Jul 10, 2025
Where's my Étoile s2?! Where's my scenes of all Geneviève's romances/situationships? Where's the material for the astonishing video in my head? Where's the content I need to edit her on Ex's & Oh's??????
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Where's my Étoile s2?! Where's my scenes of all Geneviève's romances/situationships? Where's the material for the astonishing video in my head? Where's the content I need to edit her on Ex's & Oh's??????
To every single soul who went all the way to Budapest, wherever they came from, even Budapest itself, and marched loud and proud on a land whose sick authorities deem each one of them illegal, most of them on multiple fronts, but each of them starting from their marching alone; to all of you: from the very bottom of my heart, I appreciate you. Thank you!
What I really really love about the romance in Superman (2025) is, we are shown Clark and Lois on the exact threshold that marks the end of the honeymoon phase — even graphically so, if you will. And their arc actually starts there and goes on because of that.
And what I really really love about the dynamics in heterosexual romance in particular is, women have agency and women are the ultimate saviors because they have agency. I'm not talking only about Lois. I think that Eve is a much better example of that. She is portrayed as the stereotypical frivolous, dumb, blonde trophy girlfriend of a megalomaniac man but she actually used her perceived persona to deceive the Evil and help out the Good. She played dumb, she played as dumb as she was perceived by others — and that was her agency!
I've been obsessed with this Gunn's Superman and his depiction of Clois, among many other things, since I first watched the movie last summer. I can't believe that, within the 3 months I've been working on this video, I still haven't seen one single Clois (2025) edit to THIS song. It's absolutely their ultimate song!
Oh, to see without my eyes the first time that you kissed me!
It all started with me blasting my Gabias playlist on my way back from uni. This sentence in particular hit me amongst all lyrics. It describes Tobias and Gabin so accurately, in my opinion. Their first kiss was a choreographic kiss. Not choreographed, not planned. But choreographic, corporeal, almost dramatic, danced, performative. The first time that Tobias kissed Gabin must've felt for the dancer like something he won't be able to recall as a graphic memory; he'll only be able to remember how it felt. To me, Gabin must've felt the way he feels within himself a piece he performs. Anyway, to that, add the fact that I'm developing a special connection and relationship with Gabin, to the point t's becoming a real epistemological semiotics issue LMAO I hope you enjoy my very personal interpretation of this character!
Anyway, thanks to @sun-shine-lolli-pops and @c4rlando for providing me with The Material aka scenes LMAO could've never spent half a day engrossed on my phone enjoying editing this otherwise!! <333v
You are not ASP fav ship if you don't have a slow dance before realizing you have feelings for each other (because the slow dance itself has probably made you both, or one of you, realize it), by the way
... said the man who kept a tiny piece of paper with his own horoscope on it that a woman he'd just met gave to him
Oh I wonder what it must feel like to be under the government, press, and social media's scrutiny during the most stressful time of your career when with each passing day your nerves are building a greater and greater nervous breakdown which could explode any minute now and it's scary that it hasn't yet and everything you try to catch seems to be slipping away from your grip so you impulsively just slide barefoot on the long, perfectly clean and perfectly smooth floor of Palais Garnier's Grand Foyer - where you work, by the way - as if you're actually skating on it. You chuckle to and with yourself. The janitor sees you. You smile at him, too, and nonchalantly, politely say, 'Bonjour' before every planet aligns and you remember that life is beautiful, there is enough time, and Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.