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soft-ris · 4 years ago

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Insatiable - Wolf!Risotto x Fem!Reader

Summary - Wolf Ris is in heat and fucks u, but then when he’s calmer he takes care of u uwu

Note - Female/Afab reader & animal hybrid au + fluff towards the end!

WARNING - NOT/SFW (SEX, praising, knotting, cunnilingus, fingering & creampie)

P. S. In a perfect world, I’d make him speak only Sicilian in this, but bc I don’t wanna butcher anything so...🌚

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It’s not enough.

No matter how many times he’s masturbated, his dick still stands tall.

Every rut against his own grip did nothing but intensify his lust for you because it’s not his hand that he wants wrapped tightly around his member, it’s not your pillow that he wants to sniff your scent from, and it’s definitely not the sheets he wants to feel underneath him.

When will she come home?!

Hours pass and Risotto’s muscles are taut and worn with almost every inch of his skin covered in sweat.

His hormones permeate the air in your shared home and it spikes as he dry orgasms for the 12th time. It’s safe to say he feels a growl about to rip through at the intense frustration bubbling inside him.

He wants to shoot his load and plug you up with his bulb while your pussy spasms around his girth, but all he has right now is his sore wrist, a restless dick that’s been rubbed raw, and balls that grow heavier and heavier with each unfulfilling climax.

Maybe the heavens heard his horny, desperate cries because not long after, Risotto smells your scent approaching the door to your home. He hears the sound of your keys and your hand turning the knob and honestly...that‘s all it takes for his cock to weep with renewed energy and his mouth to start drooling.

You, on the other hand, were a little surprised. Not because you found out your boyfriend was in heat, but because you could literally smell it 10 feet from your place! You didn’t know what to expect, but you hope he wasn’t too backed up...

You hoped wrong though because it takes Risotto less than a minute to slam the door shut and pin your body with his.

His mouth latched onto yours before you could even blink and his tongue licks at your lips for entrance, whining like a little puppy who’s been denied the attention he wants. It would’ve been really cute if he wasn’t dying to french kiss you into tomorrow while his hips grinds against yours like his life depended on it.

This level of open desperation is completely new to you, and you’re not going to lie...it’s a little intoxicating.

The taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours as he laps away at all you can offer, the way he‘s pleading to fill you up with his throbbing dick and all of his seed, the heavy scent of his arousal and hormones pervades your lungs, and the force of his dripping erection rubbing and pushing against your core...it truly has you feeling flushed from it all.

You gush a little when his shaft roughly brushes your clit and Risotto can’t help but literally growl at the scent of your sex starting to invade his senses.

Forget fucking on the bed, he wants you right here, right now. At the door step, bent over on the floor, your ass flush against his pelvis, and his cock bottomed out in your cunt.

But before that can happen though, he knows your consent to it is important. While he usually asks you verbally, his wolf instincts had him drop to his knees to sniff at your nether region instead.

To be honest, he really didn’t have to do that because he very clearly smelt it from where he was standing, but the man’s horny wolf brain said ‘kneel and sniff’ and who is he to argue with himself right now?

You, on the other hand, are kind of embarrassed because your lover is literally sniffing your genitalia as a means of gaining your permission, but because he’s made you horny enough as is, you decide to lead his head to where the lower part of his face is pressed flushed against your clothed cunt.

Risotto steadies himself by gripping your hips and wastes no time in tearing away the clothes in his way before savouring your damp pussy as if it’s his last meal on earth.

You would’ve complained if he wasn’t so fucking good at oral. Licking along the dripping, wet slit of your sex, diving in every time he reaches the entrance to have a taste of what his dick will be enveloped in soon. He switches it up every now and then by nibbling and sucking at the bundle of nerves, and you could’ve sworn you saw stars at the back of your head with how good he was eating you out.

Gasps and groans stream out of your mouth almost in sync with each movement he orally made.

A particularly harsh suck on your clit has your thighs trembling and your grip on his hair tightening, and a muffled whine could be heard from below. When you managed to tilt your head downwards look at Risotto, you had in full view of his hips thrusting feverishly at the ground as he holds your wanton gaze with his piercing, concupiscent ones.

That alone almost brought you to your edge, but what truly did it was when he took to rolling your little pearl between his callous fingers.

You came gushing into his open mouth without warning and he welcomed every last drop, greedily gulping everything he could as if he was drunk on your juices...but it wasn’t enough.

His dick twitches almost painfully, practically crying for your hot walls around it. He needs nothing more than to feel that addicting friction and to spill his fat load into your pulsing cavern, but he knows that in order to fit himself inside, he needs to stretch you out properly.

Sex might be the predominant thought, but nothing turns him off more than to see you in unwanted pain. His heat be damned if it meant you were going to suffer, so Risotto does his due diligence and begins by fingering you.

His finger slips in almost effortlessly and holy fuck he couldn’t stop staring at where he’ll be inserting his dick next. He was so captivated and aroused by how receptive of his fingers (yes, plural already) you were along with all the sounds you were producing that you’d have to fight him to the death to pry him away from you.

Three thick digits spread open your hole as best as they could, and soon after, you achieve your second orgasm of the night, prolonged by his relentless fingers and the sound of his depraved groans as the scent of your sex, the delicious way your walls were milking his fingers, and your lascivious moans completely devour his senses.

If you were to peek into his mind right now, you’d hear just how jealous he was of his own fingers. The way your hungry cunt just keeps squeezing and sucking them deeper almost makes him wish he had dicks for fingers instead, but let’s just pretend that thought didn’t just appear in his mind...for the sake of his sanity.

However, none of that matters now because you’re finally gaping, drenched, and ready for the main event — the one thing that he’s been itching to do ever since he woke up with a hot flush and a standing ovation from his proud member.

Risotto honestly couldn’t wait any longer, seeing your hole so empty and needy, clenching and opening up as if calling for him to enter you...and so he did.

He manhandles your trembling frame and lays your upper body flat on the floor with your hips being hoisted up only by his strength.

Maybe if he hadn’t just took two orgasms from you then you could’ve supported yourself, but you couldn’t do anything except to turn your head and look back at him, involuntarily whimpering at the sight of him looking so...feral.

His ruby eyes glowed in the dim lighting of the sunset, his muscles flexed under his glistening skin and heaving chest, and his fangs glinted as they grew sharper and sharper as each moment passes — Risotto was very clearly at his limit.

He lines the engorged head of his cock at your entrance and he starts to push himself in.

“I’ve waited...all day...for this — for you!”, Risotto’s breath comes out in ragged pants as he slides the rest of his girth-y length into you, a guttural groan leaving his lips when he’s finally bottomed out.

Your velvet walls wrap around his penis like a custom-made glove, and your vocal pleasures from being filled up so full are like music to his ears — Risotto could honestly cry from how good he feels right now, how good he feels in you. But he wants more, and judging by the way you’re gyrating your hips, he’d say you do too. So he tightens his hold on your hips and immediately starts to pound away at you.

His thrusts are quick, deep, and rough as he gives you no time to rest from your previous orgasm.

The slick of your combined juices mix together to create an absolutely lewd cacophony with hips and thighs slapping against each other, the growing volume in your string of vulgar pleasures, and the filthy praises he breathes that has you clenching down on pistoning cock.

“You! Feel! So! Good!”.

Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and a heavy breath, and your chest couldn’t help but swell with elation.

Risotto’s hips begin to pump his cock faster and faster, utterly enamoured with the sensation that comes with fucking into your sopping wet pussy to the point of near addiction, and he feels it. He feels the pleasure in his groins building up, urging him to chase after it so he can release into your expectant sheath and stuff you.

He leans his chest on your back, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other rips off your top to press messy kisses and hickies onto your mating mark. Growling ever so often at the possessiveness he feels with each contact on your mating mark.

Your eyes begin to roll backwards and your mouth hangs open to accommodate the unrestrained obscenities coming out. Your nails find his forearms to dig into from the sheer force of your orgasm and his unyielding thrusts. They draw a few droplets of blood from his skin as you continue to squeeze at his dick for all its worth, and that’s what it took for Risotto to finally be able to cum.

He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts while simultaneously shooting out thick ropes of his ejaculation. His mind blanks in pure ecstasy for a few moments before he plunges in to knot you.

You’re not gonna lie, no matter how many times he’s done this, you can never get used to the feeling of being stretched to the point where you’re gritting your teeth.

Once Risotto‘s a tad bit more level-headed, he carefully manoeuvres you to sit upright on his lap, relieving the pressure on both of your knees.

The two of you sat panting for a while before he starts to lick at the hickies he planted earlier. It’s slow and sensual, dragging out soft and airy mewls from you until they get thicker as Risotto palms at your breasts.

Large hands grope, massage, and grab at them, tweaking and pinching and rolling your nipples until they form stiff, sensitive peaks, and your body starts to tremble again.

Risotto turns your head for a sloppy, hungry kiss and that’s when you know he’s not satisfied.

You feel his bulb start to loosen as one hand leaves your breast to begin teasing your pert clitoris.

It’s not long before your mewls turn into moans. Risotto then breaks the kiss to whisper, “More, more...”, his breath is rough and raw with desire, “I want more!”.

Complying to his wish, you reach one arm back to tug at his hair to kiss him again. Tongues and teeth clash together and saliva was swapped and moans were muffled.

Soon enough, the bulb disappeared and he starts to grind against you.

Cum that couldn’t fit in your womb began to leak out, but you couldn’t give a fuck as your other reaches down to massage his heavy balls.

Risotto’s dick took no time in getting hard again and he had to hold back from letting his claws out while he’s still holding onto to you.

Everything you were doing just felt so euphoric, it would’ve been odd if he didn’t bounce back as quick as he did. But he didn’t like the current position enough, so he gets the both of you on your knees again and decides to sandwich you between his body and the door.

Your hands are held in place by his, fingers interlocking, and Risotto starts pumping himself into you again.

You‘re not sure if it’s because of your position or your current state of mind, but the sounds of your orgasms sloshing together as he fucks into your dripping cunt along with the sound of his unchaste moans were all you could hear right now, and you have to admit...it was deliciously filthy. So much so that your walls instinctually tightened up on his member, and it didn’t take long before he noticed.

“You like what you hear?”, he whispers. His voice so deep and sultry that the only reaction you could utter was unabashedly moaning a yes. A response that Risotto found so arousing that the only ‘logical’ thing he could do is to drive into you even harder.

The door starts to rattle from the force of Risotto’s animalistic thrusts. Your nipples and clit were being stimulated by the same force against the door, and when he hits that nice spot in you for the hundredth time, you came screaming his name.

Risotto can’t help but chase after the same high, ramming into you with no discernible rhythm with only one goal in mind. A goal that’s so close in reaching, and with the way your insides clench rapidly around him, wringing him for all he’s worth — it’s not long before his animal instinct take over and Risotto reaches his peak with a howl.

His knot expands in you once again and his cock spurts out the last of his semen into your womb.

The two of you stayed in place for a long while, heaving and basking in the afterglow of the debauchery that just took place at the front door of your home.

When Risotto gains some of his common sense back, he hears your soft whimpering, most likely from the overstimulation and from being stretched out twice in a row by his bulb.

He feels a little guilty about it, but what’s done is done and all he can do now is take care of you.

He carefully sits back down, making sure he doesn’t aggravate or hurt you more than necessary, and starts to pepper little kisses onto your head, hands, shoulders, and anywhere he can reach until his knot subsides.

You giggle a little when he kisses your neck, and Risotto couldn’t help smiling against your skin.

“How do you feel, bedda?”, he asks, hoping he didn’t take it too far in his lust-induced state.

“Tired...but I’m okay, so don’t worry about it, Ris.”, you replied with a loving kiss on his lips, quelling any remaining doubts he had.

The two of you sat there for over 20 mins, waiting for his knot to pass by exchanging sweet little pecks to kill the time.

Once it disappeares, Risotto carefully slides his dick out.

You gasped in response because all the cum starting leaking out and you‘re kind of surprised at the abundance of it.

“That’s a lot.”, you comment.

Both your eyes are trained on the liquids emptying itself out of your vagina and Risotto simply reasons, “You took too long to come home.”, with what you think is a very cute and playful pout.

“I’m sorry.”, a smile spreads on your lips as you gave his temple a smooch and he gladly accepts it, giving you one in return.

Risotto then proceeds to take care of you for the night, knowing your body is much too tired to do that yourself. Not that he minds though. He feels that it’s just right to look after you since he‘s the whole reason why you’re so spent in the first place.

He helps you clean up in the shower, lathering your body and making sure there’s not a trace of his...deeds left in you.

Honestly, even when you regained some of your energy, Risotto insisted on doing everything for you, from hydrating the both of you to carrying you princess style onto the bed, and that really made your heart soar and your cheeks burn.

When all’s said and done, your gentle giant settles you snug in his arms and under the thick blanket, placing a kiss on your lips to start off your nightly talk before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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letterboxd · 4 years ago

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Spectacular Spectacular!

On the twentieth anniversary of its explosion onto big screens, Ella Kemp high-kicks into the Moulin Rouge! once again, accompanied by screenwriter Craig Pearce and a chorus line of jukebox-musical academics and swoony Letterboxd fans.

“You’re always writing for yourself, for the film you want to see. I like all kinds of different films and I think teenage girls do too.” —Craig Pearce, Moulin Rouge! co-writer

This is a story about love. A love born at the turn of the twentieth century in an iconic Parisian cabaret and brought to life in 2001 on Australia’s most spectacular sound stage. A valentine to excess, greed, fantasy and, above all, to the fundamental Bohemian ideals: truth, beauty, freedom and love. This is the story of Moulin Rouge! and how it still burns bright, two decades on, in the hearts of romantics all over the world.

The film, a fateful love story between penniless writer Christian and dazzling courtesan Satine—played by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman—premiered at the Cannes Film Festival on May 9, 2001 and opened in New York and Los Angeles cinemas only weeks later, on May 18. Cast and crew fought hard to get it there: unimaginably, writer-director Baz Luhrmann’s father passed away on the first day of filming, and Kidman’s then-marriage was in turmoil. “There were times of beautiful moments, but there were times where we were like, ‘This is so hard’,” Luhrmann recently told an Australian journalist.

And, though this seems strange to say in a world that has since welcomed Mamma Mia!, Bohemian Rhapsody and Rocketman, making a movie musical early in the millennium was a high-risk pursuit. Luhrmann again: “‘Musicals will never be popular again’ … I can’t tell you how many times I was told that.”

“It’s part of a cycle,” explains Dr. Eleonora Sammartino, an academic specializing in contemporary American film musicals. “It came after a period in the 1990s where musicals had disappeared from the big screen.” Lisa Duffy, Letterboxd member and Doctor of Hollywood Musicals, agrees: “Films coming out [that year] were a lot more dour, so this was a real gamble.”

Nobody understood this gamble better than the film’s co-writer, Craig Pearce, who has been Luhrmann’s close friend and professional partner since the pair were students together. Moulin Rouge! is the third and final entry in what we now know as their red-curtain trilogy, alongside Strictly Ballroom (1992) and Romeo + Juliet (1996).

“Baz had been thinking about the parallels between the Moulin Rouge and Andy Warhol’s Factory,” Pearce recalls. “Places where artists congregate, where it’s more than a place, it’s a petri dish of creativity. Like The Factory, and Studio 54, the Moulin Rouge was a place where the old and the wealthy pay a lot of money to hang out with the young and the sexy.”

At the end of the twentieth century, however, the Moulin Rouge wasn’t all that great (the original had burnt down in 1915). Pearce recalls: “We went to Paris in 1999 on a research trip and discovered, to our horror, that the Moulin Rouge now is just a hideous tourist trap. So we had to go on this journey to find out how this amazing creativity—artists and dancers and musicians—came out of what now feels like this tawdry girlie show.”

With the location and period locked in, Pearce and Luhrmann worked to find the story’s driving force. “This movie wouldn’t work without the exclamation point,” writes Adelaide. Pearce is the first to admit this: “It’s saying it’s Moulin Rouge, but it’s not that one. What we’re trying to do is heighten truth, but you have to start with that underlying truth,” he explains. “It’s not casting around for ‘what would be a cool idea’ because you never come up with one. It’s never as interesting as the truth. Like, there was an elephant in the garden of the Moulin Rouge. And why does that matter? It matters because there are certain inherent logics in the way human beings operate.”

