very picturesque

PLACES BEHIND THE FACES

Some brief but interesting background info about the cites where the following English models come from, as knowledge is also beautiful…

Doncaster is in Yorkshire, an was founded about 1,900 years ago, beside a Roman fort. Candy factories opened in the 1800s, an a castle is nearby. In fact the famous chocolate biscuit-bar Kit-Kat was invented locally.

London is the capital of the United Kingdom, as was founded in 43 A.D as an international trading city - which it still is today, 2000 years later. It became the capital of England after the anglo-saxons reclaimed it in 927.

Kent is a county founded by the Jute anglo-saxon tribe and the Cantuci - a Celtic tribe from over 3000 years ago. Queen Anne Boleyn was born here. Kent is known as the garden county an has castle an a major seaport. Link

Liverpool was the worlds first truly international city, as its docks catered for global shipping on a grand scale. The Beatles pop-band originated here as did other bands. Two premiership football clubs are based here.

Sheffield is where modern steel production was founded in the 1800s, with stainless steel being invented here in 1771. Silverware is still made here. In this city originated famous bands like the Human League an Def Leppard.

Bath is a quaint city, which was named after a volcanic spring that was harnessed into a giant public bath house in 60 AD by the Roman empire. This city is considered very picturesque with quaint buildings an streets.

Essex was founded by the eastern Saxons over 1600 years ago. It is the home of Fords European research center, an the band Depeche Mode. The county has a modern city feel to it in the west an countryside to the east.

The “Newcastle” part of the hometown derives from it being the location of a ‘new castle’ in the 12th century. The “Lyme” section refers to the Forest of Lyme that covered the area with lime trees in the medieval period.

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anonymous asked:

release the accidentally selling your souls to a demon story

So my birthday is only two days before Halloween. 

The day after I turned 13, I had my birthday party, which just consisted of my two friends sleeping over. It was a pretty average night, we just ate pizza, made some weird videos and watched movies. Everything was fine. 

Morning time comes- and we’re all pretty Buzzed. It’s Halloween, I was officially a teenager, we had some cool costumes planned, we were all very hyper and giggly that morning. We didn’t want our party to end yet so with some calls home, the girls were set to hang out at my place for pretty much the rest of the day- but we then realized we didn’t have anything to do. My mom had to go to Target for some reason or another, and told us if we went with her, she’d buy ‘any movie you want’ for us to watch. So we went. 

Now, firstly- anyone who’s ever been inside a Target knows it’s Not A Real Place. Secondly, the veil is always thinner on Halloween (facts) so this Target had suddenly become…Super Weird. Like, brighter and hazier than normal, and it’s like 9 in the morning and we’re roaming the empty and seemingly abandoned aisles in our pajamas. It just felt like one wrong step and you’d find yourself in another dimension, really intensely. 

We get to the movie aisle and start looking around. Now, at the time, I was the only one of my friends who actually liked horror movies- Raychel loves them now but she was the BIGGEST WIMP when we were kids, and Angie was just Very Quiet And Easy To Startle- but, like, Halloween. Teenager. The girls were surprisingly down for getting a horror movie, which in itself might have been a Warning Sign, but hey, I was stoked about it. We were going through some classic titles but nothing was really jumping out at us- until we see a dvd case, not even on the shelves, it was lying on the floor half shoved under a discarded shirt. The cover was pure white with a clown face laughing out at us. The title card read “Stephen King’s IT”. 

None of us had seen it before- but we had heard about it. It was one of those movies that the adults™ always got weird about, like Chuckie the Killer Doll or the Exorcist. Like it was something that actually scared them. So, like, we knew we totally had to get it. 

My mom tried to put up a small fight with “you’re only supposed to be getting into PG13 not R” (lmao as if this woman has ever given a flying fuck with restrictions I watched so much age inappropriate stuff starting at like age 4) but she quit pretty quickly. The entire ride home was met with “Okay I never watched the full version but it is a Very Scary Story so you’ve been warned!! Don’t start complaining when you’re scared!!!” stuff like that, you know. So we get home, pop some corn, get some hot chocolate, and jump in front of the tv and turn it on. 

