#Roger S&R

[screamofdespair]

The Big O - Directed by 片山 一良 Katayama Kazuyoshi

1999

#13 :

Storyboard : 片山 一良 Katayama Kazuyoshi

Episode Director : 佐藤育郎 Ikurou Satou

The atmosphere of this episode was phenomenal, it almost felt like a stand-alone episode. A series of murders, investigation, pursuit of the truth, a main character nearly tormented, driving alone through the city. One of the best episodes I’ve ever seen.

[introspectivememories]

buggy, dreamily sighing: did you see marco today?

shanks, warily: yeah? why? we see him like every other month?

buggy, immediately gushing: wasn't he soo cool? like the way he transforms and those muscles! didja see his muscles, shanks? he could probably pick me up with one hand....

shanks who has just realized that he never wants buggy looking at another man who isn't him: .....yes... cool

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Ykw... I rlly thought all those images and gifs of Steve were edited but his lips rlly are just THAT pink and plush in the movies huh

related to this

Oh yeah, fuck yeah, Chris Evans has unfair DSLs editing or no editing 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Motherfucker

[pilferingapples]

 One evening when (Dumas) was returning from a ball, wet through and chilled, instead of going up to his own room he stopped at Ida's, (his wife's), knowing that he should find a fire there. Ida, who had already gone to bed, received him crossly, but Alexander was long-suffering; he peacefully warmed his feet and then went to a table and began to work. Suddenly the door of the dressing-room opened and, clad in his shirt, Roger de Beauvoir appeared. . . . Alexander assumed a high tone and Beauvoir explained that it was freezing in the dressing-room and that no one could possibly stay there. Without replying, Alexander marched up and down the room with long strides and the exercise seemed to appease him. Outside the rain was beating against the window. Could one, in all conscience, put any one out in such weather? Dumas invited Beauvoir to spend the night in an armchair, while he went to bed next to Ida.      A few minutes later, distressed to see the poor fellow shivering before the dying fire, he told Roger to come to bed, too. And there they lay, the three of them, sleeping the sleep of innocence.      In the morning Alexander woke up first, looked long at the two guilty ones beside him, and then plucked at Beauvoir's shirt sleeve. "Shall two old friends," said he "quarrel about a woman, even when she's a lawful wife? That would be stupid," and seizing the hand of the handsome Roger across Ida's sleeping form, he added: "Roger, let us become reconciled like the ancient Romans, on this public place."

(source, The Fourth Musketeer )

[widowshill]

— I couldn't care less about your future. — Well, you'd better care, because you're part of it, and so is your wife.

r/v/b for @tortoisesshells.

[marinerainbow]

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

This is always interesting to think about!

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Hmm...

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"You can do this." She told her younger self. Both- the same- rabbits feeling the exact same, but at different points in time; a lost, unwanted, failure of a toon. But Poppy, her present self, knew something her little self didn't- or doesn't? "I know you feel like you can't, but you can."

"How?" The child asked, her voice shaky as she looked up at her older self from her knees, eyes filled with tears and small ears pinned down. She didn't know how herself was here, or why she was here instead of the two people she needed the most right now, but right now Poppy couldn't even begin to ponder why, "I-I try, but I j-just mess everything up... I c-c-can't... I can't d-do it..."

Poppy felt a twist in her heart she didn't think she'd feel about... Herself. She knew what was happening here, this point in time had become one of those terrible memories that would pop in her head whenever it wanted to ruin her day. She hated it, and seeing her younger self going through all this was giving her a whole new perspective on her childhood.

"Yes, you can. You can, because you have to." Poppy told the girl as she knelt down to her level. Her voice not harsh or strict or scolding, like her parents usually would be. She knew it was unfamiliar to her younger self, and that was exactly why she needed it right now... Why they both needed this right now.

"B-Because m-mom and d-dad will be mad i-if I don't-"

"No. Because you have to do it for you." She restated softly. Poppy frowned when her younger self looked at her in puzzlement; she remembered feeling just as confused when she was presented the opportunity to finally do something for herself. Sighing sadly, the older rabbit placed a gentle hand on the child's shoulder and looked her right in her eyes- their eyes, "Your... Our parents... They may claim that they know what's best for you, but that's not true. They critique you- us, if we don't meet their expectations. But neither of us feel happy with doing what they want us to do... You may not realize it yet; I myself am having a hard time facing it... But we are the ones that knows what's best for us."

