#v.t.

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Scans from AX December 1998

By 阿麒麟270

[ntsawos]

Δεν έκανα ταξίδια μακρινά

Τα χρόνια μου είχαν ρίζες ήταν δέντρα

Που τα 'ντυσε με φύλλα η καρδιά

Και τ' άφησε ν' ανθίζουν μεσ' την πέτρα

Δεν έκανα ταξίδια μακρινά

Οι άνθρωποι που αγάπησα ήταν δάση

Οι φίλοι μου φεγγάρια ήταν νησιά

Που δίψασε η καρδιά μου να τα ψάξει

Το πιο μακρύ ταξίδι μου εσύ

Η νύχτα εσύ το όνειρο της μέρας

Μικρή πατρίδα σώμα μου κι αρχή

Η γη μου εσύ ανάσα μου κι αέρας

Δεν έκανα ταξίδια μακρινά

Ταξίδεψε η καρδιά κι αυτό μου φτάνει

Σε όνειρα σ' αισθήματα υγρά

Το μυστικό τον κόσμο ν' ανασάνει

Το πιο μακρύ ταξίδι μου εσύ

Η νύχτα εσύ το όνειρο της μέρας

Μικρή πατρίδα σώμα μου κι αρχή

Η γη μου εσύ ανάσα μου κι αέρας

[ad-lucem-et-amor]

"He searched her eyes intently. But not probing or intrusively. Then he looked away, not in a rush or embarrassment, but as if he were leaving a room to get something he realized was amiss. Her eyes searched his face, tracing his features like gentle fingertips. As if her fingertip gaze moved his, he emerged from his interior castle. In a soft sacredness only a cherubim could utter, he exhaled "I think God wanted us to meet..." In her beautiful mess, his eyes bore love."

[vartouhix]

@sixeyesenvy : -kiss her cheek-

She looks up at him, fingertips tracing over where he had kissed, as her face flushes pink. "Go-- ah... Asaki?"

[popeyesmith]

Prehistoric Nazis: Alley Oop Knows a Fascist When He Sees One

[giggly-squiggily]

Okay I got through watching this Christmas movie with Aimee Garcia, and she can sing and dance, and I'm just like okay... Aunt Nelly can sing and dance. I don't make the rules here.

AHHH WAIT I LOVE THAT???

Aunt Nelly singing along with her favorite songs as she makes cookies, her scrubs replaced with comfy sweats as she sways and steps around the kitchen. She pulls Vlad into it; he's a bit clumsy in the footing but he's having so much fun he forgets he's supposed to act like he hates it lols (he might give her some reluctance- a dramatic eye roll and groan that's so fake he can't even hold it without grinning) Through her he learns to dance, and he's able to impress Snow with his dance moves when they eventually get together kjarkjajerej

With Otis? They're slow dancing 100%. She'll guide him in her arms until he takes charge, slowly rocking her around the kitchen as she sings love songs to him. He can kinda sing? Not nearly as good as her but he can hold a tune. They perform little duets that end with them kissing and Vlad has to literally evacuate the house before he pukes rainbows from how lovey dovey they are akjlrejkarjej (JK he's beyond happy for them, but he does leave before things get...interesting)

Thank you for sharing friend!

[librospdfgratismundoepub]

Noche de cuarto menguante - Hawah V.T. (2023)

Leah es una estudiante de último año de periodismo que viaja a un misterioso motel para hacer un trabajo sobre sucesos. En cambio, Retherick es un fantasma amnésico que vaga por el motel Duchamp esperando a alguien que le ayude a averiguar cómo y por qué murió. Leah será la elegida para ayudar a este alma en pena pero, mientras ambos investigan, lo que parece empezar como un pacto amistoso para…

[rickchung]

This Place (dir. V.T. Nayani) x VQFF 2023.