So like…firstly, I think we all know by now that the original movie (or miniseries, whatever) isn’t actually That Scary. Secondly, I’m a fucking gem to watch movies with because I make a lot of jokes and laugh at the characters actions. And thirdly, it’s like thirty hours long. So we were all having the time of our damn lives here. Like, there were definitely parts that did scare us (Raychel had trouble with Bev’s bathroom scene. Angie hated the part at the sewers with Ben. Personally, I got freaked out by Eddie’s shower scene and sometimes I still find myself covering the drain with my feet just in case lol. And the blood balloons and the restaurant scene got to us too), but we were still all having a total blast. Watching this movie for the first time is still like a prime happy memory! But, you know, things come to an end. The movie was over, Raychel got picked up and Angie had to head home too (we were meeting up after dinner for trick or treating). I decided to walk Angie home since it wasn’t that far. 

The Veil Still Felt Thin. 

On the walk we kept talking about the movie, and made a point to not walk close to any sewer grates. Our small PA town bore enough of a resemblance to Derry for Angie’s comfort. But it was a nice day, you know? It was late afternoon, birds were chirping, sun was shinning, leaves were blowing everywhere, cars are honking hello at us, front doors were open and little kids could be heard excitedly yelling about their costumes. It was a day that struck me as very picturesque. We eventually got to the place where she could just shortcut through someone’s backyard, so we said ‘see you later’ and suddenly I found myself all alone. 

As quick as a snap, it’s suddenly dead silent

And I don’t mean “oh, someone closed their door and we can’t hear the kids any more” like seriously. It was unnaturally silent. No talk, no birds, no wind, no cars. The street was deserted. I couldn’t even hear myself breathing. I thought I had gone deaf at first! It was getting darker, only it was like an hour before that was supposed to happen and there weren’t any clouds near the sun. The air felt burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I felt like a million eyes were watching me, except I was alone on a dark empty street, all the doors closed, all the curtains pulled shut. There wasn’t even so much as a squirrel or bunny running bye. I thought about calling out to Angie to see if she was still in the back yard, to see if she noticed anything, but the bushes weren’t rustling or moving at all. She wasn’t there. I was 100% alone. 

I start hearing a quiet, deep, throaty chuckling. 

I had been standing still in the same spot from where I watched my friend disappear through the bushes. At the sound, I slowly turned around. 

I was standing directly across from a fucking sewer.

It was too dark to see into it, and yes, I was 100% expecting that fucking clown face. But it was too dark. I couldn’t see anything. I still couldn’t hear myself breathing. All I could hear was this terrifying chuckle going on and on. I felt like if I moved something would pounce on me, like I was a rabbit playing statue. 

Now, I’ve mentioned on here before that I was That Asshole Kid who kept having weird paranormal experiences, and this was a lot more intense than I was used to. Like, shit, I’d had panic attacks over way less than this. I literally thought I was about to die.

And then…something in me kind of snapped. 

I don’t know what, exactly- if I was just tired of always being scared by this crap, or if it was some newfound teenage attitude, or just a primal urge of ‘hey I don’t wanna die’, or if the laughter just ignited something in me, but I just…snapped. 

I looked directly into the pitch dark in that sewer, and I said, loudly, over the still ongoing laughter, and more confident than I’ve ever felt in my life, “No. I am absolutely not doing this right now. You don’t actually need to screw with me, you’re doing this for what, fun? Attention? Find it somewhere else. I am not dying right after my thirteenth birthday.” The laughter got louder at that, more obnoxious. It just pissed me off even more. I made myself step off the sidewalk, and got to the middle of the street, still staring into the pitch black sewer and hoped I was making some intimidating eye contact. “What do I need to do for you to leave me the hell alone? You want my soul, or something? You want me to just pledge alliance to you or some bullshit? I will! All Hail This Creep, or whatever you go by! I’ll do what you want if you leave me alone!” 

