#bekon

[nofatclips]

De Selby (Part 2) by Hozier from the album Unreal Unearth - Video directed by Wolf James, starring Domhnall Gleeson

[haslo-na-dzis]

Hasło na dziś: bekon i popcorn.

(15.05.2017)

[maria-ruta]

whats the beckoning

scary curse in VTM setting - unknown powerful ancient voice calling vampires to the middle east, every day (when vampires sleep) the vampire that has beakoning sees the same dream of that call, which is very hard to resist

all the vampires that obeyed the call and traveled to middle east - never returned

(I headcanon that its some very ancient ass vampire calling for other kingred to eat them up idk lol)

here is wiki page on it

and Veronica got that thing, had lots of troubles bc of it (1 sketch of what Veronica sees in her dream, another drawing with a lil info on it, what happened when she got frenzy bc of her bekoning, here shes in torpor)

thankfuly had help from her primogen, Adzone

[birdinashadow]

the bekon’s choral version of eat your young is so perfectly hauntingly beautifully everything to me

[hakases-bones]

Im now a father to the unversed i love him so much im way too attached to him please help

[sock-kaleidoscope]

Nothing quite like the middle of the day to make me crave a nap

[floater2022]

Perfect evening

Lisa Danielle

[hermeysdentalequipment]

Born to knit, forced to sleep

[lifemod17]

Still, he never lost sight of what was at every song’s center. “I took it as a personal challenge,” says Bekon, “to say, ‘You’re not a great producer if you can’t figure out what to do with a voice as great as Hozier’s.’ I felt like I was a race car driver at Le Mans or something, and I got that first Ford GT and I’m like, ‘Wow, what am I gonna do with this thing?’” - Daniel Tannenbaum, aka Bekon

Hozier for Variety

📸: Ruthlessimagery | Variety

12/04/2024

[happyg-olucky]

Wczoraj na kolację zrobiłam domowego Drwala, nie wiem co tam na pewno ma oryginał, moja wersja to buła, sos,sałata lodowa, kotlet wołowina, cebula, bekon, panierowany cammambert i konfirura z borówki zamiast żurawiny. Do tego fryty z piekarnika i cola zero :).

Milion kalorii to chyba miało ale było zajebiste :). Zdjęcia nie mam, bo starałam się wszystko na ciepło składać, a potem szybko rzuciliśmy się na żarcie. :) A jaki syf w kuchni zrobiłam? Stwierdzam, ze ciężka robota w tym Maku :P.

[s-u-m-i]

LANDO NORRIS is the best driver on the grid, or at least you think so. which is why watching the press conference put a hole in your heart.

"um, i think we quite easily had the best car out there today, i just didn't do a good enought job off the line and then that one thing cost me everything" you watched as the interview continued. the british driver was clearly dissapointed with himself, falling just short of the coveted top step because of one decision. the thing making it sting the most, was that this was the second week in a row of the same occurance.

"uh, today we were the quickest, i had the best car out there, and, um, i didnt maxamize it. the start's down to me and doing what i get told and executing that. with a good start we easily would've won." normally you would head straight to the hotel with some other wags to get some drinks and wait for the boys to be done with media, but today you wanted to see lando before you left. as the press conference wrapped up, you waited for himin the hospitality area of mclaren.

the papya man sulked into hospitality, not bothering to lift his head and see you.

"lan!" you called gently. as green eyes met yours, the man's frame visibally relaxed. he opened his hand for you to take, bekoning you towards him. as he walked you towards his driver's room, you studied his features. his jaw tense and eyebrows were low, trying to hide saddened eyes.

it hurt you to see him like this. a month ago he'd be hanging onto you and asking which dress you were going to wear out to celebrate, but now p2 wasn't good enough. to some extent you were happy for him. the car was competitive now, but lando was starting to be so hard on himself if he wasn't perfect during a race.

lando pushed the door to his room open for you, leaving you to plop onto the small bed as he changed. before you could think of what to say to make your boyfriend feel better, he spoke,

"hey, its probably going to be a long one tonight," lando said, uncharistically down, "you can just take my car and i'll uber to the hotel after we're done."

"no i'll just wait for you to be done, it's okay i want to be here"

"baby can you please just take the car?" his eyes clamped shut and he ran a hand through his messy curls, "i really don't have the energy to turn this into a debate." his tone was stiff. it sent chills down your spine that you had never felt before.

"okay," and thats where the conversation ended. the room was silent until lando had to leave for the race debreif. he pecked you on the cheek, said a very quiet, "bye" and strode off. leaving you sat in the small room, wondering if you could say or do anything to make him feel better.

THE HOTEL was quiet without him. you thought about passing some time with the other wags by the bar, but didn't want to be the one to kill their vibe.

walking into the shared room, you beelined straight for the bedroom. stripping off your old outfit, opting into a hoodie and some sweats (courtesy of lando). as you laid in bed scrolling through your phone, your mind dwelled on lando. what could you do to help? make him dinner? have a chat? should you even say anything at all? you were exhausting yourself.

as your thoughts raced, you found it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. eventually succumbing to the desire for sleep, you drifted off.

a hand falling on your shoulder stirred you from your slumber. you opened your eyes to a wet headed lando norris looking down at you.

"hey darling, how was your night?" he sank into bed and you immediately fell into his chest.

"it was alright," you murmmered sleepily, "how was the meeting?"

