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inspofromancientworld · 6 months ago

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Legendary Creatures: Simurgh

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A simurgh (سیمرغ, also spelled senmurv, simorgh, simorg, simurg, simoorg, simorq or simourv) is a Persian bird that is related to the phoenix that spans an area from Georgia, to Armenia, and the Byzantine Empire and other areas that were influenced by the Persian Empire.

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The word simurgh is related to the words meaning 'the bird of Saēna', a raptor, probably an eagle, falcon, or sparrowhawk as the Sanskrit śyenaḥ (श्येनः) meaning 'bird of prey'. Though it is also closely related to the phrase sī murğ (سی مرغ) that means 'thirty birds', which was used by Sufi poet Abū Ḥāmid bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhīm (c. 1145 – c. 1221; Persian: ابوحمید بن ابوبکر ابراهیم), better known by his pen-names Farīd ud-Dīn (فریدالدین) and ʿAṭṭār of Nishapur (عطار نیشاپوری) in his The Conference of the Birds as a word play.

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The simurgh is frequently depicted as a winged creature, large enough to carry an elephant or a whale, with the body of a peacock, head of a dog, and claws of lions. Sometimes, it has a human face. It is old enough that it 'had seen the destruction of the world three times over'. It also plunges itself into flames every 1,700 years, similar to phoenixes.

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They are benevolent, purifying land, bestowing fertility, mediating the union between the Earth and the sky by serving as a messenger. It lived in the Tree of Life in the middle of the world sea. When it flew away from the Tree of Life, the Tree shook so hard that it lost leaves, which became the seeds of every plant. It also expresses the divine mandate of kingship and priesthood.

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Abul-Qâsem Ferdowsi Tusi (940-ابوالقاسم فردوسی توسی 1019/1025), also Firdawsi or Ferdowsi (فردوسی) wrote the most famous story about the simurgh in his Shahnameh (Book of Kings). In it, a prince named Zal, son of Saam, was born albino, causing his father to cast him out, believing him to be demonic. A simurgh rescues him and raises him, teaching him wisdom as they have all knowledge. When Sal was old enough, he wanted to rejoing humanity and the simurgh and the simurgh gave him three feathers to call her should he need her help. He married a woman named Rudaba who had a difficult labor with their first child. The simurgh responded to his call for help and taught him to perform a cesarean section.

#simurgh #persian mythology #legendary creature

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queenofcats17 · 2 months ago

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So, my friend @sbpstudios has this thing he’s been doing with some of us that’s basically Changeling the Lost with the serial numbers filed off where our characters get kidnapped by a fae lord to amuse a child fae.

And my character is Edith Gray, a 19 year old girl from Victorian England who got turned into a porcelain prince because of a throwaway comment she made at a ball.

She was the princess of her family, able to get away with far more than her older sister did, and certainly a bit spoiled, but she was young enough that she could have changed.

Except, she got taken by the faerie lord and all progress ground to a halt as her only goals became trying to keep herself from being broken and trying to avoid the fae child she had been kidnapped to entertain.

I also drew one of "Prince Edric" in @zal-cryptid's style.

Due to the state of near-constant terror Edith lived in while at the Estate, I came to the conclusion that if she ended up in Toyland she would Toy Fugue incredibly quickly.

She's certain this is some trick the fae lord is playing on her and any moment now she'll find herself back in the Estate, back to running and hiding from that horrid child.

Her toy fugue state would be "Prince Edric". Although he does come off as a bit pompous and full of himself, he's deeply caring and wants to help everyone as best he can because "That is the duty of a prince to his subjects!"

He claims to belong to a girl named Claire (Edith's sister). He misses her dearly.

#Edith gray #my ocs #prince Edric #my art

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aikainkauna · 6 months ago

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The slashy tragedy of Ahmad

Another variant Thief of Bagdad headcanon, with illustrations.

Premise: Ahmad is gay (yes, this point has been made since 1940, but bear with me),

But he is also too dumb to realise he's gay, and thus strings poor Abu along...

What’s medieval Arabic for “bullshit?“ No, Abu... he’s set his sights on pussy. He thinks he can do it. And yet, he still has the fucking nerve to utter this line:

Abu’s face says it all. Bitch, now you’re just twisting the knife.

But Abu helps him anyway, because he loves him that much. Thus, we have Ahmad The Clueless bumbling his way into heterosexuality through Yassamin's garden, because that's what he's read princes and princesses do.

He’s seen this miniature of the badass legendary hero, Prince Zal, climbing up the passionate Princess Rudaba's harem walls to get laid (note the pink walls and everything)!

And then he recites poetry at her, because that's what you do.

Note that in the 1001 Nights, anything and everything is accomplished by reciting/quoting something beautiful and/or witty on the spot. This is not just a "chicks like romantic stuff, better throw some at her" thing. So to all the morons who scoff at this stuff now when they watch the movie? Tough. It's a *major* rule in all these stories, often forgotten in Western screen adaptations, because Westerners just don't randomly quote song lyrics all the time (which would be the closest equivalent--poems were the pop songs of the day, passed along in song format). So they don't get it/and or don't think it fits unless you’re going for a musical. But it's a big deal in the Near East, Persia in particular. (I'm told in Teheran, taxi drivers will quote Hafiz at you. Which is awesome). And this is actually pne of the major reasons why I really like ToB, because everybody *does* speak in poetry all the time, Ahmad especially!

Even at Jaffar’s pet lesbians. So this dialogue retains a major element of the original culture that makes up for the elements they *didn't* get right (ladies wearing turbans would have *actually* been considered drag in this era, BTW, but then again, I’m sure they are Halima’s pet lesbians). But anyway, Ahmad just does the standard cool thing to do, whenever you want to benefit from a situation. Hence, poetry.

Also, Yassamin?

Bitch is twenty-one. She's basically an old maid by medieval standards, when girls were married off as soon as they hit puberty, or even earlier. Thanks to her dad being what we scientifically call batshit fucking crazy, the poor girl has been locked up in a harem until she's hit her twenties (I actually imagine her to be 17 or so, but June was 21). So she's been there, sexually frustrated as *fuck,* for years and years, fantasising about djinn or mythical heroes like Zal and shit (because it's not like a flesh and blood guy could ever have a chance).

