#julienne oranges

[jimsaksa]

Pasta Salad - Penne Pasta Salad Recipe

This simple pasta salad is beautiful thanks to the julienned oranges, yellow peppers, and red onion. And it is both delicious and attractive thanks to the creamy dressing, which is flavored with dill, parmesan, and mustard. twelve servings.

[candyatkins]

Recipe for Penne Pasta Salad Julienne oranges and yellow peppers and red onion make this easy pasta salad beautiful. And the creamy dressing, spiked with mustard, parmesan and dill, makes it as delicious as it is comely. Serves twelve.

[marinavshifrin]

Recipe for Penne Pasta Salad This simple pasta salad is beautiful thanks to the julienned oranges, yellow peppers, and red onion. And it is both delicious and attractive thanks to the creamy dressing, which is flavored with dill, parmesan, and mustard. twelve servings. 16 ounces penne pasta, 1 yellow bell pepper thinly sliced, 1/2 cup Dijon-style prepared mustard, 1 red onion julienned, 1 cup creamy salad dressing e.g. Miracle Whip â„¢, 1.5 cups grated Parmesan cheese, 1 orange bell pepper julienned, 1 tablespoon dried dill weed

[anonslittlehelpers]

Penne Pasta Salad This simple pasta salad is beautiful thanks to the julienned oranges, yellow peppers, and red onion. And it is both delicious and attractive thanks to the creamy dressing, which is flavored with dill, parmesan, and mustard. twelve servings.

[andypantsx3]

I love the TodoReaderBaku polycule idea!! I imagine them pushing the others buttons in the morning as they get ready for work and then you come home late that evening to them snoozing and cuddled up together in their sleep on the couch while they wait for you. They(bakugou) already made dinner but they didn’t want to eat without you 🥹💕

This is soooo cute omg you are giving me big domestic tdbkreader feelies. 🥺 I hope it's okay that I wrote you a lil something inspired by this.

contents: shouto x reader x bakugou, established relationship, domestic fluff, gender neutral reader, sfw, 1k

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

It's late, the sun already streaming in through your windows, pooling in streaks of pale gold across your floor. From where you're wrapped up in the blankets you can just make out a pair of Shouto's discarded pants laying across the floor, Katsuki's folded with military precision atop the hamper. You stretch, joints popping, until the sound of voices draws your attention again.

"The fuck is that supposed to be, huh?" comes Katsuki's growl from beyond the door.

Shouto's low tone answers him, his voice soft and almost indecipherable. You can tell the two of them haven't been up for much longer than you by the rasp in Katsuki's voice, the deep hum of Shouto's. "They are Julie Anne."

There is an incredulous pause, and you can almost see the expression on Katsuki's face. Barely awake, you just manage to stifle your own laugh into the blanket when Shouto's meaning comes to you, and Katsuki's scandalized inhale makes you smile harder.

"It's julienne, dumbfuck. Who the hell is Julie Anne?" he demands.

"They are julienne, then," Shouto says placidly, which you know grinds Katsuki's gears even more than defensiveness.

"This is half a fucking carrot, I said cut 'em tiny!" Katsuki hisses.

Shouto says something in reply you can't quite make out, and Katsuki all but growls—except then there's the softest, slick sound of a kiss, and you know Shouto has pulled out his ultimate move to quiet your boyfriend down.

"Think you can just do whatever because you're cute," Katsuki mutters after a moment, but his tone gives him away. It's easily a thousand degrees warmer than it was moments before, and you can tell by the sound of his voice that the tips of his ears are scarlet.

A helplessly fond smile pulls at your mouth as you stretch again, and you figure you should get out to the kitchen now that the waters have calmed.

The process of unrolling yourself from the blankets takes a minute, and then you spend another few hunting around for the shirt and pants Shouto flung off of you somewhere last night, and a few more brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Something is hissing on the stove by the time you make it out to the kitchen, and the room smells mouthwatering.

Shouto has apparently been exiled to the far side of the island, and your boyfriend turns to you, his hair a little flatted on the left side, red strands tangling up with the white. His long fingers clutch a glass of orange juice, and he looks so adorably morning-ruffled and sweet you almost fall over your feet in your haste to kiss him.

"Good morning, love," he says, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He's warm and tastes like fresh oranges, and his bare chest is almost too beautifully sculpted in the morning sun. You let him pull you into his lap, and only get a little flustered with the way his arm muscle cords as he does so.

He hooks his arms around you, pressing his mouth into your shoulder, and you shiver with the delicious warmth of him along your back.

"Thought you mighta died in there," Katsuki says, scarlet eyes finding yours over the counter. "'S late for you."

He's bare chested too, miles of golden skin on display in his low-slung grey sweatpants and your mouth goes a little dry just looking at him.

"Luckily someone set the bickering boyfriend alarm," you say, eyes barely finding their way back up to his face.

Katsuki grins, a wicked thing, and leans over the counter to seize your mouth, a long-fingered hand cupping your chin. He tastes like coffee, an indulgence he only allows himself on weekends, and he slides you a matching mug when he finally lets your mouth free, having to return to the rolled omelette he's making.

"I might be in love with you," you say gratefully, taking a sip, reveling in how good it is. Katsuki only does freshly ground—a million miles better than the instant powder or coffee pods you brew yourself on your way out to work. You're definitely in love.

"Then I might be inclined to let you have some of this," Katsuki says. The motion of his arm as he flaps the dishtowel over his shoulder is notably smug.

You settle back into Shouto, sipping your drinks together quietly as you watch a traditional Japanese breakfast come together under Katsuki's talented hands. He plates up rice, his rolled omelette, and then a sauteed kale stem and carrot salad off the stove—so that's what the julienne talk was about. Then grilled fish is laid over the top of the rice, and Katsuki lays out another side of soup and several tiny plates of carved fruits.

Shouto helps you off of his lap gently when it's finished, and Katsuki crowds you into your own chair between the two of them, charging another kiss for his efforts. You pay up eagerly, the meal and the man in front of you equally delicious.

"Eat it all," Katsuki demands of Shouto over your shoulder as he takes his own seat, pointing his chopsticks like a weapon at him. "You overused your quirk in Bunkyo yesterday, y'need to make up the energy deficit."

Shouto hums, used to Katsuki's bossiness.

You have to suppress an appreciative groan when the first bite of breakfast hits your mouth. The fish is fresh and sweet and the rice is warm and fluffy. As with anything Katsuki makes, it's cookbook perfect.

"It's sooo good," you say, your usual—though heartfelt—platitude. "Really good. Thank you both."

"It is made with love," Shouto specifies, his tone low and earnest in that disarming way he has. In the corner of your vision, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but pointedly does not deny it.

You take another bite, hiding your smile in a mouthful of sauteed kale stem and badly-julienned carrot.

[thefandomdirtymind]

Would you be willing or interested in like either a small Drabble or fic about Sanji’s hands? Preferably with a chubby or plus sized reader? Like how he would grab them or pleasure them? Cause I am fucking obsessed with his hands and loving the work that you’re putting out ❤️❤️

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi ! Sorry for the wait, I had tried for a while to decide if I did an headcanon or a fic and my brain just decided a morning for me. The fact that the reader is a chubby or plus size is implied but without to much precision since every bodies are different and I succeed ( I still don't know how) to put 29 time the word hands in this ! I hope you will like it !

Under his touch (NSFW)

OPLA - Sanji x Chubby/Plus size reader

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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As you were sitting at the table in the kitchen. The declining light of the sun bathing of a golden orange, the pages of your book, the paper barricade lifted high enough to dissimulate your focused gaze.You couldn’t deny it any longer. 

When you sat there, after the departure of the others for a visit to the near island, you were determined to advance yourself in your reading. But, as much as you had tried, if anybody would have asked you what your book was talking about, you couldn’t have, even at the price of your life, given them an answer. 

For the past few minutes, you had been fixing the fascinating view that was the tall frame of Sanji, doing his preparation for the next day. But, more precisely his strong mid-sleeveless forearms and his hands, always in movement. His longs and slender fingers holding the knife and keeping firmly in place the diverse items he was chopping. 

Yet, meal preparation and appreciation of his skilled talent at cutting julienne wasn’t exactly what was putting your mind in a spin. For days now, the thought of his capable hands on your body, caressing tenderly your skin, exploring every one of your curves, giving them the admiration they deserved and traces with his fingertips your stretch marks like it was the most exquisite piece of art he ever saw, had made you wonder if something didn’t go well with you. Never before have you had this kind of thought or fixation about the part of somebody, neither it had caused you all those sensations. 

And then, the dream began, followed by the daydream until you couldn’t play the innocent anymore. You had a special kink for the hands of Sanji,in addition of the man himself. 

The fantasy, day or night, were always mostly different by the way it was started and the various locations it takes place. Still, every which of them have the same point that Sanji was eager, in the same way he was about a new recipe or annoy Zoro, to show you how much pleasures he can gave you with his hands, before properly fuck you.

Holding your book more loosely, your mind slowly drifting, you almost could hear him calling you by one of his sweet french pet names. But as you were trying to understand which one, you realized that the voice wasn’t in your head.

“ * Ma douce, are you okay ? You haven’t changed your page for a while now. I know that those carrots are the most sexy things you've ever seen, even my omelette au fromage * on the counter is jealous, but it's still just a vegetable” Sanji chuckles, extracting you from your daydream. * My sweet , * Cheese omelet 

“Oh sorry, I hm, I was just wondering how you cut those so quick without hurting yourself” You said, trying to hide the embarrassment of being caught fixing him. 

“ It’s nothing more than practice and good hand placement. I can teach you if you want, come here.” He joyfully replied, well intended and excited to share his cooking interest.

Putting down your book, you joined him behind the kitchen island, your nervous breath slightly caught in your throat when he held your waist to place you in front of the cutting board, before placing himself behind you. His warm breath brushed slightly the tips of your ear, as he was giving you the knife and positioning your hands.

“ So now love we will place our finger like this “ He said, helping you adjust your grip on the carrot.” And we will cut at this distance, retreating gradually our fingers without releasing your hold. We wouldn’t like it to slip and cut that pretty skin of yours “ 

“ Of course” You simply answer, the sensation of his body against yours after so many days of languin, making you quite hot.

You were only at the second carrot and archived to reach a good pace, when he sadly left you back, clearing his throat. 

“ hm, hm, mon coeur, even if I enjoy your company and your help I think I will have to finish it myself…” The blond tells, trying to smile as well as strangely avoiding your gaze. 

“ I know that my cuts are a little bit uneven but I thought…” You start before he interrupts you. 

“ It’s not it mon coeur, you did well, it’s more if we continue like that I’m afraid I wouldn’t longer be able to only be your friend. Being enveloped by your scent, feeling all those marvelous curves against me, it’s like Icarus and the beautiful sun,... I’m not that strong…” He confessed, clearly embarrassed, putting aside the collar of his striped shirt.

“ Maybe I don’t want you to only be my friend” You at your turn confessed, surprised by his reaction. Sanji was an obvious but gentlemanly flirt, but never you saw him as flushed for only a few touches. “ For days now I think at more…intimate things” 

Taking a moment to register your answer. Sanji slowly approached you, cupping the side of your face with one of his hands, his thumbs softly brushing against your lower lips. 

“ Then I should maybe show you how I would gladly burn for you” He whispered before taking possession of your mouth.  

Your lower back pressed against the island, the food long forgotten. His feverish hands were traveling on your still clothed body, trying to remove or put aside the fabrics to reach your soft bare skin, his mouth covering your neck and throat of kisses, leaving this and there love bites. Unbuttoning his shirt and helping him remove the frustrating clothes, until you finally stood in the simplest of your underwear. The nervous thought of your often insecure body washing away under his amazed gaze. 

“ Magnifique* “ Sanji said, throwed his shirt behind him, as his eyes encompassed you whole. * Magnificent

Pushing aside the neglected prep items. The blond cook tenderly took your waist, sitting you on the surface, chuckling at the little surprise noise you made as you bare ass met the wooden surface. 

As he let his hands roaming free on your body, caressing your side and slowly spreading your thighs, you felt his finger digging in your plum flesh, lazily advancing in the direction of your warm center. 

“ You know, I think I could become really intoxicated by all this. All this skin to explore, to mark, to flustered, to make mine” Sanji said “ Please, let me enjoy every inches of you Y/N“  

Nodding of the head,as your breath became more and more panting and he pushed aside the silky fabric of your bra while his mouth explored your breast, taking between his lips your hardened nipples and sucking on them gently. You tried to regain a certain clarity of mind, yet, you knew at the minute his digits reached your cunt that it was an already lost battle. His fingertips brushing against the covered lips of your pussy and his thumbs nonchalantly rub your clits, you let escape a anticipation sigh.  

“ Please, allow me” Your lover asked, waiting for your full consent, kissing your jaw. “ I will make you feel so good I promise, I will make you dance on my fingers, cry of joy under my palm, I want to find your special spot and I will take no rest before finding it“ 

“ Sanji,please, push those in me before I lose my mind “ You pleaded, his sweet promise making you head spin. 

The most adorable and joyful smile you had seen plastering his face, Sanji complied, helping you to remove the coton obstacle before sliding it in his pants pocket. His pace, at first, was slow and steady, letting you adjust around his digits, his thumb playing a warming game of brush and rub against your clits. But, as your body quickly accommodates, he gradually took more speed, drinking every one of your praises like a good wine. 

“ Oh please don’t stop, so good Sanji, so good ! “ You moan against his mouth, rolling your hips. 

“ You're so pretty when you dance on my hand like that, yes just like that ma douce “ He encouraged you, his hand pistoning in and out of you, his other helping your hips moving. 

Like he promised, he takes no rest, making you come on his fingers, his gaze glued to the magnificent vision of your form going undone. 

It was during the time you were getting down from your orgasm, Sanji fingers still buried in you, that he discovered your sensitive spot, accidentally pushing it as he was repositioning his finger.

“ Sanji ! “ You exclaimed, gripping his forearms in support. 

“ What mon coeur, did I find an interesting spot ? “ He asked, pushing it again, watching you close your eyes and almost lose your mind, before repeatedly playing with it, pushing you off the edge over and over.

“ Sanji wait, too much,please that too much, wait” You beg, your thigh shaking under the overstimulation of your g-spot and his palm rubbing against your pulsing clits. 

A proud smile on his lips and the ocean blue of his eyes darken by lust. He slowly removed his digit from your center, watching you getting down from your euphoria. He patiently licked his fingers clean, groaning like if your taste was the best flavor in the world. 

“ Mon coeur, if you let me. In a really near future,  I would love to take my time and savor you again, being in a rush like this will not give me enough time, but I swear to taste you again until your butter soft thighs close around my head and shakes  ” He promised you, tracing of his fingers the pattern of your mother nature given tattoos on your hips, his eyes never living yours. 

“ Yes please “ You replied, capturing his lips in a kiss, tasting on them your own arousal.

Opening his pants, gladly freeing his aching cock, taking your turn to explore him with your fingertips ,your name on his lips, as he grabbed your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints bruises.

“ Love, you’re really determined to put me on my knees or be the end of me isn’t it?“ He panted, accusing the regular stroke and movement of your hand along his already sensible length. 

Yet,It didn’t take long for you to feel him inside you again, you delicious torture reducing him as a begging mess to feel your warm around his cock.

Helping you to lie down on the island kitchen, resting your legs on his shoulder, he carefully penetrated you, his groan and moans mixing with yours as he thrusted in you in a steady rhythm, adapting his pace to your expression of pleasure.

The noise of your skins slapping against each other and your moaning filling the kitchen, you felt the turmoil in your body growing, making grip the border of the table , your hips lifting off the surface by themselves. 

“ Sanji I…I will come “ You cried out, reaching for his hands that he gladly gave you to hold.

“ I’m really close too, mon coeur. Seeing you like that, so pretty and in that pleasure state in my own kitchen, I would never imagine so much beauty “ He said, his voice showing his struggle to keep his hips to buckle. 

But,as he pushed further in you, making your orgasm burst and seeing stars. You felt his dick twitch as he came,letting escape in a whine the most beautiful way you had ever heard your name. 

As you were both putting back your clothes, exchanging kisses and glances, you heard the rest of the crew coming back from their island excursion. Luffy being like usual, the loudest. Giving a last glance to be sure that the kitchen was like is usual self , at the exception of the recently open window, you smile to Sanji, taking back your place with your book as he bend above you to whispered in your ears. 

“ Don’t forget your promise mon coeur, I haven’t finished exploring every inch of your beautiful body, neither will I soon forget your taste in my tongue” Sanji smiles, leaving a last kiss on your lips before washing his hands and returning to his carrots.

Trying to bring back your attention to your book, a smile on your lips, you knew that no daydream would ever beat those past and future moments. 

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[mcsm-confessions]

Fuck it I’m giving all the Jesses names and you can’t stop me

Red suspenders: Jesse (He’s a light skinned Biracial Man and he’s a gay trans man 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈) (He’s the kindest of all the Jesse’s) (He and Lukas are so in love)

Yellow Clip: Jade (She’s White and She’s Harsh but fair and kind)

Green Suspenders: Justinus (He’s stoical and is pretty good at playing the violin) (He’s gives performances to his fellow order members and staff)

Red Clip: Judith (She’s shy and a sapphic lesbian) (She really likes Petra)

Yellow Suspenders: Jarvis (No that’s not a fucking Marvel Refrence) (They use They/he pronouns and has a Father-son Relationship with Radar)

Purple Clip: Julienne (No nonsense and strict with Radar, but cares for him) (She’s asexual)

Pink suspenders: Jay (A flirty, fun loving playboy that adores making Lukas blush) (He’s a raging pansexual)

Pink Clip: Juri (Sweet, Bubbly and clumsy, she’d fit more as the protagonist of a shojo manga) (She’s Japanese)

Orange Suspenders: Jasha (Smart, blunt and sharp, he’s closest to Olivia and Radar’s cool older brother figure) (He’s intersex and identifies as male)

other yellow clip: Jennifer ( Wants you to believe in yourself and receives flowers and chocolates from fans at the most Random moments)

Black Suspenders: Jengo (An amazing cook who loves to spoil his friends and staff) (is agender and uses any pronouns)

other purple clip: Jemny (She acts super reserved and mysterious and is subtly trying to convince Radar that she’s a vampire)

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[serendipminie-writes]

Seven Snippets, Seven People Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @awleeofficial! This is a new one for me too ahaha

Rules: Post seven snippets and tag seven people!

I will use seven different WIPs!

Love and Other Lies

It's the dawn, and Ryn likes to believe that he rises with the sun, akin to the way a morning glory blossoms under the sunlight.

Blood Moon

The breeze blows softly outside, bringing with it the subtle scent of autumnal spice. Outside Julienne Toussaint’s open window, the midday sun beats down on the falling leaves stricken with lush gold, vibrant red, dull orange and crisp brown, making them seem to glow.

Cherry Blossoms (a short story)

“I love the nature here,” Angel smiled, eyes sparkling as they skated across the landscape surrounding them. “I get to tend to everything here, and it’s so beautiful to create luscious life out of nothing but a few tiny seeds.” He looks down at the hands clasped in his lap, fair eyelashes casting pale shadows along his cheekbones. “I love my plants. They are what’s left of my family.”

Troubled Waters

"Sometimes, when one walks along the thin line where the ocean rises up to meet soft sand, it's possible to hear a soft singing. It's said that the souls of heartbroken people are forever trapped in these waters. Sometimes the singing turns into wailing, broken noises showing pain, for the mermaids cannot cry."

Dynasty

“Love,” the warlock had told me, fixing me with his bright crimson irises, “love is the most powerful and most dangerous force to have existed. Love has killed more than every disease combined. Mortals will do crazy, unspeakable things in the name of love.” 

Part of Your World (a fic collab with @faceglitchsworld)

The island of Crescent-Moon is a delightful place to grow up. With turquoise waters hugging its banks and an intricate village filled with generous people, there is a place for everybody on the island, or at least that’s how Teresa feels. 

Creatures of the Night (a vampire fic I'm working on)

“Want to go out for a bite?” he says, a seductive smirk playing upon his lips. His crimson eyes burn into her, gaze resting near the hollow of her neck, and for a second, she's not entirely sure he’s talking about food.

These kind of suck I'm so sorry but I can't think of anything else that's newer that I've written.

I'll tag @dancinginsepia, @worldsfromhoney, @ashfordlabs, @bassguitarinablackt-shirt, @ko0l-k1dd0, @holdmyteaplease and @briannaswords only if you want!

[enteringdullsville]

Georgia, the Peach Drewman

Statistics

Aesthetic: Friendly

Age: 25 (Season One)

Alignment: Inhibitor

Badge: Peach

Color Type: Orange

Effects: Hatarang (GA throws her hat like a boomerang); Weed Whacker (GA sprouts roots from the ground to clobber the opponent); Rumbleweed (GA drags the opponent into a fight cloud); Bullet Seed (GA spits out seeds with incredible force and precision)

Extra Forms: Rotten Core (GA’s personality does a 180, losing all honor while gaining a power/speed boost. Obtained in Season Five)

Family: Barnaby, Kelsey, and Amanda Kobblestohn (Brother and Sisters); Pappy Kobblestohn (Father)

Standout Features: Cowgirl hat, squint, freckles and suntanned “nose”, overalls over button up, ponytail done up in a bow, boots.

Rank: A- (Main Character)

Character Bases

Development

Georgia’s a character whose concept was always solid but her exact design was hard to pin down. Pretty much every time I drew her I ended up experimenting with her facial structure, hairdo, hat, and eyes. The rounder face eventually won out and her hair became a cross between her first and penultimate styles, while her eyes became something entirely different (the eyes on her very first design were recycled for Lila).

Personality wise, GA became defined less by her background to make her a more flexible character. Georgia was designed alongside recurring character Julienne as a replacement for Rosie in what was formerly her (Rosie’s) time-skip spotlight season and was initially meant to debut in Season Two of ICT as a new recruit. Instead she was the last main character to be added to the main roster.

Be Keen

[nbula-rising]

Pomegranate Almond Raita

Ingredients:

(Amount of all ingredients are approximate and can be changed)

2 cups plain Greek yogurt (or thick, strained yogurt) 1 cup pomegranate arils 1/4 almond slivers or slices Powdered sugar to taste (you may use any other sweetener) Zest of one orange (if you do not have an orange, you may use a few drops of pure orange extract) 4-5 leaves of fresh mint (optional) + more for garnish if you want

Method:

If you are not using Greek yogurt, strain out the yogurt until it’s thick and creamy. Remove arils from pomegranates and set aside.

Muddle sugar with mint leaves. If you are not using sugar, julienne the mint leaves or crush them. Whisk yogurt and orange zest or extract, until creamy and lump free. Fold in the sugar and mint. Fold in the pomegranate arils and the almonds.

Garnish with more pomegranate arils and fresh mint. Chill until ready to serve.

This is a very free form recipe. Use any amount of yogurt to any amount of pomegranates. Serve as a side dish, a condiment, healthy snack or a dessert.

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Kubrick

An ordinary story told in an extraordinary way. “Eyes Wide Shut” is the story of a marriage. Love, lust, jealousy, temptation, lies, confession, and forgiveness. Playing with the danger of flirting, or watching your partner do the same, provides a break from the daily grind of married life. Eroticism with a safety harness. Like a carnival ride.

A well-off couple prepares for a night out, babysitter and all. Alice’s (Nicole Kidman) loveliness is ignored by her husband, and they’re off. At Victor Ziegler’s (Sydney Pollack) holiday party, where they know nobody, Dr. Bill Harford (Tom Cruise) sees an old buddy from medical school playing the piano. The couple separate. Alice dances with a Hungarian vampire (Sky du Mont). It is sexy and thrilling. She leaves her glass. He drinks her blood. Each time they lean in, so close, it’s unnerving and arousing.

“Eyes Wide Shut” is a rich, open text. It’s a dream, it’s a trip under the rainbow, it’s through the looking glass, it’s a Christmas tale. Or, something more mundane. Alice gives it away in the film’s conclusion: we just need to fuck. This is the story of a young, beautiful, busy couple who can’t find the time for intimacy — the punch line to countless sitcom jokes.

Read literally, the text of the film is absurd. A most elaborate male fantasy is the backdrop for a mystery, a thriller, a conspiracy tale. For Bill Harford, flirtation is small talk: a Sam Spade misdirection.

He spends much of the holiday party in a walking threesome. Later, he interrogates Domino’s (Vinessa Shaw) roommate about Domino’s whereabouts while fondling her breast, as if he’s discussing the weather. Harford is a charming doctor who attracts attention from women and men alike — a smitten hotel desk clerk (Alan Cumming) — in nearly every scene.

Reading the film as a dream helps navigate these surreal moments. So does reading it as satire. Bill Harford flashes his medical credentials so often that it becomes a running joke: the bourgeois doctor scratching at the doggie door of privilege. In fact, some of the more disturbing, sexually-charged moments of the film become more palatable because they are satirically funny: the costume shop owner’s daughter (Leelee Sobieski) being chased around by two cross-dressing Asian men; Marion confessing her secret love for Bill while her father lies on his deathbed and her fiance waits in the hall; even Mandy’s (Julienne Davis) overdose at the holiday party is rendered somewhat ridiculous as she slouches naked in a chair. Our sophisticated, sexualized society is ultimately a farcical collection of sloppy spit and sagging breasts. Even the notorious masked orgy can feel a bit campy and hilarious.

Don’t get me wrong, the secret, masked party is a tour de force of pacing, images, and sound. The monotonous musical piece, “Masked Ball” by Jocelyn Pook, is haunting and mesmerizing. A masked priest performs a circular ritual, slamming a scepter to the floor and uncloaking beautiful women one at a time: the black mass spinning a prurient promenade. Like the lighting, colors, wide-angle steadicam shots, and score, it’s a new vision of filmmaking that will be imitated for years to come.

Throughout the film, an exquisite palate of color and light paint nearly every space. The teal and orange technique is prominent. Each frame is a visual feast. Those long dissolves between scenes, carried over from “The Shining,” add to the dreamy buzz. Kubrick famously focuses on every detail. During Marion’s confessional scene to Bill, light seems to be streaming from their mouths.

Let’s not, however, let ourselves completely off the hook. Declaring satire is an easy way to detach from other meaning. Act III is a remorseful murder mystery. Dr. Bill realizes that his actions may have led to Mandy’s death, and he courts danger to himself and his family as he attempts to uncover the source of this transgression. The resistance he encounters isn’t fantastic, only a step or two from the way rich and powerful people in the real world have access to a different brand of justice or a different set of tax rules.

There’s a Zen koan that asks of your experience, What is this? Am I dreaming? It shakes you awake from your assumptions and routine. In “Eyes Wide Shut,” it’s a brilliant storytelling tactic. Bill comes home early in the morning after his adventure at the secret ceremony. A masked woman, who we later discover was Mandy, saved him from utter shame. She sacrificed herself for him. Alice is in bed, sleeping and laughing. He wakes her up, and she tells him her disturbing dream, where she is essentially one of the sexual acolytes at the orgy. Is her dream a connection to reality? Is this entire story a dream? Is there a difference between dreaming and reality? This injection of ambiguous story content is a refreshing departure from typical cinematic realism. For Bill, it is at the very least a trigger for his feelings of guilt and remorse. Alice continues to be the locus of inquiry into the nature of the reality of these experiences. In the film’s conclusion, she forgives Bill, in part, by suggesting all of these recent events were a dream.

On some level, a film is a reverie, a series of events for a voyeuristic audience. “Eyes Wide Shut” focuses on that voyeurism. In Alice’s dream, she has sex with many men while people watch. After yet another easy encounter with a beautiful woman, a group of college boys gay-bash Dr. Harford; it’s like an audience mocking him for all these women throwing themselves at him. At Bill’s low point, Victor Ziegler confronts Bill and exposes his transgressions. But, he tries to give him a way out: what if I told you that all the events at the masked ritual were a kind of play? We were humiliating you for our entertainment.

Reality is a gentle plaything for Stanley Kubrick. Establishing shots of the East Village, borough bridges, and taxi rides confirm we are in New York City. The street scenes are designed to feel like downtown Manhattan, but they aren’t quite right. We are very clearly at the corner of Wren and Miller streets, but no such intersection or streets exist in Manhattan.

The film’s climax is a confession. A husband tells the truth and returns to the marriage. A wife finds forgiveness. One interpretation is that Alice’s earlier confession about her secret longing for the naval officer destroys Bill’s illusion of the marriage. But, that kind of marriage isn’t real. Alice understands the truth of marriage. It’s Bill who lives in a fantasy. Early on, we see that his flaw is keeping up the illusion of the perfect relationship with all his talk of absolute trust and loyalty.

Fidelio, indeed.

Is “Eyes Wide Shut” a horror movie? We have a vampire and a coven. Harpies and sirens. Right under the nose of Christmas. Marriage is conflict and Christmas is a longing. “Don’t you want to go where the rainbow ends?” Just like when you were a kid. “Eyes Wide Shut” sends us into a place of unsure reality and perhaps the supernatural.

After an opening of lust and lies, magical forces tear the couple apart. In the end, Dr. Bill comes clean. The spell is broken. The truth will set you free. That, and a good fuck.

[juliennenyx]

Jejak-jejak di Tanah Terkubur: Masa Lalu dan Trauma

Di balik senyum yang terukir dengan sempurna dan langkah yang selalu mantap, Julienne Nyx menyimpan dua dunia yang tak pernah benar-benar bersatu. Dunia yang tampak cemerlang di luar adalah bayang-bayang dari dunia yang hancur di dalam sebuah dunia yang terpecah menjadi dua, seperti sungai yang terbagi di tengah jalan. Di antara gemerlap kehidupan yang ia jalani, Julienne membawa serpihan-serpihan masa lalu yang tak pernah benar-benar ia perbaiki, seperti kaca yang terbelah namun tak dapat disatukan kembali.

Ayah dan ibunya dulu adalah dua dunia yang berbeda dua kekuatan yang begitu besar, saling melengkapi, namun entah mengapa tak pernah bisa bersatu. Sejak kecil, Julienne belajar untuk berjalan di atas dua tanah yang berbeda, mengikuti jejak-jejak yang ditinggalkan oleh keduanya. Ibunya yang penuh kelembutan dan harapan, ayahnya yang penuh ambisi dan ketegasan. Keduanya menuntutnya untuk menjadi seseorang yang lebih besar dari sekadar seorang anak seorang wanita yang mampu menyeimbangkan keduanya, namun tanpa pernah benar-benar tahu siapa dirinya.

Namun, suatu hari, dunia yang selama ini ia kenal runtuh. Ketika ayah dan ibunya bercerai, sebuah keretakan yang tak terbayangkan membelah hatinya. Bagaikan dua bintang yang dulunya bersinar bersama, kini masing-masing terseret ke orbitnya sendiri, tak lagi dapat dijangkau satu sama lain. Julienne, yang selama ini berusaha untuk memenuhi harapan mereka, kini merasa terjebak di antara dua kekuatan yang tak lagi berfungsi bersama. Ia merasa menjadi pemegang kunci di dua dunia yang tak bisa ia gabungkan di dunia ayahnya yang penuh tuntutan dan prestasi, dan di dunia ibunya yang penuh kasih namun kini terasa jauh.

Cerai bukan hanya sekadar berpisahnya dua orang yang pernah saling mencintai bagi Julienne, itu adalah berpisahnya dua dunia yang ia coba pertahankan, seperti dua tangan yang saling meraih namun tak pernah bisa bersentuhan. Itu adalah trauma pertama yang ia alami, sebuah luka yang membekas di hatinya yang muda, menjadikannya lebih keras dan lebih terpendam. Ia tumbuh dengan keyakinan bahwa jika ia bisa menunjukkan dirinya sebagai "yang terbaik" di kedua dunia itu, maka mungkin hanya mungkin ia bisa mengembalikan keseimbangan yang hilang. Namun, semakin ia berusaha, semakin ia merasa terpecah.

Di tengah segala usaha itu, Julienne mulai merasa bahwa ada bagian dari dirinya yang hilang, seolah ia sedang berjalan di jalan yang berliku, tak pernah bisa menemukan ujungnya. Pilihan demi pilihan, keputusan demi keputusan semuanya terasa seperti beban yang ia bawa sendiri. Ia menjadi wanita yang kuat di luar, namun di dalam, ia adalah seorang anak yang terjebak dalam kenangan, berusaha menemukan tempat di antara dua dunia yang tak pernah saling menyatu.

