#brody fraser

[genevieveetguy]

. A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept a mystery.

Bright Star, Jane Campion (2009)

[midnightsoldier187]

I have not been as excited about an opening night roster since the 16-17 season while there are many returning faces this team has a different Vibe and I'm here for it.

Go Leafs go, let's end the drought and bring Lord Stanley home

[kat-movies]

about me <3

hi! my name is kat and I wanted to create this little blog because I always have movies on my mind, and I just needed a space to talk about them. so, here are some things about me!

My letterboxd is @ednamodee please go follow it

My four favorites on letterboxd are:

Moulin Rouge

Big Fish

Coraline

Clue

These are actually some of the best movies I've ever seen in my life, and I will always stand by that. Another thing about me is I am an ultimate fangirl, and most of the reviews you will see on letterboxd are probably going to be about some celebrity man (sorry not sorry). Most of the reasoning why I watch a movie is because of some celebrity I'm obsessed with, so if you are the same way then you are in the right spot.

Some celebrities I'm obsessed with:

Brendan Fraser

Heath Ledger

Jesse Eisenberg

Adam Brody

Harry Styles

Pedro Pascal

And actually, so many more, I probably have about a million celebrity crushes. If you have any mutual crushes that's awesome, and we probably have a lot in common, and if your celeb crush isn't on that list don't worry because it actually probably is, I just didn't list them.

-kat <3

[youremyheaven]

Random Astrology Observations

Moon in the 1h is often talked about like 🥺🥺wears their heart on their sleeve🥹🥹uwu softie way but tbh Moon in 1h can make someone incredibly manipulative, they know just what to say and when to say it and know how to work their audience, this is perhaps why this placement is found in the charts of soooo many successful actors. ex: Leonardo DiCaprio, Audrey Hepburn, Henry Cavill, Charlie Chaplin, Priyanka Chopra, Antonio Banderas, Brendan Fraser, Benicio Del Toro, Jared Padelecki, Val Kilmer, Adrien Brody etc

I think this is a very manipulative placement, again manipulation is not in and of itself a bad thing, its what we use it for that matters. Some people completely lack the ability to manipulate at all (they don't have Moon influence)

2. Debilitated placements point to unconventional intelligence & wisdom in that area. I feel like they've cracked the code . They struggle a lot but when they triumph it's magic

3. I've mentioned this in other posts but many notorious sex offenders have Venus influence. Actions of this sort, as well as criticizing others' beauty, not taking care of yourself/surroundings, being shabby or disorderly in general are all things that harm your Venus. Abusing someone is the quickest way to ruin your Venus, you start corroding and that ugliness begins to manifest on the outside.

Ex: Harvey Weinstein looks like a cartoonish villain

4. As I explore the astrology content put out by others across different platforms, I've seen how the nature of the take themselves are so specific and unique to the person making them. Claire Nakti has a tendency imo to focus heavily on romance, sex and women's sexual behaviour and what sort of men they attract.

Going through her website, it's obvious that she's deeply immersed in occult & esoteric philosophy (all of which ties together with vedic astrology, philosophy, Buddhism etc because I truly believe that spiritual truths are universal and different schools of thought/religion/culture/mythology express these same truths in their own way with a LOT of recurring patterns) and Carl Jung as well.

It's studying Jung that helped me understand that what we see or draw from something is a reflection of who we are. As a beginner to vedic astrology, I initially believed Claire's one dimensional portrayal to be the all encompassing truth of a nakshatra until I started doing my own reading and research.

The things I talk about or the patterns I find are a reflection of me and I get a lot of asks about why I don't do xyz nak and honestly it's not as simple as doing research for an essay for uni, you kind of have to have a gnosis or innate knowing of its themes, something to base your search off of. And different naks call to me at different points. I come across content that describes certain naks in lights i could've never imagined which is to say that gnosis or inner knowing is an important aspect of studying anything esoteric, it kind of has to be revealed to you and what you see, what you can discern is a reflection of you.

5. you have to have a strong Rahu to discern patterns and similarities because Rahu is maya/illusion and a well-placed Rahu will allow you to see through those patterns/illusions. it will be very hard for someone without a strong Rahu to find similarities or common tropes, patterns, themes etc. Seeing through the veil or fog is Rahuvian.

6. Claire Nakti made a video about Venusian men where she said they were the ideal type of man and tbh that just confirmed my suspicion that she's Moon dominant because I think Moon dominant people are attracted to Venusians but in my humble opinion both Venusian men and Moon dominant men are some of the most batshit crazy people (manipulative and controlling at the least, psychopathic at worst) basically men who have a lot of Yin tend to be psychotic

7. I've noticed that Revati people tend to speak in a very verbose way. Nigella Lawson, Revati Moon is a really good example. Obviously other placements will also impact speech

8. Moon dominant people hate it when others share sob stories. They're the type to have the least amount of empathy for others and will either react in a neutral way or like they don't understand why you're saying this stuff at all. They're bored by other people's mundane problems and make it known as well. Not people you want to open up to.

My former friend was this way, I once cried in front of her and she showed zero emotion and didn't even try to comfort me lol

9. The way others treat us is the way we treat others. ik this is a basic take but karma is cause and effect. if you're dismissive of others feelings, other people will be dismissive of yours. what you do is what will be done unto you. Its so crazy to see how people who've been treated like shit by their friends will turn around and treat other people like shit. this is sooo basic but genuinely dont do anything to others that you dont want done to you.

[artisticlegshake]

THE DANCE AWARDS LAS VEGAS 2024

Judge's Pick awards that didn't place in the top 10 Mini Solos:

Lola Powers - BOBBIE’S JP!

Penny Harris - DANCEOLOGY JP!

Hazel Ecklin - LARKIN JP!

Ani Shook - EXPRESSENZ JP!

Kinley Herbort - EXPRESSENZ JP!

Maddie Kulenkamp - LARKIN JP!

Maria Jimena Esparza - DANCE ACADEMY MONTERREY JP!

Hayden Haider - LARKIN JP!

Sophia Quan - BOBBIE’S JP!

Morgan Martens - LARKIN JP!

Sophia Austin - LARKIN JP!

Ava Fraser - LARKIN JP!

Georgia Hosack - EXPRESSENZ JP!

Harper Kill - LARKIN JP!

Coleman Hinshaw - EXPRESSSENZ JP!

Aria McCrea - DANCEOLOGYJP!

Matinly Conrad - LARKIN JP!

Soleil Lynch - DANCEOLOGY JP!

Lauren Thorne - BOBBIE’S JP!

Giuliana Shea - LARKIN JP!

Brody Schaffer - DANCEOLOGY JP!