She’s been stuck there dreaming about Wild Ravishments (TM), and been hot and bothered thanks to whatever sexy sexy seductive magic our resident creepy stalker wizard has been throwing her way.

FINALLY her dark shadow lover has arrived!

So, of course she falls for the first guy that shows up. She doesn't know what the fuck, except

So. You know. He’s like

“What do I do now? Is this how you heterosexual? What does a modern, liberated 9th century Arab girl even want from a man? Poetry? Shall I try poetry?”

And she’s like

Two fools deluding themselves.

Which is a shame. Because they really are cute in their own, innocent fairytale way. And really pretty, too.

While Abu, who's the smartest of the bunch and who *does* know a vagina-incompatible guy when he sees one, sighs in exasperation...

Look, he is a pretty lad. It would *not* be the first time a guy's had a crush on him (also insert here an essay about how the love of a man for his beautiful youth was THE most common form of love in the aforementioned medieval Persian poetry)... so he's done all this shit for his beloved Ahmad, saved his life time and time again (NOT UNLIKE A CERTAIN WIZARD with his equally dim Pwinzezz) and the guy still doesn't get it.

No amount of pretty, shirtless, glistening and collared boys can help poor Abu's cause. Ahmad, buddy, you may have got your eyesight back, but you're still blind.

Jaffar, on the other hand, basically fucking brought Ahmad up from a baby. He *knows* what's up; knows it intimately. So it's honestly no surprise that he looks so fucking satisfied (and disturbingly horny) when he sees Ahmad in the marketplace. His plan of turning Ahmad into a sex object for other guys is complete, and he looks like he's even tempted to sample summa that.

Just for a test drive, you know. He is an engineer after all.

But no. Even if he arranges Ahmad out of the way and keeps on creeping on Ze Pwinzezz, proving his love over

and

over...

Nothing comes out of it.

"Goddammit, bitch! At least *I* am into pussy! I am the LONE bisexual penis-owner in this sea of gays!"

But all to no avail: in the classic tragedy of the guy who's everything Yassamin's dreamed of (cultured... sensitive... an eye for rakish beggar fashions that are *so* chic for 816 CE...) turning out to be a closet case, she hurtles on towards a lifetime of sexual dissatisfaction.

(A medieval Muslim princess glomping a guy she’s not married to, in public?! See what a raunchy little wench we lost here? O, the potential!)

When the guy who's quite clearly a fucking expert at hot hard kinky wizard sex, the guy who can control the elements and who builds fucking sex toys in his basement, the only one who could’ve truly helped that Babylonian harlot within her to flourish, hurtles towards the Tigris with an arrow in his skull.

Just fucking wait until he gets back onto Tumblr and writes a seething post on how this is a classic oppression case. #panthersexualerasure #anti-persian sentiment #MUGGLES!

And so it comes to pass that Ahmad, the guy who's confessed he has had 365 wives and doesn't know how to love them, enters into marriage with wife no. 366.

Note that she’s wearing part drag with that turban again, so I reckon she’s starting to realise what’s up. And I suppose the nosebag helps collect all her tears of DEEP REGRET AT NOT HAVING CHOSEN THE HOT SEX WIZARD INSTEAD.

Abu, however, knows what up, and makes his exit from this charade along. A. Fucking. Rainbow.

Have fun discovering the truth about yourselves in, oh, maybe the next 20 years of sexual frustration, guys!

#conrad veidt #thief of bagdad #i found this in my drafts #what the fuck #it's ancient #i'm not here but let's see if it works

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insanityclause · 1 year ago

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Deadline’s Contenders Television, the event where stars and showrunners talk up their shows ahead of Emmy voting, has unveiled its lineup.

The event kicks off on Saturday April 13 and runs through Sunday April 14 at the Directors Guild of America in LA. There will also be a virtual livestream of the event. Full details of the event and an RSVP link can be found here.

It will give you a sense of the hits of the last twelve months, as well as some shows that you’re about to be talking about, as the networks, studios and streamers vie for some awards love.

Stars attending include Tom Hiddleston, Nicole Kidman, Brie Larson, Kristen Wiig, Rebecca Ferguson, Lily Gladstone, David Oyelowo, Common, Jimmy Fallon, Giancarlo Esposito, Joey King, Andrea Riseborough, Sebastian Maniscalco, Bill Pullman, Kiefer Sutherland, Logan Lerman, Kelsey Grammer, Matt Bomer, Jonathan Bailey, Allison Williams, Maya Erskine, Nathan Fielder, Skeet Ulrich, Jeff Probst, Omar J. Dorsey, Harriet Dyer, Patrick Brammall, Sophia Di Martino, Sarayu Blue, Ji-young Yoo and Taylor Zakhar Perez.

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There will also be numerous top showrunners and exec producers including Chuck Lorre, David Benioff, D.B. Weiss, Alexander Woo, Benny Safdie, Graham Yost, Gary Goetzman, Lee Eisenberg, Abe Sylvia, Brit Marling, Zal Batmanglij, Gina Prince-Bythewood, Francesca Sloane, Lulu Wang, Sarah Schechter and Nicholas Stoller.

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Both Tom and Sophia will be there.

#tom hiddleston #loki #sophia di martino #deadline: the contenders

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holyfurnace · 8 months ago

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About - Zalgaras

Name: Zalgaras

Nickname: Zal

Age: 21

Species: Goetia Demon, Violet-backed starling

Description: 8'10", bright purple feathers, solid blue eyes, silvery beak and hand/foot talons, some small scars around his body, long tail feathers, slight limp in his left leg

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Verse: Zalgaras - Main

After being found and cared for by Nancy during his time in the fields of Wrath, Zal realized that he didn't want to continue life as just another spare son of Paimon's. When a small search party that had been put together made their way through the ring to search for him, he hid himself away until they decided that he must have died. He grew up on the farm since then, the imp woman who'd saved him happily including him in her family, and the only things he kept from his old life were his name and a simple notice-me-not spell, best for use in crowds.

