#cinematic escapades

[kesarijournal]

The Great Indian Box Office Riddle: Muscle Mayhem vs. Martyrs' Valor

In the ever-bewildering world of the Indian box office, a new enigma emerges. The war hero epic “Sam Bahadur” stands with quiet dignity, yet it’s the rip-roaring “Animal” that gallops ahead, leaving a shimmering trail of muscled bravado and shattered records. What’s behind this phenomenon? Is it just our hunger for escape, or something more profound at play?**The Seduction of Escapism:**Life’s…

[fabioemme78]

[truevedicastrology]

Venus in Signs Unveiled 🌌

Embarking upon the cosmic tapestry, we unravel the intricacies of Venusian manifestations. 🔥

In the fiery realm of Aries, ardor reigns supreme, igniting a fervent pursuit. The thrill of an elusive paramour captivates them, yet ennui looms post-honeymoon. Their ardency, however, knows no bounds. 💖

In the sensual abode of Taurus, desire craves opulence. Lavish dates and regal treatment define their romantic utopia. Physical intimacy and emotional proximity intertwine, creating an immersive experience with their beloved. 💑

Gemini's Venus, an aficionado of spontaneity, hungers for intellectual engagement. Monotony befalls them swiftly, and commitment becomes an elusive concept. Their affections gracefully dance among multiple partners. 🕺💃

Cancer's Venus seeks a haven in their partner, a refuge akin to home. Nestled in cuddles, cinematic escapades ensue. Evading ephemeral dalliances, they gravitate towards enduring commitments. 🏡❤️

The regal Venus in Leo yearns to be the coveted prize, basking in public displays of affection. Loyalty intertwines with a penchant for inciting jealousy, creating a theatrical romantic landscape. 🎭👑

Virgo's Venus communicates love through acts of service. Nurturing their partner brings fulfillment, tempered with constructive criticism from a place of genuine care. 🌱💕

Libra's Venus craves equilibrium, desiring a relationship as a tranquil sanctuary. Discomfort breeds passive-aggression, a covert expression of unspoken grievances. Their loyalty surfaces when the cosmic scales align. ⚖️💏

Scorpio's Venus hungers for an immersive, profound love, scorning superficial connections. The tempest of excitement and chaos fuels their ardor, warding off the specter of ennui. 🌪️❤️

Sagittarius' Venus, an ardent admirer of romance, weaves tales of unparalleled significance. Charismatic honesty coexists with a penchant for exploring diverse romantic vistas. 📖🌍

Capricorn's Venus values mature, responsible partners. Love unfolds methodically, grounded in trust and reliability, transcending mere emotional fervor. 🧘‍♂️💖

Aquarius' Venus craves a camaraderie-fueled romance, where jest and banter abound. The shackles of a stifling union suffocate their individualistic essence. 🤣🤔

Pisces' Venus yearns for a soulmate connection, transcending the mundane. Their love, profound and unconditional, becomes a beacon for those drawn to exploit their open-hearted benevolence. 🌌💗

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[pedges-world]

"Pike's Place"; Roll-a-Trope Challenge

I fell hard for these two, in an unexpected way. A few valiant attempts in the past (Charcuterie Challenge + A Different Happy Ending) set me on the right path, but it wasn't until @morallyinept's "Boyfriend Vibes Masterlist" and @burntheedges "Roll-a-Trope Challenge" that I managed to really sink my teeth into this delectable winter treat. If y'all love them as much as I do, let me know and I will start a slow burn Winter Series...

Triggers: profanity, car trouble in snow storm, heartbreak, discussions of pandemic, slightly tipsy Pike, mostly fluffernutter...

Episode One: Pike's Place

Episode Two: The Holiday

Episode Three: Coming September 22nd!

The windshield wipers were beating at the same flurried pace as your heartbeat as you gripped the steering wheel fixedly. Looking out at the swirling flurries of wind and snow your skin began to take on the same pallid white quality as your eyes darted furiously across the pristine landscape. California Girl, you sulked, huffing heavily in frustration.

WHY had you listened to your therapist? This was the most asinine, ridiculous escapade yet, as you watched the fuel gauge dipping lower and lower. It had been the strangest of four years, shifting from the pandemic, to working from home, to becoming more and more isolated every day. Watching your world get increasingly smaller, and feeling helpless to do anything about it. Pre-pandemic you had already felt isolated, and after four years of relative solitude you had almost become accustomed to the depravation. Almost. So, what had your therapist recommended? A change in scenery. Get out more! Feeling depressed about the holidays? Grab a few sweaters, a bottle of Merlot and take your emotional baggage with you! You scoffed with self-deprecation, wondering if a death by blizzard would be quite as cinematic as it sounded in your romance novels. Snagging a last minute Big Bear Airbnb had been easy this week before Christmas, but finding it was proving a bit more challenging. Good Old Bessie the Hyundai had limped along for years, but the heater had long since sputtered into a quick demise. Not a real problem in California, until now, you reasoned, thankful you had dressed in a head to toe snowsuit from your East Coast college days. Quite honestly, you were surprised it still fit, but you were steadily growing more and more aware that your Girl Scout training from childhood did not prepare you for a snow-pocalypse, regardless of how fashionable you were.

Straining to see any signs of civilization you thought you caught a small flickering beam of light, as you groaned upon hearing the tell-tales signs of impending doom. That metallic clicking sound had only intensified and it was just a matter of time before…BOOM!…a small popping sound backfired into the snowy stillness as gears shifted and ground to a halt, bringing Bessie to her final resting place in the glassy tundra.

Welp. So ends the life of J. A small death, for a small person…you rolled your eyes dramatically. Get a grip woman. You didn’t get 56 Scout Badges in Arts and Crafts to merely lie down on the ground singing “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman”. Live! Live goddamit! You smirked, weighing your options. Cell phone coverage was dotty at best. You could wait for a philanthropic passerby, but it was a week before Christmas, and you hadn’t seen one car on the precarious drive here. Wherever here was.  Watching the steady stream of soft snow cascading onto your windshield you re-assessed that flickering beam of light before you. You MUST be hallucinating, but it seemed like a small cabin with puffs of smoke billowing from a chimney of some kind. It was a fuckin’ Norman Rockwell painting for heaven’s sakes. Or “Misery”. You pulled the snowsuit hood up over your head and took a big breath. Only one way to find out.

After trudging the 100 or so feet from Bessie to Norman Rockwell, you were trying to cast a foreboding figure, though this was proving difficult in a hot pink snowsuit from the 90’s. You confidently held a crowbar and cell phone in either hand, delusional that this would be off putting to a potential serial killer. At least you would look fabulous in the Real Life Crimes Documentary, you rationalized, banging on the door with your crowbar and attempting to seem simultaneously friendly and capable. Your teeth were chattering together with anticipation or cold, as you thought you heard a rustling sound behind the wooden door. You plastered a frozen smile on your face, hopeful the occupant wouldn’t ignore Elle Woods in the woods, as the door flung open violently to reveal...

