#hannah galway

[gameofthunder66]

Sex/Life (2021-2023) tv series

-(finished) watchin' Season 1- 6/10/2023- 3 [1/4] stars- on Netflix

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If only I were she!

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The Boarding School Murders (2024 Lifetime)

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The Boarding School Murders (2024 Lifetime) 📺.  Stream/Watch the Movie (Ad): Subscribe to the Lifetime Movie Club Cast: Christina Cox, Hannah Galway, Nicole Amber Farrugia Director: Alexandre Carrière Writer(s): Jason Byers, Richard Pierce ➡️    Check out our Youtube Channel: Lifetime Uncorked: Lifetime Movie Reviews 🎧   Listen to the Lifetime Uncorked Podcast: Listen Now 🍷  Support the…

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Sex/Life (2021-2023) series

-(started) watchin' Season 2- 6/22/2023- on Netflix

Sarah Shahi attends Netflix’s “Sex/Life” Season 2 Special Screening at the Roma Theatre at Netflix - EPIC on February 23, 2023 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Charley Gallay/Getty Images for Netflix)

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i miss my animal crossing friends from when i was 10 yrs old actually crazy i will never ever speak to them again 😭

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Okay but set during Halfblood Prince! Female pronouns, Ravenclaw reader.

The reader is friends with Rolf, Luna, and Hannah. Rolf and Luna are the couple goals of the friend group. Also the reader is crushing on Neville, who secretly has a crush on her. Hannah is more focused on school than dating. Meanwhile, Seamus can't get a date to save his life and Dean starts dating Ginny. The reader, Dean, and Seamus start a little folk band (yk kinda like that Ed Sheeran song Galway Girl) and she starts dating Seamus because she doesn't think Neville is interested. You decide if it ends in fluff or angst.

Galway Girl (Neville Longbottom x Female Ravenclaw!Reader x Seamus Finnigan)

Okay so this is a really cute request. Honestly, Neville is 100% my comfort character so this is also kinda sad for me. But let's go!

Listen to the song while you read. You know, for the vibe. Also I left out some details from the song because I didn't know how to fit them in? So I hope that's okay?

Request: Yes/No

Summary: When all the reader's friends seem to be lucky in love, she feels left out. It seems like even Neville has been on dates with Hannah, who doesn't date. The only person in the same boat as her is Seamus. Dean and Seamus convince their Ravenclaw friend that they should start an Irish band. But does it solve or cause problems, when their friends find out about the little band at a Gryffindor party?

Warnings: Angsty but fluffy?, underage drinking, implication of weed, canon ships, emotional cheating, miscommunication, idiots in love, and also implied Irish reader? (a Galway Girl is a girl from Galway which is in Western Ireland)

It all started about four months ago, Rolf Scamander had asked you advice for a date with a girl he really liked and you gave him advice. You didn't know who Rolf could possibly have a crush on but you were hyper aware of his sudden fascination with your housemate, Luna Lovegood. She was your friend and so was he. The two of them had never been close until they began hanging out four months ago. You hadn't thought much of it until they became your couple goals. They officially started dating after the third date. Everything about their relationship seemed to be like they were always meant to be together. It reminded you of how when you were twelve, you believed in soulmates. But it wasn't long before they realized that their own mutual pining made them blind to the fact that you had a crush on Neville Longbottom for years. They immediately felt bad and made your crush their business. Luna was pretty close with Neville and made sure he spent more time around your small friend group. But you were pretty sure he'd never like you. Hannah Abbott was the only other member of your small friend group and she spent most her time studying. She always said she was much too busy for dating but she also seemed to be rather close with Neville. Actually, the more you thought about it Neville had more friends than you. He was seemingly friends with Harry Potter and his friends. But Neville's closest friends were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. But then as of recent due to Luna and Rolf's interference, Neville's friends became yours. The friend group went for from four to seven.....eight when Dean started dating Ginny Weasley last month.

