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namesisfortombstones · 2 years ago

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ICH, DR. FU MANCHU LEBEN...

Recently I discovered that in Germany when they released the five European Christopher Lee Fu Manchu films (known as “Fu Man Chu” in Deutschland), they recut and released their own specific versions of the films there. They are comparable to how the Japanese monster movies were changed for release in the United States, but no one in America or the series' native England seems to be aware of this. 1. THE FACE OF FU MANCHU - I, DR. FU MANCHU: 96 mins - 83 mins (PAL)/ 88 mins (NTSC)

Whilst he was known as "Dr. Fu Manchu" in the Sax Rohmer books, in the Christopher Lee series, not once is he referred to as "Dr." The Germans, however, go out of their way to refer to him as only "Dr. Fu Manchu." The times "Fu Manchu" alone is used in the German dubs of the entire series can be counted on one hand. Because this was a German co-production with Great Britain, the Germans exported Joachim Fuchsberger and Karin Dor, two of the biggest stars of their "krimi" films, for the cast and they are given billing above Christopher Lee and Nigel Green! The Face of Fu Manchu begins with a moody prison beheading and the credits run over a rainstorm. I, Dr. Fu Manchu has the same video footage for its credits, but plays a jaunty, spritely tune inappropriate in the extreme, written by Gert Wilder. This tune would go on to be used for the main titles of each subsequent film as well. How the Germans felt a Chinese criminal mastermind should be represented musically: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzXwjKk_nFA&ab_channel=MarcoPrati Fuschsberger and Dor dub themselves in the German dialogue, but Christopher Lee does not, which is bizarre considering Lee spoke fluent German. However, whoever did dub Lee dubs Fu Manchu for all five films.

The entire movie has been rescored (presumably by Gert Wilder, credited for the score) to replace the English score. The only time Christopher Whelan's music appears is a brief bit at the very end as Nigel Green rides off on horseback. Most of the new music amounts to stings for the end of scenes or a shock moment. Additionally, scenes that did have music in the English version go scoreless here.

The movie's opening thunderclap has been removed as well. Various scenes throughout are trimmed or cut entirely, including the action sequences. Professor Mueller (and his daughter, Maria Mueller) have been renamed Professor Merten (and Maria Merten) for some indiscernible reason.

There is a new shot and a new scene edited into the German version which seems to have been shot by the British crew. An establishing shot of the museum director's door is inserted when Nayland Smith goes to warn him about Fu Manchu.

In case you just weren’t keeping up with the movie... When the movie's action switches to Tibet, Nayland Smith's party is shown attacking and replacing the monks bringing the Black Hill Poppy seeds to Fu Manchu. Alas, there is no extra footage of Fu Manchu, though.

British colonialists beating up some Buddhist monks because they’re the heroes? Lastly, Fu Manchu's infamous warning, "the world shall hear from me again," has been replaced. As the Tibetian palace Fu is in is blown sky high, Fu seems to somehow [telepathically?!] be addressing Nayland Smith directly and tops off his threat with "I, Dr. Fu Manchu live." This phrase would be repeated for the rest of the series except the last one. There are no end titles, and this would repeat for the other four movies. 2. THE BRIDES OF FU MANCHU - THE 13 SLAVES OF DR. FU MANCHU: 94 mins - 81 mins (PAL)/ 86 mins (NTSC)

The German version opens with a recap of the end of the first movie much like the U.S. version did. However, it does not use the same footage (because the U.S. version somehow managed to have unused footage in their recap). Fu's North African stronghold is shown with establishing shots frequently, presumably with footage from another movie.

In the normal version, Fu’s stronghold is hidden under a desert mountain. Here, it’s just sitting out in the open where God and everyone can notice it. A German voiceover explains something, then the opening credits begin, again accompanied by Gert Wilder's Fu Manchu Theme. The film has once again been entirely rescored by Wilder. And as in the first movie, German actor Heinz Drache gets billing over Christopher Lee. When Jules Merlin is dragged into Fu Manchu's Egyptian-style lair, Fu welcomes him over an intercom system that is not present in the English version. Characters are again renamed for no discernible reason. Michele Merlin is renamed "Maggie." The unseen-because-he's-dead Dr. Ramchad (and his quickly-dead daughter, Shiva) has been renamed "Dr. Preston." Most outrageous of all, Douglas Wilmer's turn as Nayland Smith has been rechristened "Terrence Spencer"! Whether or not, this was done because the part had been recast is unknown. Most of Fu's references to Nayland Smith have been removed. When the film goes to England, a super appears onscreen reading "London 1924." The German version of the first movie had no such claims (and Brides takes place almost immediately following Face). A shot of Maria Mueller's home from Face has been taken and used as an establishing shot when Franz first visits Dr. Merlin in London. There are also some new shots of newspapers featuring photos of Otto Lenz. Some extra footage of a map of North Africa has been inserted when Nayland Smith/Terrence Spencer and company are trying to locate the Temple of Karnac where Fu is holed up.