Happy Holidays, Pike. Marcus grumbled to himself, pouring another glass of red wine and swallowing a coal lump of annoyance. Was this really the best idea? he wondered, settling in for the Christmas Movie Marathon on AMC. If he was trying to get over a heartbreak, he wasn’t sure “It’s a Wonderful Life” and a bottle of red was the way to do that, but in a blizzard there were only so many options. Fresh from his disappointment of the moment he bit his lower lip, watching George Bailey drunkenly meander around snowy Bedford Falls, on the hunt for redemption. He looked over at the sorry state of affairs in the kitchen, as piles of Thai Food containers dotted the landscape, thanks to a week of DoorDash and Instacart. How had he arrived at this pathetic excuse of a Christmas? Hoping to clear his mind of women altogether, he had settled on berating himself for constantly falling in love at the drop of a pin. Okay, he was a romantic, he frowned with irritation. And why not? He was on the Art Squad, he wasn’t Rambo. He wriggled his socked feet, thankful for the fire in the fireplace and nodding at George Bailey’s plight. That’s right, Jimmy Stewart, maybe it’s better to just go it alone. Not everyone has a Donna Reed. You can’t just expect love to show up on your doorstep, it’s better to think realistically and recognize your own limitations. George Bailey dangled precariously over the Bedford Falls Bridge, watching the snow fall into the murky depths. Just a couple more steps and….

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Pike jumped about a foot, as George Bailey paused to notice Clarence the Angel jump into the waters before him. What was that?

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Pike sat up, adrenaline coursing through his slightly intoxicated frame, gripping his chest with surprise. Was someone knocking at the door? Who could possibly be wandering around in a blizzard? He took a quick glance at his somewhat disheveled state, stubbling beard, gray sweatpants and thread bare white t-shirt. No time to clean things up, he scoffed, stumbling to his feet and flinging the door open to find…

Hello gorgeous. A pair of saucer shaped brown eyes blinked back at you, as you stood poised between crow bar and cell phone. “Howdy!” you shouted, quite a bit louder than anticipated watching his face register several emotions simultaneously, gulping in surprise.

Howdy? What the fuck? Were you Annie Oakley? Your eyes quickly took in the situation, eyeing his broad frame, gray sweatpants and patchy beard. This was the cutest serial killer you had ever met, you smirked, shaking the sexy thoughts out of your mind as quickly as they entered. “Sorry to bother you this fine holiday season…”

What the fuck was going on? Had you forgotten how to speak to other humans? You sounded like a character from an old film noir. Willing yourself to act normally you continued, “My car is konked out on the side of the road, and I wondered if I could use your…landline, sir?”. Okay. Stop talking. Stop with the words. You held your breath attempting to appear…like anything other than your awkward self. Apparently you had rendered this hunk of a man temporarily speechless. He was probably mortified at your inability to string together a sentence with two hands and a crowbar, but the silence began to stretch in front of you. A reddish tint bronzed his adorable cheeks as his eyes registered surprise, delight, confusion, irritation? There seemed to be a lot happening in this moment of indecision but speaking wasn’t one of them. You shifted with discomfort, licking your chapped lips and chattering loudly.

“Oh my gawd, yes!” he finally bellowed, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into the warming living room and slamming the door behind you. Flakes of snow were dotting your eyelashes but you thought you caught the broadest of smiles immediately hidden by a facade of a frown. 

“Uh, please, make yourself at home…miss” he countered, running to mute the television and tidy up slightly. You took the moment to gather as much information as you could, gazing at Jimmy Stewart’s flickering countenance. Seemed like you had burst onto a cozy, Christmas Hallmark movie for one. Tipping your snowsuit hood off and shaking like a golden retriever you watched the gray sweatpants dart into the kitchen, as he wiped food containers into the trash bin with a long sweep of his forearm. 

Glancing over at the side table you noticed a badge of some kind and a lanyard that read “Agent Pike: Art Squad”, featuring a smiling, clean shaven version of the business lumberjack you saw before you. He grabbed a suit jacket strewn over the kitchen chair and returned to look at you, wide eyed and confused. Cutting quite the figure in gray sweat pants, fuzzy socks and suit jacket, you plastered your lips together to avoid giggling. Alright, this Crime Documentary was progressing just fine, you found yourself with the helpful detective, not the serial killer, after all. He bit his cheek with embarrassment, taking a final helpless look around the living room. “How can I help you?” his voice cracked comedically.

Oh I can think of a few ways, you scandalously surmised, wondering if your holidays were starting to improve. Maybe this was going to be a Christmas gift neither one of you would soon forget…

Thank you @unknown-till for the cool winter dividers!

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[noctvrnal9999]

Ascended Astarion, Blood Brides & vampirism

After seeing this post by @missbaphomet (who asked to be tagged, so here you go) I decided to do a semi-deep dive into what it's all about.

Now I'll preface this that I'm more knowledgeable in Vampire the Masquerade tabletop than DnD but if there's vampires I'll be there.

For the purposes of this post I have looked into various guides, e5, Van Richten's guide to Ravenloft, briefly skimmed Curse of Strahd and consulted not one, not two, but three Dungeon Masters. So take my post as you will.

More under cut, this will be long.

It is well known that Astarion is aware of Strahd even before he's Ascended. We get his line that is basically "Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit." So, while it's only a subtle nod to von Zarovich, we still have it in game as canon line.

Now, I find this a very curious line in and on itself. Not only Astarion knows Strahd, he says the line with anger, which is clear indication that he sees Strahd as someone to look up to in one way or another. If you don't know Strahd I encourage you to google and at least read his wiki, he's a very fascinating man and very important in vampirism as a whole in DnD. He's THE vampire, THE villain. But moving on...

So Astarion definitely sees Strahd as someone who would not let himself be disrespected, it's obvious that Astarion if not aspires to be like Strahd, then definitely sees himself as capable (or capable in the future) to be as "revered" as von Zarovich is. That's a tidbit I want you all to remember.

We don't know just how much Cazador spoke to his spawn about vampire politics but they weren't just beasts locked in cages, they were going out, although to get victims for Cazador, they were still out and about. They talked to people, to each other and most likely ran into other vampires or spawn along the way in the centuries that they have been doing Cazador's bidding. This is just simple logic.

So how much Astarion and other spawn could know about Strahd, for example? There's very good reason to think that Strahd's escapades were known in Cazador's palace, as well as among other vampires. We know that Astarion likes to educate himself with whatever might benefit him ("Meanwhile, I think I'll spend some time studying the art of infernal negotiations." Act 2). It's also proven when he desperately wants to have Necromancy of Thay in hopes of finding a way to free himself from Cazador. Astarion seeks knowledge. Again, it's just pure logic to conduct that he knows more than just Strahd's name and that he's a vampire. Otherwise, why would he have the line comparing himself to him in a way that reflects that in some way Astarion reveres Strahd at least to a degree.

We established that Astarion very very likely knows a lot about Strahd, as well as other spawn alongside him. Which leads to this:

Astarion very likely knows about different ways to turn mortals into vampires.

While his own "becoming" has been a simple Spawn creation (with draining blood, burying and needing to dig oneself out), he must know about creation of Blood Brides (and Grooms, but for the sake of less words I'll use she/her and Bride but rituals I'm about to discuss can be done on any sex). Why? Because he must know about Strahd taking brides. If not, his own curiosity about his condition would have led him to learn about different rituals anyway. So based on Astarion's nature and the fact that he seems not only to be aware of Strahd but know the man to a degree of respect, I have no reason to doubt that Astarion knows about Blood Brides.