Verse: Zalgaras - Back in the fold

While he managed to hide from the first group searching for him, Zal was eventually discovered and forced back into his spot in the royal life as one of King Paimon's sons. The family who'd been caring for him were imprisoned and their farm destroyed, the official reason for it being their 'kidnapping' of a Goetia prince- the only reason they're even still alive is to keep Zal under control. He has two guards assigned to him at all times now, to keep an eye on him and make sure that he doesn't try to free his chosen family and escape with them again.

Verse: Zalgaras - Stayed in line

Zalgaras's tour around Wrath was postponed for a day, leading no attack on his limo when it did happen. This resulted in him not being found by Nancy, making it safely back to the cliffside mansion that had been his home for the past week, and continuing his lessons to become a proper Goetiac Prince and Steward to the Wrath ring. These days, he is absolutely completely 100% loyal to the Ars Goetia and Satan, and does his very best to make sure that nobody ever thinks otherwise.

Verse designs below

Main

Back in the fold

Stayed in line

#ooc #about #zalgaras

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ryderdire · 1 year ago

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Fuck it you all are here and I’m anxious over somthing stupid //lh and unrelated to the following post/gen

Zal would wear a dress . V this mother fucker does not care enough about gender roles to not wear one. Their a bit more on the masc area of presentation I GUESS but that outfit is just convenient.

That being said I’m torn on the exact style when I desgined my other Dnd characters formal Look it was pretty simple to pick a Theme. occen.

But for zal they don’t really have am over arching ahstetic????

Generally for the style I’m not to strict. Particularly because most of what I know has been absorbed through friends info dumps and random internet video essays about corsets and mostly because this is a fantasy world why would I follow real world fashion rules fuck that.

Anyways when I’m doing character outfits especially dresses and formal where I pick a theme for them, hell that’s how I picked my prom outfit (the theme was stary night prince if your curious)

For Tsunami it was occen.

I’m thinking for Zal I’d probably go with storms? They’ve got Ray of frost and this connection with the wind goddess in our campaign (note the gods here are complicated and we don’t know a lot of things about them we’ve talked with 3/? Of them as of right now but their not the traditional DND gods but those gods might have been a thing here at one point)

Anyways but that association is not set in stone yet. Aside I guess from their arm which has a bit of a lighting thing if you squint and tilt your head . But also a storm based outfit would go SO HARD.

They are a storm I think, like symbolically. Somthing about that Fear and Greif the emotional turmoil their always just about to burst these clouds on the horizon signalling a dreaded storm. Every neg experience is repressed but lately it’s all been bursting out at once (THANKS EO) a storm in a bottle….

Anyways.

#midnight rambles #dnd oc:zal #I uh- I was off my meds when I made this post…#waterworld dnd campaign

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zalrb · 6 months ago

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Hi zal

1. Where did you watch the substance

2. Sorry if I am asking a repeat question, but why don’t you talk about books much(the ones you read not the ones you write(I think you already explained that one))

Oh, I watched it on watchseries, the quality was terrible.

I can talk about books, it's just there never really seems to be much crossover with what I'm reading or have read and what anons read especially because I read a lot of Canadian lit just based on my job and I haven't been reading much fantasy or YA lately. So, like, I can talk about And Then She Fell by Alicia Elliott or Daughter by Claudia Dey or How To Say Babylon by Safiya Sinclair, I just don't know if anyone will know what I'm talking about.

When I was reading a bunch of romance novels, fluff and spice, and some YA, there was more conversation on books just because that was more in line with what people were reading so like there were back and forths about The Cruel Prince, we spoke a bit about Icebreaker and whatever book Ali Hazelwood wrote etc.

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keynewssuriname · 10 months ago

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Nieuwe single Lord Fenda met krachtige boodschap

De nieuwe song van de Dancehall/Reggae HipHop artiest en produceer Lord Fenda steekt de jongeren een hart onder de riem met zijn nieuwe song ‘Gebruik Ju Verstang’. Zijn doel is om deze groep van de samenleving te waarschuwen om verstandiger te handelen en zichzelf niet in de problemen te brengen. ‘Gebruik Ju Verstang’, is een aanstekelijk Dancehall nummer dat is opgenomen op de nieuwe Riddim (GOLDEN KEYS RIDDIM) van de artiest Jah Levi. De videoclip zal binnenkort beschikbaar zijn op YouTube en te streamen. De komiek Glenn Huisden levert ook een bijdrage aan het nummer. Hij is te horen in zowel de intro als de outro van de song. Dit is de tweede samenwerking met de komiek. De eerste was in het lied ‘Big up deng dames’ van Lord Fenda, Jah Prince en Jah Lighting. Clyde Jacques Pique, zoals Lord Fenda officieel heet, woont sinds 2006 in Nederland. Hij is momenteel in zijn geboorteland om zijn nieuwe song te promoten. In Suriname was Fenda ook bekend als danser. Hij danste voor de bekende dansgroepen Southside en High Society van de jaren eind 90 en begin 2000 tot 2001. “Ik was altijd al bezig met muziek dus begon ik rond 2002 serieus met muziek maken en in 2004 had ik de bekende dancehall- en rapgroep Lyrics Pentagon opgericht. De artiest en producer gaat een eigen Reggae Riddim uitbrengen met verschillende artiesten, zoals Kadensie, Bottyman, Bincy, Faya Gan, Jah Prince, Wiseman Gad, Moesfaya, I- shanit, Meepa, B Micey, Donie Blaai, Jah Levi en Sister Silly. Een paar jaar geleden richtte hij zijn eigen label "2HOTT MUSIC" op, waarop hij een aantal mooie Reggae & Afro beat Riddims heeft uitgebracht en geproduceerd. Read the full article

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voetbalshirtskopen · 11 months ago

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Mbappé speelt zijn laatste wedstrijd voor PSG

Mbappe plaatste een video waarin hij verklaarde dat hij zijn contract bij Parijs niet zal verlengen en dat de wedstrijd van dit weekend zijn thuisafscheidswedstrijd in Parijs zal zijn. De media geloofden allemaal dat het missen van de Champions League-finale Mbappé, die de goedkope voetbaltenues droeg, ontmoedigd maakte. Transferexperts zeiden dat het nieuws dat Mbappe zich bij Real Madrid voegt binnenkort bekend zal worden gemaakt. Momenteel heeft Mbappé een huis gevonden in Madrid.

