#x-mas 2018

[jeannes-world]

Je ship Amixem et Thomas Deseur.

J'avais besoin de le dire quelque part et ça sera pas sur Twitter (pas envie d'avoir des mecs qui me jugent sur mon dos après, et j'ai aussi pas forcément envie que les concernés tombent là-dessus aisément).

J'vous jure que dès que je les vois ensemble dans une vidéo, je vais faire qu'observer comment ils se regardent, se touchent, etc. Je viens d'enchaîner plusieurs shorts sur la chaîne d'Amixem, dès qu'il y avait Thomas, j'étais d'un seul coup plus attentive et je pétais un câble s'ils se touchaient (j'exagère. un peu.) Les moments où ils sont exclusivement que tous les 2 sont des instants incroyables pour moi. Les vidéos LEGO sont un cadeau du ciel.

Est-ce que je suis la seule là-dedans ? Peut-être. Mais je suis presque tentée d'aller fouiller sur wattpad tellement je suis désespérée de voir du contenu qu'avec ces deux-là.

[xaviergalatis]

Xavier Galatis - Without You You Remix (XXYYXXBootleg) 2018 Remix

[victor1990hugo]

[jasonsutekh]

The Holiday Calendar (2018)

One Christmas a young woman is given a calendar which appears to predict the future and may be leading her on the path to what she truly wants from life.

 The scale of the location, extras, and decorations means that even the less eventful scenes are at least aesthetically interesting and there’s a fair amount of variety. It invests very heavily in the iconography of Christmas, making some images important parts of the story and even includes a few small half decent pieces of advice regarding relationships.

 There are several scenes which get rather depressing and it didn’t seem like much positive action was done by the protagonist to correct things so it’s not really made up for in a satisfying way. It also feels odd that a person’s life is being manipulated by a calendar, the revelations for which don’t all make sense for the ending and it’s a countdown which irritatingly skips a great many of the days.

 It has quite a diverse cast which is refreshing as it prevents it becoming another routine white people Christmas movie, although it its premise it’s about the same. The story is helped by the fact that the calendar lore is interesting but magic isn’t the main focus of the film so it’s clear that any lessons can be learned without divine intervention.

 One unfortunate trope is that there’s the traditional life-long friend who wants more despite the protagonist not being interested and the plot forces them together because in films like these platonic love isn’t viable for closure. Another annoying plot point was that she treats her boss as a friend and when he inevitably fires her for one mistake, she remains on friendly terms. Your boss is not your friend.

 3/10 -This one’s bad but there’s some good in it, just there-

[mysunshinetemptress]

You Promised

Disclaimer: angst

Leah Williamson x reader

To say you and your girlfriend played the same sport just at different levels was an understatement.

Leah played for Arsenal in the WSL and is Captain of the Lionesses on the international stage whereas you played for and Captained Newport Pagnell FC an East Midlands women’s regional football team.

Now you where proud to play for them every time you walked out onto the pitch it was like you had led out an army ready to battle for the next 90 minutes. Only it was a pitch in the back arse of no where and the changing rooms where prefabricated buildings and your subs bench wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit but you wouldn’t change it for the world this was your team.

Dating a world class football player who had captained the English women’s team to European champs meant that many people began to have opinions on her life and in turn yours, and most of the time it was about the different levels you both played at.

Both yourself and Leah grew up in Milton Keynes and although you where a life long Arsenal fan you hadn’t began playing till the later Leah’s of primary school, unlike Leah who had been playing at Arsenal since the age of 8. You had both met later in secondary school and a friendship soon blossomed, your parents would often find you both either playing, talking or watching football together, but it didn’t take you long to realise that you both played at different levels.

It had become something you where rather insecure about. Watching as Leah made her senior debut in 2014 you had also been chosen to play on the women’s first team but your success would have to wait as you celebrated Leah’s and you honestly didn’t care as long as Leah was living out her dream and happy you would never care to celebrate yours. That was until recently.

Leah had asked you out on the night of your 20th birthday stating she simply couldn’t wait anymore and if it meant fucking over an amazing friendship for an even better relationship she would do just that. The first four years had been blissful. Leah played at Arsenal and had won the WSL as well as the FA cup and each time she just had to look into the stands to see your gleaming smile telling her how proud of her you where. Leah had played on the youth squads for England but in Russia in 2018 you had stood next to her family to cheer her on as she made her senior debut, as well you where the first person she called after Sarina Wiegman had asked her to be captain of the Lionesses heading into the euros, ultimately you had been asked to become the Captain of Newport Pagnell the same day but not wanting to take away such a moment from her you kept it quite. You had been there at every match of the Euros and had ultimately burst into tears at the sound of the final whistle on the 31st of July grabbing Amanda as you both sobbed with pride for the English captain, who had jumped the barrier and ran up the steps to kiss you right after. You had been there to witness all of Leah’s best moments from the minute you met, but you had also been there to witness her hardest moments. You had been sat in the west stand of Leigh’s Sports Village with Amanda and Leah’s cousin Holly hair still wet from training when she had gone down. Amanda had immediately grabbed your arm out of instinct before you stood stating you would go check on her. You had found her tear stained lying on physios bed “oh darling.” Leah had immediately burst into tears once more at the sight of you before explaining what the medic team had told her. There wasn’t anything you could do but hold her and listen wishing for it all to be wrong. Sadly it didn’t workout that way and it had been announced your girlfriend had torn her ACL and would be unable to Captain her team at the World Cup this summer.

It had been a selfish wish one that you immediately felt guilty about but you had hoped with this forced break Leah might attend a few more of your matches, maybe meet the team and the girls who had become some of your best friends, normally she either had training or was playing in one herself whereas you had a job as a teacher and trained night and played on Sundays. But what you had really hoped for was to turn to see Leah standing beside the pitch cheering you on as your team played their final match of the season and one that could potentially see your team winning the league.

“Lee, my love.” You had walked through the front door expecting to find your girlfriend sitting on the couch typing away on her computer, instead you found her in the kitchen with Lia Walti “oh hey Wally .” Lia stood pulling you into a hug “Y/n how are you.” You smiled dropping you bag before picking up the girls cups and refilling them making one for your self “I’m good Wally tired but good how are you.” Leah grabbed your hand pulling you to the chair beside her resting her hand on your thigh “I’m good, thought I would come check on this one since I’m out for the rest of the season as a precaution.” You smiled “thank you, speaking of how is your ankle I watched it after it was hard to watch no idea how you did it.” Leah squeezed your leg “she’s just built different love, you have to be to play at our level.” You froze slightly at what Leah was implying but chose to ignore it instead asking Wally if she was staying for dinner.

You lay in bed head on Leah’s chest as she stroked your hair softly “Lee.” Leah hummed “I was wondering if you would come to my last match on the 27th kickoff is at 2pm.” Leah smiled “I���d love to my girl.” You squeezed her gently “only if you want to.” Leah kissed your head “I promise to be there my love I want to be there.” You kissed her jaw before settling back down content with Leah’s answer.

Leah was still asleep when you woke up Saturday morning getting all your things ready to head to meet the team for the last match of the season. You ran back up the stairs after making yourself breakfast before leaning over to kiss her head “I’ll see you shortly Lee.” You had taken your jersey from last season and left it on her night stand hoping she would wear it before running out the door.

The team had been on a high the minute you had all met at the clubhouse the excitement of the last match and potentially winning the league had set you all into a buzz as you all danced around the changing rooms getting ready to go out for warmups. “Anyone special coming Skip.” You turned looking to your best friend and teammate Tegan Mallor, you couldn’t help your cheeks get all read “oh is the wife making an appearance.” You laughed “she’s not my wife yet haven’t asked haven’t been asked but yes she told me she was coming as well as her Mum and cousins plus my parents.” The girls cheered at the thought of the Lioness captain coming to watch the final match.

Walking out on to the pitch for warmups you looked over to see your parents stood on the sidelines with Amanda,Holly,Ben,Jordan and a few others of the Williamson/Baker bunch it had made your heart swell at the sight you had grown up with no siblings and so Leah’s cousins and brother had taken on that mantle, but you couldn’t help but notice Leah wasn’t here yet. Putting it down to her being late you got on with training and put your captain head on ready to win.

The first half had gone terribly, the opposition had scored twice all in the span of 10 minutes of each other and you found the girls began to lose hope, you had never been more grateful for the half time whistle grabbing your team into the changing room and trying to hype them back up “what’s going on this isn’t the bunch of girls that where dancing around this morning we have 45 minutes to do this 45 that’s plenty of time turn it around come on.” The girls had jumped up and began running back out as the second half began. You turned looking to the sidelines hoping to catch your girlfriend but instead it had been the same group you had seen at training, Holly had caught your eye and shrugged letting you know she had no idea where Leah was.