Grace Sullivan - LARKIN JP!

Jessica Sutton - K2 STUDIOS JP!

Jayla Xiong - LARKIN JP!

Scarlett Manzel - LARKIN JP!

Emilia Padesky - LARKIN JP!

Adiyah Ayres - K2 STUDIOS JP!

Eastyn Vose - CLUB DANCE JP!

Maria Jose Fernandez - MARIES JP!

Kyle Young - CLUB DANCE JP!

Norah Karmann - K2 STUDIOS JP!

Abby Viramontes - K2 STUDIOS JP!

Kinley Harper - CLUB DANCE JP!

Kennedy Besch - CLUB DANCE JP!

Brooklyn Armour - THE COLONY JP!

Caimbri Garcia - DC2 JP!

Vivian Marcordes - THE COMPANY SPACE JP!

Emory Gilliam - CSPAS JP!

Naomi Harper - CSPAS JP!

Remington Frye - CSPAS JP!

Victoria Remon - DANCE TOWN JP!

Penelope Pranger - CSPAS JP!

Eden Glover - WOODBURY JP!

Kylee Kay - YOU HAVEN  JP!

Amanda Carpenter - DANCE TOWN JP!

Ramsey Landry - DC2 JP!

Kaci Oh - PAS DE DEUX HAWAII JP!

[theersatzcowboy]

Bright Star (2009)

Jane Campion’s achingly tender portrait of the romance between poet John Keats and his muse Fanny Brawne is also a visual feast, thanks to its preoccupation with the beauty of the natural world in contrast to the dreariness of industrial life… as well as unforgettable costume and production design from Campion’s longtime collaborator, the late Janet Patterson.

Director: Jane Campion

Cinematographer: Greig Fraser

Production / Costume Designer: Janet Patterson

Starring Abbie Cornish, Ben Whishaw, Kerry Fox, Paul Schneider, and Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

[acronym-chaos]

Nigel (Charlie Countryman) ID Pack

[PT: Nigel (Charlie Countryman) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Alistair, Avery, Barrett, Baxter, Bianca, Blake, Brody, Cameron, Charlotte, Clark, Clive, Conrad, Dakota, Dahlia, Damien, Dane, Donovan, Dorian, Edwin, Elise, Ellis, Emerson, Everett, Felix, Finley, Fiona, Fraser, Garret, Gideon, Grey, Harper, Heath, Iris, Ivan, Ivy, Jarvis, Julia, Julian, Kendrick, Kendall, Knox, Lance, Lennon, Levi, Lila, Lionel, Maddox, Mara, Marlowe, Maxwell, Mia, Mitchell, Morgan, Nico, Olivia, Peyton, Pierce, Quentin, Rafe, Reagan, Reggie, Reed, Remy, Riley, Roman, Ronan, Roy, Ruby, Sawyer, Sienna, Silas, Spencer, Sutton, Tatum, Tate, Tessa, Trevor, Trig, Vaughn, Wade, Weston, Wynn, Zane

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Bru / Brui / Bruis [Bruise]; Bul / Bullet / Bullets; Cra / Crash / Crashes; Fi / Fight / Fights; For / Force / Forces; Gun / Guns / Guns; Hit / Hits / Hits; Kick / Kicks / Kicks; Knif / Knife / Knives; Powe / Power / Powers; Rag / Rage / Rages; Rush / Rushs / Rushs; Sae / Slash / Slashs; Sho / Shoot / Shoots; Sni / Snipe / Snipes; Stri / Strike / Strikes; Threat / Threats / Threats; Trig / Trigger / Triggers

Titles

[PT: Titles].

An Enforcer of [Pronoun] Will; One of Ruthless Resolve; The Bruiser of the Streets; The One Who Strikes Without Hesitation; The Power Behind the Punch; The Shadow of the Underworld; The Sharp Edge of Danger; The Unstoppable Force; The Wrath Incarnate; The Wielder of Fear; [Pronoun] Who Crushes Opposition; [Pronoun] Who Kills Without Mercy; [Pronoun] Who Walks in Shadows

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[shrimpella21]

𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Maybe it's a bit silly, but hey, this is my retaliation to all the tiktok models floating around! Give me pretty men!! Of course there's absolutely NO pressure in delivering any of these men - I'm definitely not only accepting these boys lmao. But!! If you happen to use any of them..... I wouuuld be super happy :D

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Adrien Brody

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Aiden Gillen

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Antony Starr

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Brendan Fraser

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Charlie Cox

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Chris Hemsworth

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Chris Pine

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Christian Bale

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Cillian Murphy

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Colin Farell

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Colin Firth

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Costas Mandylor

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Dacre Montgomery

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Daniel Craig

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Dave Franco

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Denis Leary

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Dev Patel

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Eddie Redmayne

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Henry Cavill

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Hugh Dancy

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Hugh Grant

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Idris Elba

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jake Gyllenhaal

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃James Caverly

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jason Isaacs

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jason Momoa

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Joaquin Pheonix

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Joe Alwyn

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Joel Kinnaman

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jon Bernthal

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Jon Hamm

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Kit Harrington

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Liam Neeson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Mads Mikkelsen

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Mark Ruffalo

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Matthew Gubler

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Michael B. Jordan

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Micheal Fassbender

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Nathan Fillion

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Orlando Bloom

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Oscar Isaac

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Patrick Dempsey

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Pedro Pascal

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Peter Scanavino

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Raul Esperaza

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Robert Downey Jr.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Robert Pattinson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Sam Claflin

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Scott Patterson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Thomas Gibson

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Tom Hardy

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┃Tony Leung

[danjaley]

Matthew: (stares at him speechlessly) … Let’sh end thish convershation. It’sh pointlesh.

Andrew: No, hear me out! We cannot challenge fate. Believe me, I tried. You ought to be glad to have a grandfather who accepts you exactly the way you are.

Matthew: Bu’ Ah don’’ wan’ ‘o be an ol’ bachelor!

Andrew: Don’t call yourself names! You have to accept yourself the way you are. I don’t pressure you to make a good match, like Mr Fraser does. Or even my friend Brodie. Look at Jonathan – he used to be such a cheerful boy and now he’s going into lethargy. It’s all this stupid idea of Philipp’s that his sons must be married by a certain age. I’m not going to tyrannize you with concepts of the like.

Matthew: Ah’m no’ lishening ‘o thish bull* a shecon’ longer!

Andrew: Yes, go and calm down.

[*Author’s note: I looked this up – it was only combined to “bullshit” in the 20th century.]