In de video zei Mbappé: Ik wil tegen iedereen hier zeggen: ik heb altijd gezegd dat ik het jullie zal vertellen als de tijd daar is, dus ik wil het jullie hier aankondigen. Dit is mijn laatste jaar in Parijs, ik ga mijn contract niet verlengen en mijn verblijf in Parijs is over een paar weken voorbij. Ik speel komend weekend mijn laatste wedstrijd voor Parijs in het Parc des Princes. Ik heb hier de afgelopen jaren veel kansen gehad en het is een grote eer om voor de grootste Franse club ter wereld te spelen. Het is een genot om het voetbaltenues Paris Saint-Germain te dragen, spelend voor een van de beste clubs ter wereld. Nadat Mbappé zijn vertrek uit Parijs had aangekondigd, stuurde de burgemeester van Parijs, Hidalgo, hem zijn zegen: "Bedankt voor het winnen van deze kampioenschappen, ik applaudisseer voor het buitengewone talent dat je hebt getoond en bedankt voor je grote inzet. Ik wens je veel succes in de toekomst Op een dag in Parijs Man, Parijse voor het leven - dit zal altijd je thuis zijn. Ligue 1-functionarissen namen ook afscheid van Mbappé op sociale media: "Bedankt, Kylian Mbappé. "

#voetbaltenues Paris Saint-Germain

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mysuitcaseoflife · 1 year ago

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Nieuwjaarsbrief aan mezelf, m'n jongere zelf

Aan dat kleine meisje met blozende bolle kaken, en zoals elk kind gelukkig en zorgeloos haar eerste levensjaren mag beleven, dansend op Prince en Madonna, aan de volumeknoppen van de stereoinstallatie stond te prutsen… elke dag hoopte dat het ‘vacance’ was, want tekenen was veel leuker dan naar school gaan. Dat je al op je 2,5 jaar dat abnormaal dikke buikje zal moeten laten opensnijden omdat er iets zit dat je ziek kan maken, is nog maar een voorbode. Dat lelijk litteken zal je er helaas moeten bijnemen, want in die tijd was de esthetische kant van opensnijden en terug dichtdoen nog niet zo belangrijk …zolang alles maar terug goed dichtgestropt zat!Ik wou dat ik dat kleine meisje van toen kon beschermen. Beschermen voor wat er zou komen in die grote mooie wereld, maar ook soms boze wereld daarbuiten. Want ik zou alvast moeten toegeven dat het een gigantische rollercoaster zal worden, alhoewel dat je nooit fan zal zijn van de effectieve rollercoaster attracties en pretparken (schijtluisje dat je bent)

Vanuit die onschuldigheid moet je richting puberteit gaan, en dat zal alvast de eerste grote uitdaging van je leven worden. Ook al besef je die impact pas jaren later. Die oneindig lange weg om jezelf te ontdekken… zal heel veel emotionele bagage met zich meebrengen, en die zal je net als al die jaren aan veel te zware boekentassen moeten meesleuren, en nooit echt volledig kunnen achterlaten.

Want hoe ouder je zal worden, hoe meer je zal beseffen hoe je zijn en denken onder invloed staat van de maatschappij, van mensen in je omgeving, door het leven zoals het is. En je zal gigantisch veel lachen. Maar ook gigantisch veel tranen laten.

Je zal gaan studeren en op kot gaan en de wereld ontdekken. Je zal denken dat je alles weet. Maar geloof mij je weet nog geen fluit. Je zal zweven en dromen en vliegen, maar soms ook met je kop tegen de muur knallen. En helaas ook tegen de grond gaan.. letterlijk en figuurlijk... (kon ik je maar waarschuwen voor die ene bewuste val die je te wachten staat…haast en spoed helaas… enfin)

Je zal veel te veel tijd verspillen aan jezelf onzeker voelen. In niet in jezelf geloven. In je zorgen maken over wat anderen van je denken. Je zal je een groot deel van je leven afvragen of jij wel normaal bent, En waarom je zo veel gaat investeren in mensen,maar pijnlijk genoeg de weegschaal nooit in evenwicht zal zijn…

Kon ik je maar zeggen, durf te leven! Want dat zal je later heel erg vaak nablijven wanneer je plots met je voeten in de jungle van het volwassen leven staat, en je verwacht zal worden om asap mee te draaien in een harde maatschappij ,waar bijna alles afhangt van geld en macht, je zal je smijten in je job, waar je zal verdrinken in onmogelijke verwachtingen. En net dat zal je typeren. Alles geven. Jezelf nooit op de eerste plaats zetten…. zal helaas de rode draad van je leven worden. Ik moet je helaas ook waarschuwen dat je teveel energie zal verliezen aan mensen die je zullen verdriet doen. Want het is niet omdat jij zo denkt en handelt dat iemand anders ook zo denkt en handelt. Dat heel veel mensen op de trein des levens zullen opstappen, eventjes meerijden maar heel veel zullen ook weer afstappen. En dat zal altijd voor jou moeilijk blijven. Je zal tot groot verdriet heel veel mensen zien komen en gaan en je zal daar altijd vragen bij blijven hebben.

Ik wou dat ik op voorhand had kunnen zeggen dat je heel veel pijn en intens verdriet zal hebben en dat je hart veel te veel gebroken zal worden. Want je hebt gigantisch veel liefde en affectie te geef. Maar men zal er misbruik van maken. En je zal jezelf eindeloos schuldig voelen. Niet goed genoeg. En het zal je meermaals compleet breken. En het zal je pas echt doordringen, midden je dertiger jaren, dat het niet jouw fout is.

Maar de tol die je zal betalen, voor het jarenlange onderdrukken van bepaalde emoties, zal pijnlijk zwaar zijn.Het verdict dat je op je bord zal krijgen, zal heel veel kracht en moed vragen. In eerste instantie zal het de vechter in je boven halen. Je zal er alles aan willen doen om dit niet je leven te laten bepalen.En het zal je positieve ervaringen brengen.Maar je zal ook aan jezelf moeten toegeven dat het op termijn echt niet evident is. Er zullen veel complicaties volgen, onverwachte zaken die je gaan overvallen, die je gaan doen wankelen ( letterlijk en figuurlijk) . Je zal voor moeilijke keuzes komen te staan. Keuzes waar niemand zich kan op voorbereiden.

