#Vito Pace

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Chapter 2 - Where do I sign?

The ride to the hotel was nice and quiet. The sleek sports car practically purred beneath as it wound through the streets. You had said goodbye to Arthur almost 30 minutes ago, but even then felt like a lifetime away. You were now an F2 champion, with nowhere to go. You had brought up the topic of the next step with your manager, but even that fell on deaf ears. You knew what it had meant though. 

There was no room for a woman in Formula 1. 

But that’s ok. Maybe IndyCar might be more open. There’s at least Katherine Legge. She retired and returned. That’s a foot in the door. 

Scrolling through social media on your phone, articles of Checo’s retiring are all you can see. What was once orange, is now taken over by the familiar logo of the energy drink racing team. A seat at Red Bull is now up for grabs. This is the dream for every reserve driver. 

You lean over to Stella, who had decided to take the ride with you, “I guess Liam Lawson is one happy camper right now.” Your screen is tilted so she can have a look. 

“I guess so,” she says, a smirk displayed on her face. You give her a questioning look, before deciding to leave it. The car pulled to a stop and the giant building of the hotel was now right in front. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow right? I think I’m schedule to head back to the office to talk to someone. You’ll be on the plane?” 

“I’ll be on the plane. Have a good night Y/n.” You also say goodbye, before turning to head up to your hotel room. 

It was nice, roomy, and most importantly, empty and silent. You could have, or should have, taken a shower first, but the bed looked too inviting. Placing your backpack on the floor, you quickly faceplant into the clean sheets. Someone must have changed them while you were away making history. 

It was nice, but it wasn’t your little apartment back in Nice. Close enough to where you could get to Dams in a timely fashion, but far enough away where you could get a break. The beaches were nice. Maybe you could spend Christmas Day on the beach. It wasn’t like you needed to celebrate with someone. 

Or perhaps, Arthur would finally convince you to spend Christmas with his family. He’s offered the invitation ever since he became your teammate. But, you never felt right with accepting it. 

The urge to take get your phone out became too much as you found yourself waiting for the face ID to recognize yourself. Half the time it didn’t even work, so what was the point. The thumb print worked 100 times better. But, you needed a good phone, not an “outdated” one. 

You had four unread text messages. One from your team principal Yannick. One from your manager with the flight information for tomorrow. One from Arthur, multiple memes of you from earlier today with your trophy. 

And then finally one from an unknown number. 

You muttered, “Scammers probably,” and went to swipe it away. But, something tells you to just look at it, just in case. 

The words on the screen confuse you. 

“We are excited to meet with you tomorrow concerning your future in Formula 1. Have a nice flight. CH” 

Your brows furrowed as you quickly swiped out of the iMessages and to the phone app. Your manager’s name was the contact you pressed. 

The phone didn’t even get to ring once, before the familiar voice of Vito answered. 

“What’s up kid?” 

“Who did you give my phone number to?” you questioned. 

“And what are you meaning by this?” 

“There was a message. Said something about my future in Formula 1 and a meeting tomorrow. But as far as I’m concerned, I’m heading back to Dams tomorrow for some testing.” By now you were pacing the floor. 

There was a slight chuckle on the other end of the line. 

“You worry me kid. Do some math.” 

Your mind raced. CH. Who the hell would that be? 

CH? C. H.? Cee Ach. 

CH. 

“Christian Horner?” 

“Bingo kid. He reached out almost a month ago.” You sighed and sat down on your bed, hunched over. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. 

“But isn’t he like…not for women?” You bit your lip. You didn’t want to plainly say it out loud, but he was known for making comments. 

Again, there was a laugh. “Well kid, if he was, I don’t think he would have reached out. Don’t worry about it. All you gotta do is show up tomorrow, we’ll talk, and then see where it leads us.” 

That’s what scared you. The talking, showing up hopeful, being knocked down and denied once again. Sure, it was looking good for you, but wouldn’t it make sense for their reserve driver to be bumped up? Liam is a great driver. He knows how to drive. He knows how to compete. 

You…you hadn’t even stepped foot in an F1 car, other than a sim once or twice. 

And what would the people think? It’s not that you’re taking a seat from a good driver, but also a man. People wish for women to be involved, but the moment they are, hate flies their way. You wouldn’t wish that upon anyone else. 

“Kid. I know your mind must be running around at about 1000 miles an hour. But just listen. You are one of the best drivers I have ever seen. You’ve pulled ahead and have won races by over 20 seconds. Twenty! Do you know how incredible that is? I’m not saying that this meeting will get you an automatic seat, but it also might. Things in F1 work in weird ways.” 

You nodded you head silently along with him. It really did. Drivers went from having a good standing, to being left without a seat, to taking someone else’s spot. 

“So, I want you to get some good sleep, and I will see you tomorrow. Alright?” 

“Alright. Good night Vito.” 

“Night kid.” 

You pressed the red button and fell back onto the comforter once again. You really needed to shower. 

Sleep was not long enough. Or maybe it was your fault for staying up late to watch whatever was on the hotel tv. 

Stella had met you at the airport. She was able to get places in a nicer lounge area, one with fewer people. Your headphones were at full blast for the remainder of the waiting period, and on the flight. You had almost missed the snacks and drinks, but Stella tapped your shoulder just in time. You could kiss her if you wanted to. 

Snacks always made things better, especially if they were free. 

The flight to London wasn’t too bad. Definitely a much longer flight than Paris, but you had slept most of the way. 

Getting off the plane was a small issue. Some fans had spotted you and had asked for you to sign something. Wanting to be discrete as possible, you quickly signed the items and moved on. However, there were a few flashes that had caught your attention. 

The drive to the hotel wasn’t anything fantastic, but again, wasn’t too terrible. It was mostly quiet, the way you liked it. Although it gave you more time to think; the thoughts weren’t the best. Bouts of self-doubt entered and exited your mind swiftly, but it still happened. You couldn’t help it. 

You barely had any time to freshen up at the hotel room before it was time to head to the RB headquarters in Milton Keynes. Vito was meeting you there. This time, there was no Stella with you in the car. 

If you were to move to Red Bull, she would no longer be your strategist. But she would still continue to be your friend, and that would have to be enough. You were certain that you’d be given new everything. New PR Manager, new engineer, new strategist, new team principal. You, however, would fight to keep Vito as your manager, since he was on his own payroll from you. 

At your arrival, there were no cameras and no journalists. That, you were thankful for. You slid out of the car, looking up at the impressive building. 

You were pulled out of your reverie as someone put their hand on your shoulder and gestured for you to move forward. 

The back entrance was nice. Posters of their “golden boy” seemed to hang from every corner. A few historical ones littered the blank spaces along with Checo. Would you be up there one day? 

Maybe you’d be the one with multiple posters. 

Or, you’d be the one forgotten in the sea of experience and fame. 

You tried to shake those kinds of thoughts out of your head. You were now coming to what looked like a conference room. Taking a deep breath, you put your hand on the doorknob. 

Alright, no turning back now. 

You were thankful that the door wasn’t squeaky, but that didn’t stop the various eyes in the room turn on your figure. 

You wanted to shrink into yourself. Maybe turn back time so that you had gotten on a plane to Paris instead. Vito was the first to stand, and you were grateful. 

“Hey kid,” he almost whispered as he brought you into a hug. 

“Hi,” you shyly said, eyes looking onto the others in the room as you returned the hug. You ended up making eye contact with a certain team principal, who offered a small smile. Breaking the hug with Vito, you swiftly walked over to where Christian was standing. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir,” you said, offering your hand out for him to shake. His hand met yours in a nice, comforting shake. 

He nodded. “Nice to finally meet you as well. Do you want anything before we start?”

You thought for a minute before eventually saying no. Vito, however, took the offer and asked for an espresso. You rolled his eyes at his antics and sat down in the open seat. 

Directly across from you was Christian, with various men and women around him. You guess they might be lawyers or something. 

Christian cleared his throat to gain everyone’s attention. “Now, I’m guessing that you already have an idea of why we wanted to talk to you today.” 

Nodding your head, you answered, “I’m guessing it’s for a position for a reserve driver. Seeing as though Liam Lawson is probably going to fill Mr. Perez’s spot for the 2024 season.” 

Christian had a smirk on his face before looking at Vito. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”  

Your brows creased, something that you found yourself doing a lot these days. You shot a side eye to your manager. 

“No, he didn’t tell me anything.” You looked back at Christian. 

“We want you to be our second driver for the 2024 season.”

Everything became silent at once. Your face remained still, but your mind was in shambles.

What happened to wishful thinking? 

A man to Christian’s left spoke up first, breaking the silence. “We do understand that you haven’t had the chance to test out an F1 car. However, there is still a week and a half until Vegas. You will spend most of your time here using the sim and the practice cars before flying out. There, you will drive for Checo during free practice one. But only if you agree to this.” 

You were still processing everything. But, one thought dominated every inch of your brain. You look over to your right and give Vito a quick smile, before you turn to Christian. 

“Where do I sign?” Chuckles fill the air from the people around you. Your cheeks heat up and you know they are bright red.  

Vito gives you a comforting hand on your shoulder that almost had you tearing up. But you obviously couldn’t cry in front of your new team principal.   

Christian speaks up, “I’m glad that you’re on board. Now there are contracts to discuss before we can let you go today. But I think by the end of this, we can start setting up appointments for suit sizing and that sort of things. But introductions first.” 

He points to the man who spoke up earlier, “This is James Riggs, your new PR manager. He will also deal with a lot of the legal sides of things such as contracts and such.” The man, Riggs as you think you’d like to call him, sends you a quick smile. You know he’s going to be a strict but nice person. At least he’ll be able to fend off any unwanted media attention. 

“And this is Lacy,” he gestures to a good-looking middle-aged woman. “She has decided to be one of your main sponsors. She is here to guide you and help you make most decisions. She is also James’s wife. They will both accompany you into the paddock and such.” 

Lacy sends you a comforting smile. 

Well, you now have a stand in mother and father duo. I’m set for life now. 

Christian then goes over the names of other people, more-so contract writers and witnesses. 

The rest of the meeting is a whirlwind and your hand is cramped by the time that everything is done and signed. When everyone stands to leave, Christian makes one more announcement. 