[envihellbender]

The Powers as serial killer avatars? :3c

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: (OCs) Noor Essa, Darja Bič, Aubrey Marsh, Meyer Brody, Roxen Vilatte, Nina Kova / Hazel de la Croix, Devyn Fraser, Bertrand Hardie, Milo de Verley, Jamie Barrett, Aidan McKennon, Sara Bayat, Cora McKenna, Rhiannon Powell,

Content: buried alive, germophobia, fear of the dark, parental abuse, murder, factory farms, arson, suicide, drowning, dolls,

The Buried

Noor Essa is a runaway who lives in the Sahara desert. They are known to the people of Cairo, although considered something of a myth. It is known people go missing, but it is often debated as to whether that is a serial killer, a mystical figure who hides in the tombs, animals, or simply exposure to the elements.

Most refer to them as a graverobber which is not entirely accurate, whilst they encase themselves in the pyramids and tombs they feel most at peace in they never actually take anything from within them. They are horrified at that prospect, they were raised to worship the dead and always find peace amongst them.

Their victims are often historians, thieves, and tourists who’ve gotten lost in the desert. They only come out at night because the daytime is too hot and dangerous in the Sahara. They kill for food, and also bury them by the tomb they currently live in as a tribute to the corpse who is sharing their home with them.

The Corruption

Darja Bič was meticulously clean, everything in her lab was sterilised several times over. That included herself, her skin was permanently a sore pink from how often she’d scrubbed at it. Ever since she’d became apart of the Corruption and those insects had begun to follow her, those worms … it had gotten worse. She was determined to be clean. Healthy. Including the victims she captured.

She wore medical gloves and a mask the entire time she touched them outside of her lab. Her breath was starting to grow short and shaken from the damp that had collected behind the medically certified mask, and her hands grew cracked, easily cut open and often infected. She always came up behind her victim, walking with her coat zipped up to the top and her hood up. She was unapproachable but seemingly harmless, until she injected them in the neck.

It was disease she was fascinated with, she simply despised the worms she had to step on five thousand times a day. She’d always been scared of them bastards and now they were everywhere. Her victims were strapped to her table screaming into their gag and pulling on their steel restraints. Today, she was going inject the handsome young man, with a combination of measles, typhoid, and anthrax.

The Dark

Aubrey Marsh was fourteen when it started. They suppose it was because their father had locked them in the cellar, they always did enjoy the dark so it hardly seemed like the punishment it was supposed to be. Their bedroom was down there now, the mattress in the floor next to the dripping water from the old, creaking boiler. The liquid became darker every day. They didn’t plan on killing their father, but after he’d killed their mother and left the corpse to rot down there with them it seemed only fair. When the creature came to them in the Dark, a promise to take care of them and help kill their father was all too enticing.

When their father came down one day, with a dog dish full of food and a bottle of water, the light switch wouldn’t turn on. He cursed, yelling at Aubrey asking what they’d done now. He should have noticed that it wasn’t the standard dark, it was pure blackness. He should have felt the two thin hands shove him down the stairs, but he didn’t. He hit the stone floor at the bottom without knowing a single thing. Aubrey stood over his corpse, and kicked him in the head. They didn’t think about their mother before they left, the one they’d killed him for.

Aubrey enjoyed dark, damp places, and began living in abandoned factories. Thankfully there were a lot of them on the outskirts of Bradford. Enough that they could stay in them for months at a time, seeing their fair few urban explorers, photographers, and occasional ghost hunters. Aubrey had fun following them, watching them grow anxious as they made their surroundings darker and darker, and had silhouettes follow them around. Leading them to the tall, wooden stairs, barely registering the small thin hands that pushed them.

The Desolation

Meyer Brody had been an arsonist for a long time before the Desolation came to him. It started when he was eight with old mattresses that people abandoned under the flyover. He’d become fixated and snorted with laughter if there happened to be a rodent sleeping in one. He didn’t watch or torture it really, is how he saw it, he was observing the flames. The death of an animal was just a coincidence. It would normally run away, still alight. He soon got bored of this however, graduating to burning down bushes and trees. He found his favourite part was going to them days later to see how they had been completely, and utterly destroyed. That became his new fascination, the flames had grown boring… now it was seeing something be turned to ashes.

It was after his third stint in juvie that he escalated. He was finally home, age sixteen, and his mother was ranting at him for how he was throwing his life away. This time it was her disapproval about how he’d refused to go to Temple with her, but let it go enough to go by herself. She said if his father was alive today he’d know what to do with him. That’s what gave Meyer the idea to go to his father’s graveside that evening, after his mother had locked the door. He snuck out through his bedroom window, and picked the lock to the shed, pulling out some of his fathers old things. A shovel and pick axe. He ended up walking instead of taking his bike.

His original plan was to dig up his father and set alight to the body, but when he saw a group of irritating boys from school there he couldn’t help but feel anger running through his chest. They saw him, shouted antisemitic slurs and called him a freak, as they always did. He wasn’t really thinking when he picked up his shovel, nor when he smacked each one over and over again. The one who tried to run away he didn’t hit quite so cleanly, the metal sliced through his temples, and his shovel slammed through his victim’s skull.

He piled them all in an open grave of his own creation, and of course he set them alight. It became a tradition after that, he’d find people, anyone would do, and watch them burn to death. He wasn’t sure when the Desolation came to him, he supposed it was when he met Jude, and when she introduced him to Agnes. He didn’t have quite the same devotion to her that Jude did, all he could think about was how he’d appreciate what Agnes had far, far more than she did.

The End

Roxen Vilatte could often be found in the corner of the Sweetwater brewery, despite the fact he never ordered a drink no one told him to leave or even paid him any mind. He sat there with a book and a chess set - an ancient, battered thing. People didn’t look at him twice, they either didn’t think anything was odd about this or they simply found him too frightening to ask. The only time anyone spoke to him was to challenge him to a game of chess, he’d smirk and agree, his voice a thick Louisiana drawl. He’d roll up the sleeves of his red plaid shirt and watch his opponent intently, always choosing black. He won, of course. The player would always leave him pale and shaking, as if they’d looked into the face of the devil himself. Strangely enough, not a single one managed to live until the end of the week.

Was Roxen killing them? Certainly. Well. In a sense. You see, they killed themselves he always said. They chose the chess game, they should have known from the strange carvings on the side of the board there was something odd about it. He never forced anyone to play, or even approached anyone for a game. He always waited for them to come to him. The fact he was more clear and inviting to a certain type of person and forgotten by others was a strange coincidence. The fact they all were killed from suicides, despite none having any history of mental illness or suicidal thoughts prior to this was also an odd little connection. Nothing to do with him, of course.

