#peter pan : visage.

[soughthope]

@dcmur3 hahahaha

me & my sibling on October 1: WANDAVISION (2021) | All-New Halloween Spooktacular!

[magiicxkiingdcm]

peter pan tag drop

── ★ || peter pan || all children except one grow up || visage

[worstdroughtsa]

[ HERO FIENNES TIFFIN ] i just saw that PETER PAN arrived in mystic, ct ! they're TWENTY-EIGHT and a CANON character from ONCE UPON A TIME. however, you might want to check first because while they've been here FIVE YEARS they BELIEVE they have been here their whole lives. make sure to make them feel right at home.

[cursedname]

Was that [HERO FIENNES TIFFIN]? Oh no no, that was just [PETER PAN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ONCE UPON A TIME]. They are [TWENTY-EIGHT] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long as your character been here?

roughly a year and a half.

what is your character's job?

owns a pawn shop called underbrooke pawnshop.

where as your character been pulled from?

right before the end of season three.

has magic begun to effect your character?

yes it has. peter does not remember what he has done nor the crimes he has committed against his own family. he lacks the knowledge of the evil plans he has brought up and how he ran away from his kid to become peter pan. despite not remembering all he has done, he still is a bit snarky and manipulating in order to get what he wants.

other useful tid-bits below!

he became peter pan to avoid responsibilities of becoming a parent, to gain immortality and youthfulness. he is manipulative and cunning, known to use people for personal gain.

[soughthope]

Visage tag drop part 2

[crainiisms]

tag dump 1/?

[othrdarlinboyy]

tag dump

[ take that! give up; captain hook? you give up? : interactions ] [ hello; peter pan! i'm michael! : visage ] [ oh; look! a firefly! : musings ] [ what's the pixie doing? : answered ]

[jonquilandlace]

So anyway I was bored and this was fully out of my typical fandom but I found this forest fairy maker by @elequinoa on my old favorite dress up game website from when I was a kid, Doll Divine, and proceeded to brainrot and say hey what if I made all the Disney Fairies in this, except creepy and weird and more my idea of fey? So anyway here's all of the fairies and the goofy redesigns (under the cut because I feel horrible for people who were never in this fandom having to scroll past seven sets of fairies lol)

Tumblr crop is bad so I apologize in advance. (Also disclaimer for minor photoshop on Rosetta and Periwinkle to make their body colors more unearthly, as my intent was None Of These Fairies Should Look Human, and to make Periwinkle's mask an arctic fox instead of a fox; I attempted to look at TOU and it seemed like this should be alright, but if not, I apologize for overstepping!) (Also minor edit for less pixelated banner image)

Fawn - She was the first one I did and wound up more muted in color scheme, but I really like how she turned out. She was meant to look somewhat like a moth or bark, with some faun-ish inspiration, as well.

Iridessa - As a fairy focused on light, there were two ways I could see taking her (the alternate being distinctly holographic), but in the end liked the double entendre of "light" when leaning towards "biblically accurate angel," so there's bird motifs and just general cherub vibes.

Vidia - The opposite of Iridessa, really; the goal here was to lean into lightning motifs and dark or gothic elements to emphasize the opposite elements in comparison to Iridessa's classical elements. Dragonfly wings for speed, of course.

Rosetta - As in her original, meant to resemble a flower, just amped up a bit to where she resembles a rococo/art deco fusion when viewed naturally, but could literally flip upside down and pretend to be a flower if she wanted to.

Silvermist - Yes this picture isn't from the first movie I couldn't find a good one lmao. Anyway, her wings reminded me of that specific type of dragonfly that skims over my uncle's lake, so I riffed on that alongside the almost pseudo-waves of the petal shirt. She is more directly meant to be an embodiment of water, but more lake or even bog-ish water, where she could peek out of the water at the top and an onlooker would only register her as perhaps a frog, as emphasized in the monochrome eyes, or a ripple in the waves.

Periwinkle - Where options did really start to limit what I could do, lol. I decided to lean into the mysterious and crystalline vibes of the winter, with her visage taking on the arctic fox and even reindeer-ish antler look of something moving in the snowy woods, but yet draped in a finery like freshly fallen snow. She's also the only one with "normal" fairy wings, but I could see it for her, with them perhaps being made of frost.

And finally, Tinkerbell - One that I definitely took some more risks with in design, she is nevertheless the most openly friendly-looking of the fey batch, despite her green hue, which is really in character for a fairy best known for hanging out with Peter Pan and being fascinated by humans. For clothing, I leaned heavily into artificer and witch vibes, mirroring a bit more of the human world, with a touch of goblin to temper it. I did shift away from her typical dress in favor of more adventurous wear, more suited for pretending to be a mushroom or even mouse in the corner of someone's eye.