“Now we won’t put out an official statement until next Wednesday. So, try not to really post anything until then that might release the news early. Sure, you can post some things, but try not to make it obvious. We’ll let you post something this coming Tuesday and we will follow with our statement.” 

“Yes sir. Thank you so much for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.” You lean to shake his hand again. 

“I’m sure we won’t.” With that, he grabbed his tablet and left with the others. 

It was just you and Vito. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or hit him first. 

So, you did both. 

You quickly grabbed his shoulders, hit them, and brought him into a hug. The tears from earlier finally escaped their prison and found freedom on your cheeks. 

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” you whispered over and over again. 

You’re pretty sure you heard a sniff, but didn’t point it out. 

“You did this all on your own kid. This is all you,” he whispered back. 

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Non-yandere Vito with 2 little girls. I feel like he’d spoil them and his wife rotten

A/N: now this is what I’m talking about! Slightly got carried away idk. Also sorry this is coming out fairly late, I took a break from writing this fandom blows. But I love my supporterssss!!!

Warnings: none

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Yes you are correct about Vito spoiling the crap out of his girls! I’ve said before and I’ll say it again, this man loves women.

He especially loves his wife, he never thought he’d be the kind of asshole to settle down and start a life but…man you rocked his world.

When you got together, so many of his bad habits (with time) died down and he was on a mission to become a better man for you. He just couldn’t lose you over him stealing and lying.

Whatever you ask of him, he’ll make the entire world bend just for you, even if that means some hefty sacrifices.

“Vito, baby?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I want a house. A real nice one, somewhere in the countryside so our kids will have plenty of room to grow.”

Within the next few months he sold all his fancy cars and suits, took out a loan and bought your dream house.

I don’t think he even registered the kids part..Vito was just like I’m not gonna make you repeat yourself

Speaking of kids…

I have to say the babies were definitely unplanned and happened on the first night of moving into your new home.

You guys were just a young and blissful couple.

You were so happy that you got your dream so of course you had to let Vito know just how much you appreciate him. Vito was just happy to be there honestly.

Not too long after that night you were rushing downstairs to share the good news to your husband.

I think that Vito slightly didn’t really want kids and was stressing the entire pregnancy. Like you’ll catch him reading a woman’s magazine to figure out how exactly to take care of the child or find him watching an educational video of a woman giving birth.

He’s pale as a ghost and you can tell how distressed this man is.

Deep down he’s secretly scared that he won’t really be a great father. His own father died rather young and the only men he had to looked up to was Joe and maaaaybeeee some people back in the mob. Which weren’t exactly *great* role models

“Vito~ you’re going to be a great father. I wouldn’t wish for anyone better to raise my kids.” You cooed at him as he rested in your lap, burying his face into your plump stomach

He really appreciated all of your words of encouragement and it made him feel a bit better about the situation.

The day you gave birth he was definitely a nervous wreck again. He came into the delivery room with balloons, flowers, and all your favorite goodies to try to make things better for you. He paced the room and tried his best to give you motivation. He just didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Honey, all I need is for you to hold my hand please. I’m just as scared as you.”

Once everything was said and done and he got a chance to hold his little girls in his arms, something flipped a switch in him. His fatherly instincts took over and suddenly everything he needed to do was clear.

He thought a lot about what kind of parent he’d be. Vito mainly figured he’d be the bad cop to your good cop. I mean ex-convict turned soldier turned gangster…that’s a recipe for the scariest father ever. He was fine with being the disciplinarian.

But once he laid eyes on his twin girls, all he wanted to do was protect and spoil them. Just like with you, everything they ever wanted, they were gonna get!

He couldn’t believe he played a part in making such precious babies like this. Of course you did the heavy lifting, but he was just so proud of them…and especially you.

Vito was actually extremely helpful during your postpartum, he took time off of work just to be with you and take care of the girls whenever you needed.

Will not let you get on your feet for anything! If electric scooters were a thing back then, girl you would’ve been forced into one😭

Certified housewife-dad now! He took over cooking, cleaning and laundry as well as the designated person to get up every night for the babies.

Don’t bother even offering, that man was lowkey mesmerized by the childbirth and seeing your body contort like that, that he is like “no no please…you’ve been through enough sweetie”

Besides it doesn’t bother him, he is just so obsessed with his daughters that he will find any reason to bond with them.

(Pretty sure he got them completely mixed up tho oops)

Definitely brought tons of “daddy’s girl” merchandise for them and now has a minivan 🤣

“You know daddy is neeeever gonna leave you two. I’ll fight my way outta hell if that means I’ll get to see you both grow up. I promise I’ll be a good pop for you, okay?”

Aww he’s just so sweet

Their first birthday was sooo huge. Like an Italian wedding big! Everything was decked out in pink and super kiddy. He even had the most extravagant cake for them that only they were allowed to eat ;-;

As they get older, he gives you tons of money to go on cute little mommy daughter days with them and pick out whatever y’all want.

I can imagine him sitting on the couch for a little fashion show and sometimes helping do their hair in the morning for school.

Of course he pampers you and will stay home on the weekends with the girls so you can go have a little break for a bit and go to the salon or something.

If the twins got into your expensive makeup or aren’t listening to you, he will always defend you first and foremost. He will not tolerate any disrespect towards you, even if it was minor.

100% they act like angels when he is around

Speaking of scary Vito.

I don’t think the girls would know that he was ever affiliated but I can imagine him chasing down grade school boys because they showed interest in his girls.🤣🤣

I think he's the perfect girl dad to be honest. He definitely baby talks to them and wears tiaras now but will still refuse to admit that he’s “soft” now but everyone can tell. If Joe was around he’d never let Vito live it down XD

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The Fifth Element (1997)

"I don't care, he should have been a butch lesbian."

In case you don't want spoilers, or to hear my long verbose in-detail thoughts on this movie, here's the short and sweet version:

The Fifth Element is raunchy, corny, and campy in all the right ways, and some of the wrong ones. It's far from a perfect movie, but I really enjoyed watching and rewatching it, and I would recommend it! I guess um, 4/5 stars, maybe.

Okay, now let's get serious. I saw the first 15 minutes of this movie while visiting my mother, found it so intriguing that I watched it with a friend, and then watched it again to write this review. Let's get into the meat of it. Spoilers for a 30 year old movie ahead.

Word Count: 6,082

Okay, The Fifth Element (1997), dir. Luc Besson, is a sci-fi comedy starring such greats as Bruce Willis and Gary Oldman, who I've been in love with since I watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (1990).

We open in Egypt in 1914, in a scene I can only describe as "Mummy-esque." Seriously, this scene came on in my mother's living room and I thought we were watching a yet unseen installation of The Mummy or Indiana Jones. It contains, among other things, an incredibly hammy and not-at-all-subtle dump of exposition. They go out of their way to gravitate back to this wall of runes several times, to make sure you know as much background lore as possible. A later scene renders this odd choice kind of unnecessary, but I'll concede its existence for one key reason-- the Mondoshawan.

The Mondoshawan are the good-guy aliens in this movie, though they're only featured on screen two times, one of them being this scene. Their space ship looms awesomely over this strange Egyptian exposition-temple, and they are a star example of one of the best parts of this movie.

All the effects, or at least as many of them as possible, are practical. Of course, it's a movie made in the 90's, so they would be. But the beautifully clunky and real toddling of these men in alien costumes was a dead-ringer for New Who, and it was incredibly endearing to me. I am a major believer in the power and merit of practical effects and the tragedy of computer generation. And this movie is *swimming* in practical effects. It's a delight.

I will say there's this bit where the leader Mondoshawan is toddling towards this very slowly closing stone door and he doesn't make it through because his very slow waddling is somehow slower than the door is, and I think it was supposed to be semi-serious but I laughed at it. It was just a little ridiculous.

The back half of this first scene feels kind of oddly paced, like it's rushed, which is odd to me considering the scene didn't hold back on dumping as much stuff on me as possible just a few minutes ago. Very strange scene, seems to only have one purpose, which I'll get back to later.

So, flash forward 30 years to something dramatically different in aesthetic and vibe, of course. We're in space. We're gritty, we're militaristic, of course. There's an evil fucking orb of fire flying towards the Earth at top speed. Things aren't looking great.

The president, a man with eyes of a frightening shade, is black! This is not plot relevant, but I find the tendency of movies from this period to feature black presidents far before Obama's term to be really interesting. Is this social commentary? A thoughtful statement about how fantastical the idea of a black man in office is to the average American? I will never know. I really like this character, he's a fun guy. He has more personality than most president characters do, probably due to him being on an awesome spaceship with a team of nodding yes-men in a delightfully Star Trek-esque uniform. I like him a lot. He's my boy.

This is the same scene where we get introduced to Vito Cornelius, a priest who appears to be Catholic because he does the sign of the cross later in the movie, even though I definitely assumed he was some weird member of the church of the Fifth Element or something.

Cornelius is here to suggest that the ball of fire is sentient and evil, and that the president shouldn't shoot it with missiles, because it's so sentient and evil that it'll get even sentienter and eviler. Of course, the president disregards this warning, because that's what movie presidents do to random old men in robes.

From this blunder comes one of the many incredibly hard lines in this movie. Where Mr. President tells Staedert, his military commander, "I have a doubt." and Staedert replies "I don't, Mister President" and then presses the fire button on the huge gigantic missiles. It's awesome, only slightly undercut by the fact that it doesn't work and Staedert and his crew get fucking obliterated right after. By the evil sentient ball which shoots out a flare of flames that has an evil spooky skull in it. That's not a joke at all, that seriously happens in this scene. I laughed.

Now we smash cut to Bruce Willis. He's Korben Dallas, this sort of gritty ex-military guy with a very cute cat. I love this cat. She is an adorable, slightly cross eyed white longhair. It's honestly a tragedy and a waste that she was only in like two scenes. She should have been ever-present, fitted with Air Bud esque mouth animation so she could act as Bruce Willis' voice of reason throughout the film.

Korben Dallas is trying to quit smoking. He's a cab driver who's dogshit at driving his cab and is mere seconds away from losing his license. He is, and I quote, "Still stuck on that two-timing slut." He wants a perfect woman. There are about two Chekov's guns in that last block of text.