One day, a tall, thin young man with a thatch of red hair and bright green eyes came in, sitting opposite Roxen. He was somewhat known in the town as the strange boy in the old farmhouse who lived with his grandmother. He wasn’t old enough to drink yet but that didn’t stop the bar from serving him a good whiskey and coke. He sipped at it as he sat down challenging Roxen to a game, immediately Roxen did not like the young man. For one thing, he hadn’t chosen to appeal to him - he simply… approached. For another, he was smug, and that was infuriating to Roxen. He accepted the offer against his better judgement, and they played for hours. By the time the what had been the mid afternoon sun had set, the young man proudly declared checkmate - the first one to ever beat Roxen. As he stood astounded, staring at the board the young man simply said: “well, guess I gone an’ escaped death today.”

The Eye

Few knew of Nina Kova, the Dutch immigrant living in Paris, but her professional alias of Madame Hazel La Croix was known all over mainland Europe in the right circles. Her shop was on the river Seine, and came to life at night. Large neon lights declared precisely who she was to anyone who would pass: MADAME HAZEL LA CROIX’S MAGICAL EMPORIUM. Underneath it declared her as a psychic medium who offered one-to-one sessions, groups, performances, and seances, as well as expensive and specialised store of everything from new age to occult to witchcraft related tems. Customers often came from all over Europe, and sometimes further afield, to see her, or buy her stock. She refused interviews and any filmed performances, which increased her credibility to many.

The reason for Hazel’s esteem was how accurate everything she said was. Many sceptics tried to go to catch her out, but they couldn’t deny that when her eyes switched from their soft brown to a bright green and she asked if you had a grandfather named Manuel who died of a stroke and used to take you walking in Per Lachaise cemetery with his dog… it was hard to dispute. Every time she asked a question she had a smirk on her lips as she stared directly into your soul. She knew precisely how accurate what she was saying was. She knew. Sceptics would try to deny it on occasion but they’d splutter and she’d sigh, asking if they could please be honest.

Despite her fame, that did not mean she stopped her hobby she’d developed from childhood. It started with her mother, she’d pretend to give her messages from their dead father, through automatic writing and knocks in the walls. Her mother believed it and quickly Hazel found herself being displayed to leering adults who’d poke and prod and ask intrusive questions. They were happy to use her as a party trick, and despite her hating the whole ordeal she learned to use it to her advantage. Her mother would charge obscene amounts of money, and Hazel tormented her with horrible messages from her father. “He” said how she was a monster who he never loved, how he was having affairs throughout their entire marriage, that she should atone through acts that greatly benefited her daughter. When her mother has been driven mad, Hazel grew bored and decided to have her father declare she should hang herself. Hazel found she could be extremely persuasive, and she never quite understood why. She giggled as she saw her mother hanging. So naturally when she was gifted with the Eye, there was only one thing to do.

The Flesh

People didn’t expect Devyn Fraser to be a vegetarian, they were a chef at a high end restaurant that regularly served meals like veal and foie gras, how on earth could they be? They had a simple answer for that, everyone who eats meat or harms an animal would get what was coming to them. They said with a smirk as the smell of duck and steak filled the restaurant. They’d then laugh, as if it was a joke, setting the everyone around them at ease. As if they weren’t sizing up the man who’d ordered a bloody steak, who joked he wanted it still alive. Or the woman who asked for veal without batting an eyelid. They wouldn’t be eating at the restaurant again, not that they knew it when they left happy and full. Sometimes laughing with their friends or partner. They didn’t see the tall, chubby cook who was watching them intently - already having asked for the customers payment information.

Devyn enjoyed making their victims suffer the way the animals they had a part in killing suffered. The domain of the Flesh was a factory farm after all, and they enjoyed bringing them through the torment until they got bored of the new meat. A customer who ordered the veal, in this case a tall, willowy woman with a button nose and smug expression, was locked in a dark room. It was so small she couldn’t sit up comfortably, she’d been stripped to just her underwear, fed only lard and water through tubes that were pressed through the wall into her mouth. She couldn’t scream, her throat was too dry for that, all she could do was wait and think. She was completely alone with her thoughts, waiting to die, just like the animal she ate.

Those who are the steak got a similar death, in this case a stout man with curly brown hair and a crooked jaw. He awoke completely naked squeezed in a cage with other men like him, he attempted to speak with them but they looked at him with glassy expressions and only spoke in low grunts. Once a day an attendant, a tall, misshapen man, appeared. His torso was bumpy in some places and also oddly thin and lacking any muscle definition in others, his arms and legs had too many joints and bulged out at the wrist and ankles. He injected them all with a strange cocktail of medications, based on the way their chests grew and muscles depleted it seemed to be some form of hormones. Their troughs were filled with slop, and Devyn only came to see them when they walked them to the abattoir, asking if they enjoyed their last meal. They did work very hard on it after all.

The Hunt

Bertrand Hardie arranged the Hunt every year, and it was always quite the success. The attendees were those devoted to his same patron, regardless of whether they were avatars, agents, or his old friends. The Hunt was based on a tradition his great grandfather had created, of taking his friends and those of his class on a gigantic hunting trip once a year. The difference was that they traditionally hunted animals - foxes, rabbits, badgers, moles, and the like. Upon being chosen to become apart of the Hunt Bertrand had took in his stride, he was delighted by the prospect even. It also gave him an idea, the annual Hardie Family Hunt would he reborn, it had last taken place until a few years before Bertrand’s father’s health had declined. After the man’s death and Bertrand’s rebirth it seemed right to bring it back. Only this time, there would be one crucial difference. The prey, game, or whatever you like to call them were people.

The victims were collected in the months leading up to it - often they were captured from the streets, hiking in the highlands, or anywhere else stragglers tended to hang out. It would rarely be Bertrand, he obviously did not lower himself to talk to them directly before he started the game. The agents who picked up the game were charming, offering a kind ear, and in a lot of cases a warm meal and a place to sleep. In Aberdeen itself it was harder, they were more streetwise and on watch there. People actually looked out for each other. That was a problem. It was the outlying towns were no one blinked when a homeless twenty something disappeared. Between the time they were caught and the Hunt, the agents brought them back to the holding cells, as Bertrand called them. In reality it was a large country manor, and each prey was looked inside one of the bedrooms, they were well furnished enough with en-suite bathrooms… but having to ask for help with the slightest thing, such as how they kept the hot water and electricity off unless they requested it. And they needed a good reason.