Het zal elk deel van je leven beïnvloeden, van het kleinste tot het grootste.Je zal het gevoel hebben dat je je eindeloos moeten verantwoorden. Je zal heel wat vooroordelen moeten slikken. Onbegrip, oogkleppen, frustraties, verdriet en eenzaamheid.Je zal je afvragen of het dit allemaal wel nog waard is. De zoektocht naar manieren om je leven terug zinvol te maken is niet evident. Je zal gigantisch veel moeten opgeven. Dingen die voor anderen zo evident zijn, maar voor jou onmogelijk.Het zal je frustreren dat de mens soms geen besef heeft van hoeveel geluk hij heeft, of bepaalde zaken uitermate vanzelfsprekend gaat vinden. Humor zal je overlevingsmechanisme worden.De levensgenieter in je is gelukkig eentje met zeer sterke wilskracht. En zal hoe moeilijk ook, blijven volhouden. Ook al kost het je gigantisch veel moed en energie.

En daar mag je best wat meer trots op zijn. Want je zal het maar doen.

Nieuwjaarsbrief aan mezelf vandaag.

38 staat op de teller. Je hebt veel weggelachen. Veel getolereerd. Te veel.

Onlangs vroeg er iemand die je al lang niet meer had gezien, wat je ondertussen allemaal had gedaan? Een doodnormale vraag. Maar je kon er niet op antwoorden.

Wat had je gedaan in die 1,5 jaar tijd?

Gevochten. Voor de liefde. Helaas. Zware veldslagen.

Gevochten. Voor je gezondheid. Helaas nieuwe obstakels die zich kwamen aanmelden, bovenop een pakket dat voor een gemiddeld persoon al best intens is. Gevochten om financiëel niet te verdrinken. Gevochten en nog steeds, samen met en voor iemand dierbaar die ook haar strijd moet vechten.

Gevochten met jezelf en je weg kwijt geraakt. Het overschaduwde helaas ook wel de goeie momenten. Je hebt de reis van je leven gedaan. 14 dagen met een camper door Italie. Wat je noooit had gedacht nog te kunnen doen. Hoe ongelofelijk je hebt genoten, prachtige dingen hebt gezien, beleefd, gevoeld. Wetende wat een gigantisch positief effect dit op de kuren van Mister P had, is absurd. Maar je hebt er uiteindelijk wel een zware prijs moeten voor betalen.

Hoe moet je daar dan op terugkijken? Je kan er geen antwoord op vinden. Nog steeds niet.

Het is misschien ergens een mix van dankbaarheid en vergeving, op een bepaalde manier. Wat het zeker niet aanvaardbaar maakt. Nooit. Maar een plaats geven om jezelf op die manier te bevrijden?Het is een lang proces. Bovemop het besef van een heleboel andere onverwerkte trauma's. Beter laat dan nooit zeker? Zoals je je altijd vroeger troostte met de gedachte.’ Het kan altijd slechter.

Men zegt wel eens, chronisch ziek zijn is een rouwproces. Dat is het zeker.Je hebt momenteel het gevoel dat je niks meer zinvol betekent en kan bereiken. Je moet op zoek naar nieuwe uitdagingen die je leven terug zinvol maken. En het valt je moeilijk.Er wachten je helaas nog wel een aantal uitdagingen, dat is onvermijdelijk. Hopelijk komt er terug wat meer vreugde op je pad, zodat je opnieuw kan en mag vertrouwen.Dat je terug kan ademen. Terug gaan leven. En hopelijk je ook nog liefde mag vinden.

Je hebt het gevoel te verdrinken In een bad van eenzaamheid en dingen moeten loslaten.Waarom vasthouden aan dingen die gigantisch wegen en niet (meer) helpen dragen?Het lijkt wel alsof je helemaal moet opnieuw beginnen. Jarenlange balast eindelijk moet begraven. Het verleden mooi in de onderste schuif steken. om zo een andere , lege schuif open te trekken… geloof erin, geloof in jezelf!

Live. Love. Laugh.

Ps: vergeet niet om ook wat meer lief te zijn voor jezelf. Uiteindelijk start alles bij jezelf.

X ikke

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ultramagicalternate · 2 years ago

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ULTRAMagic Alternate Character Encyclopedia

Here's the Encyclopedia of Characters in UMAE. Click a link and you will be taken to a relevant post about a character. You can read further posts from that point onwards. Unnamed characters will be italicized.

All of these are in order of appearance and there are minor spoilers throughout this encyclopedia.

Alphabetical Encyclopedia

ULTRAMagic Prelude:

Blood-Wraith Raynot

Dragoslava Raynot

Desislav Robles

Stolon O'Corvidae

The Seer?

Leif/Tyrant (The Dragon of Old)

Kresimira Raynot

Valentina Pari

Proteus (The Ocean of Old)

The Forest of Old

Auda Willfort

Eleanor Albronda

Chief Sigmund Willfort

Tusk Willfort

The Lich of Old

Vlastimir Bartholomew Dracul

Corentin Marin Schindewolf

The War Machine of Old

Gustav Dahlberg

Sir Odo, Knight of the Unlight

Donia Albronda

Aureolus Schindewolf

Achasiah

The Ferro of Old (Metal Oasis)

Deimos (The Mage of Old)

Duke Radovan Raynot

King Englehart Schindewolf

Barna Schindewolf

The Beast of Old

The Evangelist of Old

The Crimson Abyss

Darkness

The Screaming God

The Great Unspeaker

Vexation

Ekaterina Moore

ULTRAMagic Interlude:

Brenna Thompson

Herman Lydon

Cordelia Willfort

Skari Willfort

ULTRAMagic Ultimatum

Duchess Rose Raynot

Thora Willfort

Captain Dusan

Dunja Schindewolf

Octavius Lennox

Caius Aakster

Captain General Theobold Bloodworth

Regnault Bloodworth

General Drazhan Thornefield

Ivar Thompson

Sven Thompson

Rowena Hayes

Olga Crowe

Mariya Radovich

Andelin Sylvia Lillemor Lindbek (Andelin the Doom)