Overall, idk, I just really had fun with this mini-project. I don't intend to do anything with it, ofc; it was just for fun, but I had a fun time with it!

[exiled-eyes]

“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”

TW: Body Horror

Bowen. A familiar face which used to instill both fear and admiration, now plagues Cecco late in the night. The features of the deceased Captain, aglow from nearby candles whose flames licked at his face. To stand by his side once more, shoulders pulled back, and a wicked smirk upon the quartermasters lips. The sight before them, Neverland, set ablaze. Screams ringing out in to the night. Howls of pain mingling with the sound of The Righteous Harpy's crew laughing and celebrating. Leather boots lift Cecco unto the gunwale as a figure begins to run towards the shore. Familiar, melting away with each step they take.

The feral pride that had been within Cecco's chest, was swept away. Replaced by a heavy drop that hollowed their very core. It was Charlie. Screaming for help upon the shores. Whenever Cecco tried to move, to jump in to the waters to go and save their friend, Bowen placed a hand upon their shoulder. Firmly holding them in place. Another figure upon the shore, screaming out for Cecco. Wendy. Her screams pierced the pirate's chest. Joints stiff in horror. A burning sensation settles on Cecco's shoulder, a soft, friendly voice greeting them. "Let them go." Anna's words were chilling. Yet, when they turn to gaze upon her, they are met with the horrendous sight of her bare jaw in the breeze, flames still dancing upon her skin as it boils and bubbles. Tawny hues turn back to the shore, and the two are gone. Singed clothing and ash in the wind as Peter Pan hovers above the shore. A grin upon his features.

Rough digits grazed over cracked knuckles. These nightmares had grown so vivid over the last few nights. Days felt like months, and sleep was becoming a horror all its own. Cecco had started to become elusive to the sandman's grip, fighting off drowsiness until it laid claim to them, forcing their eyes shut when they could no longer fight, and then it started all over. Fire, screaming, pain, guilt. It all wracked their mind mercilessly. Such familiar sounds, similar fates all awaiting the inhabitants of the island, at the hands of a dead man no less. Turning their attention towards Anna, Cecco offered her a weak half-smile. "Disturbed your beauty sleep did I? We both know how badly you need that."

A shallow laugh escaped from chapped lips as Cecco averted their gaze, focusing on the cup between their palms. Lying to Anna never seemed to end well, but to look at her was proving to be harder than they had expected. Skin melting away lingered on her visage. A sight they truly wished to never see. "It's this anger. This island, that boy. It's taking a toll, is all."

[never-rpg]

I’LL SEEK YOU OUT, FLAY YOU ALIVE. ONE MORE WORD AND YOU WON’T SURVIVE. I’M NOT SCARED OF YOUR STOLEN POWER, I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU ANY HOUR.

Azalea was once a well respected faerie among a small colony which made their home in a long since forgotten graveyard. One she had been overlooking for 73 years at the least. She believed that by using her magic to protect the tombs, the souls of the dead would provide her and her colony with protection and sustenance. The colony made sacrifices to the dead, leaving trinkets made of animal bones and accessories made from pelts. Azalea encouraged the colony to EARN their offerings. If the dead would provide them with gifts, with meals of fresh meat and furs to keep warm with when ivy no longer sufficed, then they could at least be grateful enough to give back just a little. It took newcomers some getting used to, getting their hands dirtier than they would if it were just harmless pranks or mind meddling. To hunt something three times your size or more, to feel the warm, red, gift of life as arms sink in to a fleshy pool. It was otherworldly. A blessing. A gift for their hard work maintaining the dead’s final resting place.

One harsh winter had proven to be a truly horrific event for the colony. So many lives lost, and for what? Because they couldn't see the beauty in the gifts that laid around them? Azalea made the most of a bad situation, and found safety in the fresh, warm bodies of animals which had passed on in the area. Many of her friends could not bring themselves to do such a thing, and saw her as having a screw loose. It wasn't until when the colony began to dim, and animals became more and more scarce, did things take a drastic turn. She could not tend to the graves as she once had, and many began to deteriorate under the persistent dampness caused by the snow. This winter would curse them, curse her, to death if she did not fight. If she did not fight to survive. As the colony dwindled, Azalea found a new source of nutrients. One that would surely last all winter. One that tasted sweet and soft. After all, to let all of those bodies go to waste, would be tragic. Wings used for stews and quick, dried snacks. Meat harvested for anything she could combine in to something edible, on occasion eating it raw in a pinch.