“It's a musical of recycled parts. It’s a story which, beat for beat, has been told for centuries. It’s a staged show drawn from the lives of the characters themselves… This is a film [that] is bold enough not just to say that all art is about finding your own meanings behind someone else’s ideas, and that all art is just copying and stealing, but that this can be totally valid and authentic. When Nicole Kidman sings ‘Your Song’ to the Duke, she’s stealing from the writer, and Luhrmann is stealing from Elton John. But when Ewan McGregor is singing to Kidman, it’s the most magical moment you could possibly imagine. That’s what makes ‘Moulin Rouge!’ a true masterpiece. Cinema has never been more fake, and cinema has rarely been more real.” —Sam

Moulin Rouge! borrows from all over. There are hints of La Traviata, of Cabaret and of Émile Zola’s Nana. There were Toulouse Lautrec’s paintings (John Leguizamo tremendously embodies the painter in the film), Baudelaire and Verlaine’s literature, Jason and the Argonauts, Homer’s Odyssey, and the revues of the 1920s and ’30s. “Moulin Rouge! really embraces that vaudevillian component,” says Dr. Hannah Robbins, a Broadway and Hollywood musicals specialist.

Craig Pearce and Baz Luhrmann writing in Paris (1998) and New York (2019). / Photos from Luhrmann’s Twitter

“This genre lends itself to repetition and fragmentation,” Sammartino expands. “It’s part of the syntax of the musical and has always been, this idea of borrowing from other sources. This doesn’t take away from the daring postmodern approach Moulin Rouge! is defined by, it’s simply further proof that it’s, well, a very good musical.”

Above all else, the core of Moulin Rouge! is inspired by the myth of Orpheus of Thrace and his doomed love affair with the beautiful Eurydice, whom he followed into Hades after she died. “The show must go on, Satine,” the nightclub’s impresario Harold Zidler grimly tells his star, as their world begins to crumble. “We’re creatures of the underworld. We can’t afford to love.”

It wasn’t the first time Pearce and Luhrmann had looked to ancient mythology. Strictly Ballroom’s mantra, which tells us “a life lived in fear is a life half lived” owes everything to David and Goliath. But with the Orphean myth, the screenwriters were looking to dig deeper, to find something much darker. “The Orphean myth is a romantic tragedy in its essence,” Pearce explains. “David and Goliath is more youthful, and it’s about saying that belief can conquer anything. But as you get older people get sick, they die, and life is about resilience and finding ways to embrace the hard things in life and move forward.”

That might sound antithetical to the all-singing, all-dancing nature of the movie musical, but the genre has been trying to tell devastating stories like Moulin Rouge! for decades. “Hollywood is rarely interested in buying and remaking stories with devastating endings as much as stage musicals are,” Duffy explains. (See: Les Misérables, Phantom of the Opera.)

This reluctance can be traced back to the classic era, during which there were rules about the ways a musical could end under the censorship laws of the Production Code. Simply put, they had to have a happy ending. (Which also led to a fair amount of bizarre deus ex machina to guarantee a nice, cheery final act).

But then in the 1960s the Code fades away, and Hollywood starts engaging with violence, sex and explicit trauma on-screen. “We have much more freedom in the contemporary era to have people die explicitly,” Duffy says. “And that’s why we keep returning to Moulin Rouge!: there’s the explicit negotiation of our entry into the fantasy world, and then we’re devastated, and the curtains close and we’re in reality again.”

“It’s one of the great 21st-century films. Baz Luhrmann is only good when figuring out how to make historical periods of excess into contemporary displays of grotesquerie, somehow turning great films (‘French Cancan’) or great literature (‘The Great Gatsby’) into tacky Technicolor vomit that somehow understands the underlying sorrow of the material better than any serious-minded adaptation.” —Jake

The red-curtain trilogy has a distinct set of rules: one, the viewer must know how the film ends from the start; two, the story must be set in a heightened world; and three, it must contain a device that keeps the audience awake at all times, whether that be ballroom dancing, scattershot Shakespearean dialogue, or pop songs.

“Part of the appeal of the artifice is that it gives the audience permission to say, ‘This isn’t real, you’re about to see a fantasy, and that’s okay,’” Duffy says. “The pleasure is the fantasy of it. The whole film is us seeing how Christian is imagining what happened—and the musical is the most extreme genre that allows such imagination.”

The point was never to temper the elaborate, hyper-aware fakeness of it all, but to really commit to it. Says Robbins, “Musicals are ultimately artificial and exclusively constructed. And that’s what Moulin Rouge! achieves and quite a lot of films don’t. It goes, ‘This is where the story is going, this is the energy, this will be played in the soundtrack.’ There’s a deliberate thought process there.”

Luhrmann recently said: “The way we made the movie is the way the movie is.” An under-explored aspect of Moulin Rouge! is how the whole affair, with its ‘Spectacular Spectacular’ musical-within-a-musical device, is an insider’s guide to the mechanics and politics of making ‘big art’. How money can control both the art (the dastardly Duke insisting on “his” ending), and the artists (Satine is never told she is dying, because she is the golden goose upon whose shoulders the success of the company rests; Christian is likewise left in the dark, because he is the scriptwriter who needs to finish writing the show. Both are wrung dry for their talents).

There are shades of Luhrmann in Zigler, the impresario juggling cast, crew, investors and opening dates (Moulin Rouge! was originally slated for December 2000). Christian and friends in playwriting mode are surely Pearce and Luhrmann themselves, searching for the most economical way to say “the hills are vital, intoning the descant”.

And, from the show-within-a-show rehearsals, to the bustle of the backstage, to the gun-chase through the wooden bones of the fly tower, the production details are Catherine Martin to the very last diamante. Nobody does daring bedazzlement quite like ‘CM’, Luhrmann’s fellow producer and life partner. Electricity was the new, exciting thing in Paris at the turn of the twentieth century and this film was lit.

A necklace worn by Satine as a gift from the Duke was made of real diamonds and platinum. Designed by Stefano Canturi, It was the most expensive piece of jewellery ever specifically made for a film, with 1,308 diamonds weighing 134 carats, and worth an estimated one million dollars. Needless to say, Martin won both costume and production design Oscars for the film.

Also among the film’s eight Academy Award nominees: editor Jill Bilcock, about whose singular craft there is a recent documentary. Her breathless, kaleidoscopic cutting (also deployed in Strictly Ballroom and Romeo + Juliet) dropped us right on the dance floor; one 65-second sequence contained a boggling 85 cuts. And this is on the back of her superbly judged opening, a scene that repeats itself as she places Christian at both the start of his love story, and its devastating aftermath—heartbroken, unshaven, self-medicating, reaching for the words to begin making sense of his loss.

“I wondered, for the first hour of this, how Baz Luhrmann had managed to balance such in-your-face stylistic audacity while maintaining a genuine feeling of care for the characters and their struggles—is it all down to Ewan McGregor’s wonderfully earnest face, or the way Nicole Kidman’s smouldering-temptress persona is worn down by one of the most charming cinematic uses of Elton John’s ‘Your Song’? But as the ‘Elephant Love Medley’ transformed into David Bowie’s ‘Heroes’, I stopped caring, I just swooned.” —Kat

If electricity was the thing that drove the kids wild in the 1900s, the internet was on everyone’s minds in 2001. We were just figuring out how to juggle tabs and text people. The real magic dust sprinkled throughout Moulin Rouge! is, obviously, the cacophonous soundtrack, which made sense to our collective, fragmented consciousness.

“No other musical of the modern era has so perfectly captured the sense of spinning an iPod wheel every 45 seconds to play something else,” writes Jake of the medley of songs by David Bowie, Fat Boy Slim, Nirvana, Police, Elton John, Rufus Wainwright, Madonna and many others.

Luhrmann and Pearce stopped at nothing to get every single track from every single artist they wanted. The journey took more than two years, and some bodies were left at the side of the road. “You constantly have to kill your darlings,” Pearce sighs. RIP to Rod Stewart’s ‘Tonight’s the Night’, The Rolling Stones’ ‘Under My Thumb’, Prince’s ‘Raspberry Beret’ and Fifth Dimension’s ‘Up, Up and Away’. (Hot air balloons were big in 2001.)

"We wanted the music to be modern, because we didn’t want it to feel like a fusty, crusty world,” says Pearce. “We wanted to find the universal modern parallels that have existed since time immemorial.” But it wasn’t just about finding the most popular songs at the time. “The structure had to be driven by the needs of the story,” the screenwriter explains. “The musicals on film that tend to fail are the ones where the music feels like a film clip. If it’s not serving the emotional needs of the story, you very quickly check out and it becomes boring. With good musical storytelling, it builds and builds to a point where you can’t do anything but express yourself through song.”

Has there ever been a more desperately romantic promise than when Christian starts telling Satine he doesn’t have much to give her, before nailing that one perfect high note to reassure her that his gift is his song? Why, yes: when the mirrored love stories of Christian and Satine, and of the penniless sitar player and the courtesan in ‘Spectacular Spectacular’, meet at their dramatic peak, with ‘Come What May’. (The film’s only original song, it had been submitted for the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack by writers David Baerwald and Kevin Gilbert.)

“Moulin Rouge! was successful because it was using songs from different ages and periods, appealing to different audiences with something they could have a connection to. So it wasn’t just boomers, not just millennial or Gen X,” says Sammartino. “Something like Rock of Ages, for example, was much more narrow in terms of the kind of music you needed to like.”

“This film is a dramatic bitch and I love her.” —Mulaney

‘Moulin Rouge!’ co-writer and director Baz Luhrmann.

There is a pattern to our most emphatic reviews for the film: they come from relatively young people, who mainly identify as women. It’s something critics anticipated back in 2001. The New York Times wrote, in a fairly ambivalent review, that “young audiences, especially girls, will feel as if they had found a movie that was calling them by name”. We don’t have time to fully dig into the antiquated notion that “low art” (the publication’s quippy headline for that review was “An Eyeful, an Earful, Anachronism”) is aimed specifically at women, but surely we have to ask the question twenty years on: does anyone still think this could possibly be true?

“You’re always writing for yourself, for the film you want to see,” says Pearce. “I like all kinds of different films and I think teenage girls do too.” And let’s remember, it was Harry Styles who said of the broad demographic of his fanbase back in 2017: “Teenage girls—they don’t lie. If they like you, they're there. They don’t act ‘too cool’. They like you, and they tell you.”

Robbins: “The rom-com has made the connection between song and emotional display about female pain. The Emma Thompson crying to Joni Mitchell kind of lineage has tempered musicals—people think that’s what Mamma Mia! is: women and mothers and daughters and feelings.” Dig a little deeper and you’ll find a lot of musical-related data suggesting a broader scope. “When I went to see Frozen on Broadway, kids of all genders were wearing Olaf costumes, much more than princess ones. That is not the narrative Disney would like. And when people gender musicals and think of the princesses franchises, they don’t look to the fact that The Lion King and Aladdin were more successful.”

There has been an undeniable effort to reel male audiences in to see 21st-century musicals. On Hugh Jackman’s welcome, flamboyant career pivot (surprising to anyone but Australians), Duffy says: “Casting Wolverine in Les Misérables and The Greatest Showman is very, ‘See, manly men can do it too!’” Let’s not forget that Ewan McGregor had gotten his big break as freewheeling heroin addict Mark Renton in Danny Boyle’s Trainspotting just six years prior to playing Christian.

Indeed, says Duffy, “more of my male friends have seen Moulin Rouge! than other musicals. The MTV tone might have been significant, and there was the ‘Lady Marmalade’ music video—the fact you have all these beautiful pop stars writhing around in corsets. And just having David Bowie on the soundtrack is like, ‘Okay, this isn’t just girl music.’ Pop music offers an easier way to move past the stigma of show tunes.”

Crucially, Robbins notes that all of this prejudice, and the effort to tear it down, is speaking to, and about, a very specific—cisgender, heterosexual—subsection of audiences. “I always wonder where the critics think the queer audiences are. I do wonder if there’s a cis-het vibe going on that has even more to do with it, reinforcing that norm rather than actually focusing on young girls as an audience.”

I asked my interviewees whether they thought, twenty years on, that Moulin Rouge! would be better received today—and which parts of our contemporary cinematic and musical fabric owe a debt to Luhrmann’s jukebox wonder. “We’re more receptive but we have specific demands,” says Robbins. “And today’s musicals sink or swim on whether they meet those demands. So The Greatest Showman is the Moulin Rouge! of now. I think people would be lying if they didn’t say that the cinematography in Moulin Rouge! hasn’t affected almost every movie musical that has been made since. We wouldn’t have ‘Rewrite the Stars’ if we didn’t have ‘Sparkling Diamonds’.”

Duffy agrees: “So many things that come after you can draw a line directly to Moulin Rouge!—Pitch Perfect, Rock of Ages, Happy Feet… but most significantly, Glee would not exist without this movie. The jukebox musicals of the 21st century owe everything to Moulin Rouge! and the blueprint it lays down.”

Among the films that premiered at Cannes in 2001—David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive, Michael Haneke’s The Piano Teacher—was another kooky little number: Andrew Adamson and Vicky Jenson’s animated Shrek. Two jukebox musicals in the same prestige film festival, at a moment when the genre was considered deeply uncool? What a time to be alive!

If the last eighteen months have taught us anything, it’s that we film lovers enjoy nothing more than a comfort rewatch of our favorites. Moulin Rouge! and Shrek (and French Shrek) delivered untold comfort in the pandemic—but they had also soothed us much earlier, in the months following the unspeakable tragedy of the 9/11 attacks.

“For me it was very much a comfort film,” recalls Duffy, who had discovered Moulin Rouge! as a fresh-faced eighteen-year-old, during her first year away from home, studying in New York. “Part of that was rooted in this really traumatic thing that had happened, and all of us wanting to escape into this fantasy world as much as possible.”

Luhrmann said, in his recent Australian interview, “I love to see people united and uplifted and exulted. It’s a privilege to be a part of helping people find that.” As life outside our homes resumes, Moulin Rouge! will very much be part of a return to exultant living. The live musical—interrupted by Covid—opens in Melbourne in August and on the West End and Broadway in the fall.

Pearce last saw the film on a large screen in a derelict warehouse in London, at Secret Cinema’s interactive, carnivalesque spectacular. “I have to say, I was really proud of the film,” the screenwriter says, finally letting himself speak fondly of his accomplishment well over an hour into our conversation.

“I mean, some people liked it back in the day, but you’re never really satisfied with your work. You just tend to see the things that could have been better. But seeing the love for the film was really, really emotional.”

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mikauzoran · 4 years ago

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Ask Game: Mikau’s Headcanons - This Should Be a Drinking Game

Anonymous asked:

5&6

Thank you for the ask! ^.^

(The questions are from this list. So far I’ve done five, six, eleven, and fifteen.)

5. What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

Oh my gosh. There are so many headcanons. XD I was actually just thinking last night that I needed to compile a list and turn it into a drinking game or something.

Take a sip of tea every time:

1. Félix is Adrien’s older brother (eight years older). He left home at sixteen, married Marinette’s cousin Bridgette, and now lives in Marseille where he’s a homicide detective. Bri runs her own bakery. They have a daughter named Noëlle and a son on the way. Fé used to play the violin competitively growing up, and Adrien learned to play Danse Macabre and the first movement of Beethoven’s Kreutzer Sonata from him.

2. Émilie was a stage actress, and Adrien used to do the child roles in whatever production she was in, so he grew up backstage and going to the theatre to see his mum a lot. Her signature role was Viola in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. When Gabriel and Émilie met going to high school in Marseille, she was performing Viola and dragged him into being on the costume crew for the school play once she discovered he was an aspiring fashion designer.

3. Adrien decides to pursue a career in acting. He misses performing from when he did it with his mum when he was a kid, and it makes him feel connected to her. He likes getting to portray all kinds of different people and experiencing what it’s like to be someone else. It’s a safe space for him to experience emotions since expressing emotions was frowned upon in his home growing up. The roles he really wants to play are Jean Valjean from Les Mis, the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera, Elphaba from Wicked, and Viola from Twelfth Night.

4. Adrien is originally left-handed but has learned to be ambidextrous. This is my hill to die on, and you can fight me over it. ^w^ It’s probably just production error/the creators not really caring, but I’ve noticed several times in canon where Adrien has been shown doing things left-handed. (I mean, he uses his right hand for things too, but...) In Origins, when he’s walking to class and signing autographs left and right, he does so with his left hand. In Marchand de Sable/Sandman when he’s doing homework in his room, his writing supplies are on his left side. (I just want some left-handed representation. Is that too much to ask? ;-;)

5. Adrien is biromantic asexual. Even when I pair him with Marinette, he’s never not bi. I don’t always write him as ace; sometimes he’s bisexual in my works, but I could see canon Adrien as ace.

6. Adrien’s comfort foods are mint tea and salad. When he was little, when he or Émilie had a bad day, she would kick the kitchen staff out of the kitchen, and they would make a big salad and some mint tea and enjoy it together. Now that she’s gone, he has mint tea and/or salad when he’s feeling down, and it’s comforting because it reminds him of his mother.