You were trying to get the group together for a group for a Hogsmead e trip but everyone had different plans . Ginny and Dean had a date. Rolf and Luna had a date. Hannah and Neville didn't really say what they were doing but both mentioned the greenhouses so you kind of assumed. So it was just you and Seamus. But it wasn't a date, you were just friends. It was obvious by how this forced date-like atmosphere made you both uncomfortable. So you both just went back to the castle and threw yourselves into studying in the library. After the third time of being ditched by your friends for dates, you guys just knew it was easier to go to the library and study. However, Seamus brought up something this particular time he hadn't brought up before. "Do you like Irish folk music?"

"Who's asking? You or Dean?"

"What?"

"Dean's going through a rough patch with Ginny and she likes Irish folk music."

"Right...thanks. Hey, want to start a band? You, Dean, and me?"

"What do I get out of it?" You raised an eyebrow and Seamus shrugged. "The joy of knowing you helped out a friend or two." The only problem with it was you didn't think Ginny genuinely liked Dean. "No. Tell Dean to find someone else." You got up and walked away.

You'd been dodging Seamus and Dean for days, when they'd finally managed to corner you. You were in the Gryffindor common room looking for Neville. You were ready to finally confront him about his relationship with Hannah. It was irritating enough that you knew Hannah didn't tell you she liked Neville but the least they could do was admit they were together. You could have asked Hannah for the truth but something told you it'd feel more true if you'd heard it from Neville. Maybe you needed closure? However, you didn't find Neville because you ran into his two best friends. "Y/N, I know you think Ginny and I fight a lot." Dean started and you cut in harshly. "You do fight a lot." He took a sharp intake of breath before continuing. "But this isn't just for me. This could be good for all of us. Seamus won't be that Irish kid who can hold his whiskey. We can book gigs and make money. You can finally afford that trip to America you're always talking about." You couldn't help but be a little interested in the idea. "I'll think about it. But you have to make me a promise. Neville can never know I was here today." The two boys looked at each other then back at you before Dean grinned. "We promise, he won't know." You nodded and left the Gryffindor common room.

It was that weekend, the three of you were in the library whispering amongst yourselves about this band of yours. You were secretly passing around a small flask of fire whiskey under the table and sitting at one of the back tables where not many people would sit. "So are we going with trad tunes, newer stuff, or our own music?" You asked with a bit of curiosity gracing your face and Seamus shrugged. "Why not all three? How about instruments? Y/N, you should sing." You frowned. "I can really wanna play the fiddle but in songs where it's not needed I'll sing." Dean nodded. "I can sing most times then because Seamus can't sing worth shit and honestly I think we'll need like a piano." Seamus rolled his eyes. "We'll need some base so Bodhrán? We'll probably sound like shit but at least we'll be ridiculed as friends." Those were the last words said before you guys spent the rest of the Quidditch season doing band practice instead of supporting your Quidditch teams.

You were ecstatic when you heard Gryffindor got the Quidditch Cup but extremely disappointed. They'd beat your team. You quietly walked over to your table in mock shame while the Gryffindors celebrated. You walked over to Neville after the feast and asked if you were invited to the party to celebrate Gryffindor's win. He informed you that he'd thought Seamus or Dean would have invited you since you seemed to be with them a lot lately. There seemed to be a hint of anger in his voice. And you couldn't hold back the vile feeling that built up inside you. "Well excuse me for wanting to actually hang out with my friends. You and Hannah seem to always be at the greenhouse. Luna and Rolf are always together. Dean and Ginny.... they're on a break. And Seamus...well he and I are in the same boat." You quickly walked away catching up with Dean and Seamus. It seemed like your body relaxed almost instantly as you started laughing with them about some inside joke Neville couldn't understand. "She doesn't mean it, you know." He recognized the voice but turned to look anyways. "Yes, she does. She's right. You and I are always together lately. I didn't think about how that must look to our friends until..."

"The girl you like said it?"

"Yeah."

"Back in third year, she said you were her type."

"Do you think I still am?" Hannah shrugged in response to the question. They quietly walked to the Gryffindor common room where the celebration for winning Quidditch Cup was being thrown.