And…the creepy laughter trailed off for a moment at that. Back to full, unnatural silence for a minute or so, before the disembodied voice let out an intrigued sounding, “Hmm.”

Next thing I know, the sky’s back a full, bright light that’s making me blink back stars from the sudden change, the wind’s blowing all over the place, and I jumped out of the middle of the street to narrowly avoid getting hit by a car that hadn’t been there a literal second ago. I still felt a little watched, but not as intensely as before. Everything seemed to be completely back to normal. I went back home (constantly glancing over my shoulder) and went on with the rest of the day. Went on with the rest of my life.

But, uh…sometimes this whole scene just comes back to me, and I can’t help but wonder about it. 

The Boys + Sleepovers

Situation- Your apartment has no power, so the boys offer to let you spend the night until its back on in the morning

Relationship Status- Newly established

Leo

  • Haha, stressed? Him? No way
  • #completelystressed
  • His panic is subtle, but obvious to his family.
  • He’s strolling through the lair calmly but in his head its just is everything clean? Is there underwear anywhere? Do they have food you like?? Is the bathroom clean???
  • When you show up with a bag over your shoulder he’s a complete gentleturtle, hangs up your coat, puts your bag in his room
  • You can see his stress though, you play no games
  • Touching is still a little new to you both so when you link your arm in his he tenses a little because he’s like what do I do
  • Don’t worry, he gets over it after a minute
  • Leo and yourself join the rest of the family in the living room to watch a marathon of horror movies
  • You drape your legs over his lap the whole time
  • His hand is very warm on your knee
  • You almost fall asleep a time or two, its so soothing
  • He still lowkey freaking out over everything
  • When the movies are finally over you start making you bed on the couch, but Leo sees its and is just like nope and grabs all the blankets and takes them to his room
  • He starts to make a bed on the floor next to his own bed
  • Is horrified when you start to settle down in the one on the floor
  • “You’re the guest you get the bed”
  • You convince him to share the bed with you, but as soon as you’re asleep enough he slips back onto the bed on the floor
  • You wake up sometime before him and roll onto the floor with him
  • He wakes up to you all in his space, nose to nose
  • He pretends annoyance
  • He’s actually so pleased
  • 10/10 will never forget

Raph

  • If you thought Leo was stressed you haven’t seen anything
  • While Leo was mentally stressed Raph is physically stressed
  • Literally
  • He’s running into tables, walls, dropping things, tripping over his own feet
  • His brothers ask if he’s okay but I mean dude do I look okay
  • When you finally arrive he’s not even there because he went to take a run topside to cool off
  • By the time he gets back you’ve been sucked into some movies with Mikey, all the while bundled up in one of his blankets
  • He’s so quiet you don’t even notice him at first, so sucked into the movie
  • But when you do you can’t help but smile
  • You haul yourself off the couch and over to his sides to give him a one armed hug (the other holding the blanket)
  • He momentarily freaks out because holy shit what if I smell
  • He gets his act together and chills out tho
  • Is lowkey confused when you give him your spot
  • Is no longer confused when you plop into his lap and wrap his arms around you
  • He doesn’t protest
  • You end up falling asleep on him (you wouldn’t think plastrons were comfortable but man)
  • He refuses to even move, just in case it wakes you
  • Because of this he ends up falling asleep on the couch too
  • He wakes up with hair in his face and Mikey taking pictures
  • Que a very sleepy and confused you trailing after a raging ninja turtle trying to calm him down
  • “Babe you can’t murder him he’s related”

Mikey

  • So goddamn excited
  • Like yeah its bad your apartment has no power buT YOURE SPENDING THE NIGHT
  • He is so prepared
  • I mean popcorn, candy, chips, pizza, soda, hot chocolate, blankets, movies, pillows, chairs to make a pillow fort…
  • Literally has everything
  • Where did he find all this stuff you’ll never know
  • His brothers hate him because he won’t. Shut. Up.
  • You show up and immediately he’s tossed at your feet
  • You can’t even ask what he did before you’re being dragged away for movies
  • The first thing he does after you get comfortable watching the movie is snuggle into your thighs, arms wrapped around you
  • He actually falls asleep on you
  • You don’t move for the rest of the might
  • Eventually you make him get up though (four sodas does that to a human)
  • He’s still half asleep when you get back, so with a lot of determination you mange to usher the sleepy bara back to his room
  • The door hardly closes before he has an arm looped around you and is falling to the bed
  • You fall asleep quicker than you thought you would with him wrapped around you
  • He wakes you up with breakfast in bed because he’s just like that

