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[zeroth-writes]

One Person -Juan Rainer-

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Pairing: Juan Rainer / Fem!Reader

Summary: As they sit in the fish eye, Lawan tells Aiden a little story of how the big bad playboy Juan turned into a softie, for only one person.

Word Count: 496

A/N: Hello! I'm sorry if this is all over the place, i wrote half of this MONTHS ago and just finally started to get back into writing.

"You wanna know why he's stuck by her"?

Lawan pointed the neck of her beer bottle toward the couple at the bar before taking a short swig of the luke warm liquid. Aiden raised his eyebrows before chuckling. His gaze followed to couple before studying them.

The man was turned sideways, but when at back view he could still tell it was Juan. The jacket alone was a dead giveaway but you add in the hair and way to expensive bottle of old time liquor.

The women however, as her back was facing him had zero incline as to who she is.

"I know I'm still new the area, but even I know what he's after." Lawan shared the laugh. "Fair point, but she's different."

The sniper finished off her beverage before turning fully towards the bar, motioning the pilgrim to do the same.

"See how she's not even looking towards Juan as he talks to her? She's completely ignoring him, yet the guy's still wasting his breath on her. Which is weird for a guy like him. Normally he'd move on to someone else, try again another night."

The pilgrim took a few moments to look at the pair. Not once did Juan look around, even as a pretty girl passed right by him, his eyes never leave the women in front of him.

"So what makes her so special" The female chuckled at his question.

"She doesn't want him." Aiden's eyes narrowed before Lawan continued. "From the moment he first tried flirting with her, She wanted nothing to do with him. Didn't even make an excused - and i was there when she shut him down. If you ask him he'd say that she's just 'playing hard to get. She'll come around' "

The pilgrim's attention is fully towards the sniper as she talks. His face churning with each word the falls past her lips.

"That still doesn't answer my question." Lawan scoffed "Because you didn't let me finish. Juan is used to getting whatever he wants. Women, clothes, cigars, paintings, men. Except her. Sure this has happened a few times, someone isn't interested in him and he moves to someone else."

Lawan's finger moves to pair at each member of the pairing before returning towards the table "This has been going on for months now. And the reason he hasn't given up. He loves her."

Aiden nearly spills his full bottle of beer. " I didn't think he was capable of loving another human." Though is was just a mutter, the insult hit Lawan's ears, causing the women to bout out a laugh.

They turned they attention back to Juan and his 'partner' only to see her getting up to leave and Juan staring slack jawed.

Aiden was about to make a smartass comment, but before his lips could part, Juan had slapped a stack of cash on the counter before jogging after her while yelling something.

"Maybe one day prince charming with get the princess"

[thevividgreenmoss]

what are your favorite books? you always seem to read interesting things!

I always say this but I'm so terrible at picking favorites but off of mostly what first came to mind when operating within the self-imposed limitations of only covering fiction & keeping it to one title per author here are some all time faves (in no particular order and based on no criteria I can pin down past the fact that they all had me 🤯😱 and 😭🥰 the entire time while reading and they've all kept rattling around in my head & stirring my heart long past whenever I last put them down):

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse/The Waves (breaking one of the two rules that I made up myself off the bat which one could argue (one being myself arguing, also, with myself in this case, but perhaps also someone else reading this) defeats the purpose of having them in place in the first place but ykw. Structure should be put in place to guide and direct things not to like constrain and suffocate also I can't choose between these two and also (x2) maybe they shouldn't be separated to begin with like did you (again, me. But again, again, maybe also you!) ever think about that no because you never think.

