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The (Currently) Complete Favorite Movies List

Favorite Movies of 1920's-1960's

1. The Wizard Of Oz

2. To Kill A Mockingbird

3. City Lights

4. It's A Wonderful Life

5. Casablanca

6. Psycho

7. Roman Holiday

8. 12 Angry Men

9. Rebel Without A Cause

10. Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid

11. The Philadelphia Story

12. Gentleman's Agreement

13. Citizen Kane

14. On The Waterfront

15. Rear Window

16. Mary Poppins

17. The Birds

18. The Gold Rush

19. A Streetcar Named Desire

20. Miracle On 34th Street

Honorable mention:

Breakfast At Tiffany's

Charade

East Of Eden

My Fair Lady

Planet Of The Apes

Sabrina

Favorite Movies of the 1970's

1. Harold & Maude

2. Close Encounters Of The Third Kind

3. Dog Day Afternoon

4. The Godfather

5. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

6. American Graffiti

7. A Clockwork Orange

8. Kramer vs Kramer

9. All The President's Men

10. Halloween

11. Taxi Driver

12. Monty Python & The Holy Grail

13. Jaws

14. Chinatown

15. Blazing Saddles

16. Star Wars

17. The French Connection

18. Young Frankenstein

19. Superman: The Movie

20. The Exorcist

Honorable mention:

Carrie

Duel

Grease

Enter The Dragon

Rocky

The Warriors

Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory

Favorite Movies of the 1980's

1. Ferris Bueller's Day Off

2. The Princess Bride

3. Back To The Future

4. Ghostbusters

5. The Breakfast Club

6. E.T.

7. Die Hard

8. Raiders Of The Lost Ark

9. Brazil

10. Heathers

11. Who Framed Roger Rabbit

12. The 'burbs

13. Gremlins

14. Stand By Me

15. Beetlejuice

16. Clue

17. Scrooged

18. Big

19. Rain Man

20. Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back

21. Batman

22. The Goonies

23. The Adventures Of Baron Munchausen

24. Spaceballs

25. Real Genius

26. Dead Poets Society

27. Say Anything

28. Back To The Future, Part II

29. Pee Wee's Big Adventure

30. Lethal Weapon

31. Three O'Clock High

32. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

33. Planes, Trains & Automobiles

34. Fast Times At Ridgemont High

35. Star Wars - Return Of The Jedi

36. The NeverEnding Story

37. Indiana Jones & The Last Crusade

38. The Terminator

39. The Karate Kid

40. WarGames

Honorable mention:

Blade Runner

Legend

The Little Mermaid

Poltergeist

Starman

This Is Spinal Tap

When Harry Met Sally...

Guilty pleasure:

Just One Of The Guys

The Lost Boys

Weekend At Bernie's

Favorite Movies of 1990

1. Edward Scissorhands

2. Goodfellas

3. Pump Up The Volume

4. Dick Tracy

5. Quick Change

6. Pretty Woman

7. Back To The Future, Part III

8. Home Alone

9. Gremlins 2

10. Joe Versus The Volcano

Honorable mention:

Cry-Baby

I Love You To Death

Mermaids

Guilty pleasure:

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Favorite Movies of 1991

1. Dogfight

2. Terminator 2: Judgement Day

3. The Fisher King

4. L.A. Story

5. Defending Your Life

6. Barton Fink

7. The Silence Of The Lambs

8. My Own Private Idaho

9. The Addams Family

10. Beauty & The Beast

Honorable mention:

Doc Hollywood

Only The Lonely

Rush

Guilty pleasure:

Johnny Suede

Point Break

Favorite Movies of 1992

1. Reservoir Dogs

2. My Cousin Vinny

3. A League Of Their Own

4. Batman Returns

5. Chaplin

6. Malcolm X

7. Bram Stoker's Dracula

8. The Muppet Christmas Carol

9. Hero

10. Of Mice And Men

Honorable mention:

Leap Of Faith

Singles

Favorite Movies of 1993

1. Dazed & Confused

2. Groundhog Day

3. Jurassic Park

4. Benny & Joon

5. Schindler's List

6. For Love Or Money

7. What's Eating Gilbert Grape

8. The Nightmare Before Christmas

9. Heart & Souls

10. Mrs. Doubtfire

Honorable mention:

The Fugitive

Rudy

The Sandlot

Searching For Bobby Fischer

Sleepless In Seattle

The Thing Called Love

True Romance

Untamed Heart

Guilty pleasure:

Last Action Hero

So I Married An Axe Murderer

Favorite Movies of 1994

1. The Shawshank Redemption

2. Speed

3. The Crow

4. Ed Wood

5. The Lion King

6. Dumb & Dumber

7. Quiz Show

8. Pulp Fiction

9. The Professional

10. Reality Bites

Honorable mention:

Clerks

The Client

Forrest Gump

Four Weddings & A Funeral

Interview With The Vampire

Little Women

The Paper

The Ref

Guilty pleasure:

Brainscan

Favorite Movies of 1995

1. Seven

2. Before Sunrise

3. Twelve Monkeys

4. Dead Man

5. Toy Story

6. The American President

7. The Basketball Diaries

8. Clueless

9. Living In Oblivion

10. Empire Records

Honorable mention:

Apollo 13

Get Shorty

Mallrats

The Usual Suspects

Welcome To The Dollhouse

Favorite Movies of 1996

1. Jerry Maguire

2. That Thing You Do!

3. Beautiful Girls

4. William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet

5. Scream

6. The Rock

7. James & The Giant Peach

8. Ransom

9. The Frighteners

10. Tin Cup

Fargo

Hard Eight

Mission: Impossible

Sleepers

Swingers

Trees Lounge

Guilty pleasure:

Independence Day

Favorite Movies of 1997

1. Good Will Hunting

2. As Good As It Gets

3. Titanic

4. Boogie Nights

5. L.A. Confidential

6. Donnie Brasco

7. The Game

8. Scream 2

9. Face/Off

10. Cop Land

Honorable mention:

Chasing Amy

Gattaca

Grosse Pointe Blank

Jackie Brown

Two Girls & A Guy

Wag The Dog

Favorite Movies of 1998

1. Saving Private Ryan

2. Rushmore

3. Out Of Sight

4. Dark City

5. Shakespeare In Love

6. Pleasantville

7. Buffalo '66

8. The Truman Show

9. American History X

10. Enemy Of The State

Honorable mention:

A Bug's Life

Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas

Meet Joe Black

Playing By Heart

A Simple Plan

The Wedding Singer

What Dreams May Come

Guilty pleasure:

Godzilla

Favorite Movies of 1999

1. Fight Club

2. Magnolia

3. The Matrix

4. Notting Hill

5. 10 Things I Hate About You

6. Three Kings

7. Toy Story 2

8. Sleepy Hollow

9. Being John Malkovich

10. Man On The Moon

Honorable mention:

The Cider House Rules

The Green Mile

The Insider

The Iron Giant

The Sixth Sense

Favorite Movies of 2000

1. Requiem For A Dream

2. Memento

3. Almost Famous*

4. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

5. Unbreakable

6. Traffic

7. Wonder Boys

8. The Way Of The Gun

9. O Brother, Where Art Though?

10. Snatch

Honorable mention:

Billy Elliot

Cast Away

The Cell

Erin Brockovich

Frequency

Gladiator

High Fidelity

X-Men

Favorite Movies of 2001

1. Donnie Darko

2. Vanilla Sky

3. Amélie

4. The Royal Tenenbaums

5. LOTR - Fellowship

6. A Knight's Tale

7. Ocean's Eleven

8. Ghost World

9. A Beautiful Mind

10. A.I. Artificial Intelligence

Honorable mention:

