#del shepherd

[elejahfanfic]

Fides Cordis |

Del Shepherd_

_Lt. Malcom Reed

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@darknightfrombeyond

[newwavesylviaplath]

the last picture show (1971) dir. peter bogdanovich

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Blue Banisters Stimboard

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Reseña: Rubí de Kerstin Gier (2009)

No tengan miedo que los seudocientíficos obsesionados con el esoterismo y los fanáticos manipuladores de secretos no muerden.

Géneros: Novela, fantasía y ciencia ficción

Argumento:

Gwendolyn Sheperd, una estudiante de 16 años, pertenece a una familia noble y rica, a través de la cual se transmite un gen que le permite viajar en el tiempo. La adolescente espera con ansia el primer salto en el tiempo de su perfecta prima Charlotte, que ha heredado el gen. Pero tras experimentar dos saltos incontrolados a través del tiempo, su mejor amiga Leslie la convence para contárselo a su madre que la lleva a una organización secreta, llamada la logia del Conde de Saint Germain, y le explica que son los únicos que le pueden ayudar con los saltos del tiempo no controlados. Allí Gwendolyn es reconocida como la duodécima y última viajera del tiempo, el Rubí.

Tras registrar su sangre en el cronógrafo, máquina que permite controlar los viajes en el tiempo, conoce a Gideon de Villiers, también heredero del gen, que se convierte en su compañero de viajes.

Al día siguiente, Gwendolyn se entera de que su prima, Lucy y su compañero de viaje en el tiempo, Paul de Villiers, robaron el primer cronógrafo y se lo llevaron al pasado, por lo que ahora vuelven a necesitar la sangre de todos los viajeros en el tiempo para el segundo cronógrafo.

Con más preguntas que respuestas y con toda la logia desconfiando de ella Gwendolyn trata de entender el porque Paul y Lucy se robaron el cronógrafo, cual es la magia del cuervo, que quiere el conde, entre otras muchas preguntas.

Reseña:

Advertencia: comparo mucho el libro con la adaptación, la cual recomiendo.

Primero dire que amo que nos mostraran mas de la relación entre Paul y Lucy. Prefiero a Paul antes que a Gideon aunque no nos mostraran tanto de Paul.

Siento que aca Gwen y Gideon son más enemies to lovers que en las peliculas, aunque nunca me parecieron enemigos, solo que a Gideon no le caía bien Gwen al principio pero todos dicen que nos enemies por alguna razon que me perdí.

Ame que la autora se haya inventado libros para marcar los finales de capitulo con textos explicando cosas referente a los viajeros de esos libros.

Hay cliches como en todo pero no son tan molestos, porque además la mayoría de cliches pasa en la escuela donde no se desarrolla ni un cuarto del libro y no en todas las escenas en la escuela aparecen.

La relación de amistad de Gwen y Leslie es muy bonita y real.

Me hubiera gustado que participara mas la familia, mas interacciones con los hermano, la madre mas pendiente y cosas así que muestren mas contención familiar para variar.

Otra cosa que me gusta es que mencionan más información de los viajes en el tiempo ya que yo como friki agradezco saberlo TODO.

Hay cosas que no envejecieron bien como Gordon diciéndole marica a todos y la Mean Girl baboseándose por un profe de forma turbia pero todo con mente abierta se resuelve.

Hay muchas cosas que comparte con la peli, mas que nada algunas frases, y es mas graciosa que la peli pero no me gusta mas que la misma, quizás si hubiera sido ilustrada y pudiera ver los lugares, vestuarios y personajes y ya que están los viajes en el tiempo quedaría mejor una imagen del escenario en la época.

Calificación: 🌟🌟🌟🌟

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[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

Currently Watching

BRONCO BULLFROG Barney Platts-Mills UK, 1970

[gatutor]

Duilio Del Petre-Cybill Shepherd-Barry Brown "Una señorita rebelde" (Daisy Miller) 1974, de Peter Bogdanovich.

[genevieveetguy]

. I'm a terrible, frightful flirt. Did you ever hear of a nice girl that wasn't? But now I guess you'll tell me I'm not a nice girl.

Daisy Miller, Peter Bogdanovich (1974)

[420angelica]

Pia🫶🏻

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La adoración de los pastores

by Antonio van de Pere (Castilian, 1618 – 1688) oil on canvas (131 × 185 cm), 1678

Museo del Prado

[useless-catalanfacts]

Bordes in the mountains of Àreu, High Pyrenees, Catalonia.