Well at least they thought to show this new building blowing up in the climactic inferno as well. 3. THE VENGEANCE OF FU MANCHU - THE REVENGE OF DR. FU MANCHU: 92 mins - 80 mins (PAL)/ 85 mins (NTSC)

The movie starts out with a brand new title sequence, underscored with Wilder's theme music. However, the original composer Malcolm Lockyer is given credit this time around and indeed, this version has not been rescored. Christopher Lee is finally properly given top billing, as he would for the remaining two films. However, German actor Wolfgang Kieling playing the very-extremely side-character Dr. Lieberson is given second billing! Horst Frank manages to get the "and" credit. Apparently, the Germans just wanted a new credit sequence because they then proceed to use the raw footage from the movie's original credit sequence as Chinese slaves haul Fu Manchu and his daughter to their homeland province of (the fictional?) Kwang Su.

Look, ma! No supers! When the movie cuts to England, a super identifying it as "London" appears, though no year is given this time. Douglas Wilmer is back to being Nayland Smith with no explanation whatsoever. However, Horst Frank's cowboy gangster character Rudy Moss has been renamed "Ronald Moss." When Fu Manchu and his daughter speak Chinese (which they do an inordinate lot in this film), they are merely dubbed with new German dialogue. It is unknown whether the dialogue was made up or actually translated from Chinese (Tsai Chin helped Christopher Lee with his Chinese lines). Of the five movies, this one has the least changes, though a sequence of Fu Manchu explaining to Rudy/Ronald just what the hell they're doing has been removed.

4. THE BLOOD OF FU MANCHU - THE DEATH KISS OF DR. FU MANCHU: 94 mins - 78 mins (PAL)/ 82 mins (NTSC)

A new shot of some Amazonian waterfalls opens the movie before cutting to Fu Manchu's dacoits hauling the bevy of women to his Incan lair. There is supposedly a thunderstorm nearby (though the sky looks clear) and the sound effects are culled from audio of King Ghidorah's gravity beams in Monster Zero (no, for real)!

Are there even waterfalls on the Amazon?

The credits, this time, are the same credits seen in The Blood of Fu Manchu, but again have been rescored with Gert Wilden's tune. Tsai Chin does not get credit in this one (despite her being onscreen in the credit sequence!) and Jess Franco's name is cut off the screen (you just see "Regie" and no actual name).

Directed by None of Your Goddamn Business Wilden has again rescored the film with stings and cues. Only one piece of Daniel White's original score remains in the film during an early scene in a jungle. The character of Celeste has been renamed "Cheleste" for some reason.

Much of the movie's ending explosion has been cut considerably leaving things even more abrupt than the film already did. And instead of using the amazingly moody and avant garde version of "the world shall hear from me again" from the English version, here, a shot of Fu from the opening titles is superimposed over the waterfall to assure Nayland Smith that "I, Dr. Fu Manchu live."

Germany, what the hell? You thought THIS was better than this???

5. THE CASTLE OF FU MANCHU - THE TORTURE CHAMBER OF DR. FU MANCHU: 92 mins - 80 mins (PAL)/ 85 mins (NTSC)

The Castle of Fu Manchu has been entirely overhauled by the Germans as if they knew the film was a piece of shit and decided they were going to make it better as best they could. Constantin Films gave it a valiant go, but ultimately, the movie is still a slog. Just slightly more interesting because of the changes to the English version. The movie opens with a brand new shot of a tree limb before cutting to the insert of Fu Manchu from the opening of the previous movie as he explains his new plan.

Behold, the tree limb of terror! The footage from both The Brides of Fu Manchu and A Night to Remember that make up the film's prologue has been trimmed considerably. All the footage of the ship's revelers has been taken out. Once the iceberg--er, the chunk of ice Fu has caused to appear in the Caribbean--hits the ship, the film does not cut back to the Brides footage, leaving us to believe Fu's test was a complete success, rather than the utter failure it is in the English version. Also, the Titanic footage goes from tinted blue to completely black and white and back again. The final shot of the Titan-er, ship sinking has been cropped considerably.

Instead of the travelogue scenes of the movie's titular castle from the English version, the movie has a brand new titles sequence. Using the footage from The Blood of Fu Manchu's credits sequence and Gert Wilden's theme song, the Germans manage to invent a far superior work (and Tsai Chin gets her credit back). Amusingly, every so often, Fu Manchu himself interrupts the credits sequence via radio broadcast announcing each time, "This is the voice of Dr. Fu Manchu!" The rest of the film has been rescored. None of the original score makes it in this version.