ULTRAMagic Interlude: Shadowland

Gabriella Pari (Update pending)

Weaver Craddock

Claudius Alfieri

Allan Erkstrom/Albrecht Schindewolf

Prince Folkvar Haugen

Gummi Proch

The Rumbling Beast

Torunn Craddock (Torunn the Mountain)

Timothy Finnegan

Gratiana Arlotti (Gratiana the Glory)

King Sten Haugen

Logan Bonneville

Bjorn Henningsen

Brynhild Henningsen

Delphine, Discordant God of Desire

Saul Bonneville

Milosh Proch

Sir Wolfgang Bramson

Red-hooded mage

Blue-hooded mage

Green-hooded mage

Spiritus Magni Maxima

Dragutin

Queen Yngvild Haugen

Severin Wheeler

Fyodor Aleksandrov

The Fear of Old

Boris Lazarov

Amon

Lucifuge Rofocale

Xavier Dufort

Sullivan Aves

Forlas O'Corvidae

Stoltur O'Corvidae

Stolas O'Corvidae

Cynassa

Zasiel Tah

ULTRAMagic Interlude Bonus Chapters

Howard Bowen

Vilho Rinne

Zoltan Tenebrae Raphael Dracul

Morana Dracul

The God of the Abyss

Spiritus Magni Drusa

Tiberius Philipus Skull (ULTRAMagic Scholar)

Barry Esko Boyle (ULTRAMagic Hunter)

Cronus (ULTRAMagic Reaper)

Mal (The Malformed of Old)

The Hunger of Old

Alexia Lavoie (ULTRAMagic Vanguard)

Sir Erling Vang

Susanne O'Corvidae

ULTRAMagic Chaos

Chief Magnus Scully

Mainchín "Razor" Scully

Mizuki Kitagawa

Mayhem Highland

General Karnage

Hank Lyon

Ealdhelm the Destroyer

Waltheof the Shield

Cyneberht the Cunning

Osbeorn the Tempest

Beorhtric the Stalwart

Sir Gebhard Vestegaard

Audawakrs Kappel (Arrogant Mage)

The Madman of Old

The Automaton of Old

Wynstan the Storm

Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe

General Raisa Frankenstein

Adelheid, Discordant God of Blood

Ulrich Sagan, Discordant God of Gravity

Quasar Sagan

Dr. Alfred Schwartz

Master Aeron

Helga Gertrude Arlotti

Magus Percival Clair Dan Beaumont

Kleitos, Discordant God of Knowledge

Sanguine Odovacar Berahthram Zuiderduin (Karnage's Servant)

Apothecary Gaius

Archibald Wallins

Scotty McNeil

Agatha Allan

Murdoch Allan

Calvin Allan

Unnamed Recruit x2

Driskoll, Discordant God of Death

Death Riders

Void Orcs

Hannibal Skull Thrasher

Brunehilde Skull Thrasher

High Warlord Reinhardt

Wulfric, Discordant God of War

General Anara

Rahela, Discordant God of Rubber

Lucanus, God of Law

Lia Ascher

Leonard, Discordant God of Lightning

The Shadow God

Eternal Church Cultists x2

Mayor Rubenn Wattssonn

ULTRAMagic Interval

Serjiel

Zal-Rint

William Ford II

Kyu #9

Samantha Devilfay

Antonio Pari

Buster Ash

Olivia Briggs

Antares Briggs

Faustus Ashman

Trevor MacQuoid

Nathaniel Fernsby

Adelaide Sallow

Umuka

Bethany Briggs

Valentin "Perkele" Haganno Karpinnen

Lt. Adrien Irons

Dr. Reynard Woodall

Hannah

Howards

Meyers

Jackson Woodall

Mary Pickford

Trumna Wintergate

Bran Lommel

Sirius Fractal

Morrigan Devilfay?

Jurgen Willems

M.A.I.G. Security personnel

Corporal Satsuki Gravesun

Camden Bloodthresher (Boy)

Officer Greens

Sebastian Rainer Friedrich III (Despot)

Aelia Albus

Milan Proch

Ignatius "Infinity" Daren Ford

Charles Blackwell Ford

The Xanthous King

Orion

Headmaster Vulcan

Ms. Abigail Dreessen

Dr. Gerrit Arntz

The Earl of Shadows

ACF-040: Anderson Construct

Unknown Entity

Anne Vozenilek

Corporal Robert Collins

Colonel Marcus Trelawney

Sylvia's Raven

Major Buck Rogers

Dire Fairy Yale

Major Elias Bradshaw

Colonel Samuel Rockwell Aalders

Ensio the Crow

Famine, The Black Horseman

ULTRAMagic Eon 1

Yoshihiro Togashi

Johnathan Hawkins

Brandr Windward

Eloise Ter Avest

Guinevere Ter Avest

Valerie Ter Avest

Ludwig Leichenberg

Rostislav Dracul

#chaotictempleknight #ultramagic alternate

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queenofcats17 · 10 days ago

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I wanted to write a backstory for Edith/Edric specifically in @zal-cryptid's Misfits.

Warning, this does involve some mentions of abuse against staff and general bratty and irresponsible behavior.

As for the time Edith was taken, I think it was about 1890.

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In many ways, Edith Gray hadn't been terribly different from any other woman of her time and station.

However, in many other ways, she had been uniquely miserable.

On the surface, her life had seemed perfect. She'd certainly thought very highly of herself, her ego bolstered by her parents' consistent spoiling of her. She was the princess of her family, able to get away with far more than her elder sister could. Claire was the heir, meant to social climb, the prize to be won in some lucky deal. She was the representation of the family, all eyes on her. Edith was the pampered spare, with none of the expectations placed upon her sister. Her life consisted of parties, pretty dresses, lavish vacations, and fine food.

