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thetorontokid · 2 months
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EWAN & CLARA McGREGOR in Bleeding Love (2024)
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the-boroughh · 1 month
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Ewan and Clara's movie "Bleeding Love" release date is today!!! But sike- that didn't mean streaming🫠
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“Bleeding Love” via my cloud link
“Bleeding Love” via torrent
I was literally so fucking devastated and also couldn't find it on the free streaming sites, but actually found someone uploaded a torrent for it!! Bc I know some of you might not be into torrenting or might not have a computer, I made a cloud link via Mega for the actual movie file.
✨If your on mobile, it requires you download the Mega App which is a trusted service for us data-lovers & based in New Zealand. You can find info about the app/service here if you’re new to it.
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somethingsteff · 2 months
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Bleeding Love comes out in 8 days AND there's an Obi-Wanesqe looking Star Wars teaser for an announcement tomorrow? I can't live with this level of anticipation. Brb, hiding with my plushies in the meantime*.
*and trying to prepare by finding where exactly I can stream Bleeding Love next week?? But the answer is alluding me.
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palfriendpatine66 · 1 month
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Settling in to watch Bleeding Love 💕
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ewansbeard · 2 months
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mistofstars · 1 month
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Had a little Karaoke session this evening (my poor neighbors).
This is one of the results :)
here is the video I used as a source to sing along with
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balaclavacharles · 1 year
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Sacred love ❤️ @charlielesoleil
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vinetae · 1 year
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Pairings: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Angst, Suggestive content, established relationship, 18+
Summary: The man you once knew has drifted further than you could've ever thought. Now, the battle between keeping your past in the past is set in front of you.
Warnings: Angst, some smut (not at all barely, I'm very disapointed in myself lol), cursing, and some harsh words said on both ends.
A/n: This started out as a unrequested request from this little snippet of a short story, but I was feeling a little angsty so.. uhm- sorry author-nim. Hopefully I didn't butcher your idea 😂
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The cherry blossom trees dance across the thinned air. Seoul’s N tower lights up the whole city it seemed like. Your heart felt too warm, and too cold all in one. The night’s tinted shadows lurk beneath, seeking out their next victim to claim. The stars hung high in the dark, decorated in specks of hope. Each one, having at least a thousand wishes upon. People had been funny like that. No other animal made wishes to clouds of gas in the sky. 
We’re we really that desperate?
..
A chill prowls around the cold apartment. However in this moment, you had been at your warmest. The bright smile tugged on his lips, as his cheeks flushed rosy against the breeze from the outside world. 
“What do you think?” His question makes your head tilt. Scanning over the small one bed-room apartment, with a few doors branching off the sides. You’d kept the negative thoughts to yourself. 
“It’s cute.” You reply, fingertips dancing across the counter’s edges to drag along a thin strip of dust and grime with you. Namjoon’s arms come to cling around your figure, silently pleading for you to approve of this place. Mainly because he had already put down the deposit. 
“What’s wrong?” The plump of his lips brush along your neck, his nose burying itself into the dips along your shoulders that keep your body upright. Head tilts to the side, letting off a small breath. 
“Nothing,” You comment, feeling the way his large digits trail up the plains of your skin, leaving burning strips of heat in their place. Even with the broken radiator and Korea’s worst winter storm yet outside, your body felt like it had been set on fire. 
Every soft breath rolled against your neck, pulled you more  under the spell he’d cast. His hips pressed flush against your back, swaying you to the imaginary melody he’d been softly dancing to. Bodies faced the large window, coated with a sheet of ice to block out any sights from other tenants. It was the most beautiful view you’d seen. 
“This is our life, baby.” The wooden floors creaked to wear off their new, hardly walked upon cracks. The last time he’d held you like this was the night he’d caught you crying in the bathroom, phone clutched in hand as your mother had given you the bad news. The funeral was held a few days later. You hadn’t really had the best relationship with your father, but he had still been kin. 
Namjoon has been so supportive during those tough times. Asking if you had needed anything, while you just curled up under the covers and let yourself feel the pain. Sat outside your dorm, back pressed against the wall as he just listened to the sounds of soft cries. A few hours later, the door cracked open, pulling him inside for a night for forgetting. 
His hand reaches back, turning on a cute little classical he’d been so obsessed with lately. Hand extends, gracefully holding you up by the weight of your own arm lifted from its lowered position as he spins you lightly on the wooden floor. Giggles and smiles fill the once cold atmosphere, warming any and every inch of that house with your love. 
Your arms take to snake around his neck as his rest at your hips. “You know what? I changed my mind.” He smiles, lowering his face to meet your height. 
“About?” 
“This place.” 
“Oh?”
“Mmhm.”
“Do tell, my princess~” He teases, nipping at the dangle of your earlobe making you giggle. Your head pulls away, catching his soft gaze with your own. 
“It’s not so bad.” You smile, releasing his grip as you plop down onto the little sofa the landlord had offered up to Namjoon. 
“Told you-” His eyes blow wide, admiring the lengths of your midi-skirt trailing up the length of your thighs, courtesy of your hands. The black tights you’d thrown on made the lump in his throat even harder to pill down. 