Donnie

  • Is the calmest of all of the bros
  • But only because he rationalizes
  • He’s very logical after all
  • But don’t take his nonchalance for neglect oh no
  • This boy has been plotting and planning all day, prepping his room, gathering junk food (as well as some healthy snacks)
  • He doesn’t come out to greet you when you show up because he’s been setting the evening up
  • You both decide to join the bros for a random action film
  • You’re tucked under his arm with legs crossed over his lap
  • His fingers tap random rhythms on you shoulder and leg as the night wears on
  • The movie finally ends and he takes you back to his room
  • This nerd
  • He’s managed to set his computer screens up to mimic the stars
  • You are obviously super pleased
  • You both end up staying up super late watching the fake stars and talking to one another
  • When you fall asleep its in the middle of a conversation
  • You two don’t outright cuddle but your hands are connected when you two wake up
  • He actually moves closer to you when he wakes up first
  • You are very happy with the lengthy turtle spooning you when you wake up
  • It becomes a common occurrence
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Dog Interrupts Orchestra 

Dog walks out on stage and settles in during live orchestra performance.The Vienna Chamber Orchestra was in the middle of performing Mendelssohn’s ‘Italian’ Symphony No.4, in the very picturesque ancient city of Ephesus in Turkey, when someone’s pet dog decided to join the party.The fluffy labrador had a sniff around the strings section for a bit, and eventually decided to make a base at the leader of the first violins’ feet.

anonymous asked:

I went to Loch Lubnaig this summer! Definitely a very romantic, picturesque spot. There's a very scenic route through the Trossachs National Park, literally the most perfect one-day road trip if you're staying in Glasgow. Seems like a typical Roland x Mary date :)

I’m going to cry 

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Fall running in MN is very picturesque and there are lots of trails near my house to enjoy the spectacle. This morning we ran 6.2 at Baker Park (a single loop) and managed to avoid the bow hunters.

Also, Scout says hello.

anonymous asked:

Why does Victor hate being a goalkeeper?

He hated it as a kid because of the loneliness and being it the most obvious scapegoat for losses. I don’t think he actively dislikes it anymore, but what he’s said over the years - notably, this really good interview from 2014 - gives me the strong impression that he still sees goalkeeping as a isolated, unforgiving, mentally excruciating job.

“Our philosophy is to have the ball so the opposition don’t shoot often but I can assure you it’s not easy. At times, you’re in bits. Mentally it’s exhausting. I’ve finished games where I’ve hardly touched the ball yet I’ve got to the dressing room dead. You think: why? Because psychologically you’re completely immersed and that can be more tiring than physical exertion. […]

Everything’s analysed to the last centimetre and if you can’t isolate yourself from that, it can affect you. The entorno is vulnerable and marks the dynamic of the club; one day you’re up here, the next down here. You think ‘what happened?’ Barcelona is ‘more than a club’ for a lot of reasons and that’s one of them.“

In other bittersweet news…watch this fan tribute video of him!

Prince!Youngjae AU (Part 1)

A/N - Here’s the first part to my new Youngjae series! Writing this is going to be so fun and I really hope you all like reading it as much as I have liked planning it for you~ As I said in the preview I posted yesterday, updates should be fairly regular. Anyway, here it is!

