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jj-lynn21 · 4 years ago

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Clowning around

Warnings: humor, creepiness, fear, smut, angst, possible multiple personality disorder, A Halloween fanfic for all my Pennylovers out there. The Clownfuckers that miss their Bob Gray. Girls missing their Daddywise. This might not be a straight up Pennywise story, but you know how Bill gets when he puts on that persona. You know what you are in for.

Tags: @a-mess-of-fandoms @hausofobsession @amandalynngraves @josielikesskarsgards @dragsraksllib @grandpa-sweaters @bskarsgardlove92 @super-pink-a-palouza @draggolblackthorn @loomiz @theskarsgardcult @sunshineandskarsgards

Thank you for the moodboard @flowers-in-your-hayr

“Bill you were the scariest clown I ever saw in a movie. Thank you for speaking to me via skype today.” The reporter said wrapping up the sixth interview in row for your boyfriend. All of them still praising his work as the clown. Bill loved people didn’t hate it, but he would rather be praised for any of his current roles over Pennywise.

“Thank you.” He smiled hoping no one mistook the smile for a remnant of the clown.

It wasn’t that he did not love the character and appreciate all the love from the fans. Hell, he was ready to jump right back into the skin of Bob Gray if Steven King wrote a prequel and Andy Muschietti was on board to direct again. But he did not want to chase a seventy-year-old adult Losers Club at sixty-years-olds. At lease at this point in his career.

You did not blame him either. You were so proud of all the projects Bill did over the last year or two that were starting to be released. He was such a workaholic because he loved the work, but he still made time for you. He would often fly you wherever he was working. He did not work most weekends but sometimes it made more sense staying in a hotel or apartment near filming instead of coming home.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was horse from talking for so many hours. “Thanks for the tea and Vaniljhjärta. I think I am finally done.” He pulled you onto his lap.

You learned to make his favorite pastry, Vaniljhjärta, from a Swedish cookbook that you had to translate as you learned the recipe. It was time consuming but worth it the way Bill light up getting a little taste of home.

“You’re welcome.” You kissed his cheek softly. “No need to talk for a while. I put honey in the tea to sooth your throat and Jokk Tranbär Apple & Kanel on top just the way you like it. “

He sipped the tea. Then nodded his approval. After taking a bite of the heart shaped pastry he licked his lips and devoured in in a few more bites. Then his cellphone rang ruining the delicious quiet moment between you. When you started to get up, he shook his head no. You were happy to stay in place.

“Hey, how’s life, man.” Landon Liboiron called Bill at least once a month. They talked about acting, future goals and what was going on in their lives in general. He was the only guy Bill felt like he could talk to freely outside his family. “I don’t usually ask you for shit, but I’m involved in this project for charity I would love you to help with. If you don’t want to that’s fine. All the proceeds will go to a local children’s hospital. I think a few of those kids will be there.”

“My schedule is packed during the week, Landon.” Bill was hesitant to get involved with yet another project when he was working on Clark, which he was also producing. “You know I would do just about anything to help you out.”

“Hi, Landon.” You interceded.

“What’s up buttercup?” He laughed.

You giggled.

“It would be one Saturday October 1.” Landon added about the event.

“All right.” Bill thought about it. “I might be able to make one night. What do you need me to do, sign autographs or something?”

“Nothing that boring.” Landon assured. “I am one of the sponsors of a haunted carnival and I would like Pennywise to attend if that is something he would want? Terrorize some guests throughout the area and the Fun House. But no hurting anyone. Is that understood?”

A strange look came over Bill’s face. One you had seen before but not for an awfully long time. He stood. You slid off his lap right to the floor landing on your bum. That was not like your Bill at all. Then you heard it, IT’s voice.

“I could play your game.” Pennywise cooed. “I love chase games. Carnival with children. And lots pop pop popcorn.” He giggled. “Don’t forget the red balloons.”

“Yes, I can get all of that for you.” Landon was nervous about what he just brought up in his friend. If he had opened some weird Pandora's Box. “I will email the specifics and see you Saturday.”

“Yes, yes. Saturday will be a fun day to play.” Pennywise snickered like a child.

Landon hung-up first a little creeped out at the exchange. Pennywise looked over at you still on the floor looking at him in awe.

“Shall we start playing now...” His voice went from high pitch to deep and gravely. “my little one.”

You swallowed hard as he stalked towards you. His mannerisms changing as he came closer. The Clown was out to play, and you did not know how or when you would get your sweet man back.

He knelt as you crab crawled away from him. He was laughing at your fear. Whether you were pretending for the sake of the game or feared this side of your man only you knew. But your heart was beating fast as his smiling Pennywise face got with within an inch of yours.

“Boo.” He cackled demonically. “You better run, little one.”

You got up quickly and darted one way then the other trying to find a place to hide. But you knew you could never truly hide from him. He was quick once he got up and began to hunt you.

“I’ve missed you.” He came around the corner. “I’ve craved you.”

You could see him but hoped he did not see you.

“I’m going to find you.”

You closed your eyes tightly and put your hand over your mouth. For some reason this seemed the best strategy. If you could not see him. If he could not hear you breathing maybe...”

“I’m going to eat you up.” Pennywise growled.

You could feel his breath on your face. You let go of your mouth. Then opened your eyes. He was drooling. His eyes floating in their sockets. You let out a blood curdling scream as he pulled you out of the hiding place and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Get ready to float.” Pennywise mused as he carried you into his layer.

He tossed you onto the bed. Tearing at your cloths Pennywise shredded them quickly. He dipped his head between your thighs to eat you out with delight. He made little high-pitched noises as he did so. And you were wet, all turned on by the chase. “Daddywise, please.” you moaned as he teased your pussy.

He was sucking at your clit until your writhed. Then darted his tongue over your slit to lick up all your juices. He worked you to the edge multiple times as you begged him to let you float in the glorious high of ecstasy you needed.

“You are such a fucking bastard, Daddywise.” Your core ached for release. “You know I need it.” You whined.

He looked up at you tilting his head from left to right. Your juices glistening on his lips. He laughed. “Time to float.”

Pennywise dove back down working you up again. This time he made you float so high you never wanted to come down from your blissful orgasm. You laid there panting after as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Bill came back into the bed with just his boxer briefs on. He pulled you into his chest kissing your temple softly. “Nightmares are back, baby. Can we just fuck them away?”

Your thighs were still trembling but you nodded yes. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, inched his underwear down and put it on before making love to you. He was slow and passionate hitting you exactly right. It did not take long for him to build your pleasure up once again and tip you over the edge with him coming soon after.

Bill was so gentle and loving but you knew you had not seen the last of Pennywise. He had to put the suit back on in two days. That would make the nightmare even crazier.

Bill had a 6 a.m. call time the next morning. He was gone by the time you woke. You were sitting up to stretch when you saw it. A note right on your nightstand. You picked it up.

It was fun playing with you last night, little one.

You will find me at the carnival.

Unless I find you first.

You crumbled up the paper. Heart beating with excitement and fear. When you got out of bed you pulled the top dresser drawer open to search for the lighter Bill kept there. He tried not to smoke consistently but he kept it around. You burned the note.

You put on one of Bill’s sweaters before making your way to the kitchen. The coffee was still warming in the pot. You made a cup and went into the living room with your cellphone in hand. You checked through your email before flipping through channels on the television. Every channel was playing some version or chapter of IT.You flipped off the TV.

It really creeped you out until you realized that it was the day before Halloween. Of course, several channels were playing one of the best horror movies of all time. You tried to laugh away the chilling sensation down your spine. But you still decided to read instead of turning the television back on.

Bill video called you around lunchtime just as you got out of the shower. A towel wrapped around your body when you answered.

“I guess I caught you right out of the shower.” He grinned.

“I guess you did.” You giggled. “How is your Day going?”

“It’s fucked.” He griped. “It is like people think their weekend time off has already started. Everyone but me. The director is on a rampage pissing and moaning. We are going to try to shoot two more scenes before we lose the natural light of the sun. I might make it home before midnight. Sorry, I didn’t call you to complain. I just wanted to hear your sweet voice and see how beautiful you look.”

“I’m glad you called.” You tried to think of things to say without mentioning the note. That would not put him in a good head space for his current job. Plus, you rather keep Pennywise away until the carnival. “Thank you for keeping the coffee warming for me. I was snuggling in your burnt orange sweater most of the day just reading.”

“What are you reading, Älskade?” He licked his lips. He knew how much you loved when he called you the Swedish pet name for beloved.

You whimpered a little before answering. “Angry God, All Saints High Book 3.”

“How about you show me what happened in the book when I get home tonight?” He winked. “I know that is one of those steamy ones you enjoy reading and acting out.”

“I think I have a particular passage we could have fun with.” You smirked.

“Hey Bill, we are ready to start.”

“I have to go.” He sighed. “Make sure you eat today. Love you>”

“Love..”

He had to disconnect to head back to work. You eat as he reminded you. Then went back to reading your book imagining Bill doing all the good things you were reading. You put the book down when it became too much. You took a few deep breaths. You can wait for Bill to get home.

You clean the house. Then watch a non-clown related scary movie. You wake from dozing off during a third movie in the franchise you were watcching. It is already after midnight. You head to bed in one of Bill’s t-shirts and nothing else. You figure he had to work later than he expected.

Bill is completely exhausted when he finally makes it home. He takes a quick shower before sliding into bed next to you his head lays on your chest. His arm flopped over your waist. You sighed deeply still mostly asleep turning to hold him.

“You all right, baby?” You mumbled.

“mm” was the only sound he made before you both fell asleep.

You both slept in Saturday Oct 31st. When you finally woke Bill was mostly quiet, other than some pleasantries. He gave you a few small kisses through the afternoon. He made a delicious brunch that would sustain you into the evening. Treats later at the carnival would be enough. The carnival neither of you mentioned.

You were cuddling on the couch when he realized the time. “I have to get it.”

“Get what.” You were not sure for a second what he meant. Then a small bit of panic rolls over your face.

“The costume is in the back of our closet.” He got up. “I can’t believe they gave me that thing. I guess in times like this I am glad. Remember how much I love you at the end of the night.”

“I know.” You try to smile. “I love you too.”

He gets the outfit and everything that makes Pennywise, Pennywise from the back of the closet. You shiver as you hear Pennywise laughter. He comes out from the bedroom with everything in a garment bag and makeup case.

He is silent as you follow him out to the black SUV. He drives holding your hand. Both of you seem a little nervous.

“Are you going to help with his Make-up?” Bill finally broke the silence.

“I could.” you bite your lip.

“You should.” Bill brings your hand up to kiss your pulse point.

You turn on the radio. Both of you sing along to your favorite songs. It is bad singing, but it breaks the tension until you pull into the destination.

It is late after when you get to the carnival. White, orange, and red lights brighten the scene as dusk slowly starts to descend. Landon is waiting as you walk up to the entrance.

“Hey, man thanks for doing this.” He started to walk and talk. “I have a private tent set up over here for you to get ready. Do you need any help or snacks?”

“I am helping him.” You smiled uneasily.

“Great.” Landon nodded and smiled.

Bill’s bottom lip stuck out as he smiled wide or no not Bill. The performance was already starting. “Cotton candy.” He sounded giddy. And two red balloons. One for me and one for my sweet girl. Would you like a red balloon too silly boy?” He sounded a bit menacing as he asked the last question.

“Um I should save them for the kids.” He started backing out of the tent slow. “You cool?” He looked to you.

You just nodded. When Landon left, it was just you and Bob Grey. Bob Grey stripped to get fully into his Pennywise character. You helped him put on the costume. Landon brought the balloons and cotton candy while you were doing the Pennywise make-up.

“Looks great.” Landon swallowed hard a little terrified of the clown. “The Fun House is on the other side of the carnival so just walk or stalk through and do your thing.”

Pennywise looked at him and giggled. “What do you think, little one?” He was speaking to you yet still staring at Landon. His voices deepening to a gravel tone “He’ll float too. At the end of the He’ll float too.”

Landon jetted, hoping this was still a good idea. He thought it might be the worst idea he ever had. But it was too late to call Pennywise off now. He was going to be let loose on the carnival within a few hours.

You had perfected helping him into the outfit, wig and putting Pennywise’s clown face on him. It still took a good four hours to get him ready. His white gloved hands creeping over your body as he giggled and growled did not help. Eventually you were. Done.

He handed you a balloon and the cotton candy. “Time to play hide and seek. Go on and try to hide from Pennywise. Go on and play.” He giggled. I will find you soon enough.”

You made a b-line for the exit. You knew exactly what he wanted from you. And there was no where you could really hide. You just hoped he did not scare the children to much.

Pennywise stalked into the night with a red balloon in hand. As the guests start to see him, they have a few different reactions. Some drop whatever snack is in their hand and back away slowing. That is when Pennywise walks towards them.

“Is it play time friends?” He cackled at a group that looked like they were unsure how real this all was. They ran from his view. After they got far enough away, they laughed at the fear the moment built in their chests.

When he caught some girls ogle him. Their boyfriends trying to be tough as shit. He slunk closer right behind one of the boys blabbing about how Pennywise could never scare him. He would protect the girlsl.

“I won’t let some pussy actor in a costume frighten...”

He stopped as Pennywise’s breath was felt on his neck. The others just stared behind the blowhard at the massive scary clown.

“Um Trevor maybe you should run.” His girl Beth suggested.

“Yes, Trevor.” Pennywise drooled on his shoulder. “Run!”

The group bolted to the other side of the carnival. Trevor quickly untucked his shirt to hide the pee spot on his chinos.

Pennywise gets over to some children with their parents waiting to get on a merry-go-round. As the gate opens for the ride the children pull the hands of the adults to go quickly. All but one little boy with his Mother can get on this time around. The child’s eyes were huge round saucers as Pennywise smiled at him.

He knelt to the child. “You want a balloon little boy?”

A roaming photographer was snapping pictures capturing the moment as Pennywise attempted to hand the boy a balloon. He shook his head no, burying his face in his Mother’s side.

Pennywise whined pouting. “Please, be my friend. No one will be my friend. I’m just a silly clown trying to make you smile and you won’t even look at me.” He looked up at the boy’s Mother who seemed to be memorized by his stare. “Maybe, your Mommy will be my friend?”

The kid shakes his head an emphatic no and his Mother giggled. “There is nothing wrong with this talented man dressed as a creepy clown, Joshua. Now turn around to get your picture taken.” She took the balloon Pennywise offered.

Pennywise was giddy with laughter. He put his arm around the shaking boy who smiled fearfully. He was not sure if he was more scared of the clown or what his Mother would do to him if he did not listen to her.

Pennywise got up to fully standing over the child’s Mother. “Now it is time to float.” He started showing his razor-sharp teeth.

Just then the gate opened for them to get on the ride. Joshua pulled his Mother away from what looked to him a dangerous situation. Part of her was a little frightened for a moment but mostly she about creamed her pants with excitement.

Pennywise left the kiddie area to stalk his favorite prey. The woman that helped him break though to this world once again. He was careful in the night air. Quiet as he could be other than a jingle from time to time, he hoped you would hear and know he was coming for you.

You walked around the carnival enjoying your cotton candy. Always having an ear open for him. You watched from afar as he scared the piss out of the jock. Him and his friends ran right passed you. You snickered. You saw him scare the younger ones near the merry-go-round. Then saw the lust in one Mother’s eyes and smirked.

There were a lot of shadow places to hide as you made your way to the fun house. You did not think he could see you even though you could hear a jingle. You were constantly spinning to look around you when you heard a noise. Then it was only a few feet of open space to get to the Fun House.

Pennywise was lurking. He enjoyed the chase. He loved the way you looked so panicky. The way you looked over your shoulder straight at him. But you never saw him in the shadows.