Once the few surviving faeries within the colony caught Azalea taking the bodies of the deceased, they cast her out, stripping her of her name, adorning her with the new name 'Carrion'. Seeing her as a menace, a threat to their safety. Betrayed by those that she led, Azalea left with nothing more than a small, fur pack and a few trinkets she believed to be from the spirits. Rumors and stories of this island, and it's so called 'protector' had begun spreading its reach to every corner of the land. Azalea would stop to rest at small villages, claiming to just be a traveler. During her visits she would soak up all the information she could about the island, about this 'Peter Pan'. It wasn't hard to follow her journey, simply following the trail of missing people would lead the way. Every now and again, when there was no safety to be found, other than the darkest corners of a giants playground, Azalea would watch the disgusting creatures, disproportionate and awkward. Waiting for them to fall asleep. If she was quick, careful, then she could occasionally secure a meal from whatever skin they exposed, leaving sores upon their visage in the morning.

After many weeks of traveling from colony to colony, Azalea believed she finally had all of the pieces needed to seek out this island, the protector.

The journey was long and trying, but a flourishing sight greeted her tired bones after weeks. The colony upon the island was far too large for her, the noise alone was enough to make her head spin. Having been alone throughout her travels, Azalea had chosen to make lay claim on a new territory. The islands graveyard had become her new home, it was familiar in a sense, and yet, it was new, unknown. Something to discover. She would leave small gifts upon unmarked graves, making herself furniture from the flora around her. Gifts, from the dead, or Peter? After the fire that destroyed the colony, Azalea found herself with a new delicacy, charred flesh. Though it was scarce, as most had been turned to ash, very, very few good specimens remained. Berries and fruits were fine and good, but there was something . . .insatiable that the taste of meat held over her.

CONNECTIONS

✘ PETER: idolizes, sees as a god sent to protect the small folk ✘ BONES: respects, acts as a silent guardian over ✘ FLETCHER: intrigued by, respects their craft ✘ VICTOR: desires, can smell the sickly stench of, it taunts her, hungers her

FACE CLAIM IS KATIE MCGRATH | TAKEN

[johanfaitsoncinema]

The Fabelmans : « les films sont des rêves que tu n’oublies jamais » 

Vendredi 17h, c’est la fin de votre semaine. Vous attendez impatiemment l’arrivée de l’un de vos parents sur le parvis de votre école primaire pour vous rendre dans l’un de vos endroits préférés sur terre : le vidéo-club. 

Tarantino, Scorsese, Coppola, Cameron… Ils y étaient tous, plus où moins rangés dans l’ordre, mais peu importe, quand vous avez huit ans, ces noms indélébiles du 7ème art sont imprescriptibles dans la tête d’un jeune enfant. Non, ce que vous recherchez à cet âge, c’est une image qui accompagne la vidéo-cassette ! Drôle, colorée, animée, violente, gore… Des milliers de photos qui s’impriment dans notre cerveau de petit-être inconscient, à la recherche d’une aventure cinématographique ! Toutefois, vous n’avez que huit ans. Vos parents ont le dernier mot, et ce soir-là, vous allez subir leurs envies ! Pire encore, ils ne veulent pas vous montrer la couverture de la cassette pour « créer une surprise totale ». 

Déçu et à la fois curieux, vous n’avez aucune idée de l’objet qui allait animer votre vendredi soir. Le film s’ouvre sur des visages humains effrayés, armés jusqu’aux dents, une boîte métallique survenant des airs fait son apparition.Il s’agit d’une cage. Soudain, votre cœur se met à battre à la chamade, au rythme d’une musique angoissante, vous entendez LE rugissement… celui d’une bête d’un ancien temps, un dinosaure. À partir de ce moment précis, un nom ne vous quittera plus jamais : Jurassic Park.

Les aliens, les requins, les robots, les soldats… Du monde magique de Peter Pan à un sombre film dystopique qui prédit les crimes, nous avons tous et toutes un souvenir ineffaçable issu de la filmographie de Steven Spielberg. À 75 ans et presque un an après son sulfureux West Side Story, l’un des plus grands réalisateurs de tous les temps fait son retour dans les salles de cinéma avec son 34ème film, une rétrospective de sa propre vie. 

The Fabelmans, c’est l’histoire de Sammy (Gabriel LaBelle) passionné de cinéma, qui passe son temps à filmer sa famille. S’il est soutenu par sa mère Mitzi (Michelle Williams), dotée d’une âme artistique, son père Burt (Paul Dano), scientifique accompli, lui considère l’intérêt de son enfant comme un hobby. Des petits films amateurs sur sa famille à des projets plus sophistiqués interprétés par ses sœurs et sa bande d’amis, Samy se positionne comme le documentariste de l’histoire familiale. 