7. Adrien is a total anime nerd. He grew up relatively isolated from the outside world, so he learned about life and “normal”/“acceptable” human behaviour from Disney movies and anime. He’s always wanted to be a Disney princess and a magical girl. He was really inspired by Disney and anime protagonists who overcame the difficulties in their lives to achieve their dreams and find happiness and love. He has a lot of strong, female role models, starting with his mum, so he tends to identify with female characters more strongly than male characters.

8. Adrien is a polyglot. Obviously, he knows French, and he’s learned English because it’s required. Chinese lessons are canonical. He taught himself Japanese so that he could read manga and watch anime in the original (and pass it off as “studying”). He also speaks Russian (see “9″ below). He doesn’t speak Italian, but he has a passing familiarity with the language. He knows some phrases from opera from watching it himself and his mum’s career. He has some of his favourite portions memorized. He can insult someone’s sartorial choices in Italian from listening to his father do so on trips to Milan for business, and he knows survival phrases, but he can’t actually construct sentences or have conversations. He just hasn’t invested himself in it.

9. Adrien’s bodyguard’s name is Victor (really Viktor, but he uses the French spelling to fit in). He’s originally from Russia and still has family there. The reason why he doesn’t speak is because, even though he understands French just fine, he’s self-conscious about speaking it because of his accent. He’s also afraid to make mistakes, especially in front of Gabriel who is not a patient or tolerant man. Victor taught Adrien Russian, so now they can speak together, and no one knows what they’re saying. (Nathalie has picked up a little bit here and there, but not enough to have conversations.) Victor calls Adrien Adrianka. (It’s the Russian diminutive.)

10. Nathalie speaks a little bit of Mandarin Chinese. Her tones are so-so, but she can get her point across. She learned from listening in on Adrien’s lessons so that she could make sure he stayed on top of his curriculum. When Adrien has to miss Chinese lessons on short notice, Adrien’s teacher works with Nathalie instead.

11. Luka loves all music, not just rock or punk like we’ve seen on the show. I mean, the guy is portrayed as music being his whole life, right? He came to music through rock and roll because that’s what he was exposed to through his mother and her music career, but if you dig into the music and look at its history, where it came from, what inspired it, you start wandering back through time until you get to the big names of classical concert music. Luka is an inquisitive, thoughtful guy. I can see him digging into the roots of the music he grew up with and finding all sorts of cool influences. I can see him learning about and experimenting with different types/genres of music.

12. In university, Luka studies Literature with an emphasis on nineteenth and twentieth century Russia. Why? Below is excerpted from my response to a comment asking about this point.

Especially in the nineteenth century during the height of Romanticism, a lot of literary elements and themes made their way into classical music. Program music uses literary texts as a base and illustrates the story with music. Composers drew from the Russian literary tradition as well, particularly in opera. Tchaikovsky's The Queen of Spades is based on Pushkin's short story, and I just found out a month ago that Shostakovich turned Gogol's short story The Nose into an opera. In the arts, one thing always leads to another. It's like looking up something on Wikipedia. Two hours later you've become an expert on botany or Balkan folk dance. I think Luka would dig into the sources of inspiration for the music he was consuming in order to better understand the works and as a means of getting inspiration himself.

So that's why Russian Literature. I think he'd eventually find his way to it through music. Then, once you find Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky, you really get sucked in. For me, those two have such a way of depicting real human beings and what it means to be human. They really get at deeper human truths. Anna Karenina, Crime and Punishment, and The Idiot really capture that essence for me. (War and Peace too to some extent, but not as much as the other three.) I think Luka would really be drawn to Russian literature too and come to love it for itself apart from the musical inspiration he was able to derive from it.

13. In his teens, Luka takes more of an interesting in the piano and falls in love with the violin. He adds piano and violin performance majors halfway through university and ends up becoming a professional solo pianist as well as a first violin with the Orchestre de Paris.

14. Luka wears reading glasses. I don’t think I’ve used this one much. Actually, I can’t find where I’ve used this at all. :/ Well. I suppose there will be no tea drinking at this time for this headcanon. ^.^;

15. Luka has tattoos. I don’t think I’ve gotten around to this one yet either. Adrien and Luka talk about possible tattoo ideas in Chapter Four of Nachtmusik, but... At any rate, the full extent of the tattoos would be a stylized snake on his pelvis, Odin’s raven’s on his shoulder blades, a stylized snake bracelet under his regular bracelets, and a Chat Noir paw print under his ring. So far the paw print is the only one that I’m one hundred percent positive that will happen. The stylized snake on the pelvis is pretty up there too because in the Jabberwocky/Daisy universe I was going to have Adrien and Marinette squabbling over Luka, and Adrien was going to say that he bet Marinette hadn’t seen Luka’s snake tattoo. When Marinette asks Luka where he has a snake tattoo and learns how low on Luka’s stomach it is, she’s left wondering what’s going on between Adrien and Luka. I’m undecided about the ravens and the snake bracelet.

16. The children are always named Hugo, Louis, and Emma, but the birth order depends upon the pairing. Lukadrienette have Hugo (biologically Luka’s), Emma (Adrien’s), and then Louis (Adrien’s). Lukadrien have Emma (Luka and Rose’s), Louis (Adrien and Rose’s), and then Hugo (Adrien and Juleka’s). Adrienette have Louis, Hugo, and then Emma.

Which is your favourite of my headcanons? Which one would you like to see more of? Did I miss any? ^.^;

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coeurdastronaute · 6 years ago

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Either/Or: Christmas Day 3 (Rosie)

The house on the corner was covered in a tasteful selection of Christmas lights that glowed against the few inches of snow that fell over the past week. From the street, it looked like a home that anyone would be proud to won, one that complimented the rest of the festive street.

Of course, the inside was nothing of the sort, though not on purpose.

“We should have just paid the movers to put it all together,” Lena sighed.

“I can handle this,” Kara disagreed, grunting as she tried to fit some pieces together for the crib.

The entirety of their lives remained in boxes with some of it spilled on the floor or tossed around as they generally grew sick of not finding what they were looking for and instead opted to dig and grow more angry. But they had jobs and lives and an alarming amount of holiday engagements which kept them out of the house and from doing anything too meaningful in the way of settling.

“Do you think it’s a bad sign that she’s sick?”

“She’s had a long few months. It’s not a bad sign, and we’re not bad moms,” Supergirl promised her wife, softening slightly, her shoulders slumping with the worry Lena felt. “Kids get sick.”

“But she’s so tiny,” Lena shook her head.

Clad in Kara’s old college sweatshirt, Lena held the cranky baby against her chest and rubbed her back. Tiny little coughs came from time to time, and their daughter looked miserable. Gone was the little glint in her eyes, gone was the ease of a smile. Instead, she bore the discomfort and sickness nobly.

Kara sat back on the floor, a dozen pieces that didn’t really look useful or like they made up a crib waited to be assembled. She watched Lena shift from side to side and coo to the baby.

“Why don’t you two go take a bath, and you can get her some more meds before bed?”

“If she’ll sleep,” she fret. “The bath helped last time. A little.”

“It helped.”

“Okay. I’m going to try that. Don’t worry about this. She won’t sleep unless I’m holding her anyway.”

Kara smiled and nodded, though she continued to work on her project because sooner or later, Rosie would feel better and need her own crib. And simply that Lena was too worried about the task at hand to realize that soon, she’d be frantic because Kara hadn’t finished. Lena offered her a look finally after snuggling the baby a little more.

“What?” Lena asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“You’re my absolute favorite person in the universe and you’re the best mom.”

“I don’t know about either of those. We’re going to have Christmas, our daughter’s first Christmas, without a tree and with our house still in boxes.”

“None of that negates my opinions,” Kara assured her, earning a roll of her eyes.

She didn’t care. It made her wife stop worrying for about thirty seconds, and that was important enough work. Lena moved through the yard of crib pieces and let her wife hug her hip. She leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“I love you.”

“Go have a bath. I want my girls in their Christmas jammies as soon as possible.”

On cue, the baby coughed and cried, whimpering slightly. Lena was back to being too worried, and Kara nodded to herself, ready to finish her mission. A few minutes later, light Christmas music could be heard just above the sound of water filling the bath. Lena sang along and Kara smiled as she fit a piece into another. Her mind though, was infinitely distracted with plans.

Fresh from the bath and slightly relieved of her cough, the naked baby wiggled and squirmed on the bed with the mismatched sheets. Clad in her duck towel, she gurgled and accepted the gentle hands that rubbed lotion on her chest. She coughed a little and kicked her feet, but nothing deterred the smiling, doting mother that hovered over her.

“Oh baby, your nose is so stuffy. We’ll get you feeling better soon,” Lena promised. “And we’ll have much better holidays. Holidays so good you’ll never want them to end.”

Rosie fussed but accepted the red and green striped pyjamas. She whined and yawned and did not like the medicine that was syringed into her mouth.

As soon as she was finished, Lena slipped on her own set of red and green pyjamas.

Halfway through some Christmas movie, the baby was asleep and Lena dozed on the bed, her laptop occupying her wife’s spot.

Kara paused at the door and surveyed those in the bed. With a slight wheeze, the baby snored, congested and sleeping off her sickness. Half asleep, Lena rubbed her back and yawned.

“Come to bed already. It’s Christmas Eve,” Lena complained.

“I finished the crib.”

“That’s my girl,” she smiled and slid deeper into the bed.

“I’m going to put Rosie in there. She deserves a quiet night.”

“She’s fine here.”

“She’s not,” Kara disagreed, and picked up the sleeping infant.

The baby slept through it, and Kara placed in her in the freshly constructed crib. By the time she turned off the light and left on the night light, she returned to her room and found her wife asleep in the middle of the bed.

Tired as she was, Kara stole the baby monitor, closed the laptop, and closed the bedroom door for she still had work to do.

With a sick baby, a move, and the normal requirements of being Lena Luthor, it’d been a little while since she last had a solid night’s sleep. It seemed oddly fitting that Christmas Eve would be the one that finally fulfilled that need.

Lena stretched in the bed until she met a sleeping hero beside her, and she wrapped herself around strong shoulders, and she kissed through flannel pyjama top, finding warmth radiating there. She slid her hand under Kara’s shirt and held her ribs, held her breath, held her skin and woke up with a smile on her lips.

“Merry Christmas,” Lena yawned as she felt her wife stir.

And when Kara turned over, Lena kissed her throat and hid in her chest as strong arms encircled her.

“Merry Christmas,” Kara mumbled, exhausted after only a few hours of sleep.

“She made it through the night without a fuss. Maybe she’s feeling better.”

“I told you.”

“You did,” she agreed, burrowing deeper.

But, attuned as she was to her daughter, Lena should have known that her waking would mean that Rosie would cosmically sense it and be up within a few minutes. A baby sniffle and shuffle and wiggling could be heard on the monitor, earning a growl of complaint from the retired superhero.

“Sleep a little more,” Lena tried extracting herself. “I’ll go change her and start breakfast.”

“Mmm, okay.”

Kara was exceptionally pliant when nails raked up and down her back, just beneath her top, trailing along the skin there.

“We don’t have a regular Christmas, but we can still have a good Christmas morning breakfast.”

“Waffles. And eggs. And bacon. And french toast. And toast toast. And pineapple. And hash browns. And sausage.”

“Is that all?”

Lena managed to escape the bed just in time to see Kara furrow as she debated before relaxing into Lena’s now empty pillow.

“Yup.”

“Coming right up,” she promised with a smile, kissing her wife’s temple and smoothing it back.

Before she was at the door, she knew Kara wa already back to sleep. Lena watched her, how she looked so peaceful in the sheets, and how she had this serenity on her face. Sometimes, she couldn’t understand how she loved someone so much. It seemed impossible to have those feelings for someone.

Humming a quiet little song, Lena made her way into the nursery and found it nearly unpacked and set up much the way she’d planned. It made sense why Kara was still in bed on her favorite morning of the year.

Smiling beneath her star and moon mobile, Rosie kicked her feet and gurgled, getting a little more excited when her mom appeared.

“Merry Christmas,” Lena cooed, leaning on the edge of the crib and running her hand along cheek. “You sound better. No fever.”

Rosie wiggled at the news.

They had a routine already. Lena changed her and made her way downstairs, eager to grab the presents she’d hidden in a box labeled ‘Clothes,’ and give the baby breakfast. She’d brew the coffee and hope her love would wake up shortly.

Lena made it halfway down the stairs before her song trailed off and she saw the Christmas tree in the living room. There were still boxes stacked everywhere, and the walls were bare, but a Christmas tree brimmed with ornaments and lights, taking up much of the space.

Already, there were presents under it. The stockings were tacked up somewhat haphazardly on the fireplace.

“I love your mom so much,” Lena sighed.

“I don’t want to spoil her. Everyone else is going to spoil her.”

“Well, she’s eight months old, so I don’t think we have to worry about that just yet.”

Lena nodded, really considering it as she looked at the baby in the bouncy chair who was happy to suck on her pacifier in peace, no other need in the world.

The remnants of the Christmas morning scattered out in all directions. They didn’t get each other many gifts because they really didn’t need anything. But it was easy to see that the potential for their kid to become infinitely spoiled was at an all time high.

Wrapped in the scarf Lena found and thought that her wife absolutely needed, Kara smiled and toyed with the new camera she’d gotten as well. She held it up to her eye and snapped a picture.

“I’ll spoil her. You have to make sure I don’t spoil her,” Lena nodded.

“I can do that.”

“When I want to buy her a car, you have to stop me.”

“Definitely.”

“I mean it. And only like three presents for Christmas. We’ll spend the holiday doing charity work and stuff.”

“I can do that.”

“And you’ll let me take you on a vacation next month.”

“You have a long list of things I have to do, huh?” Kara laughed.

The tree glittered and the family unit sat on the floor of their new home. Kara slid over and wrapped her arms around her wife so that she settled between her legs. She shared her new scarf and kept her cozy and close, kissed her shoulder, felt her laugh through her spine.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Let’s have a few more in this place, but with furniture,” Lena decided.

“Yes, dear.”

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zimniysoldat-fiction · 7 years ago

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Across the Universes; The Great Escape

Summary: S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, and close friend of the Sorcerer Supreme, Tazia Cozier, is inadvertently sent to a different universe where nothing is the same. To get his friend back, Dr. Strange sends the Winter Soldier across universes to find her and bring her home.

Warnings and Ratings: The Great Escape: rated G, no warnings

Author’s Note: I really don’t know what this is, or rather, will be. Angst? Smut? Slow Burn? Absolutely zero clue. All I know is that it’s a serial (I don’t even know how many parts it’ll be). Feedback, requests, questions, and comments are always welcome. Also, images found via Google Image Search. Credit where it is due, text added by me.

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The shackles were heavy and snug. Good. Bucky stayed perfectly still, sitting on his heels, arms chained to the marble floor, head bowed in apathy. He had honestly had enough of Russian decadence. Why did their torture chamber have a marble floor? He wanted to fidget with the chains, test their strength, their flexibility—he was getting impatient; bored.

«Who sent you? Who are you working for?»

«I work for no man.»

Bucky didn’t move, but he could see his interrogator clearly in his periphery. The man was short, sleight, and well-dressed in an immaculately tailored suit. He had no visible tattoos, but the two brawnier men who flanked either side of him did. They were dressed more casually, in steel-toed boots, ill-fitted jeans, and tight-fitting black tee shirts. They were pretty good at standing at attention, though their occasional shift in weight, or crack of their necks betrayed their eagerness for violence. Only the interrogator remained perfectly calm, composed, and patient.

All three of them were studying his left arm, reading the tattoos and their placement in order to find some clue about who he was, what he was capable of, which family he worked for. The tattoos did indeed tell them a story, but it read like a child’s fairytale, not a professional dossier. They concluded that he must be an imposter, a punk playing a role whose shoes he simply could never fill. All three relaxed at the conclusion, exchanging looks of amusement. If they hadn’t looked away from their prisoner for that split second, they would have noticed the tattoos jump, a glitch that was getting worse as the camouflage tech failed.

«No man, huh?» the interrogator chuckled, his voice hoarse, undoubtedly from years of smoking unfiltered cigarettes. «then, which bitch are you working for?»

«I work for no bitch» Bucky deadpanned. It took all of his concentration not to smile, not to look up at the sound of the lock sliding open. His ride was here.

“I thought I told you to watch your fucking language.” The faint Irish mixed with the old French in Tazia’s voice to create the most melodic accent Bucky had ever heard, it was always music to his ears, though he would never tell her that.