He opens his first scene with us in what I can only describe as the sluttiest most hot and sweaty chest binder I've ever seen. And a pair of tight belted leather boots that it really seems like he fell asleep wearing.

And then he gets mugged by a guy, presumably so they can show us how much he knows about guns, and that he has been mugged enough that he now has a secret shelf that is just completely full of guns. Hilarious. I love this bit. It's not even relevant, I just loved it.

Okay so the evil sentient ball of fire. We didn't forget about that. This scene is one that confused me really badly during my rewatch. Here, Cornelius explains in full detail and in much less vague terms than before what the Fifth Element does and why they need it to save Earth from this evil ball of fire. This scene renders most of the in-narrative purpose of the first scene moot. The only reason it now exists (other than some background stuff that could probably have been introduced in a less odd way) is to address a more meta issue, which I'll get to later. But while I was watching it, I couldn't help but think "Well... then what the hell were we doing in the desert with Luke Perry?"

In this scene, we get to see the Mondoshawans again for the final time, so we can introduce the bad guy aliens, the Mangalores. They jack the stones (the elements) from the Mondoshawan ship and blow them up.

I thought this scene was supposed to set up the stereotypical "military incompetent" idea that's often present in this type of sci fi, but the president honestly makes mostly good decisions that don't make him feel like a bumbling idiot once through the entire movie. Honestly, he's kind of cool. I like him.

Okay, now that the Mangalores have been tragically exploded, we get the vehicle towards one of our main characters. Using a saved body part from the Mangalores and some utterly and delighfully made up genetic scienceology, we recreated the perfect genes of some alien into... a skinny white girl with the orangest hair I've ever seen. This scene features one of the only costuming choices in the movie that I truly hate. Leeloo's weird strap undies (and subsequent inability to wear normal pants, but mostly these strap undies?). I just hate it. Why is it here. It's not even that sexy looking. She looks like a ham in an asylum.

The set design in this movie is also delightfully Whovian and Star-Trek-ish. Tinfoil walls, lava lamp type sensibilities. The costumes are camp the set is camp, everything is camp. It's an absolute whale. The costumes the policemen wear while chasing runaway Leeloo are just hilarious. Many fantastic choices made all around, except for those fucking weird underpants.

Some of the sci-fi concepts in this movie FEEL overplayed and hammed up, and then I remember that it was released when a lot of this stuff was new and in-vogue, and it becomes an interesting exercise in perspective. Maybe they were pioneers, what do I know? I'm having an absolute ball.

Okay, so Leeloo falls directly through the roof of Korben Dallas' cab, and before you say anything, I do have many choice words throughout this recap/review about the infamous trope borne of this movie, "Born Sexy Yesterday," and I am aware of its existence. These opinions are sprinkled throughout alongside my others.

So Bruce Willis seems to be a big fan of this strange woman who, especially in this scene, acts very childlike. Korben's interest doesn't really read as creepy in this scene, until later when he randomly assaults her. You know, like a creep would do. I digress.

Leeloo knows how to read Roman lettering, and while I understand this choice in this scene, I do think it doesn't make sense and kills a little bit of world building. Whatever. Language guy complaining about language stuff.

Speaking of world building, there are a lot of worldbuilding things conveyed visually and through dialog in this movie that arent ham-fisted exposition vomit, and I am very fond of them. The hitch inside the rear door of Dallas' cab, saying Leeloo "doesn't have a file," the Fog? That is never explained? This world has some suggestion of richness and intrigue that I love to see from sci-fi. They waste no time painting "THIS IS THE POINT" with big red letters, because it's just setdressing, and I think that ultimately makes these details really sing.

I love the dialog and energy in the high speed chase scene, the vertical train, the Fog??? The way this movie doesn't need to explain itself. Until it does explain itself. Blatantly. And then I get sad.

In a lot of ways, I think this movie's actual plot is the least interesting part of it. More on this later.

It also *really* seems like this movie was sponsored by McDonald's.

A nearly unconscious Leeloo begs Korben Dallas to take her to Cornelius, before passing out with such cartoonish vigor that I originally thought she was kidding.

So Korben takes Leeloo to Cornelius' apartment, getting originally turned away for being mistaken for newlyweds (barf). Instead of knocking again, he just kicks down the door. Cornelius realizes due to a tattoo on her inner wrist that she's the Fifth Element (!) and passes out. Korben places her on the couch.

Now, I don't really understand why Korben Dallas chooses to sexually assault Leeloo by kissing her while she's unconscious in this scene. It not only feels gross, it also feels kind of unprecedented. They've met once, had approximately the amount of chemistry you'd expect, and then she passed out. Maybe in the 90's this felt spontaneous and romantic, but to me it just feels like he did it for no reason. I wish she had actually shot him. Thankfully, her outburst of rage at this momentarily makes her feel a little less like a literal grade-schooler, a much needed respite.

Milla Jovovich does what I think is a pretty good job at keeping her pronunciation of the divine language consistent throughout the scenes where she speaks it. She's Ukranian-American, but I have no idea if she's bilingual or had an accent coach or something. Either way, well done Ms. Jovovich!

Anyway, Cornelius walks in having suddenly changed into these silly ass robes, a great sight gag, and kicks Korben out of the room, but not before he reveals that the words that Leeloo yelled at Korben meant "never without my permission," which really made me wish she had shot him *twice*.

The scene where Korben talks to his friend, Finger, about Leeloo was clearly supposed to be romantic, I'm sure. It actually makes him look like a freak. I hated him for much of this movie.

Now, Back to the Mangalores. The Mangalores are a warrior race who have been hired by the big evil of this movie-- Gary Oldman. For some reason, they decided to make him southern. Not that I'm really complaining, but characters in this movie seem to have accents for no reason, and I really love it.

I love Gary Oldman in this movie. His character, Zorg, is fitted with one of the most ridiculous wardrobes of the entire cast. He has this odd plastic cap on his head, a flaccid mohawk, and the filthiest facial hair possible (a soul patch). He is fucking awesome. I love Zorg.

Spliced between parts of this arms deal, we learn that the stones aren't in the case. Leeloo tells Cornelius that in case they were stolen, the stones were given to someone trusted by the Mondoshawans, but not before changing clothes in front of him and his apprentice. I swear, she does this like three times in this movie.

The cut back to Leeloo in this scene right after Zorg realizes the box is empty is really well done. Effective, funny, punchy. She laughs like a freak, it's great.

There's a bit of dialog Zorg has with his right hand man right after this failed arms deal where he talks about his philosophy around warriors and why he prefers killers. I love this bit. The way he just coldly leaves them with a bomb built into his holy-overkill-gun is hard as shit, and it gives us a nice insight into our villain in the first scene he's in. I like it. I like Zorg.

Speaking of Zorg, we get a proper introduction to him just after. Here is one of the most interesting scenes in this film, where we get some insight about Zorg and Cornelius' respective opinions on life and death.

The interesting thing about this scene is that I kind of agree with Zorg, his saying that death exists to create life for the living, ostensibly feeding the cycle of life and progress. Regardless, he is painted as stupid when Cornelius has to rescue him from choking on a cherry.

And why the hell would you ever put a whole cherry in a glass of water? You're basically asking to choke to death. And Cornelius has a point, why don't you, a guy who has a special button to unearth his bizarre elephantine freak creature from the secret drawer in your desk, have a special robot to smack you on the back when you're choking? *Especially* when you do dumb shit like putting whole pit-in cherries in your glasses of water? Answer me that, Jean-Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg.

Actually, I don't know how this bit is supposed to disprove Zorg's point. All it really proves is that people need each other sometimes, which has nothing to do with what Zorg was actually saying to Cornelius here. Now, we could argue that it goes against the way that he executes this philosophy, which is true, being that he is a weird freaky villain who has henchmen, but I don't want to argue that. Because the fact that they have this strange sum-zero philosophical argument where they're ostensibly not even talking to each other is way funnier.

Right after this there's a bit where he sends his right hand man to literally bug the space-oval office. As in, it's a cockroach with a little camera and microphone on it. This bit is super funny. No thematic relevance, I just loved watching the president fucking cream the roach with his shoe while Zorg's henchman writhed in pain from the mic feedback.

The next important scene, by which I mean the next scene, starts with a healthy serving of "Sci-Fi setting that is weird about Asian people." Get behind me, Mr. Kim, this movie doesn't respect you enough.

Anyway, Korben's hilariously young adult-sounding mother calls him on the phone to bitch at him insanely about how he never calls and gives us a key piece of information-- Korben has won an all expenses paid trip to Fhloston Paradise! This coincidentally is where Leeloo told Cornelius the person with the stones was. This contest was actually alluded to on Korben's television in his first scene as well. This movie is very, *very* good at setup-payoff. Lots of domino situations.

Korben professional-improvs his way out of a police confrontation (organized by Zorg) just to get walloped over the head by Cornelius, who intends to steal his tickets so he and Leeloo can save planet Earth. In the process, he also puts his former superior officer in a freezer. Everyone wants Korben's sweet sweet bod in this scene. It's really something.

There's a couple of details about Korben's character and his relationship with Leeloo in this scene that jumped out at me, and I will be addressing them alongside the others of their ilk later in this review.

Cornelius hatches a plan to make his apprentice David impersonate Korben so they can get to Fhloston. It doesn't work, of course, because this movie chose to represent being knocked out the most realistically I've ever seen in a blockbuster flick. Korben is only down for the count for a second or two, which means he caught up with them and pulled some more startlingly effective improvisation out of his ass to get on this flight with Leeloo. It's really remarkable how good this ex military guy is at improv. Get his ass behind a mic. Get Korben on Whose Zorg is it Anyway, and pay me royalties.

I have a note here that just says "Everyone in this movie wears what I can only describe as rave wear. It's pretty hilarious." I have nothing to add. That's accurate.

So they're boarding this flight, right? And here's a real doozy. 1 out of 2 of my impassioned rants on one specific character in this movie who we meet in this scene. Ruby Rhod. Ruby ffffucking Rhod.