The next 45 minutes flew in and your team had managed to tie the game but with a minute to go you had found yourself screaming for a cross in at the edge of the box from Tegan. The team held their breath as you sent a scream to the top right corner before they all piled on top of you screaming as the red blew the whistle stating the match was over and you had won both the match and the league. You all stood running to your family’s on the sidelines grabbing your dad into a hug as he cried “oh peanut I’m so proud that was amazing.” You squeezed him letting go as you hugged your mum before moving to Amanda “that was incredible darling no one deserves it more.” You pulled away thanking her before hugging everyone else “where’s Le.” Everyone froze “Go celebrate we will talk after.” You sighed shoulders sagging in disappointment “she promised.” Holly squeezed your arm “I’m sorry Y/n.” You shook your head “can I take him with me.” You turned asking Jordan if you could kidnap her son to help raise the trophy wanting to move away from their pitiful stares “want to go with Auntie Y/n buddy.” The baby simply smiled raising his hands for you to take him as you thanked Jordan and walked off to get your medal. “I’m going to kill her.” Holly punched Ben in the arm before Amanda spoke “you will have to get in line.”

You had been stood in the changing room dancing with the girls when Tegan had tapped you on the shoulder showing you her phone. You felt your stomach drop as you watched your girlfriend hobbling around the pitch at meadow park wearing a Rafaelle jersey as the girls shook hands and did their lap around. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up it was so stupid.” Tegan grabbed your arm “hey it’s her fault she let you down ok you asked her to be here and she said no promised you she would ok.” You nodded turning to pack you bags just wanting to get home and change before heading to Amanda’s house for dinner.

You had arrived at Amanda’s and where currently sat on the floor playing with Jordan’s son while you laughed and talked about your summer plans when Leah had walked through the door “Hey.” You ignored her calling out in the hall as you talked about what you where bringing to Ibiza with Holly as well as possible things to do with Ben, “I’m bringing four bikinis max but my mum wants me to bring a rash vest if we are going jet skiing this year Ben after I came back the same colour as a strawberry last time.” They all laughed as Amanda grabbed Leah from the hall taking in her appearance dressed in an Arsenal jersey “you are in big trouble missy.” Amanda didn’t get to say anything else as you walked in with Jack (made up the name) resting on your hip, you stopped watching as Leah turned a smile taking over her face “Hi gorgeous.” You turned looking to Amanda “we thought we would come ask if you needed a hand with anything.” Amanda walked over taking Jack from you “no all good darling, I’ll leave you both to talk.”

You sighed turning to check the food as Leah went to grab you hand “hey what’s going on.” You shook your head “you promised.” Leah looked at you confused “what.” “You promised me you would be there, I thought you would be there, do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to tell my teammates your coming and then not show up only to see you all over instagram at Meadow park Le.” Leah shook her head “what are you talking about be where Y/n I have no idea.” You cut her off scoffing “oh my god you didn’t even remember, your telling me you didn’t care enough to remember.” Leah was getting annoyed now “what are you talking about.” You huffed not wanting to raise your voice “my match, the final match of the season where i captained my childhood club to win the league the one I asked you to come to the one you promised you would only to never show.” Leah froze “Y/n.” You shook your head “I left my jersey out for you to wear to it, I thought since you where injured you might come to just one of my matches heck even the most important one but you stood me up to go see Arsenal at Meadow park.” Leah sighed “it was Rafa’s last game.” You rolled your eyes “it was the most important match of my career.” Leah scoffed “you don’t have a football career Y/n your a teacher that’s your career not football for crying out loud your acting like I missed a World Cup final or a match at the emirates I missed a match in a field where the toilets are porta potties,the teams stand on the sidelines at half time and a bunch of wannabes pros run around so sorry I chose to go a more exciting match to support my friend in her last one for an actual professional team.” You felt tears spring to your eyes begging them not to spill over “so supporting your own girlfriend..” Leah scoffed “come on Y/n seriously I get bored watching you play at least my matches aren’t mind numbing.” You froze as Leah slowly began to realise what she had said “y/n” “ no your right, I don’t think I can do this anymore Leah.” Leah looked at you confused “do what Y/n let me explain please.” You shook your head “I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support me they way I support them it’s not fair and I’m so tired of it Leah I really am and I’m so sorry because no matter how much I love you because believe me I really do I can’t keep being the only one putting in the effort or support so I’m done.”You began to turn to walk back to the living room where you knew everyone could hear “Y/n.” You just shook your head walking into the room collecting your stuff as Leah walked in behind you “eh thank you for coming I’m so sorry I can’t stay for dinner I have eh I really have to go.” Amanda stood up not bothering to look at her daughter “Y/n.” You shook your head “it’s fine enjoy dinner I’ll see you later.” You brushed last Leah and headed straight out the front door. “Mum I.” Amanda shook her head “I don’t know who you are but you are not the girl I raised the girl I raised would have understood how important today was for her girlfriend she would have been rushing the pitch after watching her girlfriend score the winning goal, the girl I raised would have been there point blank.” Leah felt her eyes fill with tears “they won.” Holly nodded standing up “your girlfriend led a team who hadn’t won a game in ten years to wining the East Midlands league in a season and she scored the final goal.” Leah shook her head “I didn’t mean it.” Amanda laughed “I have known you long enough and so has Y/n to know that you did and you know she is insecure about not being enough for you as a human being and as someone who plays football yet you told her today right to her face that those fears where true. I’m sorry I can’t even look at you right now.”

Leah stood hopeless “Holly I…” Everyone stood up leaving the room as Leah was left to think about what she had said “oh god what have I done.”

[solaireverie]

dr3 | deep blue but you painted me golden

part three — long live all the walls we crashed through

[ series masterlist ] part 1 | part 2 | part 4

pairings: daniel ricciardo x f!leclerc!rbr driver!reader, lestappen

summary: [ social media au ] red bull's second and third drivers learn to get along, y/n wins her first grand prix, and things get... complicated

warnings: mentioned/implied sex (13+ only please) (if you're -13 get off tumblr)

faceclaim: barbara palvin + random faceless checo/max pics + pinterest

author’s note: technically max and charles aren't together yet. they're still in the friends-with-benefit-in-denial phase. oof. also the lack of gay paparazzi photos is a CRIME. enjoy!

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yourusername back home and ready for the monaco gp 🤟

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pierregasly whoever places lower has to pay for dinner?

↪ yourusername i'll hold you to it, gasly

↪ user pierre is this really a wise bet to make with red bull's current pace 😐

↪ yourusername shhh 🤫 i want free food

lorenzotl maman wants you and charles to bring arthur home before midnight

↪ arthur_leclerc why am i the only one with a curfew 😨 y/n's barely older than me

↪ yourusername formula 1 privileges 😌

↪ charles_leclerc more like maman knows you'll just sneak out like always 😶

↪ yourusername charles marc hervé perceval leclerc i know who you've been pining after for the past decade. watch your words

↪ charles_leclerc i thought we agreed not to speak about that???

Max Verstappen, Y/n Leclerc, and Daniel Ricciardo on Monaco — Oracle Red Bull Racing

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redbullracing We're ready for the Monaco Grand Prix as Y/n takes her first-ever pole position with Max locking out the front row in P2 🥳

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user literally can't wait for the race

user i wonder if y/n will be able to keep p1 🤔

↪ user i mean at least she'll have an advantage on a track like monaco 🤞

user rbr 1-2 loading...

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yourusername je ne peux pas le croire, mais c'est la réalité 💫 aujourd'hui est le plus beau jour de ma vie. merci aux fans, mon équipe, mes amis, ma famille... je n'ai pas de mots pour ma joie 🇲🇨🥇

[ i can't believe it, but it's reality 💫 today is the best day of my life. thank you to the fans, my team, my friends, my family... i don't have words to describe my joy 🇲🇨🥇 ]

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charles_leclerc notre étoile et notre championne ❤️🤍 [ our star and our champion ❤️🤍 ]

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pierregasly félicitations! mon portefeuille est prêt 🫡 [ congratulations! my wallet is ready 🫡 ]

↪ yourusername haha je veux du homard [ haha i want lobster ]

maxverstappen1 if someone else had to win at least it's you 🙄

↪ maxverstappen1 jk great job y/n! looking forward to racing you

↪ yourusername awwww tysm maxie 🥰

danielricciardo fantastic driving! guess i lost the bet 😅

↪ yourusername time to make good on your word, ricciardo. i want that falsetto to be PERFECT

↪ charles_leclerc do i want to know what's going on?

↪ yourusername daniel said that if i placed higher than max today he'd go karaoke-ing with us AND that he'd do a cover of heart attack 😇

↪ charles_leclerc oh dear...

↪ maxverstappen1 please no i don't need a repeat performance from monaco 2018

↪ danielricciardo too late, max, i'm a man of my word!

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[marrziy]

Michael Myers x Male Reader

"Pobre Michael"

• Filme: Halloween (escrevi com o de 2018 em mente)

• Gênero: terror

• Sinopse: você caiu na mira do bicho papão, e agora ele te segue na penumbra. Como a sombra que imita seus passos, ele te faz companhia e entra na sua casa, buscando por saciedade, sem saber que você não pensa e nem age como vítima.

• Palavras: 3k

3° pessoa - passado

Quatro cabeças foram encontradas em uma pracinha, fincadas do pescoço ao crânio nos postes que iluminavam as calçadas. O interior delas estava oco, com os olhos, línguas, dentes e miolos espalhados pela grama aparada do lugar bem cuidado. As lâmpadas emitiam luz através dos orifícios vazios. Uma recriação sinistra das abóboras nas calçadas das casas.

A polícia nunca esteve tão ativa quanto naquele halloween.

Pessoas diziam ter visto o assassino, a maioria de relance. Poderia ser julgado como um simples vulto, consequência da paranóia coletiva, mas a sanguinolência nos interiores da cidade anunciava que estar paranóico era algo positivo naquele 31 de outubro.

A movimentação distante talvez significasse algo.

A sua sombra, muito provavelmente, não era sua.

Não eram pequenas as chances de a silhueta que te acompanha ser, na verdade, do bicho-papão.

Apelido dado a Michael Myers pelas crianças apavoradas, que deixavam de pedir doces para correr para o colo dos pais e chorar após testemunharem ou ouvirem falar das cenas macabras que tingiam o chão e as paredes de Haddonfield.

A noite começou agitada, cheia de vampiros, múmias, fantasmas, bruxas e lobisomens de um metro e meio circulando, famintos por açúcar.

Mas durou tão pouco…

A única época do ano em que era divertido comemorar nas trevas teve seu significado obsoleto ressaltado quando o mal despertou, sedento para espalhar carnificina; terrificar os salubres e entreter os insalubres.

A notícia sobre os assassinatos chegou até você durante uma pausa no percurso do trabalho para casa. O cheiro fresco dos grãos moídos seduziu suas narinas e você não resistiu, teve que entrar no estabelecimento e pedir um expresso. O plano era relaxar nos assentos acolchoados do lugar, degustar com calma a bebida quente e sair revigorado devido à cafeína no organismo. Porém, a televisão suspensa exibia uma reportagem local, ao vivo, noticiando o crime bárbaro nas redondezas.

As imagens, mesmo que borradas, juntamente com a descrição explícita do texto da repórter, deixaram você aflito. As pessoas ao redor, sentadas paralelamente nas mesas dispostas, compartilhavam do pânico.

O clima descontraído foi esmagado pelo silêncio imediato. Só se ouvia as vozes chiadas da tv.

A presença do delegado na tela, recomendando o isolamento das pessoas em suas residências, foi o tiro de largada. A maioria se locomoveu, tomando rumo. A movimentação te influenciou. Você bebeu a metade que restava do café em um gole, ingerindo com uma careta antes de se levantar e sair da cafeteria.

Enquanto atravessava o centro, resquícios de calmaria ainda o mantinham tranquilo.

No entanto, quanto mais perto de casa, mais apressados eram seus passos e maior era a ansiedade acumulada no peito.

Mesmo em uma rua mal iluminada, longe do movimento caótico, a sensação de não estar sozinho era constante. Seu andar nervoso estava prestes a se transformar em correria.

Felizmente, era possível avistar sua morada.

Mas à distância, a sombra o seguia.

Michael viu você sozinho e sentiu-se extremamente atraído pela sua aventura solo no breu daquele lado esmarrido da cidade.

Entre as esquinas, afastado o suficiente para não ser visto, Myers o acompanhava, sendo ele a presença que você sentiu nas costas.

O puro mal condensado no corpo de um homem viu você como a vítima perfeita para o que ele considerava uma brincadeira divertida.

Largado na cama, com o rosto iluminado pelas cores vibrantes do celular, despojada era sua condição. O desconforto nos olhos era meramente aliviado graças ao abajur ligado, que mesclava a luz amarela com a luz azul da tela.

Na calçada do outro lado da rua, em frente à sua casa, Myers parecia inanimado, quase como uma extensão do pedregulho urbano onde seus pés estavam estagnados. Ele olhava para cima, captando a sua silhueta alumiada através dos buracos da máscara. A janela nua, com as cortinas arreganhadas, cotejava Michael com sua cabeça, praticamente servida numa bandeja.

No segundo andar da residência, sua mente se perdia no instigante mistério da história que lia enquanto música inundava seus ouvidos. Com o som dos fones mais alto que seus pensamentos, você deslizava a tela para cima, ritmado com a aproximação soturna do bicho-papão.

As botas pretas fizeram a madeira ranger. Michael atravessou a varanda, evitando a porta da frente. Enquanto rodeava o jardim, o rosto mascarado se refletia em cada uma das vidraças do primeiro andar.

Os passos eram firmes. A sombra queria estar ali; era sua vontade e apetite mais voraz. E, mesmo decidido, o caminhar era calmo, sem pressa, porque a força que residia naquele corpo era imparável e agia como tal.

Michael só andava para frente, indiferente às pegadas que deixava na terra úmida do quintal. Quando alguém encontrasse os vestígios, ele já teria desaparecido, deixando apenas elas de piada... inúteis e engraçadas pegadas.

Chegando nos fundos, Myers encontrou a porta que dava acesso à cozinha e girou a maçaneta.

Estava destrancada, e ele entrou.

Com a lama nas solas, o assassino carimbava a cerâmica do chão e os tapetes que surgiam pelo caminho.

O trajeto até a breve saciedade, que pausaria o roncar monstruoso sob a carcaça do bicho-papão, tardou no instante em que ele se deparou com o brilho na ponta do aço.

A faca estava ao lado do faqueiro, escanteada e meio úmida. A torneira da pia, mal torcida, pingava, e Myers se perguntava qual carne a lâmina havia fatiado. A peça o seduziu; era maior que a ensanguentada que ele carregava, e a luz da lua, atravessando a janela, banhava o utensílio, fazia-o puro e tentava Michael a profanar com o gume afiado.

Ele largou a velha companheira na mesa e rodeou os dedos calejados no cabo da nova.

Pretendia degolar você com ela.

Iria raspar a ponta nos ossinhos frágeis da sua clavícula.

Rasgaria seu intestino sem dó.

Mas, antes, precisava ver o que tinha na geladeira.

Existia uma fresta pequena, mas aberta o suficiente para acionar a luz fria que vinha de dentro. Aquela luminância não devia brilhar; era forte, contrastava com a claridade natural da lua e incomodava Michael, levando-o a questionamentos, assim como a faca lavada, antes no mármore e agora em sua posse.

Parecia errado, como se o caminho tradicional do monstro estivesse sendo apontado por setas.

O corpulento pisava sem denotar presença, marchando até a porta da geladeira, ignorando a alça e puxando-a pela borracha das bordas laterais.

O cheiro podre alastrou-se pelo cômodo.

O que Michael viu não o assustou; a imagem era conhecida, saturada na memória assassina, mas ele não ser o responsável pelo feito era novidade, quase o fez esboçar surpresa por debaixo da máscara.

A geladeira era pequena; as prateleiras não eram largas o suficiente para acomodar as seis cabeças. Elas exigiam espaço e, por isso, a porta não fechava. As que tinham olhos expressavam horror, um último semblante antes de um machado, facão ou seja lá o que for, separá-las do que algum dia foi vivo.

O sangue pingava e escorria, quase ultrapassando os limites e alcançando o chão. A luz branca que vinha do interior gelado tornou-se vermelha no instante em que uma cascata desceu do congelador e dominou todo o cenário selvagem. As luzes refletiam aquela cor hipnotizante, e o bicho-papão, tal como um inseto, sentiu-se atraído. Havia mais na parte de cima; mais daquela brutalidade existia no congelador.

Brutalidade que Michael não era dono, não assassinou, não assinou.

O verdadeiro artista espreitava logo atrás.

Fora do campo de visão do assassino, você, outro amante da morte, esgueirava-se sorrateiramente, aproximando-se com duas seringas nas mãos.

Para alcançar a região propícia do corpo à frente, você ficou na ponta dos pés e abriu os braços, tomando impulso antes de descê-los ferozmente contra a estrutura que, mesmo de costas e vulnerável, intimidava. Seus punhos encontraram os ombros de Michael e foi como um soco. Você precisou acumular forças nos pulsos para penetrar o material da máscara, que se estendia até a nuca, antes de, enfim, perfurar o pescoço.

