#dark-elegaic

[corpsebibliophile]

“Elegance is not an outer quality, but a part of the soul that is visible to others.”

– Paulo Coelho

[yeolsaintlaurent]

Nocturnal Reverie  [PCY] ch.1

pairing - chanyeol x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, angst

themes - power imbalance, romance, crime, justice, class divide, politics, sex

synopsis - In the sprawling, dystopian city of Emberhaven, where power and corruption reign supreme, the lives of two unlikely individuals collide in a tale of passion, intrigue, and moral reckoning. Chanyeol, an enigmatic and wealthy scion of the city's elite, finds himself captivated by the elusive Y/N, a cunning and resourceful thief who navigates the treacherous underworld of Emberhaven. Their first encounter, sparked by a chance meeting in a luxurious club called The Velvet Lounge, sets the stage for a whirlwind romance amidst a backdrop of crime, politics, and danger.

warnings - none for this chapter

A/N - This is my first ever chapter from the series titled 'Nocturnal Reverie'. As the summary suggests, I wanted this story to be a commentary. Also a chance for me to write Chanyeol as this dark, mysterious hot dude who wants to change the world he was born into. Although his past should have molded him in a certain way (haha no spoilers), he develops a conscience and wants to be better and do better - which ultimately puts him on a path of justice. And what happens when he comes across a woman who he falls for, and who may or may not (again, no spoilers) bring up ghosts of his past. Has fate brought them together to team up? or will they be forced by circumstance and some harsh truths to fall apart. Who ends up pointing the gun at whom. Read on to find out. I'm not sure how many chapters this series will end up being (right now I've finished 5), but than you for joining me on this journey. If you love what you are reading - make sure to let me know!! Any and all feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1: City of Shadows

In the heart of a city where dreams went to die, the sun's feeble attempts to pierce the persistent cloud cover were met with indifference. This place, known only as "Emberhaven" by its denizens, wore an air of perpetual twilight, as if the very sun had abandoned it.

The city sprawled, a tapestry of stark contrasts painted in muted shades of despair and dimmed hopes. It was a city where life unfolded in a slow, monotonous cadence during the day, as the weary residents trudged to their day jobs, shoulders slumped under the weight of mundane existence.

But when night descended, a transformation took place. The city's forgotten corners came alive with a vibrancy that defied the daylight's gloom. Neon signs flickered to life, casting a garish kaleidoscope of colors on the cracked pavements. Laughter, tinged with desperation, echoed through narrow alleyways as the nightlife claimed its dominion.

The city's inhabitants were a motley crew, each trying to navigate the treacherous terrain of their existence. The underclass, beaten down by the grind of their daily routines, had become intimately acquainted with the seedy underbelly of survival. For some, desperation had led them down the path of petty crime, a means of putting food on the table when honest labor fell short.

Yet, even amid the decay and darkness, a semblance of hope flickered. The city's denizens were not without their aspirations. In the face of adversity, they clung to dreams of better days, a glimmer of light in their otherwise shadowed lives.

The stark contrast between these lives of quiet despair and the city's high society was never more evident than within the boundaries of "The Velvet Lounge." This establishment, located somewhere in the city's heart, was a refuge and a revelry ground, a place where boundaries blurred and masks were donned.

At first glance, The Velvet Lounge was an unassuming venue, its entrance concealed within the jagged contours of the city's architecture. Passersby, oblivious to its existence, would never guess at the decadent world concealed within its depths.

Once inside, the ambiance was a paradox, an intricate dance between past and present, grunge and elegance. Smoke hung heavy in the air, creating a haze that cloaked the patrons in an air of anonymity. The murmurs of conversations blended with the haunting strains of blues music, filling the space with an eerie, almost mournful, melody.

The club was a haven for the city's weary souls, a place where the weight of their daily burdens could be momentarily shed. In the dimly lit corners, lost souls sought solace in the bottom of their glasses, their laughter mingling with the intoxicating rhythm of the music.

Here, the city's criminals mingled with the disillusioned working class, and the wealthy elite sought refuge from the hollowness of their opulent lives. It was a tapestry woven from threads of desperation and desire, a microcosm of the city's essence.

Chanyeol, a figure marked by piercing sparkling eyes and a physique sculpted through years of turmoil and work, entered the establishment as he had done countless times before. His hair was black matching his eyes and perfectly styled. His steps were measured, deliberate, as he ventured into the murky depths of The Velvet Lounge. In this shadowed sanctuary, he found respite from the relentless echoes of his father's criminal legacy, seeking a penance that eluded his grasp.

Chanyeol made his way to the bar, a realm presided over by Suho, the bartender known for his charm and the uncanny ability to discern a patron's desires with a mere glance. Conversation with Suho, as was the custom at The Velvet Lounge, was cursory and devoid of personal details. No one shared their real names within these walls, a precautionary measure born from the city's unforgiving underbelly.

As Chanyeol ordered a bourbon, his gaze roved over the eclectic assembly of patrons. The Velvet Lounge was a refuge, but it was also a theater of stories waiting to be told. Faces bore the weight of their personal histories, each wrinkle and scar a testament to the battles fought in the shadows.

Y/N, with her striking orange hair that seemed to blaze with an inner fire, made her entrance with a quiet confidence that commanded attention. She slipped into the establishment, a delicate storm in stiletto heels, her presence noted by the regulars who recognized her unique allure.

Tonight was different for her. Tonight, her target was not just any unsuspecting mark at the bar; tonight, her focus was drawn to Chanyeol. He stood out among the crowd, his build, his personable facial features and an allure that beckoned her with an irresistible pull.

With deliberate grace, Y/N approached the bar, her steps echoing the seductive rhythm of her high heels.

Chanyeol, absorbed in the haunting strains of a blues guitarist on the stage, seemed momentarily oblivious to the world around him. The glass in his hand remained untouched, forgotten as he surrendered to the melancholic embrace of the music.

Y/N, however, was anything but oblivious. Her gaze, like twin flames, fixated on the stranger beside her. She cast a sidelong glance, her eyes a bewitching blend of curiosity and mischief.

With a voice like smoky silk, she purred, "You seem lost in the music, handsome. Mind if I join you?"

Chanyeol turned to her, his piercing gaze locking onto her striking hair and the lure in her eyes. For a moment, the world outside The Velvet Lounge ceased to exist. He felt an inexplicable connection, a pull toward this woman who had entered his life like a tempestuous storm.

A wry smile graced his lips as he replied, "Lost is an understatement, but you're more than welcome to share the chaos."

Their conversation flowed with a natural ease, as if their words had been rehearsed in the cosmos itself.

As the night wore on and the blues guitar serenaded the lost souls, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into conversation with Chanyeol. Her voice was a seductive melody, her words carefully chosen to weave a web of intrigue around him.

"You know," she purred, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass, "this city can be a lonely place. But sometimes, when two lost souls cross paths, they find something they didn't know they were looking for."

Chanyeol's gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes locked onto hers as if under a spell. The music, the dimly lit surroundings, and the woman before him held him in a trance.