I actually *need* to talk about this guy. He is like the Prince of outer space. His scenes where he does his talk show are mesmerizing, zany, all over the place. I felt like I was having a nightmare. He's fascinating, fabulous, flamboyant, some other f word that I'm choosing not to say right now. His use of "green" to mean "good" is just perfect. Korben's completely dodgy and stiff responses are honestly the perfect contrast to Ruby in this scene. They're foils. This scene has captivated me. Ruby prowls around while tiger growling noises play in the background and flirts with this random stewardess ON AIR, inches from her face with the mic separating their mouths, promising to have sex with her later. ON AIR. It's implied that this is a normal thing that is acceptable on his show.

Ruby also has a whole gang of yes men, all of which are only slightly less flamboyantly homosexual than he is, but still feel more explicitly homosexual than Ruby, who has sex with as many women as he can possibly manage, which seems to be many, because every woman who mentions his name in this movie appears to cream their pants if he so much as breathes near them. That girl he flirted with? She moaned and collapsed on the floor right after.

The scene after the show, where Korben Dallas pins Ruby to the wall and threatens him, would have been beautifully compelling if Korben Dallas was a butch lesbian. This is the furthest thing from thoughtful character analysis, I just would have liked it more.

It's implied in the following scene that Ruby has only ever really wanted to fuck aliens before meeting this random stewardess, and we get to watch a very cleverly compiled set of scenes from wildly different locales that all fit together. Ruby having sex with this stewardess, the ship taking off, and Zorg blowing up his right hand man for failing him. They also use the Wilhelm scream in this scene, but given that the movie was made in the late 90's this is par for the course, and is really much more tasteful than usual.

For some reason, rasta(?) music is playing. There is a vaguely rastafarian man in this scene, but only for around 12 seconds. The use of regionally and culturally specific music in this movie that has no bearing on the actual space the characters inhabit is absolutely fascinating to me. There was some music earlier, playing in sci-fi New York, that I swear used a Raga scale. All the music is very good, good job Éric Serra.

After Zorg finishes exploding his frankly very competent right hand man, we get a scene where we discover that he's after the stones because some man he's working for, Mr. Shadow, wants them. Zorg is the main antagonist for most of this movie. Mr. Shadow never comes back again, and we do not need him. All he really serves to do is to make Zorg look more pathetic and give him an excuse to be more desperate when he can't get his hands on the stones, which, while fine, I think the movie could have gotten away with just having Zorg being a dramatic villain who freaks out when he doesn't get his way without this bit. Not egregious, but not really a necessary scene.

Okay, I have a big question. Why is Fhloston paradise Hawaii? It just *is* Hawaii. Did Hawaii escape to a separate planet at some point? Good for them, except that Fhloston is still a crazy tourist spot full of annoying white people, so not really. This is just Super Mega Hell 2 for Hawaiians. The song they sing in the first Fhloston scene is really good, though. Thanks, Éric.

On the topic of Fhloston, I really love the use of color in the set. Given the way the rest of this movie is, it's possible that it's more for visual contrast and not theming, but there is a scene during the opera performance that switches between complements, and the visual contrast is, well, good.

Speaking of the opera, Korben has front row seats, and its 5pm. You know what that means.

It's fucking Ruby Rhod time, baby! Ruby is back in black, in the most fantastic costume in this entire movie. Despite it showing off his entire clavicle (no exaggeration), it manages to get more and more revealing as this scene plays out. This bit where he asks Korben if he's happy with being on Fhloston in his usual over the top, loud, flamboyant way and Korben looks into his eyes, leans into the mic, and says "Thrilled" drolly is a short interaction so packed with sexual tension that I can't even argue for it without just telling you to watch the scene. This is their only interaction that really FEELS like gay sex, and it made my jaw go slack for a couple of seconds, even as the movie immediately moved on to the much more important opera segment.

Speaking of the opera, for real this time, I have one complaint. It's an annoying complaint that nobody ever wants to hear, but I'm saying it anyway because that's what I'm here to do: Diva is *not* singing. Now, maybe in some later movie review we can learn my detailed opinions on live recordings of singing performances in film (short version: I don't think they should happen, and I hate them) my main complaint is mostly that Diva's actress is just not very good at *pretending* to sing, much less opera. She doesn't pretend to breathe, doesn't try to move her mouth with the incredibly strong vibrato (understandable to some extent) but most of all, her mouth shapes just aren't right. I can concretely point to certain mouth shapes and say "that's not the shape her mouth should be when singing that vowel," it's obvious enough that I can do that. Granted, I have some experience in singing on stage, so maybe that's just my personal annoying musician experience speaking, but it was really noticeable to me. Okay, annoying complaint over, now I can say nice things

This opera, Lucia di Lammermoor with a poppy remix track towards the end, is ridiculously well performed. Diva's vocalist, Inva Mula, does a stunning job at both the formal and informal portions of this song. It's actually amazing how little of her voice had to be computer edited to sound more "alien," it's only done like twice in the portion that it's done at all, and the rest is pretty clearly just her. She really knocks it out of the park here.

The movie does something interesting here that I really enjoyed, where they periodically show us different characters reactions to this opera. Mostly Korben and Leeloo. I want to focus on Korben, who looks at Diva like this is the first time he's ever been moved in his life. Seriously, his eyes are wet and shining with unshed tears and I really mean that. Right when we get this poignant reaction out of Korben, the pop track starts playing and the somber moment abruptly ends, which is kind of what it's like watching this movie, or clicking on a Read More and discovering a film review that is easily over 5k words.

This movie has a great penchant for match cuts. Actually, most of the transition and shot choices made in this movie are really top of the line. They're all punchy, sharp, playful, to the point. Fantastic cinematographic choices, guys.

Diva finishes her performance right after Leeloo finishes fighting Zorg by getting shot at while up in an air duct. The opera is then laid siege by the Mangalores, who brutally murder Diva. This is sad for me, because I wanted her and Leeloo to be friends, and for Korben Dallas, who just felt the strongest emotion he's ever experienced thanks to her.

Ruby, of course, continues reporting on his talk show throughout the assault, because he's a goddamn professional. He also spends the next scene and a half shrieking in fear.

The reveal that the stones are literally inside Diva's body not only makes me watch one of the more disgusting scenes in this movie, it also makes me wonder-- Was Leeloo just supposed to kill her? Also, how did they get in there? Many questions and no answers, because we aren't here to fuck around.

While Diva is giving Korben this weird spiel about how Leeloo needs him and his love to survive, there's this brief cut to Leeloo, bleeding in the air vent. This cut is an absolute pang to the gut. She sits, curled up, alone, sobbing painfully with a bullet wound in her leg. She looks small, helpless, childlike in this brief scene. It was so impactful to me that it just made me angry about the way Korben and Leeloo's relationship in this movie is executed. This is another "get back to it later" thing.

For the rest of this "getting shot up by Mangalores" scene, Ruby Rhod is cowering and sniffling and screaming for Korben to help him. It's honestly like this for the rest of the movie. They're just friends now. It's awesome. I love this guy. He accidentally shoots a guy in the head and then asks Korben "You think he'll be okay?" He's the best character in this movie.

We get one of Korben's final fantastic moments of improv in this scene. It's around this point, during the "negotiation" scene, that I realized that the problem with this movie is that the best parts of it are the parts that aren't about the two characters who I'm supposed to care about the relationship between.

This scene, where Korben gets in a fighter jet, says it's just like driving a cab (a contrast from his conversation with Finger in his first scene, where he says driving a cab is easy because he isn't driving a jet) and then blows a fucking hole in the airlock and guns it out of the Fhloston ship, is so fucking cool. I'm a very simple man. It was awesome. One question, does Korben have some kind of allergy to reminding people to put seatbelts on? This is the second time he's just allowed his passengers to fly around the cabin while he drives recklessly.

Ruby's show ends at 7pm, when he tiredly proclaims that it's the best show he's ever done. I was thinking the same thing. In fact, Mr. Rhod, I really think you should hire Korben. There, now he has a new job.

Right here is where I'm going to address one of my main points (gripes) about this movie. Yes, I know, over 5k words in.

This part of the scene, where Leeloo has her weird crisis of faith about the evil of the human race, learns about war and concludes that humans aren't worth saving, falls flat to me. Sure, it feels over-played, but ultimately the problem is just that it's not done well, much like the rest of her characterization. Leeloo's depiction as being naive and childlike, which honestly only holds because she doesn't really speak fluent English, holds back her character because of the movies comphet insistence that her and Korben be romantically involved. A narrative where Leeloo, naive and unfamiliar, Leeloo, who needs other people, who sobs painfully alone in an airvent, who needs to be dried off with a towel after getting soaked with water, is actually a child, would be more compelling. And her not being able to reconcile with the evils of humanity would also have felt more convincing if she was literally a child. Like, of *course* she can't see the situation with any nuance, she's a kid. A narrative where Leeloo and Korben's dynamic is more familial would be more interesting, and honestly the way she's characterized already lends itself so perfectly to this narrative that there were points where I got actually upset that the movie refused to go that direction.

I'll go ahead and talk about Korben's character here as well. Korben is a refreshing detraction from the classic grizzled tough guy trope that we tend to see in action movies. Whether this is a result of 90's zeitgeist or just the writer's own preferences, I don't know, but I noticed it. I was expecting Korben Dallas to be a sort of obnoxious, emotionally stunted brick wall of a guy-- but he isn't, really. Korben is quick on his feet, improvisational, messy, and sure he's genius with a gun, but he's also *nice*. He's nice in a distinctly not "Grizzled emotionally stunted guy" way. When he accidentally gets Leeloo soaking wet, he gets her a towel at warp speed, apologizes up and down in a much softer tone than he ever uses for anything else. I thought at first "of course, because he likes her," but then-- Then! When he discovers that he's accidentally plastic-wrapped Cornelius, he rips the plastic and apologizes-- in the same sort of tone. He adapts his approach to the Mangalore barrage in the cruise ship to Ruby Rhod, never complains about Ruby being a nuisance or being in his way, just brings him along and asks him to help out. I honestly really like Korben Dallas. Which is why, upon reflecting on earlier scenes in this movie, it really irritates me that he just kisses Leeloo for no reason, or even that he's in love with her at all.