The younger toon rubbed her eyes in a feeble attempt to dry them before looking back at her older self, "But... B-But mom s-said that she knows wh-what's best for... Us?"

"... I think our mother might be sick. Her and our father." Poppy stated, unsure if she should tell her younger self these thoughts of hers, but knowing she couldn't leave without at least trying to assure her that she wasn't the problem, "A mental kind of sick I mean. Maybe something happened to them that made them this way, or they've always been like this. I don't know... But I do know this. You have to be less hard on yourself, and learn to start doing things for you."

The rabbit then cautiously wrapped her arms around her child self in a hug. She knew this must have confused herself more, but she also knew that this would have comforted her too... It was bringing her a sense of comfort that she didn't realize she needed, "If people get mad at you simply because you got a grade lower than they expected you to, or if you want to have different things for your future than they want you to have, then that's on them. They shouldn't be making you feel selfish because you wanted to become a teacher instead of an actress. Your dreams are yours, and you should never give up on them... Don't give up on your dreams for anybody. Even if it will take you awhile, you'll make your dreams come true. But the first step is choosing to pursue your dreams over somebody else's."

...

Both Poppy's were silent. One waiting for a response, and the other not knowing what to say. But the way that the younger rabbit chose to silently hug her older self as tight as she possibly could, taking this safe haven while her older self was still here, was the push needed to make Poppy shed her own tears.

She... They both needed this. For the same reasons. Even if her younger self may not realize it now. And if it wouldn't come from anybody else, than Poppy was going to try her hardest to make their future brighter.

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

Roger for @milkyway-ashes . Welshman rules.

[thebowerypresents]

Del Water Gap – Brooklyn Steel – October 21, 2023

S. Holden Jaffe originally began Del Water Gap as a full band (NYU classmate Maggie Rogers was an early member — and the two also went to sailing camp together as kids) before turning it into a bedroom-pop solo project. A well-received eponymous long-player came out in 2021, and last month the singer-songwriter-producer took another step forward with the arrival of his sophomore effort, I Miss You Already + I Haven’t Left Yet. “Through all the love, madness and self-reckoning emerges Del Water Gap, an artist finally stepping into himself by embracing complexity and imperfection — both his own, and that of the world around him,” per Paste. And on Saturday the Brooklynite rocked locally with a sold-out show at Brooklyn Steel.

(Del Water Gap plays Royale in Boston tonight and tomorrow.)

Photos courtesy of Samantha Schraub | @samcsch

[sonippep-hohu]

-sees parcheesi liking my posts- "POOOONCE! You're baaack!" /ref

[screamofdespair]

Chiaki J. Konaka and Kazuyoshi Katayama must have watched Oniisama e... and loved episode #11, I can't think of any other explanation, haha.

Oniisama e... is such a generational show. Many directors/writers have been influenced by it. Dezaki was truly a genius. (If you look closely, you can even spot the three hanging plant pots in The Big O first screenshot lol)

[yourgirlsarchived]

[ajl1963]

Astaire & Rogers and the 1930s Aesthetic Part One: Flying Down to Rio

[mitjalovse]

We discussed the musicians that surprised us and we did not really tell you that some of those choose this as their career affirmations for so long they turned into a parody. Prince, for instance, kept being himself even during the 90's, when he missed the mark more often than not. Mind you, every successful musician eventually ends up in his place and most of them still produce some great works in that phase, including Prince. A great case of that might be Diamonds and Pearls, his debut with New Power Generation, which could also be seen as a shock, since he decided to play with the rules the 90's presented and you know what? I regret he didn't follow them much, because he did make some great pieces, such as the song in the link, which remains one of my personal favourites of his.