This time, people are not the only ones being renamed. The castle of Fu Manchu becomes a "palace." Honestly, "The Palace of Fu Manchu" does sound better and more exotic. The ailing Burt Young look-alike Dr. Heracles now becomes Dr. Henderson.

Much like the other films, new foley sounds abound. When Lin Tang follows Lisa across Istanbul to meet Omar Pasha (named for a real Ottoman field marshal), Muslim chanting can be heard in the distance.

There are two brief new scenes not in the English version, both made up of stock footage. Firstly, a scene of Lin Tang walking through the Incan prisoner cells from The Blood of Fu Manchu has been inserted for no particular reason, unless to justify the movie's new title. Another new scene uses shots from elsewhere in the film to feature Fu Manchu condemning Lisa to his torture chamber. She does not take it very well.

Pretty ballsy, Germany. The lame-ass explosion taken from what looks like a black and white silent film when Fu's dacoits attempt to assassinate Nayland Smith with a grenade has been replaced by an almost-as-lame still image of smoke from an explosion.

Is this really better? The end of the movie drops the bombshell that Lisa is actually Omar Pasha's daughter. She calls out "Mein vater!" before ditching Nayland Smith and Dr. Heracles/Henderson. In the English version, it's heavily implied that Pasha and Lisa are lovers! The Germans obviously took one look at this film's weak-ass "the world shall hear from me again" and wisely replaced it with the much better one from The Vengeance of Fu Manchu despite the fact Fu never wears a feather in this film. For the first time in German, Fu actually does say the phrase "the world shall hear from me again" instead of the "I, Dr. Fu Manchu live" from the prior four films.

Thanks, guys. This is a lot better. Is The Torture Chamber of Dr. Fu Manchu better than The Castle of Fu Manchu? Honestly, for all its numerous changes, it's about the same quality. No better, no worse, just an interesting variant. At least it's over about five minutes quicker. The German version is certainly better, though, than the awful American version utilized for Mystery Science Theater 3000 that looked like amateurs made the film. The German versions have been released onto DVD in Germany. There is The Dr. Fu Manchu Collection and The Complete Collection of Dr. Fu Manchu. Despite the wildly different packaging, they appear to be the same disc contents and should be easily available to anyone trying to track them down (I got my set from Amazon UK).

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slut4slytherinss · 1 year ago

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Labyrinth

Pt. 1 - Gold Rush

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Summary: reader finds herself falling in love, hard, for Mattheo not long after she broke her own heart over him. Initially convinced that she will never recover from her pain that he caused, she marvels at how she finds comfort in the boy that hurt her.

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Warnings: cursing, basically the same as pt.1 minus the angst, so much cheesiness it’s gross, lovey dovey!mattheo bc I’m extremely soft, sort of angsty but in a beautiful way, these aren’t even warnings atp, the other students being jealous cunts, possible references to books or movies, Regulus is STILL dead (wdym he’s literally in bed beside me rn), Dorothea being kind of rude (dw my girl is still your bestie), Drastoria(to all you Drarry shippers I’m sorry), mention of ronmione, slight rush and basically no plot, SUPER FUCKING SHORT IM SORRY😞

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

“It only hurts this much right now.” Was what I was thinking the whole time.

You walk down the hallway aside Mattheo, fingers intertwined. You agreed to try it out and it’s lasted a month, but that doesn’t stop everyone in the castle from starting rumors. He traces circles on the back of your hand with his thumbnail, in a comforting manner, he leans in to whisper in your ear “Let’s go back to my dorm, okay?” You nod. You two go to his dorm a lot, not to hook up, you haven’t had sex since the party, his dorm is like a safe space — and his friends are fucking awesome. You’ve barely even told Dorothea what your relationship has been like, becoming closer and closer with the Slytherins.

When you get into his dorm you take your robe off, leaving you in your white button-up, skirt that rests appropriately at your knees, calf high socks and black Doc Martens. Mattheo places your robe gently atop a chair next to his desk before taking his own robe off and kicking his shoes off. “Lay with me, love?” He asks sweetly which causes you to roll your eyes, but oblige. You lie next to him in the bed, just talking. That’s all you two ever do lately, though, it gives you a fair bit of anxiety — trusting him with your secrets. It terrifies you, actually. You need to just—

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. I’ll be getting over you, my whole life.

Seriously. He’s unforgettable. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. Mattheo must feel how tense you are because he begins to trace stars on your back, it’s his little form of comfort. I’ve never been good at that, he’d told you once. Which seems like total bullshit because he always manages to calm you, or at least make you forget about your issues for a while. That also scares you, the fact he can make you want to cry, strangle him, and yourself, but also smile, laugh, hug him. Terrifies you. No one has ever impacted you this much. Everything is moving so fast, but Mattheo is there with you, along for the ride.

You know how scared I am of elevators. Never trust it if it rises fast, it can’t last.