That scene I mentioned, where Korben dries her off, or even as early as the cab scene where she's talking animatedly to him in the divine language and we get the "bada boom" dialog, just oozes a kind of gentleness and care that doesn't speak satisfactorily to romance or sex. Leeloo, this childlike character, and Korben, this gentle man who happens to be great with guns, don't feel like husband and wife. They don't feel like sexual partners. He feels like her father. That moment with the shower soured the rest of their dynamic for me during my rewatch, because I kept thinking about how much better it could be. That dynamic, as I've already said, would have been deeply compelling, especially given the final reveal of the movie.

Now that we've escaped Fhloston, we've headed back to the temple in Egypt. This is that meta function of the first scene I said I'd address-- without it, there is no sense of a sort of circular journey the film takes. The film establishing this temple *is* important, because otherwise this scene where we return to it just wouldn't land as well. That said, I do still think the first scene is a little odd and clunky. Then again, so is much of this movie, and it's still a good scene.

Our characters spend a frustratingly long time decoding a "riddle" that Leeloo tells Korben, one which was so simple that I was yelling at my laptop the first time I watched it. We get another very gratifying and subtle payoff from an earlier scene where we see Korben has only one match left, which he needs for the fire stone. Earlier, we see him subtly take his penultimate match from the box. This movie's Chekov game is crazy.

Much like this review, Leeloo says something that feels deeply substantial nearly 2 hours into a 2 hour long movie. She says "I don't know love. I was made to protect, not to love. There is no use for me other than this."

This line is so compelling to me. It's the most CHARACTER I've seen from her in the whole movie, and its 2 hours in. We do not get to explore it.

You might have noticed, based on this line, what the Fifth Element actually is. What Leeloo needs in order to activate her Element and shoot the big fuckoff laser into the evil fire ball.

Its ~Love~.

This is, of course, ridiculously corny and requires them to kiss nasty on the mouth for longer than I would have liked to see (Of course, I would have like to not see it at all).

I don't actually mind this conclusion or the theming. It's silly, but so is the whole movie. But you might, like me, see an issue here.

If we had approached this movie the way I so desperately craved, made their dynamic more familial, made Leeloo a child and given Korben a new weird alien daughter, this conclusion would have been leagues more powerful.

Not only would it be a unique approach to what is usually a very hetero and sexual genre, it would have given a much more gratifying conclusion to Korben's character arc. At the beginning of his arc, Korben talks about how he's looking for a perfect woman after his wife left him. In the movie, Korben just... *gets* the perfect woman. He gets exactly what he wanted and he learns nothing. If Korben instead had to reckon with this new facet of his life and identity, had to reconcile with being thrust into quasi-fatherhood, he might actually have deigned to, you know, *develop* as a character. He would have *learned* something. I'm not saying every single character in the movie has to learn something, but the main goddamn character probably should, right?

But since it's an ~adult movie~ for ~grown ups~, we can't tell compelling family narratives, and the movie has to end with them having sex in a reactor pod. I hate that. I hated that conclusion and my least favorite part of this movie was its main conceit, which was genuinely tragic given how enjoyable I found the rest of the film.

So, I'll leave you with this.

The Fifth Element (1997) is a *good* movie. It's incredibly fun, zany, raunchy, and lively. The music is very good, the costuming and set design is whimsical and fantastic. It's a little weird about Asians. It birthed one of the worst cinema tropes ever invented, and it didn't even have to, because the movie would have been really, deeply beautiful if it hadn't.

And Korben Dallas should have been a butch lesbian.

Actually, I'll leave you by saying that the song that plays in the credits of this movie is really good. "Little Light of Love," it's called. I'm going to link it so you can experience it, too.

[thebearme]

got any zoey headcanons?

YES!! imma bout to go off-

Zoey is Korean-Russian. (Dad is Russian and mom is Korean.)

Was a military kid so she hopped to place to place but when her dad was home the arguing would continue. Eventually leading to a divorce.

Her pet hamster and cat kept her company during these times.

Miss Puffy Cheeks (the hamster) is unkillable. Kid Zoey would make up stories of MPC being a tough, resilient military hamster that has a secret life outside of being her pet like Parry the platypus. She finds it silly now but she still can't figure out where MPC goes when she's at school.

Zoey lives with her dad. (she was always a daddy's girl even if she hates to admit.)

Zoey was a quiet but kind girl when she was younger, always a people pleaser and it only got worse in the beginning of high school.

She always got bullied by the jocks of the school for being a push-over, pick-me girl and a quiet kid.

One day they put gum soo far up in her long hair the next day it was ALL cut to her shoulders length.

Later she dyed her brown hair to red. (Cuz red looks cute but also because it gives her SOME control in her situation.)

When I think of Zoey being into indie stuff I think of arty tiktok. (like arthoe, indiekid, vintagecore suff like that)

During All Star Zoey was the girls counselor (by force) and a couple counselors (by force). By the end of it she got sick of being everyone's therapist. She LOVES helping her friends but it gets hard to do so when you have no choice.

Zoey's favorite time period is the 50s, as well is Vito. (the ONLY thing they have in common)

She's also go on dates with Svetlana. (🏳️‍🌈lesbeans)

Zoey also does Svetlana's makeup sometimes.

Zoey likes putting stickers on things and people.

In MZC team (Mike, Zoey and Cam) Zoey thinks she's the mom friend. (everyone is the mom friend.)

In a High school au their friend group is literally JUST Ned's declassified survival guide.

Btw Zoey and Mike are the types of mfs to instead of dancing in the prom they will dance in the rain outside together. (I watched too many 00s 10s Disney shows.)

Cause Zoey was a military kid she had trained with her dad in self-defense. (This is where commando Zoey came to be!) Even though she never uses it, it's still a useful skill.

Zoey is sumwhat able to catch up to Manitoba pace when they hike together.

Jo hangs out with Zoey and Svetlana, they go to the gym together.

Sammy and Zoey are friends and go to the same school (Zoey is two grades ahead.) and they spend lunch together sometimes. (depending if Amy kicks Sammy out from her lunch table.)

Zoey's cat (Fluffy) has beef with Mike because he thinks Mike is taking his mother from him. (Her attention whore cat.)

She does NOT like conflict. Zoey will have a panic attack if people argue in front of her, let alone make her choose sides.

Zoey takes a major in psychology and a minor in fashion.

Zoey and Brick are classmates and great friends.

Brick and her have a lil side project where they make outfits for Dekota size. (she really appreciates it.)

A little silly thing Zoey does when she's bored is that she draws on her or others skin. Mike tends to have the most drawings on him (hands & arms) it grounds him and also because her drawings are cute. She doesn't draw on Cam because he's to afraid of the chemicals in the markers or pen.

Zoey hates the idea of choosing sides so much after she finishes college she moves in with Mike. Not smart financial but at least she won't have to tell one of her mom or dad that she chose to be with the other parent instead of them.

Zoey has a little bit of strained relationship with her parents.

Mal and Zoey would ✨lovingly✨ beat each other up. They're ADHD VS AUTISM incarnate. (Mal hates mfs with red hair and pronouns!! /j)

Zoey is Molly McGee on adderall.

Her and Gwen would get tongue piercings together.

Zoey has a granddaughter relationship with Chaster, a good one but she still try's not to upset him anymore then he already is. (btw no one has told him that Zoey is half-Russian and none of them plan to.)

Zoey take more years in college later and became a teacher; I imagine she's Mille's teacher. After the TDI reboot Mille comes back to class feeling guilty that she couldn't finish her thesis paper about people her generation's psychology but made a backup paper about her own insecurities. And of course Zoey completely understands and tells Mill it's ok to feel insecure but make sure to keep yourself in check so that insecurity doesn't turn into judgement for others problems and trauma. (this one had abit more projection in this. superiority complexes in Gen Z's that "aren't like the others" virus is a real problem man.)

(Because I aint planning to re-re-redesign Zoey.) take a list of songs that give a Zoey vibe.

[allaazz2024]

La politica nel film Il Padrino

Dopo l'assassinio di Sonny, Don Vito decise di concludere una "tregua di pace" con le Cinque Famiglie, perché vide che continuare la guerra con loro gli sarebbe costato molto, soprattutto perché la famiglia Corleone

Ho subito shock e perdite.

La tregua di pace era necessaria dal punto di vista di Vito, innanzitutto per poter ricostruire

La forza della famiglia e in secondo luogo la preparazione

Per il ritorno del figlio Michael e la sua insedia- zione a capofamiglia,

Quando questi due elementi saranno completi, i Corleone scateneranno di nuovo la guerra

Questa volta sarà una crudele guerra di vendetta.

Questo era l'obiettivo e il progetto di Don Vito

In realtà è successo dopo la sua morte e il ritorno della sua famiglia

Corleone è più forte che mai...

L’arte politica politica non si limita solo agli stati e alle repubbliche, ne abbiamo bisogno in...

I più piccoli dettagli della nostra vita privata

[romanceyourdemons]

heat (1995), highly renowned and extremely influential, provides an interesting revisionist take on the crime film genre that runs parallel to the heroic bloodshed genre. i do not know whether director michael mann intentionally drew from the works of john woo, johnnie to, ringo lam, etc when making this film, but later films that derive from this one, such as the departed (2005), certainly did. in either case, both film traditions update the neo-noir and heist genres with a more meditative pace, a more brutal presence of violence, and more existential themes. like a better tomorrow (1986) and the killer (1989), the film presents a cop and a criminal whose respect for one another clashes with their ties to their side of the law. al pacino’s frenzied energy, which he used to paint an unbalanced but deeply caring bank robber in dog day afternoon (1975), creates a detective who complements robert de niro’s vito corleone-reminiscent cool criminal. both characters serve as linchpins in the film’s exploration of violence and loneliness. this exploration, which comes to the conclusion that the introduction of violence in one’s life leaves one inevitably, unstoppably alone, and yet not necessarily lonely, has some utterly devastating moments. however, i do feel that as the film loses the flamboyance of heroic bloodshed films for a more sleek, more neorealist feel, so also does it give up on truly exploring or putting pathos into any forms of relationship other than heterosexual romantic—a striking loss indeed, given that it is largely from these other relationships that heroic bloodshed films gain much of their power, be they fraternal, parental, and especially the relationship of sworn brothers. however, even if this film does not go for the jugular in terms of pathos as much as it could, its slick and simple style and it’s powerful central performances keep the story constantly moving forward. heat (1995) is, despite its length, a neat and effective film and a key entry in its genre, and i would recommend it

[team-harmonic]

Welcome to Team Harmonic, the most just and peaceful team on Silonus.

Hello, I am the leader of Team Harmonic, Beatrix Pace (She/Her). I am also the lead professor in the reigon of Silonus. You may call me Professor Beatrix.

Here is a list of my admins who will be running this account alongside me.

Admin Yanny (Yvaine) [She/They]

Admin V (Vito) [He/Him]

Admin Mynnie (Tasmyn) They/She/He

Q/A

What is Team Harmonic?

Team Harmonic is a team dedicated to bringing peace to the reigon of Silonus.

What does Team Harmonic do?

Team Harmonic builds pokemon-free zones, battle-specific arenas, and removes public noise concerns. We fight for laws to be passed against public disturbances. We also care for pokemon who have been mistreated by inexperienced trainers, and collect Pokemon who cause public disturbances.

Is Team Harmonic an evil team?

Team Harmonic does not designate itself as an evil team. While some may accuse us of evil, we are only dealing out justice and making the reigon a better place to live.

Does Team Harmonic want to kill all sound types?

Yes and no.

Originally, our goal was to eradicate all harmful Pokemon from the reigon of Silonus and branch out from there. However, this goal was a bit to big to start with. Instead, we plan on banning certain Pokemon from battle, then some Pokemon from being owned, and then a few Pokemon species will be eradicated.

Does sound type even exist?

Yes. It is not a battling type, however, but instead helps us to identify Pokemon who cause public disturbances.

//OOC below the cut

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[staticintone]

This has been a long time coming, but here is my "Nonspecific/Non-writing RAM playlist". As in, lots of random songs that don't necessarily fit my Alastor, the vibes, or I feel like they only fit some particular situations. Warning: the list is long for absolutely no good reason.

Bubblegum, love, or overall pop-y songs that absolutely do not fit the vibes (or are almost crack) but are funny or awful in context:

Unconditionally [Katy Perry]—Alastor to Vox. Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) [Ne-Yo]—Alastor to Vox. Walls [Natalie Taylor]—Alastor to Vox. Part of Your World (Reprise) [Jodi Benson]—Vox to Alastor. Irreplaceable [Beyoncé]—Multiverse song that the Voxs probably assume Alastor would sing about them. The Phantom of the Opera [Andrew Lloyd Webber]—Come on, I had to, for Vox and Alastor. Lost in the Woods [Jonathan Groff]—Vox to Alastor, or even vice versa if you're like me and think Alastor is the most. Infinity [Jaymes Young]—This is just Alastor's love song in general, but a lot more twisted in context. FRIENDS [Marshmello, Anne-Marie]—Not my Alastor, but the canon RAM Alastor to Vox. One Last Time [Ariana Grande]—Not a perfect one to one, but Valentino to Vox potentially. Oops...I Did It Again [Britney Spears]—Alastor playing around with Vox's feelings knowing the directive will set in and prevent him from doing anything about it. Slipping [Neil Patrick Harris]—Multiverse Alastor shenanigans. Welcome to My Life [Simple Plan]—Vito to the other Voxs getting RAM'd in the multiverse. We Don't Talk About Bruno [Encanto - Cast]—Multiverse Alastors talking about RAM Alastor. Isabella is Alex in particular. The Best Day Ever [Spongebob Squarepants]—Niffty. Chasing Cars [Snow Patrol]—Vox and Alastor. Horny Angry Tango [Rachel Bloom, Scott Michael Foster]—The fight between Alastor and Vox. GUY.exe [Superfruit]—Alastor, especially in the multiverse. You're My Best Friend (And I Know I'm Not Yours) [Pete Gardner]—Niffty to Vox probably. Confrontation [Jekyll & Hyde]—Main and RAM Alastor, but Jekyll is RAM and Main is Hyde. Those Magic Changes [Sha Na Na]—Vox in the tower during those seven years. Skin [Sabrina Carpenter]—Alastor in the multiverse to all his detractors. Jaded [Miley Cyrus]—Multiverse Alastor to the Vox leading the charge against him. Psycho [Taylor Acorn]—Alastor to Vox. Lover Of Mine [5 Seconds of Summer]—Alastor to Vox. Francesca [Hozier]—Alastor to Vox in the most twisted of contexts. Skyscraper [Demi Lovato]—Vox to Alastor. you broke me first [Tate McRae]—Alastor to Vox. Broken [Lifehouse]—Vox to Alastor. Let Go [Frou Frou]—Alastor to Vox.

Songs that fit the AU a little better but might be questionable for one reason or another:

In the End [Linkin Park]—Vox. Comatose [Skillet]—Vox to Alastor. The Killing Kind [Marianas Trench]—This song is in three parts, but the first part feels very Alastor, especially the building manic pace. Saints [Echos]—A more lucid Vox to Alastor. Scratch [Kendall Payne]—Velvette about herself and Vox. Falling Inside the Black [Skillet]—Vox to Alastor. Hurt [Christina Aguilera]—Velvette to Vox. Silk [Crywolf, MOTHICA]—This is overall a sex song, but I think taken literally it has very Vox and Alastor vibes. Before You Go [Lewis Capauldi]—Valentino to Vox. CEPHALOTUS [Crywolf]—Vox. Without You [Breaking Benjamin]—Valentino to Vox. Leave My Body [Florence + The Machine]—Vox. The Diary of Jane [Breaking Benjamin]—Vox to Alastor. Car Radio [Twenty One Pilots]—Vox. DATURA [paroxysm] [Crywolf]—Vox about Alastor. Believe [Mumford & Sons]—Vox to Alastor. Sail [AWOLNATION]—Alastor. Black Magic [Jaymes Young]—Vox to Alastor. Not Who We Were [Em Beihold]—Niffty. ULTRAVIOLENT [adrenochrome] [Crywolf]—Vox to Alastor. Love [Daughter]—Valentino about Vox and Alastor. Blame [Echos]—Vox. Craving - Acoustic [YMIR]—Vox to Alastor. House a Habit [We Are the Guests]—Not sure why, but it gives me big Niffty vibes. Frozen [Within Temptation]—Vox to Alastor and potentially vice versa. Hate Me [Blue October]—Alastor to Vox, in some ways, but not all. Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) [Eurythmics]—Alastor.

Songs that are incredibly specific to either particular roleplays or circumstances:

Learn to Love [Jessi Smiles, Joey Emmanuel]—Velvette and Valentino to Vox, particularly if he gets his memories back and is trying to move on. Slowly [Susanne Sundfør]—Potentially Vox during the Reassurance phase of my version of the Ordeal. The Seal Lullaby [Eric Whitacre]—The Reassurance phase, and potentially what Alastor would have hummed or sang during it. Angels [Within Temptation]—Either Other Ending or Heaven Ending Vox.

[askthechronoverse]

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The investigators took a seat at the largest booth in the cafe, the Pokemon with the sombrero almost instinctively bringing their drinks to them after they settled. Tim thanked the Pokemon, which he called Ludoculo, before pulling out his notebook.

“All right. According to the testimony I've gotten: the curator was the first to leave that night. He had a fundraiser to go to to get funding for renovations to the museum. The janitor had been the last to leave, but he cleaned that room prior to the curator leaving. The owner of the plates, a woman named Akari, had left with the curator, since they were going to the same fundraiser. She was considering donating the plates full time and the fundraiser was going to be where she was going to announce her decision.”

“Did the janitor or Akari notice the smell in that room?” Vito asked, taking a very large gulp of this coffee, then sticking his tongue out because it was still way too hot for his consumption.

“Akari was the one who designed the layout of the display. It's one of the most accurate displays for the Spear Pillar that has been created by a museum to date. That accuracy was all the way down to an authentic Hisuian cake, which would have been created as an offering to the Pokemon Arceus.” Tim flipped through his notes. “The janitor does remember smelling that type of sweet smell, but assumed it was the cake on display doing it. Akari doesn't seem to remember an actual cake being used or anything being sprayed on the cake to make it smell, but the curator said he specifically asked for the cake to smell as realistic as possible. He even found a baker that was a descendant of a very well-known chef in that period of time who still had the recipe, which was passed down to them.” Vito hummed.

“I think you said that there was a Pokemon that was hard to see. Was there any other unusual activity on the cameras?”

“The camera did seem to glitch after the kecleon appeared, but other than that there wasn't anything unusual for the rest of the night.” Tim shrugged. “I've seen the tape and I didn't see anything too noteworthy other than that.” His eyes lit up after a moment of thought. “Actually. I saw about 5 minutes after the glitch that there were berries in front of the altar. The curator told me that those berries came off of the cake. Kit and Bellamy: do you remember if the cake had berries on it?”

“The cake wasn't decorated. It just looked like a very sticky rice cake.” Bellamy spoke faster than Kit could.

“Huh. I wonder why he said that the berries were part of the cake.” Before anything else could be discussed, a sopping wet headband was thrown on the center of the table. It was dark blue and had lightning bolts on it. The table looked up and saw a very perturbed and flustered Ken.

“I finally found my headband. I think that squirrel is out to get me. I opened our door and it stared at me and coughed it up. It never broke eye contact!”

“Can you describe what you saw for me?” Tim pulled out a pen to take notes.

“It had a long bushy tail and big cheeks. Reminded me of something I saw in the Real World. I'm not sure what it's actually called, but it shouted the word “Vet” several times!” Kit gestured for Ken to sit down, which he did.

“Vet… I think you're talking about the Pokemon Skwovet. I think it was attracted to the smell of your…” Tim sniffed. “Hair gel? I think. They like berries and your hair smells strongly like them.”

“I can understand why. That's Hair Surprise Barbie’s famous berry sweet gel! All the Kens have been using it! It makes us look our best for our Barbies and it smells so good you could eat it. But you really shouldn't eat hair gel.” There was a period of silence as Tim watched Pikachu pace, then strike a pose. Pikachu spoke excitedly and frantically.

“Can you show me where that Skwovet is now?” Tim asked calmly. Ken looked at him like he had three heads but slowly nodded and led the group out of the cafe.

Ken stormed into a park and pointed to a small squirrellike Pokemon. It was too busy to notice them, choosing to stuff its little face with so many berries, Kit was worried it was going to burst. The skwovet looked up at the humans and chittered. Pikachu walked up to the other Pokemon and the two began to converse in their own language. Kit watched the exchange, mesmerized.

“How do they talk like that?” Kit asked Tim. “How do they understand each other?”

“I think Pokemon have an understanding with each other. They sound different, but it's a common language.” Tim took his eyes off Pikachu to address Kit. “I feel like that's the same with humans, in a way. We may all speak different languages, but we do understand each other sometimes on a more emotional level.”

“That's pretty deep.” Kit said in awe.

“I have my moments.” Tim chuckled. “I wonder where they're going.” As he said this, he followed the two Pokemon. The rest of the group followed suit. Eventually, the Pokemon led them to a pile of leaves, which the squirrel Pokemon dug through to expose a simple wooden box. Pikachu opened the box to reveal the heavy smell of milk and honey. There was nothing in it, but it was clearly sticky.

“Interesting.” Tim completely uncovered the box, which was revealed to be a modified crate with “Gold Lapras Shipping, from Sinnoh to You!” stamped on it. It was addressed to the museum. “Wait… I think I know who the culprit is. Why didn't I see that before?�� He turned to the others. “I'll explain everything on the way over. Come on! We have to get to the museum!” The group followed Tim and Pikachu as they rushed for the museum. Kit stopped as she saw a shadow behind a tree. She approached the silhouette, seeing his cape billowing in the wind.

“Hey! You need to explain yourself! What's this about a war? How are we soldiers in this supposed war? How do you know my dad?” Kit demanded while the being folded his arms.

“Out of three questions, you only asked one that matters. So I guess I'll answer it because apparently your parents lied to you more than I thought. I know who you are. Catherine Brickowski. Only daughter of Rex Dangervest and Richard Brickington and I can't even tell you which of your parents is the worst.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Tell me: what happens to the Unikingdom if both Unikitty and Puppycorn step down? You have to know that by now, surely.”

“I hate thinking about that.” Kit stepped back, shaking her head.

“But you must for this to work. Because of your lineage, you would become the queen. I don't think even your fathers thought that through when they agreed to be parents. Maybe they thought you would never have to worry about that. After all, Puppycorn is young and has plenty of time to make sure the crown stays within his direct bloodline.” The stranger tapped his claws against his arm. “You were probably raised with that distant possibility in mind. You became a pawn of the kingdom the second you drew your first breath. Same for me. The Unikingdom and my side have been locked in this game for years. But maybe you need to ask your father, the one who didn't decide to attempt genocide on his own people for childish reasons.”

“My uncle said he was in pain and thought-!”

“Well that's a nice way to sugar coat it. Your dad destroyed the universe because he spent five years in isolation. He was angry because he thought his friends abandoned him. So instead of asking them why they didn't come to save him like an adult would do, he decided to go back in time and manipulate himself into ending everything.” The stranger sounded impatient. “Of course your Uncle Emmet would put it that way. He was probably asked to in order to keep you under your dad's thumb. Keeping you in the dark as much as possible to make sure you do anything he asks you to. Are you in contact with them? It would be easier if you told me what your orders were.”

“I haven't talked to any of my family since I started this whole thing! They didn't tell me to do anything! They don't even know I'm here!” Kit was starting to sound upset, tears beginning to pour down her face. “I just want my dad back! That's all!”

“So you are doing this just for your father. You're selfish as he is. Don't worry: once I get the foundation elements, you don't have to worry about any of this. You probably won't have to worry about anything ever again.” He turned to leave. “I have to go. The great detective is about to reveal who has what is mine by right.” He vanished through a portal, leaving Kit stunned. She steeled her gaze and ran toward the museum, hoping she could get there faster than the stranger.

She stopped when she got to the entrance, where a portal opened within the doorway. Tim pointed to the curator, who held the Legend Plate in his arms.

“... Used the honey to lure Skwovet to the spot! He shoved the plates in his mouth one by one and ran to the crate in the park to drop them off. Meanwhile, the camera was focused on Kecleon! The only thing I don't understand is why you took them.”

“My plans don't matter much now. I'm- Hey!” Clawed hands reached through the portal and grabbed the Legend Plate out of his hands. The stranger poked his hooded head out of the portal.

“You're right. It doesn't matter. Only mine does.” Almost immediately, he disappeared through the portal and it closed.

Kit put her head in her hands, letting hot tears flow down her face.

[viitlumi]

Starter for @mindsafe ♥ The streets of Wall Rose had settled into a quiet calm as the last of the evening light bled away. Lanterns flickered at intervals along the cobblestone paths, casting soft, wavering light that danced on the uneven stones. The bustle of the day had faded, replaced by the gentle murmur of distant voices seeping out from behind half-open tavern doors. There was a coolness to the air now, a sharpness that carried the scent of burning wood and something savory cooking far off in the distance.

Vito was strolling at a relaxed pace, his braid swaying lightly with each step. His sharp amber eyes flicked casually over the quiet streets, soaking in the details of the night. Two months on Paradis, and the place still felt like a blank page, fresh and waiting for something interesting to happen. After hours spent huddled in meetings—debating ideas, negotiating proposals —he was desiring something a bit easier. Something more profound and fun.

His feet carried him toward a tucked-away corner where a small, unassuming bar sat wedged between two larger buildings. The bright glow spilling from its windows caught his eye first, followed by the soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses that drifted into the night. The door was slightly crooked on its hinges, the sign above the entrance faded with age. Perfect.

Pushing open the door, the Northerner stepped inside, immediately greeted by the warmth that enveloped the entire room. The bar was cozy, its low ceilings and worn wooden flooring giving it a lived-in aesthetic. Candles flickered on cluttered tables, casting long shadows across the gnarled walls. It smelled of wood, liquor, and the faint sweetness of pipe smoke—a comforting blend that made it easy to forget the world outside.

A few heads turned briefly as he entered, curiosity lingering for just a moment before the patrons returned to their quiet conversations, some gazes lingered though, at first not cognizant of Vito as a Paradis confidant. The place was filled with locals, each absorbed in their own worlds—a group laughing loudly in the back, a few lone figures sipping brews at the counter, and the rest exchanging murmured conversations over half-empty glasses. No one stared for too long, though he could feel the glances—the usual quick assessment of someone who clearly wasn’t from here. He let them examine him. It didn’t bother him.

The Northerner made his way to the reception area, settling easily against the worn wood of the counter. The bartender, a grizzled man with a face like old leather, glanced at him, wiping down a glass without saying a word. Vito caught his eye and offered a slight smile—friendly, but with a hint of merriment behind it.

"Something strong," he announced, his voice dulcet, the words falling naturally as if he’d been a regular here for years. The brunette studied the language to nigh flawless detail, and there was virtually no perceptible hint of an accent resting on his tongue.

The bartender raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask any questions. He reached for a bottle on the higher shelf, its label faded and worn. He poured a generous quantity of dark liquor into a tumbler and slid it across the counter.

"You're not from around here, are you, boy?" the old man inquired with a wry smile, wiping down the faucet with a rag as he eyed the stranger. He took in the man's sharp features and the odd getup—a long, dark coat and a hood lined with white fur, probably rabbit.

"Boy … huh?" Vito chuckled, the sound light and easy, setting his hand against his cheek, warm honey hues staring towards the other man in front of him. "You’re too kind, old man." The bartender burst into a hearty laugh at the brunette’s audacious quip, the sound echoing through the room with genuine amusement.

Vito picked up the glass, turning it slowly in his hand before taking a sip. The burn hit him first, followed by a rich, smoky warmth that spread down his throat and settled in his chest. He nodded to himself, satisfied. It had been precisely what he needed.

The bar, with its dim light and low hum of conversation, was just right. No fuss, no grand display—just good drink and the quiet company of people living their lives. Vito leaned back against the counter, letting his gaze drift over the room, examining, curious, as he took another slow sip.

[oscarupsets]

The Godfather Part II acts as both a prequel and a sequel, with time split between the rise of Vito (a large section of the novel on which the original is based) and the recent transfer of power to Michael.

Following release, it received a harsh review from Vincent Camby of the NYT. This is only a short excerpt, but know it goes on for quite a while with the same sentiment.

Part II has the same tunes, shootouts and suspense as the original. The back-and-forth style between young Vito and present day Michael feels like organized chaos, but is strengthened by the acting of both De Niro and Pacino. I found it a bit more difficult to follow than Part I, especially when they get to Cuba.

Recent reviews are much more favorable, and many consider it one of the greatest of all time alongside The Godfather.

Jack Nicholson returns to our upset list with Chinatown. The immersive 1930s style mimics previous winner The Sting, but with more violence.

Vincent Camby gave a considerably shorter review for this one, but still didn't seem overly impressed. I find his reviews to be too pretentious and wordy at times, so I kept my clipping to a minimum.

I had a good time with this one. It's a solid mystery with good pacing. The average viewer can follow it without feeling either bored or confused. I found the ending to be a bit rushed, and the concept of literal "Chinatown" felt forced, but I won't let the abrupt ending ruin the initial 2 hours.

The Godfather Part II beat out the original Godfather by 1 nomination and 3 wins at the 47th Academy Awards. It is also the most recent film to have 3 nominations in the same acting category. Al Pacino was (thankfully) moved into the leading actor category this time, but still lost to Art Carney (Harry and Tonto).

Coppola and Puzo won adapted screenplay for the second time, and Nino Rota won for score despite being voted out of the category 2 years prior.

Despite only taking home a single Oscar for screenplay, Chinatown prevailed over The Godfather Part II during the remaining season. It won 4 Golden Globes, 3 BAFTAs, and was named the 3rd best film of the year by the National Board of Review (Part II failed to make the list).

Not much else to say about these two. Neither swept "best film" during the awards season, and current reception is similar.