He chuckled softly, the sound laced with a hint of melancholy. "You're right," he admitted, his voice low and tinged with vulnerability. "Loneliness has a way of making the world feel a lot colder."

As Y/N leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his expensive trench coat, she continued to sweet talk him, her words dripping like honey. She had almost reached her mark, her fingers inching toward his wallet, when his focus suddenly shifted.

The blues guitarist on the stage had launched into a soulful solo, the haunting notes echoing through the dimly lit space. Chanyeol's eyes drifted toward the source of the music, his expression one of rapt absorption. He had his eyes closed and had a mildly scrunched expression on his face as if he was embodying the lyrics and the instrumental of the music.

Unbeknownst to him, the glass in his hand had been refilled more times than he realized. The bourbon flowed freely, blurring the edges of his consciousness. Y/N, sensing her cue, extended her delicate fingers toward his coat pocket, her touch feather-light.

But just as her fingers grazed the wallet, Suho, with an uncanny awareness of his patrons, intervened. With a subtle nod and a discreet gesture, he alerted Chanyeol to the imminent danger.

Chanyeol's hazy gaze shifted from the guitarist to the bartender, and then to Y/N. The realization washed over him like a sobering wave. He caught her in the act, her hand poised to pluck his wallet from his coat.

A flicker of surprise crossed Y/N's face as she met his gaze, but she quickly masked it with a sly smile. "Caught me," she murmured, her voice teasing as she withdrew her hand.

Chanyeol, now more alert, couldn't help but be intrigued by the audacity of this woman. He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, you certainly know how to make things interesting."

Suho, observing the exchange from behind the bar, couldn't resist a knowing smile. In The Velvet Lounge, where secrets were currency and connections were forged in the shadows, this encounter between Chanyeol and Y/N was just the beginning of a story that promised to unfold in the embrace of the city's night.

Y/N, quick on her feet and undeterred by being caught, decided to make her exit gracefully. With a sly grin, she tilted her glass just enough to spill its contents onto the bar, the liquid cascading toward a lit candle. The sudden sizzle and burst of flames seized the attention of both the men, their gazes snapping toward the unexpected commotion.

Candlelight danced wildly, casting flickering shadows upon their faces, and for a fleeting moment, Y/N became a ghostly silhouette in the chaos. Taking advantage of the distraction, she slipped away, her figure blending seamlessly into the dimly lit surroundings.

Chanyeol's hand moved instinctively to smother the small fire, but his eyes scanned the room, searching for the fiery-haired woman who had slipped through his fingers. She had vanished into the night, leaving behind only a trail of intrigue.

Suho approached Chanyeol with a knowing look. "She's quite the character, that one," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

Chanyeol, still captivated by the memory of their brief encounter, couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, bro," he replied, his tone thoughtful. "I have a feeling I’m going to see her again.."

Suho raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "You seem rather taken with her," he observed.

Chanyeol's gaze remained fixed on the spot where Y/N had vanished, his thoughts a maelstrom of intrigue and longing. "There's something about her," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn’t ready to admit it, no not yet, but he wanted to see her again, maybe peel back all the layers and get to know her. The real her, who he had a sense of, may not be all that different from him. 

And so, in the embrace of the city's night, the chapter closed, leaving behind the echoes of blues music, the flicker of candlelight, and the lingering hope of a chance encounter between two souls destined to be entwined in the tapestry of the city's secrets.

[bookmuseum]

[REVIEW] Longing and Other Stories by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

4/5 stars (★★★★)

"It often happens that people experience the passage of two or three years' time in the space of a single dream."

First off, this edition by Columbia University Press is gorgeous. This is the first time "Sorrows of a Heretic" and "The Story of an Unhappy Mother" have appeared in English translation so I was very glad to pick this up because I love Tanizaki. The three works included in this book are apparently from his earlier, "less prolific" years when he was first starting out as a writer (much like his protagonist in "Sorrows of a Heretic"), and, while the stories do lack the Tanizaki of later years' polish, I think they make up for it in their refreshing lyricism, psycho-dreamlike style, and imagery, especially in "Longing." If I had to rate the stories (with a brief overview of each), it'd go:

1. "Longing"

This story was magical and enchanting. Almost every passage was beautiful and ethereal in its poetic tone. It kind of read like a modernist dreamscape narrative, like something from Virginia Woolf. The imagery -- the moonlight, the shadows, and the unknown "path" the little boy protagonist is walking aimlessly on -- were all masterfully described and I found myself quite enchanted, especially when the atmosphere would shift from elegaic to a bit menacing. The boy marching beside the austere, dark telegraph poles whilst listening to a passing train contrasted quite beautifully with the more natural images like the marsh filled with odd-sounding (almost creepy) flowers. I loved the passage, "The clear light of the moon shines over the heavens and the earth. And those on whom it shines are all dead. I alone am alive. I alone am living and moving." The reverential suspsension and stillness in this story is truly magnetic. When the little boy meets with the "old crone" figure in that lonely cottage, their exchange was so carefully crafted -- it was both Tanizaki as a child and a maturing writer in those words. And, of course, the encompassing scene when the little boy is "reunited" with his beautiful, otherworldly mother, but the happiness of finding her again is quickly undercut by reality seeping in. It was a bittersweet, sensual, and lovely story. One of my favorites of Tanizaki's now, for sure.

2. "The Story of an Unhappy Mother"

I loved Tanizaki's portrayal of the struggle between pre-Meiji Era Eastern philosophy (especially in regards to how one must prioritize one's family AKA parents over their spouse) and post-WWI individualism that came with Japan's steady Westernization. Tanizaki is a genius when it comes to portraying the strange, awkward, and sometimes painful transitory state of Japan moving from the traditional "Edo" period of long past to the Taishō era. I liked his emphasis on how his elder characters are "children" (ironic) of an old, bygone Japan like the Mother in "The Unhappy Mother," as well as his attention to the ones caught in between the past and oncoming present (i.e. her children, especially her eldest). I can understand why the Western reader may be uncomfortable or confused with this story, which is why I really recommend reading McCarthy and Chambers' Afterword + literary commentary on it. I didn't find the "(melo)drama" overplayed or unbelievable at all. I felt everybody in the family's pain, although I don't think I agree with the narrator that the Mother was the primary victim (but then again, I'm a 21st century Western reader so what do I know). Also really enjoyed the narrative style in this one; I think out of all the three stories, this one had the most engaging voice.