Preview | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

(Y/N) brought her sword down, one hand wiping away the sweat on her brow. She had been training all morning before her duties as new bodyguard to the prince started. She wasn’t overly fond of the man but wanted to make the most of her new position since it might help her reach her goals of becoming captain of the royal guard. Walking through the halls of the palace, she wondered how the prince would treat her. She knew he was nice enough but didn’t know too much about what he was like behind closed doors. Curiosity filled her mind as she reached his room and knocked on the large wooden door. 
“Yes?”
“It’s (Y/N), your highness. I’m your new bodyguard.” There was no reply but footsteps could be heard reaching closer to the door. Youngjae pulled it open, a loud squeaking noise coming from the hinges. 
“Hello, (Y/N). Do come in. I plan to walk around the grounds later but for now I’m just doing some things in here.”

She walked into the intricately decorated room and looked around, taking in even the small details. Youngjae sat on a chair, returning to some form of paperwork on his desk. Glancing over his shoulder, you saw it was some business the king had assigned for him, most likely to help prepare Youngjae for when he would be king. 
“Your father got you doing his work for him?”
“Yes, he thinks it’s time I took a more active role in his court,” Youngjae chuckled. 
“And you don’t?”
“Well, it’s not exactly exciting is it. I’m sure you’ve sat through some of his briefings before. I want to avoid that for as long as I can.”
“It might not be exciting but I’m afraid you have no choice, your highness. Since your sisters have married other princes, you’re the only one left who can become king. Well, there are others but you’re the only direct heir to the throne.”
“Yes, I know. You’re beginning to sound like my mother there. And please, just call me Youngjae not ‘your highness’.”
“Alright then, Youngjae.”

Later on, the two walked through the grounds of the palace, taking in the scenery. It was very picturesque and often (Y/N) would have to pinch herself to remind her that the beauty of the grounds was real and not actually a dream. 
“Youngjae, I know you find royalty and the paperwork boring, but do you really have no interest in your country and the troubles it is facing?”
“I do care about the country, I just don’t wish to rule it. Being king isn’t something I feel I’d be good at. I’d much prefer to just be a regular person and not some authoritative figure.”
“But think of the power you would have! You can help this country and guide it to becoming more peaceful with the world.”
“More peaceful?”
“Yes, do you not know we’re at risk of war? Tensions have been high for some time and recently, leaders of other countries seem to be in a state of dislike with us. More and more rebel groups have been rising too. Did you really not know anything about that?”
“No. I told you, I find my father’s briefings boring and even when I do go, I tend to fall asleep from boredom.”
“I can’t believe that. A prince who doesn’t know anything about what’s happening outside of his palace walls! Youngjae, you really need to sort out your priorities a bit. You should at least know some of this stuff.”
“Why do you care so much? It’s my life and I will do with it what I like.”
“Yes, it is your choice,” she shrugged. “You can continue with your sheltered life, or you can become someone who matters. Who actually does things.”
“Are you saying I don’t matter?”
“Well, as a person you do. But your soul? Not really. In the end, the ones who do good and use their power and ability to better the world are the ones who truly matter. And I strongly suggest you become one of them. Now, I have to leave to speak with your father. He requested I talk to him about my new role as your bodyguard. I shall see you later, Youngjae.” She bowed gracefully and left Youngjae standing there, completely speechless. 

Her words rang in his head, ‘you can become someone who matters.’ He had never been spoken to like that. Anyone who mentioned his neglect for his position in the court would just drop the subject as soon as he said he didn’t care. No one had ever dared to imply that his life was worthless or not fulfilled. No one but her. And while he hated her for it, he also felt something else. Something besides contempt. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was having one hell of an effect on him. Youngjae wanted to take on her words and do something more than just admire the flowers in the gardens. He wanted to work harder. And maybe it was so he could impress her…

Eruri Fic: Still

Erwin focuses all his considerable will on controlling his breath and remaining as still as humanly possible; not easy when his heart is hammering and his chest heaving. He’s kneeling on the bed, sitting back on his heels; Levi is lying in front of him, completely still and utterly spent. The sight is breathtaking and Erwin is aware that a single sound, a single movement, will break the spell and Levi will snap back to his senses. Moments like these are rare and precious and Erwin treasures them.