Naynani crafts a touching story of fractured cultural identities focused on the act of forgiveness. Its exploration of land and place (as the title would suggest) beyond geography makes its racial themes so mature and a true reflection of the people who (reluctantly) call Canada home. This Place weaves aspects of Mohawk, Tamil, and Iranian identity organically and thoughtfully as it interrogates the location of where people are actually from.

Premiered at the 2022 Toronto International Film Festival.

[dijidweeeb]

Alley Oop #12 (1947) V.T. Hamlin

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This Place (2022) dir. V.T. Nayani

[maryflorlovyblog]

dance (v.t.)

"This is when the soul uses the body as a musical instrument. It’s about surrendering to the wind and the rhythm. It’s feeling carried away by something bigger than ourselves. It’s a good groove, which expresses, which calms. It's letting off steam without saying anything. It’s about being surrendered and handing over your own control. it is being controlled by other notes from another life. it's rolling. it's saying 'screw the world' and having a moment of your own. entirely yours."

(JOHN DOEDERLEIN)

[ntsawos]

Σήμερα ένιωσα την ανάγκη να σε θυμηθώ, να σε ξαναζωντανέψω στο μυαλό μου, στη συνείδηση μου. Πάνε πολλοί μήνες που δεν έγραψα κάτι, με σένα, για σένα. Ξέρω, δεν έχει νόημα. Για μένα πάντως, πάντα θα έχει.

Δεν είναι πως σ' έχω ξεχάσει, πως σ' έχω παραμερίσει. Το αντίθετο. Πολύ συχνά ανοίγω τα μηνύματα στο profile σου. Έτσι. Για να σε δω, με το μυαλό. Να σε φανταστώ. Να πιστέψω πως είσαι καλά, όπου κι αν βρίσκεσαι. Εάν είσαι!

Μπαίνω, λείπεις. Βγαίνω, μπαίνεις - συχνά 5-10 φορές την ημέρα. Μοναξιά άραγε? Άλλοτε απουσιάζεις μέρες, δουλειές ξέρω. Υποθέτω δηλαδή. Ποτέ δεν άφησες περιθώριο, για το παραμικρό. Μπαίνω, είσαι μέσα κι αποχωρώ, τι νόημα θα είχε να μείνω? Πέρασε καιρός που θα μπορούσαμε κάτι να είχαμε πει, μα δεν το κάναμε όταν έπρεπε. Τώρα το χάος είναι ακόμα πιο μεγάλο. Μπαίνω, σε λίγο αποχωρείς, μοιάζει σαν ενόχληση. Ξαναμπαίνω αργότερα, πάλι μέσα, πάλι φευγιό. Το παιχνίδι της γάτας με το ποντίκι. Τι νόημα έχει?

Σήμερα ξαναδιάβασα κάποιες ιστορίες που έγραψα παλιότερα -ήσουν αιτία κι αφορμή. Γιατί??? Έτσι. Ένοιωσα την ανάγκη να δώ τα χνάρια που άφησες μέσα μου. Ξεκλείδωσα πες τη ντουλάπα μου για να δω τα φαντάσματα μου. Ένα. Ψέμα, ένα αλησμόνητο. Ένα ιδιαίτερο, ένα ανεκτίμητο. Ένα, ανάμεσα στ' άλλα, τα αδιάφορα.

Ξανακλείδωσα. Ψέμα. Για 3η-4η φορά μου γλίστρησε το κινητό. Άθελα. Βιντεοκλήση, άθελα. Στην προσπάθεια να το συγκρατήσω τα δάχτυλα πάτησαν τα πλήκτρα. Πανικοβλήθηκα ξανά. Έκλεισα αυτόματα. Συγνώμη ξανά. Ασυναίσθητο λάθος. Ίσως το μυαλό τελικά να συνομωτεί συνειδητά προσπαθώντας να πετύχει τους υποσυνείδητους στόχους του. Μα, δεν θα το έκανα ποτέ ηθελημένα. Προτιμώ να πω τα πάντα με φυσική παρουσία, παρά έτσι.