[brunchable]

Santa Baby | S. R.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Themes: Christmas FLUFF, a bit of jealousy from Steve. Summary: At the annual Christmas gala, your flirty performance of Santa Baby leaves Steve Rogers captivated and a little jealous of the attention you're drawing. Later, under the falling snow on the balcony, Steve finally proposes, turning the festive night into a moment you'll cherish forever. A/N: Can be connected to "Secret Santa" if you want to connect it to each other haha. This oneshot is a part of my 4K follower Christmas Celebration. Also this one will be connected to Santa Baby that will be released next week. dividers by @saradika-graphics

The annual Christmas gala was in full swing—twinkling fairy lights, glittering ornaments, and the comforting hum of laughter set the perfect holiday mood. You had been assigned to entertain the crowd, your role as the night’s singer solidified when Tony loudly declared, “Y/N’s got the voice of an angel! She’s doing it, no arguments!”

You stood at the microphone in your long, sultry red gown, the epitome of old-Hollywood glamour. The satin hugged your figure, the thigh-high slit adding an edge of daring sophistication. The room quieted as the band started playing, the familiar playful melody of Santa Baby filling the air.

And that’s when you saw him.

Steve Rogers, sitting at a corner table, a glass of eggnog in his hand and a faint pink flush already warming his cheeks. Perfect target.

With a coy smile, you launched into the song, every word dripping with playful flirtation.

“Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree... for me...” you sang, letting your voice take on a velvety quality as you held Steve’s gaze. His eyes widened slightly, and you swore his grip on the eggnog tightened.

You strolled closer to the crowd, letting your hips sway naturally to the beat. The teasing smile never left your lips as you zeroed in on Steve, directing every lyric his way.

“Been an awful good girl... Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”

Steve’s blush deepened as you approached. He squirmed a little in his chair, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. But as your performance continued, you noticed the looks from the other men in the room. Some were outright gawking, and a few whispered to each other, their eyes locked on your gown.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Steve’s expression darken, his jaw tightening as he followed their gazes. Sam, seated beside him, smirked and leaned over. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but Steve’s curt shake of his head and the glare he shot Sam made you giggle internally.

Still, you couldn’t resist turning the heat up a notch.

“Think of all the fun I’ve missed...” You winked directly at Steve. “Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed.”

Sam burst into laughter, giving Steve an exaggerated nudge. Poor Steve looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor, his ears bright red now, but his sharp glare shifted back to anyone in the room staring too long at you. His possessiveness was adorable—and obvious.

By the time you hit the final note, Steve was practically a Christmas decoration himself—his cheeks a matching shade to your dress. The crowd erupted into applause, but you were only looking at him, grinning mischievously as you gave a little bow.

× × × ×

Not long after, you were walking through the festive crowd when a strong, familiar hand gently grabbed your elbow. You turned, meeting Steve’s sheepish yet determined expression.

“Mind stepping outside with me for a second?”

You nodded, letting him guide you to the balcony. As you approached the doors, Steve paused and slid his coat off, wrapping it snugly around your shoulders. The warmth of the fabric and the subtle hint of his cologne made your cheeks heat.

“It’s cold out,” he said simply, his voice softer now.

Your heart fluttered as you adjusted the coat and followed him onto the balcony. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine. Twinkling lights illuminated his face, and you noticed how serious he seemed, his usual shy demeanor replaced by something more intense.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he finally asked, his tone caught somewhere between teasing and genuinely flustered.

“What?” you replied innocently, feigning surprise. “It’s a Christmas classic! Everyone loves Santa Baby.”

“Yeah, well, everyone wasn’t being serenaded like that,” he muttered, his jaw tightening again. “And… not everyone was staring at you like that, either.”

You blinked in surprise, your lips curving into a slow grin. “Steve Rogers, are you jealous?”

His blush returned full force, but he held your gaze. 

“Maybe I am. Can you blame me? You look…” He gestured helplessly at you, searching for words. “You look like a dream tonight, Y/N. And I don’t want to share that dream with anyone else.”

Your heart melted on the spot, but you decided to push him just a little further. “Well, good thing it was just a performance. You know, for everyone.”

“Y/N,” he said softly, taking a step closer. “I need to say something. And… I can’t wait anymore.”

You tilted your head, your playful expression faltering as you noticed the sincerity in his eyes. Before you could speak, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

“Steve…” you whispered, your breath catching.

“I’ve had this for months,” Steve admitted, his voice low but steady, the faintest tremor betraying his nerves. “I kept telling myself I’d wait for the perfect moment. Then you walked out tonight, looking like that, singing to me like that, and I realized… every moment with you is perfect. What am I waiting for?”