Keeping this in mind, let's move onto the night of Tav's "becoming". The scene is very clear: whatever path you choose, gentle or not, Astarion bites Tav twice in the cinematic. To become a Blood Bride one needs to be bitten trice, then given blood from the vampire. It's a whole ritual of draining her to delirium, then giving her blood. Now the vampire in question needs to fight his new bride off otherwise she will succumb to madness permanently. Astarion openly mentions he gave Tav "one drop" and seems he bypassed the need to fight her off him by most likely holding her down until his new Bride fell into a coma that leads to death. Generally the feeding is allowed from the neck but Astarion mentioning "one drop" indicates he's trying to be smarter than other vampires. Now this is interesting because to be a spawn one doesn't need their creator's blood. And they do get buried as well, just like Astarion was, while Tav never gets buried. I'm not going to detail how Larian strays from lore such as that vampires still need the dirt they died upon to rest, but we're going here by facts that should align with DnD.

Since we established that Tav is not just a normal Spawn, she was not created in a way other Spawn were, not even Astarion himself. So what IS she? Answer is right here, after all. Not only Astarion chooses her as his partner, he also ensures that she remains as such forever. Remember: Astarion does actually believe he is bestowing a gift when he turns Tav into his Bride - the gift of freedom from aging and death and to be by his side forever. "You are beautiful and you will be beautiful forever" (paraphrasing here).

I see DnD loremasters already shaking their pitchforks at me: can Astarion even do it? On a night of his own transformation? Creating a Blood Bride is something that vampires with a label of Ancient and up can perform, and even then not always successfully. Creating Spawn is much easier than creating a Bride (or several, if we're looking at Strahd). Well, what is an ancient vampire varies from version to version, but ultimately it does not matter. Why? Because Larian homebrewed an entirely new breed of vampire: the Vampire Ascendant.

Larian did not bother to explain in full what does that mean and what actual changes Astarion is going to see in the future once he becomes more accustomed to his powers. But it's completely reasonable to believe he's capable of creating Blood Brides. Simple because a - he attempts it already and succeeds (Tav is turned into one). That's it. Astarion follows the Bride Ceremony and indeed ends up creating a Bride. Not only he performs the ritual in exact way it's described in lore (we see part of it but his words the morning after confirm the rest), he also is capable of doing so because Larian made it canon by letting Tav become a Bride, successfully. She gains the Bite, confirming her transformation and there's not a single conversation piece indicating that Astarion CAN compel Tav in any way. He simply says "Why would I need to?" without establishing that the rules are different for Tav. He also hammers on that point several times: "Spawn is an ugly word, I really do prefer consort." and confirms that Tav will drink his blood without any implication that it's going to be just one time thing. Astarion obviously believes in drinking each others blood as a form of bonding and love.

Tav is not merely his Spawn, she's his Blood Bride. Every fact in game and DnD lore confirms it. And not even once Astarion actually tries to compel Tav (or is able to). Not even when confronting Elder Brain, he has a line encouraging Tav to control the brain, trying to convince her to take the power, instead of compelling her like Cazador used to compel him. There's not a single instance were Astarion controls Tav so the conclusion is simple - he can't. Tav can even argue with him at the epilogue party if she wishes so. That's not behavior of someone controlled, abused and manipulated. She has her free will to the point that she can talk back to him without being punished (something unseen with Cazador, for example). If she can leave him, well, that's another topic altogether, but I'll just say this - I think she can leave him, but he won't let her, not because he can command her to stay but because he's possessive of Tav.

Anyway, here it is, my semi-deep dive into the topic. Keep in mind I'm not a Dungeon Master.

Useful resources:

http://thecampaign20xx.blogspot.com/2016/02/dungeons-dragons-guide-to-vampires.html

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/barovia-billorileycyrus/a/bride-ceremony-article

https://www.dndbeyond.com/posts/1467-playing-as-a-vampire-in-d-d

http://mojobob.com/roleplay/monstrousmanual/v/vampire0.html

https://www.reddit.com/r/CurseofStrahd/comments/126n5yd/creating_vampire_brides_and_grooms/

[justanotherblonde]

signal boost! haven't you always wanted to read about the escapades of baby Loki and toddler Thor????

a friend of mine is writing a really fun series, please come check it out!!

Ta Meg Tilbake Igjen (Take Me Back Again) by MedeaSavannah (IlonaAutumn) (AO3)

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Bragi (Marvel), Idunn (Marvel)

Summary: Ever wondered if Loki was always this exhausting or if Thor was always so brash? This is a series of canon-compliant one-shots that follow Thor and Loki from infancy to young adulthood. See Loki’s journey from a cranky baby to a cunning trickster, and Thor’s evolution from an adventurous boy to a pre-hero warrior. Told by different characters to explore their mischievous escapades, brotherly bond, and the challenges as they become the characters we know in the MCU.

gonna tag @worstloki to humbly invite you to have a look 🥺😌

[littlereyofsunlight]

I'm late!

Sorry, @doctorhelena for the belated Steggy Secret Santa gift! I'm still working on the rest, but I've got the beginning polished up and ready to share ...

I loved receiving your letter to @steggyfanevents/Santa: "here are some general ideas of things I particularly like (applicable to either fanfic or fanart!): - stories (or fanart) set during the war - AUs with Steve present during the Agent Carter timeframe - AUs in general - friendship and found family - secret relationships, but also Peggy and Steve getting teased about each other - shared adventure, working together to achieve a goal - banter - Peggy being badass and Steve loving it - hijinks and terrible ideas - the Howling Commandos, Howard, Phillips, the Jarvises, Angie, Rose, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Pepper, Thor - Bernard Stark, Howard's flamingo"

I had a lot of fun pulling a few of these elements together to come up with this story. Hope you enjoy!

Peggy bit the inside of her cheek as they arrived at Howard’s Beverly Hills home. He'd assured them of their privacy when he’d offered this house as a place to lay low while the news of Steve’s return blew over. It was their best option—she just hoped this really was the place to wait it out.

The driver handed over their bags to Steve, who took them with a warm smile, despite his obvious exhaustion. Peggy noted the way weariness seemed to have settled into the laugh lines at his eyes, the crease on his forehead that never quite went away now, the perpetual, if slight, downturn his mouth had. She shook herself from her reverie, reminding her wandering, maudlin thoughts that she’d never thought she’d get to see his face again, let alone watch him age. 

She rubbed at the simple band on her left ring finger. While Steve’s miraculous return had certainly caused a stir, it was the news of the wedding that had turned the press rabid.

Peggy looked at Steve. Steve looked at Peggy. There was, not for the first time since he’d returned, the feeling of uncomfortable tension between them. “Well,” Steve said, his voice congenial, “I’m fifty-percent convinced he’s not going to out us.”

Peggy nodded. “I might go as high as seventy-five percent, just knowing how well Howard pays.” 

“He sure is doing us some favor.” Peggy found his tone inscrutable. This was a new development, since his return. The small lines on his face and, sometimes, the wrong-footed feeling that Steve was referencing something from where—when—he came from.