You walk into your dorm, laying down on your bed and dropping your bag on the floor. You quickly turn over when you hear Dorothea’s voice “Look who’s finally home.” She says in an annoyed tone. “Dor? What are you doing in here?” You sit up, she looks at you with raised brows and crossed arms. “Really? You start dating Mattheo Riddle, leave me alone for weeks, get new friends and you’re asking me why I’m here?” You swallow, “You told me you’d get over him, you lied to me.” “Dorothea, c’mon, this is like—like a trial, to see if we’re good together, he’s really sweet.” You try to justify your actions “He’s Mattheo Riddle!” She whispers aggressively, shaking her head. “He’s my boyfriend!” You spit out, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. Dorothea visibly flinches, “What?” “He’s—he’s my boyfriend,” you repeat, more confidently. “You just said that the relationship was a trial.” “Well it is, but he’s still my boyfriend. Mine. So stop trying to criticize him and me simply because I care for him.” You breathe out that last part “You care for him?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, I care for him. It’s not like—I’m in love with him or something, I just care.” You say quickly. You’re not in love with him. You can’t be, right?

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

The day after your interaction with Dorothea is, odd, to say the least. You sit outside in the courtyard, leaning against a tree, you’ve been avoiding Mattheo like the plague ever since your revelation. This whole things just feels so—raw. But of course he found you.

It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind.

“Hey,” he gives you a small smile. “Hi.” You reply, he sits down next to you. “I haven’t seen you all day, you avoiding me?” That causes you to laugh—and also tell the truth with a few nods. “Yeah, yeah I have.” He tilts his head but doesn’t seem upset in the slightest. “Why’s that?” “Well—um,” you try to get the words out but they seem a little stuck. “It’s okay, take your time.” He brings his hand down to hold yours, tracing gentle circles on your palm. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder. “I care about you, Mattheo.” You admit. He grins, really grins. “I care about you too.” The boy says, “Really?” He nods “Always have,” he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear, “always will.” His whisper is like a secret for only you to hear, a promise that will never be broke, a sacred oath.

Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile.

“Boys!” You call out in a sing-song voice, “I’ve brought sweets!” They got in trouble for talking too loudly during class and were removed from this weeks Hogsmeade weekend, you decided to buy them some sweets. Blaise is the first to you, “Thank Merlin, Y/n!” He snatches a bag from you as you giggle. You toss some sweets onto Draco’s bed as all the boys thank you, Mattheo stands up and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek. That action causes all the others to groan and tell you to “Get a room.” Pansy and Astoria walk into the room, talking animatedly, Astoria sits on Draco’s bed beside him, tossing bags of clothes at him, “I’ve got you a new suit.” He grins and kisses the side of her neck in thanks. “Y/n! You totally missed it,” Pansy exclaims, practically shoving Mattheo off of you to lock her arm onto yours. “We caught Weasley and Granger snogging in the bathrooms at Three Broomsticks!” You giggle at her words and sit down on Mattheo’s bed with her, “Seriously? You steal my girlfriend and now my bed?” He asks Pansy, in a mock-offended way, she sticks her tongue out at him. “C’est la vie.” Blaise shrugs with a smirk playing at his lips as he eats the chocolate you gave him. “Speaking of that,” Theodore begins “how’s the sex Matt?” He teases, which causes you to blush and Mattheo to shove Theodore. “Shut it man, that’s so gross.” “Oh c’mon!” Astoria exclaims, “Y/n never tells us anything about it.” She shakes her head. “Maybe she doesn’t want to.” Mattheo defends you, you just stay silent. You tune them out, you just hate how everyone already wants you to be sleeping together. Why would you? It’s taken you long enough to call him your boyfriend, let alone touch him (approximately three weeks). Sure, you’ve hooked up before, but never as a couple. That act is supposed to be intimate with a person you care about. So why do it so soon? You’re taken away from your thoughts by the feel of Mattheo’s hand gripping yours.

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back. Just like that.

It’s now been around two months, officially dating, Dorothea has apologized and became friends with the Slytherin’s, it’s all perfect. Except, you and Mattheo still haven’t kissed nor done anything but cuddle and hold hands. You’re not sure why but the act feels too intimate, too scary for you. You’ve kissed lots of guys before—granted none were your boyfriend—but still. You can’t seriously be falling for him, right?