Your head is thrown to the side, bracing yourself up on your elbows. The position had been nothing short of ‘paint me like one of your French girls’. As if reading your mind, he bites back. 
“Eager to break in the sofa already, my dear?” He threw his puffer jacket to the side, letting it land somewhere near the built-in electric stove. Your legs part to allow him some space to move between. Your innocent expression fires the first shot. 
“Well I know one thing that’s going down.”
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Your eyes watch as the minute hand ticks by the 12 for the third time tonight. The dinner set feastly-like on the table had gone cold. 
“He’s still not there?” Jimin quirks back, a confused tone hones his voice. The crack on your own had been threatening to peep out in hurt. 
“I haven't seen him all day, Jimin, I’m getting worried.” Namjoon had promised he’d be back by now from the office. Once ‘now’ had hit, you decided to call his phone. Seven missed calls later, and a cracked screen from tossing it over across the wall had left your energy and patience running low. 
“I’m sure he’s fine, Noona. He was saying something about the big line-up starting tomorrow. Our dick of a sponsor probably held him up to discuss the details of launch.” You sigh, back plopping against the stiff of the dining chairs Namjoon had been too busy to help you pick out. 
..
“How about this one?” 
“Sounds great.” 
“Ooo, but this has the cross-hatching design you love.” 
“U-huh.” His head was glued to the brightly lit screen sitting in his lap. You huff, shoving the phone into view so you knew he’d be able to see it. 
“These are black.” His head tilts to the side, pushing your phone out of view as his fingers tap against the keys in eager to get out all of his ideas. 
“Love that one.” He replies flatly , scrolling along the blog that’d been published about his company this past weekend. 
“Oh and these can transform into unicorns!” 
“You know me best, babe.” His flat tone makes your blood boil. Standing, you throw your phone into his lap which makes him startle. 
“I’m gonna go shower.” His head lowers back down, immersing himself into the little laptop that’d been getting more attention this past week than he’d given you all month. 
“Love you.” He calls back, wishing a good shower, nose diving back down into the little article.
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Tossing the cold food into the trash, you start to tidy up the kitchen before heading back to your shared bedroom.  
Your back is the comfort of your freshly washed sheets, tearing starting to threaten to fall. You’d ended the call with Namjoon’s best friend, Jimin, with a cold mute, wanting nothing more than to just wash off the embarrassment of today with a hot shower. 
However, after the energy you’d used up cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, and waiting almost three hours for your boyfriend to walk through those doors, you’d decided to just wash off what little makeup you’d dolled up for him. Crawling under the comforters, your body starts to lull to sleep, replacing reality with a much more satisfying image. 
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Namjoon’s back ached with pains from slouching at his desk for so long. You’d always gotten onto him for not wearing the posture-corrector you’d gotten him for Christmas last year, however he’d always forget to strap it on before work. Plus, he’d pointed out that through the white sheen of his button up, it had looked more like a corset than anything for just correcting one’s posture. 
Hands tired from having to sign so many documents for tomorrow’s launch for his company, he slightly winced from pain as he unbuttoned the clasps of his dress shirt. Trousers falling to circle around his ankles before slipping into the bed with exhaustion. The tips of his fingers drag across your exposed skin, a low groan rolls from his parted lips as your body shifts slightly to roll on your back. His eyes scan over the way your chest rises and fall with patterned breaths, the curvatures of your breasts following in lead. Your hair splayed out across the silks pillows you’d been so eager to open when Amazon had delivered. 
His lips lower, pressing soft kisse along the elongation of your neck, hot breaths roll off to meet with your even-tempered skin. A smirk presses his lips, grazing his fingers down to the elastic of your pajama shorts. You’d loved sleeping in loose silk pajamas, and he’d loved seeing the way your nipples pressed against the fabrics, giving him such an erotic sight. 
His open kisses run up to your cheek before swallowing your whole breaths in one gulp. Lips locked together in a one-sided exchange, nevertheless turning him on even more. His hips rise to grind gently to the skin of your outer thighs, rutting in need for some kind of release after the day he’s had. He knew the only remedy for his stress was in your touch. He however, felt a little sick from using you in such a way, especially when you’re unconscious. So, he decides for you to join. 
“Baby girl, wake up” He chuckles at the way your groan, a high-pitched whine echoed in the room as you turn to the side, facing away from his body. His heart shatters at the movement. You’d never turned away from him like this. Your favorite position was always having you tucked under his chin, face pressing into his chest as you fell asleep to the sound of his steadying heartbeat. 
Why was this different?
His hand comes up to gently shake you away, towering over your side, whispering into your ear softly. “Baby, come on. Let’s do it.”
He was startled from how awake your scoff had sounded. Your body rises up, an annoyed expression plasters your face. “Let’s do it? How fucking romantic.” His eyebrows knit together in confusion. 
“I- didn’t know you wanted romance..” His voice lowers at the anger toned in your voice, clear and pissed. He watches your eyes roll back, scoffing at his retort. 
