#Sidony

[eonianshadow]

maker bless the necromancy for being turquoise

[brotherconstant]

Sidonie "Sid" Baker Olivia Cooke in Slow Horses | 1.01

[nobeerreviews]

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

-- Colette

(Freiburg, Germany)

[veone]

[callista-curations]

Turians in crop tops showing waist, you agree, reblog

[thedeadthree]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ➸ irulanne . the rook .

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 . 𝐄𝐋𝐅 . 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

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SLOW HORSES 1.02

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Pie Eater Reacts

Inspired by this post from @sundaymorningtvu. Here are some cute and hilarious gifs of Pie Eater reacting to things:

His red cheeks are adorable.

Wonder if there's something else in those pies...

He's got the Chris Evans laugh with his hand to his pec.

Pie Eater looking sassy and a cameo from Kenny Ortega.

His best reaction is probably from Blood Drips Heavily on Newsie Square:

[serendipitys-teapot]

WIP Wednes... Opps.

Well, I didn't get around to this yesterday, but I was super touched to be tagged by @milkywayes and @lilmissnatcat24 thank you, friends!! This is a scene from my current WIP I'm finishing up, which is sadly still nameless...

Garrus sighed as he brought a hand up to rub his eyes in frustration. “That’s not why I’m here. You’re my friend and I’m worried about you.” “Well, you’ve had a funny way of showing it.” Sidonis spat as he crossed his arms, and Garrus stared at him in frustrated consternation. “Then why the hell am I here with a peace offering?” He asked as he waved the bottle, the moonshine sloshing dangerously, and Sidonis seemed to wilt as he looked back at him. “I know, you’re right. Sorry. I don’t know why I’ve been so on edge lately.” He uncrossed his arms, his palms falling open as he gazed down at them in his lap. “I’ve just been… miserable. I’ve been fucking miserable, Garrus. I hate it here. I hate this ship, I hate this life, I hate this reality.” The scorn and vitriol in his subvocals was matched only by the heartbreak, and Garrus’ chest ached for his friend. His hand came up to rub Sidnois’ back in small circles for a few moments. “I had no idea you were struggling this badly. Maybe we can talk to Anderson about getting you some extended shore leave on the Fleet, get you some therapy and help.” He suggested gently and breathed in relief when Sidonis sighed and nodded his head glumly. Guilt ate at Garrus as he took in the other man’s forlorn expression as he continued to stare blankly down at his own hands. “I’m sorry it took me this long to see you were struggling. I should have checked in with you sooner. I’ve been really busy.” “Yeah. I’ve noticed.” Sidonis muttered darkly as he stiffened and looked away. “You haven’t had the time of day for me ever since she joined the crew.” Silence fell between them like a wall of ice, and Garrus drew back. “Let’s leave Shepard out of this.” His words were firm, but Sidonis continued on heedlessly. “No, let’s not. I see the way you look at her. I’m not fucking blind. The whole goddamn ship probably sees how you trail after her like a lovesick puppy. And don’t even get me started on your subvocals whenever you talk about her. It’s sickening.” “Enough.” Garrus sat up, his back stiff as anger and embarrassment began boiling in his core. Sidonis stood abruptly as he turned to sneer down at him. “What the fuck do you even see in her?” He threw his arms out wide as his voice began to rise. “She’s just using you, Garrus! She’s using all of us! I don’t understand how you could let your dick distract you from how obviously suspicious she is!” “Enough, Sidonis!” Garrus snapped, his expression hardening. But to his consternation, the other man ignored him as he continued. “She’s so obviously with Cerberus! It explains everything! She’s sold us all out, and it’s only a matter of time until we’re all dead. It’s going to be the Gabriel all over again!” “Enough!” Garrus slammed the bottle down on the side table before surging to his feet. He stood toe to toe with Sidonis, using every bit of his height advantage to look down at the other man as fury rolled off him. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” They glared at each other, both breathing hard as they refused to back down. Finally, Sidonis’ eyes narrowed. “Pathetic. I can’t believe you let a woman reduce you to this.” He hissed, and Garrus’ mandibles twitched as he balled his hands into fists. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Shepard isn’t a traitor.” “Keep telling yourself that. Right up until you feel the knife slip in between your back plates.” The quiet words seemed to reverberate through the room. Without another word, Sidonis turned and walked through the door, slamming it with a clang behind him. Garrus remained where he was as he willed his heart to stop racing, his pulse thrumming beneath his plates as Sidonis’ words echoed in his ears. Finally, he fell back onto the couch. Slowly, his gaze landed on the bottle, its clear liquid catching the flicker of an old light on the ceiling above. Cursing, he reached for it before tipping it back, praying the burn could quiet the wriggling doubts in his chest.

Let's tag @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @nicolasadrabbles @otemporanerys @misseffect just in case anyone is interested in participating!

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Keira Knightley as  Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette in Colette (Film, 2018).

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o...cs??

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OC: Sidonie de Favriel (WIP: To Topple a Throne)

Attempting a Hilary Mantel-esque second-person character description style! If you wonder where does she have it - it’s in the appendix to the Wolf Hall stage adaptation script. (Which I totally recommend everyone to read anyway. It's on Amazon).

You are a child of immense privilege. Your beautiful, wealthy, effortlessly charismatic parents represent one of the most highborn lineages of the land. Some say you trace your descent from an alluring water-nymph who seduced a lost knight in the days before the Age of Flames, when the gods and their offspring still walked the earth.

You are also the kind of child who doesn’t want to make trouble. You see, after all, how your elder sister is treated when she does. You also see that you are praised when you are pretty, when you are obliging, when you agree with your mother’s plans for an exquisite marriage for you. When you are informed that any education beyond ladylike accomplishments would be superfluous for you, you don’t even protest much.

You are so committed to being sweet and perfect that you flinch from taking your sister Audrine’s side even when she is covered in scandal and imprisoned; when she escapes and dissolves in the wilderness of the great country without a trace, you merely lower your eyes.

It does not save you.

Your exquisite marriage is outraged. Your exquisite husband divorces you. It’s a rare thing, but he has the money and the influence - he can do it. You thought your years of obedience would make your family take your side.

They do not save you, either.

You are flung into the demimonde, and now your ex-husband’s friends who used to dance with you at assembly balls are offering to rent you a nice apartment in exchange for your favours. You agree. You have nowhere else to go.

When changes convulse the old country, and the Great Council is called for the first time in two hundred years, you are not interested. You only make your way to the capital because you find yourself without a keeper, and you hope to catch the eye of one of the nobles who would come to deliberate.

Instead, a chance and a fever land you under the roof of a deputy who is neither a nobleman nor an eminent clergyman. He is a painfully earnest, painfully self-conscious young lawyer. He comes from a provincial town on the misty coast of the land.

He is also the first man in years who makes you feel safe.

His views are peculiar. His friends even more so. By the time you do end up in his arms, months later, he had persuaded you to give your pain and anger a form. You agree. If nothing else, few things sell quite as well these days as radical pamphlets, you decide.

That’s when your real story begins.

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[nobeerreviews]

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

-- Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

(Malaga, Spain)

[veone]

lingering eyes and unspoken praises.

[thatluckystrudel]

August Diehl in Sidonie in Japan (2023) (dir. Élise Girard)

[seraphineailes-555]

Any other French ppl remember "Aglaé et Sidonie"? I still love it as a grown adult, it's so aesthetic