Finally he was able to pull at the chains, relieved to find them taught. It won’t take much for him to pull them free from the floor. As he flexed his biceps, working at the chains, he listened to his old partner take control of the room. He let himself look up, allowed himself to watch her use one thug’s neck as leverage, lifting her up just enough for her to plant the soles of her combat boots firmly against the sternum of the other thug. She was so strong, so graceful, that even that simple assisted dropkick landed with a loud, hollow thud, sending him to the ground. She commanded her momentum to swing over the shoulder of her captive thug, landing behind him with such a velocity that his neck easily snapped upon contact with her knee. Bucky was so busy admiring her grace that he missed his camouflage failing completely. It was his interrogator’s panic that alerted him.

«Oh my god, oh my god, no. It’s the Winter Soldier. It’s the fucking Winter Soldier! Send everyone!»

“Jesus, Bucky, are you sleeping on the job, or what?” she chastised him, immobilizing the second thug before turning to the interrogator.

“It’s not my fault you’re so god damned boring, you always put me asleep.” he shot back, breaking the chains free from the marble, using them to choke the well-dressed Russian.

“Did you find her?” she asked while she worked, liberating Bucky’s weapons and checking her own before moving into the hallway.

“I found her, she’s safe,” he nodded, cocking his gun. “she’s evacuated to her next mission in Latveria.”

“Damn, that woman never takes a holiday, does she?”

“She doesn’t know how to.” he smiled warmly at the thought.

“That’s why you married her. Yeah, I know.”

“That’s why she divorced me.” he chuckled, committing to the headshot on the approaching armed guard. “Tell me you have a quinjet.”

“You’re a bloody fugitive, Buck. S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t going to authorize a rescue mission for you.” she lectured, disabling the alarms on the roof access point.

“So…no quinjet?” he frowned.

“I didn’t say that.” she looked back at him, glaring. “you fucking owe me, Barnes.”

Bucky worked to stifle his laughter. If she couldn’t requisition a quinjet from the spy agency, and she was here on her own, it meant she put herself in one very awkward situation just to help him out. He wanted to tease her about it, but if he did it now, she wouldn’t hesitate to leave him stranded.

Still, he couldn’t hide his amusement, his smile was wide and smug, though it fell from his face as soon as they hit the roof. They were outside, free in the open air, and yet the tension was still suffocating. Bucky’s eyes immediately began darting around the roof, looking for a way to slip away from the situation.

“Tony?” Tazia’s brow was furrowed with confusion, her voice laden with worry.

“Wh-who are you?” Tony Stark was visibly shaken, his voice trembling with every syllable. “Where am I?”

“Tony, it’s me, it’s Taz—”

This wasn’t the Tony Stark Tazia had left in bed back in New York. This Tony looked like he had just literally went through hell. His clothes were in tatters, his Iron Man armour was pulverized, only covering a quarter of his body. His face was bloodied, and as she studied him, she noticed the field surgery he had done on himself to fix what should have been a fatal wound.

“Winter Soldier,” she barked, her entire demeanour shifting, “call in the Sorcerer Supreme. Stat.”

“Yes ma’am.” he nodded, immediately boarding the quinjet and jumping on comms, thankful to be away from the couple.

Not that they were a couple. The way Tazia was acting, Bucky had to wonder if this Stark was an imposter. If he was, he was good. Despite knowing that it wasn’t her Tony, he still had Tazia visibly worried, upset even. Bucky allowed himself to watch the situation on the roof unfold while he worked the comms. Tazia had knelt down beside this Tony, she was being kind, even compassionate, while he rocked back and forth, hugging himself tightly, blocking himself off from the world. Bucky hadn’t even connected with Strange when he noticed the missile-like projectile hone in on the roof.

“Tazia, what the hell!” Tony slowed his approach, noticing the man the raven-haired woman was comforting, fixing his scanners on him. “What the hell?” his voice shifted quickly from anger to utter confusion.

“Tony!” Tazia jumped up and lunged herself at Iron Man, his helmet folding back just in time to let her lips crash against his, his robotic fingertips digging into her hips to steady her, while her long, slender fingers grabbed hold of his neck, pulling him deeper into her kiss. “I thought—I-I almost thought…” she kissed him again, this time sucking at his bottom lip.

Suddenly, Tony wasn’t so mad about her seducing him just to steal his quinjet. His fingertips dug deeper into her flesh, drawing her in tighter against him, frustrated by the barrier created by both armour and clothing. Her lips were so soft, her kiss was so intoxicating, that he had temporarily forgot about the other him curled up on the ground.

“You have to stop running back to your exes, Taz.” Stephen Strange groaned as his portal closed behind him.

The sudden interruption startled both Tazia and Tony back into the situation at hand; startled them back into reality. Tazia was quick to put distance between her and Tony, watching her caped friend study the other Tony.

“It’s me,” Tony cleared his throat, “I mean…it’s not me, but every scan I’ve run says that, in every way that matters, it’s me.”

“Yes,” Strange agreed, “that much is obvious. Thank you, Tony.” he chided the genius.

“Uh, guys?” Bucky interrupted, taking out a thug that was approaching behind Tazia. “Can we take this somewhere else? We weren’t exactly quiet about our escape. Half the Russian underworld is converging on this building.”

TAGS: @oneshot-shit; @thevanishedillusion

#fan fiction #Dr Strange #Winter Soldier #Iron Man #Batman #Marvel #DC #Marvel/DC crossover #am writing #across the universes #the great escape #serial

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frerin-shixiong · 7 years ago

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I missed you •3•! I don't really have any requests, but some LDL would be cute, you make such a beautiful ship out of them

You don’t want me to-

Well, okay!!

HERE YOU GO!!

Just a little writing dealing with the Monsters AU!

Warning sex ahead;

Oh mama, did I need to write this.

How longhad he been here in this realm? This odd place that seemed like amirror to the world he had been born. When he first came he wassurprised that the sun came up, that it wasn’t in perpetual darkness.That was when he had met Michelangelo, or Mikey. He was a playfulsort given his nature. Mostly harmless unless he must fight then hewas a formidable foe. Mikey took him to Raphael whom was strong andsilent, his sense of scent so strong he knew something was off aboutLeonardo right away. He wasn’t “normal”. He wasn’t a monster likethe rest of them. When he tried to communicate then it solidified inthe half werewolf’s mind that Leo was indeed, foreign. The two tookhim to see the Necromancer. Imagine his surprise that the person hewas sent to kill by his betrothed, Karai, was a Midwife byprofession. A necromancer was simply and linguist that knew how tospeak “through the realms” or “with the dead”. It was theonly reason why Donatello knew what Leonardo really was, a human sentto the Monster world.

Stillfocused on his mission, Leonardo lied in wait. He was taken in bythat Incubus midwife, living in his oddly shaped home. It had beenmonths and he was still trying to remember which room held what.Donatello had rooms reserved specifically for several types of herbs,a room for processing them, more storage rooms than he could countthat were filled with odd glowing bottles, jars, and pots that talkedwhen opened. There were cabinets and closets filled with tools tohelp the “women” during birth. He had a building in the back thathad many different baby items for new borns, and there was a wholeother building dedicated to what would be needed for any new born.

At first hehad thought that Donatello was deceptive. Tried to turn him againsthuman kind but when Donatello never mentioned even the word “human”Leonardo started to question. He questioned more when he saw how thehalf turtle creature soothed and aided his patients. He witnessed thesoftest expressions on his face as he would gently clean a baby,cooing as it cried for its mother. No one that could look at suchinnocence like that could be as dark as Karai tried to make himbelieve… right?

Not tomention, Donatello… he… Leonardo looked down at the blade in hishands, the very one he was supposed to plunge into the Necromancer’sheart to free his master from his curse.

He felt hisheart sink.

He had tosteel himself. Keep on target. He was sent here for a reason. OrokuSaki, his master, his future father-in-law was under that terriblecurse, slowly withering away while being plagued by visions ofterrible creatures eating him. He had an obligation.

“Leo!Mikey and Raph sent word that they are going to be at the taverntonight!!” Donatello’s voice rose up from the stairs that were nearhis room. His room… one that Donatello had cleaned out, gone andbought him a bed and a dresser… took him to the market to get whathe wanted so he would be comfortable… What kind of “monster”would do that?

He closedhis eyes and tried to focus. He wasn’t Leonardo. Leonardo was hiscode name, his real name was Yuuta. He was Hamato Yuuta. He had toremember that, cling onto that. He knew he would be deceived here,tricked into thinking this was an innocent world.

“Leo?”There was a soft knock on his door.

Donatelloquietly opened the door slowly, peeking in just enough to seeLeonardo sitting at the foot of his bed cradling a dagger in hispalms.

“Leo?”

“Hm?”He didn’t look up, only stared at the blade, its shining surfacereflecting back the green color of his turtle skin.

“You notfeeling up for the tavern? I could send word to Mikey and Raph thatwe’ll have dinner here.”

“Oh…Oh! No, no it’s okay. We can go, if you want.”

Donatellostepped in, the wings on his back, folded up to look like a shellpulsed as he shifted them.

“Do youneed relief?” His hand came down onto Leonardo’s shoulder.

Leoswallowed as he looked up at those soft lilac purple eyes. He knewwhat the incubus was offering, he had done so several times. Any timethat he thought Leo, no Yuuta, needed comfort.

He shookhis head as he had grown accustomed to doing.

“Are yousure?” Donnie’s clawed hand slipped up to his neck leaving aburning trail of desire.

Yuuta tookin a deep breath, he felt a tremble race through his body. He triedto rationalize that his reaction to Donatello was purely because hewas a beast of seduction. It was a natural reaction. But if that wastrue, then how could he refuse him so many times. Why was it that hehad a growing need to be around him? His touch felt so good, at timesit was calming, others it made his face flush and heart race.

“Donnie,I-”

The incubusstepped closer, a knee coming up beside Yuuta’s thigh. Heinstinctively moved the dagger he held away, he let it tumbleharmlessly to the floor as his hands opted to hold something else,something warm and lean. He cupped Donnie’s hips, fingers under thepouches that strapped to his belt and around his thighs like gunholsters. He looked up at the monster that gazed down at him. An oddsound crawled up his chest, vibrating in his throat. He didn’t knowwhat it was but Donnie gave one in return his sounding almostmusical. An enchanting melody that made the blood rush to his groin.

“I can’tdo this.” He whispered as Donatello’s hands caressed his head. “Itwouldn’t be for relief.”

“Whatwould it be for?” Donnie wiggled his long tail slipping it down toslip over Yuuta’s knee.

He lookedup at the creature touching him. He pleaded with his eyes for him tounderstand how wrong this was, how he was a human in the guise of amonster. Donatello didn’t deserve him, a wretched creature that wasgoing to marry a woman he hated out of obligation. There was no roomin him for what this was. He had tradition to worry about, a masterto obey…

Donatelloleaned down, his lips barely touching Yuuta’s as he whispered. “Ilove you too, Yuuta.”

He ask howDonnie knew, all he was aware of was the incubus and his taste. Histongue had been the one to betray him, he had kissed the monstertrying to desperately drink him. He moved his hands, pushing againstthe strapped on packs to grab fistfuls of flesh. A moan that he ateonly fueled him. He pulled the incubus fully onto his lap, hisalready hard cock slipping free from its confines.

“Mm-”Donnie pulled their mouths apart, panting. He leaned back, unbucklinghis utility belt. “G-girl or boy?”

“What?”

“Do youwant me as a woman or man?”

“Whatdifference does that make with a creature like you?” He asked as hekissed along shoulder.

“I- ohgods, that feels good.” Donnie tilted his head, offering his neckas the semi-human kissed. He bit his lip as he felt a hard wet cockrub against his belly. He allowed his body to take over, do what itwanted. His body adjusted, doing what it was born to do. He liftedhimself up onto his knees, feeling shakey being on the edge of thebed. He reached between them, grabbing the thick green cock and linedhimself up. He rested down, sheathing it deep inside. His head fellback, wings relaxing down as Yuuta held onto him, sucking on his neckwhile bucking up into the now succubus.

“Y-yuuta.”

He stilled.The name felt dirty. Wrong. He pulled Donnie up, slipping out of hiswonderful body. He slipped his arms under legs and rolled them so themonster was underneath. He ran his hands down to the clasps of theleg straps and undid them. He pulled Donnie’s packs and utility beltfree, dumping it off to the side.

“Leo.”

“Leo?”Donnie repeated as the semi-human spread his pretty green legs. Blueeyes looking down at his vaginal lips.

“Call meLeonardo.” He lowered himself down, slipping his tongue between thelabia.

Donnie bithis bottom lip as he was french kissed. Heat running through his bodyas he felt every lick. That clever tongue poking into his vagina asLeo brushed the pink little bud of a clitoris. He arched his backagainst the mattress, his long tail wiggling as his toes curled.

“L-leo,p-please.”

Leonardogave one last long lick before he drew himself up, paralell toDonatello. He grasped his cock and took the head to brush against hislover’s clitoris.

“I wantyou, Donnie. Every sexual form. I want to take you as a man, as awoman, and anything in between. Will you let me?”

Donniequickly nodded, trying to rock his hips up to get more of thatdelicious torture that Leonardo was giving to him.

“I wantto claim you so thoroughly that you won’t desire anyone else.” Hesuddenly thrusted his cock into Donatello’s body. The monster let outa howl of approval as he kicked out a leg.

Leo tookhold of Donnie’s legs, bending them up and over his shoulders. Hecrawled up closer and up onto the balls of his feet. He placed hishands on their side of Donnie’s head forcing the incubus, into aball, ass up with Leonardo fully mounted on top. He moved his hips ina pistoning motion digging in as deeply as he could. His cock rubbingagainst the velvety walls that hugged so tightly around him. Hejerked to a stop when he felt the tip of Donatello’s tail up againsthis anus.

The purpleeyed monster whimpered, his claws gently raking down his arms.

“Don’tstop, please don’t stop.”

Leo lickedhis lips as he felt the tip of that tail press against him once more.

“Push itin, just a little.”

Donnie didas he was told, pushing the tip of his tail into his lover’s ass. Heslowly pumped it, not going in deeper as Leo got used to the smallintrusion.

“Leo-please.I need to feel your seed in me,” Donnie begged.

“Fuck,”Leo groaned under his breath. He rolled his hips finding he enjoyedthe feeling of the tail in him while he fucked down into this lovelycreature.

Donniehowled as Leo started to feverishly pound into him. He was helplessin his position. He could feel Leonardo’s dick driving into him,rubbing him almost raw as he found that spot inside that made Donniedig his claws in and scream from ecstasy. The coiling heat of matingtwisted tighter and tighter inside of him. He clamped down aroundLeo’s cock, cumming harder than he had with any previous sexualencounters. His lover stilled, pressing down onto him. He let out ahelpless shout as he couldn’t push Leo’s cock out of his body, hisjuices welling up and pushing out around the penis that piraticallyplugged him up. He could feel the wetness slip down around his ass aswell as down his stomach as Leo continued to dive into him. The lewdslapping sounds only made him purr with pleasure as his overlysensitive body swam in a sea of desire. He could feel himselfstarting to coil once more. Oh gods, blessed gods, he was going tocum again. That’s never happened before.

Leonardoson stilled, pushing his hips in as tightly as he could as his facescrunched up. He held his breath as he shot his load deep withinDonatello’s velvety purse. He pumped his hips a few times afterward,milking every drop out. He cursed as he felt Donatello cum for asecond time, squeezing around him, this time forcing his cock out.

He pantedheavily as he started to lean back. He wrapped his arms aroundDonnie’s legs so that the monster wouldn’t just flop to the side. Hesat back on his feet, Donnie’s legs still resting over his shoulders.He looked at the messy cream that colored Donatello’s gender.

“Th-thatwas- AH!” Donnie gasped trying to twist away as Leonardo’s mouthfound its way between his legs, licking at his sensitive sex.

“Sorry.”Leo gave it a soft kiss before releasing his hold on strong legs. “Iwanted another taste.”

Donnie tookin a deep breath as Leonardo finally laid down beside him. “Fuckme.” He purred while he stretched out his legs.

“I planto, as much as I can.”

“You sureyou’re not part Incubus yourself?”

“I justknow what I want.” Leo leaned over Donnie.

Lilac eyespeered back up to him. “What do you want?”

“To bewith you.” A leaf green hand caressed an olive cheek.

Donatelloleaned over, sealing his lips over Leo’s. If that was what Leo wantedthen Donnie was going to help him achieve it. If what he wanted wouldmake them both happen, then all the better.

#my writing #monsters au #leotello #tcest #turtlecest #leo/donnie #leo/don #leonardo #leo #donatello #donnie

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wakabond-blog · 7 years ago

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PyeongChang Men’s SP Reaction

FOREWARNING: someone remind me to never do this again I literally sweat through my shorts going through this emotional earthquake

I had reservations about doing this reaction post but I’m watching the NBC mini-promos for everyone (cue lil’ kid saying that Javi is his ONLY hero <3) competing tonight and all the feels flooding in.