When they got to the common room, Neville saw you chatting with Dean, Seamus, and Ginny. From the looks of it Dean and Ginny made up again. You looked really happy and you had a drink in hand. He turned his attention to Ron, who everyone in Gryffindor was praising, and was shocked by Lavender Brown suddenly kissing him. But he clapped along with everyone else in the room. It didn't even occur to him to care that Harry and Hermione left or that shortly after Lavender and Ron left. It seemed pretty normal behavior. He just went back to watching you with his two best friends. He joined the small group only to notice you were ignoring him. "Seamus, I'll bet 5 gaellons I can beat you at darts." It was shook on and sure enough you won. "Double nothing for pool." He said he conjured up a pool table and you nodded. In agreement to his terms. Sure enough, you beat him. "You owe me 10 gaellons, Finnigan." He rolled his eyes and you smirked. "You know what? You're really cute, I'll excuse your debt." All at once three voices screamed "WHAT?!" All male Gryffindors and your friends. You pulled him into a kiss and kisses him like no one else was there. He didn't know Neville had a crush on you. How could he? Neville was always with Hannah! He pulled you closer and kissed back. It was only a few minutes before he pulled back and you both grinning. "Debt paid." Neville walked away in what looked to be an annoyed state. You cringed but you didn't do it to hurt him. You did it because you felt like you needed a win and whining over a boy with a girlfriend wasn't a win. "Seamus, wanna go to Hogsmeade together sometime?" You asked with a bit of regret and he nodded but didn't seem to know what to say. You knew he usually had a crude sense of humor but in the past few weeks you'd grown so accustom to it.... actually kinda found it funny. And in that same way, grown to rather close to him and Dean. But his sense of humor isn't why you felt regret. It was the brunette boy, who was talking to Luna. Luna looked at you in shock and then shrugged at Neville. She didn't have an explanation and you didn't expect her to.

Neville seemed shocked as Ginny announced that a had a surprise had been arranged for Gryffindor. The music that was playing was stopped while Ginny explained what the surprise was.

You, Seamus, and Dean were singing and playing your instruments to traditional Irish songs. Dean seemed so uncomfortable with how close you and Seamus suddenly were. Neville, Luna, and Rolf sat in a corner talking about this surprise. "I just can't believe it. Just yesterday, she was complaining about how Neville was dating Hannah." Rolf muttered and Neville rolled his eyes. "I'm not. We've just been hanging out in the greenhouse together. We're friends." Luna laughed slightly. "Hannah didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Y/N had a crush on you."

"Well Hannah told me that."

"Well... sometimes she hides her feelings."

"What are you trying to say?"

Rolf cut in. "Well, you could ask Y/N or you could retreat over there." He pointed to a group of Gryffindors with a cloud of smoke surrounding them. "And relieve your stress how you usually do." Of course Neville didn't want to confront the girl who just kissed his best friend so he walked over to the group of Gryffindors. They probably got it from his dorm mates anyways. He was actually doing a pretty good job of tuning the little band out. It wasn't until heard the song "Carrickfergus" that he had to look up. He'd heard Seamus play this song a million times over. But he'd never heard it sang so sweet. You were amazing to him.

After awhile, Seamus and Dean had enough and wanted to get back to the party. But you still wanted to sing your heart out. This wasn't for Dean or Seamus. This wasn't for your band. You were doing this for you. You shot back another glass of fire whiskey and were back at it. Except this time you had to sing a capella in and use your feet for a beat. Seamus was amazed at your enthusiasm and couldn't stop calling you his girlfriend to anyone that would listen. Neville, however, was silent. He was memorizing everything about you in this moment. He wanted to have your voice playing on repeat for a week. Any normal person would think you were singing to the boy claiming to be your boyfriend and maybe you should have been. But you weren't. Your heart immediately wanted to reach out to the boy who'd liked since you were like twelve or thirteen. But the part you were unaware of is even this packed room, he would swear on his life you were singing to him. But his hopes and dreams were crushed Cormac McLaggen convinced you to let him play some Weird Sisters and other Wizard Rock music. Seamus immediately grabbed your waist, kissed you on the neck, and then took you by the hand. You smiled at the boy nervously like you didn't know what was happening. He smiled in a way that was actually comforting and said, "Baby, I just want to dance." But the entire time you were dancing with Seamus, you were thinking about Neville.

