#fort Fitzgerald

[justarandomidiot1]

James Riley Appreciation Week!

Free Day!

happy pride month!

based on this and this

[lanihaluki]

Deleting my dating apps because I want to meet someone the old fashioned way (i meet this depressed human kid one day at stonehenge and learn he’ll be my first friend in the future but not really because im gonna be manipulating him and his friends the whole time so i can get my long lost family back and we can rule over all humanity together (yay!!!), but later end up going to two diff schools for magic and accidentally caring about him despite me being a human hater bc humans destroyed atlantis, only for him to ask me for help to destroy magic and i realize how evil my family really is and that everything they told me my whole life was a lie)

[philoursmars]

Marseille, il y a maintenant 3 semaines. Il y avait au MuCEM, côté Fort Saint-Jean une autre expo "Trophées et Reliques" :

Johanna Cartier : "Brilliante"

Laurent Perbos : "Ballon²"

ballon de commémoration de la victoire à la Ligue des Champions OM-AC Milan 1993

boule de bowling de John Fitzgerald Kennedy ; gant de Cassius Clay; chaussure de foot de Beckenbauer ; bombe d'équitation de Lady Diana; ballon de foot de Pelé; bonnet d'aviateur de Saint-Exupéry

ballons de rugby - 1930 ; à droite XIX-XXe s.

gants de boxe d'entraînement de Marcel Cerdan - 1944

[earth-1218designate]

Damn FWB was so dope :

Had to cop this at TBS Comics. Found out when I put this up that all my comics have gotten water-logged with all the tropical weather all over the South.

Might have the toss my collection. Ruminating on it. Either way, I just know I miss FWB like a muthaphukka already.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

*deep, tired beowulf scholar sigh*

I know he has a big dick

several dozen loud drunk vikings and one very ostentatious big shiny meadhall made the size of his "manhood" VERY clear to everyone about 1500 years ago

I know Garth has a big dick ok

(still not over the fact that it took me OVER THREE YEARS of Spn Beowulf analysis to realize that the half-angel, half-old-norse-werewolf leader and strategist of the hunter community, whose name literally translates to "Guarded Fort, Son of the Spear King*" is Hrothgar. also his name is Garth and he's literally half-norse half-christian it is so, so stupid that I didn't notice this)

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Sleeping in the mansion somewhere else, beside your room, can be a lottery.

You could wake up to...

🐯 Atsushi, in his tiger form, curled around you.

📒 Kunikida, mumbling about being irresponsible sleeper, while tucking you in.

🩺 Yosano taking care of your nails, giving you a hand massage.

🌨️ Junchirou using his ability, making you think, that you are sleeping in a cloud.

👩🏻 Naomi, preparing you a cup of your favorite beverage.

🍵 Kirako gushing over cat videos.

🛏️ Katai, putting his futon around you.

🐄 Kenji carrying you to your room.

�� Kyouka, offering you crêpes.

🕵🏻 Ranpo using you as a table for his snacks and a cuddle-pillow at the same time.

👘🗡️ Fukuzawa playing with your hands.

🦀🪢 Dazai plopping down on you, wanting cuddles.

💉 Mori, trying to take your measurements for your new piece of clothes.

🍷 Chuuya hugging you, while complaining to Dazai at the same time.

🌂 Kouyou quietly reading to herself.

🇫🇷 Verlaine letting you use his lap as a pillow.

🎧 Rimbaud using his ability to make sure you stay in a safe and quiet place.

🚩 Flags having a competition, of who can put the most blankets on top of you.

🧥 Akutagawa guarding you. And trying to put your hand on top of his head and get pets.

🔫 Higuchi trying to put accessories on you.

🚬 Hirotsu quietly talking about last big news.

🔪 Gin planning your next together time with Ryunosuke and her.

🩹🧲 Tachihara trying to sneakily hug you.

🍰 Elise drawing you a picture.

💎 Karma quietly thanking you for being the reason why Fyodor spared him.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku building a pillow fort around you.

🍋 Kajii complaining to the fake scientific videos.

🍛 Oda petting your hair.

💰 Fitzgerald making another list of what to give you as a present.

🦝 Poe writing his next novel, with Karl snuggling with you.

🐋 Melville reading a newspaper.

🐙 Lovecraft making a hammock for you out of his tentacles.

🍇 Steinbeck watching a movie.

☕ In Annie's room, with Lucy discussing Atsushi with Annie.

🪶 Alcott leaving you a cup of coffee.

👒 Mitchell using her ability to make slight wind to keep air cool.

♊ Twain writing his book, discussing it with Huck and Tom.

✝️ Hawthorne going through library books and unintentionally making a book fort around you.

😷 Pushkin eating something, leaving an extra serving for you.

🫖 Goncharov making a whole meal for you.

🐀 Fyodor playing with your hair. Will always happen, if you sleep somewhere else, beside your room.

🦇 Bram trying to quietly ask you, how to use Internet.

🤡 Nikolai snuggling to you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

🃏 Sigma playing cards with himself.

⚔️ Fukuchi enjoying some alcohol.

👧👩👵 Teruko, giving commands to other Hunting Dogs, then putting a blanket over you, as an apology for waking you up.

💧 Jounou using you as a pillow.

🌸 Tetchou trying to feed you, while you are still sleepy. Will cuddle with you as an apology.

⛩️ Taneda playing checkers against himself.

💻 Ango doing some work and downloading something for you to watch/play.

🥷 Tsujimura writing a review about last spy movie she saw.

🕶️ Ayatsuji and his cats snuggling to you.

👻 Mushitarou mumbling about Ranpo and not letting him using you s a snack table.

⌚ André Gide silently guarding the room you are in.

🐉🍎🍏 Shibusawa making a catalog of his ability collection from the basement.

🐈‍⬛ Natsume snuggling with you in a cat form.

🤖 Adam monitoring your breathing and heart rate.

👧🏻 Aya reading mystery novels and trying to guess who is guilty.

🚸 Kousuke, Yuu, Katsumi, Shinji and Sakura playing.

🐅 BEAST! Atsushi, in a tiger form, chuffing and rubbing his head against you.

🥋BEAST! Akutagawa glaring at everyone, who dares to came near you.

🕴️BEAST! Gin doing paperwork.

📖 BEAST! Oda writing his novel.

📝 BEAST! Dazai is trying to plop on you and cuddle before OG! Dazai can.

⛓️ BEAST! Chuuya carrying to your room.

🧑‍⚕️BEAST! Mori trying to keep others far from the room, trying to let you sleep in peace.

👩‍⚕️BEAST! Elise playing with Oda kids.

🌨️👿 BEAST! Kuyoka guarding the room, while staying in the corner.

[deancasbigbang]

Arms Around His Angel

Author: blackhorsedances

Artist: stonelions

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Gabriel/Kali. Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters; Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum. Past Dean and Lee Webb; Past Dean and Lisa Braeden; Past Dean and Benny LaFitte. Sam Winchester/Jess Winchester.

Length: 45831

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe. Inventor Castiel, Rancher Dean Winchester. Top Cas/Bottom Dean. Angst. Miscommunication. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Fluff. Happy Ending.

Summary: “What’s Jack doing, Sam? Garth says he and Honeybee are out most days from breakfast until well after lunch. Jody says he packs peanut butter and banana sandwiches.” Sam shrugs. “He says he’s out visiting Mister Cas. I think he probably found the fort we built that one summer, and is holed up out there with sandwiches for his imaginary friends. Let it be, Dean. The heifers are out in the north pasture. The steers are in the east pasture. There’s nothing out by the fort to worry about.” “Snakes, Sam. There are snakes to worry about.” Sam looks at Dean across the kitchen island, and shakes his head, hair flopping over into his eyes. “You’re the one that told me that a mule will kill a snake faster than you can say ‘snake’, and I believe you because I’ve seen Honeybee do it. Let him be. Ben will be out of school in a couple of weeks, and he’ll be following Ben around like a puppy.” “Heh, you’re probably right.” Dean runs a hand down the back of his neck. “I know I am, Dean. You worry about all of us, but you worry too much. You can’t watch over everyone all of the time.”