Levi is sprawled across the bed, legs spread, arms thrown wide. One hand is draped over the edge of the bed, the other curled loosely around the bedpost, grip slackening, colour returning to white knuckles. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, a purple mark blooming low on his throat where Erwin has bitten down a little too hard. There are marks on his upper arms too; small, distinct bruises that correspond to Erwin’s fingers. Erwin had been horrified the first time he inadvertently marked Levi. He is scarred enough already and it had pained Erwin inexpressibly to add another mark to his skin. Not that Levi had cared. He’d simply adjusted his cravat to cover the bruise while Erwin stood behind him apologizing anxiously, consumed by guilt.

“Fuck it Erwin,” Levi had drawled, hitching the scarf into place in front of the mirror, "it’s no big deal.”

“Besides,” he continued, turning to face him, "I like it. Gives me something to remember you by if you get eaten by a fucking titan.”

If Levi wants to remember him by the marks on his skin that’s just fine, but this is how Erwin wants to remember Levi. It still fills him with awe to see Levi breaking down under his touch, to hear him whining his name through clenched teeth, until he is begging and pleading, to please, please Erwin, please just fuck me. The image is so completely at odds with the facade that Levi presents to the world that Erwin never ceases to marvel. The pristine and enigmatic Captain Levi, a man who never lets his guard down, who holds the world at arm’s length with his fierce scowl and sharp tongue. Yet here he is, lying in a pile of stained, crumpled sheets, damp hair plastered across his brow, cum pooling on the flat plain of his stomach and smeared across his lips where Erwin had pressed his hand to his mouth. Erwin is never quite sure why Levi chose to follow him, to give his all to him. He certainly does not feel worthy, and the weight of Levi’s trust weights heavily on him, but it’s a burden he guards jealously and would not share. These precious moments of stillness are few and far between and Erwin drinks in the sight of Levi; spent, vulnerable and utterly uncaring. But he knows it will not last, knows that in a moment Levi will stir, and then he will be up wiping himself clean, straightening the covers and itching to change the sheets.

Right on cue, one heavy lid slides open. “Enjoying the view?”

“Yes. It’s very picturesque.”

“Picturesque? What the fuck are you talking about?” Levi stretches lazily, eyes still closed, flexing his muscles against the bedstead.

And because he can’t help himself, Erwin adds, “You’re beautiful Levi.”

“And you’re full of shit.”

Levi is clearly back to his senses now, though both eyes are still closed, cheeks still flushed.

“I mean it Levi.”

Something in his tone makes Levi open his eyes and gaze up at him curiously.

Erwin reaches forward and runs his thumb over Levi’s lips, still wet and sticky with cum. Levi tilts his cheek against his palm, dark hooded lids drifting closed again.

“I could watch you like this all day Levi. Look at you, you’re a mess.”

Before he has time to react, Levi’s foot is on chest, pushing him backwards until he falls flat on his back, the air leaving his lungs in a sharp huff of laughter and surprise. Then Levi is on top of him, fingers digging into his wrists, pinning his hands beside his head, thighs gripping his ribs so tightly his breath comes in short gasps of laughter. Levi is bending over him, dark hair falling forward around his face, fierce scowl tempered by the wicked smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You’re such a push over Erwin.”

“What can I say?” Erwin smiles, he knows exactly how to get a rise out of Levi. “I’m a sucker for a pretty face.”

“Sucker?” Levi leans in and growls low in his ear, “You’d better fucking prove it then.”

Erwin really has no choice but to comply.

there’s a very picturesque turmoil
of being surrounded by all green
in all hues
and suddenly you’re falling
away from the green
away from the ground
that your feet were planted in
falling faster than green
no, now it is yellow
maybe some violet
but no more green
and you cry out with your arms
reaching up to the golden
clouds high above
but they are not here to listen
and there is no more green”

- Miriam K, green

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Blog - 2/20/2017: Home 


I grew up in rural Oregon, in a town of under 5,000. My graduating class in high school was around 125 students, most of whom I had known since kindergarten. I never was really inspired by the immediate area around where I spent my childhood, and I didn’t start to pursue photography until after I had moved away for college - meaning that while I’ve explored this town and the mountains surrounding it from top to bottom during my time growing up here, I’ve never done it with a camera in hand. I never felt the need to document this place, because I didn’t find it beautiful - I’d always wished we grew up somewhere warmer, preferably on the beach - something I grew out of with time.