When the few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws that showed up had outstayed their welcome, you walked back to your common room with Neville. Luna had convinced Seamus it was safer if Neville took you back since he hadn't drank as much. And if Seamus wasn't so drunk maybe he would have thought about how Luna was going to the same place as you anyway. But he was still shooting back firewhiskey and couldn't think straight. So you were holding hands with Neville as you walked through the corridors.

Come tomorrow you'd be Seamus' girlfriend but tonight you could be Neville's. He smelt of smoke and whiskey. It was so intoxicating but your lungs were full of the cool night air that the stone castle walls let in. You smiled at him and whispered. "I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write."

"I'm not Seamus you know."

"That's why it'll be about a Galway Girl and her perfect night."

Neville shook his head in disbelief. He was convinced you wouldn't remember it tomorrow so he spoke words he shouldn't. "Then I guess you're my pretty little Galway Girl."

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-(started) watchin' Season 1- 4/23/2021- on Netflix

Things I Watched In 2021

Sex/Life - Season 1 (2021- )

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Woche 7 - Teil 2

Das letzte längere Wochenende in Galway steht an. Für Freitag sind Sehenswürdigkeiten im County Clare, der Nachbargrafschaft, geplant und für Samstag wie Sonntag die Stadt Letterfrack und ihre Umgebung. Details folgen dazu.

Dieser Wocheneintrag ist für die Wanderer*innen und Regenfreund*innen unter uns

Doolin

Am Freitag fuhren Hannah und ich mit der öffentlichen Buslinie 350 nach Doolin. Wir starteten die Busfahrt von dem Eyre Square, dem zentralsten Platz in der Stadt Galway, aus. Die Busfahrt war ungefähr zwei Stunden lang und recht nah am westlichen Inselrand. Zu Beginn der Busfahrt überhörten zwei andere Deutsche unsere Gespräche auf Deutsch. Wir merkten auch, dass sie unsere Sprache reden konnten und befragten sie zu dem Kauf der Buskarten. Sie wussten es leider nicht besser als wir. Da die Busse zu touristischen Orten schnell ausgebucht sind und Onlinekauf nicht unterstützt wird, eilten wir zum Busfahrer, um bei ihm das Hin- und Rückticket zu kaufen (tdlr; das Public Bus System = unideal für große Reisegruppen). Die Deutschen folgten später, da sie noch Bargeld holen mussten.

Hier sieht man das Stadtzentrum Doolins

Am Freitag hatten wir leider ab 10:00 Uhr Pech in einen starken Regenschauer gekommen zu sein. Uns war dies im Vorhinein bewusst, aber ich setzte trotzdem darauf, von Doolin zu den Cliffs of Moher zu wandern. Mich überkam zu dem Zeitpunkt eine ungeheure Wanderlust (denke ich mal). Nachdem wir uns für das Wandern entschieden haben, stapften wir durch Wind und Regen an der Landstraße entlang. Es war anstrengend und wir rasteten häufig kurz in Cafés, Läden oder Gasthäusern, um unsere Kleidung zu trocknen. Typical Irish Summer :')

Links: Wir entfernen uns von Doolin

Rechts: Der hügelige Wanderweg

Irgendwann entfernten wir uns von dem Wanderweg und gingen triefnass die enge Autobahn entlang. Dabei begrüßten uns viele Kühe, Esel und Pferde, die in Ruhe standen, schliefen oder Gras fraßen.

Die Cliffs of Moher

Endlich an unserem Ziel angelangt, trafen wir die zwei deutschen Frauen am Anfang wieder. Wir tauschten uns angeregt über unsere Wege zu den Klippen aus: Für den Einlass an den Klippen hätte man wohl 15 Euros zahlen müssen, Hannah und ich haben uns aber unabsichtlich durch den Hinterausgang hineingeschlichen und mussten nichts zahlen.