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[wexhappyxfew]

very thought of you

(a/n): judy rybinski, my sweet sunshine child, you deserve the very best for all the emotion you hold in and try to hide. enjoy your dance with rosie rosenthal girl <3333

She found that nights after missions, the flying club was usually left pretty quiet.

Of course, there was soft jazz from the corner, a few people sat around talking quietly with one another, sharing drinks, or tired conversation, but it was never alive with life like it had been in the summer - when people had still been fairly filled with something more than life.

Judy sat at the table her and Bessie had occupied a few times when people would be on the dance floor, twisting and twirling one another like it was the night of their lives. She always would watch - the airmen with a lady from town or a nurse or a Clubmobile girl, the smiles on their faces, their giggles, the whispering and exchanging of jokes or conversation there in a tightly-held embrace.

She always wondered what that would be like - wrapped in the arms of someone, to dance with them, gaze into their eyes, and just for once, have it just be the two of them. Whoever that other person may be.

A few of the girls hadn't bothered to come tonight - some of the recent happenings were seemingly getting to everyone. With the fresh losses of Major Cleven, Major Egan, Brady, DeMarco, their crews and just about every other notable face they'd flown in here with, some people were doing better than others. Some just wanted to be left alone, others came to have a drink, make conversation, some sat and read or smoked or stared at the sky.

Judy had to get out of the barracks and be in some fresher air with some of the men - Dougie usually was always a good face to have around, Ev Blakely a comforting shoulder. Crosby was usually around, but he wasn't taking Bubbles' loss too well either. They seemed to all be picking up the pieces of what was lost. And it wasn't going entirely too well.

Judy sat with a Coca-Cola, straying a bit from the idea of a beer - she just couldn't enjoy the thought of a beer as she sat alone at a table, staring out towards an empty dance floor. The idea was almost haunting - enjoy beer, while Major Cleven and Major Egan were MIA or dead? The thought was almost too much.

So, she sat alone with her Coca-Cola and enjoyed the quiet hum of the music and the half-written letter to her siblings and parents back home in North Carolina and was content with that for the minute.

Leaning her head on her upbent arm against the table, she glanced towards the entrance and was surprised to see Lieutenant Rosenthal coming through the doorway, removing his peak cap, a small smile on his face, tired eyes wandering the group, before moving towards the bar. His fort had taken some pretty hard hits after the mission today - the first back from R&R, which had been quite enjoyable as it was just his crew and Silver Bullets. The few conversations they'd had there hadn't been much. Just in passing, or he'd offer her a wave if he was on the grounds. But he'd been in another world it seemed, his head in the sky, body on the ground.

And so now, seeing him after all their first missions back, she would've thought he'd be out with his fort or asleep.

Seeing him here, she smiled a bit.

Judy glanced back to the empty dance floor, a soft crooning Ella Fitzgerald song above her as she let the music take her a bit.

"I was beginning to wonder if any of the Silver Bullets were going to make it out tonight," she heard a voice say and she slowly glanced upward to find Lieutenant Rosenthal there, a Coca-Cola in his own hand and a smile on his face, "mind if I join you?" Judy froze for a moment, her brain rewiring it felt, before she nodded and sat up a bit.

"Of course, sir." she said, "Please." She nodded to the other seat at the table and he sent her a quiet gaze, before settling down in the chair and turning his head her way.

"You doing okay?" he asked her, "I've been meaning to check in on Annie, but….." Judy watched him for a moment, his comforting eyes something that drew her in that very instance and it made her feel like she could say anything in her mind, right to him and he'd understand.

"I'm okay," Judy said quietly, "just….had to take time out of the barracks. Lieutenant Bradshaw's…..she's….." Judy's words trailed off in a pathetic attempt to cover up what Annie was really feeling. The dark circles under her eyes, the sleepless nights, the night-wandering, the mornings they'd find Annie outside, sat on the step, out-cold from exhaustion.

"It's okay," Rosenthal said, "I'll talk to her later. I know people aren't feeling the best in the past few weeks. What about you?" Judy looked to him and offered an impromptu smile his way.

"Alright, sir." Judy said, and then nodded, "Best I can. I guess you could say, I'm trying to keep going, keep smiling….for the others." Rosenthal smiled and lightly tilted his head toward her.

"I think that'll be good for everyone in the long run," he told her, but then leaned against the table and lowered his voice, "but, truly, you don't have to do that for me." Judy stared at him, her heart pounding, her emotion building somewhere in her head, behind her eyes and she saw that look on his face and knew that things were coming to a head.

"You okay?" he asked her quietly, and that's when her eyes welled with tears.

There was something about people like Major Cleven, Major Egan, Captain Faulkner, Lieutenant Bradshaw and now…Lieutenant Rosenthal. They were people Judy trusted with her life, because they were all some of the best leaders the 100th would ever see in her mind. And they were people that cared about their group, their men, their fort, people that wanted the best and would lead the best they could for the bettering of the group.

And usually, they could manage to get Judy's water-works going.

Because they saw her in a way others didn't. They cared. She put up her walls, put on the smile, and continued like that. Day in and day out. And without fail, those walls would get battered and bruised, and she'd be standing behind it, barely keeping it up, tears in her eyes, limbs shaking. And that's how she was right now - like Lieutenant Rosenthal could see right through to her.

Judy watched him with tears in her eyes. Then, she watched his hand slowly reach forward and grasp one of her own, lazily laid upon the table, his larger hand encasing her own in a warm, consoling embrace. She sniffled and watched through blurred eyes as his thumb gently brushed against her rough skin - between the gloves and the machinery in the ball turret, her hands had seemingly taken the brunt of it all.

Yet, his touch was present and there and grounding her in a way in that very moment that nothing else seemed to be. She wished she was stronger than this sometimes. But maybe she'd been strong for too long. Something in her head told her this didn't mean anything - his touch, him looking at her like that - but then the tiny voice in her head said something else, something deeper. That it meant everything.

"Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and producing a handkerchief.

"Thank you, sir," she said, taking it, through a rather tearful admission of thanks and he smiled at her and grasped her hand a bit tighter.

"No need to thank me," he said, "and….it's just Robert…or Rosie. You don't need to call me sir." She stared at him, and then managed a slight smile and nodded. She wiped at her eyes and then let out a weak sigh and looked to him. He watched her tentatively as she tightly grasped the handkerchief, and stared at their hands there on the table.

It was quiet for a few moments, him staring at her, Judy looking at their hands, a quiet reprieve settled between the two, the two of them letting the other take a moment to just be. 'The Very Thought of You' by Billie Holiday slowly moved through the quiet bubble of noise above them and she glanced towards Rosie who was sat quietly, staring now at their hands, his frame more relaxed, more silent, but still there.

"Hey, Rosie?" she asked him quietly - he looked up at her and offered a small smile.

"What's up?"

"Do you want to dance?" she asked him - it came out quicker than she had wanted, and sounded a bit more like a jumble of words, and she could feel a bit of a flush crawling up her neck. But then Rosie smiled.

"I'd love to," he said, "here." He slowly stood, taking her hand and came around the table, before taking her other hand and pulling her to her feet. For a moment, they watched one another, before he backed towards the open dance floor, Billie Holiday's voice soft and nostalgic over the speakers, as they stood in the center of the floor.

And slowly, Rosie's hands traveled to her waist, his other hand lacing into her own, as he brought her closer to him. Judy looked up into his eyes, his presence so close to her own - God, his aftershave was overwhelming every portion of her being by this point and she wasn't complaining. Judy could hardly get her arm around his neck and instead rested her hand on his arm and then looked up at him.

"I'm sorry for my sweaty hands." she said, the first thought to come to her mind. And Rosie let out a laugh, and shook his head and brought his lips to her ear.