Unofficial Review: Honestly this is a tough one. The Godfather Part II is a great follow-up, and Chinatown is an excellent stand alone noir mystery.

[swiftcola]

i’ve been writing vito as a pretty physically reactive person. now looking back i wonder if it’s ooc. but i think the way he behaves in canon hints towards it. when he thought leo would die, his hands were trembling and he had to light a cigarette. when joe was getting made he couldn’t bear to sit still, he had to get up and move and pace. he is like a nervous little dog and i wonder how much he has to suppress his instincts just to do his job

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Shade, pseudonimo di Vito Ventura (Torino, 10 dicembre 1987), è un rapper, doppiatore e youtuber italiano.

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In risposta alla campagna Blockout2024. Con la mia matita, celebro anime speciali. Fiori delicati che sbocciano in un mondo spesso ostile, con la loro voce coraggiosa e il loro impegno per un futuro più equo. Ogni ritratto di questo progetto è un tributo a queste persone che combattono per la pace, che non hanno avuto aura di esporsi e chiedere il cessate il fuoco, un'ispirazione per non arrenderci mai di fronte alle ingiustizie.

[incendiorum]

"you're so pitiful." she knows what she's done to them. know just how frustrated they must be after dealing with her shit for the past half hour. "I can see just how hard youse are."

she can't offer the warmth of her womanhood, sadly, she knows all too well she wouldn't let them pull out. yet she cannot risk the mess that would ensue if she let them finish inside. the scent would linger all day and she'd be far too distracted to focus on work.

"I'll allow you my thighs, how does that sound?" bending over her desk she tugs up her skirt exposing bare flesh ( no panties in sight ). "I'm already so wet... you don't even need any lube. go ahead, mi vito. fuck my thighs. I know how much you love them." she shakes her ass for them, taunting them as she cast a cheeky grin over her shoulder. "ah-ah... naughty. you're burning the floor where you stand. c'mon, hurry up. you only have a short while to get off." / hi :')

PITIFUL SHOULDN’T MAKE THE FIRE in their veins burn a little hotter, but it does. perhaps because it’s not even wrong. the moment her eyes had even flickered towards them with a hint of mischievous desire, they had stopped thinking coherently entirely. for the last half hour, iovita has found themself squirming in frustration more than once. neither of their attempted solutions (trying to ignore the friction, trying to make more of it-) have done anything. instead, they’ve been achingly, and obviously, hard the entire time.

they do eye her desk and thoroughly debate if they should just pin her to it and have it over with. but she beats them to it, in the end.

her words take longer than they should to register, as their eyes drop down and stay there, pupils blown wide and dark. they spare no effort trying to look at her face again, besides a quick flick up and then back down. oh, they do love her thighs. how perfectly grab-able. how perfectly… well…

the smell of smoke tickles their nostrils and they jerk their attention downwards, stepping quickly away from the spot they’ve started to burn into the floor. the smoke doesn’t grow, so the ignore it, instead turning their attention back to her. unbuckling their belt and undoing their pants, they don’t bother to discard them any further before sidling up behind her. one hand curls down between her hips and the desk, positioning her so that they can slide themself between plush thighs. the sigh that slips from their mouth is one of relief. her inner thighs are soft, warm, and -

“ ha, you are wet, ” they muse. “ not immune to your own teasing in the slightest, mm? ” shifting slightly, they start to roll their hips. their pace starts slow, but it doesn’t last. built-up frustration turns into hard, desperate thrusts.

“ you know, ” they murmur as they lean down, breathless, “ this is how hard I could really be fucking you. ” they push her hair away from the back of her neck, nipping at the flesh underneath. “ but instead I get the - mmm. satisfaction. and you - you get to spend all day thinking about how hard I could have made you cum. ” 

hurry isn’t an issue. it’s easy to lose themself in the slick heat between her legs, chasing a rhythm that coils itself up tighter and tighter until it snaps. they bite down, muffling their gasps with her skin as their thrusts turn stilted and sharp. hands grip her hips, pulling her tight against their own as they spill themself into the groove of her thighs.

their hands shift, squeezing her ass as they press their lips to the reddening imprint of teeth left on her nape, breath hot and fast against her skin. the softness of their kiss is put at odds to their low words, “ I’m not done with you. the moment you are done working today, you’re at my mercy, understood? ”

@inhumann

[nevalizona]

rant about your ocs rant about your ocs rant about your ocs rant about your ocs

Thank you kind anon! I will talk about a couple of my ocs here! Sorry for the late response. I ended up taking a nap after I posted lol

I was going to write about more than these 3 ocs but I realized this ended up being very long and I got shy. So sorry for this being so long!

Okay so!

Rosaylie:

●Been thinking a lot about Vice City!her. Like she makes for a good wife in crime because she was a daughter of a cartel leader and was expected to take over so it's very similar to that. She knows that Tommy is involved with crime but like can pretend she doesn't know. Crime keeps him busy though so she's often alone.

●But she is bestfriends with Ken so she spend SO MUCH time with him. She takes him around and keeps him busy (even though he's busy enough as as it is lol). No matter what universe Rosaylie is in she loves dance clubs AND they're in Vice City so of course she's going to want to spend most of her nights there. Believe it or not, once Ken gets a few drinks in him and whatever else, he loosens up some. Rosaylie only dances with Ken during these outings. And Tommy only likes her going to the nightclub(s) that are under his control, for her safety. Rosaylie doesn't listen of course and ventures anywhere and everywhere, only to get lectured by Tommy later on. She will never learn and do as she pleases :)

●She is also incredibly close to Lance. Often him and Tommy are busy though so she's doesn't see him as much as she would like. She likes when he's the one that gets to take her out on outings. He's fun and laid back. Which is a nice change of pace from Ken who is so nervous all the time, it really puts Rosaylie on edge lol.

●Lance let's Rosaylie do more than Ken does, and he's better about reminding her that Tommy will kick his ass if anything happens to her. So since he reminds her nicer (and isn't breathing down her throat about it the whole time lol) she usually makes sure to stay close and just treat the outings as a normal fun little thing. Lance and Rosaylie like to just cruise around and listen to music, enjoying the scenery. She feels calm and happy around him.

Jesús and Ernesto:

●Jesús is always getting himself in trouble. He can't do anything right. He just struggles a lot. He has a gambling problem and a drug problem and blows all his money on that. He relies on his twin brother Francisco to help him pay his bills. He doesn't like relying on his brother but he doesn't know how to stop doing all this.

●Jesús was secretly extremely happy when Ernesto said he was gonna join up with him and help him run the small gambling ring, Vito allowed him to have. Ernesto is far more responsible than Jesús and honestly wishes that he could just cut Jesús out of the whole thing. But he keeps Jesús involved and in line so he can't fuck everything up.

●Jesús owes money to everyone and anyone it seems. Which means it isn't completely uncommon for him to disappear randomly, hoping that some people will lay off of him or he'll find a way to pay them back even partially.

●Ernesto hates when this happens. Ernesto is a very angry individual. He's cold and stonefaced. It takes a lot to get him to crack a smile. Jesús brings out a pettiness in him though, so when Jesús comes back after disappearing for a bit, Ernesto gives him the cold shoulder and sometimes will only talk to him through Rosario or Vinnie (two of Vito's knucklehead underlings.)

●Ernesto only starts talking to Jesús again to make business smoother for the both of them.

●Ernesto is so deeply lonely though. Before joining forces with Jesús, he had been in prison for something he didn't do. He can't bear to look his family in the eyes, because while he was inside the family suffered a great loss and Ernesto blames himself even though no one else does. Ernesto will never admit it but sometimes he doesn't like to be alone so he attaches himself to Jesús.

[salvo-love]

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15 Giugno 2023 - AVIGLIANO PZ - Solennità di San Vito martire, Santa Vita Crescenza e San Modesto.

BUON ONOMASTICO TUTTI COLORO CHE PORTANO QUESTO NOME

PREGHIERA A SAN VITO

🙏📖🙏

O giovane martire S. Vito,

nostro protettore e modello,

ottieni ai tuoi devoti, che invocano la tua intercessione,

la grazia che desiderano, il sollievo dalle sofferenze,

la guarigione dai mali.

Ma principalmente ottieni il dono di una vita laboriosa e onesta,

di saper condividere i beni con i meno fortunati,

di perseguire l'ideale della santità,

di vivere e morire nella santa fede cattolica

e di conseguire la beatitudine eterna

del Paradiso. Amen.

(adattamento di una preghiera. di S. Vito Lo Capo,

Francesco Micciché, Vescovo di Trapani).

Ti benediciamo, o Padre,

perché hai nascosto i misteri del regno dei cieli

a coloro che si ritengono sapienti e intelligenti

e li hai rivelati ai piccoli e agli umili di cuore;

concedi a noi,

che veneriamo in San Vito

una manifestazione della tua gloria,

di avere sempre il cuore aperto

alla tua Parola e alle necessità dei fratelli.

Per Cristo nostro Signore. Amen

Dio onnipotente ed eterno,

che scegli le creature miti e deboli

per confondere la potenza del mondo,

concedi a noi, che celebriamo

la nascita al cielo di san Vito martire,

di imitare la sua eroica costanza nella fede.

Per Cristo nostro Signore.

Lode a te, o Dio, gloria dei martiri

Testo e musica di Alessandro Ruo Rui

Lode a te, o Dio, gloria dei martiri;

testimoni dell'amore, dietro l'Agnello

in candide vesti, la tua fedeltà

proclamano con gioia.

-Un servo non è più del suo Signore:

sarete anche voi perseguitati

Lode a te, o Dio, roccia degli umili,

che ai piccoli riveli il tuo volto,

la tua parola nascosta ai grandi,

inciampo ai potenti.

-Il chicco che non muore, non germoglia.

Il sangue del giusto feconda la terra.

Lode a te, o Dio, forza dei deboli;

l'innocente che, oppresso,

paga l'annuncio del Regno di pace

lo chiami beato, erede con Cristo.

-Preziosa ai tuoi occhi è la mia croce:

io vengo per compiere la tua volontà .

Lode a te, o Dio, Padre dei piccoli;

nella fede di San Vito splende la luce

del Cristo risorto, lo Spirito soffia,

la Chiesa esulta.