Avec son film, Steven Spielberg remonte le fil de sa vie, retrace les éléments qui ont forgé sa personnalité d’abord, puis nourri sa filmographie. En réalité, c’est même plus grand. Il s’agit d’un film-confession, où la fidélité des événements réels importe moins que la version qu’on en donne. 

Dans une scène terriblement marquante, le jeune Samy se retrouve seul dans sa chambre, à monter les images de son escapade familial au camping, sur la table de montage offert par son père. Il décèlera alors au grès des images, une trahison opérée par l’un des membres de sa famille. Cet événement marque le point central du « drame » familial des Fabelmans.  

Si cette révélation n’est pas surprenante pour le spectateur, tellement elle pend au nez dès les dix premières minutes du film, elle le sera pour Samy et sa famille. Derrière cette scène, on découvre un personnage qui lève le voile sur une vérité par le prisme de ses propres créations et l’altère par le montage pour camoufler le réel, le dénuer. 

Dès lors, on comprend que ce film n’est pas une simple « lettre d’amour » pour le cinéma ou un projet édulcoré par la nostalgie. Spielberg explore ses propres zones d’ombre et questionne son rapport à la fiction derrière une chronique portée sur la famille et ce, sans rentrer dans le pathos ou la psychanalyse. Grâce à The Fabelmans et sa magnifique fresque familiale, les spectateurs peuvent enfin mettre le doigt sur toutes les références au cinéma de Spielberg ainsi que son rapport torturé à l’enfance. 

Il  faut dire que cela fait des années que cette œuvre cinématographique traîne dans la tête de Spielberg. Les parents de ce dernier ont vécu très vieux, sa mère est décédée à l’âge de 97 ans et son père est mort pendant le tournage de West Side Story à l’âge de 103 ans.

Dès lors, mettre sur pied ce film après leur disparition, est-ce de la pudeur ou un hommage ? Peut-on alors supposer que ce film est thérapeutique pour son auteur ? Peut-on se dire que Spielberg est à présent en paix avec lui-même, avec les tourments et les traumatismes causés par ses parents pour délivrer aux spectateurs ce projet d’auto-fiction ? Cela reste hypothétique mais en tout cas, il s’agit sans équivoque d’une démarche profondément humaine. 

Et si le grand chef-d’oeuvre de Damien Chazelle - Babylon- se termine dans une salle de cinéma en 1952, The Fabelmans s’ouvre dans une salle de cinéma la même année. Une synchronicité ou une belle coïncidence ? Peu importe après tout, la réponse se lit dans le regard de ses protagonistes qui nous démontrent à travers leur regard, que le cinéma en 2023 s’ausculte dans les salles obscures comme un sujet d’émerveillement. 

[werothegreat]

That was the last anyone would ever see of Captain Hook.

Wendy, beaming with joy, turned then to Peter, and said, "Oh, we are now free, and we can go home! And of course you and all the Lost Boys must come with us back to London! I'm sure mother and father would be more than happy to make room for you all!"

The Lost Boys cheered, Nibs and Slightly, Curly and the Twins, and Tootles most of all, smiling so widely his head threatened to fall right off at the hinges. But Peter had neither cheers nor crows. It was as if a cloud had come over that enchanted face of his, that youthful visage never touched by time. "I..." he hesitated, his lips and cheeks twitching in distress. "I don't think I can, Wendy."

Wendy's face fell. "But whyever not, Peter? You say you want a mother, well, come have one! A real one." She reached for Peter's hands, and he let her take them, but he did not hold hers back.

"I remember when I first came here... I think." He gently pulled free of Wendy's hold, and with a short flight alighted atop Long Tom. "So long ago... it feels both like a million years past, yet also only yesterday..." He pressed one hand to his brow, wrinkled into more furrows than a freshly plowed field. "I... I know I keep forgetting things. Maybe it's because... because things are always the same here..." He looked up at Wendy, and for the first time she noticed a light in his eyes, a cognizance, an awareness that had never been there before. "There was... an old man. Only he wasn't really a man."

As he spoke, it was as if they could see it too, transported by Peter's words into his own memory. They saw Peter, a mere babe, toddling across the moss and ferns to a great being sitting criss-cross under a great willow tree. He was covered in fur, which was covered in moss and algae and toadstools, and sprouting from his forehead were two goat's horns, curling back into his matted hair. In his hands was a set of reeds, lashed together with flax twine, and they were raised to his lips as Peter approached. Through them he blew a mournful tune, a nursery lullaby they each half recognized, but couldn't fully place the words to.