The carnival was winding down. People were streaming out. You thought if you timed things exactly right you could hide in the stream of people to get in the Fun House. Lights were being dimmed or shut off as you made your break from behind the tilt-a-whirl, though the crowd, and right into the beast’s mouth. You heard screaming as you looked around to find your way through.

Pennywise came bounding out of the darkness with a snarl. Everyone who were walking slowly towards the exit picked up the pace. They screamed as he walked after them. He was always just steps behind. Some were laughing by the time they got to their vehicles. Others were holding their chests from their hearts beating so fast. A few little kids were crying. All agreed it was the best haunted carnival where a werewolf or Pennywise could be around the next corner.

You kicked through the giant beach balls easily. Then dodged some blowup clowns in a room full of them. You were trying to find your way out of a pitch-black room you had to feel your way around when Pennywise entered the Fun House.

He popped the beach balls as he made his way across the room. He punched every blow up clown. A few came back up to smack him back. You heard him scream, “You fucking fake clowns are no match for Pennywise.” He growled. “I’m going to find you, little one.”

He was going into the darkroom as you made it out. You saw the light from him entering. He saw where you exited. The next room was a mirror maze.

“Fuck.”

You started to try to navigate your way. Then you heard him. The laughter of your clown from all directions. It was only seconds after that you saw him everywhere just smiling wickedly at you. There was nowhere to go but hopeful making it to the exit before him.

You felt around the glass to the next section. Pennywise giggled as he disappeared from your sight. You turned to right and then to the left and found way through behind you. His cackle echoed and when you thought you were almost free you slammed into a mirror almost knocking yourself out.

When you opened your eyes, his face was right up against the glass in front of you. He looked quite silly with his cute little nose squished against the window like he was looking a glorious Christmas display on the other side, or a delicious meal being prepared just for him. As he licked his lips you realized it was the latter to him.

Then he did the thing. That thing that made you gasp aloud as you watched IT Chapter two. He licked the glass like it was wet ass pussy and he knew that sight would make your legs weak. And this was no artificial dog tongue. This was the real thing. You knew what he could do to you with it too.

You pressed your thighs together. A whimper escaped your lips. He laughed. “Daddywise is going to make you float, little one. If not, tonight I will find you.”

How could he be so damn hot, funny, and scary as Hell? You made it to the slide twisting down to the ground. You were not sure Pennywise could even fit. It would be a tight queeze if he could. As soon as you hobbled a few stepped you heard the howl. You whirled your head around and you screamed.

Landon laughed his ass off. “A little jumpy, are we?” He had fury werewolf hands on and some fur around his face. Teeth of a wolf completed his makeshift costume,

You smacked his chest. “Not funny. I have been hiding from Pennywise all night and he is fucking nuts.”

He chuckled again. “Well, it is time to wrap up these childish games. Everyone else left. We are going to clean up in the morning. It is time to go home.”

“You are going to float, little one.” Pennywise yelled from the top of the slide.

“Hide.” You told Landon as you darted around the ticket booth.

“I got this.” He smirked. “I think I had a similar dance like this with him before. If he can ever get out of that slide.”

Pennywise could be heard scooting and grumbling as he shimmied down the twisty slide made for children and average sized adults. He ended up falling out of the bottle head first.

Landon growled. Pennywise sneered when he made it to his feet. “Oh, what big eyes you have puppy. But not as big as mine.”

The werewolf kept snarling as Pennywise came closer.

“And what a nose.” He giggled. “I could chomp it right off. And those teeth almost as sharp as mine.” He showed off his sharp mouth full of razors. “Where is the girl and I might let you go.”

“I will save the girl from the liked you.” The werewolf challenge throwing his body towards the clown. “Your game here is over.”

Pennywise pinned the werewolf to the ticket booth. You were right on the other side. Your eyes peeking through a window watching to make sure things were not going too far. It seemed to you they were starting to.

“My tasty girl wants me, not a scruffy creature like...”

The werewolf squirmed. “Enough already Bill. I get it. Pennywise vs. The werewolf, Pennywise wins.”

“Always,” Pennywise giggled. “I am Pennywise the Dancing Clown. The eater of worlds. I easily can eat you.” He opened his mouth starting to freak Landon out a bit.

“Fuck, man.”

“Pennywise.” You came out from your hiding place. “Put the werewolf down.”

Pennywise looked at you, tilting his head like he was confused. “Playtime?”

“No, playtime is over.” You were firm with him.

He dropped Landon. “Play more. We were having fun. Pennywise have more fun with little one.” He pouted like a child.

“No, it is time to sleep.” you tried to demand.

“No, no, no.” He stomped. “One more game, please?” Pennywise begged you.

Landon did not know what to make of how his large friend was acting.

“All right.” You caved to his demand. “One more game. How about you chase me back to the dressing tent. Then you are done.”

“Yes.”

You started running. Pennywise walked his huge steps after you. Landon went to take his costume off in the tent right beside the one you and Bill were going to. Pennywise let you get to the opening of the tent before he swooped you up.

He sat in the make-chair. Your legs wrapped around him and the chair. You Both giggled as you opened the large pack of make-up remover towelettes and adhesive remover pads.

He booped your nose. “Pennywise loves playing with you, little one.”

“I like playing with you too.” You kissed him. “But the time for games are over. We are both a little tired. Time to go to sleep, Pennywise.”

He pouts. But that changes as you take out his teeth. His face relaxes as you remove the make-up. The adhesive remover helps to take the wig off.

“Bill, I will take this stuff to the car.” You climb off his lap and start packing it all up as he slides off the costume and hangs it neatly in the garment bag. “You should go talk to Landon before we leave.

Bill takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I hope this event made plenty of money for the children’s hospital.”

“I think it did.” you walk out with the stuff.

Bill and Landon meet up right outside the tent.

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Bill asked.

“And more than I could have ever imagined.” Landon offered him a cigarette. “So, you on board for next year.”

Bill lit the cigarette when Landon held a lighter up. “Sure thing.”

“ shee-it .” They said in unison and laughed.

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 3 years ago

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I was asked to search for a missing Norwegian girl caught up in the Moonies – Petra

▲ Me as an au pair in 1989.

In the mid 1980’s at the age of 21, I was an au pair in California, United States. I lived in Mill Valley, a fancy neighborhood north of the Golden Gate bridge.

In my free time I used to go to the Swedish Church, located on Hyde Street between Lombard Street and Fisherman’s Wharf, in downtown San Francisco. The church was a safe haven for au pairs and other folks from Europe who had gone out to explore the big world.

One day I stumbled into two Norwegian siblings who had come to the States to look for their younger sister. Some years before she had been caught up in a Korean cult called the Unification Church and they were very concerned about her well-being since they’d lost all contact with her.

▲ Mr. and Mrs. Moon greet the Russian president Mikhail Gorbachev and his wife Raisa. A handshake that according to the movement legitimized Sun Myung Moon as being the Messiah.

Sun Myung Moon founded the Unification Church. He passed away in 2012; he was a self-proclaimed Messiah who said he had met the biblical Jesus and now had his mandate to establish God’s Kingdom on earth. [ LINK to Moon and Jesus ]

As a Moonie you serve Mr. Moon, also referred to as ‘True Father’. You do this by recruiting new members, raising money to the movement and eventually you marry a partner chosen by Mr. Moon.

A true win win-situation for the cult.  If you are truly blessed you can give away your children through adoption. This is a true win-win situation, because by doing so a childless couple somewhere out there finally becomes a real family and you can once again give ‘True Father’ your full attention without the distraction of a child. This is the ultimate proof of love and devotion.

The cult had a recruiting base downtown and a training camp in the mountains a few hours’ drive north of San Francisco. Since the siblings would not be welcome into the cult’s surroundings, they asked me if I wanted to make my way into the organization by allowing myself ‘to be recruited’ by the cult. Hopefully, on the inside, I would be able to locate their sister, so that they could take action and arrange for her to be kidnapped and deprogrammed by a special team that was standing by. And oh, could I barely wait!

The Preparation I prepared myself by watching interviews with ex-members on videotape so that I knew what special treatment I could expect.

I learned about how love-bombing – overwhelming and unmotivated love and attention – in combination with little sleep and a tight schedule would serve their purpose to indoctrinate me and make me one of them.

I also met with psychologists and deprogrammers who showed me things I should be aware of, and take precautions against.

The plan was simple.

We would arrange for me to be picked up by a Moonie in Union Square in downtown San Francisco – a place where they recruit many new members. I would then agree to come along to their student camp in the mountains.

▲ Union Square in San Francisco

Once in the camp I would take a lot of pictures, without attracting unnecessary attention. Lots of parents around the world had children hidden in the cult, and if I could return with picture proof that their sons and daughters were in the camp, captors stood ready to steal back the young people to their families.

Most important of all was that I went home when the weekend camp was over. I was under no circumstances allowed to stay after the four day long camp ended. Though, I was told that both the car and the phone were always ‘broken’ on the last evening of the camp – to prevent people from leaving. The reason was simply that they occasionally needed more time to break some of the visitor’s mental defenses.

The Recruitment 

One Saturday we got to work. I dressed myself typically Swedish (neon-colored shorts), took a visible stand at the square, unfolded a big tourist map and waited. All supervised by the kidnappers who stood at a safe distance.

After approximately 15-20 minutes I hear a voice behind me; ”Hello?” I turned around and meet Ted for the first time, my ticket into the Unification Church. By coincidence the next camp started next Thursday

Did I need help, I seemed lost? Was I only passing through? Ah, I came from Sweden, that’s sounds nice. Ted told me that he belonged to an international Student organization. And by the way, would I be interested in sharing a cup of coffee at their office nearby?

 A few hours later I had finished my coffee, seen the picture of the Organization’s founder on the wall and met countless of smiling students who all spoke inspiringly of a camp in the mountains.

By coincidence the next camp started next Thursday. Ted asked me if I wanted to come along. Of course I wanted.

After a few hours’ drive in an old minivan filled with young people, we reached our destination – Maacama Hill.

▲ The girls’ building at Camp K, Maacama Hills

▲ The kitchen at Camp K

The pace was rapid right from the start with early mornings, late nights, and intense activities all day long. I was not left alone for one second.

New boys were constantly shown attention by the sweetest Moonie girls — and new girls shown the same by the most charming Moonie boys.

▲ Camp K leaders, Susan on the left.

As time went by, the small talk more and more turned towards existential questions. Had I ever thought about the meaning of life? Was I satisfied with my life?

Then we were introduced to the first lecture in the class room. Participation was voluntary, of course, but not going to the lectures was simply not an option.

Soon we spent more time in the classroom than we did on the volleyball court. The purpose of the teaching was to prove that Sun Myung Moon was the new Messiah.

Now it was getting really hard to do this spy thing. It was emotionally hard. I felt as if I was betraying the new young people in the camp since I saw them becoming prey for the cult without being able to warn them. But how could I?

I had been sent into the camp with a mission and I simply could not reveal my true identity without endangering my assignment.

And besides, what would the leaders do if they found out I was a spy? My quest was to take as many pictures as possible, lay low and get a ride home on Sunday night. Period.

▲ Lecture on the Divine Principle: “Jesus failed, since he died on the cross, right? So a new Messiah would have to complete the Mission, right?” (Picture: HERE)

Everything became more intense as we got closer to Sunday. The generally held “Good to see you” songs at breakfast were replaced by religious songs with lyrics about the ‘True Father’. A short prayer was held before every meal and the discussions became more personal and intrusive, the breaks got shorter and the lessons longer.

On the Saturday evening we had a barbecue on the river bed. When all the sausage and marshmallows were eaten, there was a revival meeting.

▲ I am wedged between two Moonie friends. (Picture: HERE)

Two dark-haired sisters sang religious songs with empathy, and with tears running down their cheeks, they explained how they had found the true meaning of life in the Unification Church.

▲ Happy sisters. (Picture: HERE)

Then one of the leaders gave a short sermon with such passion that the fire next to him faded in comparison.

▲ Camp K mini-store

______________________________

How did Petra get out?

Full story and more photos:

https://petrahellsing.wordpress.com/2015/06/24/search-for-a-moonie/

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Camp K, aka Maacama Hill, Unification Church recruitment camp

Moonwebs by Josh Freed (the book was made into a movie)

Crazy for God: The nightmare of cult life by Christopher Edwards

Ford Greene – the former Moonie became an attorney

My Time with the Oakland Family Moonies – by Peter from New Zealand

Testimony of Ingo Michehl – assault by Japanese leader caused lung collapse

The Moonie recruitment camps in Northern California

Resources for Recovering from Cults and Abusive Relationships

‘Misunderstanding Cults’ book  – Introduction and chapters by Benjamin Beit-Hallami and by Benjamin Zablocki

#Petra #Camp K #Moonies #Sun Myung Moon #Unification Church #deceptive recruitment #coercion

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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Can you do from the fluff the 3 and 31 with elias pettersson

So, wait, I really like this one? Also, don’t hate me because it’s set in New England, I’m just wishing I was up at Smuggler’s Notch ATM because anywhere is better than here

3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

31. “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

Send me a boy and a number from this prompt list!

Fall in Vancouver had nothing on the fall in New England you saw when you were visiting your cousins a few years ago. Every time the season changed, your cousins would send you pictures of the fall foliage, brilliant colors of yellows, reds, and oranges making the landscape look like something out of a storybook instead of photos on a crappy iPhone camera. You wanted desperately to go back and visit them, unable to because of a lack of money and a lack of time. You could easily make the time to go and see your family, but it was definitely the money you had a hard time making.

Your phone started buzzing, picture after picture showing up on your screen. “Wow, where is that?” your boyfriend asks, peeking over your shoulder as you cuddle up against him and jealously scroll through the pictures.

“You know my cousins in Vermont? This is at our family’s ski house in Smuggler’s Notch.”

“That’s beautiful. Almost as beautiful,” he says, tilting your chin up to him as he ghosts your lips, “as you are.” His lips lazily connect with yours, more purpose showing in his kiss the longer you held contact.

“You’re so cheesy,” you tease him, going back to the pictures from the Notch. “I wish I could be there right now. New England is one of my favorite places.”

“Why don’t we go?” he suggests, earning a laugh from you. “No, seriously, I have a week before the season starts to do what I want, we could easily fly to the Robber’s Nook and stay with your family.”

“Smuggler’s Notch,” you correct him, a small smile on his face. “And you know I can’t afford a ticket there. And we would need to get a car since we’d probably have to fly into Boston, plus we would need to get food, ask my aunt if it’s ok, figure out exactly how long we could be there, pack,” you start to ramble, only to be cut off by him kissing you. “I can still talk after you kiss me like that, you know that, right?”

“Yes, but it’s more fun to cut you off that way. And don’t worry about it. I’ll cover it. I’ll get the tickets right now,” he says, pulling out his phone. “We leave tomorrow.”

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You were shocked by how fast everything came together, your family leaving you and Elias the ski house for the entire week, leaving you free to hike, to visit Lake Champlain which was only about a half an hour drive away, to explore the Notch and just have fun with each other. The week went by in a blur, coming up on one of your last nights in Vermont with Elias.

You were sitting on the couch, watching a movie on Netflix, cuddled up together under the blankets you found in the closet. “We should have made cocoa,” Elias complains, shifting so he was more comfortable as you lay on his chest.

“That’s too wintery. Oh! We could go see if the store has apple cider! Hot apple cider is so much better!” you say like a giddy child. Hot apple cider was always guaranteed when you were with your cousins during the fall and early winter.

“Apple cider? Like apple juice?”

“It’s like, apple juice spiced with cinnamon and brown sugar. It’s better, I promise,” you tell him, dragging him out of the house, forgetting the movie altogether.