“Hey love,” Mattheo murmurs, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Did Dorothea let you in?” You question with a yawn, he just hums and nods, sitting next to you on your bed. “How’s my girl doing?” He asks, “Stressed and exhausted.” You reply as you trace your quill along the parchment “You’re seriously doing that extra credit essay?” “Yes, Mattheo, I am. I’m totally failing Slughorn’s class and he never lets us do shit like this for extra credit, I’m savoring it.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Just take a little break. For me?” You groan but end up giving in, leaning back against his chest. “You’re so lucky I lo—“ you cut yourself off quickly, immediately looking away from him. He stiffens, “You what?” He murmurs, you swallow. “Nothing, nothing important.” You say quickly. Mattheo desperately wants to change the subject so he just nods and looks forward.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

After a few minutes of silence, Mattheo speaks again “What were you going to say?” He asks in a whisper, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip bone. “It doesn’t matter.” You murmur, but Mattheo is quite persistent and asks again, you finally give in and mutter “I love you.” Which causes his breath to catch, I love you, those words shouldn’t be a big deal—you aren’t asking him to marry you or anything—but they are. He swallows before murmuring “Really?” To which you reply with a timid “Yes.” A slow smile creeps up on his face. “Well, I love you too.” You grin like an idiot, love, a silly thing to be obsessing over—but alas, you are.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

A/N: sorry this one was so short, I just wanted to end this on a sweet note.. sooooo yeah. And sorry for the wait lol🙈🙈

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leiawritesstories · 1 year ago

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Who Gave My Wife Liquor?

Rowaelin Month 2023, Day 20: Drunken Antics

y'all know i cannot resist this prompt 🤭🤭 so enjoy some fun drunken shenanigans involving the whole court of Terrasen plus Fenrys, Dorian, and some potentially bad decisions (but no angst i promise). fair warning: it's total crack, i honestly don't think it makes any sense, but it's (maybe) fun

also based off a prompt sent to @rowaelinprompts: "drunk and clingy Aelin" ;))

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, intoxication, silly goofy times

Enjoy!!!

@rowaelinscourt

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Aelin was absolutely beaming as she descended the stairs and headed into the well-lit great room of the castle's private wing, where a fire was blazing merrily in the hearth and laughter spilled from the wide-open doors. Her heart was full twice over at the sound of her friends' laughter--they had all been through so much in the last ten years, and the fact that they could still laugh was a miracle in and of itself.

"You're late!" Dorian called, catching her arm and leading her into the informal party. "And about three drinks behind, Your Majesty." Grinning, his sapphire eyes just beginning to glaze over, he grabbed the nearest flask and poured her a cup, tapping his drink to hers. "Cheers!"

"And you have shit tolerance, Your Majesty," she teased, downing the short glass of wine in one go. Dorian rolled his eyes, and she laughed. "Lighten up, Dor. Not all of us have your youthful ability to recover." Dorian, as a human, had less tolerance than the Fae and the shifter and Elide, who could drink Lorcan under the table, but he also recovered rapidly from his hangovers.

"Again with the you're an old man jokes?" Lorcan clicked his tongue, smirking. "Wasn't it you who kept telling me to get creative?"

"That would be your wife, actually." Aelin raised her refilled cup to the hulking, dark-haired male, whose face flushed bright scarlet at her innuendo.

"Galathynius," he grunted, tipping the contents of his glass down his throat.

"Don't be so put off, darling," Elide soothed her husband. "Aelin's just grumpy because you made me scream so loud last night we woke the whole castle up."

"And I'll do it again tonight," he winked.

Fenrys spewed wine all over himself. "Fucking gods!" he shrieked, pretending to be mortified. "You lot and your insatiable se--"

"You're just as bad, Fenny," Aelin smirked. "Or should I say, good boy?"

The normally roguish blonde blushed bright crimson and said nothing, choosing to grab the nearest ounce glass of liquor and tip it down his throat. "How?!" he demanded, both mortified and genuinely curious to discover how Aelin had heard that little pet name.

She beamed innocently and threw back a shot of her own. "That's for me to know and you--and your pretty boy--to find out."

"Pretty boy?" Lysandra wheezed, slinging her arm around Aelin's shoulders. "Holy rutting gods, Fen, I knew you weren't particular in bed, but I never would have guessed you'd want to be the one taking orders."

Dorian was conspicuously silent.

Observant as ever, Aelin turned towards the young king, a smile so friendly and approachable that it was truly terrifying slipping across her face. "Dor, darling."

"Oh fuck," he muttered.

"Have you been satisfied with Lord Moonbeam's visits to your kingdom?" The enquiry was perfectly polite, even diplomatic, but the smirk on Aelin's lips added a twist to the innocent words.

Dorian picked up the closest flask and drained it.

Fenrys snickered. "Don't be shy, Majesty. We won't--ah!" His teasing was abruptly cut off with a soft yelp. Dorian flicked the blonde Fae a look heated enough to boil water.

Aelin had a very good idea just what (phantom) hands had silenced Fenrys before he could make an incredibly ribald remark. "I see."

"For a queen so revered, Ae, you have no propriety," Aedion fake-sighed, reaching across his cousin to grab the glass bottle of whiskey that had definitely come from the back of the cellar.

"Says the one who cavorted his merry way through the mountains," she retorted, passing her glass to be filled. "Say, how is Kyllian doing these days?"