Aufgrund ihrer dramatischen Szenerie werden die Cliffs of Moher gerne als Filmdrehorte verwendet

Auf einmal waren wir ganz froh die regnerische Landstraße von Doolin aus gelaufen zu sein. Die Aussicht an den Cliffs of Moher war wunderschön. Der Himmel und das Meer am Galway Bay waren strahlend blau, denn die Regenwolken sind komplett bei unserer Ankunft verschwunden.

Der Himmel lichtet sich nach dem stundenlangen Regenschauer

Nachdem wir bei den Klippen waren, gingen wir Tee in der Mensa der Souvenirläden trinken und warteten dann drei Stunden auf unseren Bus nach Galway.

Clifden und Letterfrack

Am Samstag planten wir nach Connemara zu fahren, um uns zwei große Sehenswürdigkeiten, Connemara National Park und die Kylemore Abbey, anzuschauen.

In Clifden hielten wir notgezwungen mit dem Bus, da Clifden die nächste Großstadt mit einer Bushaltestelle für die Linie 350 nach Letterfrack war. Dort wurden wir von kleinen Souvenirläden, Antiquariaten, Seefahrer-Pubs und einem süßen Buchladen begrüßt. Die Antiquitätenläden und den Buchladen sahen wir uns davon genau an. Um 16:15 ging es dann nach Letterfrack weiter.

Links: Die Straße in Clifden in Richtung Letterfrack

Rechts: Der kreativ benannte Buchladen "The Clifden Bookshop"

Viertel vor fünf betraten wir das verschlafene Letterfrack. Jedoch wurde nicht sofort in unserem Hostel gerastet, sondern wir brachen sofort zum Diamond Hill auf. Mit ihrer überschaubaren Häuseranzahl ähnelte Letterfrack mehr einem Campingplatz als einer richtigen Stadt. In Letterfrack befindet sich auch eine Galway Zweigbibliothek, die nur von einer Person geführt wird.

Diamond Hill

Der Diamond Hill gilt als einer der schönsten Orte Irlands und zieht viele Wander*innen mit seinem weiten Ausblick in den Bann. Der Hügel soll besonders geeignet für Einsteiger*innen sein und liegt im Herzen des Nationalparks. Er bietet drei Schwierigkeitsgrade Gelb/Einfach, Blau/Mittel und Rot/Schwer. Wir entschieden uns für Rot, da wir die Spitze des Diamond Hills erreichen wollten.

Von dem Diamond Hill aus kann man die Seen und die Küste erkennen (das ist jedoch nicht die Spitze!)

Nach einer Stunde erreichten wir - ich mit Ach und Krach - die Spitze des Hügels. Der Wanderweg wurde mit Kieselsteinen und großen Steinen ausgelegt. Zum Hügel musste man Treppen steigen. Das Runtersteigen war weniger anstrengend als das Hochsteigen, und doch taten danach meine Knie mehr weh als beim Erklimmen des Diamond Hills. Hannah ließ sich, so deutsch wie sie ist, nichts davon anmerken und wanderte stets stramm weiter. Woher sie die Energie nahm, war mir unklar.

Das Old Monastery Hostel

Die Ausstrahlung des Old Monastery Hostel glich eines verwunschenen Internats aus einem exzentrischen Kinderbuches. Ich hoffe ihr versteht was ich meine

Um 20:00 schlenderten Hannah und ich zu unserem Hostel. Wir haben es ganz spontan am Telefon gebucht. Als wir ankamen, war ich ganz begeistert von der Einrichtung. Alles wirkte so bewohnt, so farbenfroh und so altmodisch. Ich fühlte mich sofort wohl. Die Betten musste man trotz Buchung am Telefon bei der Ankunft festlegen. Scheinbar war die Raumbelegung auch wie die Einrichtung sehr locker gehalten. Das Hostel wurde liebevoll von einem irisch-deutschen Ehepaar geführt. Zwischen den Gästen findet man oft Deutsch sprechende Persönlichkeiten, allesamt mit ihren eigenen interessanten Lebensgeschichten - was sie nach Irland zog, warum sie wandern wollen, wie sie sich die Zukunft vorstellen etc.