He watches you bounce up and down the entire way to the store, excited about having another fall in New England staple to share with your Swedish boyfriend. You get up to the register, he can’t help but pick up the small hard, leaf-shaped candies. “What are these?”

“Maple candy? It’s basically hardened maple syrup.” He looks at the candy, confused. You take them out of his hand, handing them to the person ringing you up. “We’ll take these, too.”

You walk back to the house, hand in hand, Elias with the apple cider waiting the be heated up and you trying to open the candy with one hand to pop into his mouth. The two of you laugh as you nearly drop it on it the ground, saving it just in time to throw it in. You stop walking, taking a moment to just breathe in the crisp, night air. Everything around you was so peaceful. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. I would move here in a heartbeat,” you say.

“You really love it here,” Elias points out, his voice dropping.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“I love it here with you.” You smile at him, even though he has an obvious frown on his face. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he starts, “Would you move here?”

You think about it for a moment. Would you leave Vancouver? Would Elias be coming with you? “If all the circumstances were right, I would consider it.”

“What about me?” he asks, dropping your hand and looking down at the ground. Even under the moonlight, you could see the tears forming in his eyes over whatever it was he was thinking about.

“What do you mean? I would move here with you.” He looks up at you, a tear falling down his face, “Is that what you’re worried about? That I would come here without you? E, I’m never going to leave you, I promise.”

“Really?”

“How could I? You flew me to one of my favorite places in the world for a week just to see me happy. You’ve put up with all my antics all week. You’re everything I could have ever wanted, and more. Who else is going to put up with me?” You reach up, whipping the tears that stained his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

“No one, probably,” he jokes, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say, getting on your toes to kiss him. “Now, come on, we have hot apple cider and a movie waiting for us.”

#elias pettersson #elias pettersson imagines #petey #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagines #canucks #canucks imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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scottymcgeesterwrites · 3 years ago

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Some Goddamn Curtains

When I was in college, I kept getting the compliment, “Wow, your room is really nice for a guy.” I never understood what that meant for the longest time. Then I actually paid attention to how most guys kept their dorm room. I once waited for a guy to get ready to head down to an event. I realized that I had never actually stepped foot in his room, much less even glanced inside of it. So when he stepped out and said he was ready to go, I leaned to the side over his shoulder and oh my god it was like downtown Baghdad during the worst of the Iraq War. Damn bruh, you live like this? I liked all my college roommates but the most untidiest one was in sophomore year. He left his toothbrush lying around in the open in a sock drawer, and it would end up somewhere else each night. Maybe he liked to play scavenger hunts to keep himself on his toes? He never put the DVDs back in their respective cases. I once couldn’t wait to watch Iron Man with a friend at their dorm, only to open the case once I got there and realize that my roommate had replaced it with Season 1 of Martin. He would also do this thing where he would drink a can of Coke (that I bought), not finish it, put it back in the fridge, then later open a new can of Coke that he didn’t feel like finishing, and rinse and repeat. First year roommate wasn’t that bad. Third year roommate was nearly as tidy as I was. Then in my fourth and final year I lived alone, so my sense of the idea that “guys were messy” didn’t really hit me because I’ve only had one bad experience and chalked it up to “It was just that one guy”. I’m 31, and by now I have noticed people saying things like, “Oh my God I was actually thinking about what curtains I liked and I’m such an adult. This is what adult thinking is like. I’m adulting now.”

I hate hearing shit like that. I grew up blithely admitting liking things that an adult would “normally like”, such as curtains. The curtains thing came up in high school when I hung out at the senior lounge. The senior lounge was this bare room that looked like it was meant for old people to sit and play bingo. It was boring and dull and I hated it. It felt more lke a prison cafeteria really, with some worn out couches. I would bring my video games to that lounge, namely GoldenEye 007, to play with friends during our free period. The room didn’t have any curtains, so at a certain time in the afternoon, the sun would beat down directly onto the screen, making it difficult to see properly. A lot of us would squint and move closer or lean forward. I then said, “This room needs some curtains.”

A pause, and then someone replied, “Did you just say this room needs curtains?” And I was like, “Yeah. Maybe something blue. Something dark.”

And he looked at me and scoffed, and all the other guys did the same - they gave me this funny sideways glance and scoffed. I asked what the problem was, but they mostly shook their heads in disbelief. I was frankly annoyed by their response. So I said, louder, “This room needs some goddamn curtains”, because I thought it was perfectly fucking reasonable that a person would logically do something about the fucking glare from the fucking sun. Maybe they liked blinds better. Who knows? But it took me ages to fully realize two things: 1. It’s not socially acceptable for boys to be interested in style - whether it be about living spaces or clothes. I was fiercely made fun of for the clothes I wore as a kid throughout young adult life. I hated all kinds of t-shirts. I think growing up thin and gangly made me too self-aware of my arms. But I never specifically wanted to wear anything that had a band name or a company logo or even my favorite video game or movie. I would feel like a walking advertisement, and that would piss me off. I often liked ties, long-sleeved shirts, and sweaters. I never left the house in sweatpants or pajamas. I always had to comb my hair and put on a good shirt. Sweatpants were when you worked out or worked around the house fixing things. I grew up in Catholic school, so we had uniforms. On dress down days, my classmates would come up to me and say, “Eddie, you were supposed to dress DOWN, not up” or “I can’t believe you’re wearing that on a dress down day!”. I didn’t have a problem with people dressing how they dressed. Sure I was never into the goth thing, but I didn’t want to judge. I just wanted to dress how I wanted to dress. And maybe I was influenced in some way by how my parents dressed me up, and maybe other times I did feel embarrassed, but I knew that at the end of the day I would wear what felt most comfortable to me. Sometimes my mom would give me a sweater that was a tad too bland, so I went to the bathroom once I got to school and took it off. I would like the polo but untucked it and unbuttoned the top buttons. Half-and-half. Right idea, but lemme wear it like this instead. College was really when I started to develop my everyday style, my “main outfit”, like a video game character. I always wore some untucked button-down shirt with a tie, jeans, and sneakers. I liked it. It was this weird blend of dressing up and dressing down. People my age thought I was overdressed but my parents and people over 50 complained that I was underdressed. It was great! It feels so special to piss off both sides! My parents still remember the time I got an award at college and I went up the stage wearing that getup. You look at the picture and see the students standing side-by-side in nice dresses and dockers, and then there’s me wearing jeans and sneakers with a shirt and tie. There always seemed to be this false dichotomy for how men should look and be - either the dapper “metrosexual” man who was slightly effeminate or the rough-and-tumble strong man who didn’t need to use an umbrella when it rained and never cared to fix his hair because that’s some “gay shit” for silly city folk. That false dichotomy is always played out in media. There’s a million buddy cop movies about the book-smart guy who is suave and sophisticated teaming up with the street-smart guy who is all muscle and manly and goes for the more practical route. Yin and Yang. Hot and cold. Good cop and bad cop. Lucky and Wild. Tango and Cash. But growing up I thought, “Why not both?” I loved watching James Bond as much as I loved watching Indiana Jones. Why couldn’t I be both if I really wanted to? It fit me best to play both roles. I AM GOING TO MIX THESE TWO THINGS AND YOU CAN’T FUCKING STOP ME! I WILL BE BOTH BOOK-SMART AND STREET-SMART. I KNOW THE QUADRATIC EQUATION AND HOW TO CON SOMEONE. THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM. The fucking worst though is being an adult now and hearing women wish they knew a guy who “dressed properly”, and men complimenting my clothes saying I look sharp.

Fuck all of you, honestly. 2. Young people are afraid to admit they like things that adults like. I grew up with extended family members living in cozy homes. I liked to admire their grandfather clocks, their decanters, their entertainment center, their offices and their chairs. I liked to wander around their houses during the holidays and poke my nose into their closets and admire old things. Maybe it’s something that an only-child might relate to the most. I wasn’t required or asked to be upstairs to attend a younger or older sibling. The adults just did their own thing and so I wandered off. Ikea always tickled my fancy as a kid. I would wander through the model rooms of offices and bedrooms and bathrooms, and I found whatever felt coziest to me and pretended that I was home. Better yet, I sometimes daydreamed that the entire Ikea facility was my home. How about that? Tired of sleeping on the bunk bed? Go to the next room to the big bed. I feel like cooking in that kitchen today, not this one. Some days I’ll feel more serious and work in the wooden office desk and other days I’ll feel silly and be in the kids room. I’ll take the whole building, please. This is where I live now. Swedish meatballs for dinner and creamy European chocolate bars for dessert every day. Young people fear being old and facing responsibilities. That doesn’t mean you liking these things makes you older. Taste and style is part of who you are, and there’s no shame if you have an interest in some bath mats or a nice decanter when you’re 20 or 17.

When I lived in my single dorm back in senior year of college, I realized that I was truly living alone for the first time. It brought some sanity to me that I didn’t know I needed. I was able to organize things how I saw fit, and hosted parties whenever I wanted. If I felt like something needed adjusting, I didn’t need to ask anybody’s permission. I really started exploring my sense of style and taste. As I grew up, I developed really specific tastes about where I would live: 1. Everything has to make sense. The placement of shelves, TVs, desks, dressers, paintings, pictures, all have to feel like they are easily viewed and accessible without needing to awkwardly turn to face them or reach them. 2. Symmetry is not always necessary but still good to fall back on when you don’t know what to do. 3. I never liked to sit with my back to the window(s) or the door. I always needed to see who or what was going to approach me or look at me. 4. TVs should never go on top of fireplaces. 5. Always have some kind of drawing room for guests to wait. 6. Never put your keys or sensitive documents in the foyer, drawing room, or wherever else strangers can easily find them the minute they walk into the house. 7. Open concept is pretentious. 8. It is far easier to cook if you have an island in the kitchen. 9. McMansions are the bane of style. Fake balconies, fake shutters, brick facades - everything about them is evil. 10. Get some goddamn curtains.

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vavuska · 4 years ago

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FRESH OFF THE BOAT, POSTERS AND ART

Season 1, 2 and 3 are HERE:

Season 4, 2017

In 2017, the cast of Fresh Off The Boat re-created the painting "Whistler's Mother" (1871) by James McNeill Whistler for a poster to promote the forth season of the show. Constance Wu posed as Whistler's mother, Anna McNeill Whistler.

Arrangement in Grey and Black No.1, best known under its colloquial name Whistler's Mother, is a painting in oils on canvas created by the American-born painter James McNeill Whistler in 1871. The subject of the painting is Whistler's mother, Anna McNeill Whistler. The painting is 56.81 by 63.94 inches (1,443 mm × 1,624 mm), displayed in a frame of Whistler's own design. It is held by the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, having been bought by the French state in 1891. It is one of the most famous works by an American artist outside the United States. It has been variously described as an American icon and a Victorian Mona Lisa.

Anna McNeill Whistler posed for the painting while living in London with her son at Cheyne Walk, Chelsea.

Several unverifiable stories relate to the painting of the work; one is that Anna Whistler acted as a replacement for another model who could not make the appointment. It is also said that Whistler originally envisioned painting the model standing up, but that his mother was too uncomfortable to pose standing for an extended period.

The image has been used since the Victorian era as an icon for motherhood, affection for parents, and "family values" in general, especially in the United States.

For example, the painting was used in "Fight for Her", a World War I recruitment poster from Canada, urging men to enlist with the Irish Canadian Rangers and to fight for the women in their lives. It appeals to notions of motherhood and family values that were popular at the time, and often attributed to this painting.

The painting become the subject of a 1934 three cent U. S. postage stamp "in memory and in honor of the mothers of America".

In 1938 the painting was used as model for Mothers' Memorial, a statue in Ashland, Pennsylvania. The Ashland Boys’ Association (A.B.A.), an organization of men and boys born in Ashland, raised the funds for the fabrication and erection of this monument.

The A.B.A. was formed in the early 20th century in response to the widespread job loss and dispersion of coal miners as mines began to fail. It was a homecoming organization that welcomed former Ashland residents back to their hometown. Men from all parts of Pennsylvania, as well as several other states, participated in these annual celebrations. The A.B.A. was the archetype of a poignant Pennsylvania story: how successive waves of industrialization and economic development create then destroy industries and communities, leaving large groups of people longing for the associations and comforts of family, friends and home. The Mother’s Memorial stands as a symbol of this sentiment.

The seven foot high three-dimensional sculpture was designed by Emil Siebern and sculpted by Julius Loester. Both artists were sculptors from New York who specialized in public art – funerary decoration, memorials, park statuary, etc. At the base of the statue you can read the words "a mother is the holiest thing alive".

Season 5, 2018

In 2018, the cast of Fresh Off The Boat posed for a Pop-Art poster, that recall the most famous of Andy Warhol seriography.

Andy Warhol was a neurotic and fragile child. Growing up in Depression-era Pittsburgh, he developed Sydenham chorea, a neurological disorder that left him confined to the house for months at a time. During his convalescence, he stoked an obsession with movie stars: he pored over fan magazines and even convinced his older brother, Paul, to write fan letters to the celebrities on his behalf. In exchange, the studios sent him dozens of headshots—autographed glossies of stars like Veronica Lake, Mae West, Marjorie Reynolds and, his all-time favourite, Shirley Temple, who misspelled his name in her personalized message. He painstakingly pasted each one into a cardboard scrapbook, arranging them in orderly grids.

That scuffed album is the key to understanding Andy Warhol: a whimsical career devoted to the reverence and ridicule of celebrity commodification. (Even his fluffy platinum-blond wig looked like a distorted tribute to Hollywood glamour.)

Born to a poor but close-knit Byzantine Catholic family, young Andy Warhol absorbed images of both the saintly icons on the altar of his local church and the glamorous stars he saw in the movies at his neighborhood cinema. Both would influence his life and art.

Warhol was an obsessive collection continued also in adult age: in the 1970s, when Hollywood studios were emptying their vaults, Warhol attended auctions to find photographic treasures. He purchased many photographs depicting celebrities past and present from the great collector John Kobal, and received others as gifts or discovered them at antique stores and flea markets.

After graduating, Andy Warhol moved to New York to become a commercial illustrator.

He was good at it too, creating magazine ads with a particular inky style that was very popular for a time.

Getting his art into the galleries, however, wasn’t so easy. Back then there was a clear line between fine art and commercial art, and Warhol had become a well-known commercial illustrator.

But Andy Warhol decided to use that to his advantage. He began to experiment with the stuff of commercialism itself—logos, trademarks, icons—things that had no fine art qualities at all.

Calling his studio "a factory", Warhol was interested in mass production, in commerce, and in the business of making money. Using repetition of similar or identical ready-made objects as a formal structure, he referred to himself as "a machine".

The use of repetition in the work of Andy Warhol is perhaps the most interesting and challenging components of his Pop Art.

In his works Warhol simultaneously celebrated and criticized consumption choices and mass (re)production, effectively turning his work into a repetitive whirlwind and establishing the grounds for the most successful Post–World War II art movement.

In the obsessive repetitions of Warhol, repetition produces a harmony which frees the shape from the contents.

Warhol's pop art can be seen as a relation to Minimal art in the sense that it attempts to portray objects in their most simple, immediately recognizable form.

On the occasion of Marilyn Monroe’s suicide in August 1962, Warhol used this image for his screenprinting. It was a publicity shot by Gene Korman for the film Niagara, made in 1953.

"In August 62 I started doing silkscreens. I wanted something stronger that gave more of an assembly line effect. With silkscreening you pick a photograph, blow it up, transfer it in glue onto silk, and then roll ink across it so the ink goes through the silk but not through the glue. That way you get the same image, slightly different each time. It was all so simple quick and chancy. I was thrilled with it. When Marilyn Monroe happened to die that month, I got the idea to make screens of her beautiful face – the first Marilyns."