"It's alright," he said quietly, "you ever dance before?" Judy's heart was racing at the sudden closeness and let out a shaky breath. She turned her head the slightest bit to his ear and licked her lips.

"Not like this." she whispered back. Rosie laughed, his warm breath on her shoulder as he slowly swayed them back and forth, taking the lead just as she would've wanted. This was unfamiliar territory to her, every bit of this. But it felt comfortable to be in his embrace, having his touch and presence so close to her own.

"Just follow my lead." he said quietly to her. She was so much shorter than him, it was almost comical - a ball-turret gunner and a pilot who was nearly a full head or two taller than her - she could barely keep on her tip-toes. But, he guided her softly in the middle of the floor, as the song continued, the two of them wrapped in each other's warmth there in the middle of the floor.

And as the song came to a close, Judy found her arms wrapping around his center, her chest pressed in his chest, her head turned into him, listening to the soft thrum of his heart, the gentle thump-thump-thump the comfort that kept her grounded there right now. His hand found its way to her back, the other lingering between her shoulder and the lower portion of her head.

She felt so comfortable curled against him, like she were able to hide from the world for a bit in the middle of this war. Smelling his cologne, feeling his hands holding her there against him, listening to his heart deep within his chest.

When the song had finished, and it melted into a Frank Sinatra piece - something Marianne would've appreciated - she found herself tightly bound in his embrace, not wanting to let go of this block of comfort she was now holding onto so tightly. And he seemed far from letting go, rubbing his hand up and down her back, pulling a few strands of her loose hair from her braids from the right side of her face and circling a thumb on the upper portion of her shoulder.

They stood there for a few moments, Judy simply soaking in this feeling - him standing there, her curled against him. Her eyes welled with tears when she seemed to come to it - this feeling. Being here with him. Rosie letting her just be like this. She was so tired, drained and worn down - everything about her had been exhausted to an extent where she was dumb. And Rosie's warmth seemed to be melting every bit of that about her.

"Thank you." Judy whispered just quietly enough for Rosie to hear her, "Thank you so much." Rosie chuckled, the soft rumble in his chest, making his heartbeat speed up a bit, which made her smile as he rubbed her back a bit more comfortingly than he had previously. She could tell he was smiling when he spoke.

"Didn't know you were a Billie Holiday fan." he said quietly, "I should've asked what you liked." Judy laughed slightly, blinking away some of the tears and leaned back a bit to look up at him and was met with his fully, rosy-cheeked face watching her, his eyes exuding nothing but what felt like…..damn-near love in her own eyes as he watched her.

"Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Doris Day…." she said quietly, "Ma's a big fan of them. What about you, though - heard you were an Artie Shaw type of guy - big band. Makes sense." Rosie let out a laugh that was music to her ears and nodded.

"Big Artie Shaw fan," he said, "guess stuff gets around." Judy laughed and nodded.

"Marianne knows a whole lot more than we credit her for." Judy said and Rosie smiled at her, this silent unspoken message between them saying a whole lot more than whatever words could bargain for - finding comfort in someone else who was going through this hellish war just like you were. It was something that you carried closer to you more than anything else.

Judy smiled up at him, and the quiet look on his face was something you couldn't replicate, this intense focus simply on her, watching her every move, concealing yet telling all at once. Her cheeks felt like they were completely flaming now as he watched her, but she couldn't look away from his gaze.

But then Judy, out of the pureness of her heart, stood to her tip-toes and pulled him into a hug, where his arms enveloped her and they held each other there for a moment in time. A hug meant a thousand words more than anything else in that moment.

[moonlight-prose]

didn't know u were doing an event !!!! I'm glad I just caught it.

I'm excited wait okay so I want from the prompt list f. Scott Fitzgerald (? Not sure if I wrote it right)

❛ you are afraid of being in love then? ❜

with Jake lockley 🤍✨

THE UNKNOWN

a/n: i remember asking if we could do a different one, but this prompt made me actually want to break a part jake lockley's psyche and dig into his brain. so i ran with what is basically a character analysis. as always i suck at answering requests on time so this is late, but i hope you enjoy it regardless.

summary: he didn't know what love meant when it was unconditional, when there was no strings or requirements that had to be met. he didn't know what to do with it. where to put it. but you'd show him.

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: jake lockley x reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, like so much angst, jake is afraid of falling, comfort to the highest degree, unedited and unbetad and probably a mess of words.

He wouldn't meet your eyes—his hands clamped together in his lap as he bowed his head. Conversations weren't his forte. None that lasted longer than a quick greeting, an exchange of information, and the odd joke here and there. He didn't know where to place the words, where the meaning was meant to land; the fear of doing it wrong turned out to be his biggest hindrance.

Yet for a man who wasn't afraid...the realization was jarring.

"Jake..."

He let out a breath, squeezing his eyes shut, before they met yours briefly. "I'm thinking cariño."

Steven would have been the better person for this, the easier choice to give you. He understood how to speak without needing a moment to think, the words flowing with a simplicity Jake and Marc never had. A part of him nearly relinquished control, ready to step out of the limelight for a moment, as Steven conveyed what he wanted to say.

But you weren't here for Steven Grant. You weren't sitting there, a button down shirt covering your once naked body, drinking a mug of atole he made at the drop of a hat, for anyone else other than him.

What is this?

The question that brought a wave of dread in his body. A question he'd considered himself over the months of seeing you. He knew those words would fall from your lips eventually—knew that it would only be a matter of time before you asked for more. He simply wished he had more time to figure it out.

What were you to him? What was he to you?

Suddenly the thought of providing answers felt worse than fighting in the suit. He wished he could vanish, busy himself with something, but your eyes were an insistent burn on his skin. One that he longed to keep in place. Jake more often than not felt cold on the inside, as if someone turned off the light to his heart. But when you looked at him...the flame sparked to life—roaring through his body with a happy contented hum.

"Permanent," he said into his mug, shifting in his seat as he tried to find solace in the truth.

Even the word felt strange coming off his tongue. It must have been a mistake, wrong in some way he couldn't discern yet. Only his heart kept his consistent steady beat, assured and welcome to the slight change in the path.

Forever. Till time runs out. And even as the universe caves in on itself...this will remain.

Your lips pulled up into a smile, eyes shining with a look he could now place. Each time you caught his gaze, each moment you wore that look he felt the confusion linger. The question of what it meant rising up his throat.

Now...he could see it. As if the clouds finally parted and the moonlight shone down around you.

"I wanted to tell you sooner," he began, voice wavering slightly. He hoped you didn't notice. You caught every bit of himself he tried to hide away. "I'm not good with...mierda...this isn't—"

The scrape of your chair being pushed back startled him—his gaze wide as he watched you slip closer. Until your legs were settled on either side of his hips and you sat in his lap. His mug was discarded on the table in favor of grasping your hips, the warmth of your body a need he relished in.

If he could bottle this feeling up, carry it with him, he wouldn't hesitate.

"You are afraid of being in love then?"

Jake Lockley refused to let you in on the secret—the truth he kept from Marc and Steven. The reality of his heart that unknowingly stopped beating for him long ago. He swore he couldn't feel the thump of it beneath his chest anymore. It was a belief he accepted, something he could cling to. But when he ran into you on a whim, stuck in a library because of Steven, he felt his heart start up again with a vigor that terrified him.

He wasn't afraid of loving you. He found it quite easy actually. As if breathing was second to this, to the way he held your hand during the day, and pulled you close at night.

No, loving you was the simplest thing he'd ever done in his life.

He was terrified of losing you.

Of waking up one day to find that every moment, every touch, every kiss...was a figment of his imagination. He was horrified by the thought that someday in the future, you wouldn't be here to save him from himself. You wouldn't stand by his side, take his hand in yours, and kiss the knuckles with a reverence that broke him in half.

One day...you might see him as a monster rather than the man you gave your heart to.

"Te amo," he murmured against your palm as you cupped his face, thumbs pressing into his cheekbones. "I'm not afraid of being in love with you cariño. 'S too late for that anyways."