Τα μάτια λένε είναι ο καθρέφτης της ψυχής. Πάντα ήθελα, και θέλω να τα ξαναδώ. Κι ίσως, έτσι, μιλήσουν τα δικά μου. Ίσως για ώρες. Μα αρκούν και λίγα δευτερόλεπτα, είμαι σίγουρος, για να τα πουν όλα. Όσα δε λέει κανένα ΜΚΔ.

[tommiruewrites]

Hi! I would like to request a Tewksbury x fem’Reader (romantic)! Reader is Enola Holmes’ sister

So basically, I was hoping for this to take place in Enola Holmes 2 in the theater fight scene. If you remember, Enola almost gets stabbed, but her corset protected her. So what if it was reader instead, and the corset didn’t protect her? Reader does finish the fight like in the movie because she’s just a girlboss like that and has that whole moment with Tewksbury after, but the stab wound finally takes its toll. That’s sort of just the base of the idea, you can do whatever you come up with after that! I sort of think of this as an angst + fluff? Thank you!

Just a Little Longer - V.T.

word count: 1.2k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: fem!reader, fluff to angst (but mostly angst bc i love to make myself miserable but in a cute poetic way), brief mentions of fighting, talk of blood, major injury, main character death, best friends to lovers/idiots in love, tragedy, holmes!reader, NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: i'm SOOOO sorry, ik it's been ages since you put in this ask, but my adhd slump was a pain in my ass. it has finally been forcibly lifted (by yours truly) bc i want to write again, and i found the start of this fic in my drafts and decided to finish it. i hope you're still active and able to read this, lovely anon! <3

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

part 2

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Everything went by in a blur. You were fighting alongside Tewkesbury and Enola, dodging weapons and fists. The next thing you know, you’re on the floor, wind knocked out of you.

A loud crack rings out and you feel an intense pounding in your head, so you guess you must have hit it when you fell back. As you begin to stand, you feel a dull ache in your ribs. You look down to see the cause, and you thank the heavens that you’re wearing one of those god-awful corsets you've always hated so much. Shouldn’t leave more than a nasty bruise.

You hear Tewksbury —who’s still fighting from across the room— call out your name to make sure you’re alright, but you don’t have time to respond. Your sister reaches a hand out to help you up off the floor as she dodges a hit. A bit preoccupied in a fight of her own she misses the silver handle sticking out of your corset.

“Are you alright?” she screams over the chaos.

You stand firm on your feet, still staring down your opponent. “Fine. Just a little fall, nothing I can’t handle.” Pulling the blade from your abdomen, you miss the red glint of blood as you resume the fight.

———————

The battle is over, and the energy is high. You and Tewkesbury bounce off the walls blabbering on about the recent events, adrenaline running through you while Enola concludes the investigation with your brother, Sherlock.

“Did you see me! I got some really good ones in there. Think I got him in the nose!”

You laugh, breath like shard of glass in your lungs from the cold, "You were wonderful! Just like I showed you."

He beams at that, his cheeks glowing a warm pink, which he hopes could be chalked up to the biting chill outside, “You didn’t do so bad out there yourself.”

“Not bad?” you scoff, "You must have missed the look on that guy’s face when I threw him across the room!"

You both laugh softly, your breath visible in the winter air. You ignore the tight feeling in your lungs.

Suddenly you’re both hyper aware of the lack of space between you. Looking between his cold pink lips and his glassy doe eyes, you hold your breath as he begins to lean closer.

Just as you feel his intoxicating lips graze yours, your knees buckle beneath you. You try to steady yourself against Tewksbury, hand pressed against his chest, as he quickly grabs your waist to hold you up. He chuckles a bit as he tries to help you regain your footing, but immediately stops when notices that you’re practically limp in his hold.

“What's wrong? Talk to me.”