Peter rose up on his hind legs like a bear cub. "Who are you?"

The old wild man finished playing, then dropped the pipes from his lips and his gaze to the small, eager child. "I am Pan. And this is my kingdom..." He gestured widely around him, encompassing the entire forest, the lagoon, the snow-capped mountain, and all the stars above. "...that which isn't, what cannot be, and what never was."

Peter blinked. "A Never Never Land."

Pan chuckled. "Yes, child. Such a perfect name, I should have thought of it myself." He played another tune upon his pipes, just as sorrowful.

"Why are you so sad?" Peter dropped onto his bottom next to Pan. The wild man has seemed so large and intimidating as he approached, but sitting next to him, the two were of a height. "I came here so I never had to grow up. Never to be a man or have responsibulliblees. Always to do what I want and never take orders from anyone. Can't that happen here?"

"Of course, that's what Never Never Land is for." Pan dropped his pipes again, wrapping one arm around Peter. "But I am old. I have been young and gay for so long that I am tired. I never did grow up, and I realize now that I missed the best part of my life."

Peter's nose screwed up like a pig's snout. "I doubt that. Being a child is the best. Being grown up seems awful and miserable."

"I thought as you did, once. But I am tired. The children forget me. They don't come here any longer. I am too old for them. They hear my pipes and it annoys them. Nymphs nor satyrs please them. Fairies, though, fairies never go out of fashion." Here he gave Peter a conspiratorial smile.

"I don't know what a nymph is, but I love pirates! Hearing about Blackbeard and Bluebeard and Davy Jones' Locker! Oh, and Indians! And mermaids!" Unbeknownst to Peter, the island around them began to fill with color. A galleon began to crest the horizon, headed for the lagoon, filled with subtle splashes and laughter, and atop the cliffs overlooking the water was a circle of wigwams that had not been there before.

Pan smiled then, a true smile, a smile of relief. "Then I leave my kingdom in good hands. Peter, you must be the Pan now."

The boy blinked. "Peter Pan?"

The old wild man closed his eyes for the last time, smiling, knowing he had passed on his legacy to someone worthy. Peter had already forgotten him, though, sprinting down to the lagoon to meet the mermaids he had just invented. All he left behind was a small mound of earth, covered in moss and algae and toadstools, with a few cattails beginning to grow out of it.

Peter turned from his memory back to Wendy. "There has to be a Pan. Neverland is... it's imagination. It's the wonder and joy of childhood. What would anyone have without it?"

The children turned to hear a sudden outburst of crying. Smee, still tied to the mast, was sobbing and shaking. "Why, that would be terrible! Even worse than no mothers! Children have to be children, don't they?"

Peter and Wendy shared a knowing glance, then Peter floated over to the old pirate, sword in hand. "And how much of an imagination do you have, Mr. Smee?"

"Who, me?" Smee blinked, his tears forgotten in the sudden attention. "Why, no more than anyone else, I suppose. Though I do daydream a bit, the cap'n, may he rest in, well, reptilian digestion, did yell at me and wave his hook at me whenever he caught me staring out at the island..."

Wendy sidled up next to him, grinning. "And what did you daydream about?"

"What? Oh, when I was a boy, I loved the circus. I used to wish I was in the big ring, leading around the elephants. Only never hurt them! I hated when they'd whip the animals, but just seeing them walking around, and the acrobats! Oh, to be an acrobat! How they got up there walking on that rope, I'll never know!"

Slightly, always the quickest to cotton on, hurried up. "And what else? Tell us, Smee!"

The old pirate chuckle. "Oh, I loved reading about Marco Polo's journeys. Camels, silks, Kublai Khan's court in China!"

Tootles had finally understood the assignment. "What about stuff that isn't real?"

"Oh, you mean like dragons?"

There was a sudden roar from the island, as of a great beast, and as they turned and looked, they saw a pillar of smoke rising up from the trees. And was that a pagoda peeking up on the far slopes of the mountain? And where the lagoon had been was now a great big colorful tent, covered in streamers and banners, and if they strained, they could hear the calliope music echoing out to them.

Smee blinked in confusion, his jaw slack, the tears drying on his cheeks. As he turned back to Peter, he gasped, for the boy was offering his very own sword to him, hilt first.

There was a catch in Peter's voice, a hesitance betraying how much will it was taking him to speak the question he now asked. "Smee, would you honor me in being the next Pan?"

Smee looked around at the lost boys, who had just finished untying him from the mast. When he looked back at Peter, he had the biggest, most purest, most beautiful grin on his face, and he took the sword.

Peter regarded the boy facing him, a mop of fresh curls almost covering his eyes, brandishing a sword almost too big for him, wearing pirate clothes barely clinging to a frame much smaller than they had been sized for. The boy once known as Smee crowed and clicked his heels together as he rose into the air, sword held aloft. "I'm the Pan! I'm the Pan!" And with a wink and giggle, he was flying out to find all his newly imagined adventures.

Wendy turned to Peter, holding out her hand. "Are you ready?"

Peter took the hand, softly smiling. "To grow up will be an awfully big adventure."

[ondessiderales]

Amour d'enfance

Dragon Ball - Hatsukoi wa kumo ni notte (À cheval sur un nuage, mon premier amour)

Allons, viens par ici Regarde-moi Non ! Ne détourne pas ton regard !

Regarde, même la brise Qui souffle à travers nos cheveux Nous fait un clin d'œil…

À cheval sur ton nuage blanc Sur la route du ciel bleu Comme c'est romantique… Une journée parfaite pour l'amour

Toi, mon amour d'enfance Je veux être ta fiancée Je te le murmure encore et encore "Mon amour, c'est toi !"

Quand nous serons adultes Viens me faire un signe Lorsque tu auras réalisé tes rêves…

Le vois-tu ? Le sais-tu ? Les filles ont toutes ce rêve dans leur cœur

J'ai écrit pour toi maintenant Une lettre d'amour dans le ciel Qui te crie "Je t'aime"…

Allez, viens par ici Et dis-moi que tu m'aimes Allons, ne fais pas le timide…

Regarde, même le soleil A le visage tout rouge C'est peut-être à cause de nous…

Je veux être ta fiancée Je suis digne de toi, oui, je crois l'être… Regarde, moi qui suis toute douce avec toi…

Je veux vite grandir Avec toi à mes côtés… Dans notre maison, parmi les nuages Racontons-nous nos rêves

Dis-le moi, promets-le moi Qu'un jour tu m'emmèneras avec toi…

Regarde, même mon effrayant papa Te fait signe de la main Et te sourit !

Allons, viens par ici Et ris à mes côtés Hahaha ! Quelle tête bizarre tu fais !

Regarde, le Kinto-Un (le nuage magique) En tournant dans le ciel Nous a dessiné un coeur

Allons, viens par ici Regarde-moi Non ! Ne détourne pas ton regard !

Regarde, même la brise Qui souffle à travers nos cheveux Nous fait un clin d'œil…

Nous fait un clin d'œil…

The Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time

(Minutage : 17:04)

(Minutage : 1:54:39) (SPOILER)

Robin des Bois (Disney)

Nous n'étions encore que deux enfants Deux cœurs neufs à leur printemps Éclairant mon ciel comme un soleil Il fit naître des merveilles

Si les jours, depuis, ont dû passer Je n'ai pas oublié Et je sais que cet amour Peut durer toujours

Bel amour Tendre amour Oui Tu me suivras toujours

Si les jours, depuis, ont dû passer Je n'ai pas oublié Car je sais que cet amour me suivra toujours

L'amour Je m'en souviens comme si c'était hier Tu n'étais encore qu'un enfant en plein jeu

Et maintenant tu as grandi en moi Oh, comme ces moments fugaces s'en vont

Nous qui regardions le monde voguer, s'en allant lentement Les jours s'écoulent maintenant si rapidement La vie est brève, mais quand elle est partie L'amour dure toujours

L'amour vit L'amour survit L'amour dure toujours…

Nous qui regardions le monde voguer, s'en allant lentement Les jours s'écoulent maintenant si rapidement La vie est brève, mais quand elle est partie L'amour dure toujours

[ballerinapoems]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and lovers of fashion,

Welcome to the opening of this year's Fashion Week, where we invite you to step into a realm of enchantment and wonder. Tonight, we unveil a theme that promises to transport you beyond the ordinary and into the extraordinary—welcome to "𝐹͟𝑎͟𝑖͟𝑟͟𝑦͟ 𝐷͟𝑟͟𝑒͟𝑎͟𝑚"

Before we dive into the main event, let me introduce our stunning models who will be showcasing these fabulous designs.

1. Sydney.

Enchanted Garden Dream: Ethereal White Maxi Dress

This delicate piece is perfect for a fairy-inspired look, with its lightweight fabric and romantic silhouette creating an effortlessly magical vibe.