Seus dedões alongaram-se para pressionar a base do êmbolo, impulsionando o sedativo para o organismo do ser.

Mas, mesmo veloz e cheio de adrenalina, não foi rápido o suficiente.

Quando sentiu a picada, Michael jogou o cotovelo para trás, acertando suas costelas. Ele se virou na sua direção e, como se não fosse nada, desgrudou as agulhas da carne. Ambas estavam cheias até a metade, e parte do líquido, misturado com sangue, escorria pelos furos na pele.

Myers tacou as seringas no chão e deixou a faca na mesa; ele queria te estraçalhar usando apenas as mãos.

Você nunca teve o controle, mas ele também nunca esteve tão distante.

Deu errado, e apesar da face neutra, você suava frio, engolia seco e respirava pesado, apavorado. O coração acelerado batia com tanta força que você sentia a pulsação na ponta da língua.

Quando o cérebro desparalisou e deu ordem aos membros, você só teve tempo de dar meia-volta antes de uma mão agarrar seu cabelo por trás e obrigá-lo a encarar o olhar profundo do rosto pálido.

O olhar do diabo.

Michael notou algo recíproco nas íris, mas nada que despertasse empatia; o bicho-papão era incapaz de sentir certas coisas.

Ele rodeou os dedos pelo seu pescoço, a mão tão grande que quase cobria toda a circunferência. Sem esforço, ergueu sua estrutura menor.

Você chutava o ar, desesperado por não sentir mais os pés no chão. A pressão na sua garganta inibia a ventilação dos pulmões e avermelhava a pele. — Me põe no chão… – a voz falhou, mas soou clara, pena que de nada adiantou. Suas mãos trêmulas alcançaram os pulsos de Michael, arranhando, batendo, puxando, fazendo de tudo para afastá-lo.

Você foi arremessado, suas costas colidiram contra o mármore da bancada divisória. Seus esforços foram inúteis, e doeu nos nervos constatar isso.

O estralo da musculatura ecoou, os joelhos fraquejaram e você deslizou a coluna nas gavetas brancas, pousando na cerâmica. Não houve tempo para recuperar o fôlego ou sequer sentir a dor; seus instintos berravam para que você corresse.

Mas você não conseguia ficar de pé.

Então, rastejou.

Pobrezinho.

Michael puxou você pelo tornozelo com tanta brusquidão que sua cabeça bateu no chão, produzindo um som nauseante, de prensar os sentidos e turvar a visão. Pontinhos brilhantes invadiram os globos, flutuando no ar paralelamente.

Myers afastou suas pernas com as coxas e posicionou-se em cima da sua constituição abalada, voltando a esmagar seu pescoço, usando ambas as mãos dessa vez.

Era o fim?

Não devia ser uma pergunta.

Com os lábios entreabertos, você encarava o rosto mascarado, se perguntando o porquê de ainda estar respirando.

Michael era uma parede em cima de você, te cobria facilmente e tinha as duas mãos na sua garganta; a força devia separar sua cabeça do pescoço, mas não aconteceu. Os dedos tremiam e estavam cada vez mais frouxos ao seu redor.

Seus sentidos retornavam aos poucos e, quando compreendeu o que estava acontecendo, você levou as palmas abertas ao peitoral do Myers, amenizando o impacto quando o corpo maior caiu sobre o seu.

Sua preocupação migrou da incerteza sobre ter um amanhã para como iria sair debaixo do brutamontes adormecido.

Um suspiro aliviado escapou de seus lábios trêmulos. — Feliz Halloween, Michael. – a frase subiu queimando a garganta machucada.

E na cozinha, prevaleceu o silêncio dos monstros.

Sem norte.

As pálpebras levantavam e abaixavam várias vezes, acostumando os olhos à claridade e, aos poucos, tornando a visão nítida.

As íris correspondiam à reflexividade obscura das pupilas com o máximo de perfeição que a natureza defeituosa tolerava, e, dentro daquele círculo fúnebre, habitava o ser que havia abatido o bicho-papão.

Lá estava você, agachado sobre as pernas de Michael, quase sentado em suas coxas. — O soninho tava gostoso? – olhos e boca esticados; meia-lua e gengival eram seus sorrisos.

Como esperado, além do peito subindo e descendo e da respiração audível, Myers não expressou nada. O homem sentiu os pulsos contidos por gélidas algemas, os antebraços unidos ao dorso e correntes rodeando seu abdômen, mantendo-o preso a um pilar de pedras naquele porão vasto e estranhamente organizado. Ele sequer deu chance à tentativa, conhecia a si mesmo e sabia que insistir na fuga naquelas circunstâncias seria em vão.

Mas matar você era uma certeza que Michael fantasiava.

Sua mão direita dirigiu-se aos fios secos da máscara que simulavam cabelo, puxando-a para si com força e aproximando as faces. — Tão tagarela... – você revirou os olhos e levou os joelhos ao chão, montando no colo do assassino. — Ótimo. Significa que é um bom ouvinte.

Até então, Michael acompanhava seus olhos, fisgando cada microexpressão sua, mas permitiu-se desviar e memorizar o ambiente desconhecido.

A luz branca no teto de madeira cegava; alguns insetos circulavam a claridade, os mais ousados colidiam contra a lâmpada e tinham suas antenas dobradas, semelhante aos pássaros que se chocavam contra vidraças e tinham seus pescoços frágeis quebrados no impacto.

Ao fundo, sua voz ecoava. — De que abismo você saiu? — você pensava em voz alta, tentando chegar a uma conclusão sozinho. — Circulando por aí, tão silencioso, quase invisível… o ser mais próximo de um fantasma que eu já topei. É realmente um homem? É mesmo feito de carne e osso? — você o apalpava, apertava os ombros e os braços. Seu toque migrou para o peitoral firme, e você sentiu a maciez da pele por debaixo do macacão.

À esquerda e à direita havia mais pilares, um de cada lado, e encostadas nas paredes, pilhas de caixas vazias. O piso arranhava; era basicamente cimento e brita. O lugar havia sido lavado recentemente; o chão meio úmido ligava-se ao forte cheiro de produtos de limpeza. Isso irritava o nariz de Michael; ele preferia o pútrido.

Seus dedos roçaram o pescoço de Michael, adentrando a carne sob a máscara. Ele imediatamente redirecionou o foco, voltando a encarar suas pupilas. Você riu baixinho. — Relaxa, não vou tirar sua máscara. A graça está no mistério. – você se curvou, rente à orelha coberta do assassino. — Tenho certeza que você é muito mais interessante com ela.

Você retribuiu o encarar, e sentiu-se possuído. Fitar as orbes profundas de Michael assemelhava-se a cair de um abismo infinito.

E atrás da borracha gasta, Myers também estava em queda; caía do topo da cadeia nefasta e, pela primeira vez, via-se estampando o outro lado da moeda.

Sussurrando, você revelava seu segredinho sangrento. — Viu o que eu fiz? Viu as cabeças? – suas mãos agarraram os dois lados do rosto de Michael, apertando frouxamente com os dedos trêmulos. — Digno, não é? Com certeza algo que você faria... – o sorriso alargava-se e a postura ficava cada vez mais trêmula conforme você falava. — Nesse halloween, qualquer mísera gota de sangue derramada recairá sobre o bicho-papão… Eu me segurei tanto pra não sujar as mãos antes da hora. Você ter escapado do sanatório onde definhava foi a oportunidade perfeita! – você mordia o lábio, arrepiava da cabeça aos pés e se contorcia com o frio que sentia no estômago.

A respiração abafada de Michael cessou, calou-se o único som que ele emitia.

Você grudou as pálpebras, sentindo os cílios úmidos. Encheu os pulmões e liberou o ar serenamente. — Tô empolgado, desculpa. É bom demais contar isso pra alguém, especialmente pra você! – limpou o canto dos olhos com o antebraço e arrastou o quadril para frente, em atrito com as coxas do Myers até pousar na virilha dele, acomodando-se ali. — Eu acompanhei você, refiz seus passos e estive em cada lugar que você marcou. Assisti você esfaquear, degolar, estrangular, perfurar corpos e amassar crânios, e sequer fui notado! Estou tão orgulhoso de mim mesmo.

Seus lábios chocaram-se contra a boca de borracha; você beijou brevemente a máscara com tanta intensidade que a cabeça de Michael pendeu para trás.

Quando se afastou, você revelou um semblante fechado, contrário ao vigor que demonstrara anteriormente. Saliva acumulou-se na ponta da língua e você cuspiu no rosto mascarado. — Mas eu não sou mau. Não sou igual a você. – segurando firmemente a nuca de Michael, você o puxou para si outra vez, unindo as testas. — No primeiro poste, um colega de trabalho; assediava a mim e outros funcionários da empresa. No segundo poste, minha vizinha; eu tinha um cachorro, o nome dele era Totó, e ele morreu porque a puta jogou um pedaço envenenado de bife no meu quintal. No terceiro poste, um nazista; andava por aí sem camisa, exibindo aquela tatuagem nojenta nas costas. No quarto poste, um psicopata mirim; pisou na cabeça de um gato e abriu o estômago do bichinho com um galho.

As palavras vazaram pela boca sem travas, emitidas com naturalidade. A face seguiu serena, pausa a pausa. Você contava a história por trás de cada decapitação com frieza, e naquele cenário, nada pesava; para você, um refresco tardio, para Michael, nostalgia e anseio por reprise.

Você aprendeu tanto sendo apenas a sombra do bicho-papão, nutriu curiosidade e fascínio ao ponto de precisar extrair algo dele. — O mal é um ponto de vista, e do meu, você é maligno, Michael, de um jeito que eu não consigo entender. Isso me deixa maluco. — você bufou. As pálpebras contraídas te impediram de notar Michael absorver para si o ar gasto que você expeliu. — Talvez eu seja mau também… Não pelo que eu faço, mas sim por desejar que monstros existam e que eles façam monstruosidades. — suas mãos vagavam pelo corpo de Michael, adorando-o. — Assim eu consigo sustentar uma desculpa… posso acalmar essa vontade perversa dentro de mim sem peso na consciência.

E, de repente, o silêncio incomodava.

Você engatinhou de costas sobre o corpo contido, parando rente aos pés calçados de Michael. Sentado sobre os calcanhares, você apertou o bico sólido da bota preta, não encontrando os dedos. — Mas você não tem desculpa. Você é puro mal. — você permitiu-se alucinar no olhar do diabo uma última vez antes de prosseguir. — Eu me pergunto pra onde você iria caso morresse… céu não é uma opção e creio que o inferno não aceitaria criatura como você. – e esse último olhar foi maníaco. — Porra, eu quero saber… preciso saber se seria divertido para Satã torturar Michael Myers.

Com uma mão, você retirava a bota preta de Michael, e com a outra, buscava algo no bolso traseiro da calça.

Os dedos retornaram rodeando uma ferramenta.

Um alicate.

— Infelizmente o bicho-papão não fala... mas será que ele grita?

Relevem qualquer errinho, tô com dor de cabeça 😩

[goryhorroor]

do you have the full list for horror movies condemned by the church? Thank you

so there's kinda seperate lists for it, ones condemned by the Legion of Decency, during the years of

Legion of Decency (before it was stopped in 1978):

Rosemary's Baby (because it depicts satanism)

The Devils

The Wicker Man (promotion of sexuality & violence)

Lemora, A Child's Tale of Supernatural

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (promotion of sexuality)

Carrie

The Omen (because it depicts that idea that there is an antichrist in the book of revelations)

J.D.'s Revenge

Dawn of the Dead

The Exorcist (this one is so-so because it was still banned for its profanity & sexual situation, but it's not like they hated the idea that it promoted the catholic church; no the church did not help the exorcist production)

These modern ones morally offended the Catholic Church (this list is offically complete from starting in 2003-July 2022, since OSC News took them over to do movies reviews)

28 Weeks Later

30 Days Later

The Belko Experiment

Black Swan

Brightburn

The Cabin in the Woods

Candyman (newer one)

Child's Play (remake)

The Collection & The Collector

The Crazies (remake)

Crimson Peak

The Descent

The Devil's Rejects

The Devil Inside

The Evil Dead (remake)

Final Destination 3 & 5

The entire of the Purge movies

Freaky

Friday the 13th (remake)

Friend Request

Fright Night (remake)

The Green Inferno

The Grudge (remake: 2019)

Halloween (remake: 2007) & Halloween II

Halloween (2018) & Halloween Kills

Hell Fest

High Tension

The Hills Have Eyes (remake)

Hostel & Part 2

The Hunt

It Follows

It Chapter 2

Jennifer's Body

Jigsaw (2017)

The Last House on the Left (remake)

Let me In

Ma

Malignant

Midsommar

Mother!

My Bloody Valentine (remake)

My Soul to Take

A Nightmare on Elm Street (remake)

One Missed Call (remake)

Pet Sematary (remake)

Piranha 3d

Prometheus

Ready or Not

The Ruins

All Saw movies

Scream (2022) & Scream 4

Shark Night 3D

Silent Hill

Slither

Sorority Row

Spiral

Splice

The Stepfather (remake)

The Strangers: Prey at Night

Studio 666

The Texas Chainsaw 3D

Tusk

Underworld series

Unfriended

We Summon the Darkness

Wolf Creek

X

You're Next

Zombieland 2

[dontask-idkeither]

Hold me by the heart

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.

Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?

Note: T’Challa is very heavily involved here and the overall all fic is pretty sad. This also heavy with grief and has a major Wakanda Forever spoiler, just in case you haven’t watched the movie yet.

Y/F/N means your father’s name, I couldn’t really think of a name to put for that so

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2016

Being an war-dog stationed in Austria was not how you expected to be spending your 18th and 19th years of life. After a year in the Austria, you missed everything about home. The air, the water, the people, the food, your culture, your family, your girlfriend. You were sat on the couch in the apartment that had been given to you, clicking through tv stations.

You got to the news to see that the Vienna International Center had been bombed. You sat up as you listened to the headline. When the broadcaster said that King T’Chaka of Wakanda had been assassinated, your heart stopped.

Images of the building on fire, smoke clouds darkening the sky, flashed on your screen. But they didn’t register. The only thing flooding your mind was that your King was dead. Your countries ruler was gone.

And then your mind drifted to your girlfriend, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. You hadn’t noticed your tears until heavy knocks came to your door. You wiped the tears and looked through the peephole.

There you saw two members of the Dora Milaje at his side. You immediately opened the door and they glided in.

“Ungubani” “Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N” You pulled your bottom lip down to show your war-dog tattoo to the Dora.

T’Challa walked into the apartment. You didn’t look at him for very long, as you lightly bowed your head, but the devastation was clear as day.

“My Prince.” You said as you bowed lightly. You knew very well you weren’t required to do this, it was more so to please the Dora than because of a distant relationship.

T’Challa just pulled you into a hug which you returned instantly. You stayed there for some time, trying to comfort the man you had known as an older brother for years.

He pulled away but left a hand on your shoulder “It’s time for you to come home.” You nodded and you knew the implications behind it.

You knew T’Challa wouldn’t be returning home for long, he was telling you so you could be there for Shuri.

You packed away your things as fast as possible and hurried to the Royal Talon Fighter. The flight was spent mostly in silence, you leaning on T’Challa’s shoulder as a form of comfort. He greatly appreciated it.

When you landed, you were overcome with nerves. You hadn’t been home in a year and the first time you return, is because the man you viewed as a second father was now with the ancestors.

You stood at the top of the stairs and almost went into a panic. T’Challa’s hand squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, you took a deep breath and descended down the stairs.

You saw your girlfriend and her mother standing side by side in front of the palace. Her red, teary eyes lit up when she saw you. She waited until you were some feet away from the plane before she ran into your arms.

You welcomed her and held the back of her head. The world didn’t matter as you held her, all you wanted was to ease her pain. “Thank you for coming.” She said through her tears.

“Shh, no need to thank me.” You pulled away to hold her face, her hands held your wrists. “I will always be here for you.”

2018

N’Jadaka had killed T’Challa. Right in front of your eyes. Your body and mind had gone numb. You sat in one of Wakanda’s lush forests, and for the first time the scenery of Wakanda didn’t have any effect on your sour mood.

Your heartbroken girlfriend sat between your legs, holding your knee as she cried. You had one hand massaging her scalp. Her mother sat in front of you, holding her hand and yours.

“First Baba, and now my brother. Mama we didn't even get to bury him.” You shushed her. Ramonda wiped her tears.

You wished you could be of more comfort for her, but your own pain was rendering you silent.

In a way though, the severity of your own emotion helped Shuri understand that she was not alone in this. She wouldn’t be missing her brother alone. She had her mother, and she had you.

2024

Shuri had been working around her lab trying to find a cure for her brother. You had gone some time before to say your goodbyes to T’Challa in the event he didn’t make it.

You told him how much he meant to you, as a brother, a friend, and as an overall inspiration. You told him that if he didn’t have any fight left in him, that it was ok. That you would take care of his beloved mother and baby sister, that you would protect them with your life. You told him that you would dedicate your life to protecting his honor and his memory, and to making him proud.

With a final squeeze of his hand, you left the room he was in and ran back to the lab. Over the years, Shuri had taught you a lot about technology and you were ready to offer your help in any way you could.

When you got to the lab, people were rushing out. You walked in confused. You saw Shuri standing alone at one of her tables. You walked over to her and before you could say anything, you saw Ramonda walk in.

You felt nauseous because you knew what this meant. You tried to hold it back, but a sob ripped through your chest and you turned away.

“Griot, whats my brothers heart rate?” Shuri asked, voice thick with fear.

“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”

Shuri slowly walked backwards, all the emotion hitting at once. She only heard a faint ringing in her ears and her head felt as if it would explode. Before she fell to the floor in complete agony, your arms wrapped around her weak body.

You eased her way to the floor and she held your biceps tight as she loudly cried. Seeing her in this much pain only worsened your own, you threw your head back as to not see the hurt. You bit your lip so hard you tasted hints of blood. Ramonda slowly walked over to her grieving girls.

The funeral

You still did not feel worthy to walk alongside the Royal Family through this. Despite all the assurances by Ramonda that you belonged there, and Shuri saying how badly you were needed, you still felt unworthy.

You swallowed those insecurities and walked with your head high, but face riddled with exhaustion and all the overall grief you were facing.

T’Challa’s coffin was placed on the ground and before it was lifted, Shuri placed her body over it. Ramonda went to pull her back, but you lightly put your arm in front of her. She looked at you with confusion but you knew Shuri needed this moment.

She didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her own brother, this was her own way of doing that now. After some time, you moved your arm and nodded. Ramonda lightly pulled a broken Shuri from her brother’s coffin and back to her feet.

Shuri placed her face in your neck and you placed your hand on the back of her head.

2025

After the passing of King T’Chaka, you never thought you would leave Wakanda again. Now after losing T’Challa and Ramonda, and all the death you saw in your country, you couldn’t bear to be there. You needed to be far, in order to heal.

That is how you ended up with Shuri in Haiti. You had burned your funeral garments together on the beach and began to heal together.

Right now you sat in your room, writing in your journal. Writing out every thought and feeling you had throughout the day. Shuri had gone for a walk, she felt she needed to be alone with her thoughts.

You had no clue how long you had been writing when the door to your room creaked open. You looked up with a smile to see your lover, but your smile fell when you saw the state she was in.

Her thoughts had clearly taken her down a dark path. She stood in the doorway pulling at her sleeve as she cried. You almost jumped from your chair to hold her.

She kept her arms where they were but she just cried even harder when you held her. “I’m here love. I’m here.”

To that she pulled you in even closer. “Make it stop…” she begged to no one in particular. Your heart broke even further.

You wished you could. You wished you could take all her pain away. Wished you could take all for yourself. But you couldn’t.

What you could and would do, is hold her. Hold her through it all just as you had always done.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Ciao, ho scoperto da poco Larry, ma soprattutto Louis, e, sebbene ho pochi dubbi sul fatto che stessero insieme, ne ho molti sul fatto che stiano insieme ora, e sto cercando di capire di più. Ho trovato questo tuo vecchio post:

https://www.tumblr.com/seasurfacefullofclouds1/615109398872915968/hi-im-a-larrie-but-i-think-its-really?source=share

Quando Louis ha rinnovato con Syco/Sony, in pratica è stato incastrato ma non lo sapeva? In pratica, stai dicendo che si è fidato di Simon Conwell, cosa che mi sembra difficile. E perché avrebbe accettato di fare X Factor, sempre con Simon? Non credo potessero costringerlo a fare TV, e a non fare musica...

Puoi aiutarmi a ricostruire la situazione?

Hi, I just recently discovered Larry, but especially Louis, and while I have little doubt that they were together, I have many doubts that they are together now, and I'm trying to understand more. I found this old post of yours:

When Louis renewed with Syco/Sony, he was basically set up but he didn't know it? You're basically saying that he trusted Simon Conwell, which I find difficult. And why would he have agreed to do The X Factor, again with Simon? I don't think they could force him to do TV and not make music... Can you help me reconstruct the situation?

Hi!

I wrote that post in 2020, and while most of the points are still valid, my assessment of Louis’ history has shifted a bit. For one thing, I wasn’t sure about Freddie’s parentage in 2020, but I have no doubts that Louis is Freddie’s dad. The Walls tour and FITF tour also changed a few of my perceptions, but I’ll explain.

First, the billion dollar question in the fandom is how much did Louis know, and how much choice did he have about the business of his career?

Liam and Niall were both able to sign contracts outside of Sony’s labels. Zayn signed with RCA, and Harry with Columbia— an R&B-heavy label and the prestige-Sony label, respectively, which make sense for them.

Louis signing with Syco and Simon was choosing the weakest Sony subsidiary. Even in 2017, the only commercially strong act Syco had was Little Mix. From Sony’s standpoint, it made sense to stick Louis in the Syco cage as a “manager-in-training”— with his own Triple Strings imprint, dangling the development of a “girl band” as a carrot (Did Alice Call?, which didn’t go anywhere), and allowing him to release a few singles (Just Hold On, actually released through Steve Aoki’s label, and Back To You) with the pretense of supporting his solo career.

Louis wasn’t the only person who thought Sony/ Syco/ Simon signed his contract in good faith. Sylvia Rhone, CEO of Epic Records (the Sony subsidiary representing Louis in the USA), was effusive when she signed him. Clearly, she believed that Sony would genuinely support him. She was wrong.

I think by winter 2017, the writing was on the wall. Sony wanted to make a superstar of Harry, but Louis showed that he could be legitimate industry competition. Multiple polls showed that Louis was more popular in 1D fandom compared to Harry. Louis’ music was popular. Fandom lost its mind with any new Louis interview or photoshoot. While Sony needed OT4/Larries to support Harry, the concept of “Larry” was an awkward obstacle in Harry’s solo career. “Larry” was good for social media engagement and viral gossip, but Sony needs a lot more solo Harry fans to fill butts in concert seats.

I don’t think it’s far-fetched to believe that in 2018, Louis agreed to many conditions in order to save his solo career.

For one thing, I think Louis knew his first album was never getting off the ground until Harry’s solo career was established (first tour done, second album out, awards and accolades).

I also think that after mid-2018, Louis and Harry’s communication dropped off precipitously. For me, the “Euphoria” fanfiction episode in 2019 sort of hammered the nail in the coffin. Louis was completely shocked by it, while Harry knew. Today, I don’t think they are actually in touch any more (many reasons to support this).

Louis was allegedly paid $4 million to judge X Factor 2018. That is quite a bit of money for 6 months of work! For comparison, I bet Louis didn’t make much more from Walls tour.

In 2018, Fizzy had to go to rehab for addiction in Egypt. We know that Louis probably paid for her to go. Part of the advantage of X Factor UK was that Louis could stay in London, closer to Fizzy.

As for Louis’ first interviews for Back To You and Two Of Us, both being with Dan Wootton, with both interviews focusing on 1. denying Larry, 2. reaffirming that Louis loves his son Freddie, and 3. saying Eleanor Calder “was the one” he wanted to marry, rather than his music or the process of making music, it’s pretty clear that this was a label-driven agenda. Louis looked stiff and uncomfortable answering these questions (it’s also possible that he did more than one take for these answers). Louis is remarkably pointed with eye contact in interviews, but if you watch the interviews, you’ll see the avoidance of eye contact with Wootton.

I think of Louis having to do these things (the interviews, X Factor, Walls promo dovetailed into Fine Line promo) as ways of getting to his final goal, which was to deliver his album to Syco/ Sony and fulfilling his record contract.

I think Louis also expected no promo for Walls after release. He tweeted in March 2020 that he had “nothing to promote,” merely one month after the album was out. Meanwhile, Sony promoted Fine Line for two years straight. Luckily, Sony shutting down Syco Music gave Louis an exit after Walls.

[henrykathman]

The Complete Amateur's Guide to Moomin

By popular demand, I have compiled every video in my 'Amateur's Guide to Moomin' into one convenient video, with additional footnotes, corrections, and a newly added section discussing the changes that have occurred with the Moomin series since the publishing of the original videos. Join me as I explore the series' history and its author, Tove Jansson, to discover what we can learn from this peaceful family of trolls.

Special thanks to @marsmombestmom for helping with the Swedish Translation and corrections.

Bibliography:

Augsburger Puppenkiste. Die Muminfamilie, ARD, 1959.

Boel Westin. Tove Jansson : Life, Art, Words : The Authorised Biography. London, Sort Of, 2014.

Bosworth, Mark. “Tove Jansson: Love, War and the Moomins.” BBC News, BBC, 13 Mar. 2014, bbc.com/news/magazine-26529309.

Box, Steve, et al. Moominvalley. Yle TV2 / Sky One, 25 Feb. 2019. 13 x 22 minutes.

Dębiński, Lucjan, and Maria Kossakowska. The Moomins, Episode 1-100, Se-Ma-For, 1977.

Gutsy Animation. “Moominvalley Crowdfunding Campaign.” Indiegogo, 8 Mar. 2017, indiegogo.com/projects/moomin#. Accessed 30 May 2023.

Jansson, Tove, and Elizabeth Portch. Comet in Moominland. Puffin Books, 2019.

Jansson, Tove, and Kingsley Hart. Moominpappa at Sea. Puffin Books, 2019.

Jansson, Tove, and Kingsley Hart. Moominvalley in November. Sort Of Books, 2018.

Jansson, Tove, and Thomas Warburton. Moominsummer Madness. Puffin Books, 2019.

Jansson, Tove. Finn Family Moomintroll. Translated by Elizabeth Portch, Puffin Books, 2019.

Jansson, Tove. Moomin: The Complete Tove Jansson Comic Strip. Drawn & Quarterly, 2010.

Jansson, Tove. Moominland Midwinter. Paw Prints, 2008.

Jansson, Tove. Tales from Moominvalley. Penguin Books Ltd, 2019.

Jansson, Tove. The Exploits of Moominpappa. Penguin Books Ltd, 2019.

Jansson, Tove. The Moomins and the Great Flood. Drawn & Quarterly, 2018.

Karjalainen, Tuula, and David McDuff. Tove Jansson: Work and Love. Penguin Books, 2016.

Lamppu, Eva. “Big in Japan, but Could America Love Moomin?” Reuters, Thomson Reuters, 6 Oct. 2009, reuters.com/article/us-moomins/big-in-japan-but-could-america-love-moomin-idUSTRE59501Z20091006.

Miyazaki, Akira, et al. “Tanoshii Mūmin Ikka.” Tanoshii Mūmin Ikka, season 1, episode 1-78, TV Tokyo, 1990.

“Moomin Characters as Tove's Self-Portraits.” Moomin, 15 May 2019, moomin.com/en/blog/moomin-characters-as-toves-self-portraits.

“Moomin Products in the 1950s.” Moomin, 15 May 2019, moomin.com/en/blog/moomins-in-the-1950s.

Moomintrivia. “Psychology of The Invisible Child.” Moomin Trivia, 10 June 2019, moomintrivia.tumblr.com/post/185491696931/psychology-of-the-invisible-child.

Moyle, Franny. Moominland Tales: The Life of Tove Jansson. Youtube, BBC 4, 2012, youtube.com/watch?v=tYgC0nKyF0g.

“The Story of How Moomintroll Was Born.” Moomin, 12 Jan. 2020, moomin.com/en/blog/the-story-of-how-moomintroll-was-born.

“Who Inspired Tove When Creating Moominmamma?” Moomin, 15 May 2019, moomin.com/en/blog/who-inspired-tove-when-creating-moominmamma.

“Who Inspired Tove When Creating Moominpappa?” Moomin, 15 May 2019, moomin.com/en/blog/who-inspired-tove-when-creating-moominpappa.

Yamazaki, Tadaaki. Moomin, Fuji TV, 1969.

YLE News. “Finland’s Most Expensive TV Show: New Moominvalley Series.” Yleisradio Oy, the Finnish Broadcasting Company, 25 Jan. 2019, yle.fi/a/3-10614150. Accessed 30 May 2023.

[fiercerthanyou]

GUZMAN, “Woodheads 1, Egremont MA” (2018),

Archival pigment on dyed mulberry paper, 10 x 7 inches,

Image courtesy LABspace

[bearwry]

você pediu pra mandar asks ent vamo lá heheheh separei algumas perguntinhas pra fazer a você, sobre capas e afins, aqui vai:

1. Quando você iniciou nesse mundo capista?

2. Uma capa que mais gosta?

3. Que dica faria a alguém que está iniciando nesse mundo capista?

4. Alguma dica de manipulação ou algo assim pra quem edita por celular?

5. Onde encontrar recursos? O que pesquisar?

6. Você se sente satisfeita com o seu atual estilo de edição?

Por enquanto é isso, caso tiver mais alguma curiosidade venho até aqui!!! Antes de ir, quero reforçar que particularmente adoro suas capas e edições, soa muito lindas e tem o seu jeitinho 🫶🏻

omg quanta pergunta!! obg meu bem 💗🌼

1 - eu edito desde 2016/2017, mas não eram capas de fanfic, e sim capa pro youtube, bem capengas, que eu fazia no photoscape!! acho que aí foi minha primeira experiência com design (o canal já foi apagado, mas a única informação que vou dar é que era de amor doce 🫢), cheguei até a instalar o photoshop mas nunca cheguei a usar de verdade mesmo, aprendendo os recursos e tal. e depois eu comecei a usar o app amino, e lá eu fazia blogs e capas pra blog, comecei a aprender mais sobre edição no celular, eu usava o pixellab e depois comecei a usar o ibispaint x, isso lá em 2017, e fui aprimorando em 2018/2019. ai em 2020 eu fui aprendendo a usar o photopea, pra fazer meus edits de ficha de fic interativa, e depois fui tentando fazer capa lá! por aqui eu iniciei como capista em 2022 se não me engano, num projeto de engenes, comemorando um ano de enhypen (era um projeto da cookiecomleite, se estou bem lembrada). já tinha umas capinhas minhas pelo spirit, mas poucas. aí finalmente ano passado eu tive coragem de abrir meu portifólio e postar minhas capas por aqui! vc me perguntou só quando eu iniciei e eu te dei uma timeline inteiraKKKK mas é isso, por aqui tô há um ano só, aprendendo como sempre, mas já tenho um histórico de anos.

2 - atualmente a capa que mais gosto é essa aqui! gosto da vibe dela <3

3 - acho que minha dica é: paciência! tenha paciência com você mesmo, pega leve com você, você não vai evoluir do nada. tudo tem que ser praticado, e cada um tem o seu próprio tempo nisso, não fique se cobrando o tempo inteiro, se não aquilo que você tá fazendo pra se divertir, um hobby, vai se transformar em algo bem desgastante e chato. se não gostou de uma capa sua, tá tudo bem, tenta de novo, e de novo e de novo, e se tá cansado, tá tudo bem dar um tempo pra respirar e pensar, sabe? "ah mas eu não consigo ter paciência" consegue sim, eu mesma às vezes tenho que me lembrar disso! você não tá sozinho nessa. e lembre: faça porque você gosta!

4 - eu tenho quase nada de experiência com manipulaçãodksksj é algo que quero aprender mais, sem dúvidas. mas a dica que dou é: pincéis. tente usar pincéis diferentes e específicos pra o que você quer, seja uma iluminação, sombra... (pra ibis, recomendo procurar por ibis brush no pinterest, tem vários lá) e se tá perdido, procure por tutoriais, não tenha vergonha disso, vá atrás!

5 - eu geralmente pego recursos do deviantart pra packs, uso o instagram mesmo ou mais recentemente o site kpopping pra pegar fotos de idols, e no celular eu geralmente só pego recursos do pinterest, principalmente texturas! ah, e o dafont pra pegar fonte, se não achar algo que queira, pesquisa no pinterest tbm, geralmente tem umas listinhas de fontes. tenta sempre usar palavras-chave pra o que quer, e tenta pesquisar em inglês, geralmente aparece mais. por exemplo, se quer recursos mais antigos pesquisa "vintage png pack/retro png pack" ou pincéis de giz "chalk brush", e por aí vai...

6 - pra ser sincera nunca achei que tivesse um estilo e isso me incomodava um pouco, mas ao mesmo tempo não porque sempre gostei de tentar de tudo. mas agr eu tô me apegando a fazer mais capas brincando com lembranças e nostalgia, então acho que esse seria meu estilo? não sei dizer, mas tenho ficado satisfeita sim, é um processo mais gostoso fazer capas assim, então acho que vou continuar por um tempo :)

aaah obrigada meu bem! 🫂 fico muito feliz lendo isso <3 obrigada pelas perguntas, viu? adorei responder!!

[kokinu09]

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Fanfiction

Zombie Containment [E] (complete)

Sounds like a Fantasy [M] (ongoing)

but did you hear the story [E-M] (compilation)

For The One You Love [T] (complete)

Tipsy Zombie Mash [T] (complete)

The After Mash [M] (complete)

Look to the Sky [T] (complete)

The Restraining Order [T] (complete)

Monsters [T] (ongoing)

monsters are real [T] (complete)

Toxic [T] (complete)

A Very Zom Holiday 2018 [T] (complete)

Take a Drunk Girl Home [T] (complete)

Love Spell [T] (complete)

Thin Ice [T] (ongoing)

Halfway Home [T] (complete)

Not Such a Bad Thing [M] (ongoing)

Shot in the Dark [M] (complete)

Swinging [M] (complete)

Fearless [T] (complete)

25 Days of Smut-mas [M] (complete)

Wings of Faith [T] (ongoing)

Shallow Depths [T] (ongoing)

Meet in Between [T] (ongoing)

See Right Thru Me [E] (complete)

A Walk in the Woods [T] (ongoing)

Problem [M] (ongoing)

The Alien Armada Series [T] (ongoing)

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Imagines

Zed x Addison

Alien Undress

College

Better Head ��

Engaged

Wedding

Honeymoon 🌶

[colinodonoghuebrasil]

COBR | Entrevista The Washington Post

Nesse primeiro final de semana do mês de setembro, concedemos uma entrevista ao jornal The Washington Post sobre o banimento do X/Twitter no Brasil e como isso afeta a comunidade de fan accounts.

Quem conversou com a jornalista Samantha Chery foi a adm Lexie, que atualmente mora na Califórnia e estuda roteiro e produção - muito inspirada por Once Upon a Time, inclusive.

Em termos políticos sobre essa temática, gostaríamos de posicionar favoráveis a decisão de banimento. Por mais que nos doa perder a rede social que carrega 11 anos de história do COBR, também temos que valorizar e defender as normas e leis de nosso próprio país. Estar em uma fã-base não significa perdemos nossos valores. Esperamos que a situação se regularize em breve, mas, enquanto isso, estaremos no Instagram e no Bluesky. Agradecemos por todo apoio e carinho, vocês são incríveis!

Vocês podem conferir a publicação na íntegra CLICANDO AQUI, mas também acompanhar a tradução da nossa parte da matéria:

Stan accounts fora do Brasil também permitiram que comunidades muito unidas florescessem em torno de interesses hiper-específicos e figuras menos proeminentes, disse Lexie Albuquerque, 28 anos, formada em roteiro e produção de TV em Los Angeles, que ajuda a administrar a página de fãs no Brasil do ator de “Once Upon a Time”, Colin O’Donoghue.

Quando Albuquerque veio para os Estados Unidos para cursar a faculdade, ela disse que dependia das páginas para se manter conectada à cultura brasileira mais amplamente, acompanhando o que as pessoas estavam ouvindo, os últimos reality shows pelos quais todos estavam obcecados, memes e piadas.

Enquanto assistia ao drama da ABC no ensino médio e na faculdade, ela fez amizade com suas atuais coadministradoras [da página COBR] e, eventualmente, com aquelas que administravam outras páginas de fãs brasileiros para outros personagens da série. Quando adolescente, ela começou a escrever roteiros especulativos e fan fictions baseadas em “Once Upon a Time”, que eram formatados como episódios. As administradoras chegaram a receber mensagens de agradecimento de O’Donoghue e de seus familiares.

Embora a série tenha terminado em 2018, as amizades continuam vivas nos grupos, e a conexão com O’Donoghue permanece quando elas atualizam a página com seus outros projetos.

Enquanto as pessoas estão mudando para a Bluesky, Albuquerque tem relutado, esperando que a X reconheça o poder das contas de fãs brasileiros e mude de rumo em breve.

“O Brasil é uma parte muito importante do Twitter”, disse ela. “Como todo mundo viu, todas as contas de fãs estão se revelando brasileiras.”

[iuriinacio]

Post Especial: 9 Anos de História!

Esse post eu irei contar a vocês como eu cheguei aqui no Tumblr falando de Os Sem-Floresta (Over The Hedge) e 100% Wolf, então vamos começar.

Primórdios

FNAF Fandom (2015-2017)

Eu já contei isso em um post anterior, mas irei explicar resumidamente aqui pra quem chegou agora, antes de eu criar meu Twitter/X e Tumblr eu acompanhava muito a fandom de FNAF desde de teorias até animações feitas por fãs, foi nessa fandom que conheci jogos como Half Life, Team Fortress 2 e o próprio Garry's Mods que é um sandbox, mas porque abandonei essa comunidade? A resposta é simples, em meados de 2017 o FNAF Fandom começou a perder hype num nível que ficasse praticamente "fantasma" então com isso decidi deixar a comunidade, apesar de ser grato a ela.

Fase Teste ou Anônima (2018-2021)

Comunidade OTH (2018-Atual)

Após o FNAF Fandom, decidi buscar outra comunidade para eu acompanhar, então nesse meio período eu fui buscar alguns desenhos que eu já tinha assistido de infância e era vários, até que no momento eu encontrei o filme Os Sem-Floresta (Over The Hedge) e desde então decidi acompanhar a comunidade do filme, no início eu só assistia o filme, mas depois fui entrando a fundo nas teorias e nas fanarts. Como havia falado em um post anterior, em 2019 eu costumava usar algumas cenas do filme pra fazer algumas edições estilo "YTP", mas como falei uma vez, nessa fase eu ainda não tinha intenção de criar um Twitter/X ou Tumblr, então as edições que eu tinha feito acabou se perdendo com o tempo, o app que tinha usado era o Kinemaster.

Em 2020 veio a terrível pandemia da Covid-19 e todo mundo ficou em casa, foi nesse periodo que comecei a pesquisar sobre Os Sem-Floresta (Over The Hedge) quase todo dia, já que o pessoal nesse época começou a falar do filme, inclusive teve até um vídeo de iceberg do filme na época. Eu sempre via as artes do filme lá no DeviantArt, mas uma eu vi e disse "Essa é bem fiel ao filme" que foi essa arte aqui:

RJ x Heather #1: A Summer Rest [Over The Hedge] (2020), by @cj33333

Feita pelo CJ33333, foi uma das que eu mais gostei na época e até hoje curto, pois lembra muito a estética do filme e a arte ainda está no ar para quem quiser conferir no DeviantArt. Antes de fechar esse tópico e ir para o próximo, nesse periodo também eu tinha feito um curta em stopmotion, mas isso irei contar em um outro post explicando detalhadamente como fiz esse curta.

Fase Piloto: Criação do Meu Twitter/X e Como Iria Falar Algo Sobre Os Sem-Floresta [Over The Hedge] (2021-2023)

Em Julho de 2021 eu havia criado meu Twitter/X que até hoje está no ar, mas porém eu não sabia por onde eu iria começar se era por assuntos aleatórios ou twittar com comentário, até que em novembro de 2021 eu decidi fazer twitter com comentários, mas alguns tem dúvidas, do porque ainda não falava da comunidade OTH, a resposta é simples, como já sabia da natureza do Twitter/X eu não queria que alguém me cancela-se por qualquer motivo, então não decidi falar sobre a Comunidade OTH naquele momento.

Em novembro de 2022 eu decidir fazer um teste para comentar na comunidade OTH, eu havia publicado um esboço do filme que não estava disponível na internet até então que era esse aqui:

Stanley (Pseudônimo Tiger) x Stella

Você deve pensar, há esse esboço já estava disponível na internet, mas porém na época era apenas a versão rascunho ou preto e branco do esboço, a colorida estava "perdida", então publiquei esse esboço e não esperaria que algumas pessoas estavam a procura da versão colorida, com isso, eu tive uma ideia na época, eu posso comentar sobre o desenvolvimento do filme, desde então eu adotei essa temática de curiosidades, na mesma época eu havia criado meu blog no Tumblr mas no começo ainda não postava nada aqui, vou falar agora no tópico final.

Fase Final: Migração Para o Tumblr e Diversificando Conteúdo Para Outras Comunidades (2023-Atual)

E por último, depois que o Twitter/X deixou de ser minha ferramenta principal para postar coisas da comunidade OTH em maio de 2023, eu decidi migrar para o Tumblr e continuar com o legado aqui, no início eu achava complicado já que o algoritmo do Tumblr é muito diferente do Twitter/X, mas depois eu peguei o ritmo e hoje acho o Tumblr muito melhor que o Twitter em questão de algoritmo, foi com o Tumblr que eu aprendi como se faz um conteúdo.

Nesse ano de 2024, depois que a comunidade OTH deu uma freiada, eu decidi ir para outras comunidades diferentes conhecer mais um pouco e o 100% Wolf foi a que escolhi como meu braço direito (que ainda pretendo assistir o filme e comentar meu veredito final) e agora Patrulha Canina que esse ainda está em fase de testes.

Bom, foi uma longa história, mas porém eu decidi escrever isso, pois já fazem 9 anos que acompanho fandons começando do FNAF até Os Sem-Floresta (Over The Hedge), 100% Wolf e outras comunidades.

Obrigado pela leitura.