3. "Sorrows of a Heretic"

Despite how much I like the reprobate, good-for-nothing sad man of letters figure in a lot of Japanese literature, I didn't like Shōzaburō. I thought I would since I'm such a big fan of Ryūnosuke Akutagawa and Osamu Dazai's similarly "shameful" characters, but I found Tanizaki's portrayal a bit forced, overbearing, and shallow. Apparently this short story is one of Tanizaki's more "autobiographical" and realist ones, and I suppose I can appreciate it as a kind of confessional or interior exploration from the author, but as a narrative with a "plot," I didn't much enjoy it. It felt a bit dragged on and I grew tired of Shōzaburō's line of thinking quickly. Yet, like with "The Story of an Unhappy Mother," I liked Tanizaki's illustration of the constant tug-of-war between old school, Confuscianist Japan and post-Meiji Restoration Japan, as embodied through Shōzaburō's penchant for both classic Chinese poetry and modern technology like the gramophone (though he does suck at handling it), amongst other things. His portrayal of the "nuclear family" and Shōzaburō's impoverished, miserable parents were very hard-hitting to me. This passage was particularly striking: "And so his heart was a prisoner to his parents, but the more aware he was of the depth of their bonds, the more he cursed and feared them. Unable to let go of his parents' hands, even as he shunned them, he was furious at his own weak will." Then it cuts to his dad kicking him in the buttocks (again) and yelling at him. I thought that was really relatable in a tongue-in-cheek way, but also quite sad. Tanizaki's very funny when you know where to look.

To end, I really liked Paul McCarthy's masterful translations of the first and last stories. I thought Anthony H. Chambers' translations of the middle (and longest) story was a bit ... uncomfortable? But I'm not overly nitpicky about it. I liked Chambers' translation of Naomi, but I think McCarthy's work was much sharper here.

In addition to this book's excellent Translator's Afterword (it came at the end so you can avoid spoilers!), I liked that this edition also had footnotes, though I feel like they were a bit lacking, especially in "Sorrows of a Heretic." The references to historical, literary, and mytholigical figures in Japan were only explained on a surface level, which is fine, but for someone who's never read Tanizaki or Japanese literature before, it would've been confusing. I understand that there's not much room in footnotes for detail, but I think the information and context could've been handled better. Some parts I felt like didn't even need a footnote and others I was astonished that there wasn't one at all.

I'm very happy to have read this book. It was a quick, spell-binding read that revealed a side of Tanizaki's writing I hadn't been exposed to much apart from his essays. I like his more canonical works like The Makioka Sisters, Naomi, and Some Prefer Nettles, but Longing and Other Stories felt more intimate, vivid, and soothingly hazy. Bravo!

[miltonblindsca]

California Shutters and Blackout Roller Shades: A Guide to Choosing the Best Window Treatments

When it comes to upgrading your home, choosing the right window treatments plays a significant role in both aesthetics and functionality. Among the most popular choices are California shutters and blackout roller shades. These two options not only provide style but also serve practical purposes like light control, privacy, and energy efficiency. In this article, we will explore the benefits and features of California shutters and blackout roller shades to help you make an informed decision for your home.

California Shutters: Timeless Elegance

California shutters, often referred to as plantation shutters, are known for their wide louvered slats that can be adjusted to control light and privacy. These shutters are typically made from materials like wood, composite, or vinyl, and they offer a classic and timeless look that complements a variety of home designs, from modern to traditional.

Benefits of California Shutters

Light Control and Privacy: One of the standout features of California shutters is their ability to control natural light. By simply tilting the slats, you can allow as much or as little light as you desire. Additionally, the shutters provide excellent privacy, as they block the view from the outside while still allowing some light to enter.

Energy Efficiency: California shutters are known for their insulation properties. When closed, they help to keep the heat out during the summer and the warmth in during the winter, reducing your energy bills.

Durability: Made from sturdy materials, California shutters are built to last. Unlike curtains or blinds, they don’t wear out easily and are resistant to damage, making them a great long-term investment for your home.

Customizability: These shutters can be custom-made to fit any window size or shape, offering flexibility for unique window designs. You can also choose from a variety of finishes and colors to match your interior décor.

Increased Home Value: Due to their timeless appeal and functionality, California shutters can enhance the resale value of your home. Buyers are often attracted to the clean, sophisticated look they provide.

Blackout Roller Shades: Modern Convenience

While California shutters are all about elegance and tradition, blackout roller shades are a more modern, sleek option that focuses on functionality. As the name suggests, blackout roller shades are designed to block out light completely, making them ideal for bedrooms, home theaters, and spaces where you need complete darkness.

Benefits of Blackout Roller Shades

Total Light Blockage: If you're looking for total darkness, blackout roller shades are your best bet. They are made from thick, opaque materials that prevent any light from entering the room, making them perfect for those who are sensitive to light while sleeping or for creating a movie theater-like environment at home.

Energy Efficiency: Like California shutters, blackout roller shades can also help reduce energy costs. By blocking sunlight, they keep rooms cooler during hot months, reducing the need for air conditioning.

Easy to Use: These shades are simple to operate, often with just a pull cord or motorized system for convenience. They roll up neatly when not in use, offering a minimalist look that fits well in modern homes.

Affordability: Blackout roller shades are generally more affordable than custom California shutters. They provide a budget-friendly option for homeowners who want effective light control without breaking the bank.

Versatility: Available in a range of fabrics, colors, and textures, blackout roller shades can easily match your home’s décor. Some models even come with additional features like UV protection or sound insulation.

Choosing the Right Window Treatment

When deciding between California shutters and blackout roller shades, it ultimately depends on your specific needs and preferences. If you're aiming for a more elegant, durable, and energy-efficient option that adds long-term value to your home, California shutters may be the right choice. On the other hand, if you prioritize complete light control, affordability, and modern convenience, blackout roller shades could be the perfect solution.

Consider factors like the room's purpose, your budget, and the overall aesthetic of your home when making your decision. Both window treatments offer excellent benefits and can significantly enhance the comfort and beauty of your living space.

In conclusion, whether you opt for the classic charm of California shutters or the functional sleekness of blackout roller shades, you can’t go wrong with either choice. Each option provides unique benefits that cater to different styles and needs, ensuring that your windows are both stylish and practical.

[finishinglinepress]

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As I began writing about #rivers I realized that I couldn’t write about their #natural #environments without writing about their #people. Humans are, after all, part of #nature. #Native #Americans have lived along the eastern Atlantic shores for millennia; the English colonists who arrived in 1607 were recent additions. All have shaped the history and the habitat. In this reimagining, I have relied loosely upon Captain John Smith’s The Generall Historie, available literature, and #historical and informative markers at the locations visited. East for peace and wisdom, west for rain and thunder, north for the cleansing wind and south for the source and end of #life. And how pelican lifts at First Landing.

Clifford Bernier‘s The Silent Art won the Gival Press Poetry Award. He is also the author of Dark Berries and Earth Suite, each selected by the Montserrat Review as a Best Chapbook. His new books, Ocean Suite, and Wetlands were published in September 2024 and February 2025 respectively. Bakary and the River will be published in spring and summer 2025. He appears in The Write Blend poetry circle collection among other print and online journals and anthologies. In addition, Mr. Bernier appears on harmonica in the Portuguese Accumulated Dust world music series and is featured on the EP Post-Columbian America. He has been featured in readings in Los Angeles, Seattle, Chicago, Buffalo, Detroit, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and the Washington, DC area, including the Library of Congress, the Arts Club of Washington, George Washington University (where he is a member of the Washington Writer’s Collection) and the Bethesda Writer’s Center. He has been a reader for the Washington Prize and a judge for the National Endowment for the Arts’ Poetry Out Loud recitation contest. From 2003-2008 he hosted the Poesis reading series in Arlington, Virginia and performed with the Jazzpoetry band at venues in and around Washington, DC. He has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes and a Best of the Net Award. He lives in Alexandria, Virginia.

