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[nofatclips]

🎥 The Girl with the Red Beret AKA La fille au béret rouge, a short film by Janet Perlman

🎶 Complainte Pour Ste. Catherine (Kate and Anna McGarrigle cover) by Judith Gruber-Stitzer with Lily Lanken and Martha Wainwright

[sesiondemadrugada]

She is Conann (Bertrand Mandico, 2023).

[nerds-yearbook]

Moon Knight was granted his own title and origin given with a cover date of November 1980. The issue introduced Bushman, Dr. Peter Alraune, Jallad, Sabah, and Khonshu, who were created by Doug Moench, Bill Sienkiewicz, and Frank Springer. ("The Macabre Moon Knight!", Moon Knight 1#, Marvel Comic Event)

[resonmalvo]

My Moon Knight Season 2 ideas cause I lost trust to D+ Marvel TV after Secret Invasion

Oscar Isaac as Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Marc trying to have a normal life after the event of last season，but the shadow of Khonshu and the darkness from his past make this difficult.

May Calamawy as Layla El-Faouly

Layla finds herself in a dilemma，whether to become a superhero or just use her new power to do she used to do，and a vengeful force is dragging her back to Marc's life.

LaMonica Garrett as Raul Bushman

A merciless mercenary，one of the cause of Marc's trauma，he and Marc's path are going to be crossed again，and Bushman doesn't mind taking Marc out again if Marc blocks his way to what he wants.

Assaad Bouab as Jean-Paul“Frenchie”Duchamp

Frenchie is an old but estranged friend of Marc and Layla's，Marc felt guilty about him because of the catastrophic events of the past，and they have to reconnect because of an old enemy.

F. Murray Abraham as Khonshu

The God of Moon continues to manipulate Marc，Steven and Jake，but he needs to pay attention to a new supernatural threat

Joe Dempise as Jeffrey Wilde-Mogart

The brother of Anton Mogart，a arms dealer cartel leader in Madripoor，after the death of his brother，the fire of vengeance towards Marc and Layla let him make deals with two dangerous existences，one is a supernatural force，and the other is Raul Bushman

Amirah Vann as Gena Landers

A local cafe owner in London，a good friend of Jake，she's a widow with two kids，and is

currently struggling because of the lease. Jake is trying his best not to involve her into his own mess

Shaun Scott as Bertrand Crawley

A street performer in London，Jake's friend，promise Jake to look out for Steven and Marc when Jake is not in control of the body（and give their information to Jake），he's also a know-it-all，he knows what happened in the underworld of London

Rashida Jones as Dr. Andrea Sterman

Marc's therapist，she cares about Marc a lot，she guides Marc through his entire life trying to find the real cause of his trauma and his personality，she also devoted to build a therapy clinic for people who aren't wealthy enough to get help.

Julianne Nicholson as Scarlet Fasinera

The owner of the shelter where Marc volunteered to help，she's a kind， caring but mysterious woman，offering places for women who can't find a home，she also have many dark secrets from her past.

[age-of-moonknight]

What If…? Dark: Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2023), #1.

Writer: Erica Schultz; Penciler and Inker: Edgar Salazar; Colorist: Arif Prianto; Letterer: Cory Petit

[thedevilsoftruth]

Moon Knight gang im not trippin, right? this... this is Crawley? Hes... he's hot?!! Huh?!

He looks like Mike Starr?! Huh?!

[chicinsilk]

Marc Bohan for Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall/Winter 1969-70 Collection. Photo Patrick Bertrand.

Marc Bohan pour Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1969-70. Photo Patrick Bertrand.

[tiptapricot]

(Late to yesterdays but) MKcember day 7: Chanukah Sameach and/or Gelt and Gus/Crawley.

———

Steven jogged across the street, stumbling slightly as he slid through a puddle. He cringed as he felt his socks get wet.

He really would’ve preferred to have taken the bus, but he and Marc had spent too long on last minute dinner shopping, and now they’d missed it. It wasn’t Steven’s fault the store didn’t have vegan sour cream in stock, but by the time they’d realized that, it was too late to go somewhere else and they were both too frustrated to try and get the ingredients to make it at home. It was already evening, not quite sundown but too close, and thus, they’d been forced to run.

Steven frowned to himself as he rounded a corner and dodged between a few pedestrians, trying not to drop the bulky paper bags clutched to his chest. If his and Marc’s first time intentionally celebrating Hanukkah together was messed up by some bloody groceries, he’d certainly be more than a little peeved.

“Steven, it’ll be fine,” Marc said quietly, an amused level of casualness pushing forward. “Stuff’s never perfect.”