Why did I choose Sydney to be my model? With her perfect posture, she looks like a princess straight out of a fairy tale, destined to wear a beautiful dress. Her flowing hair and radiant smile sparkle like enchanted jewels, making her the perfect choice to grace the fashion week themed around the magical world I have envisioned.

2. Mary.

Whimsical Meadow Muse: Cozy Knit and Skirt Ensemble

Featuring a charming combination of a cozy knit sweater and a playful skirt. The distressed details on the sweater add a touch of rustic charm, while the light, flowy skirt complements the look with effortless elegance.

Mary, with her smile that warms like sunshine, will help me bring a fairy-like expression to my model at this fashion week. The theme is perfect for her; with her enchanting, fairy-like physique and stunning visuals, she will create a magical and proud impression, enhancing the overall enchantment of this fashion event.

3. Ashley.

Whispering Woodland Enchantment Dress.

The epitome of ethereal elegance, perfect for any fairy-inspired occasion. Crafted from a delicate, soft green fabric, this dress features a deeply plunging back adorned with intricate, dainty ties that add a whimsical touch.

Ashley, with her ethereal figure, was simply enchanting as my chosen model for this theme. The satin dress adorns her like spun emerald, harmonizing with the warmth of her smile, perfectly embodying the fairy essence I've infused into this fashion week. With but a glance, she ensnares hearts and weaves spells of admiration.

4. Steffi.

Enchanted Flowers: Bloom Fairy Dress.

The "Enchanted Garden Bloom Fairy Dress" captures the essence of a serene, fairy-tale garden. This charming white dress features delicate puff sleeves and a fitted bodice, exuding a graceful, timeless appeal.

Steffi, glowing like a sunbeam, is the embodiment of the fashion theme I bring forth. Her elegance is unparalleled, her beauty ethereal, and her charm irresistible. Her visage seems kissed by a gentle breeze, such is her grace. With wavy black locks cascading like midnight tendrils, she resembles a fairy frolicking in the garden.

5. Sena.

Charmed Library Scholar's Whimsical Attire.

With its flowing shirt adorned with celestial patterns and shimmering accents, this attire exudes a sense of mystical wisdom. The ensemble is completed with black watch and brown hair illuminated by the sun in the library very suitable for the fairy theme.

Among all, the sole male model I selected was Sena. His appearance is so captivating, he could easily outshine Peter Pan in the fairy realm when my fashion week unfolds. With his warmth and the gentle allure of his charm, he sparkles like stardust, captivating hearts anew with each appearance.

Tonight, the runway will become a tapestry of dreams, where each piece tells a story of enchantment and imagination. So, sit back, let your senses be captivated, and allow the magic of "𝐹͟𝑎͟𝑖͟𝑟͟𝑦͟ 𝐷͟𝑟͟𝑒͟𝑎͟𝑚" to unfold before your eyes. Welcome to a night where fashion becomes fantasy, and dreams become reality. Welcome to Fashion Week.

[4lexnilsen]

“alright,  i’ll book some time in my calendar,  then.   a barbie marathon weekend.   hey,  no,  but we should totally do this.   i know for certain david would love it.   you should bring angus.   next saturday?   i’ll prepare some theme-accurate snacks,  order pizza…   we’ll have a blast.”   growing up,  his favorite movies were toy story,  monsters inc.,  wall-e,  cars,  peter pan,  finding nemo,  the incredibles.   he didn’t really have the chance to watch any of the barbie movies,  his six-year-old self deeming them boring and girly.   “you know,  abilene,  it’s a little concerning you just keep big boy barbie pajamas in your closet,”   he teases with a laugh,  wondering how she came in possession of those in the first place.   “and i think you’ll have to teach me how to braid hair.   i’m a little inexperienced in the field,”   he muses,  loving her sense of humor and how positive,  optimistic,  she is by nature.   

“hey,  alright,  alright…   but it was a one-time thing!   and i learned a lot from the experience,  you know?   i mean,  prior to it,  i had no idea that you could peel the skin off your tongue.”   he plays along,  his foot nudging hers back,  eyes alight with happiness.   he uses a teaspoon to fish out a bunch of mini marshmallows and pops them into his mouth,  chewing thoroughly and humming in delight.   “oh,  i make the best hot chocolate,”   he brags shamelessly,  reaching for one of the sugar cookies.   he really does have a giant sweet tooth.   if he wasn’t so strict about working out,  he’d probably weigh five hundred pounds by now.