PRAISE FOR Bakary and the River by Clifford Bernier

Bakary and the River transports us in time and anchors us in place, evoking a proto-American landscape before “the land became property / and the mountain became ore / and the Mother of Rivers lost / her umbilical cord.” In a sequence of lyric and at times elegaic vignettes, Clifford Bernier paints “Bakary and I, I and I” as they consider the resources of the river: plants before they serve as a man’s meal, animals before they become someone’s game. The poet demonstrates his considerable skill at litany and dense enjambment, but also introduces the deft pauses and dropped endlines that invite the reader to rest and reflect on this shared journey. An alluvial blues; a thoughtful, deeply musical collection.

–Sandra Beasley, author of Made to Explode

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In this marvelous sequence of poems, Clifford Bernier brings a contemporary slant to the myths and history of colonial Jamestown. Immersed in nature and its geography, the poet allows us to not only see but to smell and taste “the red oak and hickory,” “the splash of alewives / and sturgeon,” and most of all, the great Potomac River, source of legends and of life. There’s a bit of the great Gary Snyder’s influence in Bernier’s perceptions, but the compelling voice and the deft interweaving of past and present are all his own.

–Rose Solari, author of The Last Girl (poems) and A Secret Woman (a novel)

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Mysterious and hypnotic, Clifford Bernier‘s Bakary and the River leads the reader on a dreamlike voyage down America’s rivers, from the Chesapeake to the Mississippi and back. Leading the way is Bakary, the Gambian slave and riverman who is part Charon, part Mark Twain’s Jim. Told by multiple narrators (or is it the same narrator in different guises?), Bakary and the River is simultaneously a celebration of the American riverscape and an elegy for the time before “the land became property/and the mountain became ore/and the Mother of Rivers lost/her umbilical cord to the/surgeon and the steeple and the bell.”

–Miles David Moore, author of Man on Terrace with Wine

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[vorac1ous]

ཐི♰ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺                ﹙int.﹚        cirilla's  chambers,    night.    @elegaics;cirilla

            “    sweet  flower,    ”    marya’s  voice  a  thing  so  soft  as  to  be  nearly  imperceptible;    just  as  the  coming  snowfall  does  set  gently  over  coňstanja,    blanketing  her  in  winter’s  dark  quiet.    here,    she  maneuvers  her  body  with  practiced  attention    —    that  she  may  not  startle  this  porcelain  creature,    sheltering  in  its  nest.    ever  the  huntswoman  alert  in  her  blind.    “    i  have  come  to  see  that  you  are  well.    ”    there  exists  some  whisper  of  truth  to  these  words,    though  their  aim  is  obscured.    “    and  yet,    how  could  you  possibly  be  so,    given  all  that  has  happened    ...    ”    a  stride  to  close  the  space  between  them,    a  hand  outstretched  so  that  it  might  graze  feather-light  against  dear  cirya’s  cheek.    “    your  poor  father.    ”    she  clicks  the  tip  of  her  tongue  against  her  front  teeth,    a  note  of  pity.    “    and  such  talk  of  devilry,    what  beasts  may  be  stalking  us  from  the  shadows  of  this  place.    ”    she  will  make  to  be  seated  in  company  with  her  niece,    playing  the  part  of  tender  kin.    “    do  not  be  frightened,    my  pet.    it  is  but  gossip,    meant  to  excite  us.    of  this  i  am  sure.    ”

[lisardrew]

Toe Nail Colors: A Guide to Choosing the Perfect Shades for Every Season

When it comes to self-care and style, one area that often gets overlooked is the toes. However, just like your hands, your toes deserve a little attention too.

A fresh coat of polish on your toenails can not only enhance the look of your feet but also give your overall look a polished and put-together vibe. Whether you're rocking sandals in the summer or boots in the winter, choosing the right toe nail color can make a statement. Here’s a guide to help you select the best shades for every occasion and season.

1. Classic Neutrals

If you're after a timeless, understated look, neutral tones are the way to go. Shades like nude, beige, soft pink, and light peach give a clean and sophisticated look to your toes. These colors are perfect for any occasion, whether it's a day at the office or a casual outing. Neutral colors also tend to elongate the appearance of your feet, making them a go-to for those who prefer understated elegance.

Best for: Professional settings, everyday wear, or special occasions where subtlety is key.

2. Vibrant Reds

Red is a classic toe nail color that never goes out of style. Whether it's a bold cherry red, a deep burgundy, or a bright scarlet, red nails instantly add a pop of color and confidence. A rich red color works well for almost any skin tone and can elevate your overall look, whether you're at a party or on a date. It’s a color that embodies confidence and sophistication.

Best for: Date nights, holidays, weddings, or anytime you want to make a statement.

3. Cool Blues

Blue is a fresh and fun color for your toes, offering a wide range of shades from pastel blues to vibrant oceanic tones. Light blues are perfect for a spring or summer vibe, while navy or cobalt blue hues can be great for fall and winter. Blue nails give a bold and quirky flair, while still maintaining a sense of elegance, especially when paired with neutral outfits.

Best for: Summer vacations, beach trips, or fun outings with friends.

4. Pretty Pastels

Pastels are perfect for those warmer months when you want a soft and feminine look. Light pinks, lilacs, soft blues, and mint greens give off a calming, playful vibe. Pastel tones also pair beautifully with summer dresses and give your feet a soft glow that can be both chic and relaxed.

Best for: Spring and summer, festivals, casual gatherings, or relaxing weekends.

5. Bold and Bright Hues

Summer calls for colors that pop, and nothing does it better than bright hues like neon pink, electric yellow, and vivid coral. These colors are perfect for adding a bit of fun to your outfit, especially when you’re heading to the beach or enjoying a sunny day. Bold hues also pair well with tans and are ideal for showing off a well-manicured pedicure.

Best for: Vacations, beach days, or any time you're in the mood to show off a playful personality.

6. Deep Greens and Teals

For a more sophisticated and modern look, deep green and teal hues are a perfect choice. These colors have a cool undertone that pairs well with both earthy tones and metallics. Teal, in particular, is a trendy color that gives off an exotic, luxurious vibe. It's a great choice for those who want to step away from the traditional hues without being too bold.

Best for: Fall and winter months, cozy evenings, or occasions where you want a chic yet edgy style.

7. Metallics and Glitter

For those who want a little extra sparkle and shine, metallics and glittery polish are perfect for making a statement. Gold, silver, bronze, and even holographic glitters give your toenails a festive, glamorous touch. Whether it's a special occasion or just a fun day out, metallics can take your pedicure to the next level.

Best for: Parties, special events, holidays, or anytime you want to feel festive.

8. Dark and Moody Tones

As the weather cools down, darker shades like plum, charcoal, deep navy, and black start to make their appearance. These colors add a touch of mystery and elegance to your toes and can easily transition from day to night. Dark colors also create a dramatic effect and pair well with cozy fall and winter fashion.

Best for: Fall and winter, evening events, or when you're in the mood for something bold.

9. White and Off-White

White polish is fresh, clean, and elegant. A crisp white pedicure works well for both summer and winter, offering a cool, minimalist look. If you're looking for something less stark, off-white tones like ivory, cream, or soft beige can give your toes a subtle, refined appearance that still stands out.

Best for: Beach vacations, spring and summer, weddings, or elegant dinner parties.

10. Seasonal Trends

Just as fashion evolves with the seasons, so do toe nail trends. Keep an eye out for the latest colors each season, as popular shades often reflect the mood and style of the time. For example, during the fall, you might see rich jewel tones, while spring calls for floral-inspired shades like pastel pinks and purples. Experiment with seasonal colors to keep your pedicure fresh and in line with current trends.

Best for: Experimenting with current trends to stay stylish throughout the year.

Final Thoughts

Toe nail colors offer an opportunity to express yourself and add personality to your look. Whether you prefer the classic elegance of neutral shades, the boldness of bright colors, or the glitz of metallics, there is a hue for every season, occasion, and mood. Don’t be afraid to experiment with different shades throughout the year—your toes are your canvas for creativity!

[emerald8d]

[ayurvedic-salah]

Exposed cream is a natural skin care product that has been gaining popularity in recent years. It is made from a blend of natural ingredients, including shea butter, cocoa butter, and beeswax. La-elega is the best place where you can buy Exposed Cream at an affordable price. Buy Now!

[ladycharles]

As you may recall I posted this unearthed Goncharov themed funk rock song awhile back. As promised, it's available on streaming services now as a bonus track!

While more rough than I would usually put out, it's a pretty fun 70s style ballad that covers the dark/edgy/elegaic vibes of the film. If you enjoy be sure to stay tuned for my next releases! 💖

Here's a little preview video with scenes from the movie 💖

[ymiwritesstuff]

Lack of You

So I’m not the biggest fan of Childe in all honesty HOWEVER I decided to write this Yan!Childe fic for him because let’s be honest, he’s lowkey unhinged lmao. Anyway this is probably the darkest fic I’ve ever written so be sure to read the warnings carefully if you feel like that’s necessary. Please enjoy!

Genshin Impact

Yandere!Childe x Fem!Reader

Summary: After thinking you had found peace in Liyue after a difficult escape from your home, all your hope comes crashing down when you see him again.

Notes: Angst, Mentions of NSFW, DARK THEMES, Mentions of past abuse, Swearing, A hint of Zhongli x Reader, Yandere/Obsessive themes

Also posted on AO3!

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

As the grand entrance of Liyue Harbor slowly came to view, your lips turned upward into a warm smile, your feet picking up just a tad bit more speed. It had been a delightful vacation, the freshly picked windwheel asters in your basket were proof of that, but you were happy to return to the region you had called home for some time.

It felt nostalgic in a way. As your feet discovered the wooden surface of the bridge leading to the harbor once more, you found yourself reminiscing of the time you first arrived in Liyue. It had been a stormy day, the wind raged and rain fell, but you remember feeling a strange sense of calm as you familiarized yourself with the surroundings, not quite sure if what you saw was real.

You placed your hand on the railing, peeking down at the shallow waters below that eventually bled into the vast ocean. You inhaled the familiar air around you, allowing your (E/C) eyes to close themselves in this brief moment of basking in the beauty of Liyue.

Mondstadt had its moments, and you had enjoyed your time in there in the underlying presence of the Anemo Archon. In the city of freedom, you did indeed feel like a bird in the clouds, unrestrained. But nothing would surpass the utter feelings of tranquility and joy that engulfed your being every time the warmly colored leaves of Liyue entered your vision.

Despite leaving the cold region you had once called home behind abruptly on that fateful day, an action which many would write off as strange, not an ounce of regret floated in your conscience. As far as you were concerned, Liyue was your home. And would always be.

You retreated from the edge of the bridge and continued deeper into the harbor, eyes sparkling with joy. The flora that lay in your basket was blessed with a small glance from your orbs as you pondered what to do with them. The orange petals spun beautifully in the nourishing winds, so placing them outside somewhere was most ideal, you thought.

As you walked, your ears picked up an unusual amount of commotion, but you figured it must have had something to do with the recent Rite of Descension and just how horribly it had ended. You had received the news when in Mondstadt and you weren’t quite sure if you even believed them. But seeing the state in which some of the people were, it was clear as day that Rex Lapis, Liyue’s Archon, had passed on.

You frowned at the thought, but pressed on, not wanting your mind to be plagued by such thoughts. Not again. Though, something told you that the people would bounce back and prosper, despite the loss of their Archon. The people were strong, admirably so, and with the guidance of the Qixing, you were certain the region would heal.

Be it consciously or fully by accident, you found yourself nearing the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, some part of you perhaps hoping to get a glimpse of its consultant. Something akin to a friendship had begun to blossom between the two of you during your time in Liyue, and you found yourself seeking his company from time to time. His calm and collected nature and eloquent way of speech fascinated you, some would even say you found these traits rather attractive, though you wouldn’t allow yourself to admit that.

Mr. Zhongli was peculiar, yet so very charming and elegant. He had been your guide when uncertainty followed but most of all, he allowed you to forget all the sinister things that had brought you there to begin with.

A smile crept onto your lips as your eyes glued themselves on a familiar figure, that dark hair lightly swaying in the wind. His back was turned to you and he appeared to be engaged in a casual conversation. Perhaps he had time to listen to all the things you had experienced in the land of Barbatos while you were-

Your face blanched and your feet stopped abruptly. The hand holding the basket let go, the flowers plunging towards the stone ground that laid beneath your soon trembling form. Your eyes widened, an eerily familiar feeling of dread you had wanted to forget digging its nails into you as you looked at the person whom Zhongli was conversing with.

Your stomach sank. That orange hair, those dull azure eyes that somehow managed to feign life, and that careless smile he wore as he spoke words you couldn’t hear that would have fooled anyone but you. For you knew what laid behind that seemingly innocent smile.

It all came back to you. All the memories from the time you were plagued by an obsessive monster, hellbent on keeping you to himself with no regard for your feelings or protests. Without knowing, your legs carried you somewhere, your mind clinging onto the slightest piece of hope that he hadn’t seen you. It was suffocating, all the joy and relief you had previously felt crumbled into dust at the mere sight of him. Just when you thought you had managed to escape from his claws that had dug into your skin so many times back home, he came back like a vicious snake.

You found yourself in a secluded alley, desperate for air that had left your lungs. You panted, head feeling as if it would burst from the fear. Questions whirled in your mind. Why was he here? How did he find you? Was your difficult escape from Snezhnaya utterly fruitless?

You fell to your knees, hands buried in your hair as you tried to simultaneously fight back tears and somehow clear your mind that had become heavy and clouded with terror. Despair coated your entire being, all of your efforts to stay far away from your tormenter feeling hopeless. Would this nightmare ever end?

The sun was setting, night would soon coat Liyue Harbor, a place in which you had once felt safe. But now that you could practically feel Childe’s presence even when he hopefully wasn’t near, you lost all hope.

You somehow managed to stand up again, frantically looking around you, the paranoia of him being just behind the corner digging itself into your frail being. Your breath hitched and you placed a trembling hand on your chest, trying to make some sense of the situation. There was a slight chance that his eyes had not noticed you standing there, though you were more than unsure about this. However, it was the only hope you had and you clung to it desperately knowing that the next course of action was to leave Liyue for good.

As you came to the realization, you allowed the swelled tears to fall from your eyes, bringing a hand over your mouth. Once again, you were pushed to the point where you had to leave a place you called home behind, just because even the thought of seeing him again made your stomach churn. You didn’t want to go through that again, but you were out of options, and he, once again, was one step ahead.

The way home was silent, but not the peaceful kind. It was grueling. For once in your life, you wished for the usual yells of merchants or loud voices of the children. You walked with careful yet fast steps, eyes frantically glancing from side to side each time you passed a corner or another dark alley. You were terrified, it was almost ridiculous. You were sure he was somewhere, laughing sardonically at the state of you that he had caused. The thought reminded you of just how cruel he was. You were sure he got some twisted form of satisfaction from seeing you suffer.

You gripped the railing of the crimson stairs far too hard, your heart racing and throbbing in pain as you ascended them. Despite your horrified state, you were fueled by a small drop of determination to escape once again. As for where you weren’t sure. Mondstadt was the first place to come to mind, but you soon realized just how obvious that would have been. If Childe was as steadfast in catching you as you surmised, that’s where he would go first. Inazuma wasn’t any more comforting as the whole nation had been locked down, and no outsider would even make it there due to the raging storm at sea.

No matter how you looked at the grim situation, you were stuck. You tried not to think about it, for right now, your top priority was to leave Liyue as soon as possible.

You allowed yourself a slight moment to release the breath you had been holding as soon as you stepped into your dark home, closing the door behind you. Leaning against the door, you breathed, closed your eyes that had become red with tears, and tried to figure out your plan in your head. All you needed to do was to gather all the necessary items for your journey ahead. Still, it felt overwhelming. Difficult even.

You couldn’t help but think back to the moment when you first met him, how clueless you had been. He was perfect, almost too perfect, and you realized that when it was far too late. It saddened you, in a way. But what kind of a relationship with a Fatui Harbinger would work anyways. Childe was too far gone, too sick with what he thought was his undying love for you.

“Did you honestly think you could run away from me?”

Your eyes shot open and a cold shiver filled with dread ran down your spine for the second time that day. Only this time, it was worse. A single lantern at the other end of the room was lit, and that’s when you saw him again. His eyes, full of death watched you, an unquenched hunger floating in them. One corner of his pink lips was slightly upward as if he was trying to suppress a ruthless laugh at your pathetic form.

“Childe…” Your voice barely held anything in it, your body soon beginning to tremble under his gaze. The air became thick with something and your breathing became uneven. He tilted his head to the side, that dark void in his eyes looking straight at you.

“W-what are you doing here?” You were not sure how you managed to ask that, and you found yourself regretting the question as Childe took a single, threatening step towards you, that small smirk widening into something much more sinister.

“A business trip. On behalf of the Fatui,” he spoke, voice colder than the Snezhnayan blizzards. His tone was monotone, but you could hear the underlying wickedness embedded in it. 

You were not certain if he was telling the truth, as the disturbing glint in his eyes told more than his words. As he walked, his hand found a single piece of your clothing on an empty chair. He grabbed it, bringing it closer to his eyes and examined it. It was a local dress you had bought for quite a large sum of mora. It was your way of trying to move forward and forget everything. Forget him.

His eyes darkened at the sight and he gripped the fabric tighter before turning his painfully scalding gaze towards you. You flinched as he tossed the garment aside.

“I should be offended,” he said with a slight shrug, before housing a smirk on his lips once more. “Yet, strangely, I’m not.”

“How did you find me?” You asked, surprised to hear a bit more volume in your otherwise shaky voice. Childe couldn’t contain the chuckle that slipped his mouth.

“You seem to have quite the friendship with the gentleman at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” He spoke with such glee it made you sick and his words didn’t bring you any comfort you secretly hoped but knew weren’t getting. Had he asked him about you?

“Zhongli…”

Childe frowned at that. How you said his name, almost as if it were a cry for help.

“He spoke quite highly of you. Just what kind of a relationship do you have with him?”

His wickedly calm voice changed, and your heart throbbed in fear when it did. You had heard it too many times, all in situations like this. Back home, if you so much as looked at someone else in a way that didn’t please him he would demand answers using that exact threatening voice. And you could never lie. You never dared to.

In a way, he chided himself for allowing you to escape as he was now faced with the chance that you had caught feelings for another man. And judging by the way your eyes widened at his question, it was not a mere chance. He didn’t like that. Not one bit.

He began walking towards you again, and you felt like you were choking, the pressure from his displeased, silently furious face worsened with every step he took. You pressed yourself against the door behind you, your hand trying to find an opportunity to push it open. But you were frozen.

“You have feelings for him, don’t you?”

His voice was full of malice and it was clear that he was holding himself back as you were certain he would snap into a fit of rage at any moment.

“C-Childe… I-”

He got closer and tears pooled in your (E/C) eyes.

“Does he fancy you as well?”

You moved your hand lower, panic settling in at the sight of his unhinged eyes. You didn’t dare look back at him. His eyes darkened.

“...Has he fucked you?”

“P-please… D-don’t do this-”

His brow twitched and his jaw clenched.

“Answer me!”

That was all it took for you to try and push the door open, but your attempt was short-lived as Childe dashed forward at almost inhuman speeds, grabbing your hands and pinning them on the wooden surface. You struggled in his grip, his fingers digging into the skin of your wrists as you pleaded for him to let you go, tears spilling from your eyes. All you got in response was a maniac chuckle.

“You really thought you could get away from me and get yourself another man, huh?!”

He pressed his body against yours and you found yourself losing your strength against him. Still, you tried to break free, sobs escaping your lips, despite knowing just how futile it was.

“Childe! P-please!”

Your protests did little to slow him down, instead, he let out a laugh so sadistic, it trembled in your bones.

“Yes! Beg some more! Because that’s the only thing you’ll be able to do from now on!”

He brutally grabbed your chin and made you look at him, his eyes now burning with a twisted form of desire and hunger. He licked his lips, that wide smile that was sick with a thirst that could never be quenched making your core twist in the most horrible sensation of fear you had ever felt. At this moment, amid that fear, you felt regret. You should have never escaped.

Upon seeing your frightened expression, something twitched in him and he lowered himself to your ear, gripping your both wrists with one hand, while his other held your jaw tightly. He inhaled deeply his mind processing your heavenly scent that was so addictive to him. He missed you, how your face twisted in fear at his actions, how you desperately begged for mercy. A part of him found your little escape thrilling, as he was now on edge from having you away for so long. He craved you and he was losing his mind. 

Perhaps he had already lost it.

You gasped when you felt his tongue on your earlobe, followed by his low, sultry yet shaky voice that send shivers down your spine.

“I’ll ruin you… I’ll ruin you so fucking bad you won’t even think about running away from me again.”

[cheeryfairygender]

Names

Paige

Rowan

Allie

Fay

Agatha

Crystal

Violet

Plum

Novella

Sonnet

Eloquence

Fable

Poet

Saga

Booker

Penn

Quill

Reed

Myth

Pronouns

book/worm/books/worms/bookwormself

book/book/books/books/bookself

ma/magi/magic/magics/magciself

magi/magic/magic/magics/magicself

friend/ship/friends/ships/friendshipself

fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself

pur/purp/purple/purples/purpleself

purple/purple/purples/purples/purpleself

pi/pink/pink/pinks/pinkself

pink/pink/pinks/pinks/pinkself

page/page/pages/pages/pageself

uni/corn/unis/corns/unicornself

ali/corn/alis/corns/alicornself

plum/plum/plums/plums/plumself

vio/let/vios/lets/violetself

vi/vio/vio/vios/vioself

vio/vio/vios/vios/vioself

vio/violet/violets/violets/violetself

violet/violet/violets/violets/violetself

lite/liter/literature/literatures/literatureself

el/ele/elega/elegants/elegantself

no/nov/novel/novels/novelself

poem/poem/poers/poers/poemself

po/poe/poem/poems/poemself

Genders

Dark Gender Romantic 

Gender Romantic

Gender Decadence

Poemgender

Amicagender

Gender Magical Realism

Gender Expressionism

Boqorgeerigender

Purplegender

Purgender

Poetric

Scrapbook

Librisett

Genregender

Laureic

Fablegender

Spellgender

Abracagender

Wispae

Circgender

Charmagender

Medeigender

Burstöll

Magiogender

Princessgender

Pinkgender

[ID: A banner similar to a DNI banner with Cham-P, a large hamster, and Maga-Z, an aggressive hamster with a tear in its left ear, both belonging to Gundham from Danganronpa. They both are on the left and break the border of the banner. The banner reads as follows: Do not respost onto flop/cringe accounts! It triggers my paranoia, and you are not immune to being reported to your website’s staff! “My paranoia” is implied to be referring to Mod Bede. End ID]

[ID: A DNI banner with Jum-P, a curled up and sleeping hamster, and San-D, a calm/happy hamster holding a sunflower seed, both belonging to Gundham from Danganronpa. They both are on the right and break the border of the banner. The banner reads as follows: Do not interact: Ed, Edd, n Eddy icons, Nazi, pedo, bigot, truscum/transmed/”nonbinary skeptic”/”gender critical”, against xenogenders, pro-shipper, think bisexuality doesn’t include trans/nonbinary people, antikin. End ID]

[ktzangpostudios]

Gentleman Series - Cesar Romero

Gentleman Series - Cesar Romero

The incredible green and purple stipple glass inspired this gent! The colors are playful, the style is elegant; it’s complex and entrancing and always a Gentleman.

An understated accent lamp reminiscent of a more sophisticated time. This handsome black, hexagonal metal lantern is fitted with beautiful hand-blown Ice White/Purple/Blue/Dark Green Stipple glass, with a silver metal housing and a 40w vintage style bulb.

A fine addition to your office, home office or study. Enjoy a piece of that Edwardian Spirit adorning your favorite table.

Dimensions:

Width: 5"

Height: 9 3/4"

[schokokokatze]

High Priest Dark and Cat might’ve had their troubles in the past, but their daughter Elega brought them closer together. They had been worried, at first. What if the little girl had been burdened with her father’s legacy? After a few years, however, both of her parents breathed a sigh of relief. Elega was nothing remarkable at all, except to them. No powerful witch in the making. Not a goddess among men. She seemed perfectly equipped for an easy and happy life.

[nitrateglow]

Favorite film discoveries of 2019

Every year, my new-to-me favorites list always shocks me in some way. This year, the sheer amount of movies made in the 2010s on display is INSANE by my standards. Of course, most of the modern movies here are throwbacks or tributes to older styles of cinema, so maybe it’s not that shocking in the long run.

Another running trend this year: movies that are old but not as dated as we would wish. Many of the older films here deal with xenophobia and political strife in ways that still feel shockingly prescient today-- the more things change...

ONCE UPON A TIME... IN HOLLYWOOD (DIR. QUENTIN TARANTINO, 2019)

I never thought the day would come where my favorite movie of the year would actually be made after the 1970s, let alone by Quentin Tarantino. Then again, this movie is all about the end of Old Hollywood as well as a big love letter to the 1960s, so maybe it’s not that shocking a state of affairs. I adored this movie, the level of detail, the laidback yet elegaic vibe, the comedy and the relationships between all the characters. It was one of those movies where I loved even the scenes where nothing seems to be happening at all-- I mean, who knew Brad Pitt feeding his dog and watching TV could be entertaining?? But it is and I can't wait to see this one again!

INTENTIONS OF MURDER (DIR. SHOHEI IMAMURA, 1964)

Intentions of Murder has an insane premise, one that runs the risk of being tasteless: a housewife in a miserable, exploitative marriage is raped by a sickly burglar during a home invasion. Even worse, she can’t shake him, as he’s suddenly infatuated and wants her to run away with him to the city. And weirder still: her current existence is so miserable that she’s TEMPTED. While abuse and rape are grim subjects for any story, Intentions is actually about a woman coming into her own and finally standing strong against all these men trying to use her. It’s a weird blend of drama and dark comedy, a truly savage satire on patriarchy and class-snobbery.

JOKER (DIR. TODD PHILLIPS, 2019)

I went into this movie expecting to think it was overhyped and when I first left the theater, I was all ready to say “it’s good but not THAT good.” But it ended up haunting me for weeks afterward, and I found myself thinking about how everything just tied up so well together, from the grotty urban hellscape which serves as the setting to Phoenix’s brilliant performance. It reminded me a lot of A Clockwork Orange in how intimate it lets you get to this violent man while never pretending he is someone to be glamorized or imitated.

SIMON (DIR. MARSHALL BRICKMAN, 1980)

How do I even describe Simon? Alan Arkin is brainwashed by a group of overpaid intellectuals into believing he is descended from an alien toaster. Then he gets a messiah complex and starts gathering disciples as he rails against television, condiment packets, and muzak. It’s a little uneven at times, sure, but the satire is really inspired. The whole thing is like a combination of Mel Brooks, Stanley Kubrick, and Woody Allen’s styles, and it is quite hilarious for those who thrive on cult oddities.

PEEPING TOM (DIR. MICHAEL POWELL, 1960)

Though it came out the same year as Hitchcock’s Psycho and has been nearly as influential for horror cinema, Peeping Tom remains underseen by everyone save for film theorists. And what a shame that is, because this movie is more frightening than Psycho. Sure, that may be because Psycho is so predominant in popular culture and just so influential that it no longer has the same shock value, but there’s something about Peeping Tom that gets under my skin, something sad, even disgusting. I felt dirty after watching it-- and this is 2019!

MIDNIGHT MARY (DIR. WILLIAM WELLMAN, 1933)

Loretta Young got one of her juiciest roles in this pre-code crime drama. Her Mary Martin is more than just a good girl forced into criminal circles-- she’s a complicated creature, compassionate and desperate and lonely and bitter and sensual all at once. This movie is a fast-paced, beautifully filmed ride, cloaked in that Depression-era cynicism that makes pre-code Hollywood of such interest to movie geeks the world over.

WILD BOYS OF THE ROAD (DIR. WILLIAM WELLMAN, 1933)

Wild Boys of the Road is a quintessential Depression-era movie, relentless in its bleakness and rage. That the main characters are all starving kids only looking for work makes their struggles all the harder to watch. William Wellman is quickly becoming one of my favorite directors: his gritty style and compact storytelling are just perfect for a ripped-from-the-headlines drama such as this. And the “happy” ending has one little moment that just knocks any smile you have right off your mug. Absolutely see this.

THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING, THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING (DIR. NORMAN JEWISON, 1966)

Sometimes, when you watch a movie only because a favorite actor is in it, you get subjected to pure trash like Free and Easy (oh, the things I do for Buster Keaton). Other times, you get cute gems like The Russians are Coming, The Russians are Coming, which, as you probably guessed, I mainly sought out for Alan Arkin. But the whole movie is hilarious, the best kind of farce comedy, populated by enjoyable characters and a sweet-tempered humanism that grounds the wackiness. While a little overlong, this movie is quite underrated-- and sadly, its satire of American xenophobia and Cold War panic is not as dated as we would like to believe.

ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MEN (DIR. ALAN J. PAKULA, 1976)

Who knew a political thriller where most people know the twist could be so intense and riveting? It’s about as nonsensical as feeling suspense when you watch a movie about the Titanic and hope the boat won’t sink-- but damn, it’s magical. All the President’s Men is real white-knuckle stuff, with Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman projecting both youthful excitement and deep panic as they proceed with their investigation. It scarcely seems to have aged at all.

WHISPER OF THE HEART (DIR. YOSHIFUMI KONDOU, 1995)

There’s a scene near the end of Whisper of the Heart where the protagonist Shizuku shows the finished first draft of her fantasy novel to her first reader, the grandpa of one of her schoolmates. She weeps because it isn’t the perfect image she had in her head, despite how hard she worked on it, but the old man tells her that it takes polishing and discipline to make the work come to its full potential. Few movies about artists are so honest about how hard it can be, how unsupportive others can be in their demand that everyone be “practical.” As a writer who struggles to create and constantly doubts herself, this movie spoke strongly to me. I recommend it to any creative person.

THE PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE (DIR. BRIAN DE PALMA, 1976)

I’d been wanting to see this movie since my high school phan days. Holy crap, is it WEIRDER than I could have ever imagined, a true camp masterpiece. I’m shocked it was never tuned into a stage show actually, but then again, we would miss those trippy camera angles and we wouldn’t have Paul Williams as one of the greatest villains of all time.

DUEL (DIR. STEVEN SPIELBERG, 1971)

When people talk about the best movies made in the “Hitchcock without Hitchcock directing” tradition, why is Duel so seldom mentioned? The scene in the cafe, packed with paranoid tension and tense camerawork, alone should qualify it. Duel is most known as the movie which put the young Steven Spielberg on the map. It’s quite different from his later work, grittier and less whimsical for sure. Even the ending seems almost nihilistic, depending on how you view it. But damn, if it isn’t fine filmmaking.

CAROL (DIR. TODD HAYNES, 2015)

This gorgeous throwback to Douglas Sirk melodramas is also one of the best romantic movies I’ve seen in a while. Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara have the sweetest, tenderest chemistry-- it was like seeing Lauren Bacall and Audrey Hepburn as love interests in a film. Unlike Sirk, there is little in the way of ripe melodrama here-- everything is underplayed, aching, mature. And I can say this is an adaptation that is better than the source book: it just feels so much warmer.

12 ANGRY MEN (DIR. SIDNEY LUMET, 1957

All I can say is that this was every bit equal to the hype. Common movie wisdom says people sitting and talking in a room is going to be boring on film, but movies like 12 Angry Men prove this is not so when you’ve got an excellently tense atmosphere, an inspired script, and a stable of fine actors to work with. Like The Russians are Coming, the Russians are Coming, this movie has not significantly aged-- much to society’s discredit.

A STAR IS BORN (DIR. GEORGE CUKOR, 1954)

Another movie I went into not expecting to love as much as I did. When movies from the 20s or 30s tended to get remakes in the 1950s, I always find them too garish and big, victims of glossy Cinemascope and overlong runtimes. Compared to the lean 1937 classic original, I expected sheer indulgence from this three-hour remake. Instead, I got my heart torn out all over again-- the longer runtime is used well, fleshing out the characters to a greater degree. Judy Garland and James Mason both give what might be the best efforts of their respective careers, and the satire of the celebrity machine remains as relevant and scathing as ever.

BLANCANIEVES (DIR. PABLO BERGER, 2012)

Oh, it feels like this movie was made for me specifically. It’s shot in gorgeous, expressionistic black-and-white. It’s set in the 1920s. It’s a clever adaptation of a classic fairy tale. It’s as funny and charming as it is bittersweet and macabre. Instead of more superhero movies, can we get more neo-silent movies like this? PLEASE?

THE FAVOURITE (DIR. YORGOS LANTHIMOS, 2018)

I’ve heard The Favourite described as a “bitchy lesbian Shakespeare play,” but this description, while a little true in terms of general tone, does not get to the heart of what makes this film brilliant. More than love or sex, this movie is about power-- particularly the corrupting influence of power. And it corrupts not only morals but love itself. Innocents become Machiavellian schemers. Lovers become sadomasochistic enemies. Good intentions turn to poison. This certainly isn’t a happy movie, but it is moving and, strangely enough, also hilarious. I was reminded of the chilly, satirical world of Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon more than once-- and for me, that is not a bad movie to be reminded of.

ON THE WATERFRONT (DIR. ELIA KAZAN, 1954)

Another classic that’s been on my list forever that I was delighted to find worthy of its reputation. It’s a classic tale of redemption and social justice, perfectly acted and shot. While I still prefer A Streetcar Named Desire as far as Kazan is concerned, this might be a better movie in the objective sense. Actually, more than even Brando, Karl Malden is the acting highlight for me-- he plays a priest torn between staying silent or truly speaking for the Gospel by demanding justice for the poor parish he serves. Just brilliant work.

KLUTE (DIR. ALAN J. PAKULA, 1971)

A perfect thriller, just about, and a great example of the “NYC is hell on earth” subgenre of the 1960s and 1970s. Jane Fonda is a revelation: she feels so real, not at all like a starlet trying to seem normal if you know what I mean.

KISS KISS BANG BANG (DIR. SHANE BLACK, 2005)

As far as subversive noir goes, this is the most entertaining. I would put it up there with The Big Lebowski as far as goofy takes on Raymond Chandler are concerned-- I don’t even really know what to make of it, but I laughed my ass off anytime I wasn’t going “WHAT???”

What were your favorite film discoveries in 2019?

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