She shifted her purse strap higher on her shoulder. The California sun was hot, and Steve’s suit hadn't fared well on the transcontinental flight. She didn’t feel particularly fresh, herself. “Shall we go in?”

He inclined his head. “I take it you know the way.”

Biting back the sharp retort that flew into her head—this wasn’t the same callow Steve who’d suggested fondue was some kind of lewd act, after all—Peggy was acutely aware of Steve behind her as she strode up the front walk to Howard’s ridiculous mansion. The lawn was just as green and well-manicured as when she’d last been, two years ago. Peggy supposed Howard thought stuccoed walls and wrought iron details made the place stately, but she’d always found it cozy, despite its size. And of course, the pool made it especially appealing. She looked back at Steve—at her new husband—and thought idly of just how secluded the pool really was. She felt a flush come over her that she couldn’t blame entirely on the heat.

“Howard played host when I was here working a case with …” She fumbled for words as she reached the front door and dug into her purse for the key Jarvis had arranged to have messengered to her back in D.C. “Ahem, well … there was a scientist, I’m not sure I’ve had the chance to tell you about this one.” 

Peggy’s mind raced. What exactly was she going to tell him in this moment about the escapade with Whitney Frost? Her flirtation with Jason Wilkes? Her dalliance with Daniel? Not exactly honeymoon talk. “Well, another time,” she finished inadequately, feeling suddenly quite tired. Opening the door, she stepped inside. The heat of the day hadn’t touched the cool tile entryway, and she sighed in relief. Peggy ushered Steve in after her and, with a final look back at the expanse of lawn and the eight-foot wall beyond it that encircled the property, she firmly shut the door and locked it.

“Alone at last,” she said, with a genuine smile for her new husband.

***

Steve took in the immaculate Spanish Colonial Revival details of Howard’s house. He’d visited Tony’s home in Malibu, once, before he rebuilt it. The setting had been spectacular, and the house had certainly gone out of its way to provide unobstructed views of the ocean, but all that glass and space had left it feeling empty. 

Now, Steve wondered if it had been a reaction to this place and to Howard’s preferred style. There was dark, ornate woodwork, plush, heavy furniture and warm colors everywhere Steve’s eye landed. Light spilled into the vestibule from arched windows stretching above the front door. The tiles were an inviting orange, with a Moroccan motif bordering the floor. A staircase of dark risers and wrought iron lead, Steve presumed, to the bedrooms on the second floor. Beyond the stairs was a hallway into the back of the house, and to the left of the foyer Steve saw a study filled with bookcases and leather club chairs. 

He suddenly became aware of Peggy’s eyes on him, her expression expectant. “Nice place,” he observed blandly. She raised an eyebrow, and he noticed, not for the first time today, how impeccably turned out she was. Her honeymoon suit crisply pressed, hat set just so, red, red lipstick looking freshly applied even with the transcontinental flight they’d boarded that morning. Steve knew his jacket was creased to hell and his collar had lost its starch—he was out of practice keeping his clothes up to this time’s standards, that was very clear. 

And, he realized through his musings, there was a frown beginning on his wife’s incredibly beautiful face.

Steve reached out a hand, pulled her in close. “Did you say something about being alone?”

He was relieved when she melted against him immediately, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. “One hears that’s how newlyweds are supposed to spend their time, alone together,” she teased, her eyes soft as she looked at him. He’d been flagging on the drive from the airport, looking forward to a nap when they arrived. But now he couldn’t resist kissing her, pressing her fully against him, reveling in how her lush curves fit against his body. 

“Good thing I cleared my schedule,” he murmured as they broke apart. She removed her hat and set it down on a table just to the side of the door. He let his hand roam down her shapely backside, knowing there were layers of nylon slip and girdle beneath the lightweight wool of her skirt. Maybe a nap could wait. Would she let him peel her out of each layer slowly this time? 

Peggy rewarded him with a laugh before she leaned up to kiss him again. “I have a few items to add to your itinerary, darling.”  

He wasn’t sure how long they spent, pressed against the door. Long enough for the shadows to change, lengthening over the stairs. Peggy’s stomach rumbled and Steve laughed. “Some things never change,” he said, a smirk on his face. 

“Do people in the future not require nourishment at regular intervals?” Peggy quipped, smoothing her skirt back down. “If I’m hungry, I know you’re famished,” she said.

Steve dragged her hem back up a few inches. “I could eat.”

Peggy arched an eyebrow at him, her hand around his wrist. “Focus, darling.”

“I would be very focused.” He saw how her eyes darkened and her breath came just a bit quicker. He brushed the tips of his fingers against her thigh, keeping his touch light. 

Her grip tightened and she exhaled. “Steve.”

He angled his head and let his lips graze the shell of her ear. “Peg.”

She sighed again, turning her head to kiss him firmly. “Lunch first.” She punctuated the imperative with a quick nip at his bottom lip. 

“Is that an order?” he teased, chasing her lips as she pulled away.

Her eyes sparked at him as she put both hands on his chest. “It is indeed, Captain.” She stepped back out of his arms. “But if you find us provisions, you have leave to resume your mission after your wife’s been satisfied.”

Heat spread through his chest at that word. His wife. He couldn’t keep the goofy smile from taking over his face, even as he sassed back at her, “I’ve been trying to satisfy my wife this whole time, Mrs. Rogers.”

Peggy laughed as she took up her small suitcase, shaking her head with a smile that echoed his. “I’ll go freshen up. The kitchen’s back through there, and I expect Ana Jarvis will have left plenty in the larder.” 

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” He resisted the urge to pinch himself as he watched her walk up the stairs. All the ways he’d struggled with the decision to find her, after everything that had happened to him—he’d nearly talked himself out of even trying to have this a dozen times. But somehow, Steve was here, with Peggy, and everything felt so right. 

Even if they were technically on the run from the press.

Steve ventured to the back of the house, where the well-appointed kitchen was indeed stocked with food. Steve couldn’t remember if he’d ever learned when frozen french fries had been invented, but apparently it was before 1949. There was a box of those plus a few cans of Minute Maid concentrate in the freezer, along with a wealth of tupperware, all labeled in neat Palmer script with the contents and instructions for thawing and reheating. Steve whistled at the display and selected a stew to thaw for dinner later that evening. 

There was a note taped to the fridge, and Steve scanned it quickly.

Peggy, my dear—

I’m desolate that I cannot offer you my heartfelt congratulations in person, and that my inspection of your illustrious gentleman will have to wait until Edwin and I return from our visit. Please help yourself to anything; I have arranged for more groceries to be delivered on Tuesday. 

E says I must warn you that Bernard is suffering from some tropical malaise. But as sardines seem to cheer him up, I admit to being skeptical of my husband’s theory.

Affectionately yours,

Ana

Steve couldn’t remember who Bernard was supposed to be. But Howard had assured them both that his staff would give them their privacy while they stayed at his home, so Steve assumed the fellow would have to get his sardines elsewhere. 

In the fridge, Steve found basic sandwich supplies. For his part, he was still a tiny bit sad that sriracha wasn’t yet a staple in American cupboards. Thinking of sriracha made him think of being on the run with Sam and Nat. Instead of shoving the memory aside, he let it wash over him. Two years of running that grief group had been good for many things, of course. But certainly, an unintended benefit was how it had prepared him to leave it all behind and return to Peggy. 