"He's fine," Aedion said, too quickly.

Lysandra grinned and curled herself close to Aedion's side, whispering something into his ear that made him choke on his mouthful of whiskey and splutter the aged liquor all over his shirt.

She cackled, tears of merriment spilling out of her bright green eyes. "There's no need to worry, Aed. We're all friends here, no?"

"How sweet," Elide crooned. She pinched her husband's cheek. "See, Lor? We're all friends."

"Lorcan doesn't have friends," Rowan said, completely deadpan. He'd been lounging in a comfortable armchair, admiring his wife and sipping on his glass of liquor like the civilized old male he was.

Lorcan snorted. "Fuck you."

"Let's keep the past in the past, shall we?" Rowan smirked over the rim of his glass.

For the second time that night, Lorcan's tan face flushed violently red, and the room exploded into laughter.

"I knew it!" Aelin cried triumphantly, pointing at Lorcan. "I knew you and my buzzard were lovers!"

"Best he's ever had," Lorcan mumbled, barely audible.

Elide gasped for breath through her peals of laughter, clutching at her chest and clinging to Lorcan's broad shoulder for support. "We need to get you drunk more often, love," she wheezed.

"The hell you do," he grumbled. "That sounds like a terrible idea."

"I have a GREAT idea!" Fenrys announced, rising unsteadily to his feet and brandishing his bottle of wine.

"You absolutely do not," absolutely everyone else chorused.

"First of all, that'sh' fuckin' rude!" He pretended to pout. "An' shecon'ly, it's a great idea!" He took a long drink from the bottle and pointed right at Lorcan. "Lorky, I dare you."

"You dare me to what, Moonie?" Lorcan shot the younger male an insolent smirk.

Fenrys beamed, which was both hilarious and terrifying. "Clothes off, an' pose as a sh-sht-stashue for three minutes."

"Fine." Lorcan drained the rest of his drink, stood up, shucked his clothes except for his undershorts, and strolled out into the hall. The others followed him, laughing and playfully ogling.

Elide wolf-whistled. "Don't be shy, Lor, pose like one of the ancient sculptures." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Most of us have seen you naked, you know."

Lorcan sighed, and Aelin swore she heard him mutter something about so much for keeping secrets under his breath. "I'm not drunk enough for that, Li."

"Pity," Aelin snickered. "You'd make such a well-endowed sculpture."

"Careful, Rowan," Lorcan drawled. "Your wife's objectifying other males again."

"Who gave my wife liquor?" Rowan called, laughing. "She only does that when she's drunk."

"You're mean," Aelin teased, frowning theatrically at her grumpy buzzard.

"Thought you liked me mean," he murmured, the words a wicked promise that set her blood alight. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and laid his hand against the curve of her ass, squeezing just enough to make her inhale.

"No!" Aedion yelped, throwing his hands over his face. "Shit, I'm standing right here!"

Lysandra doubled over with laughter, throwing a wink over at Aelin. "Look what you've done to your poor innocent little cousin," she giggled, unable to get all the words out without losing her grip on her merriment.

Aelin snorted. "Lys, if Aedy is innocent, then I'm a virgin priestess."

Lys wiped tears from her eyes. "All right, you--is Fenrys naked?"

Yes. Yes he was.

Completely undressed, Fenrys sprinted down the hall and back, grinning like a schoolboy when he reached the others again. "I didn't fall over!" he crowed, exuberant.

"Didn't stand up, either," Aelin muttered, half to herself.

Rowan coughed, a deep laugh billowing out of his chest. "Give him some slack, Fireheart," he laughed. "Moonie here is a little too drunk to perform as quickly as he usually does."

Fenrys shrieked in protest. "I perform longly!"

"Tha'sh'not a word, Fen," Dorian drawled, his words slurring together.

"Neither is anything the two of you are about to say to each other," Rowan whispered into Aelin's ear.

She around and pressed her face into his chest to stifle the fit of laughter that made her whole body shake. "You and your godsdamn impeccable timing," she gasped once she'd regained her breath.

Her husband winked. "I try."

Slowly, their dear friends began to disperse, first Fenrys and Dorian, the two leaning on each other for support but still staggering, then Elide and Lorcan, and finally Aedion and Lysandra. Aelin looked around the room at the empty glasses and bottles and flasks left on tables and couches. "Should we--"

"Later." Without blinking, Rowan swept her up into his arms. "Right now, you need to go to bed."

"Is that a promise, buzzard?" She looped her arms effortlessly around his neck, lowered her lashes, and smiled lazily up at him, sending a hazy image of slick skin and dancing flames into his mind.

He inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. "Don't tease me, princess." His voice dropped to a thick rumble, the way it always did when she'd pushed just the right buttons. In a blur of Fae speed, he whisked them upstairs to their rooms, kicked the door shut, and laid her gently on the bed.