Am späten aßen Hannah und ich im Seafarer Pub Curry und ließen den Abend mit einem Spaziergang ausklingen.

Kylemore Abbey

Kylemore Abbey erreichten wir ungefähr halb 10, vor der Öffnung. Hannah und ich kauften ein Student*innenticket und durften um 10 schließlich die Kylemore Abbey.

Das Grundst��ck der Kylemore Abbey ist größer als dieses Bild anmutet

Die Abtei wurde aufgrund seiner gotischen Architektur von vielen Kolleg*innen empfohlen und ist ein Teil eines Benediktinerinnen-Ordens, welcher vom Staat gefördert wird. Die Geschichte des Ortes ist vielfältig. So wechselte das Grundstück die Hände von Gräf*innen, Schulleiter*innen, Nonnenorden sowie Politiker*innen. Heute kann man sich die restaurierten, viktorianischen Zimmer des verstorbenen Ehepaar Mitchell und Margaret Henry im Untergeschoss anschauen sowie auch ihren "Walled Victorian Garden" und gotischen Kapellen. Nachdem wir die relevantesten historischen Orte besucht haben, schauten wir zu wie die Connemara Ponys auf der hauseigenen Koppel gefüttert wurden. Die Rasse Connemara Pony wird von der Abtei ihres milden Charakters Willen gezüchtet, um diese später an Reitsportler*innen zu verkaufen. Damit verdient die öffentliche Stifung zusätzlich ihr Geld. Ergänzend stellen Nonnen des Benedikterinnen-Ordens auch Schokolade, Seife, Honig und Fudge für den Kylemore Abbey Souvenirladen her, um Sanierungen der Abtei und der Kapellen zu finanzieren. Nach der Ponyfütterung gab es anschließend die Fütterung der neuseeländischen Kunekune-Schweine Perry und Ken. Sie waren sehr verfressen und kämpften gelegentlich um ihr Essen. Hannah schlug nach den Schweinen vor, in das Gewächshaus gehen. Der Hin- und Rückweg zum Gewächshaus war sehr kurz, denn der Regen, den ich bis jetzt praktischerweise ausließ, der den ganzen Tag anhielte, wollte nicht mehr aufhören. Triefend vor Regenwasser flohen wir, nachdem wir uns sicher waren, dass wir alles Nötige auf dem Gelände besucht hatten, zurück zu der Busstation nach Clifden.

Um 16:45 erreichten wir wieder Trockenland in Galway.

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THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR <333

my BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL AMAZING BEST FRIEND bro i love you so much ive never had a friend like you before and im so grayeful i have u every single time i see u u j make me so happy and i hope we never change. i cant even believe we only became friends last year. i wish id known you forever but now i have you i dont ever wanna lose you no matter what. youre so loyal and i tell everyone i meet about how much of an angel you are. you are one of a kind jemma never change

my other best friends!!!!! i love you guys so much truly. youve fr made me such a confident and happy person, i love every moment with you girls, you are so loving and idk what id do without ye

my momma - mammy i know we didnt get along last year but i hope you know i love you so much. the world doesnt deserve you you are such a strong person and i appreciate all the love you give me everyday and i need to tell you more

my dad - ur a legend. never change

my school - i know i had those panic attacks last week and couldnt go in but i genuinely do love that school. its so comforting and the community is so strong. never seen anything like it

galway

gaeilge

myself and my growth

colouring

music

hannah no explanation needed

my ex - yes you did everything you could to try and bring me down and make me think bad about myself. and it worked for a while but now i know thatyou'd be lucky to have another conversation with me. asshole!

there is sm more that im grateful for but im tired

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G. del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities (2022) tv series

-(finished) watchin' Season 1 (Series?)- 4/20/2024- 3 stars- on Netflix

93% Rotten Tomatoes

To me, some episodes were pretty good, and a few were crap.