Steve took the stairs two at a time, balancing the sandwiches, two glasses of water and a package of Oreos in his hands. He found Peggy down the wide hall, in a spacious bedroom with a private attached bathroom and a Juliet balcony overlooking Howard’s tree-filled side yard. She was still occupied in the bathroom, so Steve set down the food on one of the nightstands and pulled the inner lace curtains closed over the inset windows in the balcony doors, leaving the heavy velvet drapes open. The diffuse afternoon light that filtered through turned the room a cozy orange. By the time Peggy was done, he’d unpacked their suitcases into the closet and dresser provided, and stowed the bags underneath the giant four-poster bed. 

She’d changed out of her suit entirely and had on her robe, her hair unpinned and falling softly to her shoulders in mahogany waves. “Sandwiches!” she said, and clambered up onto the bed beside him. 

“Oreos, too,” he pointed out, delighted at her excitement over his extremely basic offering. “You were right about Mrs. Jarvis keeping the kitchen stocked. Which reminds me,” he fished the note out of his trousers pocket, “she left this for you.”

***

Peggy read the note quickly, mouth full of roast beef, and then tucked it under the water on the nightstand. Ana must have dictated it, as it wasn’t in her handwriting and she and Jarvis were on a trip to Europe, visiting cousins of Ana’s who had settled in the Netherlands after the war. 

Steve had eaten a sandwich of his own, as well as several chocolate biscuits, and then he’d gotten up to hang his own suit and change into pajama pants as Peggy finished her own meal. Though it was three hours later by her internal clock, Peggy felt a bit of a thrill to be in her nightclothes in the daylight. She watched as the muscles beneath his white undershirt flexed with his movements, his physique somehow even more impressive now than when he’d first gone through the transformation of Project Rebirth. Peggy was grateful for all that had transpired to bring Steve back to her. She was grateful that the man he was now was with her in this time. She felt suddenly such a swell of overpowering love for him, she was happy to be sitting down as it hit. “Steve,” she managed, hearing the emotion thick in her voice.

He turned back to her, concern clear on his face. “Peg?”

She shook her head, smiling through the rush of feeling. She aimed for sultry when she spoke and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. “You have leave to resume your mission at your leisure.” She toyed with the tie on her robe. 

Immediately, his eyes darkened and the concerned dip of his brows smoothed over. A hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so?” Peggy nodded, unknotting her robe so she could let the neckline fall open. As Steve realized she had nothing on underneath, she watched his breath deepen and his hands clench at the suit he still held. “Remind me where we were?” he teased.

Peggy licked her lips eagerly. “I seem to recall you promised satisfaction.”

Steve tossed the suit behind him, ensuring it would truly need a thorough pressing before he could wear it again. He prowled back towards the bed. “Did you have anything particular in mind?—”

Before Steve had even finished the question, there was a loud crash on the balcony, accompanied by a sound Peggy could only describe as a goose attacking a chalkboard. Steve immediately closed the distance between them, pulling Peggy off the bed and positioning her behind him. The sound came again, this time accompanied by some shuffling and … flapping? 

Peggy slapped a hand to her forehead. “Bernard!”

[miguelswifey04]

we got barbie movie w miguel now we need noir to watch it he’ll be pointing at all the vibrant colors like 😱😱😱😱

WHOEVER COOKING UP THIS IDEAS, I LOVE YOU 🫂🌱🌈

with a sense of delightful irony, you and Spider-Noir found yourselves in a movie theater, about to embark on a rather unexpected cinematic experience - the Barbie movie. the contrast between the vibrant, fantastical world of Barbie and the monochrome universe he hailed from was as stark as night and day.

as the lights dimmed and the screen flickered to life, you couldn't help but steal glances at Spider-Noir, curious to see his reaction to this colorful world. he, too, seemed intrigued, his eyes scanning the screen as the vivid shades of pink, purple, and blue danced in front of him.

throughout the movie, he pointed out each vibrant hue, his unique perspective adding a layer of appreciation to the colorful scenes. with every vivid burst of color, he marveled at the bright landscapes and the shimmering Barbie outfits, a sense of wonder slowly dawning in his eyes.

“darling, look at those golden locks," he whispered, nudging you gently as Barbie's iconic blonde hair cascaded across the screen. "in my monochrome world, such vibrant hues are but a distant dream. but here, they come to life, as if painted across a vibrant canvas."

you couldn’t help but smile, caught up in the charm of his observations. it was a stark reminder of the stark contrast in their worlds, and how beauty could take on such different forms.

as the movie progressed, Spider-Noir's curiosity turned into genuine enjoyment, a childlike excitement shining through his dark eyes. he reveled in the lively songs, the whimsical storytelling, and the joy that radiated from the screen. his laughter mingled with yours, as the movie took you on a colorful journey that transcended your expectations.

by the time the credits rolled, Spider-Noir turned to you, a wide grin spreading across his face. "thank you for sharing this with me, my dear. i never thought a Barbie movie could hold such wonder and joy. the vibrancy of this world, even for a fleeting moment, has breathed new life into my monochrome existence."

in that moment, you realized that sometimes the simplest of experiences could bridge the gap between two worlds. it was a reminder of the beauty in embracing the unfamiliar, and the endless possibilities of love and adventure that awaited you both. as you left the theater, hand in hand, you carried with you the memory of this unique escapade, ready to explore even more vibrant horizons together.

and just maybe, in the midst of the colorful tapestry of your shared experiences, Spider-Noir would find a new appreciation for the splashes of color that awaited him, not only in the world of Barbie but also within the depths of your heart.

———

a/n: he’s so dreamy like he would definitely call you his darling, honey, hun, sweetheart, sweetstuff, sunshine 🫂

[chimichangasanddoorknobs]

🎬 Benoit Blanc's Review: Deadpool and Wolverine (2024) 🎬

{AIN'T NOBODY ASK FOR THIS BUT HERE YOU GO, translation below}

Lay-dees and gentlemen, gathuh 'round, fo' Ah have just witnessed a cinematic concoction most peculeeyuh and enthrawlin'—"Deadpool and Wolverine (2024)." Now, whut we have heah is a film that defies convenshunal categorizayshun, a verra-tuh-bul gumbo of genres and tones that, agaynst all odds, forms a dee-leck-ta-bul dish.

Plot:

The plot, much like an intricate tapestry, weaves tuhgethuh time travel, inter-dimen-shun-al es-capades, and a most curious partnership. Deadpool, po'trayed with the usual irreverent flair by Ryan Reynolds, and Wolverine, brought to life once more by the evuh-gruff Hugh Jackman, find they-selves entangled in a mission to thwart a villain of considerable men'ce. While the narr'tive may twist and turn like a windin' country road, one finds oneself more delighted by the journey than concerned with the destination.

Action:

The action sequences are, to put it mildly, a spectacle to behold. It is as if one has placed a ballet within the confines of a tempest—grace and brutality entwined. Deadpool's acrobatics and Wolverine's raw powuh form a dichot'my of chaos and precision that is nothin' short of mesmurizin'. Each clash, each skirmish, is a symphony of violence and virtuosity.