Bertrand stood on the outskirts of the mountain, the one owned by the Hardie family with manned barriers around the edges to make sure no one escaped. He wore a smart tartan flat cap, a large coat, and held a obscenely sized shot gun. As the Hunt took over his body, his nose and chin grew into something representing a snout, his teeth sharper, and his eyes narrowed. His body grew taller and his muscles developed. He didn’t wait for the beginning of the game to be announced, as soon as he caught the sent of the first human, he ran, fixated and unblinking on the path he needed to take. The game has been released all over the mountain, and now it was their job to find them.

The Lonely

Milo De Verley was a handsome young man, which was not harmed by his soft French accent and thick blonde eyelashes. His eyes were the shade of caramel, and his curls made him look almost angelic. So when he showed up at the house of a victim, claiming to be a long lost nephew, cousin, or perhaps the son of a dear friend, it was hard to accuse the man of lying. He had always fallen upon hard times, and desperately needed a family member or friend. He was polite and threw in a good story which painted him as the victim, and the target as a possible hero. People were eager to help him, and Milo had a type.

His victims all fit the following standards: lived alone, had friends or family visit less than once a month, divorced or widowed, no pets, and a generous income. The latter was the most important for the beginning of his plan. Somehow, when he spoke of barely being able to afford the hotel he was staying in, he’d get talked into spending the night at his target’s. He was family after all (or as good as.) He’d cook them breakfast as a thank you, what a charming boy he wasl. He did all their shopping to let them know he was grateful. In fact, with all his help they barely needed anyone outside their home at all. Soon they became dependent solely on him, they helped Milo, and now he’s as helping them, keeping them drugged and pliant.

When the victims were found, Milo played the teary eyed loved one so well. He seemed heartbroken, going on how they were all he had and the same was true the other way around. None of the deaths were treated as suspicious… which is strange, since every single one of them had an obscenely high level of arsenic in their blood.

The Slaughter

Kutlay Androu’s Battle & Glitch was a rare find these days, so when Jamie Barrett found it in Mega-Bytes, his local retro video game café/shop, he was convinced it was a fake. He remembered the story from his childhood in the nineties, it was all they talked about at St Joseph’s Primary School for a few months and he’d always been fascinated by the story. He didn’t actually know anyone who bought the game, but he saw the advert on TV. The premise was quite simple, it was a fighting game that seemed similar to Streets of Rage but you took advantage of ‘glitches’ in the game to attack your enemies. This could be causing them to be thrown up in the air with their limbs flying off, or zooming through them and causing them to explode. He remembered excitedly discussing it with his friends and begging his parents for the game. They insisted that he’d get it him for Christmas but by then every copy had been recalled from the shelves. Jamie decided whether this game was fake or not, for £6.50 he could take the risk.

The story of the game was that it had been found in the possession of six different mass murders. Jamie remembered them, and they all definitely happened. There was Erin Dunn - a fifteen year old in Dundee who killed eight civilians and six police officers with a hammer from her dad’s tool shed. She was a quiet, studious girl who never raised her voice, she’d never even got into a fight or argument with anyone. She had a good group of friends, a happy middle class home… no one could figure out what would cause her to snap. Then Robbie Turner from Inverness who took an axe to his work colleagues. One day he was a happy go lucky project manager, next he came in and slashed them to bits. The other one Jamie remembered was Breagha Lynch, when they found her at supermarket she stacked shelves at she was sat in her manager’s chair wearing his skin. Normally, this sort of thing would get dismissed as hysteria, but the fact each one played the game for three days straight before each attack seemed too much of a coincidence to ignore. From what the families’ of the killers said, this game hypnotised them for three days. On the third day, they got up as normal, and they had an extreme, intense anger. Erin trashed her living room before storming out of the house, Robbie threw his computer across the room before going on the attack, Breagha was seen chewing on a colleagues arm she’d ripped from their body. Whether it was the cause or not, the games were recalled.

Jamie was practically giddy as he set up his old mega drive, he’d sent a picture of it to a couple of his old school friends. Lyall responded with a few laughing emojis and adding that he better have an axe in hand. Austin on the other hand seemed less amused by it, after an hour or so he replied with a message begging Jamie not to play it. He assumed Austin was joking, but was a little perturbed by how serious he seemed. He decided to ignore it for now, instead setting up his new game. He sat on his floor cross-legged with a large packet of Doritos, grinning from ear to ear as the intro played. It seemed fairly standard, a muscular pixelated protagonist who couldn’t stand still and was surrounded by streets and blood splatters. When the name filled the screen there was a huge crack on the screen that was filled with static and jagged colours that then morphed into the word ‘Glitch’.

After two days, Austin MacKay - an old friend of Jamie’s - was sent an odd text message from him. Simply: “Do you think the Pied Piper had bagpipes?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, so decided to leave it. Another day later was even more peculiar, it was then he received: “it would’ve been funnier if Robbie Turner had played Golden Axe instead”. Austin wanted to phone the police then, but he didn’t have anything to go on other than an urban legend and a couple of strange text messages. Perhaps if he had have done, he thought for a long time afterwards, maybe Jamie wouldn’t driven his car through that shopping mall, driving through as many people as he possibly could.

The Spiral

Aidan McKennon enjoyed people thinking he was a faerie, he supposed it made sense - he grew up Ballymote and whilst it’s not that they believed in faeries exactly… It was that they didn’t test them just in case, and when Aidan became a strange, distorted being of fear… perhaps ‘faerie’ was the closest word most people could think of to describe something like him. Before he changed, he was five foot three, his long black curls went past his shoulders and he’d spent since the first day of his puberty fifteen years trying to hide his breasts and hips. When the Spiral took him, or rather when he happily and willingly ran through the doorway, knowing it would take him from his miserable, isolating life, he did it so that he could grow six inches, flatten his chest, and deepen his voice. Of course his limbs stretched even further, his fingers, arms, and legs. His hands were distorted, his blue eyes had become pits of black, and his hair more like an oil filled mass. Almost like the illustrations of the fae he’d seen, and he fully intended to use this to his advantage.

Aidan wandered around the foggy hills and mountains of County Sligo, tricking walkers and ramblers, and helping them get lost. He’d appeared as mirages, tempting them as a way out, a friendly face, but disappearing causing them to become even more lost in the wilderness. He’d sometimes talk to them, his voice could be a charming lilting tone, or it could be a menacing, angry growl. He switched between the two depending on what the situation called for. He could grow, and shrink. When he was cut or hurt, his wounds leaked moss, and healed over with mushrooms. When he walked, it was as if his legs were tree branches, spindly and rooting themselves into the ground. When it came to the stormy days, with heavy rain and dense fog, he didn’t bother trying to maintain his more human shape, instead he let the rain take care of his leaves and grass that grew in the crooks and folds of his body.