You breathed a laugh and Jake felt the valves of his heart snap off. "Then what is it?"

"You might...not like what you see inside there." Lifting your hands, he pressed them to his head, your thumbs finding a spot along his temples. "I don't want to scare you."

Relief spilled into his chest at your smile—at the soft laugh that fell free. He looked at you as if you hung the moon, as if he didn't possess the powers of the god. Because somewhere in his mind, he believed that you were a gift, a promise that one day things would be okay. That he might find the same amount of love in someone else he couldn't find in himself.

"You couldn't scare me even if you tried Lockley." He dug his teeth into the skin of his cheek, the pain leveling him—distracting him from the sting of tears. "I know you too well already. All of you."

His heart stuttered, hands gripping your hips a bit tighter until pain bloomed beneath the skin. It didn't affect you - barely skimmed the surface of your mind—because he wasn't grasping onto you, he was reaching for the balance that'd been unearthed from his feet. He clung to the steady rock you became. The piece of himself he didn't know he'd been looking for.

"Stop being afraid," you breathed against his forehead. "I'm here to catch you."

A shaky breath left his lips, his arms wrapping around your waist as he dragged you closer. You were everything he longed for, all that he needed to breathe properly. You were his heart made real.

For the first time, he took the final step off that unknown cliff that sent fear curling around his spine. He let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and...fell.

[wist-eri]

hey where did this come from 🤨

I FINALLY FINISHED IT. phew. here’s an mock-up info page for haru allegro, my rain code OC!

might get into talking about her dynamics with the rest of the NDA and such later, but for now have this

official description under cut in case it’s hard to read:

Haru Allegro

Japanese VA: Sora Amamiya English VA: Allanah Fitzgerald

One of the Master Detectives dispatched to Kanai Ward. Her Forte is Soundproofing.

Despite being certified as a Master Detective by the World Detective Organization, she is more often recognized for her work as a contract advisor or an arbitrator. She is a versatile thinker and uses any information she gathers to her advantage, but at times she may be a bit dense and hold certain preconceptions that cloud her judgement.

Forensic Forte: Soundproofing The ability to block sound in a wide variety of spaces, as long as it is within a short distance from her.

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also here’s a transparent version of her splash ⬇️

i also wrote my voice claims for her! for her japanese voice i was mostly imagining sora amamiya’s role as akame in akame ga kiru (though a bit stronger with her diction). for english, literally i just listened to fitzyVA / allanah fitzgerald’s voice demo and i knew her medium/lower voice was perfect

[justarandomidiot1]

oh my god have i ever posted this on tumblr i don't think i have

revenge of magic fans come get your crumbs

based on this classic image

[lanihaluki]

stardew valley rom au my beloved

[maranelho-moved]

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the devil divine

part 2 of a Blair Waldorf playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Get What 'Cha Got And Go ~ Loretta Lynn

You think you're the greatest thing in this whole town Oh number one but everyone no one can put you down Every night you go downtown where the go-go's go

Pink Shoe Laces ~ Dodie Stevens

He takes me deep-sea fishing in a submarine We got to drive-in movies in a limousine He's got a whirly-birdy and a twelve-foot yacht Ah, but that's-a not all he's got Ae's got tan shoes with pink shoelaces A polka dot vest and man, oh, man

Fever ~ Peggy Lee

When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight Fever! In the mornin', a-fever all through the night

Big Bad Handsome Man ~ Linda Carone

Got me where he wants me to be With his arms so wide, he pulls me in by his side He's the kind of guy that does it for me

Manhattan ~ BLOSSOM DEARIE

The great big city's a wondrous toy Made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy

Idéalisation ~ Cosette

Je vais te faire araignéïser Pour que tu me prennes dans tes filets Je veux t'idéaliser ~ I will make you a spider So that you catch me in your web I want to idealize you

Treat Me Rough ~ Ella Fitzgerald

The cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun From now on, some manhandling must be done

I Belong To You ~ Caro Emerald

The afterglow that's down below Is when I see your smile And in your eyes, true love assigns Forever is a word that cries That I belong to you

Crazy He Calls Me ~ Billie Holiday

The difficult I'll do right now The impossible will take a little while I say I'll care forever And I mean forever

Tea For Two ~ BLOSSOM DEARIE

Just me for you And you for me alone Nobody near us To see us or hear us

You Belong To Me ~ Jo Stafford

Send me photographs and souvenirs Just remember When a dream appears You belong to me

Please Mr. Postman ~ The Marvelettes

I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman So patiently, for just a card, or just a letter Sayin' he's returnin' home to me

Washing Machine Heart ~ Mitski

Baby will you kiss me already and Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart? Baby, bang it up inside Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am

Jolene ~ Dolly Parton

You could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me

Comme moi ~ Édith Piaf

Peut-être bien encore qu'elle entendra plus fort Son cœur battre et qu'alors Comme moi Elle voudra crier en entendant Monter, un pas dans l'escalier Comme moi ~ Maybe she will hear louder Her heart beating, and then Like me She will want to scream when she hears Going up, a step on the stairs Like me

Darn That Dream ~ Doris Day

Just to change the mood I'm in I'd welcome a nice old nightmare Darn that dream and bless it too Without that dream I never would have you But it haunts me and it won't come true

Maybe I Know ~ Leslie Gore

"He really loves me", that's all I can say Before my tears fall, I just walk away

Graveyard ~ Halsey

You look at me With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see You push right through me

Little White Lies ~ Ella Fitzgerald

The devil was in your heart But heaven was in your eyes The night that you told me those little white lies Who wouldn't believe those lips Whoever could doubt those eyes

I Can’t Stay Mad at You ~ Skeeter Davis

You can run around You can tell me lies But there's nothing I can do I'll never say goodbye 'Cause I can't stay mad at you

Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool ~ Connie Francis

I told myself it's best that I forget you Though I'm a fool, at least I know the score Yet darlin', I'd be twice as blue without you It hurts, but I'd come running back for more

Boys Like You ~ dodie

You thought you could charm me And, damn it, you're right So watch me fall for every damn stereotype

Une chanson brisée ~ Cœur De Pirate

Mais qu'importe, tu m'aimes, oui Ça justifie tous tes oublis Mais qu'importe, le temps joue Une chanson sur mes plaies qui s'entrouvrent ~ But whatever, you love me, yes It justifies all your oversights But whatever, time plays A song about my open wounds

I Just Couldn’t Stand It No More ~ Dinah Washington

My heart is aching, My heart is aching He don't know how much it is a breaking I need somebody, yes I need somebody To take my love and help me to forget him...

I Guess I’ll Have To Change My Plans ~ Annie Ross, Gerry Mulligan Quartet

Before I knew where I was at I found myself upon the shelf, and that was that I tried to reach the moon but when I got there All that I could get was the air My feet are back upon the ground I've lost the one man I found,

Back To Black ~ Amy Winehouse

You went back to what you knew So far removed From all that we went through

Blue ~ Rebecca Black

Two years down the drain A whole life we had made It was ours for the taking

Une complainte dans le vent ~ Cœur De Pirate

Aux chaleurs oubliées À tes doigts longeant mes parures Tu m'aurais à l'usure Mais qu'importe les douleurs du présent Je ne suis plus la même, tu n'es plus un enfant ~ To forgotten warmth To your fingers along my finery You would wear me out But no matter the pains of the present I am no longer the same, you are no longer a child

You ~ The Pretty Reckless

I can't steal you, no Like you stole me

my tears ricochet ~ Taylor Swift

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day

Le monopole de la douleur ~ Cœur De Pirate

Tu n'entends plus rien Que je m'exprime tout haut, tu n'y vois qu'une maudite fin Et les lignes des épopées de nos nuits racontent leurs histoires Mais j'en ai marre qu'on broie du noir Tu penses que tu es le seul à souffrir Qu'importe que je saigne aussi ~ You don't hear anything anymore That I express myself aloud, you see only a cursed end And the lines of the epics of our nights tell their stories But I'm sick of us brooding You think you're the only one to suffer It doesn't matter that I bleed too