And she promptly fell asleep.

Chuckling softly, Rowan slipped Aelin's shoes off, changed into his nightclothes, splashed some water on his face, and slipped into bed, curling himself around her. She sighed and went boneless against him, her breaths deep and rhythmic. In moments, he was asleep as well, following his queen into dreams as he did every night.

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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Hey

Could I request something with Dorian and the reader is having difficulty with anxiety and he sort of just comforts her?

Thankssss

Hi! Of course💜 for me when my anxiety is bad, I usually try to distract myself so that's the route I went with here (also I used this as an excuse to put my dog's name into a story)

Distraction

Dorian x Reader

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack at the beginning

The splash of cold water on your face was enough to draw you back to your current surroundings, finally inhaling a deep - albeit shaky - breath. You couldn’t even recall what triggered the anxiety, a vortex of thoughts spiraling with every worry your mind could create.

The door to the bedroom opened, boots clicking against the hardwood floor as Dorian strode into the bathroom where you were hunched over the sink. Sapphire blue eyes searched your appearance - the fidgety hands tapping the counter, chest heaving, gaunt eyes on a paled face as the splashed water dripped down.

His gaze softened, lips thinning into a straight line as he recognized your anxious state, asking softly, “hey love, can I give you a hug?”

After another deep breath, you nodded, turning around as you wrapped your arms around Dorian’s waist, tucking your head into his chest. He held you snugly, the comforting pressure of his arms around you already easing your breath. You focused on the feel of his warm body, his scent of oud and cardamom, the soft beat of his heart.

He held you there for a long moment, before the restlessness took over once more, and you pulled away. Protectively wrapping your arms around your chest, you looked around anxiously. “I need something to do. I’ve just been stewing with my thoughts. Can we go somewhere?”

Dorian nodded, a bright smile lighting up his face. “I know exactly where to take you,” he said, reaching out a hand for you to hold. Twining your fingers in his, you allowed Dorian to lead you out of the castle and towards the stables.

Scrunching your nose at the smell of hay and manure, you coughed out your complaints. “Why are we here, Dor?”

Chuckling at your dramatics, Dorian just smirked as he pulled you into one of the stalls, where a stable boy crouched over one of his hounds. “Hi Simon,” Dorian greeted, drawing the attention of the boy. “If you want to take a break, I thought we could spend some time with the puppies for awhile.”

As Simon stood, nodding his thanks before he left the stall, you took in the sight of the newborn puppies snuggled into their mom’s side. “Oh my goodness,” you cooed, a soft whisper as you knelt down with the pups.

Dorian kneeled next to you, stroking the mother’s head as he watched you pet the tiny puppies. “They were just born this morning. I thought they might cheer you up.”

Your heart swelled as you watched the little animals stumbling around, tripping over each other to get closer to their mother’s warmth. Nodding, you let out a soft laugh as a particularly small black pup waddled over to you, nudging your hand. Carefully, you scooped it up, holding the sweet creature to your chest as it nuzzled in close.

“They don’t usually take to people so quickly,” Dorian whispered in awe. The two of you shared a soft smile, and he nodded at the pup. “You should name that one.”

As happiness bubbled up inside of you at the tenderness of the moment, you knew what name to give. “Joy.”

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weirdlookindog · 1 year ago

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The Strangler of Blackmoor Castle (Der Würger von Schloß Blackmoor, 1963) - Danish program

#der würger von schloß blackmoor #the strangler of blackmoor castle #karin dor #harry riebauer #rudolf fernau #1963 #1960s movies #harald reinl #horror #krimi #program

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yessfordor · 5 months ago

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BBQ Bacon Burger

#dor post #yessfordor #sketches #law of talos karl #karl law of talos #karl castle of nations #castle of nations karl #Law of talos #Oct #Endzone #Karl #Castle of nations #oc tournament

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georgefairbrother · 1 year ago

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Iconic British actress Diana Dors, ‘the English Marilyn Monroe’, and 'Siren of Swindon’, was born Diana Mary Fluck, on October 23rd, 1931.

She enjoyed great success in British films, her first role in 1947, and later had a limited career under contract to RKO in Hollywood. In her later years she was a favourite on chat shows, and had character roles in a number of British films, including Steptoe and Son Ride Again, as well as guest turns in television programmes such as The Sweeney, The Two Ronnies, and Hammer House of Horror.

She passed away from cancer in 1984, at the age of 52.

This great clip is from her Yorkshire Television sitcom, Queenie's Castle (1970-72) in which, as the family matriarch, she unwisely confronts her son, 'Our Raymond', over having been seen at the pub with a 'right tarty blonde...'