“wait,  are you serious about this?”   blaming her flushed visage on the sudden change in temperature and the hot chocolate,  alex doesn’t think much about it,  even if his own heart continues to do strange things when abilene’s around.   skipping a beat here and there,  swelling,  stealing his breath away.   “i know it’s childish of me,  but there’s this winter gala in two weeks.   one of the major publishing houses is hosting it.   all the literary agents,  editors,  some great authors will be there.   i was supposed to go with sarah,  but…   well,  she’s obviously going with her new boyfriend and i’ve thought about just skipping it altogether.”   he studies the contents of his festive mug,  too shy to look up and meet abi’s eyes.   he feels silly even proposing this idea,  thinking it’s very immature of him,  this need to pretend he’s also moved on.   “but if you wanted to go with me…”  

abilene giggled , memories of forcing colt or tanner to sit with her and watch the barbie movies swirling around her mind . ❛ oh , don't you worry , hun . it's a requirement this friendship to continue , ❜ she gestured between them , ❛ that we watch them together . ❜ it was hard not to giggle with alex , hard not to smile when he did or poke fun at him when he did her . ❛ we'll both get our barbie jammies on , don't worry i have some in your size , and you can braid my hair while we watch the princess and the pauper . we'll learn about class disparity through song and early 2000's animations . ❜

there was a beat of silence before her smile grew . funny how we were just talking about freezing your tongue to a pole . . . she giggled again . ❛ i thought you said you'd never frozen your tongue to a pole . liar ! ❜ she was teasing him , and as if to prove it nudged his foot under the table . her heart was fluttering in time with his laugh . . . was that normal ?

abilene was eager to see alex happy again . he had a pretty smile and a cute laugh and god she had to quit this now . she knew she had more than a little crush on her downstairs neighbor , but her cheeks flushed at the thought of him finding that bit of information out . her stomach flipped and her cheeks flushed just the slightest of pink .

❛ obviously we have to make her jealous . ❜ abilene tapped her lip with her finger as if in deep thought . ❛ and then we'll follow it up with painting the house , of course . ❜ she smiled and reached for her cup to take a sip now that the drink was far cooler . she hummed , mostly because the drink was delicious , and looked back to alex . ❛ so , what are you doing this weekend ? besides watching the barbie movies with me , of course . we can flesh out our revenge-against-cheaters plan . ❜

[dhn225]

Des remous tranquilles

De l'humeur aventurière

Pour sauver Nabuchodonosor

Roi éternel de la magie, du vent et des poussières

Sur son chemin Peter Pan

Lui parle d'abord de sa flotte

Highlander orphelin et désormais

Aux sceaux des Géants

Géant des mers qu'on ne

Rencontre qu'une seule fois

Qu'on retrouve à la Saint Jean

Une trentaine de printemps

Dans le calendrier d'avant

Le feu consume le fer

Et nous conduisent aux Rois des Mers

Partir par la foudre pour arriver

Plus vite

N'avoir que pour dernière volonté

Celle que ce choix reste éternel

Et si c'était le dernier chemin?

Combien faudrait il traverser de plaines et de désert pour atteindre la Mer

Pirate stratège et ambulant

Sur Mer comme sur terre

Loin de chez Lui finalement

Proche de son continent

Continent d'un Prince Caucasien

Aiguilleurs des voyageurs de tout les temps

Visage mythique multiseculaire

Ses yeux du Soleil Filant

Regardent plein de couleurs Yakari

Équidé éternel en son Pan

Écurie de la meilleure Étoile du temps

Magie artistique des Jackson, Mercury, et Bowie

Changement de silhouette, d'apparence, d'ombre et de tête

Heroine esclave de l'Art

Ouvrier de l'artificiel

Les artifices à grandes échelles

Échelles des Géants sur le Naturel

Prince Caucasien

Aux premières loges de Star Wars

Égérie du plateau Disney

Le chapelier aux noces d'Alice

Fin gourmet de Fleet Street

À la recherche du poisson doré

Dans le rêve d'Arizona

Silhouette pléthorique du Royaume d'Hollywood

Comédien multi-facette

Qui se résume aux grimaces et aux gestes...

Ne l'avez vous jamais rencontré par le passé?

De confondre Jack Sparrow

Dans le même Adam Smith

C'est de confondre le Roi des Mers, Prince des Terres en Roi de la Finance, Finance mondiale régie par les flottes Françaises et Anglaises

Et peut être le signal qu'un Homme si semblable puisse incarner Louis XIV sur la route de l'Histoire,

Comme on voit Jack Sparrow déambuler sur la côte, on voit Adam Smith sur les mêmes pas de      Louis XIV..

Finalement quel est le comédien le plus à même de lui ressembler??

@AdjaniJimmy