L’etang ~ BLOSSOM DEARIE

Là, le ciel, pour quelques instants Garde encore de l'or dans ses yeux Une étoile brille au fond de l'étang Pour les amoureux ~ There, the sky, for a few moments Still got gold in her eyes A star shines at the bottom of the pond For lovers

La Nuit N’en Finit Plus ~ Petula Clark

Je voudrais partir au hasard Partir au loin quitter mes souvenirs ~ I would like to leave randomly Go far away leave my memories

Hey There ~ Rosemary Clooney

Better forget him, him with his nose in the air He has you dancin on a string Break it and he won't care

Hard Feelings/Loveless ~ Lorde

I light all the candles Cut flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you

Heartstrings ~ Leighton Meester

Had to save my own self from all your evil games

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

You call me again, drunk in your Benz Driving home under the influence You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath

Cry Me A River ~ Julie London

Remember, I remember all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you

Gonna Get Along Without You Now ~ Skeeter Davis

Got along without you before I met you Gonna get along without you now Gonna find somebody who is twice as cute 'Cause I didn't want you anyhow

Kill My Boyfriend ~ Natalia Kills

And boy I'm so committed, I'm so deep, there's no more digging There's only one thing I can do to solve this mess, come on I gotta kill my boyfriend yeah...

Hermit the Frog ~ MARINA

Well, I, I wanna tell you a secret You can take your double standard love and keep it I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed And I can't help he sometimes like to come And rest his little head

OKAY OKAY ~ Alessia Cara

My best friend said to me, "I know just what we need A song of yours that we could feel ourselves to" I said it'd be a test, 'cause you know I'm always stressed Come to think of it, I guess I've never cared to She said, "You won't know if you never commit" So here's me convincing myself I'm the shit

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Events 8.19 (before 1930)

295 BC – The first temple to Venus, the Roman goddess of love, beauty and fertility, is dedicated by Quintus Fabius Maximus Gurges during the Third Samnite War. 43 BC – Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus, later known as Augustus, compels the Roman Senate to elect him Consul. 947 – Abu Yazid, a Kharijite rebel leader, is defeated and killed in the Hodna Mountains in modern-day Algeria by Fatimid forces. 1153 – Baldwin III of Jerusalem takes control of the Kingdom of Jerusalem from his mother Melisende, and also captures Ascalon. 1458 – Pope Pius II is elected the 211th Pope. 1504 – In Ireland, the Hiberno-Norman de Burghs (Burkes) and Cambro-Norman Fitzgeralds fight in the Battle of Knockdoe. 1561 – Mary, Queen of Scots, aged 18, returns to Scotland after spending 13 years in France. 1604 – Eighty Years War: a besieging Dutch and English army led by Maurice of Orange forces the Spanish garrison of Sluis to capitulate. 1612 – The "Samlesbury witches", three women from the Lancashire village of Samlesbury, England, are put on trial, accused of practicing witchcraft, one of the most famous witch trials in British history. 1666 – Second Anglo-Dutch War: Rear Admiral Robert Holmes leads a raid on the Dutch island of Terschelling, destroying 150 merchant ships, an act later known as "Holmes's Bonfire". 1692 – Salem witch trials: In Salem, Province of Massachusetts Bay, five people, one woman and four men, including a clergyman, are executed after being convicted of witchcraft. 1745 – Prince Charles Edward Stuart raises his standard in Glenfinnan: The start of the Second Jacobite Rebellion, known as "the 45". 1745 – Ottoman–Persian War: In the Battle of Kars, the Ottoman army is routed by Persian forces led by Nader Shah. 1759 – Battle of Lagos: Naval battle during the Seven Years' War between Great Britain and France. 1772 – Gustav III of Sweden stages a coup d'état, in which he assumes power and enacts a new constitution that divides power between the Riksdag and the King. 1782 – American Revolutionary War: Battle of Blue Licks: The last major engagement of the war, almost ten months after the surrender of the British commander Charles Cornwallis following the Siege of Yorktown. 1812 – War of 1812: American frigate USS Constitution defeats the British frigate HMS Guerriere off the coast of Nova Scotia, Canada earning the nickname "Old Ironsides". 1813 – Gervasio Antonio de Posadas joins Argentina's Second Triumvirate. 1839 – The French government announces that Louis Daguerre's photographic process is a gift "free to the world". 1848 – California Gold Rush: The New York Herald breaks the news to the East Coast of the United States of the gold rush in California (although the rush started in January). 1854 – The First Sioux War begins when United States Army soldiers kill Lakota chief Conquering Bear and in return are massacred. 1861 – First ascent of Weisshorn, fifth highest summit in the Alps. 1862 – Dakota War: During an uprising in Minnesota, Lakota warriors decide not to attack heavily defended Fort Ridgely and instead turn to the settlement of New Ulm, killing white settlers along the way. 1903 – The Transfiguration Uprising breaks out in East Thrace, resulting in the establishment of the Strandzha Commune. 1909 – The Indianapolis Motor Speedway opens for automobile racing. William Bourque and his mechanic are killed during the first day's events. 1920 – The Tambov Rebellion breaks out, in response to the Bolshevik policy of Prodrazvyorstka. 1927 – Patriarch Sergius of Moscow proclaims the declaration of loyalty of the Russian Orthodox Church to the Soviet Union.

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De Olhos Bem Fechados: Todo o simbolismo ocultista do último filme de Kubrick que expôs o submundo dos cultos satânicos da Elite Illuminati - parte 1

Por Cláudio Tsuyoshi Suenaga

Nunca houve um diretor de cinema mais à frente de seu tempo do que Stanley Kubrick, tampouco um tão anti-establishment e que tenha procurado revelar tantos segredos ocultos da Elite Illuminati devidamente disfarçados e codificados em camadas e mais camadas de profundidades, pistas visuais subliminares e insinuações astutas.

Kubrick não denunciou conspirações e perfídias cometidas por governos, sociedades secretas, entidades controladoras ou grupos elitistas ocultistas apenas no seu último filme. Esse princípio de servir à narrativa superficial e a indústria enquanto codifica um subtexto oculto é algo que Kubrick realizou ao longo de toda a sua incomparável carreira de 50 anos. Talvez por isso mesmo e por sua meticulosa atenção aos detalhes e inabdicável perfeccionismo, que o mestre artesão fez apenas 13 filmes.

Kubrick morreu de um ataque cardíaco enquanto dormia, aos 70 anos, em 7 de março de 1999, exatamente 666 dias antes de 1º de janeiro de 2001 (em um aceno horrível para seu filme mais famoso) e apenas cinco dias depois de entregar aos engravatados da Warner Bros. o corte final de Eyes Wide Shut, adaptado do romance Traumnovelle (Dream Story), escrito pelo médico austríaco Arthur Schnitzler (1862-1931) em 1926 e recomendado em 1968 pelo produtor executivo germano-americano, antigo assistente e cunhado de Kubrick, Jan Harlan (1937-). Kubrick passou três décadas desenvolvendo o roteiro, mas seu perfeccionismo fez com que as páginas do roteiro fossem reescritas no set. O filme levou aproximadamente cinco anos na pré e pós-produção e detém o Recorde Mundial do Guinness para a filmagem contínua mais longa, com 400 dias.

Kubrick teria sido assassinado por ter ido longe demais ao revelar o submundo da alta elite e seus rituais e sacrifícios satânicos?

O compositor austríaco Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) morreu logo após revelar os mistérios maçônicos em sua ópera A Flauta Mágica (1791), com libreto do alemão Emanuel Schikaneder (1751-1812), seu companheiro de loja maçônica. O jornalista e escritor inglês Stephen Knight (1951-1985) desvendou a conspiração maçônica por trás dos assassinatos de Whitechapel da Londres vitoriana em seu livro Jack the Ripper: The Final Solution (London, George G. Harrap & Co. Ltd.), lançado em 1976. A partir do ano seguinte, Knight começou a sofrer ataques epilépticos, e em 1980 foi constatado um tumor em seu cérebro. O tumor foi removido, mas retornou em 1984. Knight faleceu aos 33 anos (ironicamente o mesmo número de graus da Maçonaria e a idade de Cristo quando foi crucificado) em 1985, menos de um ano depois de ter lançado The Brotherhood: Secret World of Freemason (New York, Acacia Press), no qual desnudava vários segredos da Maçonaria. E William Morgan (1774-1826), autor de Freemasonry Exposed and Explained (New York, Fitzgerald Publishing Corportation, 1882), publicado pela primeira vez em 1836, foi sequestrado e assassinado por maçons do oeste de Nova York, o que deu início a um forte movimento antimaçônico.  

Se a morte súbita de Kubrick decorreu de um assassinato, este pode ter sido encomendado por magnatas da alta elite de Hollywood que, ao verem a prévia ou exibição teste do filme pela primeira vez, decidiram pelo corte de grande parte do conteúdo. Antevendo que Kubrick não concordaria, cioso que era pela inviolabilidade de sua obra, resolveram removê-lo definitivamente, numa política conhecida como “controle” ou “redução de danos”.

Com Kubrick fora do caminho, o filme poderia ser reeditado, com a garantia de que nada significativo seria cortado, e embora a intenção fosse suprimir as cenas mais comprometedoras, isso é exatamente o que diriam. De fato, De Olhos Bem Fechados é tido como o filme inacabado de Kubrick, que teve apenas tempo para supervisionar o corte final, pré-exibido em 2 de março, cinco dias antes de sua morte.

Citando obrigações contratuais para fornecer uma classificação R (Restrito, menores de 17 anos requerem um acompanhamento dos pais ou responsáveis), a Warner Bros. alterou digitalmente a orgia na mansão, adicionando figuras sombrias digitalmente para bloquear alguns dos atos sexuais mais obscenos na sequência da orgia, evitando assim uma classificação NC-17 (fortes cenas de sexo, apenas para adultos) que limitaria a distribuição. Ora, se Kubrick teve de contornar as restrições verbais e visuais do Hayes Production Code, que proibia o uso aberto de linguagem chula, nudez, conteúdo sexual, etc. em Lolita, nunca se importou com tais restrições, vide que Laranja Mecânica recebeu uma classificação X (conteúdo adequado apenas para adultos).

O que haveria, afinal, de tão controverso e explosivo no conteúdo do filme a ponto de instar o seu assassinato? Em cenas que a Warner Bros. retém e agora se recusa a lançar, e que seriam cruciais para entender a mensagem subliminar escondida no filme, Kubrick expôs o mundo subterrâneo e clandestino dos rituais ocultistas/satânicos da alta elite (empresários, banqueiros, magnatas da mídia e linhagens nobres) que explora e mantém uma vasta rede de tráfico sexual e pedofilia (no que a de Jeffrey Epstein, o bilionário que se suicidou na prisão em 10 de agosto de 2019, seria apenas a ponta do iceberg), e sugere que essas sociedades secretas controlam tudo, desde a polícia até a mídia. Destarte, qualquer um que lhes traga problemas ou se lhes torne um empecilho, está sujeito a desaparecer. Quase todas as conspirações no que diz respeito aos Illuminati e às sociedades secretas como a Maçonaria e a Skull and Bones estão contidas em De Olhos Bem Fechados.

Kubrick filmou o ritual na luxuosa mansão Mentmore Towers, em Buckinghamshire, condado ao sul do Reino Unido, construído entre 1852 e 1854 pelo barão Mayer Amschel de Rothschild (1818-1874) para servir de casa de campo para membros da família de banqueiros mais rica de todos os tempos. 

É sabido que os Rothschilds tomavam parte de eventos mascarados muito semelhantes ao mostrado em De Olhos Bem Fechados  –  veja as fotos de uma festa de 12 de dezembro de 1972 dada pela socialite francesa Marie-Hélène Naila Stephanie Josina de Rothschild (1927-1996), esposa de Guy Édouard Alphonse Paul de Rothschild (1909-2007), no Château de Ferrières, um dos castelos da família localizado a cerca de 24 quilômetros de Paris, construído para o barão James Mayer de Rothschild (1792-1868) na década de 1850. O barão orientou o arquiteto Joseph Paxton (1803-1865) a projetar Château de Ferrières no mesmo estilo mas com o dobro do tamanho de Mentmore Towers, que mais tarde acabou sendo usado para a estranha cena do "baile de máscaras" em De Olhos Bem Fechados. 

Os anfitriões Guy e Marie-Hélène de Rothschild. Embora a roupa da primeira seja quase aceitável para coquetéis comuns, a baronesa realmente abraçou o tema da noite. Coberta por uma cabeça de veado realista cravejada com lágrimas de diamantes reais, seu rosto se manteve coberto durante grande parte da festa. Foto: Vendome Press.

O barão Alexis de Rede (à esquerda) veio vestido como um homem com muitos rostos – e por sua vez, talvez intenções multifacetadas. Ele foi fotografado sentado à sua mesa com um membro da família de banqueiros do Espírito Santo, que curiosamente circulou um de seus olhos. Foto: Vendome Press.

Ao que parece, a baronesa conseguiu conversar admiravelmente com o barão Alexis de Rede apesar das restrições de sua máscara de cabeça de veado. Foto: Vendome Press.

Além das máscaras típicas de rituais pagãos, que variam de cabeças de animais a gaiolas de mentira, há bonecas desmembradas e outros brinquedos de crianças quebrados propositalmente espalhados pelas mesas. Algumas mesas até apresentam manequins nus como se estivessem em um caixão com comida servida em cima dele, talvez inspirado nas mesas de manequins nus de Laranja Mecânica, lançado um ano antes.

Parte da comida daquela noite foi servida em cima de um cadáver de manequim deitado em uma cama de rosas. Foto: Vendome Press.

Algumas das leituras mais nefastas do Baile Surrealista de 1972 dizem respeito à adoração satânica e ao sacrifício humano. Embora haja uma inegável falta de evidências reais, as teorias não são fabricadas do nada. Ter bonecas desmembradas e suas cabeças espancadas e decapitadas decorando mesas de jantar é uma escolha pouco convencional, afinal. O álbum Yesterday and Today dos Beatles, lançado seis anos antes, traz os membros do quarteto de Liverpool cobertos de partes de corpos de bebês mortos, em uma doentia zombaria com o aborto, o inevitável resultado da agenda de amor livre que os Beatles estavam promovendo. Foto: Vendome Press.

Não fossem a idolatria e a alienação das massas, não seria necessário explicar imagens tão claras.

Encharcados em tons misteriosos de laranja e vermelho, Guy e Marie-Hélène de Rothschild fizeram sua mansão Château de Ferrières parecer em chamas. O efeito foi obtido com uma série de holofotes cuidadosamente posicionados voltados para a estrutura colossal.

O Château de Ferrières foi banhado por um brilho vermelho profundo para dar a aparência de estar pegando fogo.

Entre as notáveis celebridades presentes estavam o pintor espanhol Salvador Dalí (1904-1989) – o inspirador da temática da festa e por isso o único autorizado a prescindir de fantasia –, a estrela de cinema Audrey Hepburn (1929-1993) e a modelo que virou atriz Marisa Berenson (1947-), que alguns anos depois estrelaria Barry Lyndon, outro filme sobre a realeza e as elites ricas.

Naturalmente, os Rothschilds chamaram o pintor surrealista mais famoso do mundo para desenhar alguns dos figurinos para o baile de 1972. Sempre o artista contrário com um temperamento que ia contra o esperado, ele optou por não usar fantasia naquela noite. Ele é visto aqui descansando no Mae West Lips Sofa que ele projetou naquele mesmo ano e que foi inspirado em sua própria pintura de meados da década de 1930.

Audrey Hepburn chegou inocentemente usando uma simples gaiola em volta da cabeça.

A modelo e atriz norte-americana Marisa Berenson (ao centro) estrelaria Barry Lyndon poucos anos depois de participar da festa secreta dos Rothschild. O filme tratava da ascensão de um humilde irlandês enquanto ele tentava incansavelmente entrar nas linhagens de sangue azul da nobreza europeia.

Os convites para este “Baile Surrealista”, como foi chamado, foram impressos ao contrário, legíveis apenas se colocados contra um espelho; texto invertido e inversão de símbolos tradicionais são práticas ocultistas comuns. 

Inspirado na pintura de René Magritte de 1929, The False Mirror, o fundo das nuvens talvez seja menos interessante do que a escrita invertida do convite. Essa inversão é típica da prática ocultista de subverter as normas cristãs em favor de crenças mais blasfemas.

Em De Olhos Bem Fechados, o pianista Nick Nightingale (Todd Field) escreve a senha da mansão [“Fidelio”, a única ópera de Beethoven (1770-1827), um nome masculino italiano que significa “fidelidade”, especialmente fidelidade sexual ao cônjuge] em um guardanapo de papel no Sonata Jazz Cafe no SoHo.

A música tocada na sequência da missa negra por Nick, que está de olhos vendados, é Backwards Priests, da Divina Liturgia da Igreja Ortodoxa Romena, executada no sentido inverso, algo típico do satanismo, pela compositora e violista inglesa Jocelyn Pook (1960-) em uma mistura hipnotizante de cordas, tímpanos e cantos vocais. Kubrick gostou tanto que usou mais material de Pook de seu álbum Deluge (1997), incluindo as Migrations inspiradas em tâmil (uma língua dravídica falada pelos tâmeis ou tâmis do sul da Índia), embora a faixa tenha sido alterada depois de receber protestos por seu uso de escrituras hindus em um “ambiente profano”.

Uma liturgia cristã é executada ao mesmo tempo de forma invertida antes da orgia generalizada que se seguirá, uma forma de profanação. Eis o cântico (ininteligível porque invertido do romeno):

“E Deus disse aos seus aprendizes… Eu dei a vocês uma instrução… para orar ao Senhor pela misericórdia, vida, paz, saúde, salvação, busca, libertação e perdão dos pecados dos filhos de Deus. Os que rezam, têm misericórdia e cuidam bem deste santo lugar.” “And God told to his apprentices…I gave you a command…to pray to the Lord for the mercy, life, peace, health, salvation, the search, the leave and the forgiveness of the sins of God’s children. The ones that pray, they have mercy and they take good care of this holy place.”

Por trás das máscaras carnavalescas venezianas (reputadas como o centro da desordem civil, da devassidão moral e do erotismo), estavam altos membros da política, da corte, dos negócios e da indústria do entretenimento.

Máscaras venezianas usadas na missa negra satânica de Eyes Wide Shut.

O médico William “Bill” Harford (Tom Cruise) fica sabendo por Nick, seu antigo amigo de faculdade que se voltou para o jazz em vez de uma carreira médica de prestígio, da reunião enigmática que acontecerá durante a hora das bruxas do solstício de inverno, um baile de máscaras entre as elites da alta sociedade. Nick lhe informa a senha e que deve ir devidamente fantasiado. 

Bill então pega um táxi para a loja de smokings e fantasias de aluguel, a “Rainbow”, que fica do outro lado da rua do Sonata Jazz Cafe. Os letreiros de neon do clube de jazz aparecem refletidos na vitrine da Rainbow enquanto Bill fala com seu proprietário. Por que Bill pegaria um táxi para simplesmente atravessar a rua? Porque está adormecido, mas dormindo de uma maneira diferente –  ele está acordado, mas não está “desperto”, seus olhos estão fechados, ele está totalmente alheio aos caminhos que a esposa, uma mulher arrebatadora no auge de sua sensualidade, está traçando para ele.

Trajado com smoking, máscara, capuz e capa alugados na “Rainbow”, Bill entra na mansão em estilo gótico com a senha fornecida por Nick. 

Na sala central, ele presencia uma grande reunião, um círculo de doze figuras encapuzadas com capas pretas que, ao se despirem ao comando de um sumo sacerdote ou hierofante de capa vermelha e capuz, revelam-se mulheres nuas esculturais vestindo nada além de máscaras, salto alto e fio dental. O sacerdote bate no chão com um grande bastão, enquanto segura um incensário que espalha nuvens de incenso fumegante. Ao redor da cena estão espectadores também vestidos com mantos negros e máscaras venezianas douradas. 

Cenas da missa negra de Eyes Wide Shut. O sacerdote está exatamente no centro de um "círculo mágico" formado por mulheres que muito provavelmente são ''escravas Beta''. O ''círculo mágico'' é usado em rituais de magia negra durante invocações.

Uma das mulheres se aproxima de Bill e diz: “Não tenho certeza se você sabe o que está fazendo, mas seu lugar não é aqui”. Ou seja, mesmo sob a máscara, ele é reconhecido. “Você está em grande perigo e deve fugir enquanto pode”, insiste ela. 

Finalmente, o médico intruso é chamado perante o conselho inquisitorial. Ele é exposto, obrigado a remover a máscara – sendo-lhe despido o privilégio do anonimato –, revelado, julgado e depois condenado. A mulher mascarada nua que tenta avisá-lo diz ao conselho: “Leve-me. Posso resgatá-lo”. “Tem certeza de que entende o que está assumindo?”, o sacerdote de manto vermelho pergunta a ela, que acena com a cabeça.

O gesto parece conquistar a tolerância dos juízes, que permitem que o intruso saia incólume, embora não sem um forte aviso: “Se revelar alguma coisa do que aqui presenciou esta noite, ou tentar de alguma forma prosseguir com qualquer tipo de investigação, surgirão terríveis consequências para você e sua família.”

No dia seguinte, Bill descobre que Nightingale havia desaparecido misteriosamente do hotel onde estava hospedado, escoltado por dois capangas. Mandy (Julienne Davis), uma das prostitutas que estava na festa como uma escrava sexual controlada, é encontrada morta. A mídia informa que ela morreu de overdose de drogas. Em uma cena posterior, é revelado a Bill que os membros do alto escalão da sociedade secreta controlam toda a mídia e até a polícia. Fica fortemente implícito que ela foi assassinada e que sua morte foi arranjada de modo que parecesse uma overdose. E o médico percebe que ele próprio escapou por pouco de ser sacrificado no ritual satânico, e que embora se considere um membro da elite, existem forças muito superiores a ele que operam nos bastidores.

Em uma sequência de treze minutos na mesa de bilhar de sua mansão, o milionário Victor Ziegler (Sydney Pollack) revela a seu amigo Bill que era um dos mascarados no ritual e lhe adverte contra qualquer indiscrição. Bill, perturbado, o questiona veementemente sobre a morte de Amanda. Victor age com total indiferença, como se fosse algo totalmente banal uma pessoa ''comum'' ser morta pela elite. ''Ela era uma prostituta. Teve uma overdose, ela era uma drogada, era apenas uma questão de tempo pra ela morrer, e a polícia não viu qualquer crime", diz Victor. 

Diante da insistência de Bill em querer tomar as investigações para si, Victor, numa clara tentativa de aterrorizá-lo psicologicamente ainda mais, diz a ele : "Eu acho que você não percebeu o tamanho do problema que você se meteu na noite passada. Quem você acha que eram aquelas pessoas? Aquelas não eram apenas pessoas comuns. Se eu lhe dissesse seus nomes, e eu não vou te dizer os nomes, mas se eu o fizesse, eu acho que você não iria dormir tão bem". Victor, nesse diálogo, admite que as pessoas que frequentam esse ritual "fora do limite do profano" eram pessoas publicamente conhecidas e poderosas em seus meios. Bill já tinha sido requisitado por Ziegler em sua festa de Natal para atender a prostituta que acabou morta, quando esta teve uma overdose enquanto transava com o milionário e necessitava de atendimento médico urgente. 

Mandy, a prostituta cuja vida ele salvou, sacrifica sua vida para salvar a dele. Ela não era mais inocente, mas desejava fazer uma separação moral entre seu mundo e o dele, e estava disposta a morrer para protegê-lo de um conhecimento que o corromperia. Ela queria que ele fosse mais moral do que poderia ser, como se pudesse reconhecer a nobreza de seu sacrifício.

Prostitutas, drogas, médicos, silêncio. O dinheiro pode comprar tudo. Bill é um médico confortavelmente rico, e embora não seja um membro da alta elite tal como Ziegler, também se imagina capaz de comprar qualquer coisa. É corriqueiro que ele puxe dólares de sua carteira bem recheada para pagar pelo tempo de um taxista, pelo incômodo em fazer um homem abrir sua loja em plena madrugada, ou para pagar pela companhia fugaz da prostituta Domino (Vinessa Shaw). Uma cena significativa é aquela em que Bill rasga uma nota de US$ 100 em duas e dá a metade ao taxista que o levou até a mansão, dizendo que ele receberia a outra metade se esperasse por ele. Rasgar dinheiro é um crime a que ele se permite para comprar o favor do taxista. 

Mas como descobrimos quando ele é desmascarado na mansão e ao longo do filme, ele não passa de um servo de nível médio dessa poderosa elite. O foco míope dos que se centraram nos problemas conjugais e sexuais do casal em detrimento da exposição quase precisa de técnicas de controle da mente e de toda uma realidade ocultista tenebrosa, diz mais sobre a cegueira das elites em relação ao seu próprio ambiente do que sobre as inadequações de Kubrick como pornógrafo.

O que torna os homens verdadeiramente poderosos é a invisibilidade. O título De Olhos Bem Fechados se refere à regra primordial entre os membros das sociedades secretas para encobrir a elite endinheirada da sociedade – “Meus olhos estão fechados para seus crimes, irmão”. 

Arizona Wilder (pseudônimo de Jennifer Greene ou Jennifer Ann Angel, uma sensitiva treinada e condicionada desde o nascimento por técnicas extremamente invasivas e violentas de controle mental baseado em trauma para servir aos interesses da Elite Illuminati) revelou em uma longa entrevista a David Icke em 1999, que “De Olhos Bem Fechados” é um termo usado pelos programadores monarcas que significa que tudo o que você viu não deve ser revelado a ninguém, sob pena de morte. Como o super-rico Ziegler diz na mesa de bilhar a Bill: “Se eu lhe disser o nome deles (os mascarados na mansão), acho que você não dormiria muito bem”.

De Olhos Bem Fechados também é uma referência flagrante a Hollywood e aos 1% que sabem exatamente o que está acontecendo, mas por motivos compreensíveis não dizem nada a respeito. Os poucos que se arriscaram a tanto, acabaram intimidados ou mortos da mesma forma que no filme. Quantas celebridades não morreram precocemente nos últimos anos em circunstâncias mais do que estranhas e suspeitas?

Kubrick expôs os rituais da alta elite de maneira incrivelmente realista, tanto que Wilder imediatamente os identificou como sendo semelhantes aos que a forçaram a tomar parte: “Em um de meus diários de 1990, falo sobre um ritual em que todos usam máscaras douradas e mantos com capuz. Tem a ver com o deus sol. Essas máscaras são usadas em cerimônias do tipo egípcio. As máscaras significam que ‘não somos indivíduos, mas temos um propósito em mente’. Uma coisa que eles nunca fazem é tirar suas máscaras.”

Wilder também esclareceu que Nightingale, o nome do pianista, significa “Mensageiro do Escuro”, e que a loja de fantasias Rainbow Costume Rental, que por sua vez está situada sobre uma outra loja chamada Under the Rainbow, tem esse nome porque nos rituais satânicos se vai “Over the Rainbow”, música cantada por Judy Garland em seu papel de Dorothy em O Mágico de Oz (1939, dirigido por Victor Fleming e King Vidor), talvez o filme mais usado pelos programadores Monarca. O arco-íris, portanto, está associado à criação de escravas sexuais por meio de controle mental, tanto que o codinome para a base ultrassecreta de L. Ron Hubbard nos anos 70 era “Over the Rainbow”. 

A loja de fantasias de aluguel “Rainbow”. Sobre o arco-íris, a palavra “Costume Rental” pode ser lida como “Controle Mental”, termo do alemão Mind Kontrolle, daí o MK da sigla MKULTRA, o que foi bem conveniente, já que havia um grande número de médicos nazistas envolvidos no projeto, entre ele o “Anjo da Morte” Josef Mengele (1911-1979).

A loja de aluguel de fantasias “Rainbow” funciona como um centro pedófilo mantido pelo seu proprietário, o Sr. Milich (Rade Šerbedžija), que explora sexualmente sua própria filha ninfeta (Liliane Rudabet Gloria Elsveta “Leelee” Sobieski).

Na luxuriante festa na mansão de seu amigo Ziegler, Bill é conduzido pelo corredor por Nuala Windsor (Stewart Thorndike) e Gayle (Louise J. Taylor), duas modelos “Presidenciais Monarcas”, ao que ele pergunta aonde elas o estão levando. Gayle, cujo nome se liga ao amigo de Bill, Nick Nightingale, e a Dorothy Gale, a protagonista de O Mágico de Oz, responde que estão indo “onde termina o arco-íris”. Antes que Bill possa dizer algo, Nuala pergunta: “Você não quer ir onde termina o arco-íris?” E ele responde: “Bem, isso depende de onde é”. No folclore, o que há no fim do arco-íris? Um pote de ouro, outro convite ao dinheiro e à riqueza. A relutância de Bill em perseguir o “pote de ouro”, neste caso, embora esteja flertando descaradamente, é paralela à sua busca hesitante em momentos posteriores por aventuras sexuais que nunca chegam ao clímax. Claro, o fim do arco-íris é um lugar impossível de alcançar, da mesma forma que a satisfação, a falsa promessa do desejo.

O prisma irradiando as cores do arco-íris é um dos símbolos mais eloquentes quanto ao poderio das elites por reunir em um só tanto a pirâmide illuminati quanto as cores maçônicas. Não é à toa que ela se destaca em fundo negro na capa de The Dark Side of the Moon, o oitavo álbum de estúdio da banda britânica de rock progressivo Pink Floyd, lançado em 24 de março de 1973, bem no início do solstício da primavera. 

Estrelas de cinco pontas (pentagramas) aparecem com destaque no fundo como decorações na festa de Natal de Ziegler, na lanchonete, na loja de brinquedos e assim por diante. O pentagrama na matemática é o símbolo da “proporção áurea”, mas, invertido, é o símbolo máximo do satanismo, já que faz atrair demônios e gera um campo preciso de energia luciferiana. Aleister Crowley o interpretava como a descida do espírito à matéria.

Há também aparições discretas da Estrela de Ishtar, de oito pontas, que representa Vênus, originária das culturas assíria, babilônica e fenícia. Ishtar foi uma deusa babilônica da fertilidade, do amor, da guerra e principalmente da sexualidade. A ela eram dedicados rituais relacionados a libações e ofertas corporais. Seu culto envolvia também a prostituição sagrada. Ela foi considerada a cortesã dos deuses, e teve muitos amantes. Em muitos livros é retratada como uma excelente amante, porém muito cruel com os homens que se apegavam a ela. Esse conceito é colocado em questão por diversas vezes no filme, especialmente por Alice. O símbolo astronômico de Vênus é o mesmo usado na biologia para denotar o sexo feminino; um círculo com uma pequena cruz embaixo dele, uma representação da feminilidade, e também o símbolo do cobre na alquimia. O cobre polido era usado para fazer espelhos nos tempos antigos e, portanto, o símbolo de Vênus também foi interpretado como representando o espelho da deusa.

Na festa de Natal na mansão de Ziegler, há estrelas de Ishtar e pentagramas por todos os lados.  

Continua nas partes 2 e 3.