"fine," he replied sternly. this wasn’t the first time a race had gone poorly for lando of course, however normally he was vocal with you about his feelings. venting about team strategy, his performance, other drivers, tire degradation, the list was endless; which made the silence all the more deafening.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?” he scoffed in return, an extremely unusual response from the brit. as the seconds dragged on, you became less and less sure that you were going to get a real answer, “i get that you’re upset, but-”

“oh you get it?” the driver spat, “you understand the feeling of coming second to max again simply because you are worse. no team strategy to blame or anyone in your way?” he looked at you with expectant eyes, “yeah, i didn’t think s-“

“lan stop,” you cut him off, “this isn’t fair. i was just giving you the opportunity to vent and now you’re talking like it’s my fault. i have no control over how your race goes,” you cupped his cheek, “yes, i love watching you succeed, but i’m not here for a top step, or a signing bonus. i’m here for the dnfs, and the horrible stratigies, and the blown starts,” lando grimaced at the last one, “i want to support you every second, of every hour. so stop barking at me like i’m zak brown and start speaking to me like i’m your girlfriend who just woke up to talk to you.” the driver grinned at your stupid comparison.

“i’m sorry, love,” your boyfriend replied softly, “can i try again?”

“of course lan,” a few beats passed “how was the meeting?”

“it was long and tiring, i think i’ve talked enough racing tonight to last me at least two weeks,” he paused and ran a hand over his face, “i really don’t think i can talk about it anymore though, im sorry darling.”

“don’t apologize, you have nothing to apologize for,” you said calmly, “we can just go to sleep, i’m tired of hearing about it as well”

the driver pulled you close to him and buried his head into your chest. you pulled him in tight, running a hand through his unruly curls and he hummed in response. this was what he needed. no words could calm the thoughts in his head, simply your presence was all he desired.

after a few moments passed, you carefully slid a hand over his face; raising those brown eyes to meet yours, “i’m proud of you lan, always” the boy kissed you sweetly, and with that the two of you finally slept.

A.N: IM SO SORRY!!! starting college has been hectic, but i am semi- settled in so im gonna try to post somewhat regularly. maybe like once a week? but this specific fic was supposed to be posted after the spanish gp i believe but anyways …. tada!!

[jolynejay]

Now wait a damn minute - I just figured out something important about the prologue and why MC doesn't have their phone when arriving in Twisted Wonderland

So, right off the bat the Prologue presented us with a couple mysteries in its introductory sequence:

Someone is in the middle of the mirror chamber slowly approaching the central mirror which itself flickers with green flames and mist. Over this scene we hear Crowly speak with another person: his "dear esteemed benefactor", that "proud, beautiful flower of evil" as he describes them. He seems to essentially be thanking them (almost groveling) for providing him the means to summon a specific person to him with the help of the Dark Mirror. Because he next seems to be talking through the Dark Mirror to the person slowly approaching said mirror.

Crowley says:

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.."

What follows is an image of a carriage arriving with a coffin at the entrance of NRC. The implication being that the one whose "visage Crowley seeks" is arriving with the carriage.

He continues:

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...

If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

With that a hand appears in the mirror. And I think it is important to note that the hand is, because this is the first concrete depiction of a person within this sequence.

After establishing all this, we are left with a bit of a conundrum as to the sequence of events we are presented with. (Especially, since time itself in the Twisted Wonderland seems to be a little backwards of sorts)

As the hand appears to be reaching out to "us" (the player), I first thought that MC is the person approaching the mirror. However, that shouldn't be able to be the case (unless it is a dream sequence). Because it would mean that MC already was in Twisted Wonderland when being reached out to from another (?) Twisted Wonderland.

So, that would leave us with the hypothesis that the person who is approaching the Dark Mirror is actually Crowley. And that means potentially that the hand we first see reflected in the mirror is also his - but for the person on the other end of the connection, they sees someone else. They see a student from NCR that will be attending that year.

If this hypothesis is true, then that would imply that the interspersed scene of the coffin arriving with the desired "visage" follows after the summoning is completed. Crowley knew that there would be an additional student, one that doesn't belong to this world, because he had to provide them with the ceremonial robe.

Now, as to my claim that I think I know why MC doesn't have their phone: The summon is an active task. The one, "whose image the Dark Mirror did bekon forth," had to actively take someone's hand and make a choice to do so "if their heart bids it."

This means that the mirror must have connected to another - otherwise travel between the two points would not be possible. But then how would the Dark Mirror connect to another Dark Mirror in a world where magic does not exist? Simple. You are likely even looking at it right now.

Your phone screen.

I propose that MC entered the world of the Twisted Wonderland through their phone. Either, completely in body, mind, and souls. Or perhaps... maybe their spirit alone entered the Twisted Wonderland as an avatar - as the "Main Character" - for "The Player" in the real world.

After all, we are playing this game on our phones and mobile devices..

On our own Dark Mirrors...

TL;DR The initial sequence of the prologue we see is from Crowley's perspective before switching to MC's perspective as they choose the hand they will take. And the reason MC doesn't have their phone is because they couldn't take it woth them - their phone was their portal to the Twisted Wonderland.

[lyricsdumblikethelinoleumfloor]

[luxvontrier]

Matthew 10:28 – Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

[judas-is-so-so-silly]

I got tagged by the lovely @vampiric-angel-kay to do the thing with the first 10 songs on my spotify on repeat so here we go

1. Thursday Girl - Mitksi

2. THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens

3. Mummy Dust - Ghost

4. Kiss the Go-Goat - Ghost

5. Jesus He Knows Me - Ghost (I love the og too tho)

6. The Summoning - Sleep Token

7. California Dreamin' - The Mamas & The Papas

8. See No Evil - Ghost

9. Eat Your Young (Bekons Choral Remix) - Hozier (I might see him in seattle EEEEEEEEEEE)

10. Fire Fire -Flyleaf (I love flyleaf sm ik they're a christian band they scratch an itch in my brain)

I'm gonna tag @ghostidiot @belissmatopolina @vatican3 @gravityflops and ughhh anyone who wants to join is free to!!!

[orilaiss]

Gods, he’s beautiful