The fear of those lost in the countryside did keep Aidan sated, but every now and then he needed more. It was quite simple, he’d lead a curious tourist to a ring of mushrooms he’d planted - a “faerie ring” they were too stupid to ignore. They’d sometimes take photos, often step inside, and when they did that’s when Aidan would strike. He’d cause them to feel like they were being dragged into the grass beneath them. They’d willingly given themselves to him, and as a result he’d take them to his labyrinth. He’d sit above it, usually hanging upside down and swinging in the railing. He enjoyed watching his Minotaur follow them through it, and observing as they slowly realised the victims were trapped eternally.

The Stranger

Sara Bayat whistled as she put the finishing touches on the dress she was making for her new doll. The template she had drawn was based on the photograph of her mother back in Mashhad when she was a teenage girl. It reached her feet, the fabric a navy blue with gold and silver stars sewn into it. Her hijab was a beautiful silk, a navy that blended into her dress. She spoke to her sewing machine about how good of a job it was doing.

She put the finishing touches on the beautiful blonde curls made of real human hair on the wig she was putting together for the doll. Ever since she first came into contact with Nikola Orsinov she’d had the ability to breathe life into her toys. However, now she didn’t want to speak to people. She just wanted dolls. So there was an obvious, clear solution. She just had to make more dolls. The wig she was creating was based on another photograph on her notice board, a photo of Ingrid Burgman from Casablanca. She learned to make dolls from her mother, her grandparents own a nice little store in Mashhad. A toy store where they made nearly all of the products themselves, Sara had only seen it in photos - like everything in Mashhad. A strange city full of strangers who’s faces only stood out to her form colourful photographs. They weren’t real. None of them were real.

Sara stood proudly in front of her new doll, it was a few inches shorter than she was and slimmer. Sara carefully sewed on the doll’s wig, slapping her when she moved and cried too much. Sara would prick her doll in the scalp with every stitch, seemingly indifferent to the blood that dripped down her neck. Sara kissed her doll’s forehead, humming to herself as she thought of how well this one would fit in with all the others. Her army’s of dolls that would slowly be apart of Nikola’s circus alongside her mannequins.

The Vast

Cora McKenna had another photo printed in National Geographic. She’d gotten to the point where she stopped caring much - it was the fifteenth now after all - but she was particularly proud of this one. Her work had already been creating buzz in the art world, she specialised in underwater photography and had a knack for finding unique spaces. They said her work created a terrifying sense of open, unending dread. A sheer vastness unthinkable by the human mind. This photo had been marvellous, glorious, the best experience of her entire life.

It was deep sea diving in the North Sea with her then girlfriend Shona. Cora had been disappointed with how much Shona had struggled with diving, she complained the whole way there despite knowing how important it was to Cora. When she got there, she insisted she didn’t want to do it, Cora had to practically force her into the diving suit. She was tempted just to push her in, but she knew that would never work. Instead Cora gave her an ultimatum, she can be on the boat alone or come with her. Cora was very careful to highlight all of the things that could possibly go wrong on the boat, causing Shona to make the sensible decision.

Cora was glad she couldn’t hear Shona as she clumsily swam after her. She could sense her unease and anxiety, and was sure she would be complaining the entire time. Still, there was something satisfying and enthralling about how terrified Shona was behind her. Cora couldn’t explain how she knew where to go, her gut dragged her there. It dragged her down into the cave and through the tunnel. Shona tried to tap her many times to signal to her she was concerned but Cora ignored her. Eventually they reached the cavern, where Cora got her photograph.

When she looked up, she couldn’t even see the sky, and she swore that when she turned around the cave had disappeared too. All she was was the glorious empty sea, a gorgeous free landscape of pure water. She closed her eyes and let her limbs hang there as she saved moon ured it, ignoring Shona tugging on her arm. When Cora opened her eyes she saw them, a mass of moon jellyfish beneath her feet. One rose up in front of her eyes, a lone jellyfish against the empty void of sea. She took a glorious photo, the jellyfish barely a foot in front of her face with the mass of water behind her. When she turned round, expecting to see Shona’s excitement instead she was crying, rambling something as if she forgot Cora couldn’t hear her. She sighed and did what she always had to do, she grabbed Shona’s oxygen tube and yanked it out. Smirking as she saw Shona struggle, confusion and betrayal in her eyes as Cora saw her process that she was going to die alone in a gigantic sea of nothingness. Her body would be stuck there forever. When Shona drifted off Cora sighed, this was the eighth girl she’d brought here. It was a shame no one appreciated it like she did.

The Web

Rhiannon Powell was very good at her job, she worked for her local church in Beaumaris and volunteered for the mental health hotline. She was easily the most asked for whenever anyone had a request, the young woman worked the night shift mostly, and did so without expecting a single thing in return. She had a bright smile, blonde hair tied back in a sensible ponytail and wore jeans and a blouse every day. She was often alone, meaning when she was actually there she had the power to do and say whatever she liked. The Chaplin trusted her to do her best, and after all, so many of their callers asked for Rhiannon personally, as she’d helped them before. Of course, he wasn’t wrong… He simply didn’t realise that what Rhiannon considered her best wasn’t quite what he predicted.

The brilliance of the phone line is that it was completely anonymous, if the caller wished to tell the operator their name that was fine but meant Rhiannon suddenly was not interested in them. If they didn’t have a name, no identifying features then they were the perfect prey. She would always start of the same way, a bright “hello, love, how can I help?” She had a way of setting the customer at ease, after a few moments of small talks and getting down to the real problem Rhiannon would say something along the lines of: “Well, if you really want your partner to understand how you’re feeling perhaps you need to show them. A few scratches on the wrist is easy to ignore, you half conscious in a bath tub of your own blood is much more difficult.” In her sweet voice it sounded gentle, encouraging, and as if it was coming from their mother.

She always kept up with each of the suicides, she felt a string of her web pull her towards each person she spoke to. Sometimes she visited those who were still alive, she nipped in for a cup of tea and add a cheery “well, since your still alive you can’t have been feeling that bad. Thank goodness.” Knowing full well it will send them into a spiral of self doubt. She gave advice about taking care of knives to keep them sharp, the best medications to take for overdosing, and a few affirmations to repeat about how selfless and pure suicide was. She had managed to help 220 callers commit suicide after all, and she was still adamant to keep adding to that total and not let any of them escape her.