Each print is vibrantly colored to reflect her vivacious personality. In many of the prints, her iconic lips are boldly colored a deep red. Many of the prints also emphasize her platinum blonde hair by adding variants of yellow. The colors ultimately bring to life Marilyn Monroe’s iconic status and celebrity glamour. By creating repetitive imagery, Warhol evokes her ubiquitous celebrity status.

Marylin Monroe is not a person anymore, she is become a commodity good, endlessly consumed by her public. (About how Marilyn Monroe become a sex symbol: LINK)

Season 6, 2019

In 2019, the cast of Fresh Off The Boat re-created the photo "Lunch atop a Skyscraper" (1932) by Charles C. Ebbets for a poster to promote the last season of the show.

The photo appeared the first in the Sunday photo supplement of the New York Herald Tribune on October 2, 1932.

The photograph was taken on September 20, 1932, on the 69th floor of the RCA Building during the last months of construction. According to archivists, the photograph was in fact prearranged. Although the photograph shows real ironworkers, it is believed that the moment was staged by Rockefeller Center to promote its new skyscraper.

Formerly attributed to "unknown", and often misattributed to Lewis Hine, it was credited to Charles C. Ebbets in 2003. Evidence confirming his authorship held in the Ebbets' Estate archives include original work orders showing invoices to Rockefeller Center for the time period surrounding the photo, letters of recommendation from his work at Rockefeller Center when the photo was taken, a copy of the original article from the NY Herald Tribune when the photo first appeared in 1932 in his own scrapbook of his work, photos from his office in NY taken in 1932 showing the image on a bulletin board display of his work, and a negative of him at work on the site that day.

The movie Men at Lunch traces some of the men to possible Irish origin, and the director reported in 2013 that he planned to follow up other claims from Swedish relatives. The film confirms the identities of two men: Joseph Eckner, third from the left, and Joe Curtis, third from the right, by cross referencing with other pictures taken the same day, on which they were named at the time. The first man from the right has been identified as Slovak worker Gustáv (Gusti) Popovič from the village of Vyšný Slavkov in the Levoča District. Popovič was originally a lumberjack and carpenter. In 1932 he sent his wife Mária (Mariška) a postcard with this photograph on which he wrote, "Don´t you worry, my dear Mariška, as you can see I'm still with bottle. Your Gusti."

Gustáv and Mária's joint grave in the Vyšný Slavkov cemetery is decorated with the picture.

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catboymingi · 4 years ago

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the king cuddles one - veninder chap. 6

navi/masterlist

story masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: crack if you will, fluff; eventual best friends to lovers

word count: 5.6k

warnings: a little language

a/n: the amount of googling it took me to find this one very specific game i played in sweden last year and whose name nor rules i was able to remember... the amount of research going into this fic... it was just supposed to be a oneshot but here we are

dine [venner], de skal holde deres kæft - your friends need to shut up

the teasing looks you got from the seven other boys didn’t stay hidden to you, but you didn’t exactly pay them much mind because you were having a good time, especially now that you’d made it clear that if it was about a penalty you simply wouldn’t join the game. when they found their protests to be of no use your friends complied, mainly just glad to have you there at all. it was nice and you seemed comfortable, laughing at their jokes and pretending to be exasperated when you kept losing until mingi (who seemed to be your single-person protection squad by now) said that you got to choose the next game.

“hmm… i want to play this game i played as a child when we visited my family in finland, because i want to win for once”, you made your decision known, then went to explain the rules in the worst possible korean because you translated them word-by-word from swedish.

“i’m the king, and i start. we clap like this”, you showed them, “and we need to keep the rhythm. then, all of you have a number, right? one to eight. the one to my left is number one, the one to my right is eight. it goes like that. i start, saying ‘the king’ when we do this”, clapping your knees, “calls”, hitting your chest, “and then the number, for example ‘four’”, clapping in front of your body. “and then number four has to react by the next time we have to clap our knees, and do the same, except say a different number, of course. if they miss a beat, or if they don’t react, they come to my right and become number eight, and every number that’s higher than four moves up one, so number five is now number four, number six is number five, and so on. did that make sense?”

they nodded, thinking that it didn’t sound too hard, but found themselves surprised when it was harder than they thought. you’d never even played the game in korean, yet you were much better than they were, despite having to get used to whole new words for what you only knew in swedish. jongho had managed to catch you off guard once, removing you from the king position, but you quickly climbed your way back up. your position stayed unchallenged after that, until san complained that it wasn’t fun if they didn’t even have the chance to win since you were so good.

“that’s how i felt all day!”, you protested, but you didn’t mind stopping. your ego had been built back up, and that had been the main purpose. plus, you’d neglected eating until now, so caught up in the games that your penalty was the only thing that had been eaten since you’d arrived. it was about time to no longer neglect what the oldest had without a doubt put a lot of effort into.

the food was amazing, even though you couldn’t even try half of it, but that would’ve been the case even if you did eat meat because there simply was way too much. the boys joked around and you joined in every now and then, mainly enjoying the atmosphere. if this was what pyjama parties were usually like then you wouldn’t mind having them more often.

“pyjama time!”, yunho exclaimed once everyone was done eating, which was met with varying enthusiasm, but everyone complied anyway. hongjoong showed you the bathroom so you could get changed, saying to come back to the living room whenever you were ready, and you nodded, smiling a little. you were glad to have a moment to yourself - you’d really enjoyed the day so far, but you also were still a little worried that you were somewhat out of place, that you didn’t really belong with them as much as they belonged with each other, and everything had been so loud and so much all the time; that was part of the fun, of course, but also a little exhausting when you weren’t used to it.

you were the last to come back into the living room, which resulted in all the seats being taken by the point you entered. instead of letting you sit on the floor in front of him mingi pulled you into his lap without hesitation, putting his head on your shoulder immediately. this left you slightly surprised - it wasn’t late enough for you to expect him to be tired and cuddly like this, but then again he had gotten up somewhat early today, so maybe that was why.

“tired?”

he chose not to reply, because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that you’d spent enough time with tired mingi to have noticed that he got immensely cuddly and affectionate in that state, instead informing you that you were going to watch a movie.

“we haven’t decided which one yet, though”, yeosang chimed in, and the discussion that had probably already been going before you entered resumed. they managed to decide on a movie you’d never heard of before, and you didn’t exactly care too much, or so you thought. you wouldn’t have cared if the movie hadn’t had jumpscares and horror movie adjacent scenes, which, to the boys’ defense, it seemed like they hadn’t known before either. and you hadn’t exactly revealed to them how much of a baby you were when it came to horror - that was left for them to discover when the first ghost appeared, jump-scaring you, and you shrieked out and almost caused not only you but also mingi and jongho, who was sitting next to you, to fall off the couch when you jerked your body away from the screen and tried to hide your face in mingi’s chest or neck or whatever place was easiest to reach, you didn’t even care.

“you okay?” you assumed it was seonghwa that had asked, but you refused to remove your face from the tall boy’s shirt because you were not about to risk being scared like that again.

“i guess this was a bad movie choice”, san answered for you, and you frantically nodded against the redhead whose arms were wrapped around you protectively.

“did it say anything about this in the movie description?” hongjoong, it sounded like.

“i don’t think so? they should put it there. there’s children here!”, yunho, in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood again.

“hey!” by the sound of jongho’s voice it became obvious that he was one of the children.

“they’ve turned the movie off, you don’t need to hide”, a calm, low voice reassured close to your head, though quiet enough to not startle you again. and because you knew he didn’t like scary either and wouldn’t lie to you about that you slowly lifted your head, turning to face the room again.

“we’re watching moomins now and none of you have any right to complain”, you informed the boys sternly, and while they didn’t exactly know what moomins was they didn’t even try to complain because they did feel guilty for having startled you like this. even when you searched for the movie you’d started with mingi earlier that week you refused to leave said boy’s lap; you hated to admit it, but you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.

the movie that you had chosen and that you could vouch would not scare you in the slightest did manage to calm your racing heart a little, enough for you to be able to act like a normal person when after the movie they decided to play some kind of “get to know you”-spin the bottle game. the rules were easy - the one to whom the bottle pointed had to answer the last person’s question, but it was only questions that would actually aid in getting to know the others, not the usual embarrassing “who in this room do you want to kiss” kind of questions that your old friends would inevitably have asked.

it quickly became obvious to you that the game was mainly played because of you, so they could ask you questions and you could ask them, because they seemed to struggle to think of questions to ask each other. after maybe half an hour you decided to skip the bottle spinning and just have them take turns asking you a question, and you’d ask the person that had asked you. you got to know a lot about them this way, random information that might be useful at some point or maybe might be entirely useless but that still was nice to know, and they got to still their curiosity about your multicultural and multilingual upbringing. you spent hours like this, telling stories about your life, first going to bed when you noticed that it was already past one in the night. your bed was prepared in the living room, because neither you nor mingi had wanted to suggest that you’d sleep in his room, but when you were laying on the couch trying to fall asleep but feeling uneasy and weird in a strange house after having watched a horror movie-like scene earlier you wished you had. you found it impossible to fall asleep, eyes either wide open or pressed shut tightly, and when you still weren’t asleep by three you decided that you might as well embarrass yourself and try to climb into the giant’s bed if you wanted to get any sleep at all.

his door was the only one where you knew who was hidden behind it, anyway. so you got up, wrapped tightly in the blanket which you used as your shield against whatever horrors lurked in the shadows, and pitter-pattered to his room. your first knock was so silent that you barely heard it yourself, but the next one was loud enough for him to hear and maybe even loud enough to wake him up, and a little while after you’d knocked - when you were about to knock again -, you heard some grumble-hum sound from behind the door.

you opened it slightly so you wouldn’t wake anyone else up, still clinging onto the blanket with a tight grip.

“i’m scared. can i sleep here?” it was a very primary school kind of request, but he didn’t seem to mind. he just shuffled in his bed (which you heard rather than saw since you’d refused to turn on any light, horrified of attracting the ghosts which you for some reason seemed to think reacted like moths to any source of light) and you toddled over, finding it somewhat hard to lay down since you were tightly wrapped in your blanket still.

“it was that bad?”, mingi mumbled when you’d finally become comfortable, though you were still hidden away from him, the only visible part of you being your head, even after he’d covered you in his blanket also.

“mhm. i’m a baby when it comes to horror. but i’m still sorry for bothering you.”

his arm wrapped around you protectively, pulling you close to his chest, as he shut your apology down.

“you’re not bothering me. now try to sleep, and if you can’t just wake me up and we’ll go watch a movie or something.”

you had no idea what you’d done to deserve his kindness, but you weren’t complaining. you didn’t even have it in you to feel guilty right now, you were too tired. so you shuffled even closer to his warmth and the protection his presence offered, face hidden against him, but you still couldn’t fall asleep. every single sound scared you, you flinched whenever you thought you heard or felt something, and though you didn’t want to have to wake him up you figured that it was your best option.

“mingi?” absolutely zero reaction, so you tentatively removed your hand from the safety of your blanket cocoon - it was still under mingi’s blanket, but your brain told you this was danger zone, so you tried to hurry in waking him - and gently pushed the boy’s chest. this woke him, to your surprise, low grumbling a telltale sign that he was in the realm of the waking, whether he liked that or not.

“hm?”

“can we watch a movie?”

“let’s go.”

maybe you’d have to marry him. it was obvious he’d much rather sleep, and it was obvious he wasn’t even really there yet, but he didn’t even question you or complain, he just hoisted himself up, following you when you went to the living room and pulling you close to his chest on the sofa. you were between his legs again, and both his legs and arms were wrapped around your waist for maximum protection. whether this was even comfortable for him would forever remain a mystery, but you couldn’t deny that it made you feel a little safer. it was still dark outside, and especially in the somewhat strange environment you were glad about any little bit of familiarity - when mingi’s embrace had become familiarity was something you wouldn’t be able to get an answer to, but it was familiarity now.

“what do you want to watch?” his sleepy morning (night?) voice was - dared you say it? - cute. it was normal.

“just put on something cute. mingi approved and free of jumpscares.”

maybe you’d have told him not to pick a romcom, but right now you didn’t even care about that. you just watched it, and then another movie, with the tall redhead staying awake with you the entire time, showing that he hadn’t fallen asleep on you - though damn was it tempting - through bad jokes or exasperated sighs and groans when the heroine was entirely oblivious to the male lead’s feelings or little movements against you. and three and a half hours later you’d finally fallen asleep, head resting against his shoulder and him watching over you like some kind of guardian angel, except he was human and tired as shit. he kept the movies on, just watching whatever romcom netflix suggested next, trying his best to not fully fall asleep so he’d be up and ready if you wanted to go back to bed or needed anything else.

he dozed a little on and off, but was glad that he was having one of his rather awake moments when wooyoung walked in, up surprisingly early for his standards. if anything he’d have expected seonghwa or hongjoong to be up at ten, and he cursed luck for making one of the noisiest boys come in.

“wha-” ‘what are you doing here’ was what the shorter boy had meant to ask, but mingi interrupted.

“leave”, he hissed, as silent as he could while still making himself heard. you’d slept for about two hours now, and he was not about to have anyone wake you up when you looked so comfortable and peaceful and asleep in his arms. but he realised that he might have sounded a little rude, and told wooyoung to get closer with a movement of his hand, before making a ‘shh’ motion at him.

“she’s not slept all night, i’m glad she’s finally asleep”, the redhead informed his friend, who nodded in understanding.

“i can text the others and warn them”, whispering as well, because the tall boy wasn’t the only one with somewhat of a soft spot for you. though his was by far the biggest.

now that he knew others were awake and it was bright outside mingi finally allowed himself to fall back asleep, being entirely knocked out until the little blanket bundle in his arms started to shift. he growled at his sweet sleep being disturbed, though less upset when he realised that you were the reason for him being forced to re-enter the realm of the waking. you looked much better now that you’d slept some, and while he was still a little grumpy a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. waking up with you in his arms was nice, he decided. though it was the kind of thought that would have him assigned president of the simp club he couldn’t help but think, for just a moment, that he could get used to it.

“morning”, and you sounded about as sleepy as he felt, turning your head to his neck because you weren’t fully there yet and he was just so comfortable.

“you slept okay?” trying to ignore his heartbeat that had sped up when he realised just how close you were right now.

“you should get a part-time job as a pillow”, you joked. it wasn’t a very good joke, but it counted because you could feel his body shake slightly as he laughed. “how about you?”

“after i kicked wooyoung out i slept like a baby.”

“kicked wooyoung out?” you lifted your head from its position against his neck now, both of you missing the warmth almost immediately.

“he came in some hours ago, but i didn’t want you to wake. so i kicked him out.”

“wait, what time is it?”

“too late to justify you keeping the living room all to yourself”, san teased. he’d been to the bathroom and heard the two of you talk, assuming that the living room ban was now lifted since you were no longer sleeping like a baby.

“you kicked all of them out?” shock and horror that was only as prominent as it was right now because you’d just woken up.

“technically not. wooyoung messaged us to let us know not to disturb you, so that part’s on him.”

you didn’t even know what to say to that, so you opted to say nothing, sinking back against mingi who was still entirely wrapped around you.

“they’re up?” hongjoong’s head poked into the living room and, upon seeing that you were indeed up, the rest of his body appeared as well.

“i’m sorry the movie scared you that much. i hope you got at least some sleep.”

“it’s okay.” you didn’t exactly have to tell them that you’d crawled into mingi’s bed like a little child and then near begged him to watch a movie with you. they didn’t have to know that you’d been pleading to be cuddled. that could remain your dirty little secret.