Comedy:

Ah, the humor! It flows as freely as the Mississippi Rivuh, cuttin' through the tension with sharp wit and a devil-may-care attitude. Deadpool's penchant for breakin' the fourth wall, for addressin' the audience directly, creates a meta-humor that is both disarmin' and delightful. Wolverine's more taciturn demeanor provides the perfect foil, resultin' in a dynamic that is as entertainin' as it is endearin'.

Performances:

Ryan Reynolds, as Deadpool, is in his element, deliverin' lines with a rapid-fire cadence that leaves one both amused and awestruck. Hugh Jackman, as Wolverine, brings a gravitas and intensity that grounds the film's more outlandish moments. Together, their chemistry is palpable, their banter a dance of words that is as compelling as the physical combat.

Overall:

In conclusion, "Deadpool and Wolverine (2024)" is a film that defies simple description. It is a riotous blend of action, comedy, and heart, a roller-coaster ride that leaves one breathless and exhill'rated. It is, if you will, a cinematic feast that satisfies on multiple levels. Whether you are a devotee of these characters or a newcomuh to their es-capades, this film offuhs somethin' for ev'ryone. So, mah friends, do partake in this delightful piece of entuh-tain-ment, and prepare yo'selves for a most extraordinary experience. 🕵️‍♂️✨

Enjuh the movie, deah readers, and remembuh: sometimes, the journey is far more fascinatin' than the destination.

TRANSLATION:

Ladies and gentlemen, gather around, for what I have just witnessed a cinematic concoction most peculiar and enthralling: "Deadpool and Wolverine (2024)." Now, what we have here is a film that defies conventional categorization, a veritable gumbo of genres and tones that, against all odds, forms a delectable dish.

Plot:

The plot, much like an intricate tapestry, weaves together time travel, interdimensional escapades, and a most curious partnership. Deadpool, portrayed with the usual irreverent flair by Ryan Reynolds, and Wolverine, brought to life once more by the ever-gruff Hugh Jackman, find themselves entangled in a mission to thwart a villain of considerable menace.

Action:

The action sequences are, to put it mildly, a spectacle to behold. It is as if one has placed a ballet within the confines of a tempest—grace and brutality entwined. Deadpool's acrobatics and Wolverine's raw power form a dichotomy of chaos and precision that is nothing short of mesmerizing. Each clash, each skirmish, is a symphony of violence and virtuosity.

Comedy:

Ah, the humor! It flows as freely as the Mississippi River, cutting through the tension with sharp wit and a devil-may-care attitude. Deadpool's penchant for breaking the fourth wall, for addressing the audience directly, creates a meta-humor that is both disarming and delightful. Wolverine's more taciturn demeanor provides the perfect foil, resulting in a dynamic that is as entertaining as it is endearing.

Performances:

Reynolds is in his element, delivering lines with a rapid-fire cadence that leaving one both amused and awestruck. Jackman brings a gravitas and intensity that grounds the film's more outlandish moments. Together, their chemistry is palpable, their banter a dance of words as compelling as the physical combat.

Villain:

The antagonist of our tale is a figure of intrigue and menace, a foe who challenges our heroes both physically and psychologically. This villain is not merely a cardboard cutout of evil but a character with depth and complexity, adding a layer of richness to the proceedings.

Overall:

In conclusion, "Deadpool and Wolverine (2024)" is a film that defies simple description. It is a riotous blend of action, comedy, and heart, a rollercoaster ride that leaves one breathless and exhilarated. It is, if you will, a cinematic feast that satisfies on multiple levels. Whether you are a devotee of these characters or a newcomer to their escapades, this film offers something for everyone. So, my friends, do partake in this delightful piece of entertainment, and prepare yourself for a most extraordinary experience. 🕵️‍♂️✨

[mayamidnightmelody]

The Dynamic Duo: Bud Spencer and Terence Hill

Bud Spencer and Terence Hill: a legendary partnership 🎬 that has enthralled audiences for decades, leaving an indelible mark on Italian cinema 🇮🇹 and beyond. Their dynamic blend of action, humor, and camaraderie has cemented their status as icons of the silver screen, captivating viewers with their infectious energy and timeless appeal.

The story of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill begins in the early 1960s, amidst the rise of the Spaghetti Western genre. 🤠 Born Carlo Pedersoli and Mario Girotti, the duo's paths converged, sparking a partnership that would redefine cinematic entertainment. Spencer's towering physique and Hill's suave charm formed the perfect complement, igniting an on-screen chemistry that was nothing short of magical.

What sets Bud Spencer and Terence Hill films apart is their seamless integration of action and comedy, creating a recipe for cinematic success. 🎥 Their movies are a rollercoaster of laughter and adrenaline, with larger-than-life characters engaging in absurd yet entertaining escapades. From epic brawls to witty banter, each scene is infused with their trademark humor, leaving audiences in stitches.

But beneath the laughter lies a deeper theme of friendship and loyalty that resonates with viewers on a profound level. 🤝 Spencer and Hill's characters, often portrayed as misfits or underdogs, forge unbreakable bonds in the face of adversity. It's this heartfelt portrayal of camaraderie that elevates their films beyond mere entertainment, touching the hearts of audiences worldwide.

Off-screen, Bud Spencer and Terence Hill shared a genuine friendship that transcended their professional collaboration. Their camaraderie extended into their personal lives, adding an extra layer of authenticity to their performances. This bond, palpable both on and off the screen, undoubtedly contributed to the enduring popularity of their films.

From "They Call Me Trinity" to "My Name is Nobody," Bud Spencer and Terence Hill have left an indelible legacy that continues to captivate audiences of all ages. Their influence reverberates through the halls of cinema, inspiring generations of filmmakers and entertainers to come.

In conclusion, the dynamic duo of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill has left an indelible mark on Italian cinema and the hearts of audiences worldwide. 🌟 Their unique blend of action, comedy, and camaraderie has stood the test of time, solidifying their status as legends of the silver screen. As we continue to enjoy their timeless classics, we celebrate the magic they brought to the world of cinema and the enduring legacy they leave behind.

Filmography:

"God Forgives… I Don't!" (1967)

"Ace High" (1968)

"Boot Hill" (1969)

"They Call Me Trinity" (1970)

"Trinity Is Still My Name" (1971)

"Man of the East" (1972)

"All the Way, Boys" (1972)

"Even Angels Eat Beans" (1973)

"…All the Way, Boys!" (1973)

"Watch Out, We're Mad" (1974)

"Two Missionaries" (1974)

"Crime Busters" (1977)

"Flatfoot in Africa" (1978)

"Odds and Evens" (1978)

"Double Trouble" (1984)

"Go for It" (1983)

"Who Finds a Friend Finds a Treasure" (1981)

"Super Fuzz" (1980)

"Everything Happens to Me" (1980)

"Banana Joe" (1982)

"Trinity: Good Guys and Bad Guys" (1985)

"Miami Supercops" (1985)

"Troublemakers" (1994)

[denimbex1986]

'Barbie and Oppenheimer are more than just an internet meme that exploded into such virality that even the British PM (read: Tory scum) took part—it’s a triumphant return for cinema in a post-pandemic world obsessed with inflated budgets and diminishing returns. It came off the back of the live-action Little Mermaid remake, the lukewarm Indiana Jones legacy sequel, another in a long line of awful Fast and Furious movies, a pseudo-Michael Bay Transformers, and insulting multiversal escapade The Flash, which resurrected the dead with CGI. Cinema has never felt so downtrodden and hopeless, but Barbenheimer brought a semblance of optimism back… until CEOs everywhere immediately stomped it out.

Barbie is a perfect standalone movie, with a feminist story expertly weaving its way through the garish shades of pink in what is otherwise a two-hour-long advert for dolls. It sees stereotypical Barbie grow beyond the purpose of her creation to embrace her own agency, stepping into the real world to conquer the challenges of unchecked patriarchy. It’s a poignant narrative, despite the clear limitations of being a company-mandated franchise starter, but that’s ultimately what it is. Director Greta Gerwig might not be interested in sequels, but Mattel is. Going beyond that, it wants a cinematic universe for all its toys, greenlighting a Polly Pocket film, a “grounded and gritty” Hot Wheels movie, and a Spike Jonze-inspired Barney helmed by Daniel Kaluuya. The MCU and superheroes as a whole might seem to be on their way out, but we’re just swapping a sandbox of action figures for literal toys. I’m not sure which is worse.

Many declared Barbenheimer as the ‘return of cinema’ after months of expensive box office bombs. But a movie based around a ‘50s toy making $380 million in only five days was never going to send the message to CEOs that original ideas told by talented directors are what people want. Their eyes lit up with IP and dollar signs instead, the prospect of digging through their box of intellectual property to whip out the next gem overwhelming them. This is the Iron Man of the 2020s, kickstarting the next generation of cinema, and while we enjoyed the MCU in its heyday, look at where we are now. Superheroes dominate screenings, drowning out original ideas, and routinely suck the joy out of filmmaking with an abundance of green screens, needless CGI, and an overwhelming number of releases.

Oppenheimer is another piece of this puzzle. On its own, it’s an ambitious biopic about the horrors of American ingenuity in World War 2. I can’t see CEOs foaming at the mouth regarding franchise potential here, but out of spite toward Christopher Nolan, Warner Bros. placed Barbie’s release on the same day, inadvertently creating cinema history. Now, Oppenheimer joins Barbie’s legacy as a trendsetter in all the worst ways. We’re already seeing the impact of this, as Saw X has moved its release date to coincide with Paw Patrol: The Mighty Movie, aiming to recreate the word-of-mouth marketing that saw Barbie and Oppenheimer thrive in a Summer where nothing else was. But again, this misses the point. It’s more akin to watching a meme get dragged out back on the Ellen show to be beaten with three baseball bats like a long-dead horse.

CEOs and companies are seeing Barbenheimer’s resounding social media-driven success and hoping to replicate it by launching their films on the same day as tonally opposite competitors. Saw X and Paw Patrol couldn’t be more different, aside from the likelihood of them both being awful. And that’s the stickler. Barbenheimer was so much more than ‘Haha look at two very different movies!’ It was two completely different films from award-winning, beloved directors with brilliant casts and something important to say. It wasn’t just bright pink vs black and white.

People would have been excited for Barbie and Oppenheimer independent of each other—sticking them together on the same date wasn’t what ignited the match. Yet that’s what the big corps are taking from the entire situation, so expect to see far more SawPatrols in the coming years, desperately trying to convince people to watch a double bill of two awful films. Sounds really appealing, eh?

Barbenheimer was a fun break from the bleak landscape of modern cinema, but it will go down as another blow to movies as a whole. Already Paramount has sworn off all non-IP properties for animation, only committing to churning out tried and tested formulas it considers safe films, while Mattel is busy scrambling to catch up with the MCU overnight. Only it’s doing so with a dollhouse full of tat. The coming years won’t see a renaissance of cinema thanks to Barbenheimer, it will see the next step in devolving franchise slop, the endgame being burnout on an unprecedented scale.'

[radashes]

Magic Unveiled: Harry Potter Books vs. Movies

Grab your broomsticks, folks, 'cause we're diving into the enchanted world of why Harry Potter books are the real deal, leaving the movies in the dust like a sad Sorting Hat rejected from Hogwarts.

Let's talk about characters – the heart and soul of any magical escapade. In the movies, they're like magical mannequins parading around with a script. Ginny, my dear, in the books, she's got more personality than a room full of poltergeists. The movies just turned her into Harry's background dancer. Bravo.

And scenes? Oh, the movies have this knack for taking a scenic route straight through Cluelessville. Remember the Quidditch World Cup in "Goblet of Fire"? Nah, the movies were like, "Who needs magical sports? Let's focus on Harry's angst instead." Because nothing screams magical world-building like ignoring magical sports!

Now, Peeves, our favorite mischievous poltergeist. Books? Check. Movies? Nope. They tossed him out like a bad Quidditch player. Probably figured they had too much magic and mischief already – who needs a cheeky ghost causing chaos?

Let's not forget the brilliance of S.P.E.W. - Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. The books gave us Hermione's crusade for house-elf rights. The movies? Well, they were like, "Eh, too much plot. Let's cut that and throw in another shot of Harry dramatically staring into the distance."

The movies' idea of "detail" is like serving a feast with only pumpkin juice and a chocolate frog. The books, my friend, are the full banquet. You're not just watching the story; you're dining with the characters, experiencing the full magical buffet of Rowling's imagination.

So, while the movies were busy with their cinematic flair, the books were casually dropping wisdom like Dumbledore at the end of each school year. Here's to the true Hogwarts experience – where the pages are the real magic, and the movies are just a quick spell that fades away.

[mixtapenumber16]

Day 19: Dumaguete Dreams and Donut Delights (ง ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ง

Hey internet void,

Dumaguete, here I come! Well, technically, I'm already here, but the thrill hasn't sunk in completely. Maybe it's the adrenaline rush from leaving the house at a crazy 2 am, way too pumped to catch the first bus. Let's just say sleep wasn't exactly on the agenda this morning.

By 6 am, I was practically bursting through the bus doors, greeted by the sweet, humid Dumaguete air. It felt like a warm hug after the air-conditioned bus ride. First stop: check-in at this amazing resort-ish place I found. It's got these adorable little huts nestled amongst lush greenery, and the sound of birds chirping is already a huge win in my book.

The real adventure began after I ditched my backpack (and the remnants of a very questionable bus-stop breakfast) for a morning of airgun fun. Turns out, I'm a surprisingly decent shot! Even managed to snag a respectable position in the competition they were holding. Not first place, but hey, who needs bragging rights when you've got bragging skills, right?

After lunch, I decided to indulge in a classic movie marathon. Deadpool and Wolverine, anyone? Let me tell you, internet void, that was a cinematic experience and a half. No spoilers, obviously, but let's just say it was a wild ride filled with action, humor, and enough sass to fuel a small army.

Now, as the sun dips below the horizon (and after a refreshing beer, because vacation!), I'm finding myself reflecting. There's a part of me that can't help but overthink things, you know the drill. But here's the thing: being in Dumaguete, a place so far removed from the daily grind, has a strange calming effect. It's like a physical distance translates to a mental one, a much-needed separation from the anxieties that usually swirl around my head.

Maybe it's the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, or the sound of distant laughter carried on the warm air. Maybe it's the promise of new experiences and a break from routine. Whatever it is, I'm feeling a sense of peace I haven't felt in a long time.