It feels like your chest is collapsing in on itself, and your head starts to spin. “Oh- I’m fine. Just cold.” Mostly reassuring yourself, nothing bad could happen right? You won after all. You beat them. Your family is safe and your best friend that you've been in love with for years is finally kissing you. Those are all good things. Really good things. So it's just the cold making you feel weak and breathless, right?

“I’m just really, really tired.”

Just as you begin to stand up straighter, sharp pain shoots through your stomach and your knees buckle again, causing Tewkesbury to almost fall over. He panics when he hears a gasp that sounds too much like you’re in pain.

“Enola! Something’s wrong!”

Enola and Sherlock stop their current debate and immediately notice your uncharacteristically frail state, rushing over to help Tewkesbury get you on the ground. They sit you down as quickly as possible without hurting you, your back to Tewksbury’s chest so he can keep you stable. His shaky hand tremble against your hips as he surveys your body for injuries. Enola kneels to be eye-level with you, “What's going on? Are you hurt?”

"No-" You nod your head, "I'm fine, I just-" you cut yourself short, unable to create a more convincing reply as a groan of pain rips through you. Thats when Enola notices a deep tear in your dress.

“Her corset. Take off her corset!”

Enola and Sherlock work to quickly remove the thick article of clothing, Tewksbury squeezing your hand reassuringly when you wince at the movement of him lifting your arms. Once the corset is successfully removed, a deep cut reveals itself, crimson red seeping through your under-dress. "Oh my god-"

You look up, the concern in Tewkesbury’s voice making you nervous. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

Enola grabs your focus when she presses her hands against your wound.

"Oh..."

Sherlock frantically removes his coat to tie around you and try to stop the bleeding. “Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. You’re going to be just fine.” He rambles out, trying to calm both you and himself.

In your hazy state you can't fully sense the anxiety all around you, or how serious your injury truly is. You only register one thing. You’re going to be just fine. Your brother would never lie to you. Not ever.

Your breathing begins to slow as you relax, leaning your head back against Tewkesbury's shoulder. You begin to feel your own shoulder dampen. Looking over at the cause, you see Tewksbury’s face tacked with glistening streaks down his cheeks, staring at Enola and Sherlock frantically try to stop the bleeding as he helps where he can.

“Tewks?” His eyes jump to yours, sniffling. “What's the matter? Why are you crying?”

Much to your dismay, that makes him cry harder. "Nothing’s the matter."

You reach a weak hand up to wipe tears from his cheek as more roll down in their place. “Then why are you crying?”

There’s a long pause, your sibling’s desperate shouting falling deaf on your ears as a faint ringing replaces it. "I’m just so proud of you is all."

You smile at that, "I'm proud of you too, fighter." You tease. He chuckles weakly, not surprised that your wit is still intact even as you're bleeding out. Your eyes begin to feel heavy as you stare into his, eyelids fluttering open and closed.

“Hey! Hey, keep your eyes open for me. Just a little bit longer.” He stammers, squeezing your hand to keep you awake. "We just need a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then you can rest, alright?"

You groan in discomfort, feeling all of your energy go into the one simple task as your body begins to feel floaty and numb. “Tired.”

“I know, I know. Just a little longer. I promise everything will be fine. I promise. Just please, don’t close your eyes.” He sobs out desperately, interlacing his fingers with yours.

Enola and Sherlock keep trying everything in their power to stop the bleeding, sobbing and begging for anything to work. For you to be okay. You try your best to keep your eyes open for them, you really do, but it’s just too difficult. You can hear distant shouts of your name as you finally let the peaceful darkness consume you.

[vartouhix]

@nackros continued from x

⸻ "but.. you can always keep going? trying again? i'll help you if you want me to. i'm sure two heads are better than one." she offered before taking vartouhi's hand gently. "i don't mind helping you." ⸻

With a tears in the corners of her eyes, she looked down, sighing heavily. "You are right, Lily... It is just... difficult to keep going, when time and time again you come up empty-handed." She brought up a hand to wipe her tears away. "It's hard to hold onto hope that I'll find my way home one day."

[popeyesmith]

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