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The Littlest Kingsman [ 1 ]

Merlin & Child!Reader (with Harry and Eggsy)

[ Part 1 - 2 ]

Words: 1,261

Warnings: None ! Just fluffy flufferson!

A/N: Hi everyone!
So I finally plucked up the courage to post this story on Tumblr! I’d written it when the first movie came out and posted it on DA, but it’s since been on hiatus! After watching the latest movie, however, I was an emotional wreck! I plan to continue the series to deal with this massive resurgence of Kingsman feels!

This fic is a bit AU, set after Kingsman TSS but with Harry alive and well as the new Arthur! I do intend to incorporate TGC into future chapters tho!

I hope you all like it! Please let me know what you think! Without further ado, enjoy! \ (^ u ^) /

Originally posted by taroneggsy-ton

Being Kingsman was nothing short of being a hero.

 The agents had dedicated their very existence to the task of keeping the evils of the world at bay - rarely sparing a moment for rest in the fear of losing momentum. They would traverse the flames of hell day in and day out (on their well polished oxfords, of course) to afford the world the luxury of ignorance.

Never thanked. Never acknowledged.

But for them, to see those they loved safe and sound was reward enough.

You see, each of them had something they fought for. Something that spurred them to stand after a bullet-wound to the shoulder and/or a stab wound to the leg.

For most of them, it was their families: their spouses and children. For Eggsy Unwin, it was his mother his precious little sister, Daisy - and quite recently - his girlfriend, Tilde.

And for Merlin and Harry Hart, their motivation came in the form of a little six-year-old girl named (Name), whose first meeting with Eggsy is the beginning of our tale.

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para-dig-m  asked:

i know this is character talk time.... but I would really love to hear more about your thoughts on the joe wright p&p adaption.

I think Wright’s adaptation is a superb one.

Joe Wright is always so skilled as subtlety : with true insight, he manages to express on screen, and without words, what has been written about the soul of his characters. In Pride and Prejudice, it relies primarily on symmetry, glances, and gazes.

He is very faithful to the book, and particularly to the constant and delightful humour of Austen : each scene is filled with such mirth, I’m always laughing out loud when I watch it; the awkwardness, especially, is delightful. Darcy, his gait, his tenseness, and Elizabeth perplexity are a delight. 

To convey Austen’s elegant, controlled style, Joe Wright does a great job with cinematography and scenery : painting scenes, symmetric scenes, slow traveling of the camera on a picturesque yet very classical, very subdued detail. Pride and Prejudice is not baroque in the least : its simplicity, in the colours (dark green, dark blue, white, brown), in the costumes, in the repetitive and piano-filled soundtrack, echoes the tranquil and beautiful domesticity of the original story.

The characterisation is absolutely stellar and I think in that, Joe Wright really showed his respect and understanding of the book; as I said before, his Darcy is Austen Darcy : the stutter, the controlled yet passionate hand, the rare but sunny smiles, the awkward posture and early blindness to his surroundings, and then that new degree of softness and warmth when we come back to him at Pemberley; more than anything, the hidden vulnerability, the sudden pain and anger on his face when he is hurt, and the trembling eyelids when his gaze must absolutely escape Elizabeth’s.

The Bennett as well are great: Wright decided to make the Bennett parents a little closer than they are in the book, and M. Bennett a little more loving than he is in the book, and I think it’s a lovely addition; in any case, their constant giggling, occasional stupidity, the dynamics unfolding in the scenes where they are all in the parlour or at dinner is deeply satisfying: a whirlwind of laughter, smiles, conniving (and signification-filled) glances, true warmth and intimacy in their hand choreography (give me this, give me that, carried on so smoothly), their surroundings always found in the happy chaos of true living (contrasting with the cold, immobile Netherfield and Rosings).

Keira Knightley’s Elizabeth is a true delight; still full of innocence and impulse—her rapidity of expression and limpidity of gaze convey both her youth and her cleverness, her insolence and her warmth. She manages to express her thoughts without having to speak: in her rigid or supple gait, in the angle of her neck, lowering of her eyelids, in the very distinct movements of her mouth. Their is a magnetism between her and Macfadyen that is actually heart-seizing, isn’t there? From the start, Wright decides to show us how similar they are, how instinctively they are linked, and it works so well.

All the casting to me is satisfying, except for Bingley who I thought lacked in elegance and prince-like charm—but Kitty and Lydia’s mixture of impudence and gaiety, Wickham’s charisma and transparency (the cold elegance of a paper hero), Charlotte’s plain but reassuring persona, Collins’ hilarious and enraging pretentiousness, Miss Bingley’s rat-like pettiness, Jane’s peaceful, magnetic softness, and Georgiana youthful charm (although that is an invention —Georgiana is very Darcy herself in the book, awkward and shy and timid) are all perfect.

What Joe Wright has chosen to put aside from the book, I think, is a show of his talent as an adapter: he got rid only of what wasn’t mandatory to the story, letting himself linger on the faces of his protagonists, their interior turmoil palpable behind the mask of conventions. Mrs. Phillips, the Gardiner’s children, the whole London’s storyline, Mr. Bingley’s second sister, the dinners leading to Jane and Bingley’s engagement… these would have been empty additions to a well-paced, beautiful movie.

Where Joe Wright loses me a little, however, is when he tries to add drama to a very lovely yet very human-scaled story; of course the idea is justifiable. He’s appealing to a romantic audience, who might not be satisfied with only subdued and subtle signs of affection. But I do like Austen’s no-nonsense writing, and her credible (somewhat, although she’s not above easy, lucky coincidences) string of events. For example, Wright’s scene for the engagement of Elizabeth and Darcy is a bit wobbly: they both meet in a field, in the morning after Lady Catherine’s visit to Longbourn. How could Darcy have known so soon what Elizabeth had said? How can they be meeting here, in an unknown field, and know they would find each other? And above all, why is his shirt slightly open, and Elizabeth all the while wearing pyjamas? It’s the 1800′s, guys. Get dressed.

Wright sometimes overlooks the rules of propriety and modesty in Pride and Prejudice, again for the sake of drama. It’s not a problem and to the neophyte spectator, it’s certainly not memorable; but it did irk me at times. Darcy entering Elizabeth’s bedroom to give him the letter, although she is alone and again, in her nightdress; Lady Catherine forcing herself into the Bennett’s household at night; Darcy running after Elizabeth; Elizabeth and Darcy being again and again thrown alone in a room, although the book always has them chaperoned.

What is beautifully done, however, is the slow discovery of Elizabeth’s own mind; the intensity of the feelings. It’s subtle, you know, both in the book and in the movie: otherwise the audience and readers could think Elizabeth changed her mind when she saw Pemberley, for example. But no —her fascination for Darcy starts just a little earlier than her visit, and gnaws at her steadily; at first, she cannot explain it; when she can, she’s horrified that she has lost his esteem forever. Her silence when Jane asks her about Rosings (which a departure from the book: she confesses Darcy’s proposal to Jane there), her single tear at night when Jane talks of Darcy and Bingley; her sole, heart-breaking admission in front of the mirror: I have been so wrong. Silently, slowly, passion has been growing on her side as well.

All in all, I think it’s a true, faithful, respectful hymn to Jane Austen’s work, and what Wright had to bring to the table in his adaptation is generally very successful, very thoughtful, and delightfully carved. He did such a good job.

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4.30.17 / 4:30 pm / kai’s song- the overcoats
i had a very productive and picturesque sunday. i camped out in emissary sipping on a tiny, wonderful cappuccino whilst doing final essay prep. finals season is upon us, so it’s important to remember to relax and treat yourself with a drink or meal every so often, & there’s no better place to treat yourself than in dc!