Speaking of breaks from routine, tomorrow's agenda includes indulging in the most important part of any island getaway: donut exploration! I've heard whispers of legendary donut shops hidden around town, and you better believe I'm on a mission to find them all. Consider this a quest for sugary enlightenment, internet void.

Until then, stay tuned for updates on my donut escapades and any other adventures this beautiful island throws my way. Here's to new beginnings, delicious pastries, and a much-needed escape from the ordinary.

P.S. Thanks again, internet void, for being the silent listener I always need. You're the best (and only) audience a girl could ask for.

[persephoneflouwers]

Besties, you seem to be about fic recs lately, so… Do you have a list of fics you would love to see as movies/tv series?

Best fic request ever!

I don’t want to sound repetitive but I can’t not mention all the fics in my bookmarks (x) and actually the most famous ones. We had a teaser of TTS with adore you lol but it would make such a pretty movie. Escapade could be the best gay romcom of this century with the right director and screenwriter. Young&beautiful of course… Bloodsport is the perfect tv series Twitter would support like crazy (more movie-able than unbelievers in my head). Buuuut *clears her throat* here’s my list, based on absolutely zero competence to analyse critically any screen adaptation of books and fics, but these fics just have something I would love to be brought to life, little details and/or descriptions that just would work for me.

Fic I would love as movies

ferricadooza! by suspendrs: this is already a cult for me. Set in 1963, homosexuality is illegal in the UK, Louis owns a gay bar, and Harry’s an underground boxing champion with an unfortunate enemy.

Come as you are by stylinsoncity: this story was meant as a director cut or something. The setting, the dialogues, the characters are so good and very original (especially Louis!). I think it would make a great movie (and there’s a sequel too, so you’ll have the fan service too lol).

Love is a rebellious bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews: They are Orchestra prodigies, who start with the wrong foot. Lots of angst and lots of music talk. 

Love after the end of the world by mercurial-madhouse ( @mercurial-madhouse ): a dystopian AU must be a movie. This one is the best I’ve read in fic form yet! 

No pressure, no diamonds by karamelised: is it even my fic rec post if i don’t mention this fic? Look, it’s just pure enterteinment at some point. Thieves, heigh tech heist, ex to lovers drama. I love it.

You and all of heaven’s of other wonders by devilinmybrain ( @thedevilinmybrain ): Harry is an angel. Like a real angel sent from heaven to protect Louis. And Harry loves humans... maybe a bit too much. Heaven can’t have that. 

Don’t want shelter by kingsofeverything ( @kingsofeverything ): Louis and Harry were childhood friends, but then something happens and they stopped talking. When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they co-own. During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

Cocaine for breakfast by guccikings:  Louis has drug addiction, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. this gave me skins vibe, a bit of beautiful boy now that I think about it. 

Like cranberries on a winter evening by  4ureyesonly28: no cause this would make such a perfect Christmas movie 🎄

On the edge by zanni_scaramouche: Louis is a figure skater and Harry is a Hockey player, they met at the Olympics. You’ll fall in love with them, the dynamics between them are just so cute and well described. Very unique setting too

Strangers Stars by shaylea: the safari fic. It’s probably the slowest slow burn I’ve ever read lmao but I think it would work as a movie. There are a lot of wild activities happening and obviously as a road trip the scenes would be full of incredible landscapes. Academy award for the photography incoming!

Drink and the devil had done the rest by fel:95: this is an Italian fic translated in English. Gay pirates cinematic universe? I’m ALL in.

Soft hands, fast feet, can’t lose by dolce_piccante: I think the world deserve a story where a quaterback falls in love with the boy from the ballet club. 

Wild and unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews: this fic makes my heart melt. The cowboy fic featuring Louis in the vest of  paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land and pregnant cows (i love cows so much).

Walk that mile by purpledaisy: the classic road trip. God, they’re both insufferable, yet so relatable 

Victorian boy by audreyhheart: I read this long time ago, but I think it would work as movie. As the title suggests, it’s an historical book. Beautiful dresses, galateo, horses and the prettiest landscapes. Louis is an aristocrat who acts like a dandy. Love him

Into the blue by zarah5: the scuba diving fic! this would be funnnn

Someone to fly home to by kingsofeverything: This authore works are sublime, so literally anything would do. Silver fox Louis!!!!! Ex to lovers!!!! but also angsty and romanticly mature.

mine would be you by crinckled-eyed-boo ( @crinkle-eyed-boo ): this is a tough one, tons of angst, jealousy that made my stomach churns. The drama of it all would make a good movie 100%

Nothing but you on my mind by nonsensedarling: Royal AU with a little bit of spice. 

If you read them and want to talk about, hit me up! 💖

[peru-perusals]

Introductions

Welcome back to Tumblr! Hopefully you remember where all the buttons are! Last spring, espana-escapades was a hit so I’m back this summer with peru-perusals!

A bit of context: George Fox offers an opportunity for all students to travel abroad during the May after their third year at Fox. While I was in Spain (see espana-escapades for more on that) I signed up for a Holy Lands trip through Israel, Palestine and Jordan. For obvious reasons, this trip was no longer happening as planned. The friends I was on the Holy Lands trip with suggested Peru, and we jumped ship to that one. And good thing we did, because that trip only had a handful of students on it when we joined and, after a few left, the total trip had at 6 students, led by one professor. We were all in a Peru class this past semester and the photo above is from our final class session at Mi Pisco, a Peruvian restaurant in Tigard!

With that, let’s introduce the cast, from left to right in the photo above.

Haley Rongley: She’s a German-speaking psychology major with a dry sense of humor that never fails to crack everyone up. If she were a crayon color, she’d be Indigo.

Alyssa Matthews: She’s an organized and friendly social work major and a natural leader. If she were a crayon color she would be Green Apple.

Bernadette Curl: She’s a Catholic theology major that is hoping to spot birds in Peru (we’ve estimated that there are 77 total birds in the country). If she were a crayon color, she would be Atomic Tangerine.

Holly Shelton: She’s our faculty leader, a linguist that teaches in the English department. She’s currently writing a book about merfolk!

Austyn Deal: She’s a cinematic arts major and photographer. Hopefully I’ll be able to share some of her photography here! If she were a crayon color, she’d be Cerulean.

Sam Nofziger is in the photo, but he’s not on the trip. He studied abroad in Cusco last year and was invited to the dinner to give us advice!

Claire Hanthorn: She’s a kinesiology major and soccer player who is very intentional about serving others. If she were a crayon color, she would be Orange.

Instead of numbering by date, I’ll be numbering by day of the trip, since that’s how our itinerary is set up. Hope you enjoy following along with our adventure!!

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I Will Always Find You No Matter What

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49869646 by Maddie_S23 “Where do you think you’re going?” Morgan asks, sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. I grab the keys and start unlocking the door. “Out.” I could hear Morgan sigh before saying, “He’s going to find you. Again.” I roll my eyes. “We’ll see.” Then I shut the door and quickly jogged over to the car. I would have to ditch it somewhere safe, before I continued on my escapade. Iron Man or Tony Stark be damned; I was leaving. Words: 910, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: Other Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49869646