“But I want it to be nice.”

“It will be, don’t worry.”

Steven huffed under his breath as he cut through an alley and into the large square he usually passed through on his way home. Even now, as cold as it was, it was packed with street performers and tourists. Steven slowed his pace, muttering apologies as he weaved past the thicker crowds at the edge and towards the center. Bollocks. He hadn’t meant to take this way. It was still close to home, but all the sounds were… overwhelming right now. Stupid autopilot feet.

“Breathe.”

Well. As long as they were here.

Steven circled around the fountain and paused by Crawley, shifting his bags awkwardly to try and reach into his pocket.

“Can’t chat too long tonight, I’m afraid,” he said. “In a bit of a rush. But can’t leave you hanging, can I? Don’t have the usual bite on me but I can still tip you a—”

He paused, his fingers poking into something soft and metallic.

“What…?”

Steven craned his neck down as he pulled a rather smushed coin of gelt from his pocket, clearly softened by the heat of their thigh.

“Oh-Marc,” Steven hissed, digging his hand in to find several more squashed coins. “What did you do?”

A wave of embarrassment spread flush through their chest.

“I must’ve—I dunno. Didn’t we use change for that veggie tray? Where else could we have put it…”

Steven sighed dejectedly, staring down at the melted chocolate and gold foil sitting in his palm. It wasn’t much to give, was it? Not here, at least, that wouldn’t really be appropriate. Actual gelt, actual coins may have been, but they’d blown that too.

Steven felt some comment about ‘And this is why I don’t eat chocolate’ burning on his tongue, but that felt… mean. No matter how frustrated he was, he knew Marc had been excitedly snacking on the gelt baggie he’d gotten himself over the last few days, and it felt wrong to make that a problem. It had just been an odd day. That wasn’t anyone’s fault. They’d been scattered, and overexcited, and still figuring things out, and even if a few pounds would be better right now, Steven had to admit that gelt brought its own sweet memories, too.

Sticky fingers, wrappers littering the tabletop. Dad used to give it as a reward for studying Torah, though it was sometimes a bit stale if he’d held onto leftovers months later. Not that that mattered much. It was the thought that counted, the message about it. His voice excitedly telling them about real money, the responsibility of charitable actions, and the promise of a sweet ending to hard work. Some of those memories were… blurrier now, a bit melted and soft all their own, but they were a kind piece of life to hold on to.

Steven shoved the gelt back in his pocket, unbothered by the laundry that was already ahead. It was liquid gold in their clutches, something not to be shared then, but which had been given in return many times over.

A sweet end to a long day, a sit down and a talk, a fish swimming through bubbles. Glints of yellow and kind eyes. Company and care, the importance of exchanging shared space and love.

Steven readjusted his bags, shifting awkwardly in place.

“Say would… would you like to get out of the cold and have a bite?” he asked. “I’ve gotten way too much for myself and absolutely will not finish all this, and it’s shaping up to be rather cold tonight, yeah? So like… my flat’s a few blocks away, if you’d like. First night of Hanukkah!” He made an excited hand gesture, though it was a bit stilted with his baggage. “Yayy!”

Old eyes flicked to his, amused and fond, and for the first time, the statue cracked, and creaked, and smiled.

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Check out the prompt list here!

[lounesdarbois]

Des idées pour le Lab ?

[kino51]

L'annulaire 2005

[genevieveetguy]

Omen (Augure), Baloji (2023)

[nofatclips]

Antagonia, a short film by Nicolas Brault

[sesiondemadrugada]

She is Conann (Bertrand Mandico, 2023).

[age-of-moonknight]

“Ill Met by Moonlight,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #24.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Federico Sabbatini; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[revuetraversees]

Cécile A. HOLDBAN (et trente poètes), Machines, le Réalgar, mai 2024, 134 pages, 23€

Une chronique de Marc Wetzel Cécile A. HOLDBAN (et trente poètes), Machines, le Réalgar, mai 2024, 134 pages, 23€ La peintre-poète Cécile Holdban dessine (au lavis) une trentaine de “machines” – chacune légendée et reproduite – qu’elle propose à autant de camarades écrivains de prolonger-commenter d’un récit de leurs choix et façon. Ce que ces vingt-neuf hommes et une femme font (à la fois…

[chicinsilk]

Marc Bohan for Christian Dior Spring/Summer 1969 Haute Couture Collection. Photo Patrick Bertrand.

Marc Bohan pour Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Printemps/ Été 1969. Photo Patrick Bertrand.