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

Philip K. Dick, Ubik

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H. (the passage where the titular G.H. discusses imagining someone holding your hand alone :((((( although luckily that's nowhere near the extent or range of what's provided here)

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights (The novel)

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

Toni Morrison, Jazz

Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Autumn of the Patriarch (this was...probably the hardest to just pick one for but just for the purposes of this post I'm going with this over One Hundred Years or Love in the Time of Cholera partially because of recent bias but also like literally every sentence in this had my jaw on the floor like legiterally blown away, stunned, awestruck, all of those things by each single line let alone how each single line hits you in light of preceding lines / in anticipation of subsequent lines. Also the book that more than any other flows in a manner that seems of a piece with The Waves, although they're very unique books and each has a distinct style that lends itself to a distinct reading experience, there's a definite family resemblance between crucial aspects of their narration I think...

Nathalie Sarraute, Childhood

Elena Ferrante, Neapolitan novels (counting these as one too)

Juan Rulfo, Pedro Peramo

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart

Anna Kavan, Ice

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

James Ellroy, American Tabloid

Robert Walser, The Tanners

[lifejustgotawkward]

365 Day Movie Challenge (2019) - #151: What Have I Done to Deserve This? (1984) - dir. Pedro Almodóvar

Any assessment of Pedro Almodóvar’s career would be incomplete without a focus on one of his most captivating stars, actress Carmen Maura. She has a sterling showcase in the 1984 dramedy What Have I Done to Deserve This? as Gloria, a middle-class housewife who is overwhelmed by her family’s many needs. In the cramped apartment that they share in a Madrid high-rise, cash-strapped Gloria deals with her husband Antonio (Ángel de Andrés López), a cabbie who neglects her unless he’s hungry, horny or demanding cash; Antonio’s mother (the always delightful Chus Lampreave), who is addicted to sugary foods, keeps a collection of large sticks in her closet and tries to hide a pet lizard named Dinero from Gloria; and two sons, Toni (Juan Martínez) and Miguel (Miguel Ángel Herranz), the former of whom earns money as a drug dealer and the latter is literally given away by an exhausted Gloria to a dentist who is obviously a pedophile.

Life presents challenges for Gloria at every turn. Her only close friend in her apartment building is Cristal (Verónica Forqué), a friendly prostitute with a predilection for unusual clients. Gloria’s only fun comes from hanging out with Cristal and babysitting a young neighbor with telekinetic powers named Vanessa (Sonia Hohmann), who enjoys ruffling the feathers of her heartless mother Juani (Kiti Mánver) whenever possible. (You know you’re watching a Pedro Almodóvar film when it’s not at all surprising to witness a little girl rearranging a kitchen’s decor using only her brain.) Death and heartache visit Gloria’s home, but just when everything seems to be too bleak to abide, she finds a reason to keep living.

There is a clearly Fassbinder-esque quality to the visual aesthetics of What Have I Done to Deserve This?, but it’s also a comedy. As Chicago Tribune film critic Larry Kart more fully described the film in his 1985 review, “imagine a film codirected by Rainer Werner Fassbinder and Jerry Lewis and scripted by Luis Buñuel and Cheech and Chong.” We see a detective with erectile dysfunction, a married pair of writers who drink their cares away, a bizarre TV commercial for coffee starring a young Cecilia Roth and a scene from either a musical film or TV show in which Pedro Almodóvar and artist/musician Fabio McNamara wear elegant costumes and lipsync to a melodramatic song. There is also a touching moment when Toni and his abuela attend a screening of the Elia Kazan film Splendor in the Grass - another way for Almodóvar to pay homage to his love of cinema - and the music composed by Bernardo Bonezzi creates an additional layer of emotion, such as in the score’s title track and in “La Soledad de Gloria,” which was reused in the opening credits of Law of Desire.

Overall, What Have I Done to Deserve This? isn’t as wholly successful as the stories and performances of Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!, Matador and Law of Desire, but Deserve is still a necessary and entertaining production from the early years of Almodóvar’s career. The next film of his that I will review is High Heels, so I will look more in depth at the auteur’s fascination with the theme of mothers.

[bluebrightly]

“The Mountain” in this case, is Mt. Rainier.  A powerful presence in the Seattle area, Mt. Rainier has an elegant silhouette that always turns my head. It rises on the horizon like a grandly elegant queen dressed in pale silk and dark velvet. Even for those who only see a huge dome of ice and rock, it’s a commanding feature of the the local landscape. Below, Rainier on clear days in June and November from Seattle.

  The destination most people visit when going to the mountain is called Paradise, and for good reason. Paradise is stunning. It offers scenic trails that accommodate everyone; families, serious hikers, and people in wheelchairs can all wander together through mountain meadows and gape at breathtaking vistas.

But Paradise gets crowded.

Arrive after 10 am on a summer day and you’re probably going to park in a distant lot and then trudge uphill to the trailheads and lodge. We went to Sunrise, on the southeastern side of the mountain. It’s not as crowded, it offers plenty of spectacle, and at 6400 feet, it’s the highest place you can go on the mountain in a vehicle.  Rainier’s icy summit is much higher – over 14,400 feet – and getting up there is a whole different matter, best left to those in top physical condition.

As you switchback your way up the mountain towards Sunrise, Rainier is a formidable white beast looming overhead.

Partly due to its abrupt rise from the foothills below, Mt. Rainer makes its own weather.  Air warmed by the sun rises up the slopes, then it cools and clouds are created. When viewed from Seattle and the suburbs, the mountain is often graced with a frothy, cumulus cloud necklace around its middle. Sometimes Rainier sports a stylish white cap of clouds, and once in a while a curvy lenticular (lens shaped) cloud parks over the summit. The mountain has many faces, many moods.

When we arrived this time, the top of the mountain was draped in clouds.  I enjoyed watching them continually coalesce, dissolve and re-form in a mesmerizing, vaporous dance.

It’s all part of the pageantry.

Above, Emmons Glacier (the largest in the continental US) can be seen coming down the flank of the cloud-covered mountain, with the White River at its base and Frozen Lake to the side of the river. Little Tahoma, a satellite volcanic remnant of Rainer, is the craggy peak to the left.  Tahoma was the native name for Mount Rainier before British Captain George Vancouver named it for a friend, Rear Admiral Peter Rainier. I won’t go into my opinion of naming places after powerful friends instead of choosing a name that describes the place itself. Or how about honoring the name already given to the place by earlier inhabitants? You can guess my feelings on the matter.

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Above, the White River braids through the valley. Originating from the Emmons glacier, the river flows 75 miles before meeting the Puyallup River, which empties into Puget Sound. The sound’s tidal water flows through the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which empties into the Pacific Ocean.

I imagine that a fist full of ice on Rainer’s summit at 14,400 feet might eventually become water deep in Puget Sound, perhaps 900 feet below sea level. The locations are only 75 miles apart as the crow (or raven) flies: over 23,000 feet difference in elevation, in just 75 miles.  Imagine Pacific Ocean water evaporating into clouds that drift east and eventually fall as snow somewhere up on Mt. Rainier: the circle is complete.

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For a moment the clouds drift away and the summit emerges. The air is crisp with breezes that seem to emanate from the purest places. Butterflies float across my path and sip from lavender alpine asters. I hear a raven croak, it appears overhead a minute later, then disappears in silence. I peer at the mountain’s surface, fascinated by the glacier’s curved fissures and cracks. They look tiny from where I stand, like wrinkles, but these are the deep crevasses that form as glacial ice glides over the mountain’s rough surface, and they claim lives. Just days before we came to gaze at this glacier a climber fell into a crevasse while descending from his summit climb, and was killed.

Great beauty, great power.

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The Silver Forest Trail at Sunrise is well named. The area saw a serious fire years ago; now, tree skeletons are scattered about the terrain like giant beasts and sculptures, some still upright, others long since collapsed. Each one nourishes the flora and fauna here, as it slowly decomposes.

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It’s sad to see the mountain disappear in the rear view mirror. I want to go right back up! Until next time……..

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�� To the Mountain! "The Mountain" in this case, is Mt. Rainier.  A powerful presence in the Seattle area, Mt. Rainier has an elegant silhouette that always turns my head.