“Of course I want romance! Every girl wants romance!” Your legs swing to the side preparing to stand from the bed but he’s quick to catch your wrist in his to keep you from leaving. His eyes plead with begs for you to stay with him. 
“I-I’m sorry baby please.. How about we go on a date tomorrow?” Your arms crossing your chest, body extruding clear annoyance. His hold on your wrists squeeze gently with a silenced promise. 
“I’ll clear my schedule tomorrow.” 
“The launch.” 
His breath lowers to mumble a curse, thinking of a way to make it up to you. For.. whatever he’s done.
“Okay, then this weekend. You love Seoul tower, how about I schedule a tour?” 
“They don’t do tours for the tower, Joon.” 
His upper body rises to meet yours, using one of the throw pillows you’d bought online to cover up his cock that’d been poking at the comforter. Seeing his hard-on would only make you more angry, he’s sure of it. 
“Then.. We can go to the bridge. Didn’t they add locks that you can buy and put them on the walls of it?” 
“They took down Love Locks years ago. God, do you even pay attention anymore!?” He quickly rises from his spot on the bed, slipping on his pair of boxers from the floor quickly to follow you out into the living room. 
“Okay, okay! Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll call Jimin-” 
“Work work work! That’s all you ever fucking talk about! Even when we’re on dates, Namjoon!” Your eyes burned with passion and anger, much more than the tears he saw dripping down the sides of your cheeks. “When is it ever gonna be my turn, huh!?” Your breath starts to calm, body ridding itself of the emotional shakes it had been feeling for the past two minutes. With an even tone, you continue. “We haven’t had sex sex in almost a year, Namjoon! The only time we did was for me to just give you a hand job!” His eyes widened. 
“Well I was trying-” 
“No! That wasn’t making love, that was just you being a horny little bitch who just needed a good fuck!” You push at his chest, the tears flowing even harder down as he takes the little blows given. 
“Baby, I’m sorry- Things have just been really difficult at work and I’m sorry if I put you in second..” No matter how hard you hit at his chest, it would never even compare to how much his heart is breaking from seeing you cry. Seeing the reason you’re crying, is because of him. Of his job, his life. 
“Baby if you just give me a few more weeks to finish out these deals-” 
“I’ve waited two YEARS, namjoon! YEARS! I brought you lunch everyday, wrote you all those little fucking notes to help you make those deals! And you couldn’t even give me a single thank you.” His knuckles clenched at the side, anger now arising to combat your own. 
“You don’t think I thank you?! Look around, Y/n! I gave you everything!! Everything you have is because of ME!” You stop. His sentence finally seeps in, as you back away from his chest. The anger that had melted away his soft gaze fired back bullets you couldn’t dodge. You knew he held everything over you. That’s because you trusted him with everything. He knew your darkest secrets. Seen you at your worst times. He knew everything. 
And you fucking hated it. 
 Your hands catch the front door, having nothing more than anger and hatred towards the man you once called home. He felt so cold and distant. You didn’t love this man. 
You didn’t know this man. 
“Well, I guess you have everything now.”
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wendy-leach-fanblog · 1 month
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tinyreviews · 1 month
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Best go into this one blind, just knowing it’s a road drama with a father and daughter, and addiction. I think I kinda spoiled the experience for myself, reading the premise beforehand.
Bleeding Love is a 2023 American drama film starring real life father and daughter Ewan McGregor and Clara McGregor. Directed by Emma Westenberg in her feature length debut, it was written by Ruby Caster from an original story by Caster, Clara McGregor and Vera Bulder.
It premiered at South by Southwest on March 11, 2023 under the title You Sing Loud, I Sing Louder, and was released by Vertical Entertainment on February 16, 2024.
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lilianasnape · 1 month
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From an estranged daughter....
Bleeding love has my heart; all the intentions, all the emotions so very well portrayed by Clara...
It's fenomenal.
An amazing actor, and amazing actress and all what they bring to light... We often believe that it's enough, when it comes to relationships with parents, consequences of divorce or addiction.
IT'S NEVER ENOUGH!!
Someone out there is suffering from these right now. Even at this moment...
Think about this.
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uncannyshoebox · 2 months
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Time for my biannual test of whether or not I’m a good person (I have a dentist appointment)
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You don't understand NBC Hannibal literally changes the way I view things that existed in my life before I even knew the show existed.
Example: The song Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis came out in 2007. I literally heard this song on the radio and appreciated it the same way for 15 years. And then I discovered NBC Hannibal (and Hannigram). And one day I was in the car with my mom and this song came on and something just jerked my brain to a halt and said "pull up the lyrics right fucking now" and I actually read them and now this song that always seemed far away and ethereal and associated with my mom as a song she really likes, seems like I can grasp it in my hands, I can crush it, squeeze the life out of it, and apply it to my own obsession.
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I got in the car to go donate blood. I put Spotify on shuffle and what did it play? "Bleeding Love."
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palfriendpatine66 · 1 month
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Does anyone know where Bleeding Love will be streaming? It’s not playing in any theaters near me
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ewansbeard · 1 month
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