Bordes are traditional buildings from the Catalan Pyrenee mountains that were built by the shepherds as a shelter. They built the bordes in strategic places of the mountain related to the routes they took the livestock to graze in, and could also used them to store tools.

Photo: Bordes del Pirineu.

[elejahfanfic]

Fides Cordis |

_Del Shepherd

Lt. Malcom Reed_

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@darknightfrombeyond

[pmamtraveller]

GALATEA /1896/ by GUSTAVE MOREAU

This artwork shows a scene from Ovid's Metamorphoses where the cyclops, Polyphemus, experiences one-sided love for the Nereid sea nymph, Galatea. Galatea loves the shepherd Acis instead, and he is unattainable to her. Galatea lies on a seaweed-covered bed with the two figures encircled by underwater blooming plants.

The tale recounts, "Here is a terrible giant who loves a beautiful nymph." The contrast between the light complexion of Galatea's lying figure, symbolizing how out of reach she is, and the dark hues of desolate Polyphemus, who melds into the backdrop, is striking

The piece highlights the contrast between attractiveness and unattractiveness, brightness, and darkness. The luminous body of Galatea enhances her ethereal beauty. Moreau's precise focus on nature is evident in the complex features of the nearby underwater flora and coral, influenced by his research in marine botany.

This is the second piece Moreau did of this subject, the first being an oil on wood painting from 1880. Moreau was very fond of this myth and had two photographs of works by other artists depicting this same subject hanging in his living room. These include Raphael’s “Triumph of Galatea” and Sebastiano del Piombo’s “Polyphemus”.

[c0wb0yenthusiast]

Sun, sand and Graves

Phillip Graves x Fem!reader!

Summary : due to unexpected circumstances, you find yourself trapped in a sunny paradise with your colleague and begin to learn what he’s like outside of work.

Word count : 1.7k

A/N : Hey everybody! If this gets enough attention then I plan to make a part 2! Yearning part 3 will also begin to be made soon. I just wanna say I’m sorry for being so busy 😭 I hope this will help me get back into my writing schedule. All I can say now is I hope you enjoy the fic!

Never in a million years could you have thought of this scenario. You couldn’t picture you and your superior, Phillip Graves, curled up underneath an umbrella as you tried to find the most comfortable dips in the sand to rest each limb.

Never.

Although, it wasn't like you wanted to be here. Sure, the breeze blew gently onto your skin as the waves rolled up and down the shoreline lazily and it was definitely the most relaxing moment of your life.

Yet you couldn’t settle completely knowing why you were stuck in this sunny paradise.

"They what?", you remember looking up from the folder handed to you to meet his eyes .

To your surprise, they were glistening with ambition.

"Think of it as a happy little accident, doll.", he smiled, now taking it back from your hands and tossing it aside as he was clearly dealing with more important issues.

“We've got a couple of days to spend here, so why not make the most of it?"

"That is so unprofessional."

You couldn’t help it, after so many years of training and constant work you’d become a stickler to your usual schedule. You would’ve thought Graves would be the same.

"Well, you won't be telling Shepherd or those others now, will you?", Graves lowered his voice, leaning in slightly.

"I don't think you're giving me a choice here." you rolled your eyes playfully, turning on your heel to exit the safe house and find anything that was suitable for the weather.

-

Looking out onto the water from your towel, it was therapeutic.

Until you heard him shuffling in his spot right next to you.

"... Do you mind?"

"Not at all.", he let out a chuckle, looking up at you through his aviators.

Graves was only wearing shorts, propping himself up on his elbows to 'catch a tan' as he called it.

It felt unprofessional, but it didn't stop you from stealing glances at him every now and then.

"So... You go to the beach often?"

You turned to look at him, raising a brow at his sudden urge to talk to you after working under him for years.

"Yeah.. Every summer when I'm off of work."

"Nice, nice.. You go with friends or family?"

"Uhm.. Both? Not at the same time-"

You paused.

"Are you bored? Is that why you’re interrogating me?”

"What? Now why would you say that?”, he now sat up, staring at you with a pointed look.

"Why don't you go flirt with the locals? I'm busy.", you urged, fighting the temptation to shove him onto his feet and away from your solace.

"Because we should stay together."

You cocked a brow at his behaviour, "I'm sure you won't get lost in the crowd, it's not like I'm going anywhere.”

"Well then I'm not going anywhere either.", he announced indignantly.

"You're not really acting like my superior right now."

Laying back down onto your towel, you crossed your arms over your waist and tried to day dream. Anything that didn’t involve the man in front of you.