Also gonna put my dream podium out there in advance so I can lay claim to my fantasies before they possibly flop: Yuzu, Nathan, Javi (in that order for Gold, Silver, and Bronze), but ofc the best scenario is that everyone skates well and leaves the ice happy and the gremlin judges can do whatever. I haven’t watched a lot of the earlier-group men this season, but looking at their music choices I’m pretty excited for Julian Zhi Jie Yee’s Build a Home program (P/C’s 2016 FS from Euros that year still sticks with me) and hopefully Yaroslav hits his 4F. Just writing out everyone’s name is getting me hella nervous

THIRTY ONE GUYS UP 4 HOURS FML LET’S GIT TO IT, first group up on warmup ice: ayyy Vincent hitting a nice 4Lz-3T

AHHH NBC dropping me randomly into Felipe Montoya’s program right into a botched 3F-2T; c’mon man AISH U TOOK AWAY JAVIER RAYA’S SPOT FOR THIS uwu I kinda dig the all white costume tho but must be a binch to find from the audience viewpoint

Chafik Besseghier actually into taximan more than during the Team SP like yeah sure NBC say it’s part of “French creativity” but that taxi look is wonky...points for commitment though, right? 77.01 with all those lil’ green boxes gouda job Chafik; also a note on that French quirky creativity comment anyone else remember Brian Joubert trying to “disprove” people calling him gay by doing a nude photoshoot

MY BOI Vincent Zhou HITS DAT 4Lz-3T first at the Olympics with that 4Lz-3T combo!!! gah other two jumps off-axis but damn he has the hardest technical content but man you gotta deliver all of it including rotations and GOE; also *pushes glasses up* Vincent ~almost~ got a perfect ACT score wat u doing get that 36 (LOL AT THE COMMENTATORS SAYING HIS SIS GOT A PERFECT SCORE); BANG 84.53 with some stubby GOEs I can live with that new season’s best YAAAS u chase those cars

Okay so the announcement for Denis Ten is in English over the loudspeakers but there’s like a little interruption when they just repeat the word “Kazakhstan” but in Korean phonetics; REIGNING BRONZE MEDALIST LET’S GO nope there goes the 4S-->2S, NICE triple axel though!, also loving the royal blue shirt, triple lutz triple NO (sorry had to say that), but the music is great kinda operatic but not like a loud Bocelli; considering his injuries and other hurdles this is alright, his entire season had a rough start ALSO the flower girls have dresses that match the rink so QUTE also Frank Carroll is still not retired mkay

Matteo Rizzo NICE 3A also considering that this is choreo’d by his mom this is great, strong Italian vibes, really good lines, straight camel with the leg position above the hip, good rotation; love the arms out of the 3Lz this would be a program I would want to do OKAY NBC WE GET THAT U NEED A QUAD TO GET ON THE PODIUM but friggin Matteo’s job is to make his mom choreo proud also considering how this is by far the biggest stage he’s been on after dethroning Ivan Righini, dis is gr8

Michael Christian Martinez honestly still love his taking YOI in stride basically Phichit IRL, not a great performance by any means, really low score in the 50s sheesh but hey that signature Biellmann though! this first group was alright still looking ahead

Yaroslav Paniot that was rough :/// also he took out the 4F and fell on all 3 passes (I mean he landed on his knee on the axel but like...what do you even call that?) damn Tammy Gambill coaches him too, into last place :(( it’s okay Yaroslav

Yan Han going for that hard nose blow and tissue grab looks intense LOVE THAT HARD SLAP ON THE BARRIER you got this my man, AHHH yas more Twilight, NICE TRIPLE AXEL BEST SO FAR man was that rotation fast, crap that 4T still looking for a clean toe in this comp; also these SPs are passing really quickly, Vincent still in the lead after Han’s 80.63

Julian Zhi Jie Yee OMGOMGOMG okay excited for this, awww love the shot back to the opening ceremony; love his shirt with the slight slit V not intrusive but modern and sleek LOVE LOVE LOOOOOVE it; AHHH THE BEATS OF BUILD A HOME ready for this show off for Malaysia, NICE TRIPLE AXEL he had so much space coming down, maintaining composure, come on GREAT LUTZ halfway mark here come the lyrics and ahhh slipping on the 3F-3T, I think that content should be enough for him to make the FS, lines could be a bit better but his spin levels seem there good for him! Man he really floated on the 3A I’m hoping this’ll go into the low 70s yep 73.58 good score for him

And cue more ice-less places Brendan Kerry kinda attractive in that down-under way, used to be really smol but then hit that caucasian puberty WHOOO first clean 4T of the comp, like the shimmery dark blue shirt, nice 3Lz-3T who needs a quad sal if there’s anything the pairs comp taught us it’s that going clean leaves a greater impression than hard tricks, saved that 3A, this cut of Everybody Wants to Rule the World is so #inspirational someone get me my book of self-affirmations also getting all these coach-skater revelations Nikolai Morozov coaches Kerry?? dang, whoa slots right in behind Vincent with an 83 and change

Moris Kvitelashvili okay who tf put his name as Morisi on the official docs they actually announced his names as that ETERI U ONLY HAVE ONE BOY, bring on the Buble, smooth 3A that flow, def on feelin good on that 4S, after Boyangman’s Spiderman program I’ve grown to have a deeper appreciation for Michael Buble, he’s really tall but one of those lanky awkward guys but eh I give him props for having the gumption to compete for Georgia and getting to compete on Olympic ice

Keegan Messing LOL his intro “actually born in Alaska, proficient Yo-Yo master” aww singin in the rain WOW nice 4T-3T I’m laughin at clouds too Keegan, oof that 3A fall though, very fast spinner no travelling either...okay but seriously can we get RIka Kihira here to give these guys a 3A clinic or something, for a second this really feels like a Javi program, nice 3Lz to finish out the jumps my god I thought his coach was either Eteri/Shawn White c.2010 hair wow 85 taking away the lead from Vincent; 12 men done, 18 left!

This next warmup group Danny wit dat fresh haircut, NBC hyping up the final group omg chill ur horses, Michal with those sleeve ribbons!

Michal Brezina those bedazzled dragons, WOW QUAD sal (okay I thought it was a flip at first), good 3A nothing under review, not to compare but to compare this is like Seimei beta ver., beautiful delayed 3F, also I feel like I hear people clapping along to the drums but I don’t see anyone...it’s prolly the NK cheer squad, this skate should just sneak into 1st, damn his profile sideshot looks like a dinosaur, AWWW RAF lol still surprised by these coaching situations OH BOI lol just into 1st by 0.04 over Keegan

Cha Junhwan c’mon get that gypsy dance on bring the soul of Wakaba to the games (I expect shoulder shimmies), TAKE A DEEEEP breath Brian, wow dicey moment with the 3F-3T but landed flawlessly, even better 3A crowd goes WILDDDD, quick interjection these scores that are starting to pile into the mid-80s are seriously reminding me of the bronze-medal battle in Sochi I mean yeah now there’s a pretty solid list of 5/6 guys for the podium but still..chills..., might have urs but really bringing the energy otherwisein the stsq arms flairs right on the beat of the music (I’ll count those as shimmies) wow first standing O very well deserved all the korean flags!!

Other sidenote you know who’s gonna get more cool team jackets than Marina Zueva? Brian friggin Orser: Canada, Korea, Japan, Spain, Kazakhstan! all those colors!! gotta catch ‘em all and with a score of 83+ Junhwan goes into that pack of mid-80s

Paul Fentz jacksepticeye doppleganger back on the ice, honestly great 3T-3T screw the squad his air position is really good, wow wild like on the 3A but again great air position (honestly this plus straight legs on camel spins are like the must-haves), also loving this jazzy music it works for him, Wonderwall was WUNDERFUL

Interjection of hockey testosterone jeez being a referee in that would be terrifying you’re wearing no padding sheesh

Misha Ge okay srsly what is the point of saying “Uzbekistan” in English and then again in Korean phonetics? not into the brown ombre, good 3A, getting gypsy pirate vibes gawd that spin extension though ta die fo

Cutaway to Yuzu absolutely DESTROYIN that EZ applesauce pouch (okay it’s not applesauce but man is he twistin every last drop out)

And since I’m already doing this huge ass shitpost I might as well comment on some of the commercials, the 23andme thing where Warren Buffett narrates “ill let u choose any car but u only get one you’d take care of it so well right WELL THAT’s UR BODY”...kinda hypocritical coming from a dude who only eats McDs, See’s Candies, Coke and steak...

Jorik Hendrickx awww I actually had no idea his sis Loena made it too, gosh Je Suis Malade reminds me of Adelina’s failed comeback...anyway good 3A to start; I remember how emotional his qualifying through Nebelhorn was enjoy this bb, wow he’s gonna join the mid-80s pack too judges panicking how tf do we separate them AWW Loena clapping so cute and Jorik smiling!! love this

Also screaming about how I can see the final group on my shitpost list getting closer to my cursor *bites nails*

Literally the biggest actual fuqboi of this comp Daniel Samohin is up with a new ‘do that fresh fade also doesn’t he have that company/group thing black wolf white wolf WELL DAMN BLACK WOLF JUST HIT HIS 4T-3T god remember when he destroyed his shoulder at Skate America, whoa first two clean quads of the comp so far who knew flopchild would it get together at the Olympics also classic Daniel guitar solo ay fuq down on the 3A gdi this is why we can’t have nice things LOL also the first skater to finish in the wrong direction, cute lil’ smile at the end though! Also gonna hit the low-80s aww happy tears!!! omg is that Nikolai Morozov yup 80 points and change jeez top 6 all separated by less than 2 points lol

Group 4 on the ice jeez those short sleeves SLAY BOI LOL THESE ADAM PROMOS literally all of the vernacular “fierce, I’m a full prone monster” *smizes* okay I’m going for a walk and hope to be back by Deniss see ya’ll in a quick sec and good luck to the first five in this group...but srsly I gotta get up or else risk carpal tunnel at this point </3

Adam Rippon, Dmitri Aliev

Okay jk I made it back for Patrick Chan midway through his performacne looks like his first couple jump elements were good supposedly missed his 3A he looks really tense damn PChiddy it’s alright (sidenote his chest looks bigger than I remember), also ofc Dimi is in the lead now with a tech score over 50

Keiji Tanaka, Alexei Bychenko both happened but I took a shower to be clean for some clean skates

Also isn’t it crazy how Deniss is literally skating right before Yuzu man those world standings were a bit of a surprise at first Deniss Vasiljevs (jk my shower also overran his performance so I’m looking at the protocols rn but hey, good thing is my energy’s now conserved for GROUP 6!)

YESS NBC showing (at least part of) the warmup; Javi hits a BOSS 4S so smooth; Nathan’s smiling, Yuzu looks healthy! my god seeing all the faves on ice together warming up at the OLYMPIC stage is just *clutches chest* a lil’ too much for a casual Thursday evening; okay one more set of commercials and we are off to the RACES!!!

Yuzuru Hanyu TAKES THE ICE the first bars of Ballade a personal fave piece, breatheee, head roll, sway,ohmigod you could hear the sound of a pin dropping, come one quad sal to open...YES OH MY GOD NICE 13 POINTS!!! for that one element, great donut spin, 1 2 3 1 2 3 getting all of his levels ofc great character in spins timed to music, love the sound of his blades BLIND MOHAWK INTO 3A TRADEMARK HIT IT’S HAPPENING ONLY THE COMBO LEFT IS HE GONNA DO THE RIPPON ON THE END YES NICE HE HIT IT OH MY FUQQIN GOD THE POOHS THE OBAACHANS IN THE AUDIENCE THIS IS SERIOUSLY MAGICAL BEAT THAT WOWOWOW THE POOH BEARS RAIN DOWN AGAIN I have never seen so many thrown down at once at him DAMN; this is a true champion, my god yes yes YES!!!! my god I don’t know how get got that 3T WITH RIPPON out at the end lol Ghislain Briand and B Orser jumping; WORLD RECORD GIVE IT TO HIM NEVER DOUBT YU.ZU.RU. HAN.YU; BAM 111 triple ONES BEAT THAT YESS AND HE’S SMILING

OKay okay I gotta calm down for Nathan Chen the Poohs are cleared, yes this is a POTO costume but he looks good; GOD DAMN IT CAMERAMAN YOU MISSED THE FUQQIN DIP YOU HAD ONE JOB ARGHHHH, blade sounds are louder than YUZUS BUT HERE COMES THE 4LZ...OH SHIT MY GOD AND THE QUAD TOE JESUS FUCKING HELL IT WASN’T A COMBO either wow...I’m speechless..come one Nate finish it out finish it out OH FUCKING...33 TECHSCoRE?!?!?!?!?!? He’s still breathing though, looks alright, okay he’s still honestly so young and I understand he exudes this chill outlook which is great but all the pressure had to have gotten him (or he just got unlucky with this bad day :///) nerves?? I know there’s still the free skate left but I want him to walk away from all this feeling okay, not hating skating or anything and making a comeback (hopefully??) in Beijing and maybe having a Chloe Kim kind of moment OH FUQ 13th place 82+...my god

Mikhail Kolyada actually shaking his head after seeing Nathan’s scores we’re all shocked buddy; but skate well hit that sky-high lutz loving your mozart, come on come one; okay triple honestly I just don’t want to see any more thuds on the ice that’s good oh fuck...4T a goner out of the four disciplines this is the one that has the least assured gold medalist and maybe that’s contributing to the nerves? It’s okay Mikhail, your 3A was pretty, and YAY GOT A SMILEY SPASIBO y’know at the Olympics all I can hope for as a spectator is that everyone skates happy and goes as big and clean as possible and leaves happy or at least not too hard on themselves and I know that’s easy to say but so much of sports/life in general is psychological and it just pains me to think of how these guys might react to this under-delivered performances

Shoma Uno smolma please whisk us away with Winter, literally gonna bounce the fuq off of Shrooma if he lands everything please save this; NICE 4F, lines ofc can’t compete with Hanyu but you know...World Silver...he’s got the goods, get those clean edges, skating skills, stsq levels, okay 4T YES YES YES 3T great my god SHOMA SAVES THE TRIPLE AXEL PRAISE AWWWW THE SMILE!!!!! FUCKING MELTING FOR THIS DARK HORSE WHO BTW IS WORLD SILVER REIGNING, MY GOD THIS IS CLUTCH; AND HE HAS HIGHLIGHTS TAKE THAT BINCH, ugh I’m so conflicted right now with all of these flops and clean skates and my head is muddled guessing 106 okay okay lowballed the components gets a 104 also had to save a couple landings I get it but THOSE THUNDERTHIGHS SAVING THE DAY

Javier Fernandez oh please please please all I want is for you to bring home a medal GIVE US CHAPLIN GIVE US 4S AND 4T3T THIS IS YOUR CHANCE GO FOR IT, NICE ON THE COMBO, NICE 4S HOLY HELL ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY MOM FOR RECOGNIZING THIS AS CHAPLIN U KNOW HE’S DOING HIS JOB and that AMAZING TRIPLE AXEL; so lovely oh my god this is beautiful, tbh I think my mom is actually falling in love with him “his costume looks so good on him O.O” she’s predicting he’ll win and my mom is like...never wrong so...okay tech score just exactly 60, I’m hoping 109 range oh my god GIVE HIM THE PCS IF NOT FOR HIM FOR MY MOM OH MY GOD

HYPING UP Jin Boyang for my mom okay come on GIVE US THAT CROUCHING TIGER MAGIC, LORI CHOREO DO UR FUQQIN $10K MAGIC, AMAZING 4LZ-3T, ONE OF THE BEST 4T, OG QUAD KING TARA MENTION THAT YES YES *DOES MERYL MEME POINTING FINGERS*, BEAT DRUM DROP, ERHU YES THAT 3A OH MY GOD YES YES YES JIN GO GO GO YES THE KARATE HANDS IN THE SIT SPIN, WORD THE STSQ YOU’RE GETTING ALL OF THE LEVELS GO GO GO THIS IS YOUR LAST ELEMENT HIT THE POSES GET THE EDGES GET THE TURNS KICK TWIZZLES BUTTERFLY KICK YES FIST PUMP YES YES YES YES YESSSSSS MY GOD YES GIVE HIM A SCORE TO COMPETE WITH SHOMA 104+, okay okay I can work with 103.32

Okay wow so heading into the FS tomorrow:

-Nathan, get that redemption skate, go big, go clean, love it, love yourself

-Yuzuru: bring that Seimei power, work your natural magic, be yourself, keep the intensity, and just let it flow

-Javi: VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS BE QUIXOTE, get your own redemption from Sochi (also lol I don’t think it matters what happens in the end but you’ve already won in my mother’s heart)

-Shoma: SHOOM SHOOM INTO OUR HEARTS EVEN MORE, channel your 2017 Worlds Diva moment, do it do it DO IT

-Boyang: BRING THE STAR WARS HIT US WITH THAT ANGELIC SAUCE

#text #reactions #pyeongchang 2018 #olympics 2018 #too extra

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throughthelookinglasses-blog · 7 years ago

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Ready For it? the Breakdown

So. I’m gonna start off with a disclaimer that I usually do not write these kind of posts. I don't know why, I just haven’t gotten ‘round to writing them yet. SO if this seems like it’s all over the place, that’s why. Secondly, the reason I felt the need to put this down in words is because, literally EVERYONE on the internet,save for a select few which maybe I haven’t seen are clueless about the video. They are misinterpreting it and it is messing with my head.