Your breath caught as he knelt down on one knee, his strong hand still holding yours as if grounding himself in you. The soft glow of the lights around you reflected in his blue eyes, filled with a mixture of nervousness and unwavering love.

“You, Y/N,” he began, his voice growing quieter, more tender. “You’re the brightest part of my life. You make me laugh, keep me on my toes, and remind me every day what it means to live fully. I don’t want to go another second without knowing you’ll always be by my side.”

His lips curved into a small, vulnerable smile as he revealed the vintage-style diamond ring nestled in the box. “Will you marry me?”

Tears blurred your vision as his words sank in, wrapping around your heart like the warmest embrace. “Steve…” you whispered, your voice catching, but the joy in your chest pushed through. “Yes. Yes, Steve. Of course!”

He stood slowly, slipping the ring onto your finger with such care it felt ceremonial, almost sacred. For a moment, you both just stared at the ring, the weight of the moment filling your heart with a radiant warmth.

And then his arms were around you, pulling you into a deep embrace. His lips found yours in a kiss so soft, so filled with emotion, it made the world around you disappear.

But Steve wasn’t done. As if overcome with the pure joy of your “yes,” he suddenly lifted you off your feet, your gasp turning into laughter against his mouth. He spun you around effortlessly, his hold on you as steady as his love, while snowflakes fell softly around you, dusting his shoulders and catching in your hair. The kiss grew deeper, his lips pressing against yours with a certainty that made your heart soar.

When he finally set you back down, the world felt quieter, the snow falling like a gentle curtain between you and everything else. You stayed close, his forehead resting against yours as your breaths mingled in the chilly night air.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, his voice steady and sure, his gaze locking onto yours.

A smile tugged at your lips as you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “I love you too, Steve,” you whispered, your voice trembling with joy.

His hands trailed down to your waist, holding you firmly but tenderly, as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment. His gaze softened further, filled with a quiet awe that mirrored your own.

For a long while, you simply stayed there, wrapped in his arms as the snow fell around you, the soft hum of music and laughter from the party barely audible in the background. This wasn’t just a memory—it was the start of something extraordinary.

Tags: @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @strawberrybisou @alyana-luvs-u @rogersbarber @veronicapaula

@fynnwolff @bmyva1entine @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @awaywithtime

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

I really love how Queen have defended the Break Free video. It absolutely destroyed their career in the USA at the time. America was the motherland of musical success, it was their hopes and dreams that they worked their asses off for and they made one video that cost them future hits and lost them their audience and potentially millions of dollars and they VERY EASILY could have immediately backtracked and been like “haha yeah we didn’t really like it, probably wouldn’t do it again but you know how Freddie is”

Y’know trying to please both sides and crap so they could remain business as usual. Or just not taking it as seriously as they did. But Freddie didn’t want to tour there—in protest and probably also for safety reasons—and they were with him completely and have STOOD. BY. THAT. VIDEO

FOR FORTY. Y E A R S

and you see it in interviews from across all those decades, questions like “did you ENJOY dressing up as a woman??” “How much convincing did it take” “must’ve been Freddie’s idea of course”

and every single time both Brian and Roger have been like “absolutely no convincing whatsoever, we loved it, best time we’ve had making a video, it was awesome, we had a blast, this is our favorite one”

THAT is true allyship. Common sense nowadays, sure. But for a musical act of their status in that time and culture/expectation to completely give up their golden ticket in favor of what was (kinda) protest for a social issue (and of course, protecting Freddie I’m sure)…it’s just not what you would expect but it continually delights me

[marinerainbow]

Since Shiny has never been in romantic love before (that I've developed so far. Though I'm thinking maybe she could have had a tiny crush on a deaf kid her age that prompted her to learn sign language, but it never went anywhere), a breakup or rejection would hit her pretty hard. Harder than even she would expect. She's used to sexual rejection, whether its for work or leisure. But here, when she's bared her heart and soul to this one special person and they turn her down, Shiny wishes she could just forget about them. But, as anyone knows who has gone through a breakup or rejection, it's never that easy.

She'd try to hide it, but she'd be crying to herself in her home when alone. I can see her breakup song being Shakira's Don't Bother, "I promise you won't ever see me cry. Don't feel sorry."