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Film Review: STILL: A MICHAEL J. FOX MOVIE (2023): An Informative Look at the Life of One of the Most Popular Actors from the 1980's and 90's https://film-book.com/film-review-still-a-michael-j-fox-movie-2023-an-informative-look-at-the-life-of-one-of-the-most-popular-actors-from-the-1980s-and-90s/?feed_id=70823&_unique_id=6461925d5a288

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Documentary  Biography

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Episode posters for Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities

Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities will premiere on Netflix on October 25, 2022 with two episodes daily until October 28, 2022.

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Fear of Flying by Erica Jong

Mrs. America: "Jill"

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Guillermo del Toro Opens a New Official Trailer for His "Cabinet of Curiosities"

Guillermo del Toro Opens a New Official Trailer for His "Cabinet of Curiosities" @RealGDT @Netflix #CabinetOfCuriosities

T-Minus 1 day until Spooky Season is officially upon us! We have 31 days of spookiness ahead of us until All Hallow’s Eve (er…Halloween in lamen’s terms). And we can’t talk about the Halloween season without bringing up one of today’s modern masters of monster movies: filmmaking legend Guillermo del Toro! On October 25th, Del Toro is unleashing his Cabinet of Curiosities all over Netflix! And…

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A Bowl of Roses by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Galway Kinell & Hannah Liebman You saw angry ones flare, saw two boys clump themselves together into a something that was pure hate, thrashing in the dirt like an animal set upon by bees; actors, piled up exaggerators, careening horses crashed to the ground, their gaze thrown away, baring their teeth as if the skull peeled itself out through the mouth. But now you know how these things are forgotten: for here before you stands a bowl full of roses, which is unforgettable and filled up with ultimate instances of being and bowing down, of offering themselves, of being unable to give, of standing there almost as part of us: ultimates for us too. Noiseless life, opening without end, filling space without taking any away from the space the other things in it diminish, almost without an outline, like something omitted, and pure inwardness, with so much curious softness, shining into itself, right up to the rim: is anything as known to us as this? And this: that a feeling arises because petals are being touched by petals? And this: that one opens itself, like a lid, and beneath lies nothing but eyelids, all closed, as if tenfold sleep had to dampen down an inner power to see. And, above all, this: that through the petals light has to pass. Slowly they filter out from a thousand skies the drop of darkness in whose fiery glow the jumbled bundle of stamens becomes aroused and rears up. And what activity, look, in the roses: gestures with angles of deflection so small one wouldn't see them if not for infinite space where their rays can diverge. See this white one, blissfully opened, standing among its huge spreading petals like a Venus standing in her shell; and how this one, the blushing one, turns, as if confused, toward the cooler one, and how the cooler one, impassive, draws back, and the cold one stands tightly wrapped in itself among these opened ones, that shed everything. And what they shed, how it can be at once light and heavy. a cloak. a burden, a wing, and a mask, it all depends, and how they shed it: as before a lover. Is there anything they can't be: wasn't this yellow one that lies here hollow and open the rind of a fruit of which the same yellow, more intense, more orange-red, was the juice? And this one, could opening have been too much for it, because, exposed to air, its nameless pink has picked up the bitter aftertaste of lilac? And isn't this batiste one a dress, with the chemise still inside it, still soft and breath-warm, both flung off together in morning shade at the bathing pool in the woods? And this one here, opalescent porcelain, fragile, a shallow china cup filled with little lighted butterflies, and this one, containing nothing but itself. And aren't they all doing the same: only containing themselves, if to contain oneself means: to transform the world outside and wind and rain and patience of spring and guilt and restlessness and disguised fate and darkness of earth at evening all the way to the errancy, flight, and coming on of clouds all the way to the vague influence of the distant stars into a handful of inwardness. Now it lies free of cares in the open roses. Claude Monet 1875 Camille Monet and a Child in the Artist’s Garden in Argenteuil, oil on canvas, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston