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drinkthehalo · 1 month ago

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Goodbye to the McKittrick Hotel

April 16, 2011. My friend Tammy had told me she'd seen an incredible production of Macbeth that she was certain I would love. I walked into the McKittrick Hotel that Saturday night with no idea that I was entering a place that would change my life forever.

What an extraordinary, fruitful place of creative energy it was. How wild, almost unbelievable, that such a place survived in New York City for nearly fourteen years.

My first impression: You have to walk around and climb stairs and wear a mask? How can you do Shakespeare without dialog? Until I realized the dialog was in the dance, and the rave shocked my jaded sensibilities, and I was in a tiny room with a beautiful sobbing naked man, and then I went home and dreamed about it and knew I had to go back.

Then the parties. Halloween 2011 was the best event party I had ever been to - welcoming, engaging, fun. For fourteen years the McKittrick became my Halloweens, my New Years Eves, my May Fairs (I didn't even know that was a thing), that wonderful exhausting year of 2016 when they did Supercinema almost every month. The parties became more elaborate, the costumes, the set designs, the stories, the interactions, the performances. The Paisley Players, the epic ballroom extravaganzas, the tableaus in the walled garden...

Remixed (the first) remains the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. November Rain at the banquet. The Imperial March in the maze. Diamonds are Forever, forever...

The Boy Witch party made me cry and cry. Two nights only and it was probably the best thing I've ever seen. The carousel on the ballroom stage, the fire, the lady in pink tights, the lost love. Every time I hear that version of Crazy in Love, I feel that emotion again.

At the Clue party, Maximilian led us through the floors, and we watched Neil Patrick Harris chop off his own head in the Macbeth bedroom.

Fourth of July 2012, after the show, a marching band played as we climbed six floors to the roof to reveal a beautiful secret garden where we watched the fireworks. Gallow Green was magical in the early days, with Paul Corning's gardener watering plants and occasionally leading people away, and Annabella planting herbs and making potions with us.

One day after the show, Lulu put a stamp on my hand and told me to go to the elevator. I took it up and a character led me into the Heath for the first time. We'd go there for drinks or dinner, watch Elizabeth Lindsey glide through the space like watching a portal into a film noir, follow instructions on secret notes and hope to win the lottery. (Once I did; Ginger took me, blindfolded, to High Street, and I still have the memories of discombobulated absurdity - and a spoon with my name engraved on it.)

Then they put a cozy little Scottish lodge on the roof, with bunk beds and blankets and heaters, and a forest out back with a canoe? in a tent. We'd huddle around the fire pit, or sprawl on the bed. All the books were pre-1939. At some point there was a room full of board games. My friend Matty would sit at the desk writing his dissertation and people thought he was a character.

I watched Rosemary's Baby on the rooftop, curated by Amy Poehler, and Vertigo in the ballroom, shivering in the air conditioner.

Calloway started doing these "salons" in the Manderley after the show, with songs and narratives and recurring characters and Hans dying every time. Then one day the email said something about "McKittrick Follies," and I showed up and characters were singing and telling stories and everyone was drinking and talking into the night.

I can't believe we were so spoiled by that boundless creative energy for so long. For months? years? we had a weekly Follies, then... biweekly? Sunday afternoons we'd sit on the beds in the Lodge drinking mulled wine before going down to the Follies; then Wednesdays I'd work late and walk into the Manderley at 10pm, or go home and walk up the High Line to come back, listening to the show crowd's excited chatter as they exited, entering to music and humor and drinks that flowed and flowed and flowed. So much extraordinary talent, all concentrated in this one place and sparkling off of each other, creating and creating and creating.

Ginger was so funny. Lily's voice was beautiful. Mallory was the bawdiest thing. Nick's Maximilian was a true original. Conor and Austin were so awkward and snarky. JWW has the most dear, sweet, unique style. I can't list everyone; I can't believe we were blessed with so much.

There were so many incredible singers and musicians over the years. Kat Cunning. Lisa McQuade. Julia Haltigan. Stephanie Amoroso. Onalea Gilbertson. Every iteration of the Manderley band was full of wildly talented musicians. I was lucky enough to see Cibo Matto in the Heath, and Leslie Odom Jr in the Manderley. The place was absolutely punching above its weight in terms of talent.

I learned to drink in the Manderley bar. When I first went, the only drink I knew how to order was a Sex on the Beach. I had my first gin gimlet at the Manderley Bar. The Professor, Brandon Tyler Harris, asked me what gin I liked, and I didn't know, so I tried them all and discovered that it's Hendricks. Then I switched to smoky mezcal margaritas, and drank them for years, occasionally starting trends. Later it was scotch sours, smoky Laphroaig, heaven in a glass. At the Heath they'd had my all time favorite drink, long gone; something with Scotch, orgeat, and a cabernet float... I'm at the age now where I've largely had to stop drinking; the era of alcohol in my life will always be tied up in the McKittrick.

If it weren't for Sleep No More, I wouldn't have gone to London and made many of my dearest friends; would never have experienced Shanghai the way I did, with local friends to guide me.

Lily Ockwell brought me on the Manderley stage on my birthday. The lights were very bright. Could she have imagined how utterly terrified I was? In a good way.

At my 100th show, Kit/Ginger bought me a drink as soon as I walked in.

Gus from front of house overheard me talking about an upcoming trip to Shanghai and invited himself along. We had so much fun, we took a trip to Costa Rica the next year.

After my cat Lucifer died, London gave me the biggest hug as soon as he saw me.

At Austin Goodwin's Juilliard graduation performance, the whole evening was so beautiful. All these extraordinary young people who'd worked so hard, accomplished so much, brimming with possibility for their futures. I wanted so much to be one of the families, full of pride and love for someone I'd helped nurture. When I wrote a tumblr post wrestling with the decision to have a child, Austin sent me a message telling me he thought I'd make a good mother. It is one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me, and helped me make one of the hardest decisions I've ever made.

Once on new years eve, Anabella gave me a Tarot card - Ten of Pentacles. I knew when I got that card that it was about my desire to have my own family, a child of my own. I put it on my fridge as inspiration and it's still there next to pictures of my kid.

I met my best friend on High Street, looking in the window of the tailor shop, watching Paul Zivkovich as a clown. This is the friend who is now in my will to take care of my child if I die.

I say I'm not creative, but the McKittrick brought out the creativity I do have. So many words in this blog. Several interviews for academic papers or articles. A box full of costumes in my closet: Andrea Alden in the Infidelity Ballet scene; Medusa out of a bunch of plastic snakes I painted and attached to a headdress; Vampire Willow; a Baz Luhrman Capulet; Mrs White. I see photos and find myself wearing costumes I don't even remember.

In early 2020, I hadn't been going to Sleep No More for a while, but when covid got scary, suddenly that's where I had to be. I was there until the day I showed up and the doors were closed.

I genuinely wonder, will I ever be as good at anything in my adult life as I was at following the Macbeth loop? I knew just where to stand, to view a perfect wide shot, to see a close up at a respectful distance. I loved to follow Macbeth down the corridor into the rave, a shadow halo'd in red, arms out against the tin walls. And to follow him out, running full speed, enraged and out of control as the music swelled and he went into the speakeasy to kill Banquo; there was no room for anything but adrenaline and utter absorption in the moment. To follow the Macbeths down the stairs as they screamed and shoved and kissed chocolate blood all over each others' faces. To stand still in the bedroom as they danced and fought around the room, the audience swarming around them, everything moving around me from close up to wide shot to close up.

Will anything bring as much peace as a Porter loop? I could always go there when I was sad. The hotel lobby was my favorite space. So dark it was almost black; figures emerging through the shroud of darkness. The tiny office, the papers and pencils. The sweet silliness of that character, the eternal hope. The overwhelming sadness. To be the one not chosen. Trapped, unable to change anyone's fate, watching and witnessing.

I used to think, there's a lot of downtime in this loop between the big moments like the cabaret, but in the end I realized, there is no downtime. Every moment is beautiful. I'd go there just to see the ominous deer loom over him as he reset the dining room, or to see those white sheets moving through the darkness like abstract art.

Zach McNally's Porter was my first 1:1, in 2012. I remember watching the tears down his face during the cabaret and thinking, wait, this character is as important as the Boy Witch. On Saturday, I watched him fade away into the shadows for the last time.

At the very last show, Andrew Robinson's Porter cried along with the audience as we watched him trace his hand. At the end, he cut his toast into a tiny heart and gave it to Danvers. She burst into tears, cut it in half, and they ate it together.

Boy Witch ended for me when my favorites left; it was all memories, echoes of the past. I'll never forget Conor, who always saw me, no matter how far away I stood, and always created some little moment to make my night special.

(I used to rarely watch the shower scene, and once he ran up to me in the bar and told me, you paid for your ticket, you can watch what you want to watch.)

Oddly, at my second-to-last show, I followed Macduff. Never a favorite, but the choreography is so good. Steven Bangerter looks and moves so much like Rob McNeill, and his sweetness balances out the character. How extraordinary to see the echoes of Rob, who was in the 2003 London production, so clearly and vividly, 21 years and who knows how many performers later. (I did not see the original production, but there are photos, and the first time I saw Rob in the Drowned Man I thought, wow, he moves like Macduff.)

I was noticing new things up until the end. Macbeth, upside down in the ballroom at the reset; the hanged man Tarot card. Macduff, lifting Sexy Witch in the ballroom and spinning her around, like Rob McNeill once did to me as we danced to the finale stage at the end of a Drowned Man.

After the second Remixed, I worked up the nerve to speak to Stephen Dobbie, asked him about the song choices, raved about how great they were. I'd forgotten that the November Rain video actually has a banquet scene in it.

One time I sat across from Felix Barrett at dinner and accidentally changed the ending of the show. I complained that the matron just closes the door to the pagoda and black masks hurry you away; he made a note on his phone and within days it was better.

Once, I had a long conversation with Maxine in the Manderley. (And a few brief ones in London.) Sunday night when I said goodbye, she gave me a hug and said, you've been here all these years.

I don't know why it matters that I met these people. I'm not trying to break into the arts. Maybe I just have so much admiration for the people who've succeeded, in a world that makes it so difficult. Actually if I could have been anyone in the building, it would have been Carrie Boyd; color-coded spreadsheets are my jam. What an unsung superstar. Her salon was the best.

Once after a roundtable, I found a note in my bag from Ilana. "Thank you for your heart and mind." I'd say the same to her.

I don't even know what else to write. Fourteen years of memories. After I post this, I'll think, oh I should have mentioned that other thing too. How can you sum up something that meant so much?

The McKittrick was at the center of my experience of New York City; of my mid-adulthood. I will mourn it at the same time as I marvel that it ever happened, that I found it as early as I did, and that it could possibly have lasted so long.

#sleep no more #mckittrick hotel #punchdrunk #the mckittrick hotel #sleep no more nyc

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darkpeacemusic · 5 months ago

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𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

Slendrina is the oldest child out of the Slender Pact, having died at the age 18 during the experiment 84 series which consisted of herself, her father, mother and her four uncles.

She was later separated from her family after the hospital where she was experimented on caught fire and destroyed the building, making her and her mother left behind (Her mother had died due to the smoke and her father and uncles escaped without her knowing)

She would spend years looking for her father, hoping he was still alive.

In 2015, she would reunite with her father but she wasn't very happy to see him.

She ended up yelling at him for leaving her behind when the building burnt down, leaving her to wander the earth for years.

It would take many months for Slendrina to forgive her father for everything.

She would later forgive her father after he explained that he didn't mean to leave her behind and he tried to go back for her before Trenderman stopped him.

She and her father have the closest bond out of the Slender Pact.

She met some of the proxies at the time who were Masky, Hoodie, Cat Hunter, Kate, Charlie, Toby, LJ, Kagekao, Ally, and Ben.

Jeff, Charlie, Lucy, Ben, Lily, and Lulu are her most closest "siblings".

Though she used to be jealous of Nightmare Ally due to Ally and Slenderman's father-daughter, she now thinks Nightmare Ally as her little sister.

She also has a very close bond with one of her youngest cousins, Sally.

She dresses in a Victorian gothic style.

Like her father, her favorite music is classical.

She loves to read and her favorite books are anything by Edgar Allen Poe, William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, and Roald Dahl.

Her favorite shows are the Addams Family (1960), Ruby Gloom, Hazbin Hotel, and The Haunting on Bly Manor.

Her killing style is similar to her father's.

Jeff, Lily, Lulu, Lucy, Ben, Ally, and Charlie all call her "big sister" sometimes which Slendrina finds it adorable.

She is usually seen reading in the library room, playing with the kid proxies, hanging out with her father, or down in the basement, helping the medical proxies.

She hates it when her "siblings" are upset and does her best to comfort them.

She regards LJ, Jason, Candy Pop, Hobo Heart, and Jill as her best friends.

She talks in a whispery kind of voice, almost similar to Fluttershy's from My Little Pony.

She calls Slenderman "dad", "father", or "papa".

She doesn't like Will and EJ due to them secretly being Zalgoids and doesn't trust them very much.

She loves anything by Tim Burton and Stephen King.

Her teleportation skills aren't as great as her father which is why she can't teleport like her father can.

She is secretly a fan of Monster High and Ever After High after Nina introduced to her when she came over to the Slender Manor one day.

She wears pearl necklaces and bracelets.

She loves anything vintage and her room is filled with vintage stuff.

Most of her dresses were designed by her uncle Trender.

She suffers from depression and PTSD.

She is never seen without her teddy bear as it was a gift by her father when she was 6.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta au #slendrina #slender family #she's so underated #also not me giving the proxies a older sister figure

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slavicdolls4mangione · 1 month ago

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hi my love!! ahhh!! im jumping for joy!! 100 may not seem like a big number it's true but i just know that all ur followers have the same type of admiration for u lovely!! AHH we are so grateful for ur blog and for you who is always a kind and gentle soul to bring others into perspective about lulu or about life in general!! we love u so much jana u sweet angel incarnate :(( the last time we talked i sent u another q and a <33 so here's another one since it's the big 100 hehe !! :)) fav lyric/line of poetry if u have? <33 i love poetry!! it was quite literally the first thing i loved about writing and language I've been obsessed with it since I was a little kid! what's a distinct happy memory that makes u smile :)) ooh favorite flower? <33 i love learning about the language of flowers it's such a classic to convey a message!! what's ur favorite literary metaphor hehe or what's ur favorite subject at uni !! <33 omg fav country or place u want to visit!! i remember u mentioned going to uni in france!! ahh i said it before and ill say it again ur living THE DREAM angel!! oh and general question!! how's uni treating u hehe !! and how's ur day going <33 i hope the world is treating u with hugs and kisses!! ahh im so excited for u jana and the opportunities the world has yet to give u!! ur an amazing soul and i hope u realize it ALWAYS <33

hiii lovely!! thank you so much for your kind and sweet words, you always make my day with your asks, much much love sent your way <3333

fav line of lyrics/poetry

that’s a good question! i’ve never really thought of it if i’m being honest with you because i’ve never been much of a poetry person 😭, the only poetry that’s ever stuck with me is by charles baudelaire in The Flowers of Evil

a distinct happy memory that makes me smile

when my sister surprised me with plane tickets to new york after i graduated with my bachelor degree; going there together was something we always dreamed of accomplishing when we were kids :)

favorite flower:

tulips!!

favorite literary metaphor

the hopeless romantic in me has to give this one to shakespeare “it is the east, and juliet is the sun”

(i will never get over the balcony scene)

fav country or place i want to visit

KYOTO JAPAN HANDS DOWN!!! my soul has never yearned for a place as much as it does for kyoto :,)

as for your last question my dearest anon i’m actually taking a gap year rn! i graduated back in june last summer and i really needed a break from studying lol 😭 but i’m doing well overall, thank you for asking angel, i hope you are too!

you’re the sweetest, i can’t say it enough, thank you ml, i wish the same things for you as well! may 2025 be a prosperous, healthy and happy year for all of us <3

much love,

jana

#anon ask #jana rambles #you guys are so cute and sweet

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g0ttal0ve101 · 1 year ago

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TWIRLS MY HAIR GAYLY :3

1, 3, 4, and 22 for Lulu, Evelyn, and Sam :33

BABYGIRLS….!!!!!!!!!!!

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who's the favorite?

Lucian - yes. always have and always will. he has one or two that he keeps by his pillows and the rest are just TANGLED in the blankets. you ain’t sitting on his mattress without suffocating at least one teddy bear with your ass 😭 - his favorite stuffy is a periwinkle bunny named lala :3 (but we all know his true favorite is kai 🤫)

Evelyn - why would she need a stuffed animal when she has her girlfriend to keep her warm? 🤭

Sam - YES. don’t let him fool you. he will hide them whenever someone comes to visit but TRUST me when i say he has a whole collection of kitty plushies. only cats tho. he loves cats.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

If you were to ask Lucian, he’d probably say something along the lines of this: “he’s the nicest, cutest, sweetest boy in the whole wide world. you’d be jealous if you ever saw him. :3”

Evelyn would be more than happy to tell you a full synopsis on her girlfriend but she usually goes with a simple answer like this: “She’s just a doll. Cuter than a button and prettier than a dove.” (ok Shakespeare 🔥)

haha. Sam? haha. hahaha. um. heads up for the future NEVER ASK HIM THIS!! YOU WILL BE STUCK THERE FOR SIX HOURS. but something like this: “she’s stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, radiant, captivating, charming, elegant, striking, dashing, alluring, exquisite, lovely, mesmerizing, enchanting, irresistible, fabulous, charismatic, fashionable, incredible, incomparable, graceful, appealing, ravishing, sophisticated, magnetic, unforgettable, impressive, flawless, timeless, enthralling, divine, splendid, spellbinding, winsome, jaw-dropping, delightful, fetching, sensational, regal, opulent, sublime, statuesque, dreamy, mesmeric, sumptuous, admirable, dazzling, impeccable, ravishing, luminous, polished, remarkable, enigmatic, unblemished, tantalizing, unforgettable, classy, effortless, opulent, unparalleled,glamorous, immaculate, head-turning, exotic, bewitching, radiating, coveted, commanding, unrivaled, supreme, glamorous, unassailable, unmatched, enthralling, captivating, bewitching, unblemished, spectacular, resplendent, spellbinding, enigmatic, stunning, distinguished, unfading, irresistible, striking, vivacious, regal,spellbinding, impressive, majestic, ethereal, unforgettable, incomparable, breathtaking, sumptuous, resplendent, el-”

4. Do they look good in red?

Lucian - yeah but he looks the best in blue :3

Evelyn - yes she looks good in all colors!! green is definitely her color tho :3

Sam - MEOW MEOW MEOW YES!!! :3

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What's their go-to?

Lucian - he doesn’t like it. HE LOVES IT. call him babe and he’s down for the count. if he’s fond of someone, he’ll probably refer to them as sweetheart/sweetie or honey/hun. but if we’re talking about his BOO……baby every name in the book. kai will not escape them. his go-to is definitely honey though :3

Evelyn - she likes being called pet names by women lmao. men DNI 😡😡. she only calls violet any sort of pet name and it’s usually “darling” or “dear.” her go-to is 100000%…..DARLING DEAR though bc she’s British!! (ok Edgar Allen Poe 🔥)

Sam - he’s on his KNEES for a pet name. while he doesn’t particularly refer to others with any sort of pet names in fear they won’t like it, he does abbreviate a lot of people’s names. for example: riley = rie, lucian = lu, evelyn = ev, etc. if he DOES call anyone a pet name it will be riley and only riley. he leans more toward “baby/babe” :3

#asks!!#oc: lucian williams #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: kai miller #friend’s oc: riley morgan #friend’s oc: violet jones #lukai 🖤🤍#eviolet 💚💜#riam 🩷❤��

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toastedcinnamonflakes · 1 month ago

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Books I read in 2024

as the year closes, I'm sitting around the kitchen table with my parents, all of us doing various things of their own. I just finished reading the last book of the year (a history of the soviet union), and now I can finally share this list with you all. If you wanna talk about any of these books, feel free to message or tag onto this post or whatever :D

I'm also very curious what you all read in 2024, if anything stood out...

I wish you all a good 2025! Einen guten Rutsch, ihr Lieben <3

Books I read in 2024

Die Tribute von Panem X: Das Lied von Vogel und Schlange, Suzanne Collins

Vom anderen Ufer, Gerd Brantenberg

Stjerneskudd, Gudmund Vindland

The hunger games, Suzanne Collins

Det velsignede barn, Astrid Saalback

The prince and the pretender, Vincent Lardo

Der Schwalbenturm, Andrzej Sapkowski

Catching Fire, Suzanne Collins

Vaffelhjarte, Maria Parr

Mockinjay, Suzanne Collins

Valerie und die Woche der Wunder, Vitezslav Nezval

Im Wasser sind wir schwerelos, Tomasz Jedrowski

Medea, Euripides

Dödsdansen (Teil 1), August Strindberg

The old man and the sea, Ernest Hemmingway

Kurzgeschichten, Anton Tschechow

Queer Ukraine, DVIJKA collective

Die Dame vom See, Andrzej Sapkowski

Fräulein Nettes kurzer Sommer, Karen Duve

Die drei ??? und der Puppenmacher

Love, Mystery and Misery. Feeling in Gothic Fiction, Coral Ann Howells

Das Vorkommnis, Julia Schock

The last unicorn, Peter S. Beagle

Die Blechtrommel, Günter Grass

Carmilla die Vampirin, Sheridan Le Fanu

Der Junge, den es nicht gab, Sjon

Erzählungen, Valentin Rasputin

Heroes, Stephen Fry

Weiße Nächte, Fyodor Dostojewski

Der Palast im Himmel, Dianna Wynne Jones

Looking for Alaska, John Green

Russische Geschichte, Andreas Kappeler

Das Buch Ijob

A single man, Christopher Isherwood

König Ödipus, Sophokles

Rückkehr nach Reims, Didier Eribon

Dette blir mellom oss, Alexander K. Krag

Kabale und Liebe, Friedrich Schiller

Sauhund, Lion Christ

Die Lady Mcbeth aus dem Landkreis Mzensk, Nikolaj Leskow

Iphigenie auf Tauris, JoWo Gothe

Die arme Lisa, Nikolaj Karamsin

Lulu, Frank Wedekind

Die Elixiere des Teufels, E.T.A. Hoffmann

Time is a mother, Ocean Vuong

Mario und der Zauberer, Thomas Mann

Strange Tale of Panorama Island, Edogawa Ranpo

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

Richard III, William Shakespeare

Michael Kohlhaas, Heinrich von Kleist

Apologie des Sokrates, Platon

Das Mädchen, das in den Wellen verschwand, Axie Oh

Ein Tag im Leben des Ivan Dennisowitsch, Alexander Solchenizyn

Die göttliche Komödie, Dante Aligheri

Böse Geister, Fyodor Dostojewskij

Der Spieler, Fyodor Dostojewskij

Frauen und Macht, Mary Beard

Willkommen in Amerika, Linda Boström Knausgard

Der Schöne im Mohn, Dagmar Fohl

Kniven i ilden, Ingeborg Arvola

Tine, Hermann Bang

The flowers of Buffoonery, Osamu Dazai

My dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russel

Unwiederbringlich, Theodor Fontane

Mephisto, Klaus Mann

Konsten att inte hitte sig själv pa Bali, Zandra Lundberg

Gallant, V.E. Schwab

Gravböygnen vakner, Sigbjörn Mostue

And then there were none, Agatha Christie

48 clues into the disappearance of my sister, Joyce Carol Oates

Marmorhaut, Slavenka Draculic

Flowers in the attic, V.C. Andrews

Bored Gay Werewolf, Tony Santorella

Litt redd bare, Alexander Kielland Krag

Ein Held unserer Zeit, Michail Lermontow

Picnic at Hanging Rock, Joan Lindsay

En herrgardssägen, Selma Lagerlöf

Das Tal der Blumen, Niviaq Kornerliussen

The bloody chamber, Angela Carter

Isdraken, Michael Engström

Die Lüge, Mikita Franko

Plain Bad Heroines, emily m. Danforth

Die Erzählungen, Franz Kafka

The Penelopiad, Margaret Atwood

Geschichte der Sowjetunion, Susanne Schattenberg

#books #bücher #reading #personal #books of 2024 #dark academia #light academia

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yanderepuck · 2 years ago

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Thanks for the tag everyone. I had a few ppl tag me

Here's my tags~ @lulu-the-smol-floof @weird-profiterole @vampiricpancake @spoopy-fish-writes sorry if you've already been tagged

What was your first impression of the game? Is this the first Cybird game you've ever played?

Ikevamp is my first real Otome game. I casually played some others on pc but never got ADDICTED to them. I was very confused by the lay out at first and confused about how all the routes weren't released and I thought I had to unlocked them by reading certain routes bc I didn't join the fandom space for a few months

Who was the character you liked most in the beginning, and is he still your fave?

Will is the reason why I downloaded the game. Him and Charles go back and forth between being my faves

How you picked your first route, and whose route was it? Was your favorite suitor available when you first started playing?

So I had just gotten over a 2 year break up and got kicked out of the place I was living and was in London for a few months, and I was on a HUGE Shakespeare kick. So I went on Google Play and searched Shakespeare and Ikevamp came up and I've been here since

An unavailable route you're looking forward to:

ITS OBVIOUSLY CHARLES

A character you thought would be different than how he is:

Vlad. The man kinda sucks ngl. But his route is top tier

Is there a suitor who you used to dislike, but eventually changed your opinion about?

Theo maybe? I don't know if I would say dislike..more like uninterested..and then obsessed

Do you remember your first story event?

I didn't do story events for the first few months because I was a little confused on the layout of the game. So I don't have a single clue.

Have you ever spent money on the game? Have you tried the free diamonds offers?

I've spent minor money. Mainly on birthday stories. I can't be bothered to try to free diamond offers

Do you have a favorite avatar item? Is it a plushie or maybe a unique hairstyle?

Maybe my Syndicate AU Isaac sticker. I fought for him.

Have you ever bought merch of your favorite ikevamp character?

I have so many badges and bromides. I love clear bromides

Have you ever mistakingly spent your stamina not in the story event?

So many times I don't want to talk about it. Which may be another reason why I gave up on story events for a while

What's the luckiest you've ever been when it comes to the gacha? What about your most unlucky memory?

Getting Will's wedding card from a gatcha token at random. It may have been part of his birthday gatcha pull. Not sure. Unlucky? Anytime I pull Arthur

The slowliest you've ever completed a route vs the quickest:

I read Will's route in one day. I saved up enough story tickets. I'm doing the same with Charles. When a new route comes out I use my daily 5 tickets everyday, so the normal one chapter a day

Do you use your 5 free chapter tickets daily?

Only when there is a new route. I've reread some routes, but I tend to forget to read daily otherwise

A moment in a route that made you cry and a moment in a route that made you laugh:

I WILL NEVER FORGET. I was on a trip for work when Theo's route was released. I was at the end of his route and I was in my really fancy hotel room crying over this man. FULL ON CRYING. Vincent also caused me to cry. There's another route or two that I cried but I can't remember which ones. Laugh??? All I can remember is the most recent thing with Faust when its him and theo fighting and Charles and Vincent are eating pancakes

Who is your favorite pureblood vampire?

Def Leonardo. I'm hoping Galileo is a pureblood

Do you have a favorite CG? What about a favorite card?

SYNDICATE AU ISAAC. That card is what caused me to simp for the man and I will never shut up about it. The story itself ended up being a disaster but it is still one of my favorites

Any famous historical figures you wished were in ikevamp?

I fully believe we deserve an American to add a little more chaos to the bunch. Poe would be amazing but I'd be upset he isn't what I imagined so they better not take him from me. And at this point Salai is canon. I don't care

What card is currently on your home screen in the game?

Charles' 2nd birthday card where he is showing you his belly button piercing. The other two are Charles and Faust buddy card, and Leonardo's King of Vampire card bc I wanted to read the voice lines

What do you think about the suitors' pets? Which one is your favorite?

We deserve more pet content and until we get that I will be supplying everyone with some. Also Puck. Obviously. But I do really love Brush, he just has a lot of writing possibilities bc little thumbs

𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞!

Ikevamp EN launched on the 1st of July 2019 - maybe you were there since day one, or maybe you've only started playing recently: here's a little game to celebrate! You simply answer the questions and (optionally) tag the people whose answers you'd love to see next! Happy 4th anniversary to all ikevamp players! 🎉🎉🎉

*~if you feel like sharing, you can find the days in the mansion counter in your profile in the game and add it to your questions ~* Also, while reading other people's answers, mind that there might be spoilers!

What was your first impression of the game? Is this the first Cybird game you've ever played?

Who was the character you liked most in the beginning, and is he still your fave?

How you picked your first route, and whose route was it? Was your favorite suitor available when you first started playing?

An unavailable route you're looking forward to:

A character you thought would be different than how he is:

Is there a suitor who you used to dislike, but eventually changed your opinion about?

Do you remember your first story event?

Have you ever spent money on the game? Have you tried the free diamonds offers?

Do you have a favorite avatar item? Is it a plushie or maybe a unique hairstyle?

Have you ever bought merch of your favorite ikevamp character?

Have you ever mistakingly spent your stamina not in the story event?

What's the luckiest you've ever been when it comes to the gacha? What about your most unlucky memory?

The slowliest you've ever completed a route vs the quickest:

Do you use your 5 free chapter tickets daily?

A moment in a route that made you cry and a moment in a route that made you laugh:

Who is your favorite pureblood vampire?

Do you have a favorite CG? What about a favorite card?

Any famous historical figures you wished were in ikevamp?

What card is currently on your home screen in the game?

What do you think about the suitors' pets? Which one is your favorite?

Have fun answering! 💕

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kochana-lulu · 2 years ago

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i never grew up from hiding in the bathroom in public places sorry <3

#middle school trauma will stay with me forever #also i don’t care if you think that’s gross or whatever #i probably do things that will disgust you much more than that #also to the girl which jokingly asked me in middle school why am i bringing shakespeare’s poems to the bathroom - bc i live there <33 #also why suddenly everyone decided to use the most remote bathroom in the whole uni?? go away #lulu talks

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whoslaurapalmer · 5 years ago

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good laura content today so i’m flipping through the book again and still being consumed about them literally saying ‘the evil that men do’

laura’s aunt, during the investigation – “‘“the evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft buried with their bones,”’ she misquoted, but giggling lightly, added, ‘although her poor bones aren’t buried yet. but we must be truthful, even about the dead. it wasn’t money principally with laura, it was people, if you know what I mean. she was always running around, doing favors, wasting her time and strength on people she scarcely knew.’”

mark, when waldo dies – “the malice had died with him and laura remembered that he had been kind. it is generosity, waldo said, not evil, that flourishes like the green bay tree.”

#what she misquotes is 'buried' it's actually 'interred'#as the one lit major who didn't take shakespeare (no regrets though i took arthurian lit) i didn't even know it was a julius caesar quote.#lulu talks about 44 laura

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libraryleopard · 6 months ago

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actually the tonal shift at the end of love's labour's lost is soooooo interesting. the production i saw staged the play-turned-argument at the end as this whole silly cast-wide fight with water guns and ridiculous prop weapons and then the messenger delivered the news that the princess's father died and it was like all the light and merriment was immediately sucked out of the scene and then it became sort of this melancholy question over whether the emotions from this farcical summer of love can stand the test of time. super interesting to watch live when i had basically no knowledge of the plot of this play!

#love's labour's lost #lulu talks shakespeare #shakespeare #my life #lulu speaks

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years ago

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Homesick | Tom Hiddleston & OFC (Lyla Brooks) | Platonic

A/N: This was for this lovely anon request: I have separation anxiety and have recently gone from living with a dog and three family members and seeing people every day to living alone and not seeing my family and it’s really not easy 🥺 it’s not practical for me to get a pet and I’m an hour away from home. How would Tom help the reader through a situation like this? He seems very wise and as if he would know what to do! Maybe include lots of cuddling and watching things that Tom has starred in? It didn’t quite come out this way, but hopefully you still enjoy it.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston & Lyla Brooks (Platonic)

Summary: Lyla Brooks accepted a prestigious apprenticeship with the Royal Shakespeare Company in the costuming department. Which unfortunately meant leaving behind her mom, dad, and beloved cat, Snickers. Three months into her move and Lyla is not doing well. She misses home and she worries about her dad. But she is not the only worrying.

Trigger Warnings: very vague mentions of Alzheimer’s, some light angst, some light fluff.

MY TAGLISTS ARE OPEN, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO ADDED! THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING MY WRITING!

“Okay, Mom.” Lyla sniffled into the phone, doing her best to hide her sadness. “I miss you too. Give my love to Dad. And Snickers. And Lulu.” Her chin dropped towards her chest as her mind wander. “No, I’m fine, Mom. Just allergies. Yes, I’m taking my — I got to go. Talk to you soon.” She hung up the phone before she completely broke down.

In the colder air of London, Lyla’s tear wet her cheeks and chin, chilling the skin. She pulled her thin sweater around her body, protecting from the cooler weather. Having moved three months ago from the West Coast, Lyla struggled with a proper fall and winter wardrobe for London.

When she entered her tiny apartment, Lyla sunk into her secondhand sofa and listened to nothing while staring at her boxes of books stacked against the wall next to the unassembled bookcases she purchased. Unpacking was not her priority. Surviving was.

Lyla never expected to move this far away from home. But when a golden opportunity to apprentice with the Royal Shakespeare Company Costuming Department came up, her mother practically put her on the plane herself.

“This is your dream, Lyla.” Marjorie Brooks said to her daughter as she read the letter. “If you weren’t going to accept, then why apply?”

“I never thought I would get an offer.” Lyla stared down at the letter on Royal Shakespeare Company letterhead. “I can’t you and Dad—”

“—will do just fine.” Marjorie interrupted. “I will make sure he goes to his appointments and takes his meds.”

Lyla sighed. Her mother still worked full time at the textile factory in town. When her father started acting “distracted”, she turned her focus on making sure he took his medication and made all his appointments. In doing so, she turned down an internship with a prestigious clothing company in New York, without even telling her parents.

“But Snickers..” She pulled the orange tabby cat onto her lap. “He needs me.”

Marjorie frowned at Lyla. “Lyla Marie Brooks, this is not going to be New York all over again. You’re going and that is the end of it.”

Lyla sat there, slack-jawed, as her mother headed to the kitchen.

A sharp knock on her door rudely interrupted Lyla’s spiral of self-pity and loathing. She groaned and figured if she waited long enough, the person on the other side of the door would leave.

“Lyla, I’m not leaving.” Tom called out from the hallway outside her apartment. “So get off the sofa and answer the door.”

She grumbled the entire way to the door and opened it up to see Tom smiling sheepishly at her. “How are so fucking cheerful at 5 in the evening?”

“Hello to you too.” Tom shoved his hands into the pockets of faded black jeans. He stared at her for a moment. “Did you forget?”

Lyla’s brow furrowed at Tom. “Forget what?” She combed her fingers through her hair, tangling her light brown locks.

“Our date.” Tom smiled, running his fingers through his recently shorned ginger curls, now even more curly than when Lyla first met him.

“Daaaattteeee….” she drew out the word as if she drawled it her memory would come back.

Tom chuckled a bit. “Your bookshelves. That you bought last weekend. And I dragged up three flights of stairs. That you promised to put…” He stepped into Lyla’s apartment and spied the unopened boxes and smirked. “…together. What happened?”

“I forgot.” A hint of redness tinted her cheeks. More like a complete lack of wanting to do anything except hop on the next plane out of here and back home to hug my cat, my dog and my parents, she thought.

“Clearly.” Tom clapped his hands together. “Well then, let’s get to work.”

It took you ten minutes to find the tools and within 15 minutes, Tom put together both bookshelves together and installed on either side of your TV.

“See? That didn’t take long at all.” He moved beside her, smiling. “Thank you for the help.”

Lyla snorted. “I handed you a screwdriver and held a board.”

“Exactly. Help.” Tom gave her a side hug. “Ready to load them up?” He already moved towards the boxes.

“Um… sure.” She pulled open one of the boxes. “I unpack and you put them on the shelves?”

“Sounds like the best plan.” He reached out his hand for the books.

Twenty minutes later, the shelves were full and the boxes empty. Lyla’s eyes teared up a bit, feeling slightly more at home. She wiped at her face.

“Are you alright?” Tom’s brow furrowed as he looked at her.

“I’m fine. Just the dust.” She sniffled and pulled herself together. She glanced outside. “Oh look, it’s dark. You should be on your way.”

Tom glanced out where dusk was barely setting in. He looked at Lyla and then at her apartment. He had come over a handful of times in the past two months and not much change except for the takeaway containers in the trash. He worried, but didn’t feel comfortable pushing the issue.

“You’re right. Don’t want to say out too.” He headed to the door. “Some of us are getting together on Friday for pints. Would you like to join us?”

“I’ll think about it.” She smiled at him.

“Good. I’ll remind you. And send you the information.” Tom opened the door but leaned in for a one last hug. “Please come out.” He whispered before taking his leave.

Lyla sighed as the door clicked shut. Her heart and head a mix of emotions as she headed in to shower and then settle onto the couch with a book, cup of tea, and leftover Indian food.

The rest of the week had been a blur of fittings, fabric shopping, and costume repairs. Lyla had little time to think about home. She took her lunch break to Facetime her mom back home.

“Hey, mom.” She smiled into her phone.

“Hey, sweetie. How is life in glamorous London?”

“Great!” she lied. “I’ve made lots of friends. Going out. Hardly a dull moment! How’s Snickers?”

Marjorie chuckled. “Still moping. He misses you. Your bed is going to be covered in his hair by the time you come home for the holidays.”

Lyla’s lip trembled for a moment. “That silly cat. You tell him his mom is disappointed in him. “

There was a small meow in the background.

“I think he heard you.”

“Is that Bubby?” Lyla overheard her dad in the background.

“Dad?” She watched as her dad shouldered his way into frame.

“Bubby!” He smiled a warm smile. “Have you seen my camera? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“You are not asking her that! She doesn’t know. She’s been away for three months.” Marjorie argued.

“But she knows everything.” He turned back towards the phone. “Don’t you, Bubby?”

Lyla had to fight back tears. “Try the pocket of your coat, Dad. The green one you wore to the zoo.”

She watched as her dad toddled off and then heard him screaming. He came running back. “YOU FOUND IT!” He gave Marjorie a shove with his shoulder. “I told you she would know.”

“Yes, dear. Can I finish my conversation?”

“I’m not even here.” He walked away.

“I can come home.” Lyla blurted out.

“He’s fine, sweetie. You are not coming home.”

“I can book a fli—”

“You are staying put, and that’s all there is to say about it.” Marjorie said sternly. Lyla knew when her mom said “that’s all there is to say about it.” There was no more discussion.

“Yes, Mom. I got to get back to work. Talk to you tomorrow.”

She hung up the phone. It took the entire walk back to the theater to stop crying. Everyone else in the costuming department noticed but didn’t say a word. Alice, the other apprentice, set a cup of tea near Lyla.

“Homesick?”

Lyla glanced up at Alice’s bright green eyes and concerned face. She nodded.

“And my dad has these memory problems. I was the one who helped and my mom works full time. And my cat, Snickers, misses me.” Lyla sobbed softly. “I never lived away from home before.”

Alice sat down next to Lyla and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I remember when I left for university. I cried every day for two weeks. And every time I come home and left again.”

“Really?”

Alice nodded. “I used to wear sunglasses everywhere. Not the most fashionable look indoors.” She giggled. “But then I found things made university home. A sandwich shop like the one I used to eat at. A new pub to go to with friends. It just takes time.”

Lyla grabbed the cup of tea and sipped. “There was this pork schnitzel sandwich at this local diner. My dad would take me there on Sundays. They put this gravy on it.” She sighed. “I think I’m going to head home, if you don’t mind.”

Alice nodded. “I’ll let Anders know. See you on Monday.” she hesitated before giving Lyla a quick hug. “You have my number. Call my anytime.”

Lyla nodded, gathered her things, and headed home. She grabbed a pint of ice cream and headed to her bedroom, crying.

Tom whistled as he headed into the costuming department. He had a sneaking suspicion Lyla would duck out on his invitation.

“Oh, Mr. Hiddleston!” Alice perked up as he walked in. “Your fitting isn’t until next Tuesday.”

Tom’s brow quirked. “I’m not… I was looking for Lyla Brooks.”

Alice smirked. “She left early today.” She shrugged her shoulders. “She wasn’t feeling well.”

“Oh dear. I hope she feels better.” Tom sheepishly tucked his hands into his pockets. He turned to head out.

“Wait!” Alice grabbed his arm. “I think there is something you could do to help.”

Lyla woke up from her late afternoon nap to continuous knocking on her door.

“For fuck sakes, go away!” She yelled as she peeked through the hole to see Tom standing there. Lyla fumbled with the lock. “Tom, what are you doing… SHIT! The pub. I f—”

“Forgot?” He smiled at her. “I am sensing a pattern. I heard you weren’t feeling well and left early.”

She grew self-conscious. “It’s just a cold. I’ll be right as rain by Monday. No need to worry.” She coughed for effect.

“But I do worry.” He raised his shoulders. “I can’t help it.” Tom held up a greasy paper bag. “Pork schnitzel sandwich. With gravy.” He pointed to the bag. “For two.”

“Alice, I’m going to—”

“Take it easy on her. She worries too.” He cautiously stepped into her apartment. “I remember missing home.”

Lyla nodded, fighting back. “How old were you?” She went to the kitchen and grabbed some plates for the sandwiches.

Tom set the bag on her small table. “Seven.” Lyla’s mouth dropped open. “Boarding school is pretty common over here.”

“Did you cry?”

Tom nodded. “But it got better. I made friends. Created a home away from home.”

She inhaled the scent of the sandwich and broke down. “I miss it so much. I miss them.”

Tom wrapped his arms around her and pulled Lyla against his chest. “I know. It hurts.”

She sobbed for she didn’t know how long, leaving two wet spots on Tom’s sweater. “I’ve ruined your sweater.” She mumbled, pulling back.

“I have seven more at home just like it, don’t worry.” Tom grinned down at her. “Feel better getting all that out?”

She nodded, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. “Sorry for the outburst.”

“Nonsense, what are friends for?” Tom commented. “Let’s eat and why don’t you tell me all about home and your family. I have found talking about it makes it easier to deal with.”

Lyla sighed and sat down as Tom handed her a sandwich. She took a bite and moaned. “It tastes like home.”

Tom took a big bite of his own sandwich. “Oh, that is fantastic.” He took another big bite and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Lyla giggled for the first time in a long time. “I told Alice it was the best.” She settled back into her chair. “So you want to hear about my family.”

“I want to hear everything.” Tom grinned.

Several hours later, Tom and Lyla were still chatting over empty plates and full cups of coffee. Tom glanced at his phone.

“If I stay much longer, I might turn into a pumpkin.” Tom wiped his hands and stood.

Lyla caught the time. “Oh my god, I took your whole evening. The pub, your friends.”

“I’ll catch them next time. Besides, I spent time with a friend who needed me more.”

Lyla walked him to the door and hugged Tom tightly. “Thank you. I needed this.”

He squeezed her hard. “I am here if you ever need to cry or talk or just stare at the wall.” Tom chuckled. “Do you feel better?”

“Much.”

“Then mission accomplished. And next time, I fully expect you to come out with me. To an actual place. That serves food. I only make house calls for emergencies.”

Lyla grinned and giggled. “Deal. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Tom opened the door. “Goodnight, Lyla.”

“Goodnight, Tom.”

He gave a little wave before heading down the hallway and down the stairs. Lyla watched from her window as Tom stepped out onto the sidewalk. He turned and gave her a small smile and waved before heading down the street towards the Tube station.

Lyla grabbed her phone and sent a text to her mom.

Mom, I made a new friend today. And you will never guess who it is.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston & ofc #hiddlesfic #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston imagine

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falsebooles123 · 2 years ago

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Finding The First Gay Kiss - Diary of a Big Ole Gay 12/19/22

Hey Whores I meant to do this on Saturday but I'm lazy.

I did a lot of random stuff which included figuring out where I can watch all 130+ films on my list which includes quite a few on HBO Max

(like seriously why do they have Jean Cocteau Orpheus Trilogy on there is there some Gay Arthouse section that I don't know about)

so Lets Get Into It

Twelth Night (1910) dir. Charles Kent, Eugene Mullin

Twelth Night is arguable the Most Gay of the Shakespear films so lets watch all of them right. This one is a very basic and not that homoerotic. If I'm watching Shakespear I want Bishonen Drama

(Why am I turned On? That's A Guy)

Pandora's Box {Die Buchse Der Pandora} (1929) dir. G.W. Pabst

Based on the Lulu Duology by Frank Wedekind, Pandora's Box is a "Sex Tragedy" that is basically a moral tale. Its a story of degradation essentially if your familer with that fucked up hentai Emergence then you have the concept.

We follow a women named LULU, (not to be confused with lola lola??? from Blue Angel). who is basically a tomie type everyone wants to fuck her and everyone uses her at the same time.

A series of awful things happen and she eventually gets murdered by the literal Jack the Ripper, which if that isn't a metaphor for male sexual entitlement and slut shaming I don't know what is.

These morality tales feel very similar to other films we've seen like Manslaughter! and I don't Want to Be A Man where we have this contrast between this "Wild Child", a decadent hedonistic empowered woman, and her more conservative daddy dom who is like totally not a fascist hes just obsessed with the fall of rome.

Its hard not to see these films as fascist propaganda against the notion of decadence and degenarates and the aspects of queerness within them feel like they are meant to codify those aspects. After all the queers as hedonist fops isn't a hot take by any means.

I still like this film and I don't necessarily think of it as fascist propaganda but its also hard not to see these notions of decadence and hedonism from this lens or at least this conservative moral position.

What I mean is that its hard for me to understand the author as believing these things. Personally I love that all these women are telling men to fuck off and being on some hoe shit.

The Wild Party (1929) dir. Dorothy Arzner

This film is on its surface a story of Clara Bow being a Wild Child albiet one with actually depth and its her lack of responsibilty and immaturity thats criticized not the fact that she likes to drink and drive cars. She has a very hot and cold relationship with a man which is so emblamatic of this era of romance and overall its a lot of straight nonsense which is not the last time your'll here me say that.

What Makes this different is that Arzner is a lesbian

so even though this film is very very very straight on the surface its kinda gay visual, this shit has the lesbian gaze. We Stan

Blood and Sand (1922) dir. Fred Niblo

That Gif is from the 1941 film but its also as heterosexual.

The reason why this is on the list is because on the talk page for WINGS (1927) some guy mentions how this film had a gay kiss in it. The reason why noone mentions it is because 5 minutes in some dude kisses a dead guy on the cheek and then its another 120 minutes of a guy being so straight its boring. Wow i'm a man I can't stop falling dick first into some vagina that doesn't belong to my wife.

You don't even get to be gay for Rudolf Valentino in this because its so boring and blandly shot.

Murder! (1930) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

So this film is not very gay, its definetly cool and I'm kinda glad that I get to watch Hitchcock Films for this project.

Hitchcock was kinda weird when it came to gay shit. He loved to put these queer coded characters and he constantly employed or involved himself with other queer persons, (the writer for Jamacia Inn and The Birds was suposedly Bisexual).

The reason why this is on the list is as a primer for Hitchcocks more explicity queer coded villians, in this film it is a female impersonater who kills because it is about to be revealed that he is "half-caste", (the version I watched had spanish subtitles and the translation was 'Mestiza' so its pretty clear the tone of the term).

Hitchcock has this obsession with it which totally doesn't come off as closeted gay homophobia. So expect more of him to come.

Morocco (1930) dir. Josef Von Sternberg

Yes we finally get to all the famous gay moments in history, lets get into it.

so the scene in question comes in very early into the film where Marlene Dietrich, (who is also Sapphic), dresses up in tails for a Caberet Act. As we all know caberet is super gay and in her butch mode she steals a kiss from a women. The film itself doesn't make a big deal of it and in general its very much lesbian bating for a straight male audience.

On the other hand this film in my mind has a bisexual gaze, its a lot of men and women pining over each other and being sort of gender expansicve??? Like I can't explain what makes a film Bisexual but this is one of them.

(my definition is that everyones hot for no reason and everyones just kinda slutty??? like you just want to kiss every single person openly on their sweet little mouth.)

Madchen In Uniform (1931) dir. Carl Froelich, Leontine Sagan

So one of the first films with an all female cast this is also the most explicetly gay film I've ever seen. Like pretty much only Anders die al Aldern comes close and that one literally has a lecture by Magnus Hirschfield.

this one features a scene where this girls teacher/matron kisses her on the lips to say goodnight instead of on the head and wow that gay. Like this film said Mommy this film said praise kink. This film is honestly a kinky lesbians wet dream, (can women have wet dreams we asked 10 men).

this film is just generally queer but strangly enough it also got a lot of criticism for its anti-authotarian messaging. Regardless I found this shit on youtube go watch it.

Various Comedies.

On this list is also Doughboys (1930), Sidewalks of New York (1931), The Play House (1921). There not in the possible bit queer but I watch them as part of getting background on the whole Role Reversal Drag Trope.

Everything Else

Mabel and Fatty's Wash Day (1915) dir Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle

Hidden (2020) dir Jafar Panahi

The Kiosk (2020) dir Alexandra Pianelli, which is actually a really lovely documentary which you should find if you can, this is not to be confused with Kiosk(2013) dir Anete Melece, which is a very lovely animated short that you should definetly seen.

Anyway whores I'm gonna talk to you in about a weeks time so stay frosty.

#queer cinema #first gay kiss #movies #diary #pandoras box #the wild party #blood and sand 1921 #Murder #morocco #Madchen in Uniform

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villainousshakespeare · 4 years ago

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Bobby’s Playdate Part 2

Part 1

The pandemic is keeping Tom idling in London by himself. One positive is that wearing the mask helps him avoid recognition, allowing him to wander in the park with his dog, Bobby. On one of their walks, Bobby becomes smitten with a dog named Lulu and Tom is equally enchanted by her human. Can the Hiddleston men manage to find a way to see the lovely ladies again?

Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Chapter 2 of4

Rated M - Pandemic, Fluff, Quarantine, Masks, Adorable Puppies, Meet Cute, Second Part May (will) Contain Smut

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I am so sorry I took so long to update this! First I was distracted by a super busy week, and then I decided to rework what I had in store for it. It took a while to redo, but I have decided to make it a 4 part story. Hope you enjoy, and that the wait was worth it!

The day had started out like every other since the lock down began. Leia had slept late, having no where to go. A cold, wet kiss on her nose from Lulu woke her up when the pup could no longer wait to be let out and grumbling she had taken her out for a quick walk up and down the block. After two cups of coffee and some melon, Leia had realized that after three months of enforced solitude, both she and her dog had gotten decidedly surly. It was time to get out, even if it was only to the local park.

Lulu’s excitement when she took out the little pink and white checked dress had been enough to put a smile on Leia’s face. Really, the small dog was a ridiculous creature, but she could be such a bundle of sunshine. After they were both outfitted – Lulu in her dress and Leia in a comfy outfit and mask, they made their way to the nearby park, enjoying a leisurely stroll around the newly green paths. She wished that Lulu was not too timid to play in the dog run, but after spending a year in the shelter the poor thing was terrified of other dogs.

That was why she was so surprised when Lulu’s tale began to wag excitedly. Normally she would have been cowering and whimpering in fear at the sound of another dog approaching, but for once her reaction was completely different. She jumped up from where she had been snuggling on Leia’s lap and perked up her ears, tongue lolling out happily. When the chocolate spaniel came trotting around the bend, she even jumped of Leia and strained at the leash to meet him.

Keeping a tight hold on Lulu’s leash, Leia let her eyes travel up the lead attached to the strange dog. It was quite a long trip, as it happened, past a pair of long legs in torn jogging pants, a faded shirt that would once have been bright blue, and a plain black mask until she got to a set of smiling blue eyes that made her heart stop.

“I’m sorry,” the man said, “I promise he is completely friendly.”

She had known who he was instantly, of course. No face mask could disguise those cheek bones, the copper curls that brushed his collar, or the baby blues that had sent a million fan girls swooning. If she had had any doubts, one word from that sinful voice, a verbal caress of polite friendliness, would have stamped it out. She had seen almost all of his movies, after all, and quite a number of his promotional appearances as well.

“It’s okay, so is she,” she replied struggling to keep her voice normal and grateful for the mask that hid her stunned initial gape. “You know, she’s usually quite shy, but she seems to like him! May I pet him?”

And then Tom Hiddleston – The Tom Hiddleston! – had sat down on the bench next to her while she petted Bobby and struck up a casual conversation! She had kept her eyes on the pups at first, afraid that if she looked at him, he would see the excitement and intimidation in her eyes. He introduced himself, needlessly, of course, and she gave him her name in a kind of daze. She realized that he had only provided his first name and had the quick flash of insight that he might be enjoying the idea of anonymity. If that were the case, she would not want to spoil it for him by gushing. Uncertain of what to do, she let the obvious joke about her name lead her to mentioning Marvel characters. That way, she decided, he would have a segue to talking about his career should he want to. When he let it slide and quickly changed the subject, she decided that her assumption must have been correct.

Which was absolutely fine with her! She was sitting and talking to Tom Hiddleston! While she would, of course, love to pick his brain about Loki, or Shakespeare, or any of a dozen projects, she was more than happy to listen to him discuss his dog in that proud pappa voice. By the time she had told him the story behind Lulu’s dress excitement she was reasonably settled and could actually manage to look him in the eye without blushing.

She had met a few famous people in her time as a London tour guide, and many of them had been a colossal let down. Tom was not one of them. He was everything she had ever imagined or hoped he would be. Kind, funny, clever, a little prone to talk on about any subject he happened on, but in all a delightful conversation partner. She was disappointed but not surprised when he had to leave, but she didn’t want to be too greedy; it was already one of the most magical afternoons of his life. When he mentioned running into them again, she almost squealed with excitement, just barely managing to keep her face impassive.

Thus began a fairy tale of month for Leia and Lulu. After two days of rain, during which she was certain he would forget all about her, they had found the boys again at the same spot. Leia half wondered if she were simply dreaming, but if so, she had no desire to wake up. They met up with Tom and Bobby most days, walking for hours sometimes as they discussed London, their childhoods, school. She learned quickly that he changed the subject instinctively whenever anything came up that might lead to his career. She could respect that. It must be hard, she thought, being always in the public eye. For her own part, Leia tacitly decided to keep the subject of her book a secret. After all, a fantasy story based on Norse Mythology, with Loki playing a leading role, was bound to bring up the sort of conversation he obviously wished to avoid.

As time went on, she began to forget he was a movie star and just think of him as her friend, insane as that struck her when she stopped to look at it. Oh, she was still absurdly attracted to him, but it was no longer for his stunning character portrayals or teasing banter with interviewers. No, the teasing banter she was interested in now was much more personal for her. He was delightful company, unfailingly polite, quick with a wickedly funny comment or a profound musing on life. In short, Leia was well and truly smitten. Hopelessly, she thought with a sigh.

When he invited her to his home, she could barely believe it. A casual acquaintance in the park was one thing, a dinner chez Hiddleston was completely different. She knew it was in large part for the sake of the puppies, and that was fine. Lulu was as besotted with Bobby as Leia was with Tom, only in this case it was obviously mutual. Leia would just have to be careful to guard her heart. She was not a part of his real life, and she needed to remember that, even if they never discussed it.

***

Bobby started barking seconds before the buzzer rang, his tail wagging back and forth at a frantic pace. Tom, scarcely less excited, gave a quick glance in the mirror before slipping on his mask and opening the door.

Leia stood on his doorstep looking even more lovely than usual. Her simple leggings and long tee had been replaced by a pretty, floral sundress in shades of red and yellow and her hair, usually tied up or back, was long and curling about her shoulders. Tom swallowed and tried to keep his eyes from doing too obvious an up and down of her body. It was difficult, considering the shape of her legs and amount of them showing. Lulu’s yip drew his eyes down to her, and he saw that she was dressed in a purple polka dotted number for the evening, her hair sporting several sparkly clips to keep her braids from coming undone.

“Hi, welcome!” he greeted them, straining to keep Bobby from leaping out the door. “Won’t you come in?”

“Thanks,” she smiled with her eyes as he ushered her inside.

“You found the place alright?”

“Your directions were perfect,” she assured him, glancing around at his newly bare entryway. “It’s quite the posh street you live on! I don’t think I’ve ever been into one of these houses.”

“Oh, it’s just like any other home,” he said modestly, feeling stupid as he did. His house had an electronic gate (that he had left unlocked for her) and a private surveillance system. He knew it was not the usual home. “I can give you a tour later if you like.”

“I’d love that. Whatever you have cooking smells delicious!”

“Thanks. I’ll have to check on it in a bit. For now, though, why don’t we go out back? I have some drinks chilling.”

He gestured for her to proceed him and subtly steered her past the kitchen and living room and out the sliding glass doors into the back. The yard was pretty, a nice square plot with flowers growing along the fence on three sides and one large tree giving shade. A table with four chairs and a grill stood on a little stone area, and Tom had set it up with a selection of glasses for beer, wine, and mixed drinks. A pitcher of iced water stood next to a bottle of dry rose in an ice bucket, and another small bucket contained iced beers.

“Here you go, Bobby,” he unleashed the spaniel who instantly tore off around the yard, looking for his favorite toy. “Why don’t you two have a nice frolic.”

“Oh Lulu, this will be fun!” Leia cooed to her pup, also removing her dog’s leash.

As the little dog scampered off after Bobby, Tom took a deep breath and turned to her owner. Now was the moment he had been waiting for.

“I suppose since we are alone and outside and all… as long as we stay six feet apart… would you mind?” he gestured towards his mask.

“Not at all. Oh, and I got my negative test results back. I have a copy on my phone if you want to see them!” she offered.

“No need, I trust you,” he was quick to assure her. “I got mine as well.”

It was strange – until a few months ago he would have felt tremendously awkward wearing a mask around another person. Even when he had needed to wear one for a few scenes in Only Lovers Left Alive it had seemed tremendously cumbersome and rather silly. Now though, Tom realized that he could not remember the last time he had been around another person without one. There was something shockingly intimate in the act of taking it off in front of Leia, and he found himself feeling almost shy. Blushing a bit, he unhooked the straps from around his ears and took the fabric from in front of his mouth, setting it on one of the chairs.

His eyes fastened on her as she reached up to do the same, the red mask peeling away to reveal a small bow of a mouth, pink lips curved in a slight smile. Her chin was slightly pointed and had a cute little half dimple to one side. Smile lines were just barely visible and added to the appeal of her face. It was a very kissable mouth, he decided.

“Hi,” he said, rather fatuously, face breaking into a sheepish grin. “I’m Tom.”

“Hi Tom,” she smiled back, and his heart skipped a beat. “I’m Leia.”

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, until he cleared his throat and pointed to a chair.

“Please, have a seat,” he managed to say. “As you see, I have wine, beer, water, or I could make you a cocktail if you’d rather. Or lemonade if you prefer a soft drink…” he realized he was babbling and cut himself off.

“Wine would be nice,” she said, sitting down and crossing one long leg over the other, giving him a lovely glimpse of her thigh.

“Right, wine it is,” he said, uncorking the bottle and grabbing a glass. “I hope it’s alright. My sister loves this brand, she brought it when she was here last, and it is better than anything I would have known to get.”

“Not a wine guy?” she asked, accepting the glass from him.

“Oh, I like a good hearty red with a steak now and then, and I will definitely have some with dinner tonight – I hope you like Italian, by the way – but for casual drinking, I’m more of a beer or scotch fan myself.”

While he prattled on Tom opened up one of the beers and poured it into a pint glass. When the foam had gone down a bit, he raised the glass and tilted it towards her.

“To deepening new friendships,” he dared to say, eyes finding hers.

They clinked their glasses, and he took a long sip of the hoppy beverage, hoping he hadn’t over stepped.

“To embracing human interaction!” she added. “Selectively, of course.”

Well, she obviously didn’t recognize him. That was a relief. He had been half worried that she would shriek, or become tongue tied, or worse. It was remarkable to him how many women seemed to have extreme reactions to meeting him. He was so ordinary! Just an overgrown ginger kid from Wimbledon. It wasn’t like they were meet Daniel Day Lewis for god’s sake. On the other hand, he couldn’t help feeling the tiniest twinge of disappointment. He worked hard at his job, after all, and was proud of the reputation he had developed and of the work he had done. It was strange, with how up on everything Leia always seemed, that she didn’t have any knowledge of Marvel at least, or The Night Manager. Still, some people didn’t watch a lot of movies and TV, or if they did it was more intellectual fare.

They both leaned back in their chairs and watched the dogs play chase back and forth. Tom found his eyes drifting back to her, staring at her mouth. He had never realized just how much a person’s mouth said about them. Leia’s smiled as a default, giving her a more youthful look than she had when it was covered. There was something fresh and approachable about her that he was drawn to.

The conversation was light and easy. Neither of them had been doing much of anything lately, so they resorted to telling older stories from their childhoods. Tom was amused to think of Leia playing with her friends, insisting that no, she wanted to be Han Solo despite what her thoughtless parents had named her. Tom, of course, had wanted to play all of the characters, and delighted her with his spot-on Darth Vadar and Grand Moff Tarkin impressions.

“You were a terror, weren’t you?” she laughed as he described bossing his sister about the correct way to make the light saber noises.

“A bit, yeah,” he admitted. “Emma and Sarah would probably say more than a bit. They had it coming though.”

“I’m sure they would agree with that, too,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s not my fault they couldn’t take direction,” he grinned. “I’m sure you would have made an excellent Han Solo. With the proper lessons.”

“Perhaps you can make me your student after dinner, if we have enough wine,” she suggested.

He knew she meant it innocently enough, but he felt a blush creep up his cheeks at the image her words planted in his mind. Leia in a schoolgirl outfit, bent over his desk flashing through his brain was enough to make him reach for his beer and gulp down more than was advisable. She seemed to realize after a moment, as she too reached for her glass and took a long swallow.

Lulu chose that moment to break away from where they had been digging around the tree and came running over to them, something grimy hanging from her mouth.

“What have you got there, peanut?” Leia sked, sounding a bit relieved.

“She seems to have unearthed one of Bobby’s treasures,” Tom smiled, glad of the distraction himself.

“Here, princess, you want me to throw it for you?”

Leia held out her hand and she happily dropped the toy into it. Tom looked at the toy and felt his jaw go slack and his eyes frantic. It was Loki. Of course it was. One of Bobby’s favorite toys, naturally, given to him during the lead up to one of the movies, the thick ropes of green and gold formed a long God of Mischief chew toy/tug of war combo, complete with horns. Tom licked his lips, glancing quickly at Leia, only to see that she was smiling down at her fluffy pup.

“Oh, Lulu, Look! It’s just like yours, only a bit more loved,” she said with a laugh. “Good girl, saving the handsome prince from a shallow grave. Loki never stays dead for long!”

With another laugh she took the toy and threw it across the yard, Lulu and Bobby both quickly scampering off after it. Tom gaped at her, uncertain what to say.

“You must have a lot of those,” she commented off handedly.

“You… you know?” he stammered.

“Know what?”

“Who I am?” it sounded stupid and conceited to his own ears.

“Well, I hope so since I’m in your home.”

“No, I mean you know what I do for a living,” he ground out, feeling like an utter ass.

“Of course,” she told him, quirking her lips.

“Since when?” he choked out.

“Since the first day. You’re not exactly easy to mistake, Tom.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t seem to want to talk about it. I figured it must get old, people falling all over themselves around you, treating you like you’re not even human.”

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

“So I took my cue from you.”

“I see,” he was completely flummoxed. “And you have a Loki toy? For Lulu, I mean?”

“Of course, he’s our favorite! Poor, misunderstood boy. You know, I am glad I have the opportunity to tell you now how good you are. And not just as Loki. You were breath taking in Betrayal.”

“You saw Betrayal?”

“Twice. Stunning work.”

He knew his mouth was opening and closing stupidly, but he couldn’t seem to stop it. She had known, all this time. She had been humoring him by not talking about it. He was not entirely sure how to feel about that.

“Tom is everything alright?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“Was that why you talked to me?” he heard himself asking. “Why you agreed to come over? Because I am famous?”

“No,” she said slowly. “I came over because you asked, and because I like you. Yes, I was a bit star struck at first, but I got past it. Are you angry? I just assumed you realized.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I… I should go check on dinner.”

“Tom, really, are you okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Be right back.”

Turning tail, he fled into the house, mind in complete turmoil at the new turn of events.

#Tom Hiddleston #Bobby Hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #Fanfic #rpf fanfic #rpf #tom hiddleston rpf #Tom Hiddleston/OFC #Fluff #Lock Down #slight angst #romance #dating in quarantine #future smut #flirting #puppy love #Bobby gets a girlfriend too!#adorable #Bobby's Playdate

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified.

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them.

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there.

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days.

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something.

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does.

Gains quite a bit of muscle

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot!

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts!

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

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