#social history #working class history #diana dors #yorkshire television #leeds uk #british comedy #british actors #british cinema #british culture

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iimrloverman · 4 months ago

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olá 👋👋 @byvignette

castle crumbling - Anakin Skywalker

olá eu sei que tô enrolando faz meses mas 1 todo dia eu esqueço de falar pq a gente faz muita coisa da escola ou besteira ou para de falar ent eu esqueço mas tava no meu bloco de notas a um tempo já

provas

enfim vamos lá

Interpreto a música como um pensamento um momento que o anakin/vader está refletindo remoendo tudo que aconteceu tudo que ele perdeu e se arrepende

interpreto a primeira parte grifada como a infância/juventude do Anakin, como ele era bom e tinham expectativa sobre ele, alguma lembrança do Qui-Gon Jinn e da mãe do Anakin, da Padme e do Obi wan que realmente acreditavam nele

Lembranças de momentos bons de tudo que ele perdeu

segunda parte grifada pq ELE É UM ANJO CAÍDO

Burning bridges is an expression that means you’ve destroyed your ability to turn back or irreparably damage your relationship with someone

essa explicação tava no genius e, eu vejo muito do que aconteceu no relacionamento dele e da Padme nisso

As duas últimas partes marcadas eu interpreto como algo que ele sente em relação a padme, como ele não quer (e também não pode) mostrar o que ele se tornou

primeira parte marcada porque ele É O ESCOLHIDO pra trazer equilíbrio a força, até o último momento ele foi, mas todos (todos não né) esperavam que ele fosse fazer isso pelo lado da bom

momento crítica aos jedis: conselho jedi um bando de IDIOTAS que não perceberam oq rolava no lado deles pq eles são prepotentes (e aconteceu mais de uma vez). Claro que acreditavam no Anakin, esperavam dele a profecia, mas eles nunca confiaram nele, o que colaborou pra queda

i held that grudge til it tore me apart

de novo anjo caído, lembro que tu disse que parecia um louvor uma vez meio que é

Essa parte toda me lembra ele, foi aqui que eu comecei a pensar nisso e relacionar tudo então vamos lá por partes:

segunda parte grifada: bom eu não vi as séries animadas por preguiça e falta de tempo, mas poucas coisas que eu sei é que perceberam as (muitas) vezes que o anakin trupicou pro lado negro, e tentaram ajudar ele. Nos filmes a gente vê isso tbm, a padme e o obi wan indo até mustafar (e o desfecho disso)

primeira parte grifada: pode o lado negro subiu a cabeça dele. A gente ver como ele já tropeçava pra esse lado (massacre do povo de areia), e com o passar do tempo e a influência do Palpatine sobre ele até chegar no estopin de ser uma forma de salvar a padme (que na vdd foi a causa da morte dela, o romantismo, morrer por amar)

ultimas duas linhas: ele no império que ele ajudou a construir, a moldar, na nave nos momentos que ele precisava tratar os ferimentos das queimaduras (e todos os outros)

MATARAM OQ EU ESCREVI 😵‍💫😵‍💫

essa imagem ilustra muito bem a última parte grifada

mataram minha explicação muito foda dessa parte e eu tinha falado do Luke nela ent sim vida meu amor tá pensando certinho vamos assistir o resto qualquer dia desses

taylor tava ✒️ 💥💥 nessa parte e eu acho sim plausível alguém de 18 escrever isso meu pensamento médio

enfim vamos lá, duas primeiras linhas: todos, quem se importava com e quem sempre odiou ele viram a queda dele, perderam ele.

Eu não considero muito a segunda linha porque o anakin sabe lembra o que levou ele a esse estado, o que arruinou tudo. Mas imagino essa linha como na parte que ele descobre a morte da Padme, que ele perdeu ela mesmo depois de tudo.

Primeiras duas partes grifadas: ele se tornou um monstro. Eu amo o personagem a construção a queda sou louco por essa história de verdade. Ele se tornou um monstro, matou destruiu planetas inteiros ajudou a construir um Império de dor, as pessoas comemoraram quando ele morreu

acontece algo parecido com o que aconteceu com a sua vampira e a namorada dela. O Anakin/Vader morre se sacrifica (eu não lembro bem) na ""última"" (somehow he returned) batalha com o Palpatine, e o único que sabe disso e o Luke, o único que acreditou que ainda tinha bondade no coração do Anakin foi o filho dele QUE ELE TENTOU MATAR. O luke é o filho da Padme porque eles foram os únicos que ainda acreditavam no anakin

O Luke foi o único que sentiu o luto, ele fez uma cerimônia pra ele enquanto todos comemoravam (inclusive a Leia) a morte do Vader e queda do Imperio.

As pessoas costumavam a celebrar as conquistas dele pra ordem jedi, agora elas comemoram que ele finalmente morreu

E ele nunca quis que a família dele odiasse ele, ele nunca pode ter a família dele.

isso linde obrigada por ler

#Spotify #beabeabea

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