[torontoarenas]

Leafs in the Playoffs! 10

i also realized i forgot to do this. mostly because i almost never look at tumblr anymore. (and every time i do could be my last!) but when i looked at my post history and saw that i've done nine of these, i thought, "well, how could i stop there?" after all, ten's such a nice round number.

without further ado, here's the list of every former or current toronto maple leaf under contract to an NHL playoff team in 2023-24:

Boston

James van Riemsdyk (2013 to 2018)

Carolina

Frederik Andersen (2016 to 2021)

Stefan Noesen (2021)

Colorado

{N/A}

Dallas

Mason Marchment (2020)

Edmonton

Connor Brown (2016 to 2019)

Jack Campbell (2020 to 2022) [in the minors]

Sam Carrick (2014 to 2016)

Cody Ceci (2019 to 2020)

Seth Griffith (2016) [in the minors]

Zach Hyman (2016 to 2021)

Greg McKegg (2014 to 2015) [in the minors]

Calvin Pickard (2017)

Florida

{N/A}

Los Angeles

Trevor Moore (2018 to 2020)

David Rittich (2021)

Nashville

Tyson Barrie (2019 to 2020)

Kevin Gravel (2019) [in the minors]

Ryan O'Reilly (2023)

Luke Schenn (2008 to 2012; 2023)

NY Islanders

Pierre Engvall (2019 to 2023)

Matt Martin (2016 to 2018)

NY Rangers

Erik Gustafsson (2023)

Mac Hollowell (2022) [in the minors]

Nic Petan (2019 to 2021) [in the minors]

Jimmy Vesey (2021)

Tampa Bay

{N/A}

Toronto

Nick Abruzzese (2022 to present) [in the minors]

Simon Benoit (2023 to present)

Tyler Bertuzzi (2023 to present)

T. J. Brodie (2021 to present)

Kyle Clifford (2020; 2021 to present) [in the minors]

Connor Dewar (2024 to present)

Max Domi (2023 to present)

Joel Edmundson (2023 to present)

Mark Giordano (2022 to present)

Noah Gregor (2023 to present)

Pontus Holmberg (2022 to present)

Calle Järnkrok (2022 to present)

Martin Jones (2023 to present)

David Kämpf (2021 to present)

John Klingberg (2023 to present) [LTIR]

Matthew Knies (2023 to present)

Maxime Lajoie (2023 to present) [in the minors]

Timothy Liljegren (2020 to present)

Ilya Lyubushkin (2022; 2024 to present)

Mitch Marner (2016 to present)

Auston Matthews (2016 to present)

Jake McCabe (2023 to present)

Bobby McMann (2023 to present)

Fraser Minten (2023 to present) [in junior with Saskatoon Blades]

Matt Murray (2022 to present) [LTIR]

Jake Muzzin (2019 to present) [LTIR]

William Nylander (2016 to present)

Ryan Reaves (2023 to present)

Morgan Rielly (2013 to present)

Marshall Rifai (2024 to present) [in the minors]

Nick Robertson (2020 to present)

Ilya Samsonov (2022 to present)

Alex Steeves (2021 to present) [in the minors]

John Tavares (2018 to present)

Connor Timmins (2022 to present)

Joseph Woll (2021 to present)

Vancouver

Sam Lafferty (2023)

Ilya Mikheyev (2019 to 2022)

Vegas

Michael Amadio (2021)

Byron Froese (2015 to 2016) [in the minors]

Ben Hutton (2021)

Washington

Nicolas Aubé-Kubel (2022)

Rasmus Sandin (2019 to 2023)

Winnipeg

{N/A}

[lawlessfm]

fc suggestions for the owners of the borderline hotel?

okay,      i am simply overjoyed that you’ve shown interest in my beloved owners of the borderline hotel.     some faceclaim suggestions i could see working well would be:      angela sarafyan,    michelle yeoh,    jamie chung,    hugh jackman,     tommy flanagan,     gong yoo,     sandra oh,    juliette binoche,     bradley cooper,     lucy liu,     levy tran,     sandra bullock,    patrick wilson,     matteo martari,    monica bellucci,    milo ventimiglia,    paul rudd,    lee pace,     liev schreiber,    kevin costner,     gil birmingham,    tom ellis,    oscar isaac,    jd pardo,     lee dong wook,    jake gyllenhaal,    keanu reeves,    karl urban,    lee je hoon,    jon hamm,    al pacino,    mads mikkelsen,   fan bingbing,    viggo mortensen,    timothy olyphant,    brian tee,  mark consuelos,    sebastian  stan,    andrew lincoln,   giancarlo esposito,    sienna miller,    jon bernthal,    gerard butler,    henry cavill,    liv tyler,    nikolaj coster waldu,    pedro pascal,    boyd holbrook,    gabrielle union,    ben barnes,    george clooney,    pablo schreiber,    benicio del toro,    adrien brody,     cillian murphy,     sophia bush,    clive owen,    aishwarya rai,    goran visnjic,    tom hiddleston,     nicole kidman,    cate blanchett,    bethany joy lenz,   aidan gillen,   lupita nyong’o,    dwayne johnson,    viola davis,    tony dalton,   rachel mcadams,    amy adams,    james marsden,    bobby cannavale,    taraji p henson,    ryan gosling,    danai gurira,    denzel washington,    jason sudeikis,   laurence fishburne,    idris elba,    steven yeun,    marisa tomei,    alberto ammann,    martin sensmeier,   rami malek,    jim carrey,    jude law,     berk  cankat,    brendan fraser,    angela bassett,    riccardo scamarcio,    alexander skarsgard,     javier bardem,    ian mcshane,    catherine zeta-jones,     cho yeo jeong,    travis fimmel,     son yejin,    michelle pfeiffer,    miranda otto,    golshifteh farahani,     cara gee,     and jessica matten. 

[my-chaos-radio-2010s-list]

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

Rain Over Me - Pitbull feat. Marc Anthony

Ready Or Not - Bridgit Mendler

Reality - Lost Frequencies feat. Janieck Devy

Red Lights - Tiësto

Renegades - X Ambassadors

Rhythm Of Love - Tq, Italove

Ride It - Regard

Ride Or Die - The Knocks feat. Foster The People

Right There - Nicole Scherzinger feat. 50 Cent

Riva (Restart The Game) - Klingande feat. Broken Back

River Flows In You - Jasper Forks

Roar - Katy Perry

Rocketeer - Far East Movement, Ryan Tedder

Rosana - Wax

Roses - The Chainsmokers feat. ROZES

Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

Runaround Sue - Human Nature

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Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

Sailing - Mike Oldfield

Salt - Ava Max

Same Old Love - Selena Gomez

Sans rancune - Sindy feat. La Fouine

Santa Tell Me - Ariana Grande (Xmas)