However, that perfection was only surface level. In a way, Edith was almost neglected. Their parents' attention was often focused on Claire and what they could do with her. What balls Claire should attend to attract the attention of which eligible bachelor, what dresses she should wear, whether she was keeping up with her lessons, how she was doing in those lessons. Their parents bought Edith's love with presents and pretty things, never saying no to her, but it didn't make up for the lack of care. They were always busy. Always doing something. Things that didn’t involve her. Parties with their friends, meetings at clubs, sporting events. Edith acted out and it was swept under the rug, never met with more than a smile and a shake of the head. She yelled at and struck staff, vandalized her sister’s dresses, and got caught shoplifting. Every time, her parents just brushed it all off, told her not to do it again, and everything moved on. She wanted them to look at her. To see her. To really see her. She was spoiled, yes, but she wasn't seen.

Not even when she courted man after man, never carrying on for too long before she cut it off, declaring them not good enough. If Claire had seen half the men Edith had, she would have been punished severely. But Edith was only lightly scolded, sending her back to heartbreaking in the hopes that she could find someone who would make her feel seen. She longed for a man like the princes in her fairytales. Someone who would see her for who she was. Who would treat her like royalty. But no man could truly live up to that image. No one could fill the gaping hole in her chest that called out for love and admiration, which only made her lash out more and more against everyone around her.

It wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Why wouldn't anyone see her?

Why wouldn't anyone love her the way she needed?

And then the fateful ball had happened and she'd made that damnable comment.

“I just want a man like a prince in a fairytale. I daresay if I were a man I’d be far better than the lot of them.”

She hadn't been thinking. It had just been a dumb joke between friends, fueled by her own exasperation.

But it had taken on a new meaning the second Claire’s engagement had been announced. Edith had known Claire had been seeing someone. It had been arranged by their parents, of course, but the two of them had really hit it off. Claire had been smitten, which had only made Edith lash out even more against her sister. And now Claire was getting married to that man. A man she genuinely adored. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. Why did Claire get to be happy? Why did Claire get to find the perfect man? Claire already had everything already! She was the heir. She had their parents’ attention. She was the perfect picture of a lady that everyone always compared Edith to. It just wasn’t fair!

Edith had stormed out of the ball as soon as the engagement had been announced and she'd seen the look on Claire's face. That look of joy and contentment as she’d hung off her future husband’s arm. She’d screamed, thrown her champagne flute on the ground, and stormed out. It wasn't fair, Edith kept thinking to herself.

She ended up in the garden, sobbing her eyes out when he approached her.

"Edith Gray," he intoned in a voice like stones dragging across each other.

Almost immediately, she stopped crying, gripped by a cold, visceral terror at the sound of his voice. Slowly, she'd lifted her gaze to behold... him.

"I must admit, I had struggled to find the proper punishment for you," Krampus said, looming before her like a monument. "But your comment tonight has given me some... direction."

"Direction?" Edith squeaked.

"You've been a rather irresponsible monarch, Miss Gray," he continued. "It is time now to pay the price."

Edith began to ask what he meant, only to be cut off as she was surrounded by a strange light emanating from Krampus's palm. Suddenly, the world around her began to grow larger as she herself grew smaller. Her skin began to harden. Her fine ballgown began to shift and change.

"What are you-?" She began, but stopped when she heard her voice. That wasn't her voice.

Why wasn't that her voice?!

"Let's see how well you can fulfill your promise, your highness."

The next thing she knew, she was waking up in the snow in a place she didn't recognize. Her mind was spinning. Her heart was pounding. Or it would have been if she'd still had a heart. Her breaths came quick and fast and she couldn't cry anymore why couldn't she cry?!

"Sir? Are you alright?" She heard a distant voice ask, but she couldn't focus.

"I want to go home. I need to go home!" She whimpered.

"Ah, he's new." She heard another say.

No, not he!

She was a lady!

She was still a lady!

She looked around and almost screamed at what she saw. Toys. There were toys everywhere! Walking, talking toys!

"Stay away!" She shrieked, stumbling back in the snow. As she did, she caught sight of her body.

A princely outfit, floppy limbs. She raised her hands in front of her face. Porcelain. They were...

She screamed.

"Calm down!" A doll to her right told her. "You're going to fugue!"

She didn't listen. She kept screaming, feeling all around herself. Her head was porcelain too, all the way down to her collarbone, as were her hands all the way up to the elbows.

This was wrong.

This was all wrong.

Her thoughts were growing fuzzy.

She needed to… to get…. To get home….

She… needed to…

This was… Wrong…

This was...

This…was...

This….

.........

Where was he?

"Sir?" There was a soft voice to his right and a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

He turned and smiled. "A bit frazzled, but yes! I'm quite alright!" His head did hurt a bit, but that was a small problem. He had to put on a brave face for his subjects.

The person with a hand on his shoulder was a teddy bear dressed in a nurse's uniform. She had a kind gaze, he thought.

"He's completely fugued, hasn't he?" Another doll entered his field of vision. She was porcelain, like him, but with a large crack in her face.

“Seems so…” The teddy bear said. She sounded sad.

"I assure you, I'm quite alright!" He tried to insist. "I apologize for any concern I might have caused."

He didn't know what fuguing was, nor why he appeared to be in an asylum, but he felt perfectly fine. And he didn’t want to worry these lovely ladies.

"What's your name, love?" The teddy bear asked.

"Prince Edric!" He proclaimed proudly. "Although, I don't appear to have a kingdom at present, so Edric will do.”

"He seems coherent enough," the porcelain doll said. "Do you think the doctor will release him?"

“We’ll have to see,” the teddy bear replied.

The doctor was skeptical about releasing him. Although they hadn’t explicitly said so, Edric got the idea that the staff thought he would… infect the other toys with something. The wariness in their eyes hurt quite a bit, although he tried not to take it to heart. They were just looking out for the other inhabitants of Toyland, he reminded himself. Their disposition improved greatly when Edric offered to help out around the asylum, as he didn’t particularly want to just sit around doing nothing. He was put under the supervision of the nurses, who immediately put him to work. They didn’t exactly trust him to help with patients, which he supposed made sense, so most of what he did was cleaning or helping to prep meals. Neither came easily to him, but he was willing to learn. He still wasn’t allowed out of the asylum, but at least he had some better clothes and something to do.

He…enjoyed his existence. It was… nice. Every time he was told he’d done a good job or praised for his effort, it made him feel as though he was feeling the sun for the first time. Not that he remembered what the sun looked like. Still, it felt good to be helpful, to be told he was a “fine young man” and that he was doing a good job.