Dunia korporat memberi Julienne kekuatan, sementara dunia seni memberikan pelarian sebuah ruang yang ia ciptakan untuk dirinya sendiri. Namun, di balik semua itu, ada luka yang terus berdenyut. Luka yang tak bisa disembuhkan dengan kesuksesan atau pencapaian. Luka yang mengatakan bahwa meskipun ia terlihat sempurna, ada bagian dari dirinya yang terus merasa kosong, terpisah, seperti dua bintang yang tak bisa kembali bersinar bersama.

Pada akhirnya, Julienne tahu bahwa ia tak akan bisa menyatukan dua dunia yang telah terpisah itu, namun ia belajar untuk menerima bahwa hidupnya akan selalu menjadi keseimbangan yang rapuh, antara harapan yang ada dan kenyataan yang harus dihadapi. Sebagai wanita yang berjalan di atas dua tanah, Julienne berusaha untuk menemukan cara untuk berdamai dengan masa lalunya, menerima bahwa kesempurnaan bukanlah tentang menyatukan segalanya, melainkan tentang menerima bahwa dalam setiap retakan, ada keindahan yang tak terduga.

:: Cerita ini dibuat untuk keperluan roleplayer.

[atplblog]

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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 🎀

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[mcsm-confessions]

Fuck it I’m giving all the Jesses names and you can’t stop me

REVAMP!

Red suspenders: Jesse (He’s a gay light skinned Biracial trans man 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈) (He's the sweetest person you will ever meet) (Has parentified older sibling syndrome, instinctively tries to help and take care of every person he meets) ( He and Lukas get together before the main game and only pretend to dislike each other in public but can't get their hands off each other in private) (Rueben's sick of it)

Yellow Clip: Jade (She's a Tsundere, full stop. She will literally say "Don't get me wrong, Its not like I Like you or anything" completely seriously and gets horribly flustered if anybody starts to poke through her prickly exterior)

Green Suspenders: Justinus (He's mute and semi-deaf in his left ear, He's stoical and is absolutely amazing at playing the violin) (Bro is spindly and 6'6, He's like an enderman) ( He falls for Lukas cus Bro was Nice to him tm)

Red Clip: Judith (She’s Uwu softie, shy, afraid of her own shadow, crybaby🥺) (But she's brave when she has to be, won't hesitate to save somebody) (She just does it while sobbing and trembling) (So down bad for Petra, gets all blushy and Puppy dog eyed around her) (Petra is also down bad for her)

Yellow Suspenders: Jarman (Their loud, Boisterous and confident) (When they get in a fight, their gonna let you know and everyone within earshot) (And often lose that fight) (They use They/he pronouns and has a Father-son Relationship with Radar)

Purple Clip: Julienne (No nonsense and a bit of a wet blanket) (She needs to be an example of stern discipline and wholesome Christian values) (but push the right buttons and you can her going) (She still cares tho) (Will commit self-deletus if any thing happens to Radar) (Thats her baby) (Her son)

Pink suspenders: Jay (A flirty, fun loving playboy that adores making Lukas blush) (Has the WILDEST hear me outs) (He’s a raging pansexual)

Pink Clip: Juri (Sweet, Bubbly and clumsy, she’d fit more as the protagonist of a shojo manga) (She's clumsy, ditzy and blunt, but makes up for it with her sweetness and high amounts of energy) (She gets broken. Viciously) (She' gets better in Season 2)

Orange Suspenders: Jasha (Smart, blunt and sharp, he’s closest to Olivia and Radar’s cool older brother figure) (He's a living "errn acshually") (He' can talk the enemy to death) (He’s intersex and identifies as male)

other yellow clip: Jennifer ( She Wants you to believe in yourself and receives flowers and chocolates from fans at the most Random moments) ( Loves to take care of people and dotes on them like she's their mother) (it's her whole mentality. To point where it can even be overbearing) (Tends to unintentionally infantilize Radar as a Result tho)

Black Suspenders: Jengo (An amazing cook who loves to spoil his friends and staff) (He's a short hunk king) (He will unironically wear hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts when he can) (Is in a cozy polycule with the new order) (Except Ivor He's their baby sitter)

other purple clip: Jemny (She acts super reserved and mysterious and is subtly trying to convince everybody that she’s a vampire) (She's not she's just a freak) (Maya gets a redemption arc cus she falls for Jemny and wants to get closer to her)

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[paye-tarecherche]

Pasta Salad - Penne Pasta Salad Julienne oranges and yellow peppers and red onion make this easy pasta salad beautiful. And the creamy dressing, spiked with mustard, parmesan and dill, makes it as delicious as it is comely. Serves twelve.