Say Something - Justin Timberlake feat. Chris Stapleton

Search Party (OST 'Paper Towns') - Sam Bruno

Seek Bromance - Tim Berg

Self Control - Bebe Rexha

Señorita - Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

Shake It Off - Taylor Swift

Shame - Elle King

She Makes Me Wanna - JLS feat. DEV

She Moves (Far Away) - Alle Farben feat. Graham Candy

She Wolf (Falling To Pieces) - David Guetta feat. Sia

She's Got Nothing On (But The Radio) - Roxette

She's On Fire - Bo Saris

She's So Mean - Matchbox Twenty

Shower - Becky G

Side To Side - Ariana Grande feat. Nicki Minaj

Sing Me To Sleep - Alan Walker

Sing That Song - Shaun Bate feat. Sirona

Sit Next To Me - Foster The People

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

Skin - Rag'n'Bone Man

Slow It Down - Amy Macdonald

Solo - Clean Bandit, Demi Lovato

Someone Like You - Adele

Something About You - Elderbrook, Rudimental

Something In The Water - Brooke Fraser

Song For Sophie - Aura Dione

Sparks - Hilary Duff

special - Shinedown

Speeding Cars - Walking On Cars

Spirit Indestructible - Nelly Furtado

Stay - Kygo feat. Maty Noyes

Stay - Zedd, Alessia Cara

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

Strangers - Sigrid

Stuttering - Fefe Dobson

Summer Paradise - Simple Plan feat. Sean Paul

SuperLove - Charli XCX

Survivors - Passenger

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Talk Talk - Cannons

The Adventures Of Rain Dance Maggie - Red Hot Chili Peppers

The Chamber - Lenny Kravitz

The Edge - Tonight Alive

The Flood - Take That

The Girl Is Mine - 99 Souls, Destiny’s Child & Brandy

The Greatest - Sia

The Middle - Zedd, Maren Morris, Grey

The Mother We Share - CHVRCHES

The One That Got Away - Katy Perry

The Sound Of Silence - Disturbed

Thrift Shop - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Wanz

Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter

Thunderclouds - LSD (Sia, Diplo, Labrinth)

Tornado - Little Big Town

Treasure - Bruno Mars

Tu Vuo ‘Fa’ L'Americano - Hetty & The Jazzato Band

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Wagon Wheel - Darius Rucker

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

Waves - Mr. Probz

Way Down We Go - KALEO

We Found Love - Rihanna feat. Calvin Harris

Wet - Nicole Scherzinger

Who Do You Think Of? - M.O

Wind Flower - MAMAMOO

Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters And Men

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You - The Pretty Reckless

You Are The Reason - Calum Scott

You Don’t Know Love - Olly Murs

You Don't Know Me - Ofenbach feat. Brodie Barclay

You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE feat. G-Eazy

You Make Me - Avicii

You Say - Lauren Daigle

Your Song - Ellie Goulding

You’re In Love With A Psycho - Kasabian

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In 1818, high-spirited young Fanny Brawne finds herself increasingly intrigued by the handsome but aloof poet John Keats, who lives next door to her family friends the Dilkes. After reading a book of his poetry, she finds herself even more drawn to the taciturn Keats. Although he agrees to teach her about poetry, Keats cannot act on his reciprocated feelings for Fanny, since as a struggling poet he has no money to support a wife. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Fanny Brawne: Abbie Cornish John Keats: Ben Whishaw Mr. Brown: Paul Schneider Mrs. Brawne: Kerry Fox Toots: Edie Martin Samuel: Thomas Brodie-Sangster Maria Dilke: Claudie Blakley Charles Dilke: Gerard Monaco Abigail: Antonia Campbell-Hughes Reynolds: Samuel Roukin Reynolds sister: Amanda Hale Reynolds sister: Lucinda Raikes Mr. Severn: Samuel Barnett Mr. Hunt: Jonathan Aris Tom Keats: Olly Alexander shopkeeper: Roger Ashton-Griffiths Mrs. Bentley: Eileen Davies Mr. Haslam: Sebastian Armesto Mr. Taylor: Adrian Schiller Charlotte: Theresa Watson Dr. Bree: Vincent Franklin Film Crew: Writer: Jane Campion Producer: Jan Chapman Producer: Caroline Hewitt Executive Producer: François Ivernel Executive Producer: Christine Langan Line Producer: Emma Mager Executive Producer: Cameron McCracken Executive Producer: David M. Thompson Director of Photography: Greig Fraser Editor: Alexandre de Franceschi Casting: Nina Gold Costume Design: Janet Patterson Art Direction: Christian Huband Set Decoration: Charlotte Dirickx Stunt Coordinator: Glenn Marks Supervising Art Director: David Hindle Sound Re-Recording Mixer: John Dennison Visual Effects Producer: Steve Dunn First Assistant Director: Michael Elliott Makeup Artist: Fulvia Bartoli Hair Designer: Konnie Daniel Makeup & Hair: Jane Logan Makeup Artist: Laura Schiavo Hairstylist: Anita Anderson Foley Editor: Leon Anderson Sound Recordist: Angelo Bonanni Foley Artist: Helen Brown ADR Mixer: Peter Gleaves Foley Artist: Paul Huntingford Foley Artist: Dan Johnston Foley Recordist: Duncan McAllister ADR Mixer: Chris Navarro Sound Effects Editor: Sean O’Reilly Dialogue Editor: Tony Vaccher Art Direction: Stefano Maria Ortolani Casting Associate: Robert Sterne Original Music Composer: Mark Bradshaw Movie Reviews: Andres Gomez: Good performances from Cornish, Whishaw and Schneider for a folks and costums movie. You will enjoy it if you like the genre. If not … well, probably it would be a slow and dull romantic drama for you. tmdb28039023: Bright Star is the rare biopic of an artist that actually provides some insight into its subject’s craft. Usually, a film about a writer, including such recent examples as To Olivia (Roald Dahl) and The Laureate (Robert Graves), will approach the creative process as 99-percent inspiration and 1-percent actual work – and sometimes not even that. Writing is taken as matter of course; poems come out straight out of the author’s mouth, fully formed like Athena emerging from Zeus’s forehead. Bright Star doesn’t dismiss the notion of divine inspiration, but it does not tacitly take it for granted either; on the contrary, it acknowledges and articulates it (“If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it had better not come at all”). Moreover, even though it declares “Poetic craft is a carcass, a sham,” it does so perhaps out of modesty (after all, “A poet is not at all poetical. He is the most un-poetical thing in existence. He has no identity”), before diving right into the crux of the craft itself (“A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery”). This is all great stuff, and writer/director Jane Campion displays a sincere love for poetry with which she infuses her characters (who not only commit their favorite poems to memory, but can even recite verbatim from literary reviews). The problem is...

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