Eventually, although he didn’t know exactly how much later, he was allowed to leave the asylum, along with a number of other patients. Edric was more than a little excited to be able to experience the world outside the asylum.

And it was upon leaving the asylum that he discovered King Moonracer.

Edric adored Moonracer.

As far as he was concerned, the plush lion was the coolest toy he had ever had the pleasure of coming across. And Moonracer was such a good leader! Maybe if Edric worked hard enough he'd be able to be such a good leader too! He'd wanted to try and join the toy soldier guard, but it had been deemed a bad idea due to how fragile he was. Not to mention, he wasn’t a toy soldier. So, he put himself to work doing whatever jobs were needed of him.

He was, perhaps, a bit too enthusiastic most of the time, and often rubbed some of the other inhabitants the wrong way with his attitude. Edric knew he wasn’t well liked. A lot of people found him annoying and, as they said, a “self-righteous prick”. It certainly stung, but he tried not to let it affect him too much. After all, if there was one thing he was bad at helping with, it was emotional pain. And there were a lot of people in Toyland who were in a lot of emotional pain. It pained him not to be able to help with their deep distress, but when it came to the sort of emotional wounds they were dealing with, he just…froze. He had enough sense to know that he probably would do more harm than good with those who were truly struggling, so he tended to avoid them.

That didn’t mean he’d stop trying to win over those who didn’t like him, though! He just had to be… careful. He had to choose who he interacted with carefully and do his best not to poke any bears that he should be poking. It was a process that involved a great of trial and error, but he’d had a lot of time.

He was happy. He was truly, genuinely happy.

He felt like he’d finally found his purpose.

#my writing #misfits in toyland #edith gray #prince edric #fanfiction

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modernfilmcanon · 2 years ago

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Cannes 2023 - Dispatch 3

Mes amis du cinema,

Met de doortocht van Indiana Jones ging de aandacht in het hoofdprogramma (en op de rode loper) vooral uit naar dit nieuwe deel uit de Indiana Jones-franchise (dit keer met een digitaal verjongde Harrison Ford), maar uw dienaar negeerde de filmwereld van het grote geld (terecht, aldus de weinig enthousiaste reacties) en ging in de bijprogramma’s op zoek naar nieuw talent. Het eerste deel van de dag besteedde ik aan drie debuutfilms.

Het Pakistaanse IN FLAMES van Zarrar Kahn (Quinzaine des Cinéastes: 13/20) bleek opnieuw een film die zijn pijlen richt op het patriarchaat. De film volgt de lotgevallen van een jonge geneeskundestudente en opent in sociaal-realistische stijl, maar voegt daar wat barokke accenten aan toe die eerder naar thriller en horror neigen. Want ja, het leven van vrouwen in Pakistan is pure horror. Als sociaal-realistische film werkt het, de flirt met andere genres overtuigt niet.

Vervolgens belandde uw dienaar in de buitenwijken van Casablanca, waar Hassan en zijn zoon Issam aan de kost komen met kleine klusjes voor de lokale maffia. Tot ze op een dag worden opgezadeld met een complexere klus: een ontvoering. In de beste FARGO-traditie gaat dat mis en het resulteert in gezeul met een lijk en confrontaties met mannen met pokdalige gezichten die je liever niet ’s nachts bij een onverlicht pompstation wil tegenkomen (en overdag bij een zonovergoten pompstation ook niet). De film heet LES MEUTES, is het regiedebuut van Kamal Lazraq (Un Certain Regard: 15/20) en is het type strak gemaakte genrefilm dat ik doorgaans een 14/20 zou geven, maar die een extra puntje krijgt vanwege de authenticiteit (de hoofdrolspeler stond op straat sardines te grillen en werd zo ontdekt door de regisseur; hij levert het soort acteerwerk af dat je enkel met goed gecaste amateur-acteurs voor elkaar kunt krijgen), waardoor je toch het gevoel hebt dit nog niet eerder te hebben gezien.

Daarna was het tijd voor een film die ongetwijfeld tot een van de hits van dit festival zal uitgroeien: het Britse HOW TO HAVE SEX, de debuutfilm van Molly Manning Walker (Un Certain Regard: 16/20). Het begint als een luidruchtige komedie over drie Britse tienermeiden die na hun eindexamen op een groepsvakantie naar Griekenland gaan, voor een paar dagen pool parties, liters alcohol en clubs. Tara (Taz) hoopt bovendien eindelijk ontmaagd te worden. Wat begint als een luchtige zomerfilm over tieners die losgaan, gaat al snel schuren en wordt uiteindelijk een wrang verhaal over de eerste keer en hoe naar die ervaring is voor veel vrouwen. De film had ook nog enkele van de leukste grappen van het festival in de aanbieding: wisten jullie bijvoorbeeld waarom je nooit een varken ziet dat zich in een boom heeft verstopt?

Ik sloot de dag af met Warwick Thornton (THE NEW BOY, Un Certain Regard: 6/20): een kitscherig religieus drama met Cate Blanchett als non in een katholiek klooster in de Australische woestijn dat zich ontfermt over wees- en weggelopen kinderen. De komst van een nieuwe Aboriginal jongen met bijzondere krachten zorgt voor het nodige warrig vertelde gedoe in het klooster, door Thornton vastgelegd als een nimmer aflatende stroom van oninteressante slow-motion beelden, met een overdaad aan religieuze symboliek, een hoop gesodemieter met een Christusbeeld en heel veel slangen. Jezus heeft het natuurlijk ook niet gemakkelijk gehad, maar dit was werkelijk een beproeving.

Gelukkig stond er daarna een glas (vooruit, een paar glazen) Barbera op me te wachten bij Salsamenteria di Parma.

A bientot,

Mark

P.S. Gezien door andere leden van Team Lumière:

Smoke Sauna Sisterhood – Anna HINTS (Marché du Film)

The Feeling That The Time For Doing Something Has Passed – Joanna ARNOW (Quinzaine des Cinéastes)

Un Prince – Pierre CRETON (Quinzaine des Cinéastes)

Retratos Fantasmas – Kleber Mendonca Filho (Out of Competition – special screenings)

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