“i feel numb.” the words left your mouth in a whine as you’d tried moving your legs a little, but you’d been in the same position for hours and your body wasn’t having it.

“me too”, the one behind you groaned out, trying to stretch his legs with little to no success. the two of you were stuck like this, it seemed, unless someone else would move your bodies for you.

“why must the sweetest of life’s pleasures come with the worst of life’s pains”, a very clear exaggeration, but one that gave the boys more ground for teasing.

“so falling asleep with our giant idiot is among the sweetest of life’s pleasures, noted”, yeosang came in to tease you. “maybe i should try it, too.”

“i hate you guys.” though he was unable to do anything about it, since his legs still refused to return to their regular service.

“the feeling is mutual.”

“don’t argue.” and for some reason, your whining worked better than seonghwa’s or hongjoong’s threats had ever since they’d moved in with the other six, because the bickering immediately stopped and mingi apologised with a sheepish grin you weren’t able to see due to your position.

the teasing was replaced by breakfast (brunch) preparations as the previous day’s leftovers were collected. your body had finally started functioning as it should again, though removing the redhead’s legs from around your waist had certainly been a task. they were too long, an objective fact rather than a subjective opinion, because it would have been much easier had it been your legs around him. that was undeniable. but you decided not to bully him because it was only because of these legs around you that you’d been able to get any sleep, so you owed him, in a way.

of course they were teasing you during the meal, but you shut it down by saying that if they hadn’t chosen that awful movie you wouldn’t have needed someone to protect you in order to fall asleep, and that was something they couldn’t exactly disagree with, since they had seen you be scared right after the first scary scene came on. so you had an excuse, this once.

after eating you all stayed in the same room, though everyone did their own thing. yunho, wooyoung and san were gaming, yeosang was doing something you couldn’t even really identify with jongho (it looked like another one of the games they’d wanted to play with you the day before, but much more competitive than they’d been with you), seonghwa and hongjoong were just chatting and watching, and you were sitting on the floor with mingi, watching the pro-gamers do their thing.

“mingi?”

“hm?”

“can i draw on your back?” it was a game you’d loved to play in finland - rita på ryggen -, but you didn’t want for it to be competitive now. you just thought it might be fun.

“draw on my back?” his reaction told you that, if it was also a thing in korea, it at least hadn’t been a thing in his childhood.

“with my finger. i draw or write something, and you guess what. we do that in finland.”

why exactly it was that he just couldn’t say no to you when you told him you wanted to do something with him that had been part of your finnish upbringing he didn’t know, but he found himself agreeing immediately.

“just don’t tickle me”, he warned you, half playfully, half serious.

“i won’t. now move here”, patting the space between your legs so you’d be able to reach his back easily.

latest when the tall redhead randomly said different shapes (you’d told him you’d start with shapes and might move towards words later) and you either said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ the attention of everyone but the gamers was on you, curious about what exactly was going on.

“star?”

“yes!” and you clapped your hands once, excited that he’d gotten it right first try. you couldn’t even be bothered to be embarrassed in that moment, because this was such a distinctly childhood-like experience that it made you happy. playing games like these reminded you that your childhood hadn’t been all bad.

“can i start writing? though i actually don’t know how to do it with hangeul… do i write every letter by itself or syllable blocks? what do you think?”

“letters are probably gonna be hard enough”, the boy in front of you said, and you nodded, starting to draw.

he managed to get the first word, “my”, right rather soon, but after that it got a little harder. that’s why he was especially proud of himself and very happy when he figured out that you’d written “my best friend” on his back, though it was at least in part owed to the fact that you’d just called him your best friend, as well, in a non-joking manner.

“your best friend?” the smile on his face was really bright and you nodded, smiling somewhat timidly; getting really embarrassed when you found everyone’s attention on you now, even the three boys who had previously been glued to the tv screen were now looking at you.

“that’s cute”, san said, though it didn’t seem like he was teasing you. and the others nodded in agreement, not saying anything else, which left you unsure about whether you’d prefer them to tease you or not, because this was most definitely awkward as well.

“i want to draw now”, mingi let you know, and you were glad about the distraction. so you shifted positions, sitting in front of mingi with one of his long legs on each side of you and your much shorter ones dragged up to your chest.

you quickly got the feeling that he was just dragging random lines along your back, though, a suspicion that was confirmed when you asked him what he was even trying to draw.

“i wanted to draw a cat, but it’s hard when you don’t know where you’ve already drawn. what if i put her eyes in her ears! i can’t do that to the poor thing.”

you laughed, not complaining because his reasoning was cute and having people draw on your back was one of your favourite things anyway, so even without the guessing part it was still nice.

when yunho changed the game they were playing you noticed the time, and much to your dismay you had to leave if you wanted to get any work done today - which you most definitely should, since your study sessions with the redhead had taken up some of the time you’d usually have spent on uni work. you weren’t behind, but you’d rather be a little ahead so you’d have the option to take some time for yourself if needed.

“i think i need to get changed now and go home soon”, you informed the boys, somewhat sad about it. you’d known them for exactly one week, but it had been a really fun week, and you wanted to spend more time at their place where worries didn’t seem to exist, except for maybe the worry of being killed in your sleep by a ghost.

“can i bring you home?” mingi was still kind of riding the best friend-high and in this moment didn’t care about the teasing he’d inevitably come back to, especially not when you told him that that would be nice. he went to get changed as well - his pyjamas weren’t exactly appropriate to run around in outside, even less so than your shorts-and-oversized-tee look -, collecting his wallet, phone and keys on the way.

“be home by ten!”, yunho teased as you went out the door, which - lucky for him - closed behind you as soon as he’d said that.

“they just can’t leave me alone”, your escort complained, and even though you maybe shouldn’t you couldn’t help but laugh.

“i think it’s nice. shows me that you’re friends.”

oh right. he’d forgotten that your standards were vastly different, that, from what you’d told, you were used to malice and fake smiles only. compared to that a little teasing probably felt very lovely, rather than as annoying as it felt to him.

“we’re friends, too”, he stated, “best friends, if i’m not mistaken.” now it was his turn to tease you, but you wouldn’t let yourself be teased, not when you’d been allowed to spend the night in his arms and with him making sure you weren’t too scared, not when they’d all seemed interested in you and your life, not when you’d been allowed to exist as a multicultural individual, not when you finally felt like you did have friends, real, actual friends.

“we are.” and if you’d been facing each other rather than walking side by side you’d be able to see the surprised expression on his face caused by your straight-forwardness. but because you weren’t all you heard was his “i’m glad”.

you didn’t even try to complain when he got you your train ticket, about a week of experience having taught you that it would be of no use, anyway.

you rested your head on his shoulder during the ride, because you were still incredibly tired, and his head quickly made its way on top of yours because he was tired, too. staying awake was an act of immeasurable strength, but you did it, getting off at the right stop.

the walk was only endurable because he was there with you. you were ready to fall asleep any second - you hadn’t realised just how little you’d slept and how incredibly tired you were, but you had work to do. what a horrible fate. at least you didn’t have to walk, though, because a certain red-haired giant decided to offer you a piggyback ride which you gladly accepted.

“tell me if i get too heavy”, you told him, though, not wanting him to exhaust himself just because you were too lazy to walk. yes, it had been him who’d offered, but you’d taken him up on that, so you felt at least partly responsible.

“as if you would” was all he said, and then: “don’t tell me you doubt my big girl muscles.”

that, however, made you laugh so hard that he and his big girl muscles almost did let go of you, which caused a playful hit to be delivered to his shoulder and his grip around your legs to tighten.

you teased him with being your noble steed on your way back home, and were glad when he laughed rather than kicking you off his back. that first happened when you were in front of your door - he’d even carried you up the stairs of your dorm.

“i guess this is where we say goodbye”, the tall sillyhead sighed out dramatically as he set you down, and you rolled your eyes while grinning at him.

“it’s not like you’ll never see me again. worst case you’ll come stalk me.”

“only if you don’t mind. consensual stalking only”, he replied, though he was grinning, too.

“just keep it during the daytime. i need my beauty sleep.”

“noted. but if you ever need me during the dark hours of the night, you know how to reach me.”

“smoke signals?”

he was laughing again, head thrown back, and maybe this would become your favourite sound.

“i was thinking more like modern telecommunication devices, but whatever works.”

then he leaned down, wrapping his arms around you in a goodbye embrace, and you put yours around his neck to hug him back. he was perfectly huggable, if you were the one to judge, big and warm and soft, and you realised every single time you got a hug from him that he was very good at it. you naturally couldn’t judge other people’s experiences with receiving mingi hugs, but to you, they were among the best hugs you’d ever gotten. not that you’d gotten especially many good hugs, but still. he always pressed you tight, though not forcefully, and - though this, in your opinion, should be the bare minimum - he wasn’t sweaty, smelled nice, actually. now if only he wasn’t so freakishly tall.

“see you tomorrow, mingi”, you said as you lowered your arms (hugging him would be much easier if you’d just wrap your arms around his waist rather than his shoulders, but alas), and he somewhat hesitantly let go of you, as well.

“see you tomorrow.” then he left, sending a last small wave your way before he entered the stairwell.

now it was time for schoolwork, and you absolutely hated it. your bed was so tempting, especially since that was where you were forced to do your work; you just wanted to nap, but this time logic won over the little demon on your shoulder that told you that a small nap couldn’t hurt, because you knew you’d wake up from your ‘small nap’ the next morning.

you did, however, get momentarily distracted when a message from mingi made your phone buzz.

[mingi]: i got home safe

[mingi]: might commit a crime tho, i expect you to cover for me

you smiled, being able to imagine the teasing he had to deal with right now, and messaged back.

[y/n]:thats good

[y/n]: abt getting home safe. needing my cover is probably less good, but i got you

then you got an idea regarding his contact name. best friends deserved special names, and since he was so huggable you decided to make it known to anyone that spoke finnish, changing his name to ‘10/10 halattava’. this way you could call him huggable without having to reveal yourself as somewhat of a softie.

once that was done you, now very pleased with yourself, returned to the work you so desperately wanted to ignore, but you knew you couldn’t, shouldn’t, needed the credits. it wasn’t exactly fun to do in your tired state, but to your surprise the lessons you’d been giving mingi helped you get your work done faster than usually since now all the basics were fresh on your mind. you worked for a few hours, with breaks in between to eat and shower, pleased with the amount you’d achieved when you decided that nine was a valid time to go to bed, considering how little you’d slept last night. you’d been ignoring your buzzing phone, first now reading and replying to the messages (majority of which came from ‘hyung hate chat’ being spammed with the boys trying to persuade you into another pyjama party next week - you agreed), and kept up your habit of goodnight messages to the tall goofball that had begged you to reply because the boys wouldn’t leave him alone, apparently.

[y/n]: i was doing hw and didnt see this before now and now im going to bed, sorryyyy

[y/n]: but thank you for protecting me last night

[y/n]: goodnight, you big teddy bear

his reply came almost immediately.

[10/10 halattava]: i didnt even get my required amount of attention ://

he was right, and you felt a little guilty for having ignored him for so long, but you also knew that he wasn’t actually angry - he’d noticed how important your grades were to you, so he’d never complain about you putting your school work first. rather, he’d be worried if you didn’t.

his lack of anger proved itself in his next messages, and you smiled before putting your phone away and settling in bed.

[10/10 halattava]: but anytime

[10/10 halattava]: goodnight, significantly smaller teddy bear

and while you were drifting off to sleep mingi was smiling to himself. though he’d still deny being a simp if someone called him that, he would most definitely print your messages out and get them tattooed somewhere.

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March 11, 2021: The Seventh Seal (1957) (Part One)

Well, I did Cocteau this month already, so...time for another big boi director, I guess.

I’m sorry for me, too, because this one scares me a little more than Cocteau.

Ingmar Bergman. One of the greatest directors of all time, and the only prominent Swedish director that I’ve ever heard of. Also someone whom I’m DEFINITELY not qualified to judge, but here we are anyway.

Best known for Persona, Fanny and Alexander, and...one more movie, Bergman was an EXTREMELY prolific director, and far more influential on global film than you or I know. Seriously, dude influenced everyone from Martin Scorcese to Terry Jones to Peter Hewitt in one way or another. He’s passed away, as of 2007, at the age of 89. And speaking of Death...

There have been a LOT of incarnations of Death in media. Hell, we literally looked at one two movies ago, in Orpheus. You could argue that Ugetsu also revolved around death, but I’m talking about Death, the physical embodiment of the concept.

Now, the most common incarnation seen is the Grim Reaper (pictured above), but there are MANY other well-known versions. Here, have a few different versions, just for taste.

Yeah, that’s a lot. Kudos if you knew all of them! But that last one...I mentioned Peter Hewitt earlier. He directed Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey, and in it, the two meet that films version of Death, a Swedish-accented ghoul. And if you’ve ever wondered about that, or about this joke from the opening song of Muppets: Most Wanted:

...Well, keep reading. Like I said, Bergman was influential, and perhaps NONE of his films was quite as influential as The Seventh Seal or Det sjunde ingelet. Welcome to a show about Death.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

ONCE AGAIN, The Criterion Collection logo brings us in, followed by the opening credits and music from that should accompany a Dark Souls boss, followed by a quote from Revelation 8:1-6, about the opening of the Seventh Seal. Roll credits?

Well, no. Instead, on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, we meet a knight, resting there and praying to God, as his horses drink from the salt water. This is Antonius Block (Max von Sydow), a knight who is resting here with his squire, Jöns (Gunnar Björnstrand). As Block takes out his chess set, he is joined by...

ALREADY?

Holy shit, I didn’t expect this scene to happen FOUR MINUTES IN??? Dear Lord, if this is happening now, what the hell is the rest of this movie? I am afraid of that answer now.

Anyway, yes, this is Death (Bengt Ekerot). And yeah, dude is indeed a CREEPY motherfucker. He’s been at Block’s side for a long time, but has now finally come for him, at last.

However, Block, ever clever knight that he is, capitalizes on rumors that he’s heard about the character, and challenges him to a game of chess. They start, with Block playing white and Death playing black.

But as they’re about to begin, we cut to Block and Jöns leaving the beach. Huh. OK then, I guess we’ll get back to that, huh? Jöns speaks of ill omens, and they see a pair of corpses, rotted after a long time dead. As their journey continues, we shift focus from them to a small group of actors in a caravan.

One of these actors - Jof (Nils Poppe) - sees a vision of a woman walking with her infant child, as angelic music plays in the background. He runs back to the caravan, where he wakes the sleeping Mia (Bibi Andersson), his wife. He tells her that this was the Virgin Mary and her baby boy, Jesus. Um...wow. Holy shit, my man.

Mia takes her husband’s vision as his active imagination, while he takes it as pure fact. Apparently, he’s very prone to having these kinds of visions. Mia warns him to tamp those visions down, or people will think him a fool. All of this rouses both fellow actor Jonas Skat (Erik Strandmark), and Jöns and Mia’s infant son Mikael (a cute chubby baby).

The troupe is on their way to Einsmore, performing for a group of priests. They will perform in a play about Death, once again making me think about Beetlejuice the Musical, which is really need to watch.

Block and Jöns arrive at a church, where real-world painter Albertus Pictor (Gunnar Olsson) is painting a Danse Macabre. Jöns asks why paint something so...well, macabre, and Pictor notes that it’s not a bad thing to remind people that they will die. This is especially as the Black Plague sweeps across Europe. YUP. IT’S THAT TIME PERIOD.