@taylorswift if I totally butchered it, I am so sorry.

So here goes.

First things first.

I’m sure everyone noticed the lip curl. And I’m sure everyone remembered her do the same one in LWYMMD.

Now as we all know, we saw two taylors in the RFI video. Now here’s what those two taylors are according to my theory.

The Taylor wearing the bodysuit is the old taylor and the one in hood is the new taylor who was starring in the LWYMMD video. Did you see how, in the last line up, there were some new taylors, and there were some old taylors and all the new taylors were taking a shot at insulting the old taylors? Yeah. SO according to the LWYMMD video, taylor wants us to think that the new taylor is against the old one and hates her with passion.

But things change in RFI!

Here we see, that The new taylor is in a shady place with gangsters and stuff which I think is supposed to symbolise the dark corner of herself. (forgive me if it sounds corny. Or dont. I don't care)

And we see that she’s enclosed the old taylor in a glass box. Notice how I said ‘enclosed’ and not ‘trapped’ Cz she wasn’t trapped. The new taylor hid her there because she was so broken that she needed protection.

Further proof.

(maybe? It's a theory)

The new Taylor is still TAYLOR! And this is symbolic of how only she can understand how truly broken she was.

The new taylor isn’t against the old taylor, she’s PROTECTING old taylor. Its almost as if she’s working for the old taylor. She’s feeding her, nursing her and letting her rest while the new taylor faces the world and slams everyone down who doesn’t treat her with respect.

And when she doesn’t need the facade anymore, she destroys it. Time to get real. (PS. did you see how the new her has straighter and styled hair while the old taylor is rocking her natural curls? Thats sick!)

Also, do you see how, throughout the video, the new taylor is not at all upset, or scared or angry by the fact the the taylor inside the glass box is gaining power and actually seems to be pleased and excited that the old taylor is now strong and can break free? She herself encourages her to get out of the box now and the new taylor is actually the one who presses the buttons to let er out.

More proof that the taylor in the bodysuit is the old @taylorswift. She literally spoon-fed it to us and we didn’t see. Which is a shame on us really.

White horse? WHITE HORSE? white horse. Rings a bell? No? Let me break it down for you.

And it's too late for you and your ‘white horse’ to come around.

Okay? Okay.

Oh this also means that now she’s the one on the white horse. Meaning she don't need no knight in shining armour on a white horse to save her. She ain’t no damsel in distress. She can save herself. WHICH SHE DID!

And for all those who are critical of the nude bodysuit, fuck you! (excuse my french).

DON'T YOU SEE IT? ITS SYMBOLIC OF THE VULNERABILITY OF THE OLD TAYLOR! YOU GUYS!

Did all you swifties really believe that @taylorswift, the queen of deeper layers in her songs, would herself, with her own free will, put on a nude bodysuit, which is slightly promiscuous, without it having some deeper meaning to it? Like really?

Why do you think the new taylor isn’t letting anyone see her? Why do you think there’s only one person the old taylor trusts and that person is herself? Because she’s vulnerable. Now, more than ever! She is not using the media in any way for promoting her album. The media on the other hand has turned her into a clickbait! And I’m glad @taylorswift isn’t letting them use her just to increase the views and ratings. I’m honestly so happy. There’s not press interviews, no TV appearances. She is not letting anyone in! Except for the people she truly trusts. which is her fans. She trusts us enough to know that if she releases music, we will know about it, we will jam to it and we will give it the love it deserves without necessarily judging her.

Now that that’s out of the way. (I'm sorry if Im coming off too strong, I just feel really strongly about people misunderstanding her and then judging her.)

But Now, things are changing. The old taylor has almost recovered and is now stronger than before. She has rebuilt herself and mended all that was broken.

Do you see this? The ball of light? That ball of lights is the power that she found when she stopped caring about her reputation and became the 'new' taylor. The look of wonder in her eyes is the uplifting she felt when she realised that she doesn’t need to change herself to save herself. She just has to shut out all the negative voices and focus on the ones that truly care for her.

Which brings me to.

'Touch me and you"ll never be alone'

It’s not just a superficial touch! You guys! Dig deep!

She actually means to say that now, after the old taylor is back if what you do for me and how you treat people touches my heart, If you are genuine and truly care for me, I'll never let u be alone...

Thats why shes been scouring the net for true fans… That she sends goodies to the ones who can’t meet her... @taylornation is legit contacting anyone taylor mentions and invites them to the Secret sessions if @taylorswift wants. She’s filtering people by how much she trusts them and by how much they touch her.

It’s also a clever sexual pun ‘cz the media has labelled her as being irresistible but fast. But I believe she really means touching her emotionally when she says that. (I may be wrong but that's how i think it goes.)

Speaking of clever lyrics. Here’s one more.

She says 'no one has to know' to the old taylor.

So she’s healing herself without letting anyone know that she was broken in the first place. No one has to know she is broken. No one has to know that this is just a mask. no one has to know that she’s soft and healing underneath the hard surface.

And here comes another connection to the LWYMMD lyric. She says the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now ‘coz she’s dead. But in RFI we clearly see she is not. So the new taylor is hiding the fact that the old taylor is still there, under all those layers of new she has put around herself, she’s still there. But ‘no one has to know’ this until the old taylor is ready to let everyone know.

And now ‘Baby let the games begin!’ Shes ready now. To come out of hiding as herself. And show the world that she can still conquer the world even if she doesn’t morph according to the society’s standards.

And also, the lightning?

The one that gives taylor the power and strength back in flash of seconds. I think it’s a play on the word ‘enlightening.’

Again for the realisation she had that she doesn’t have to care what people think about her decisions as long as she herself is okay with it.

Oh My god! This whole video, in first look doesn’t seem like it makes sense, or has concept.

But for people who have been here a long time, and for people who know taylor for who she truly is, it’s the most epic video she can make. And it’s the first song of the album. So it makes sense that the taylor that was dormant for so many years is now coming back. So are you ready for it?

the album, my thoughts.

I think the album is gonna show both sides of taylor. One that she shows only to the people close to her and the other that she shows the entire world.

You know how people have been saying that ‘Gorgeous’ sounds more like a mix of Red and Fearless? Yup. that's the old taylor of the album! It's the third track. SO i have a feeling that after she breaks out of the glass box in RFI, she starts being herself again, only this time, there's no inhibitions and she’s not letting others know that she’s back to her old self (again ‘no one has to know’). So we can expect the 2nd track to also be like the stuff that taylor usually makes. But the song would be with a more empowering lyric. Like, a lyric that shows how she’s getting stronger. Kinda along the lines of Out of the woods - She lost him but she found herself.

I dont know, thats a shot in the dark I’m taking.

I really urge you to watch the video again, with all this in mind, and I guarantee you, you will not be confused anymore.

Also, if there’s any theories that you guys might have that make more sense than this, PLEASE let me know. This video has been messing with my head and I’m just glad that now I have some context to it.

P.S. I Love you @taylorswift. You are an inspiration for me in so many ways! You show that you dont have to stop loving people altogether just because you have been hurt. You showed me that feeling for people is not a weakness. Feeling Love and being compassionate is not a weakness. Its strength. You just need to nurture the love and compassion that you have within you instead of banishing it.

PPS. I think the reason the new taylor is a filter for boyfriends to. And this guy that she’s singing about, he’s won her trust and is much more compassionate and caring and loving than anyone she’s met before. and thats why she’s now letting the old, real taylor come out and expose herself to him, because she trust him.

@taylornation Please help me get Taylor read this. I really want to know if it makes sense. Thank you for being so nice to the fans and working so hard for @taylorswift

#taylor swift #ready for it #reputation #Taylor Nation #Swifties #gorgeous #LWYMMD #look what you made me do #theory #breakdown #taylurking

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vieuxnoyesrp · 8 years ago

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Krys. We’re really not sure whether you’re the angel answering our prayers or the devil who appears a day after her name is spoken in good company. We’re not about to look a gift-horse in the mouth however, especially given the fact that you totally nailed this application once again. We can claim that came as a surprise, but it wouldn’t be true given how effortlessly you played Jackson the first time around too. That said, your numerous and varied headcanons were an absolute delight to read and brought us even deeper into Jackson’s psyche. Everything was spot-on, and we’re very happy to have you in the group once more!

Krys, thank you very much for applying. As for Jackson…

⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⚜ ROLEPLAYER:

⤜ Name/alias: Krys

⤜ Pronouns: she/her

⤜ Age: 28

⤜ Timezone: CST

⤜ Activity: 7/10 - i work about 40 hours a week but that work happens to be on a computer so it gives me some leeway with how often I will be able to post. Yay new jobs!

⤜ Best form of contact: skype, tumblr

⤜ Any Triggers? nada

⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés?

I have role played here before buuuut before that i know one or two birds that got me interested real quick.

⤜ What drew you to the RP?

The in depth plot, the intricate map of characters and the new ways to explore characters from the shows that would be fresh and original.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay?

I’m excited for a few different things going on here. I am really interested in seeing how the salem way of magic disrupts the ancestral way. Not being tethered to the whims of the old would probably be incredibly freeing if the witches of the french quarter are willing to embrace it. Another thing i am really interested in [consider me biased] but the were plot and how it can unfold. Having multiple types of were and new wolves trying to figure out their place among packs that are in their own form of turmoil is huge. I think it would be something fun to flesh out and really see how everything will turn out.

⚜ DESIRED CHARACTER: JACKSON KENNER

⤜ Why do you want this character?

Jackson Kenner is the love of my life. I would marry him so of course I want to play him. No but seriously he is a character that has a lot of depth to him. There are many different things that are playing in his head. As an alpha there is a responsibility on his shoulders but as a man there are certain things he would want to see play out that may be in conflict. He has to stand tall and be strong but he can’t be too iron willed. There is a balance he needs to find and i think for a little while now he has been struggling to find it. On the outside he probably seems like he has got his shit together but on the inside there is so much turmoil… I can tell.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

For him it’s that inner battle that I want to see. I want to see him struggle. I want to see him hate so strongly that it is nearly blinding but he has to pull himself back. Because above all else he wants peace. He wants his pack, his family, his friends, he wants them all to have a better life. Now that isn’t saying the life they have isn’t something he enjoys but being sequestered off in the damn bayou in pain of death.. That sure isn’t what he had planned for his people when he stepped up and took the alpha mantel. In a way that incredibly simple want is going to be the hardest thing for him. He has vampires on one side who happen to be old ass grudge holders that may or may not still be pissy as shit even when he hadn’t been involved with the bullshit in the first place. The other side is the potential weres that are angry. The ones that want a better lot in life but they’ll be damned if they don’t take it with bloody fingers.

In my opinion it is the perfect scene of being stuck between a rock and a hard place, that is what I want to explore and exploit. His inner battles, his guilt, his anger, and even a certain amount of loneliness. The push and pull between him and Hayley is also something I want to dig into. I want to see how they differ and how they are similar in opinion. I feel like fundamentally they want the same thing but it is how they will go about getting it that will have them standing apart.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

He rises before the sun. mostly for the peace and quiet but there is a part of him that enjoys it for nostalgia. It’s a part of the day when things are still. The parts when he can still see their old life before the battles and wars. Before curses and death threats. A simpler life. For that first hour and a half he has an inner peace that he can keep for the rest of the day. From there on out his day is spent making sure things get done around the bayou. Taking care of the pack and the little ones. His favorite moments are when he can take a second to show one of the younger ones how to track an animal or to skin and clean one. Little pieces of the bayou that he can remind himself that while they are forced to stay he probably would have chosen to be away from the city on his own terms. Of course he avoids the city at pretty much every cost, rarely ever stepping foot in unless he has something that needs to be done and there is no other way to do it.

After his time of reflection he may had up to Laplace to check his PO box or he will work on a woodworking order that he took for something custom made. It pays well enough and even werewolves need to make a living. Most days before he can even blink, it is over. The sun is setting and his body is ready to relax. They eat around a campfire or at least cook over it and eat in one of the built halls he took his time in making sure still stood. He spends his day around family friends. Honestly he doesn’t complain much unless he had to play peacekeeper between overly aggressive wolves all day. That is a bit of a bummer.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

There is extreme guilt on his heart for the loss of the Hale pack. While the situation had been far more complicated than any outsider would know, he still thinks about it daily. Every time he sees Cora his heart is weighed down by shame. They may have been distant but they were still his people. Wolves that died because he could not help them.

As a kid his parents took life in the bayou seriously. It wasn’t just because of whatever fears they had but it was giving Jackson a portion of his heritage. Hunting was something he was taught practically from the moment he could walk. There isn’t a better tracker south, west or even east of the mississippi. He still hunts now for a little bit of solace. It soothes him most days and it helps him thinking about life when it wasn’t turned upside down. Little reminders help him through the weeks.

His mother is the reason he has such a way with controlling himself. She was an unturned wolf and wanted to see him have control in such a way that many of the other wolves his age didn’t. To this day Jackson still doesn’t think that it was meditation but it was certainly something close to it. ‘One with the world’ is what she called it. Something about knowing where he was and where he had been would be what helped him find a center when other people couldn’t. He never thanked her enough for that. He has seen wolves lose themselves and he never wants to be that.

Good ol’ southern boy. Yeah that is a very good way to describe him. His music taste goes from bluegrass to real twangy country. His drink taste ranges from cold beer to a damn fine whiskey. Some days all he wants is a cold drink and someone playing music for him to close his eyes to.

That curse hadn’t always been a curse in his mind. They were trapped as wolves, yes. Taken from their lives in a way, yes. For his people it had been something they had never wanted but for him, in the end, Jackson saw it as something he welcomed. When he was young, his parents ingrained in him that being a wolf was precious. Turned or unturned. You belonged to a people that would bind you stronger than other bonds. It was sacred to him in his own mind and when he had to live as one completely without the moon pulling at him it was - serene. Once he got over the spitting rage he found a simplicity in it. It was in so many ways far more simple than being a normal person was.

Other than hunting his father was always good with his hands and it was something he passed down to Jackson. While he mama made sure he could sew a little tear in his own clothes if he had to, his daddy taught him how to pulled things. From big to small. In another life he could have made a living as a contractor and honestly he thinks about it some days. Woodworking is a part of him. Whittling small figures, building doors, shaping boats, strapping together docks and pretty much whatever else the bayou needs. It’s the way he gets some spare cash for his people’s needs. A bit of a handyman. Flannel and muscles included.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character?

This is gonna pull a lot from the plans of how I am going to play with him. I want to explore just how far he would be willing to go for his people. If that means trying for a strong truce with vampires or involving other weres or creatures. Or it could even mean going behind Hayley’s back and not involving her in the decisions he could make? Could that mean he takes on a strange twisted form of Machiavellian thinking or would he be willing to stand his ground and lose his people? Would it come to such an extreme?

I’m als really excited for the Hales portion of it all. The loss of that pack tore a piece of him away. Just another nail in the coffin of his own inner guilt. I want to explore how that changed him and how it changed the way he would interact with other weres or packs. I could definitely see it being a slight voice in the back of his head always reminding Jackson of what happened the last time he didn’t couldn’t help. It weighs on him and his relationships. Very specifically on how he would approach them. Look i just wanna see him react to his guilt and see how and if he can push through it.

Okay now let us talk about Mary Sibley and those witch bitches from Salem. I want to toy with that instinct that has a soft whisper in the back of his head. I think it would be a lot of fun to have him question his own instincts. For so long he had been able to rely on them without any doubt but now with the whispers and the potential rift that could form between him and Hayley with the pack, I think that could push his mind in all sorts of directions. Now, if that means it gets him in trouble or if that means he gets to have that moment of clarity that yeah, trust no bitch.

I pretty much just want to strip him down to his emotional bones [still] and see how he builds himself up again. Or if he honestly can. Who is he without his pack? Who is Jackson Kenner?

⤜ Para sample:

(Redacted for privacy)

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? Vincent Griffith/Finn Mikaelson but I love him as his real self the most, Mercy Lewis, Kol Mikaelson [yep that is three but the more you know]

⤜ Have you read the rules?: sure did

⤜ Anything else? Hello, is it me you’re looking for? Okay we have met before… a few times and i love you guys but i made 3 playlists [x] [x] [x] for his gentlemen since last I played him [also his link on my blog [x]]. I miss him and I miss ya’ll and blaaaah…. I have already been lurking long enough. It was time to see if I still had the Jackson Mojo

#nathan parsons #nathan parsons fc #Jackson Kenner #Jackson Kenner RP #the originals rp #accepted

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sugarwaterradio · 6 years ago

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How Rick Ross

Well in May forbes said this guy was worth 150 million bucks but now fitty cent doesn't have two quarters to rub together I remember reading headlines about 50 Cent's financial troubles and thinking there was something incredibly tragic about the man that released get rich or die trying' going bankrupt however on last check 50 cent was actually still alive which did make me think that maybe there was slightly more to the bankruptcy story than meets the eye in order to truly understand what happened we need to go way back to 2008 at the start of his feud with everybody's favorite wing slinging fake drug-dealing rapper Rick Ross it was actually Rick Ross that started off the beef by saying that 50 cent and looked at him some kind of way at the Beatty Awards Awards not what little kid made an expression on his face that carries disappointing me what kind of expression 50 responded saying he didn't even see Rick Ross at the awards which i think is hard to believe considering the Rick Ross weighs 350 pounds now Ricky Ross made the beef official when he released the song of mafia music which fired a few shots at 50 cent for allegedly burning down his baby mamas house January 29th 2009 and 50 cent comes out with a response to mafia music his own disc called officer Ricky the next day Rick Ross calls in to Angela Yee show and says that that response is trash and 50 has 48 hours to respond with something Feder 24 hours later well i'ma fuck your life up but fine I paid for the transcripts to your court case and now that I got you address will be on your doorstep Ricky on that same day 50 also releases the first episode of his officer Ricky cartoon series damn because I said your mama look like the Klumps a couple of days later 50 of sticking true to his promise of fucking up Rick Ross's life for fuck 50 starts out the video by saying that what you're about to see is something is a little bit more sophisticated than what we've been offering in the past which I think's a massive disservice to 50 Cent's car work I mean this video is so lowbrow it makes candy shop look like the Beethoven symphony in the video the mother of Rick Ross's child calls out rot for having rented jewelry and leased cars and he takes her first shopping whilst isn't she lovely by Stevie Wonder plays you cannot make this shit up 50 also takes the opportunity to call out Rick Ross's other baby mama for being a cool girl a few days after that Rick Ross releases the diss song kiss my pinky ring curly this song is accompanied by a music video of Rick Ross hanging out in New York with some miscellaneous goons the song also featured what felt like several hundred lyrics accusing 50 cent of being gage an allegation which seemingly becomes a big part of this beef from both sides two days after that it's the 8th of February and 50 cent is dropping more content than Netflix he puts out officer Ricky episode 2 which shows how Rick Ross got a deal from jay-z he then drops the first of a series of new comedy segments featuring a character that he's created called pimping curly curl this is basically just 50 cent wearing a curly wig while shrieking about how much of a pimp ears and threatening Rick Ross on with a knife Oh Livie without you I've got you then along with his crew g-unit 50-cent releases I'll be the shooter which features so many shout outs of different types of guns the song might as well have been recorded in TI's trunk in response to this Rick Ross essentially coffees fifties idea of the animated this video and releases his own version called gay unit workouts which I'm sure even the slowest of viewers can work out what that means this entire video is basically just calling out g-unit members for being gay it also disses 50 cent for allegedly using steroids and also for some reason Rick Ross decided that this video was the perfect place to debut his new single with John Legend magnificent over visuals of a cartoon g-unit having a three-way gangbang that same day Rick Ross dropped the diss track push him over the ledge which is basically a two minute juice freestyle mainly consisting of you guessed it oh hey he mentions one specific rumor of g-unit member Lloyd Banks being in a gay porno dick on Google which I did a lot of digging on I couldn't seem to find any evidence for that but there was one a guy that looks a little bit like Lloyd Banks appeared in a gay porno the next day 50 cent puts out a video that's probably the most menacing thing I've ever seen in a hip hop beef I mean this thing makes the story if added on look like the story of Balamory he releases the video a psychic told me this little poem / dj khaled check this shit out right it's cool I just wanted to tell you what it's like you told me your car tires gonna stare down now you know I know will you be and or will your mama house it and all your mama work it now look at sleep to make this even more spicy we later found out that the person actually filmed this was French Montana he's even seen in one of these videos wearing him this is 50 t-shirt which he can't blame on his stylist over the next month these two trade shots back and forth over disc tracks and animated videos 50 goes on to drop several more cartoons which don't just clown Rick Ross but also go after Ti DMX Suge Knight and Chris Brown but it's on March the 17th that 50 made the ultimate mistake that would eventually wind him up in bankruptcy 50 cent actually leaks a sex tape starring Rick Ross's other baby mama Brooke with an introduction of himself in character as pimp and curly and commentary throughout the entire video I personally don't think it's right or legal to show you any of that tape so what I'm going to do is I'm gonna play you some of 50s commentary over some very innocent six days after the sex tape leaked on March 23rd Rick Ross came out with a very unusual video essentially saying sorry not sorry to the gay community I heard a knife in the homosexual community I apologize I'm offering a record will openly gay artists such as City sing we all know he's gay so now all the gays good later Rick Ross drops his long-awaited album deeper than rap now the album is out and there's very little to be gained from beefing these two kind of lose interest in each other during that time fifty seems to get closer to Rick Ross's baby mama Tia helping her release her own tell-all biography but things get really Savage in November where seemingly out of nowhere fifty decides to take Rick Ross's baby mama and his kids to Floyd Mayweather's house I've got to say it's pretty painful to watch I mean it seems like 50-cent treats Ross's kids better than his own February 25th 2010 and Rick Ross's baby mama Brooke brings a court case against $for Leake in that sex tape this court case takes an entire five years to get resolved during that time the 50 and Ross beef simmers and a few things happen here and there that are quite interesting Ross publicly suffers from some seizures gunplay from Rick Ross's Maybach Music crew gets beaten up by g-unit at an award show and 50 cent is pictured wearing his Maybach music chain er of bowling alley a few days later 50 pounds Rick Ross for getting his car shot up and Rick Ross gets accused of pistol whipping his groundskeeper who is later pictured on Instagram with 50 cent five years go by and it's in July 2015 that that court case finally gets resolved and fifty loses the court order 50 to pay five million dollars to Brooke for the sex tape leaked and two million dollars in punitive damages three days after losing that case fifty Cent files for chapter 11 bankruptcy now it's important to realize that there's a big difference between filing for chapter 11 bankruptcy and filing for chapter 7 bankruptcy chapter 11 is more about reorganizing your assets so that you can then end up making the payments that you owe whereas chapter 7 is a lot more about admitting that there's no way you can pay your payments however this didn't stop Rick Ross and the whole world from clowning on 50 my first album was time Richard and I've bankrupt I guess he's 50 cent even got in on some of the action mocking the idea of him being bankrupt which actually caused him to get hauled back into court to explain himself 50 told the court that the money in the pictures and his whole lavish lifestyle was actually Fae 50 cents money woes didn't last very long by 2017 only two years after losing that court case 50 was actually able to pay off his entire 22 million dollar debt five years herb so if you think 50s broke 50 ain't broke but how the hell did 50 suddenly get all of this money to pay these debts 50 didn't just go bankrupt from losing the sextape case he'd also been in and out court with slick audio based on a dispute around the SMS audio headphones deal that he had going on 50 had originally partnered with sleek to engineer the headphones but he later left them and ended up doing a deal with somebody else slick sued him and won and he ended up owning them 17 million dollars for the development of these headphones and that to the outstanding amount that he had to pay Brooke for the sex tape lawsuit in December 2016 50 actually won a court case against the lawyers who had represented him in the original sleek audio case that he lost by winning that case against his lawyers he got 14 and a half million dollars which he then combined with his own funds of million dollars to basically pay off the entire outstanding debt and get out of bankruptcy put off the hill to that when he decided to sue the lawyers from his sex tape case as well specifically he argues that they failed to interview Rick Ross about leaking the sex tape before 50 did furthermore he claimed that there was actually a conflict of interest between an old lawyer that 50 had in 2004 and Rick Ross's current lawyer as far as I can tell that Court case is currently unresolved but what I could find was that 50 is looking for thirty two million dollars from this case even though 50 beat bankruptcy we can assume that he learned his lesson and he will never leak a sex tape ever again okay I hope you enjoyed that video make sure that you like and scribe below hit that notification bell so you can see every single time I upload and if you've been enjoying my work lately I definitely recommend that you go and check out the patreon account I've started there's some really cool benefits on there that I think you will definitely like and I would really appreciate your support so I can keep making these videos and hopefully I can upload more often thanks very much and peace out Read the full article

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AN INTERVIEW WITH MADISON!

Welcome to Way Out Records, Leigh.

Madison’s energy in the interview is truly palpable! You did a great job of portraying her spastic energy, and we loved the inner workings behind the how and why she has so much energy to begin with. We also love the character changes you made, and will update her band claim change shortly!

Please get your account to us within 24 hours. We look forward to rping with you!

THE MUSE…

CHARACTER: Madison Louise McCarthy

FACE CLAIM: Anna Kendrick

CHARACTER CHANGES: I’d like to change her voice claim to Bishop Briggs!

DIGGING DEEPER…

Madison is incredibly neurotic. In a lot of ways, the persona that she puts in front of the world as a bubbly sweetheart is meant to conceal the true turmoil that hides within her. She is constantly second-guessing herself, she’s extremely insecure, and she’s an immense control freak. Madison has to have everything just so otherwise she’ll lose her mind. She’s very closed-off to her true personality despite giving off the appearance that she’s an open book, Madison keeps a part of her soul completely off-limits to anyone else who’d try and enter there. She’s two-faced. But you know what? She’s a Gemini. And a twin. What the heck did you expect?

Aside from being her musical soulmate, Jane gave Madison piano lessons, in hopes that they’d be a piano-and-guitar-and-singing duo. Madison practiced her little heart out, but when it came time for her to play, she sat at the piano and completely froze up. She didn’t move her hands once. Okay, she did, but they were for the wrong notes and it was like, totally embarrassing. So now she bangs on a box drum every once in a while and leaves the real musicianship to Jane. God bless Jane.

Madison writes her own lyrics, which isn’t something that you might expect from her. It was something that she and Mason constantly used to fight over. Madison finally feels comfortable enough to share her music with the entire rest of the world, and it’s something that’s really scary for her. Having people know her business or speculate who her music is about it… a trip, and parts of Madison don’t really like it. But that raw, angry honesty is what made her album so successful to begin with, so Madison can deal.

THE INTERVIEW PORTION…

WHAT IS ONE BIG THING THAT’S INSPIRED YOU IN YOUR CAREER?

ONE BIG THING? That’s what you want? One big thing? Not like, a whole bunch of little things? But the big one? The big Kahuna? The big big thing? Okay, so this is gonna sound super cheesy (like that raclette cheese wheel that people pour on french fries because they’re doing life right) but I feel so much inspiration coming from Jane. Meeting her, being friends with her, making music with her has been the biggest inspiration in my musical career. I’m like, constantly trying to make myself better as a musician to be worthy of her. Did you know she plays about eighteen thousand instruments? No? Oh, wait, you don’t want me to talk about Jane? You want me to talk about myself? Okay, fine. So what’s an inspiration for me? The ocean. That’s the nonsense answer you want, right? The water, the oceans, and the sea critters. Especially otters. Have you seen them in the water? They hold hands so that they don’t get lost at sea when they’re asleep. How freaking cute is that? Live your life like an otter.

WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT WHAT YOU DO?

I… I love so many things about what I do. The perks. The free stuff. The Les Ladies playing cards. The alcohol Keurig I have on the tour bus. Just kidding, I don’t actually have an alcohol Keurig, I have a regular Keurig that I put alcohol in after I’ve made the coffee– okay, you’re done with me– I really love being able to jam with a whole bunch of awesome people, live my dreams of being a rockstar, share my music with a hundred million people, and basically be in band camp. OMG, I’M AT BAND CAMP. THIS IS MY DREAM. Do you know I played the flute in fourth grade and my band teacher had the audacity to tell me that I didn’t have proper bone structure to play the flute? Like, SCREW YOU MR. SMITH, LOOK AT ME NOW. I’m at band camp and I look great.

HOW HAVE YOU AND YOUR WORK EVOLVED OVER THE LAST FIVE YEARS?

SO I RELEASED AN ALBUM IN THE LAST FIVE YEARS. DON’T ASK ME HOW THAT HAPPENED. Well, actually, I can tell you how that happened. Some poor sound engineer (hi Bob, love you Bob, monthly Edible Arrangements coming your way, Bob) was stuck for over thirty seven hours of recording time with me (you’re still alive, Bob!!!!). And Jane. But Jane loves me for reasons that I don’t know or understand. But Jane and I went into a recording studio, did the thing, people bought it, now we’re on tour and it is wild.

Okay, you want me to be serious. That’s like, really hard for me? But okay. I'mma try. So, I really think in the past few years, I’ve been able to express myself much more in my music. I always hated when artists were like, my songs are my diary! because that sounds so stupid. But it’s really true. The stuff I write is the stuff that I feel like I can’t share with the whole rest of the world. Except I share it with the entire universe, so sense make I none.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR WORK WITH WAY OUT RECORDS?

I LOVE IT. BIG FAN OF WAY OUT. I think that my sound is kinda… different? But I love it and they love it too, so who cares? I used to be in a band with my brother, but we totally did a JoBros and had creative differences, so it’s really cool to be able to make music on my own terms. And Jane’s terms. But Jane does everything I want to do, because she’s amazing. I see you, Jane stans. I see you all over Twitter. But guess who the biggest Jane stan is? MADISON LOUISE MCCARTHY. THAT’S RIGHT.

Hey, I just realized I answered like, none of these questions. Yolo.

#accepted #madison mccarthy*

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filamlangs · 8 years ago

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Trying to Fit Tagalog in my American Mouth: A Classic FilAm Existential Crisis

In 2014, I went through my first Filipino-American identity crisis. I had reluctantly signed up for a weekend conference in Orlando with my college campus ministry. The topic of discussion, Asian-American issues, was something I had never really given thought about before. During one of the worship services, the music leader taught the group a song in Tagalog. In the lofty room filled with mostly Korean- and Chinese-Americans, I suddenly felt embarrassed that I could not understand the words on the screen. I felt like I needed to at least act as if I were singing to prove that I knew my language, to make its culture mighty and powerful for the rest of the students in the room. At the same time, I kept scanning my surroundings for visual reactions. Were my peers singing along to these garbled words? Did they think that the Tagalog language sounded funny? I squinted in disgust that the leader chose a Tagalog song for us to sing. I even made a sideways comment to a friend about a “translation error” I saw in the words up on the screen. I later realized my own error when I looked up the words myself.

The conference forced me to confront some deep questions, namely: what do I really know about being Filipino? Are Filipinos simply a conglomeration of other peoples’ cultural artifacts and practices? From attire and food to musical styles and my Spanish surname, the trifecta of colonialism, globalization, and urbanization has drastically transformed the islands and its diaspora into the image of its cultural oppressors. At the conference, I felt ethnically inferior among my Chinese, Korean, Japanese, and Indian counterparts. They came from nations I perceived to be culturally unique and influential. Could the small Southeast Asian islands my parents called home ever offer something to the world that is distinctively Filipino?

Of course, I tell myself. As an avid language learner, I’ve always learned and asserted that culture is deeply tied to language. But even the Tagalog/Filipino lexicon overflows with archaic hispanicisms and American English loan words, often spinning off into the Taglish spoken on the streets of Manila. Even then, English is the preferred method of instruction and official communication. I sometimes ask myself why I should learn Tagalog/Filipino if this is the case. Does a language still matter if nobody is around to speak it?

It’s a difficult question and one that I hope to answer more fully through my journey. I grew up in a tri-lingual household of English, Tagalog, and Ilocano, though with only enough space to successfully fit one of the three into my brain. Outside of the home, English was the dominant language used in the small, predominantly white town in the rural Midwest. In high school Spanish class I started to develop my love for language learning and subsequently discovered online independent language tools. Over the years, I picked up Spanish and French, both of which I have used consistently in my work and research. I’ve also dabbled (and continue to do so) in Portuguese, Italian, Mandarin, and Arabic.

Yet if I am passionate about learning languages, then why don’t I learn my own language? It’s a common narrative of Filipino-American shame, where the children of immigrants born in the states feel a disconnect to their heritage. I will say that part of the reason I still haven’t learned it is simply because Tagalog is not my language. I was raised in a Filipino household, but I lived and studied and expressed myself in the U.S. through English. I constantly make poetry, sarcastic comments, and unnecessary and heady rants in this language. English is my linguistic home.

But Tagalog is also another sort of home, even if I struggle to decipher its funny sounds and backward syntax. It does not fit easily around my tongue the way English or Spanish can, despite having been the surrogate parents of Tagalog. I feel like I’m gobbling phonemes whenever I try to speak it. Yet these same sounds remind me of a land I’ve never walked on, a stacking upon stacking of countless verb fixes like the rice terraces in Banaue. I want to learn my parents’ language and their parents’ language beyond the kitchen. I want to claim it as one of my own. No more “gusto kong tubig.” I’m tired of asking for water when what I really want is an entirely new way of speaking and living.

At this point, I can easily rattle off “kumusta ka na?” but I have no command of the endless conjugations or the particulars of enclitic positions. The fact is that comprehensive resources in Tagalog are few and expensive. There is even a greater lack of resources for the hundreds of other languages on the archipelago, including Ilocano, Kapampanga, Visaya, and Hiligaynon. I hope to address this lack of educational material in further posts on why preserving these languages is important. Yet in a dog-eat-dog world reeking with postcolonial odors and social and linguistic Darwinism, I can sometimes come off as a hopeless romantic, saying that all languages matter and are equal in inherent value. The languages of the Philippines are important, I tell myself- although even I don’t fully believe this statement at times.

I want to know what it is like to progress through this strange culture, to declare to the world that I am committed to learning the language(s) of the Philippines. I want to see where this language can take me. This is my wish and my experiment. Maybe it won’t amount to much. Maybe I’m just writing a long, exasperated letter to myself as to why I should finally learn Tagalog after all these years. But I hope, for the rest of the Filipino-Americans who share this same burden, that you find a way to dig deeper and rediscover a language and culture which you always wanted to feel a part of. Wherever you are on the journey, you are never too late to start learning a new language.

#filipinoamerican #learntagalog #languages #biculturalism #tagalog #ilocano #kapampanga #visaya #hiligaynon #linguistics #heritage #pinoy #firstgenerationamerican #philippines

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THIRTY ONE GUYS UP 4 HOURS FML LET’S GIT TO IT, first group up on warmup ice: ayyy Vincent hitting a nice 4Lz-3T

This next warmup group Danny wit dat fresh haircut, NBC hyping up the final group omg chill ur horses, Michal with those sleeve ribbons!

Interjection of hockey testosterone jeez being a referee in that would be terrifying you’re wearing no padding sheesh

Cutaway to Yuzu absolutely DESTROYIN that EZ applesauce pouch (okay it’s not applesauce but man is he twistin every last drop out)

Also screaming about how I can see the final group on my shitpost list getting closer to my cursor *bites nails*

Adam Rippon, Dmitri Aliev

Keiji Tanaka, Alexei Bychenko both happened but I took a shower to be clean for some clean skates

Okay wow so heading into the FS tomorrow:

-Nathan, get that redemption skate, go big, go clean, love it, love yourself

-Yuzuru: bring that Seimei power, work your natural magic, be yourself, keep the intensity, and just let it flow

-Javi: VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS BE QUIXOTE, get your own redemption from Sochi (also lol I don’t think it matters what happens in the end but you’ve already won in my mother’s heart)

-Shoma: SHOOM SHOOM INTO OUR HEARTS EVEN MORE, channel your 2017 Worlds Diva moment, do it do it DO IT

-Boyang: BRING THE STAR WARS HIT US WITH THAT ANGELIC SAUCE

#text #reactions #pyeongchang 2018 #olympics 2018 #men's short #too extra

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Eurotour (aka best 12 days of my life!!)

*CAUTION: LONG AND SAPPY POST IS AHEAD*

From April 7-18 I went on a bus trip around Europe and we went to France, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Italy, and Switzerland. These were honestly the best 12 days of my life. I made some of the best friends in the world, and we all became a family of 48 within 12 short days together. I miss them all so much but I’ll never forget all the amazing times we had together wandering the streets of Europe.

I’m going to go ahead and list all the people I’ll talk about so I don’t have to explain who they are later on:

Everyone from my district, Jack (USA), Joao (Brazil), Jeff (Brazil), Luca (Mexico), Sergio (Brazil), Beaven (USA), Dhruvi (India), Candela (Argentina), Cami (USA), Emma (USA), Azul (USA), Rafheala (Brazil), Marina (Mexico), Hu (South Korea), Hannah (USA), Joe (Finland)

Day 1: Paris, France

The first day of Eurotour was so lit! I had so much fun! Ao we got on the train at 9, then around 12 we got to Paris. We met everyone then got on the bus. We went to a garden, The Invalids, the Eiffel Tower, and then the other places we saw were from the bus. We stayed in Paris for about 2 hours then we headed to Reims where our hostel was. We got there around 6pm, then we ate dinner at the hostel. Around 9:30 we walked to the cathedral that Reims is known for, and on the way there and back, I talked to Jack about life and how crazy everything around us was, and when we got there, Sarah was waiting for us. It was great being able to see her again. Once we got back to the hostel, we all headed to bed for the next day.

Day 2: Strasbourg, France

This day was great. We left the hostel in Reims at 8, and got to Strasbourg around 12:30. We had an hour and a half for lunch, so we ate at this really good Italian place. Then, my pen pal for the past year and a half, and one of my really good friends, Zelie, came to meet us. I had never met her before, so it was really cool to be able to meet her in France!! After lunch we took a little tour around Strasbourg, but it wasn’t very long. After that we had another break. We looked at the little market that was going on, got ice cream, sat by the river, and then went into the cathedral, which was super cool! There was a clock that had the Earth’s rotation, zodiac signs, time (obviously), and some other stuff on it. It was huge, and super cool to see, and the coolest part about it is that it has never been recreated! I really liked Strasbourg, and when we left, since Strasbourg is on the border of France and Germany in a region called Alsace, we drove in France for about five minutes then we were in Germany! It was crazy because when I was looking out the window, one minute I could read all the signs, then the next thing you know, everything was all in German! We got to the hotel, ate dinner (man was that hard to order seeing as NOBODY spoke English or French!), had a little party thing where I met Cami and her two friends Emma and Azul. After that we all went to bed, nothing too exciting that night!

Day 3: Munich, Germany

I LOVE GERMANY! Everyone was so nice, and it was so different than France! Unfortunately, it was a Sunday so that meant everything was closed. We got to Munich around noon, and we all walked to the town hall, and it was super cool because since it was noon, the glockenspiel was going off. We went on a search for lunch, and we found a burger place, and then after that we went and got ice cream. We headed back to the meeting spot, and in the town square, there was a protest going on for the EU and for France to stay in the EU with Germany. For those of you who aren’t in to French politics, the elections are in just a couple days and if Le Pen (France’s Trump) wins the presidency, she wants to take France out of the EU. Seeing as Britain just left the EU, France and Germany are the only powers left, and if France leaves, Germany will be the only main power left and at that point, the EU would basically fall apart. So it’s a pretty big deal to Germany that France stays in the EU. We stayed and watched that for a bit, then we started our tour. We walked around a little bit, then got on the bus and went to Miami Beach, which was super cool. It was basically this river with a really strong current so people were surfing. Then we went to the BMW museum where we had free time. Me, Izzy, Kayli, Jack, Dhruvi, Beaven, and Luca were in a group and we just looked at all the cars and such, but Jack and I got separated about half way through, so we just walked around by ourselves until we found the rest of the group. After our free time was over, we got back on the bus and headed to our hotel deeper into Germany. We drove for about two hours and then once we got to the hotel, we went to eat dinner. We went back to the hotel, where I attempted to corn row Jack’s hair, and Luca, Sergio, Jeff, and Joao came into our room to talk. We finally went to bed around 11:45.

Day 4-5: Prague, Czech Republic

Our day started at 7 with breakfast, and then we hit the road to Czech. We ate lunch outside of Prague at McDonald’s, and got to the center of Prague around 1:30. We did our walking tour and looked at all the buildings and clocks. We got the Charles Bridge, where we had 30 minutes of free time so we got ice cream (in case you haven’t noticed, our plan was to get ice cream in every country). This ice cream was different than all the other places though, because they don’t serve ice cream in cones in Prague, they serve them in really big churros. We did a little bit more of a tour, then we went back to the hotel. We ate dinner around 6, then we went to a YMCA kind of thing where we bowled and played squash until 11. We had to run back to the hotel in the rain, so we were all exhausted from the bowling, squash, and running, so we all immediately went to bed. Our last day in Prague was so much fun! We started the day with a tour of the castle. It was so cold that morning that it made the tour miserable. We saw the changing of the guard, the cathedral, and the rest of old Prague. At the end we saw the John Lennon wall, and that was by far my favorite thing. We had free time after that (our typical group, Izzy, Kayli, Jack, and I gained a member, Sergio), and we all just walked around and looked around. On the way back, we got lost, and so we were late to the meeting point. After getting lectured a bit, we got on the bus and drove across Czech to the complete opposite side to Brno. We stayed in a really cool hotel and all the rooms looked like apartments. The six guys, Jack, Joao, Sergio, Joe, Jeff, and Luca had the biggest room and so after dinner we all went over there to hang out. We went back to our rooms around 11:30 and talked a little bit more with our new roommate, Rafheala.

Day 6: Vienna, Austria

Oh my gosh, Vienna was so pretty! There wasn’t a lot to do in Vienna, so we just walked around the stores, but we spent most of our free time in souvenir shops, where Izzy and I found really cute matching (kinda) hats! Our main goal was to find Birkenstocks, but to my usual luck, Jack and Kayli found some, but I didn’t. We got Starbucks, and then towards the end, we got some really good pizza. And it was super cheap, only three euros! Then we got some really good ice cream. Our tour started after that. W didn’t walk around at all, it was all on the bus. We drove to the “min Versailles”, and walk around and took pictures. Then we drove around some. W went to a little amusement park after, but everything was so expensive, so we only rode 2 rides. After we left, and drove about 45 minutes to a really cute little hotel! We ate dinner, ten we went to a common room and played a brain storming game. it was good for bonding, but other than that kinda boring. After Izzy and I jumped on a trampoline for a bit, but then we all went back tot he hotel room and went to sleep.

Day 7: Travel Day

The drive from Austria to Italy really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. We drove for about 10 hours, and when we stopped for lunch, we went to a place with an amazing view of the Alps and a river. It was so pretty. We listened to music, sang, talked, slept, and just chilled. When we finally got to Italy, we stopped in Jesolo, which is the town where most people stay when they’re going to Venice. We headed straight to the beach after we put everything in our rooms (Caroline joined us this time). We put our feet in the water, sang, played music, sand volleyball, and (inside joke) Hu tried to dig a hole back to Korea. Once we were done with the beach, we went back to the hotel, which was right across the street, and ate dinner. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much pasta, and who would’ve known that they serve pasta before every main course?? After dinner, we went on a walk, stopped at an arcade where Hu and Insu killed a fighting game, and then we went back to the beach for about 30 minutes. We went back to the hotel and washed off all the sand, then went to bed.

Day 8: Venice, Italy

The next moring w had breakfast at 7:30. Thenw e got on abus to take us to the boats for Venice! W got to Venice around 10 and then had 40 minutes for free time. Izzy and I bought masks, and other little things. Our tour was long and we walked around the entire time, because there aren’t any cars in Venice! Just walking, bikes, and gondolas! Although the tour was little boring, seeing everything was worth it! It was all so pretty! We saw a lot of Venice, so overall, it was worth it. After our tour, we had lunch, and 3.5 hours of free time. We ate pizza, got ice cream, and just walked around. Towards the end, the feeling became overwhelming, and we broke so we HAD to take a gondola ride! Sergio and Jack didn’t want to do it, so Izzy, Kayli, Dhruvi, Candela, and I all did it. We had a really great driver, Tommy, who was funny, and he even sang for us! He told us quite a bit, and come to find out, you can only be a gondola driver if you were born and raised in Venice! That was my favorite experience through all of Eurotour, even if it was only 30 minutes long. After the gondola ride, we went back to the meeting spot, and headed back to the boat to go back to Jesolo. When we got back to Jesolo, we met all the other exchange students, because there was another group that was a day behind us and we were all staying at the same hotel. We went to the beach, and did the same thing as the day before. After we went back to the hotel and ate dinner. We were all going to a club, so after dinner we all ran up to the room to get ready. Cami and another girl, Hannah from the other tour, were in our room getting ready with us. Around 10:30 we walked about 20 minutes to the club, and we stayed there until about 1am. It was a lot of fun! We walked home, and we all crashed.

Day 9: Milan, Italy

We headed for Milan the next morning, and it was like a four hour drive. WE got there and we had 2 hours fro free time. We ate pizza again, and I had planned on meeting my friend Natalie from back home who is on her exchange in Italy, but we ran out of time. We started our three hour tour, which was so boring. We walked around the outside of a fort, wen tot the cathedral, and to the seven pointed star, which is where all the really big name brands are. We had 30 minutes for free time after that and we got the best gelato. We headed back to the bus, and drove for maybe 30 minutes and then arrived to our hotel. We had dinner, then the Rotarian’s offered us time outside, but Jack wanted me to really corn row his hair, so that’s what I did. Kayli, Izzy, and Sergio were in and out, but in the end, Jack’s hair looked so freaking good. Luca saw it and he wanted me to do the same thing to his, so I did. His hair isn’t as long as Jack’s so it was a bit harder. After everyone left our room, we all went to bed.

Day 10: Chamonix, France

We woke up, had breakfast, and then headed for France. Chamonix was sooo pretty! It’s a little town surrounded by mountains on the border of Switzerland, Italy, and France. We had 2ish hours for lunch, so we looked for raclette, because man that stuff is amazing. Every exchange student in France says it’s their favorite meal. We looked for about 45 minutes, but we finally gave up because it was all so expensive. Izzy and I got sale and sucre crepes, but everyone else (Sergio, Caroline, Kayli, Jack, Cami, Emma, and Azul) got Subway. We headed back to the train station, and a train took up to the top of the mountain. We took some pictures, then took a ski lift car thing (sorry idk what it’s called) down to the mer de glace (a really big ice cave thing. )After that we took a train back down, took a group picture, then we went to our hotel. We had dinner, which included live music, and then we all talked outside for a bit, but Izzy and i fell asleep early. Apparently everyone else went back outside to hang out, but Izzy and I were out.

Day 11: Geneva, Switzerland

We left for Geneva around 9, and got there around 11. We took a tour of the United Nations Office of Switzerland, and that was super cool! I really enjoyed it. It was also really cool because there was a meeting in New York that day so all the offices were open and we got to see all the meeting rooms. This place was huge, even the ceilings were huge! The tour lasted about an hour, and then we went into the center of Geneva. We had more free time for lunch, but everything was pretty expensive so we ate at McDonald’s. We walked down to the river to see the fountain, and us girls (me, Kayli, and Izzy) got ice cream. Then we headed back to the bus to head to Dijon. The drive was about 3 hours, and so when we got to Dijon, we ate dinner right away. We were having a going away party since it was our last night together. It was honestly pretty boring, all they did was play music, but everyone was so tired. Plus it was all Brazilian music, don’t get me wrong, I love it, but when you don’t understand any of the music the entire night, it gets pretty annoying. We finished around midnight, and all headed to bed.

Day 12: Paris, France

Alright, so this is where it will get sappy.

Talk about the saddest day ever. I wasn’t even this sad when I left home. I don’t know if I’ve ever cried this much. We woke up at ^;30, left an hour later, stopped for lunch, Jack, Izzy, Dhruvi, and I talked about the end of the world/WW3/Trump/Nuclear War at lunch, and then once we arrived in Paris, that’s when the tears started. It was so incredibly hard to say goodbye to everyone. This is definitely the worst part of exchange. I miss them all so much, even now, I mean how could I not? They were the main part of the best days of my life. These kids, from all over the world, made this trip. Not the places, but the people and memories. I have friends from all over the world, and if I could visit every one of them, I would in a second. I miss them and love them so much and pray that one day I’ll be able to see some of them again. I’ll see Jack again, he lives in the same town as Izzy, hopefully I’ll see Beaven, and Cami, Emma, and Azul. The Americans aren’t as hard to see later on, but people like Luca and Marina from Mexico, and Sergio, Jeff, Joao, and everyone else from Brazil are where it gets tricky. Before I go too far, I’m going to stop and leave you all with, if you ever get the chance, GO ON EXCHANGE! STUDY ABROAD. It will change your life, and the people you meet will change you. Open yourselves up to the world, to other people, and other cultures. You won’t regret it, I know I never will.

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