"I have a life when I'm not your superior, you know.", he was looking down at you from his awkward, sudden crouch.

A large grin was plastered on his face.

“Look, why don't we just get a drink? Cool down, relax and enjoy our time."

“Fine.”

You got up and sighed at your situation.

You never thought you would be standing on the beach, dressed in a bikini about to order possibly alcoholic beverages with your commander.

After slipping off the robe you'd been wearing, the breeze hit your stomach and upper thighs gently and you relaxed at the cool sensation.

"You done daydreaming over there?", he tilted his head, gesturing for you to follow him.

You groaned, holding onto your sunhat as the breeze attempted to blow if off of your head while you hurried along to catch up to his confident strides.

Graves stopped by the bar, leaning across the table and waiting with a smile for the bartender. Once they approached, he cleared his throat.

"Right.. Err, you speak English?", he clocked a brow at the bartender who nodded, clearly unimpressed.

"Can I get two of whatevers strongest?"

"Phillip?", you put a hand on his shoulder, making him suddenly turn and look up at you.

"Hm?"

He didn’t seem phased from your touch which was odd. The two of you didn’t interact like this very often.

"I'll just have a beer and I think you should too."

He sighed, looking back at the bartender still drying a glass.

"Can I just get two beers, please? Thanks."

"You see? Let's have something normal before we start seeing stars or something.", you laughed and took your bottle of beer.

“Sure- thank you!” He called to the bartender as he slid over some cash and walked beside you.

“I can’t wait to get this over with.”

“Why? This is a one in a lifetime opportunity.”

“It’s.. weird.”

You shrugged, sitting back down onto your towel and taking swigs of your beer every now and then.

He lowered himself down beside you, squatting as he looked around like a child in a candy store.

This must be paradise for him. Sun, sea and beautiful women everywhere you turned. Men are so typical.

“You’ll get over the feeling soon. Believe me, I’ve only had this happen once before and it wasn’t even that close to this.”

The two of you sat for awhile, making idle conversation in bits and pieces that were initiated by him. You were too busy listening to the waves crash against the nearby rocks. Graves took the hint and left you alone.

-

The door clicked shut and you both seemed to loosen up as you entered the safe house. It had been such a calm day that your senses were heightened; you were still tense and cautious deep down.

“Fun day, hm?” He smiled at you, instantly pulling off the vest he’d lazily put on before leaving the beach.

He walked over to his bed, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his toned back.

You didn’t want your eyes to travel. This wasn’t a holiday or some sort of fantasy.

They still managed to scan his broad shoulders and structured muscles, savouring every scar or imperfection scattered across his skin.

“I’m going to have a shower.” You blurted out, hastily making your escape before you started to examine the waistband of his shorts.

You shut the door behind you, locking it and turning the water on. It was loud and a good enough distraction for at least a second until you were getting flashes of the slight scar that traced his waist bone and curved around to his back.

It had only been a day and you were becoming an animal.

What was going on?

Stripping down quickly, you almost jumped into the welcoming stream of water. It felt good to wash all of the sand and sweat off.

Your hands trailed over your body, which prompted you to think about Graves. You hand on his shoulder.

He was firm, possessing a sense of solidity which made sense as your commander.

But as a man, it just made you feel weak in the knees.

You wondered how his hands felt. Maybe they were rough, calloused from work. Maybe they were cold; his fingertips spreading shivers across your skin as they tried to figure out any sensitive spots.

As you scrubbed gently over your skin, a sudden knock sent your arms crossed over your chest.

“What?!”, you called, a little angry for the interruption.

“How long? I need to shower too, you know.”

“When I’m finished!”

You huffed to yourself, now massaging soap into your hair. You really were losing it.

He still didn’t have the right to interrupt you though, it was getting good.

Sighing, you continued developing this daydream while you washed your hair.

You sometimes saw him ruffle some of his shadows’ hair in a show of appreciation. It was cute.

Now, you tried to envision his hands knotting through your hair. Fingers tangling around strands which sent shoots of pain to your scalp. Pain mixed with pleasure.

You rinsed your hair out, movement becoming much more sharper. You stopped when some small strands were pulled out and you shook them off, stopping the shower.

It was your warning to yourself to keep these thoughts private. Possibly just keep them as daydreams in the shower to stop you from feeling lonely. Sometimes work was tough, you deserved the break.

Even if that meant imagining getting intimate with your colleague.

It’s fine, it’s not like he’d ever find out.

As you wrapped as towel around your body, you unlocked the door to find him standing outside with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re awfully impatient.” You commented, smirking a little at his glare.

“Sure, but I know you’d do the same.” He grinned back, poking your chest and immediately darting into the bathroom. The door clicked shut and you were left alone.

Did he just… poke you?

A tentative hand brushed over the spot that had just been touched.

It’s nothing. He probably didn’t think before acting.

You turn away and begin to put on some pajamas for the night. Soft and skimpy - a pair of thin, cotton shorts and a vest which hung loosely on your figure.

It was now the late afternoon.

Graves had finished his shower and you wanted to glue your face to your palms to prevent your eyes from gazing at his hips or happy trail. It was blonde.

You only knew that because his hair was blonde. Nothing more.

“You don’t fancy going out tonight?”

Your brows furrowed. That was out of line.

“I’m getting rest. Something that is rare when working for the Shadow corporation.”

You rolled on your side and now shuffled in your bed, trying to get comfortable.

“Hit a nerve there…” he sighed, sitting opposite you on his bed before continuing.

“Well, you can’t be tired already.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Alright, alright… I’ll leave you be.”, Graves pulled himself up, walking over to the little desk situated in the room. He fell back into the chair and whistled.

He was bored and you knew it.

You shot up from your bed, glaring at him.

He won this time.

“Fine! We can go out. Let me get changed…” you muttered, snatching your clothes and retreating to the bathroom after your bitter defeat.

He may or may not have whistled a celebratory tune as you passed by.

[astral-circuitry]

i really really liked the lil digital care package idea from @boombox-fuckboy, so here, have some lil recs and goodies from me !!

here is a link to a google drive folder. in there you'll find pdfs of:

Different Seasons by Stephen King, a short story collection feat. Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption as well as The Body and one of my all-time fav Kings

The Book of Lists - Horror by Amy Wallace, Del Howison and Scott Bradley, a collection of recommendations and little fun facts, all to do with the horror genre across different types of media and with contributions of various horror authors, directors, etc

Do Zombies Dream Of Undead Sheep by Timothy Verstynen and Bradley Voytek, a book about the neuroscience of zombie brains; fiction, obviously, but the two authors approach the funny concept with such a genuine, deep appreciation for neuroscience and its implications re: Every Dead/Sick Person We Study Is Somebody's Friend/Family; it's a great and entertaining read

Three Bags Full by Leonie Swann; a sheep detective story in which a flock of sheep investigate the murder of their shepherd

A Brief History of the Countryside in 100 Objects by Sally Coulthard, a non-fiction book about rural Britain explored via one hundred specific objects one can find while driving along the countryside

Life in the Machine, a 2 person mecha ttrpg by KiennaS

adrift in the station revenants, a 2 person mecha ttrpg by Caro Asercion

four ways to die in the future, a very quiet collection of four science fiction ttrpgs about death for no/one/two/three to six players depending on which game by P. H. Lee

games and podcasts:

poki.com - a website full of fun and chill lil mini games, including ones where you can rescue gold fishies by pulling out bars obstructing the way, you know, like in those annoying fake mobile game ads

Moida Mansion, a free horror-ish web game on itch.io

Friends at the Table, an actual play podcast with an insanely long backlog, which will thrill you if you get into it but might be overwhelming, so my rec for something rather short and sweet: start with Bluff City, available here on their website and here on youtube

Zero Hours, a podcast telling different stories about endings, and, more specifically, ends of (the) world(s) at different points throughout time, brought to you by the people behind Wolf 359

while we're at it: Wolf 359, a science fiction podcast about alien life, plant monsters and dysfunctional people, just in case you don't know it yet

Among the Stars and Bones, another science fiction podcast about xenoarcheologists researching alien ruins

I Only Listen to the Mountain Goats, a podcast where Joseph Fink, one of the people behind Welcome to Night Vale, and John Darnielle from tmg talk about art, life, cute animals, and, of course, music

Media Club Plus, a media analysis podcast made by some of the people of Friends at the Table. the first season introduces Jack to HunterxHunter, but there are a few bonus episodes focusing on other anime

last but not least, here is a great site for tv shows and movies, and if you're looking for anime/manga, go here, because the "never ever share your 🏴‍☠️ links!!!!!!" people are Wrong, and also you should download whatever you want whenever you can so you have it Forever

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-Gwen: ¿Quiénes son los De Villiers? -Maddy: … Un montón de engreídos insoportables, todos abogados y banqueros.

Libro: Rubí - Kerstin Gier - Cap 2