The two speak more on the absolute HORROR of the Bubonic Plague, a topic that clearly bothers Jöns. Meanwhile, Block goes to pray in a confessional, where he reveals that he doesn’t truly understand the point of prayer in this world. He’s clearly struggling with his faith, which must be HELL for a knight. And he delivers these confessions to his ever-present companion: Death.

Block wants God to speak to him directly, and questions whether or not God truly exists. He wants to do one last, meaningful thing before he meets his inevitable end. Block hasn’t yet realized that he’s speaking with Death, and openly talks about the chess game they began that morning. Death replies that they will continue their game in a nearby inn. This is how Block intends to prolong his own life.

He goes back out to meet Jöns, who’s still speaking with the painter, and the two leave the church. Directly outside, a woman is in the stocks, and is preparing to be burnt at the stake for learning carnal knowledge of Satan. She’s also being blamed for being the cause of the Black Plague itself. Just gotta say, big if true, goddamn. Black wants to know if she’s met the Devil himself, but she’s not quite all there.

Block and Jöns continue their journey, making their way from farmlands. Jöns goes into one of the barns in a village, where a dead body lies. He then hides as another man enters, and steals jewelry from the woman’s corpse. This is Raval (Bertil Anderberg), and he’s quickly caught in the act by a mute woman (Gunnel Lindblom).

However, before he can do anything to this poor girl, he’s stopped by Jöns, who recognizes him from the seminary, ten years prior. He tells him to shove off, and offers the mute woman a place as his housekeeper. And, uh...yeah, Jöns is kind of a dick, but more of a cad, y’know? He’s not likeable, but he also isn’t hateable.

In town, the actors’ troupe is performing, and the leader of the troupe - Skat - is seduced by a woman during the performance, and they have sex in the bushes behind the stage. As all of this is happening, the performance is interrupted by a group of flagellants, extremist priests that whip themselves and parade through the town, showing their extreme devotion to their faith. Fuckin’ yikes, this is a thing that ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

And as these people, devoted in their faith and pain, march through the town, the townspeople are moved to tears by this act. And this act has real blood, sweat, and tears poured into it. The head priest of the parade then gives a fatalist sermon to the townsfolk, noting that death will come for them all with the plague, and berating them for their seeming ignorance of their fate.

And dude is MEAN. He mocks people’s appearance, and screams to all of them that they’re doomed, and will die painful deaths. Watching on is not only the actors’ troupe, but also Block, Jöns, and the mute girl (yeah, she never gets a name, goddamn it). The pain parade moves on, singing their solemn hymns all the way. And I’m not gonna lie...it’s intense. Especially knowing that this shit actually HAPPENED? Damn.

Once they pass, Jöns notes his disbelief at this display, never believing how far people will go, or the stories that they’ll tell. He’s interrupted by blacksmith Plog (Åke Fridell), who’s looking for his wife. Meanwhile, inside, a group of townspeople talk about the spreading plague, and wonder if this is the end times indeed. Plog comes in and asks Jof where his wife is. He also doesn’t know, but it’s revealed that this is the woman that Skat ran off with in the bushes. The conversation is joined by thief Raval, who outs Jof as an actor, and a friend of Skat.

Raval and Plog both threaten him for information on Skat and Lisa’s whereabouts, and humiliate him in front of the entire tavern. It’s actually quite hard to watch as well. This poor, poor guy, who seems like a nice enough dude, is essentally tortured for the transgressions of his asshole friend. But it’s interrupted by Jöns, who stops Raval in his tracks, and slashes his face, which he said he’d do if he ever saw him again.

Excellent spot for Part 2, I think! See you there!

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lliaq · 4 years ago

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okay, now that I’ve slept on it I’m actually gonna try to put down my thoughts on the season, so obvious TUA season 2 spoilers below and it’s probably going to get really long

Just to preface this, I haven’t read any of the comics, so I can’t speak to how the show compares to them.

Guess I’m gonna start with the positives, and I think what I enjoyed most about the season where just little moments between the siblings. Obvious standouts being Ben getting to talk to Vanya and Diego. I think those were the only two scenes that acutally made me tear up a bit. It was just really nice seeing him get that opportunity, and something that I’ve wanted to see since S1. It would have been even nicer if he got a moment with all his siblings, but hey, I’ll take what I can get. Another one was at the very end with Vanya and Diego just sitting on the stairs together. Just a nice little moment, even if it was short.

Luther apologizing to Vanya was a pleasant surprise and showed that he actually used his time alone to reflect and have a bit of character growth, so that was another plus.

I overall liked Allison and Ray’s relationship, and I was okay with the way it ended. It was kind of bittersweet, but it made sense and felt in character.

On that note, I also liked that Allison learned to achieve things without her powers, because never having to do that was kind of a big note of her character in S1. Not necessarily sure it had to be done by taking her voice away, I think if anything it would have been even better if she did it by choice, but I’ll get back to that.

I enjoyed the whole old Five vs “young” Five thing. Not much more to add to that, really.

And lastly, I enjoyed Reginal a lot more than I thought I would. It was interesting to see a bit of a different side of him when he was with Grace, felt like it gave his character a bit more depth, and I mean the actor is just fantastic. Like, I fucking despise Reginald, but it’s a joy to watch his performance. The way he went in on Diego at the dinner was fucking brutal, man. That was heartbreaking to watch, and the fact that none of the others stood up for him sucked, but honestly I think it just shows that despite them bonding a little, they still have a ways to go in terms of being a functional family. S1 didn’t span all that much time, and they were separated for most of their time in the 60s, so it makes sense that they’re still learning in that department. Them getting into the car with Vanya showed that they’re getting there though. Also, to get back to Reginald, I think they’ve made it pretty clear now that he’s an alien, so there’s that too. No more confusion about that.

Now on to the so-so stuff. Things that were neither all good nor all bad.

Vanya & Sissy - oh boy man. I mean first of all: give me that lesbian farm life, hell yes. I was rooting for them from the start, and I just really loved all their interactions. Also, idk if that was intentional on Ellen’s part or not, but her chemistry with Sissy was leagues above whatever the fuck was going on with Leonard. That being said- I’m personally not a fan of cheating storylines, just in general. I get why, in this case, but yeah. And unlike with Ray, I really wish they would have taken Sissy and Harlan with them to 2019. Because, for one: can we at least have one happy gay couple on this show? And second: They both deserved to have a life where they’re not constantly judged for who they are. From a character standpoint I get that going to the future would be really scary and shit, but just imagine man. Vanya and Sissy could have been together without having to hide, and Harlan could have vastly benefited from the better understanding of autism we have now. Not that either of those aspects are perfect in 2019, but they’re a long way from the 60s.

Diego and Lila’s relationship I honestly didn’t care much about. It felt like they just completely dismissed Patch and the impact her death had, by not even so much as giving her a mention. And I also just didn’t really feel it man. I mean they spent some time together in the asylum, but it seemed like they weren’t even friends really - and then by the end of the season they love each other, like girl, it’s been less than a week. Relax.

Lila on her own, I did kind of like, but I feel like she could have used a bit more development, and a little less ‘I had sex with this guy once like five days ago and now I love him more than anything’

Ben. Ben Ben Ben. I was kind of up and down on his arc. I actually liked that he was just so done with Klaus’ shit, even if calling Dave a fling might have crossed the line a bit for me. Some of the posession stuff was weird (though I’m glad they at least had the ground rules talk), but at the same time getting to see him experience the most basic sensations like air on his face and dirt under his feet was nice. He did also save the world through the power of communication and love, so you know- good job, Ben. And then they killed him (again). Ngl, I was pissed at that- but I figured they would probably find a way to bring him back somehow, so I held off judgement on that until the end, and I was right. Still not entirely happy, and whether or not that’s going to change will likely depend on what happens with S3.

Klaus’ cult story line was kind of eh. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t really like it either. His attempts to save Dave were more interesting, even if they ultimately didn’t work. Other than that, he didn’t really go through any growth this season. It did piss me off that Allison enabled his drinking after he relapsed. Fuck that.

I’m glad we got to see a little bit of how Allison losing her voice affected her, but I think they could have done more there. Idk, it just felt a bit lackluster for something so huge. Like I mentioned earlier, her living a life of never actually having to work for anything was something that shaped her character and personality in S1, and I‘m glad she’s had that realization. That being said, I think it would have been even more impactful if she worked for what she wanted w/o using her powers by choice, showing that she was was willing to put in the effort to grow and change, rather than being forced into it by circumstance. But you know, sometimes life works like that, and people don’t change unless they’re forced into a situation where they have no other option.

And, somewhat related, I think the last point for this section is Allison and Vanyas relationship. While I’m glad that they’re closer now, I wish they would have at least adressed Vanya slitting her throat. I understand that Allison doesn’t blame her, we already saw that at the end of S1, but c’mon. At least have a short conversation about it, because that was a big thing. It feels like they just used that to fuel the ‘Allison needs to learn how to do things without her powers’ storyline, and then it just got dropped, never to be mentioned again. The show tends to do that a lot, and it completely diminishes the impact of these big moments.

Okay, now to the purely negatives, here we go.

Luther moping over Allison. For the love of god. Listen, Luther did grow on me this season, compared to S1 - but I was so fed up with his moping around. Can we just not do the incest thing anymore, please. I already went through that shit with Shadowhunters (except there it at least wasn’t actually incest), I don’t wanna do it again.

Harlan. I honestly did not care for him at all. That being said, I usually don’t care about child characters, so that’s not a big surprise and not necessarily the show’s fault. But also, the fuck even was that storyline. I’m sorry, but it just made no sense. Which actually leads me right to the next point

Inconsistently written powers. Diego doing the thingy with the bullets like since when tf can he do that? I understand that the show already changed his powers from the comics, but up until that point it was strictly about knives. We never see him curve or manipulate (or whatever it is he actually does) any other objects, so this just felt so random and out of nowhere, and like they just wanted to give him a ‘badass powers moment’. If they wanted to indicate that his powers were more than what we’ve seen in S1, literally all they had to do was have him use them on something that’s not a knife at any point in the season. A 2 second shot, done. And then you don’t get to the finale and are suddenly like “the fuck”. But, boy, Vanya was even worse. Sounds. That’s what we learn her powers are in S1. Sounds, she manipulates sounds and sound waves. So how in the everliving fuck does she a) bring someone back to life, b) tranfser part of her powers to that person and create a magical connection, and c) take that part of her powers back? None of that makes any sense whatsover. The stuff in S1 where she’s sucking the life out of her siblings was already a stretch, but they’ve just made it worse this season. And this is just a minor gripe with the VFX, but her floating out of the barn looked so bad. I know it’s hard to make floating/flying people look good and natural, but other shows and movies have done it, so it’s not like it’s impossible.

And lastly: The villains. They were terrible, period.

I don’t like the Handler that much, she’s just so...plain and boring and really the only thing she has going for her are the outfits. Nice outfits don’t make a good story though. But the Swedes were even worse. Just every scene they were in felt like it dragged and I just wanted to skip past it. And then they have the fucking funeral scene with swedish Adele like are you kidding me? Am I supposed to feel bad for these pieces of white toast with zero personality or development? ??? Honestly, they could have cut them out completely and replaced them with more development for Lila and I would have been perfectly happy with that. Or replaced them with literally anything else. I don’t think I would have felt like I was missing anything important. Also, AJ? What was up with that? Again, haven’t read the comics so idk if he’s a big deal or not in them, but I really thought he would play a bigger role. That felt like such a waste of a character and like what even was the point?

I really feel like AoS (esp. S1-4) raised my bar for well written and developed villains. Admittedly, a 22 episode season allows for a lot more time to actually do that than a 10 episode season, but still. If you have less time to develop characters, then you need tighter writing and TUA completely dropped the ball on that one.

Okay. I think that’s it. I mean, I probably forgot a bunch of stuff, but these were the things most prominently on my mind after letting everything sink in for a bit. Overall I’m pretty meh about the season as a whole. I’ll probably watch S3 (if they renew it, that is), but I’m not super hyped about it or anything. The only thing keeping me interested are sibling interactions and the Ben reveal (even though his emo hair is an atrocity. I’m sorry Ben, I love you, but no.)

#tua #tua spoilers #boy this got longer than I thought it would

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smokeybrand · 5 years ago

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Smokey brand Select: Dark Stalkers

I wanted to take the time and kind of suggest films in particular sub-genres i find amazing. I’ve seen a lot of movies in my day and some stand out as real experiences in specific categories. To kick this thing off, i chose to delve into a few flicks in one of my most beloved film sub-genres; The Vampire film. When executed properly, you can create an entire world of unique romance or gory horror within this set theme. Some of the best character studies i have ever seen, begin with that irreverent perspective on life of someone cursed to live forever. Sometimes the vampire aspect is just thematic device to frame a series of savage massacres in the most lurid of bloody reds and violent imagery. There is so much flexibility in this particular category that i felt compelled to speak on it in the inaugural post to my Select series.

10. Doctor Sleep

Probably the most recent entry released on this list. Doctor Sleep plays out as a Shining sequel but don’t be fooled, this is a Vampire movie at it’s core. Wonderfully directed and acted, the vampirsim takes a backseat to the humanity of these characters. You see them at their worst, sure. I can’t say they aren’t ravenous animals, predators who tear children limb from limb, but there is a very human hubris to their overwhelming strength. I love the story told about this particular brood. These creatures are more psychic than sanguinarian but they still feed on humans, nonetheless.

9. Bram Stoker’s Dracula

I adore this flick, man. I remember seeing it as a youth and it is, indeed, one of my favorite interpretations of the Dracula tale. It takes some liberties with the overall narrative but, as a whole, it’s an amazing film to watch. Legitimately a feast for the eyes. I can’t say it’s a great movie on it’s own, truthfully it has some of the worst performances i have ever seen captured on film, but it’s absolutely gorgeous with all of it’s Gothic, yet, campy aesthetic, and has my absolute favorite rendition of Dracula as a character. That, alone, is enough to make this list.

8. What We Do In The Shadows

The beauty of the Vampire genre is how flexible it can be. Shadows is a perfect example of this. ore a comedy about social misfits than a vampire movie, it executes a rather creative narrative around the admittedly tired trope of Vampirism. It’s rare that such creativity and revelry is seen in this genre. Everything is always so dour and somber. This movie is not that. It’s actually rather hilarious and refreshingly upbeat. It’s the most human I’ve ever seen Vampires and i love that contradiction to bits!

7. Interview With The Vampire

This was the first Vampire flick i saw which actually asked the big questions about living forever and being a literal plague on humanity. you know i love my existential nihilism and this is rife with that sh*t. The premise was pretty amazing but it was the resolution that got me. Here you have a man, cursed with the what he has become, pouring his heart out to a man as a warning, and due just turns around and begs to be turned. This man told you his entire, depressing, f*cked up life story and you turn around and BEG to be afflicted with his condition. It’s the greatest slap in the face anyone can deliver. Aside from that, the entire look of this film captures that romantic yet dangerous nature of the vampire romance. It’s truly beautiful but absolutely brutal in it’s own way.

6. Nosferatu

It took a while for me to appreciate this movie for what it was. Seriously, a black and white, German language, silent film. I saw it as a kid and didn’t care for it but, as a n adult, i learned to love this thing. This film,considering these shortcomings of cinema at the time, had to earn it’s place on this list and it did it with the most palpable atmosphere I’ve ever seen in a movie. Later in life, I’d see this done just as deftly with films like Under The Skin, Suspiria, and the VVitch, but Nosferatu was the first and it made an impression. i was enthralled but what can be described as core film making on display.

5. Lifeforce

Lifeforce is another one of these not-bloodsucker vampire flicks. Indeed, these creature suck the life force out of people, thus the title. This movie is kind of ridiculous. It’s all over the place but still, a damn interesting watch. it’s said this thing was influenced by alien and it kind of shows, but still has it’s own unique flavor. This is basically a Roger Corman production with an actual budget so, if you know how those films go, you have a general expectation of how this thing is executed. It, by no means is a great film, but i loved the ride.

4. Byzantium

This film made the list on the strength of it’s gorgeous visuals. There’s an underlying current of despair that i love but, more so than any of that, the look of this movie entrances me. It’s truly stunning, especially certain scenes. The use of reds and shadows is impeccable and the actual lore is some of them most unique I’ve seen in a long time. I wanted to know more about these characters, about this world. It’s wild to see such human monsters; The regret they display for just existing, the trauma that they live with daily, and the resentment for their survival. It’s wild to see and an incredibly unique look at a centuries old theme.

3. Blood: The Last Vampire

Blood is easily one the best Vampire movie i have ever seen, as just a straight vampire slaying outing. The plot is incredibly simple but the execution is amazing. Blood is one of the most beautifully animated films i have ever seen. It can realistically give Akira a run for it’s money. More than that, an entire world was developed from this one film, and it’s just as compelling. If you follow this blog and keep up with the interjections of text between all of the images, then you know i am a lore hound. I love this world and everything in the expanded universe. Hollywood has been looking for an anime they can successfully adapt to film and Blood is it. The plot is simple, the pacing brisk, and the violence is more than gory enough to put butts in seats. If they give this thing the big budget treatment and someone who respects the source material, Blood can be one massive box office hit. On it’s own, as an anime film, it’s still one of the most excellent vampire tales I have ever seen.

2. A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night

This is going to start a trend. Girl is a fantastic film in it’s own right. More than just a vampire film, this thing is a master class in direction. This is actually a Persian-Language film, yet, one of the most compelling movies I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Seriously, this movie is absolutely beguiling in it’s imagery, which is a lot to say because it’s in black and white. That was a conscious choice which elevates the film as a whole, letting the brilliant direction bring this movie home. Girl is absolutely one of the best movies I’ve ever sen and it just happens to revolve around a vampire. Don’t let the subtitle barrier deter you from a truly excellent cinematic experience.

1B. Let The Right One In

Netflix suggested this movie to me a few years back.. I was mad skeptical at first but then i watched it. And then i watched it again. And then again. If you’d have told me a Swedish-language, child lead, vampire romance would become one of my all-time favorite films, i'd have called you crazy but, here we are. Let The Right One In is f*cking incredible. It takes the tired trope of boy-Meets-girl and turns it on it’s head, for several reasons. I won’t get into those because you really should watch this film, but it’s absolutely genius how that trope is turned on it’s ear. There are so many themes explored here, so much depth to the storytelling, i was actually shocked. It took multiple viewing for me to peel back all of the layers and, to this day, i still love checking this thing out. The vampirism is inconsequential, it adds a bit of flair to the narrative, but, at it’s core, this is a story about two people falling in love with each other. Or is it a story about the cycle of abuse and manipulation? There’s no definitive answer and i adore that.

1A. Thirst

This is a masterpiece of cinema and no one knows it because it’s from South Korea. Seriously, I’ve written about the shortsightedness of American audiences the second subtitles are brought up but gt the f*ck over that because this movie is one of the best ever made. It’s gorgeous and cruel and wonderful and painful; All of which are captured so richly on film. It’s rare a film can both hurt you and disgust you at the same time. A lot of that has to do with the direction but the to leads bring home this frailty and savagery like no other. There is gore in this film, and it is poignant, but it’s more a punctuation than a set piece. No, Thirst is the study of losing oneself to the passion of humanity and it’s rare you see such raw emotion articulated so well in a genre that decries humanity. Thirst is f*cking awesome and should be seen by everyone, but film buffs in particular.

Honorable Mentions: Vampire Hunter D, Lost Boys, Blade II, Nosferatu The Vampyre, Cronos, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Let Me In, 30 Days of Night, From Dusk til Dawn, Salem’s Lot, Fright Night, Innocent Blood, Vampire’s Kiss, Vampyr, Shadow of the Vampire

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fangirlfanwritings · 5 years ago

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Alexander Skarsgard Request

can i say how much i love your writing? i really do. please never stop writing because your tumblr is basically the reason why i never sleep ❤ may i request for a imagine where the reader is alexander skarsgård's wife and they and their kids are in vacations on his home country Sweden and one of their kids gets in danger and alex saves their child? a lots of fluff pls?? love you ❤

AN: Thank you so much! This was awesome to read!! Thanks for the request, hopefully it helps keeps you busy while you’re sleepless

You stopped to look out over the water as you and Alex carried the luggage inside the cabin. You two were staying on one of the Swedish Archipelago islands while you vacationed in his home country with your family. Once all the bags were inside the house you called a brief family meeting. You looked down at the four small faces that looked up at you. Bo, your 9 year old, his 7 year old brother, Axel, and your 4 year old twins, Alva and Sanna sat at the table patiently.

“Before we start having fun on this trip I need you all to listen to me closely.” They looked over at their father, whose arms were crossed sternly as he leaned against the counter. They knew you both meant business. “We are surrounded by a bunch of water. That means that none of you go outside before letting Dad or I know that you’re going out there. And none of you can go near or in the water unless one of us is out there with you. Am I understood?” They nodded.

“You four need to listen to your Mother. We mean it, no going outside without letting us know.” They all nodded and agreed. “Now you all go explore the house while we unpack and put the food away. The kids quickly dispersed, eager to explore this new place, and left you two alone in the kitchen.

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The first week had been perfect. The weather had been great, you were all having a great time, and you loved watching Alex teach the kids about his home country. It was the 8th night of your stay and the sun was quickly setting. You watched as dark clouds road in and felt the temperature begin to drop as the wind picked up.

“Babe, we should head in. It looks like a big storm is rolling in.” He looked up and saw the clouds. He stood up and wiped the sand off his hands and watched the kids as they ran for a moment longer.

“Kids, head inside before it starts to rain,” he called. They let out groans of disappointment. “Oh none of that. We’ll play some games inside or watch some movies. Come on now.” The kids took off and you collected their toys from the beach and placed them in the bucket your husband held. Hand in hand you two walked inside the cabin.

While the kids sat around and watched the movie Alex put on, you started on dinner. You could hear the wind hitting against the windows and could hear the rain picking up. Alex joined you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist as he towered over you. “Smells good.”

“I’m glad you think so. It’s almost ready, can you tell the kids to come in and wash up?” He kissed your temple sweetly before heading back into the living room. You could only here the muttered voices of your family in the living room until you heard a worried exclamation from your husband, followed by the sound of the front door being thrown up. The sound of it hitting the wall cause you to rush out front. You watched as your kids stood looking at the opened door with fear. Rain poured into the house. “What’s going on?”

“Bo went outside,” Axel said meekly.

“What?”

“Sanna left her favorite toy down by the shore and he went to get it for her. He said he’d be right back.”

“Stay here,” you commanded and ran outside barefoot. You ran back towards the beach where the waters had grown in height and in power. You could see them raise and crash violently right where your family had been earlier. You ran quicker and saw Alex looking around the beach as you neared.

“Bo! Bo!” He yelled. His eyes were scanning the water and you fought the urge to throw up. Just as you made it to what was left of the shore you both saw the flailing of arms in the water about 20 feet out. Before you could say anything, Alex was off running, kicking off his shoes, and jumping into the roaring water.

You couldn’t tell if you were crying or if it was just the rain on your face as you watched your husband swim towards your struggling child. You yelled as you saw a large wave crash over Bo. He surfaced moments later and Alex grabbed him, bringing him to his chest with a newfound strength. You watched as Bo wrapped his arms tightly around his Dad’s neck. Alex started fighting the water and made his way towards you.

You were so focused on them that you didn’t see the large wave coming in until it was over them, sending them down into the water. The breath went out of your body and didn’t come back until what felt like an eternity later when they came back up. You saw them both gasping for air and you ran into the harsh water.

You fought your way and reached them in the shallow waters. You pulled your son from Alex and held him close against your chest as you fought the water and made it back to shore. As soon as you were a safe distance away from the roaring water you fell to your knees and held his face tightly in your hands. Your eyes scanned him, making sure he was ok. “What were you thinking?”

“Sanna started crying for her toy and I thought I could get it fast enough,” he said in between sobs. You pressed him close to your chest and hugged him as tightly as you could. “You’re ok, baby. You’re alright.”

“I’m sorry,” he cried. Alex dropped to his knees beside you both and put his arms around you as you held Bo.

You three sat there for a second before the cold hit you all. You got up and carried Bo, keeping an eye on Alex who seemed worn out. “He’s alright. Axel, help feed your sisters,” you told them as you walked passed them and up the stairs. You started a hot shower and sat Bo in it, in hopes of heating him up. You looked at your cold and wet husband and ran a hand over his face. “I’ll take care of him. Go warm yourself up.”

Once he was warmed up and had stopped shivering you dressed him in the warmest clothes you could find and wrapped him in blankets. You fed him warm dinner and rubbed his head as he fell asleep. Seeing him ok and safe in bed, you felt your energy leave. You walked back downstairs and saw the kids had fallen asleep on the couches and floor. You placed blankets over them, shut the TV off, and walked back to the room you and Alex were staying in.

You saw him sitting at the foot of the bed looking down at his feet. When he heard you enter his head shot up. “How is he?”

“Just fine. He’s asleep. So are the others.”

“They refused to go upstairs. They were scared if they went up to their rooms they’d hurt him.” You sat by him and saw his head was still wet and he was still shivering a bit.

“You shouldn’t leave your hair wet after what you just did. Look, you’re still shivering.” You got up and grabbed a towel before going back to bed. You ran the towel through his head and tried to get all the water.

“He could have drowned, Y/N. I should have been watching him.”

“This is not your fault, at all. He would have drowned if you hadn’t done what you’d done.” You laid him down and laid beside him before covering the both of you with the blankets and pulling him against you. “You saved his life and I love you even more for that.”

#alexander skarsgard imagine

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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1:Describe your favorite blanket? It’s a rose gold soft and fluffy throw blanket. 2:How many pillows do you sleep with? 2. I have like 6 on my bed, though. 3:What is a good memory you have with your parents? I have countless good memories. 4:How did you meet your first crush? My first crush was this kid, Philip, when I was in 3rd grade. He was like a grade or two above me. I was into an older guy. haha. 5:What are 3 things you like about your current crush/significant other? I don’t have one.

6:What do you have hanging on your walls? A few canvases (2 beachy ones and 1 giraffe one), a framed painting of a giraffe in a sweater lol, a small watercolor painting of a giraffe I got at a craft fair, 2 calendars with Alexander Skarsgard on them (I kept the one from last year for the photos), a big Swedish flag, an I Love Lucy clock, a bulletin board, and a marker board. 7:What book are you currently reading? I just started one called “The Girl in Cabin 13″ by A.J. Rivers. 8:What was the last movie you watched and what are your thoughts on it? The Invisible Man. It was really good. And creepy. 9:What's the best band that you discovered recently? I’ve discovered a few new artists recently, but not a new band. 10:How many types of social media do you use and what are they? Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, and Instagram. 11:What was/were you username(s) on instant messengers when you were younger? I had a lot of different ones. During my emo phase everything had X’s in it haha. I remember I had loserxfaceex, cutexdollfacee, and stupidmfx. lmao. Those were just a few of many. Others were lyrics and such. 12:What is your first memory of getting in trouble? When I lied about taking my medication for months. My mom found my stash hidden behind my bed one day and I was grounded for a month from the computer. My parents were so disappointed, which is the worst. They had to watch me take my medicine for awhile until they could trust me again. 13:What is an anecdote that your family frequently tells about you as a child? Just certain things I said or did as a kid. One that just came to mind is the one about my grandpa walking all over the house carrying a wailing baby me trying to calm me down while singing the words, “lookin for your mama.” lol. My favorite is the one about how for a good 10 minutes or so my mom and I went back and forth between me touching something I wasn’t supposed to and her tapping my hand to get me to stop. We did that for awhile. I’d cry after she did that for a bit and then go and touch it again and repeat. I was stubborn then and stubborn now haha. There’s so many more, but those two came to mind first. 14:If you could do anything with your hair what would you do? I love dyeing it red, so I’m gonna keep doing that. I love how long it is, too. I just don’t know how I want to style it. I should layer it. I kinda want bangs again, too. I don’t know. I also suck at styling it, I just throw it in a pony tail, braid, or bun and call it a day. 15:If you were to get a tattoo today what would you get? I’ve wanted to get “free bird” on my inner wrist for several years, but I’m a big baby. 16:What do you do when you can't fall asleep? So every night I watch YouTube, listen to ASMR, do some surveys, scroll through Tumblr, and check Pinterest until I go to sleep. 17:Do you prefer to primarily use external help (porn, etc.) or your imagination when you masturbate? 18:Can you remember how many people you've kissed? Yeah, it’s only been 3 people. 19:What is the story of your first kiss? It happened at our high school behind the drama department. We were there for the haunted house put on by the drama department, but we ended up skipping that and just hanging out. His friend was there, too. We ended up going off by ourselves as if to talk about something privately, but he leaned in and kissed me. 20:How open are you with your parents? I share a lot with my mom. 21:What was your first drink? Tequila shot. 22:If you smoke, what is your brand? I don’t. 23:What are your favorite genres for books? Movies? TV shows? Music? I love non-fiction, YA/NA, murder mystery, and psychological thriller books. Horror, psychological thriller, romantic comedy, comedy, drama, and some action and sci-fi movies. I like a lot of drama TV shows, reality TV, crime, thriller, and a few older sitcoms like The Golden Girls, Roseanne, and I Love Lucy. 24:What teachers have made the biggest impact on you? My 4th and 8th grade teacher, Mr. McG. He was my favorite teacher ever. He was the best. He was a teacher that just really loved what he did and cared about his students. He wanted them to do well and helped them do so. He made learning fun. Lol I actually cried on the last day of school in 4th grade. I was so excited when he ended up teaching 8th grade later on and I was able to have him again. My younger brother and a couple of my cousins had him, too, so I still saw him because of that and other times since. My mom worked at Borders and he used to go there all the time. He knew my mom and aunt, too. I also have him on Facebook. 25:Do you like writing letters? In middle school and some of high school my cousin and I used to write notes to each other all the time. I haven’t written a letter since then. 26:What is your favorite episode of your favorite show? I have several favorite TV shows. 27:What position(s) do you sleep in? I sleep slightly on my side with my head propped up a bit. I can’t sleep flat. 28:What is the first thing you remember lying about in your life? I don’t know. 29:What are the three most important traits you look for in a friend? Someone I just vibe and connect with. Have things in common with. Someone I can talk to. 30:Describe the relationship you have with your sibling(s)? My younger brother and I are close. My older brother and I don’t have a bad relationship, but we’re not close. It’s different. 31:How did you learn about sex? I remember we had sex ed starting in 6th grade. My mom also talked to me about it. I think I may have heard some things about it sooner than that, though, like on TV or movies. I remember once when I was a kid I turned the TV on and it was on HBO and there was a porno on lmao. HBO played movies, but at certain times it used to play stuff like that. 32:Describe your favorite outfit? All my many leggings and oversized graphic tees. And my Adidas stuff. 33:What do you like to do when you're sad to make you feel better? So what I do everyday: Tumblr, surveys, YouTube, and watch TV. With the addition of listening to music, coloring, and reading sometimes. Oh, and sleep. Some days I don’t feel like doing anything. 34:What kind of music do you like to listen to when having sex? 35:What kind of french fries are your favorite? I used to love french fries and I’d eat them all the time, but I don’t know I’m not as into them anymore. I don’t eat them much now. My appetite and what I eat has changed a lot these past few years. 36:What is your ideal breakfast? Scrambled eggs with cheese and spinach with country gravy and hash browns. A delicious muffin would be nice, too. And of course coffee is a must. 37:What is your comfort show/book/movie? I turn to YouTube more for that. Particularly ASMR. 38:What are some things you love about your best friends? My mom is very supportive, loving, caring, awesome, and funny. We like a lot of the same music, TV shows, and movies. I enjoy our talks about anything and everything. I like our grocery shopping trips and going to the movies. I love to just spend time together. 39:Do you shave any parts of your body, and if so what parts? Under my arms. Rarely my legs cause hair doesn’t really grow there. 40:What teacher/professor was your favorite and why? I talked about this already.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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1899-newsboy-strike · 6 years ago

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Jack Kelly x Reader fic where Jack is head over heals for the reader, but they don’t speak English! So Jack tries his best to find out whatever language it is and approach the reader. Although soon he realises that the reader actually DOES speak English and only uses their foreign language to deflate flirty players. If reader is Swedish, she could have a connection with Medda since she’s Swedish in the movie! Although I know Sweden isn’t too big a country so it’s fine if you don’t.

Flirt - Jack Kelly Imagine

Warnings: none

All translations will be at the end of the imagine.

Summary: Y/N lives with her aunt Medda, and usually spends her time on the streets of New York exploring.

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The first time Jack had seen you were near his selling spot. You had immediately caught his eye when he saw you greeting any shop keeper you passed. Ever since that first time you had always suck out to Jack and he noticed you never spoke English, but for the life of him could not think of the language you were speaking. One dayJack was trying to think of a pick up line as he walked over to you but stopped in his tracks when he heard you speak. “Du luktar.” You told a guy who had just called you beautiful and had his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Jack sighed thinking the man had to be your boyfriend and he walked back to his selling spot as he stared at you walking away from where you had originally been.

“Hi Aunt Medda, sorry I’m late let me get dressed and I can help with the performance tonight.” You explained as you walked into the theatre and saw your aunt. “What kept you so long?” She asked as she followed you to the front where you kept your apron. “There was this guy trying to flirt with me and he thought me speaking Swedish was hot, so it took a while to get away from him.” You explained as Medda tied the apron for you. “Thank you.” You said kissing her cheek as you made your way to the kitchen getting everything ready for when the theatre opened.

“Excuse me miss!” You heard someone call as you had been walking around as your aunt was on the stage doing her act. “Welcome, what can I get for you both tonight?” You asked as you pulled out your writing pad and pen. “We’ll just have water thank you.” The man said and you nodded before walking in the back and getting them the water. For the rest of the show you had gotten people water and anything else people had asked for while also admiring your aunt.

You had always looked up to your aunt, it was one of the reasons you now lived with her. She had always been more of a mother to you than your real mother. You cleaned up all of the dirty glasses before putting your apron up on the hook where it belonged. “Hey, you woik here?” You heard a voice from behind you making you turn around and you saw a boy who was around the same age as you. When you didn’t respond right away he kept speaking. “Oh right, I’s forgot you don’t speak English.” The guy said and you stifled a laugh biting your lip as you looked around for your aunt. “You must speak Swedish then. I know that’s where Miss Medda is from. I’s seen you on the street talkin’ to people. I don’t know why I’s still talkin’ you don’t even understand me.” He rambled and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Du ar sot.” You smirked as you looked him up and down. He furrowed his brows and you rolled your eyes. “I speak English.” You explained and his eyes widened. “You must be one of the newsies my aunt is always talking about. My name is Y/N.” You introduced yourself as you held out your hand for him to shake. He continued to stare at you with his eyes popped out of his head making you sigh. “Are you going to tell me your name or are you going to make me guess?” You asked making him finally grab your hand. “Sorry. The name’s Jack Kelly. Why are you always speakin’ in a different language anytime I see you? Is it ‘cause your boyfriend doesn’t speak English?” Jack asked and you couldn’t hold back your laugh.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, I just don’t speak English when guys come up and start hitting on me.” You explained as you leaned against the table behind you. “Ah Y/N, you met Jack.” You heard your aunt’s voice from behind you. “Ya, the famous Jack Kelly you’re always talking about.” You smirked at Jack before looking at your aunt. “He thought I only spoke Swedish.” You explained and didn’t see the blush that was now forming on Jack’s face. “It was an honest mistake.” Jack grumbled under his breath making Medda laugh as she walked over to Jack patting his shoulder. “Jack why don’t you take Y/N to meet the rest of the boys. I have some business to attend to tonight.” Medda explained to Jack and he nodded. “Bye Aunt Medda.” You said kissing her cheek before grabbing your coat and following Jack out of the theatre.

“I gotta warn you ‘bout some of the boys. They’s probably gonna hit on you. We don’t see many goils in the lodgin’ house.” Jack explained and you shrugged. “I think I can handle myself Kelly, but thank you.” You said as you looked over at him. “How long have you been here?” Jack asked after a while of silence. “I’ve lived here as long as my aunt has. I’m actually surprised that we haven’t met sooner. From the way my aunt talks about you, it seems like I should be seeing you every day when I’m exploring the city.” You explained and saw Jack bite his lip. “I see you everyday. I’s never talked to you though because of the whole you not speakin’ English anytime I heard you speak thing.” Jack explained as you finally reached what you assumed was the lodging house.

“Hey Jack who do you got there? She’s pretty.” A boy who was maybe a few years younger than Jack said as he looked at you. “The name’s Race it’s a pleasure to meet a pretty goil like yourself.” He introduced himself as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “Jag ska bara saga nagot sa att du kan vara obehaglig.” You said and Race looked from you to Jack back to you before he walked away without a word. “What’d you say?” Jack asked as he looked down at you. “Just wanted to make him uncomfortable.” You explained as you laughed and Jack introduced you to the rest of the newsies.

“Hey I’s thought you didn’t speak English.” Race accused as he saw you talking to Crutchie and you rolled your eyes. “Crutchie isn’t hitting on me like you were.” You shrugged your shoulders and before he could respond he was being called from the other side of the room. “Hey what have you both been talking about?” Jack asked as he sat next to you on Crutchie’s bunk. “Crutchie’s was just telling me about all of the things you do for him and the other newsies.” You explained as you looked over at Jack. “You’re really sweet.” You continued making Jack smile at you.

“I think I should be heading home.” You told the both of them as you stood up and wiped yourself off. “I’ll walk you.” Jack said as he stood up but you shook your head. “That won’t be necessary.” You told him as you started walking toward the door. “You don’t have to walk me home Jack.” You repeated as you heard his footsteps following you. “Miss Medda will have my head if I don’t walk you.” He explained as he finally caught up to you. “Fine, if you insist.” You said as the both of you had reached the door for the lodging house and started walking in the direction of your home.

“The boys aren’t as crazy as you make them out to be, well maybe everyone aside from Race.” You explained not wanting to walk in awkward silence. “Race means well. He’s like that with everyone.” Jack responded making you laugh. “Well you live up to what everyone says about you. You’re kind of like everyone’s mom.” You joked which earned a shove from Jack. “I ain’t a mom, if you’s gonna call me a parent at least say dad.” He explained but you shook your head. “You’re definitely a mom Jack. I mean you insisted on walking me back home as if I am not capable of doing it myself.” You explained making him pout like a child.

“I know you’s capable, I’s just wanted to walk you.” He explained making you confused. “Why did you want to walk me?” You asked as you looked over at him but he was looking anywhere but you. “Jack.” You called out to him to get his attention after he didn’t respond. “I like you. I’s liked you ever since the first time I saw you on the street ‘cause you was acting nice to everyone and I wanted you to come and talk to me but you never even noticed me. Now that I can actually talk to you I don’t want to miss a chance of doin’ it.” He explained making your head spin at all the information you were just given.

“Well, how about this.” You started as you bit your lip in deep thought. “I don’t have to help my Aunt tomorrow, so whenever you’re done selling your papers we can get to know each other, and you can see if you actually like me the way you’re acting like you do.” You explained and his face lit up. “You’s actually wanna hang out with me?” He asked you like an excited child on Christmas Day. “Of course, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” You explained as you finally reached the bottom of your building. “I’d like that.” He nodded and you smiled at him. “See you tomorrow Jack.” You said going on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before you made your way inside.

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Translations: “Du luktar” - you smell “Du ar sot” - you’re cute - “Jag ska bara saga…” I am just going to say anything so you can be uncomfortable

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The Quagmire-Baudelaire switch part 1: Don’t worry world don’t feel disgrace

Reference guide

Chapter 1: A very sad day

There is a long reference to the Catalan Kids show ”the triplets” but it’s explained there what it is and what it’s about

”Quiet you will wake up Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum” a reference to the characters of the same name from Alice in wonderland

Chapter 2: Why Mr. Poe should not take care of guardian choosing

”One bed.” Isadora sighed. ”Fantastic.” A reference to the deleted scene from the 2004 movie

Chapter 3: Olaf slaps a child (or technically a teenager)

”Quigley had got stuck on a story about three children that ran away from home, and they just found a homeless man that sold glue” A reference to the swedish movie, ”På rymmen med Pippi Långstrump”, or in english, ”On the run with Pippi Longstocking”

”Duncan had found an autobiography about some girl that claimed she was the most prettiest (...) girl in the world.” Reference to Carmelita’s autobiography

Chapter 4: A spoon of complaints and a cube of evilness

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 5: Duncan is made for theatre

"Only something about a lady giving all of her money to her cats after she died, so the butler kidnapped them and then he got himself to Timbuktu." Obvious reference to Aristocats

Chapter 6: A long and confusing chapter including a play

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 7: The Quagmires first (and last) day of school

”It was the roof of the house she and her sister lived in. And the girl wanted to see if she could fly, so she borrowed her dad’s umbrella and jumped of the roof to see if she would fly away!" A reference to Astrid Lindgren’s ”Madicken” which is the book Isadora was reading

”(...) You can't kill the one who the story is about!" Reference to all the... stories where the main character dies?

”(...) And you were already weird because you just invent things and have to put up your hair to think!" This is most likely a very famous character they have encountered

Chapter 8: Everyone is unharmed in the reptile room

”Holy shiitake mushrooms.” A reference to Carmen’s catchphrase in Spy Kids

Chapter 9: Why Stephano is something you shouldn’t name your child

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 10: Stephano gets kicked out (or does he?)

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 11: Stephano goes Carrey-style

"Probably some old man's fucking bones." A reference from a line in IT chapter 1 (2017)

"Did he just do a Carrey?" This refers to the title but also the fact that in the 2004 movie, Olaf, played by Jim Carrey, just dashes out of the house when he’s Stephano.

Chapter 12: Three four year olds vs a large lake

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 13: No one listens to Quigley

"I remember a lot of things from my early childhood! Like the time we broke that spoiled girl's teddy (...)” A foreshadowing to a later chapter

Chapter 14: The Quagmires have various conversations

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 15: Candy canes for the people

I don’t know if it counts, but Poe calls the Quagmires the wrong names multiple times. He calls them the ”Baudelaires” and the ”Calibans” for example.

Chapter 16: Isadora speaks like a finnish female pirate

"Shiitake mushrooms." Again, a reference to spy kids

Chapter 17: Everything happens so damn fast

No particular references in this chapter.

Chapter 18: Why Duncan hates treehouses (and trees in general)

"Don't call me Ish!" ”Why would he call you Ish?" A reference to a certain dictator who doesn’t force you to use that name

"Tattle-tale." Isadora whispered grumpily. Hard to know, but it’s actually a reference to Berlioz calling Marie a tattle tale from the Aristocats

Chapter 19: Phil is happy to be your co-worker

"I had a dream where I lived in ancient Greece and met some girl with black hair and a bowtie who wanted to tell me something." Ok. In ancient Greece lived Sappho. Sappho was a poet, just like Isadora. The girl with black hair and a bowtie is a main character in asoue.

”(...) what kind of irresponsible teacher would just forget three children they are responsible for?" A reference to all the fucking irresponsible teachers in the world

Chapter 20: Duncan gets dust in his eyes

"Duncan, I can assure you that nobody here will break their arm or leg for that matter due to any wood." Fooooreshaaadoowiiiing~

Chapter 21: Inordinate amounts of weird behaviour

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 22: A fatal, optimistic accident

"Why, but you are so small!" (...) "Uh, yeah?" Duncan said, "We are children." A reference to a line from Charlie and the chocolate factory from 2005

Chapter 23: A real fatal accident at Lucky Smells

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 24: The Quagmires kill a spoiled girl’s teddy bear

Carmelita’s mom is named Veruca, based on Veruca Salt

Chapter 25: New school, new chapter

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 26: Where the shipping starts

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 27: Very lovely indeed with a twist

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 28: Olaf ruins everything

”What if we walk in on him stroking his violin?” I did this joke some chapters ago but this time someone else than Nero says it. It’s a dirty joke.

Chapter 29: Why many children was afraid of P.E after reading the austere academy

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 30: An examination gone wrong

”This is a solidarity act” Violet is bisexual and Isadora is a lesbian. It’s a WLW solidarity

”Quigley, what color were the elephants I saw floating in the sky (...)” ”Pink” This is a reference to pink elephants on parade from Dumbo

”What comes after ’love love, peace peace’ in the second chorus of the song?” ”It’s ’and a burning fake piano” THIS GUYS is a reference to the song Love, Love, peace peace from Eurovision song contest 2016.

Chapter 31: Rich kids exploring a rich party

No particular references in this chapter

Chapter 32: A penthouse of familiarity and funny names

”I am Isadora Avi Quagmire.” A reference to the actress Avi Lake who played Isadora in Netflix

The hairdresser is named Bobbi, after Bobbi from Phineas and Ferb (who also was a hairdresser)

Chapter 33: Gunther ruins everything, yeah thanks for that Gunther

”I have seen stranger things.” ”We all have.” A reference to Stranger Things

”My name isn’t Quiglefort.” ”Yes, it is.” Foreshadowing to a thing in part 2 of this AU

Chapter 34: This abyss of world destroyed

The title is a reference to the Gothic archies ”This abyss”

”Don’t worry Baudelaires, don’t feel disgrace (...) The Quagmire triplets are on the case.” Reference to that poem from TAA, and also a reference to the title of QBS. Part 1s undertitle is ”Don’t worry world don’t feel disgrace” and part 2 is ”The Quagmire triplets are on the case”

Chapter 35: Runaway triplets

”Duncan? Did you just OD in there?” A reference to Steve and Robin’s famous bathroom scene from stranger things

Chapter 36: Too many rules for a village

”Rule 2001 says ’do not quite people from other universes’.” Quigley said shiitake mushrooms, which I have explained twice is from spy kids. Spy kids came out in 2001.

Chapter 37: Why children shouldn’t help someone out of jail

”(...) if the council of elders find out-” ”We’re dead!” A reference to a line from stranger things 3 episode 1

There’s a whole paragraph where Duncan said he has checked atleast ”seven million billion thousand times” and then the triplets remember how they used to dance around a coffin in their uncle Elwyn’s house. That was a reference to the musical Fun Home, particularly the song ”Come to the fun home” where the children make a commercial about their funeral home.

Chapter 38: An emotional escape

”Shit.” (...) ”Where?” A reference to when Violet said ”rats.” in TVV, and Klaus thought it was actual rats. But, in the swedish translation they translated ”rats” to ”shit”. I thought it was so funny I had to include it here

That was all for part 1! Thanks for supporting this fanfic of mine!

#asoue #asoue au #isadora quagmire #duncan quagmire #quigley quagmire #the quagmire triplets #the quagmire baudelaire switch #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #count olaf #esme squalor #reference guide

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