Frailty

From Hell

Gosford Park

The Others

Shrek

Spirited Away

Favorite Movies of 2002

1. Adaptation.

2. Gangs Of New York

3. LOTR - Two Towers

4. Catch Me If You Can

5. Punch Drunk Love

6. Chicago

7. Minority Report

8. Insomnia

9. Death To Smoochy

10. About A Boy

Honorable mention:

8 Mile

28 Days Later

The Bourne Identity

The Dangerous Lives Of Altar Boys

The Good Girl

Igby Goes Down

Moonlight Mile

Panic Room

Road To Perdition

Signs

Guilty pleasure:

The Mothman Prophecies

Favorite Movies of 2003

1. American Splendor

2. 21 Grams

3. Big Fish

4. Kill Bill, Vol. 1

5. LOTR - Return Of The King

6. X2: X-Men United

7. Mystic River

8. Pirates Of The Caribbean

9. Matchstick Men

10. Finding Nemo

Honorable mention:

The Last Samurai

Lost In Translation

Phone Book

School Of Rock

Seabiscuit

The Station Agent

Guilty pleasure:

The Room

Underworld

Favorite Movies of 2004

1. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

2. Garden State

3. Spider-Man 2

4. The Aviator

5. Harry Potter & The Prisoner Of Azkaban

6. Before Sunset

7. The Incredibles

8. Napoleon Dynamite

9. Finding Neverland

10. Kill Bill, Vol. 2

Honorable mention:

Dodgeball

In Good Company

Million Dollar Baby

Sideways

Team America: World Police

The Village

Favorite Movies of 2005

1. Batman Begins

2. Walk The Line

3. Brokeback Mountain

4. Brick

5. King Kong

6. Serenity

7. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

8. Wedding Crashers

9. Breakfast On Pluto

10. Sin City

Honorable mention:

The Chumscrubber

Constantine

Star Wars: Revenge Of The Sith

Syriana

Thumbsucker

V For Vendetta

War Of The Worlds

Favorite Movies of 2006

1. Little Miss Sunshine

2. The Fountain

3. The Prestige

4. The Fall

5. Pan's Labyrinth

6. The Departed

7. The Science Of Sleep

8. Superman Returns

9. A Scanner Darkly

10. Clerks II

Honorable mention:

16 Blocks

Babel

Stranger Than Fiction

Wristcutters: A Love Story

Favorite Movies of 2007

1. Across The Universe

2. There Will Be Blood

3. Zodiac

4. Superbad

5. Lars And The Real Girl

6. The Darjeeling Limited

7. Sweeney Todd

8. Funny Games

9. No Country For Old Men

10. Stardust

Honorable mention:

3:10 To Yuma

The Bourne Ultimatum

Gone Baby Gone

Harry Potter & The Order Of The Phoenix

Juno

Knocked Up

Live Free Or Die Hard

Michael Clayton

Ratatouille

Favorite Movies of 2008

1. The Dark Knight

2. The Brothers Bloom

3. Role Models

4. Slumdog Millionaire

5. Be Kind Rewind

6. Iron Man

7. In Bruges

8. Tropic Thunder

9. The Wrestler

10. Wanted

Honorable mention:

The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button

The Go-Getter

Me & Orson Welles

Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

Wall-E

Favorite Movies of 2009

1. (500) Days Of Summer

2. Where The Wild Things Are

3. Up In The Air

4. An Education

5. Inglourious Basterds

6. Star Trek

7. Fantastic Mr. Fox

8. Whip It

9. The Hangover

10. The Road

Honorable mention:

Adventureland

Avatar

Coraline

District 9

I Love You, Man

Favorite Movies of 2010

1. Inception

2. The Social Network

3. Black Swan

4. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

5. Blue Valentine

6. The Fighter

7. Winter's Bone

8. Toy Story 3

9. Shutter Island

10. The King's Speech

Honorable mention:

Buried

Due Date

Kick-Ass

Let Me In

Never Let Me Go

The Other Guys

The Town

Favorite Movies of 2011

1. Super 8

2. Hugo

3. Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol

4. Crazy Stupid Love

5. Moneyball

6. The Descendants

7. My Week With Marilyn

8. Bridesmaids

9. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

10. Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows, Part 2

Honorable mention:

10 Years

50/50

The Beaver

Horrible Bosses

The Muppets

Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes

Source Code

Dishonorable mention:

Sucker Punch

Favorite Movies of 2012

1. Silver Linings Playbook

2. Moonrise Kingdom

3. Lincoln

4. The Avengers

5. The Dark Knight Rises

6. Looper

7. Ruby Sparks

8. Django Unchained

9. Argo

10. Mud

Honorable mention:

21 Jump Street

Jack Reacher

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

Premium Rush

Safety Not Guaranteed

This Is 40

Favorite Movies of 2013

1. 12 Years A Slave

2. Her

3. Snowpiercer

4. The Wolf Of Wall Street

5. Star Trek Into Darkness

6. The Way Way Back

7. Before Midnight

8. The Spectacular Now

9. American Hustle

10. About Time

Honorable mention:

Begin Again

Captain Phillips

Dallas Buyers Club

Fruitvale Station

The Heat

Inside Llewyn Davis

Prisoners

Rush

Warm Bodies

Favorite Movies of 2014

1. Wish I Was Here

2. The Skeleton Twins

3. Boyhood

4. Nightcrawler

5. The Imitation Game

6. Whiplash

7. Birdman

8. The Grand Budapest Hotel

9. St. Vincent

10. Inherent Vice

Honorable mention:

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Dawn Of The Planet Of The Apes

Edge Of Tomorrow

Gone Girl

Infinitely Polar Bear

Interstellar

Love & Mercy

Veronica Mars

What We Do In The Shadows

X-Men: Days Of Future Past

Favorite Movies of 2015

1. Me & Earl & The Dying Girl

2. Ex Machina

3. Inside Out

4. The Walk

5. Sicario

6. Creed

7. Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation

8. Spotlight

9. The Martian

10. Brooklyn

Honorable mention:

Avengers: Age Of Ultron

Bridge Of Spies

Joy

Mad Max: Fury Road

The Revenant

Room

Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Steve Jobs

Favorite Movies of 2016

1. Sing Street

2. Midnight Special

3. La La Land

4. Hell Or High Water

5. Arrival

6. The Nice Guys

7. Hidden Figures

8. Manchester By The Sea

9. A Monster Calls

10. 10 Cloverfield Lane

Captain America: Civil War

Everybody Wants Some!!!

The Founder

Hacksaw Ridge

The Jungle Book

Loving

Silence

Split

Swiss Army Man

Dishonorable mention:

The Neon Demon

Favorite Movies of 2017

1. Wonderstruck

2. War For The Planet Of The Apes

3. Phantom Thread

4. mother!

5. Blade Runner 2049

6. Call Me By Your Name

7. Dunkirk

8. Wind River

9. Logan

10. Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

Honorable mention:

Baby Driver

Coco

Lady Bird

Logan Lucky

Molly's Game

The Post

The Shape Of Water

Stronger

Favorite Movies of 2018

1. A Quiet Place

2. BlackKklansman

3. If Beale Street Could Talk

4. Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse

5. Mission: Impossible - Fallout

6. Isle Of Dogs

7. Ready Player One

8. Incredibles 2

9. Stan & Ollie

10. Thoroughbreds

Honorable mention:

Avengers: Infinity War

Bumblebee

Christopher Robin

Eighth Grade

Halloween

Summer '03

Favorite Movies of 2019

1. Rocketman

2. Jojo Rabbit

3. 1917

4. Blinded By The Light

5. Booksmart

6. Toy Story 4

7. Ford v Ferrari

8. Joker

9. Parasite

10. Knives Out

Honorable mention:

Avengers: Endgame

The Lighthouse

Marriage Story

Once Upon A Time In Hollywood

Yesterday

Favorite Movies of 2021

1. Licorice Pizza

2. West Side Story

3. Dune

4. A Quiet Place, Part II

5. Belfast

6. Spider-Man: No Way Home

7. C'mon C'mon

8. King Richard

9. Ghostbusters: Afterlife

10. CODA

Honorable mention:

Free Guy

The French Dispatch

Last Night In Soho

Nightmare Alley

The Power Of The Dog

Shang-Chi And The Legend Of The Ten Rings

tick, tick...BOOM!

The Tragedy Of Macbeth

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Hey Brambi! I come with a question regarding the 2nd DLC:

What do you think this planet is going to be? it seems like a huge Jungle planet, kinda like a garden of Eden. The other Planets were mostly modeled after each season of the year, with Barrendale Mesa being a barren wasteland( I love Barrendale Mesa the most, it is so sci-fi and amazing. ) I think this planet will be the opposite and a lush garden. Maybe it will have multiple areas with diffrent climates each based on the 6 elements with the 7th area being where we faced against this Spark Hunter. How do you think the planet is going to be and what dangers and allies will we meet? Personally I hope for Ooze Wildclaw and electric stooges and fire-based Ghosts or Ice based Ghosts. Also I will plan on updating my Wario + Rabbids team and will bring forth a definitive version before the DLC, so stay tuned!

It definitely seems to be jungle-like, although I would imagine it's a weird alien jungle to differentiate it from say, the more "normal" (to us) Earth-like jungles that we've already explored in DK Adventure. Since all the planets we visit in the main game are heavily civilized by Rabbids, I think this being a wild and untamed planet will be exciting (and full of fun plant and creature designs). That's not to say there won't be NPCs, but I doubt they have an "official" warden (although I hope they have at least a makeshift one) and the NPCs might be cast as explorers or people who have gotten lost there- I still like the idea of this being a "Bermuda Triangle" planet where people tend to get lost and stranded. Maybe it's at the center or on the other side of a black hole or wormhole that sucks people in.

The comparison to the garden of Eden is fascinating, especially since there is already "reverse" biblical imagery in this game, with Edge and Cursa's relationship being similar to Lucifer/Satan and God, except this God is inarguably a cruel one and the traitor who exercised their free will is unmistakably in the right (which a lot of people would also say about God and Satan but I'm not here to make proper theological arguments lol). So maybe this is a reverse garden of Eden where everything is dark and dangerous instead of perfect. Maybe this hidden planet was where Cursa originally created the Spark Hunters and let them loose to explore and train each other. If the "mysterious foe" is indeed Edge's sister, and if they have already fought in the past leading to one being "destroyed" or presumed dead, there is also Cain and Abel symbolism...!!

(Also this isn't even the first time there's been a direct Lucifer analogue in a Mario game lol)

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Title: The Forbidden Frontier

Chapter 1: Exile

Adam and Eve stood at the edge of the Garden of Eden, their hearts heavy with sorrow and regret. The lush paradise they had once called home was now forever lost to them. The forbidden fruit had been consumed, and their innocence had been shattered. As they gazed upon the vast unknown that lay before them, they knew that their lives would never be the same.

With a heavy sigh, Adam turned to Eve, his eyes filled with both love and sadness. "We must face the consequences of our actions, my dear," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We cannot dwell on what we have lost but must embrace what lies ahead."

Eve nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. She took Adam's hand, finding solace in his touch. Together, they stepped into the unknown, leaving behind the only life they had ever known.

Chapter 2: The New World

As Adam and Eve ventured into the wilderness, they encountered a world vastly different from the paradise they had left behind. The once vibrant and harmonious nature now seemed untamed and unpredictable. Strange creatures roamed the land, and the elements were harsh and unforgiving.

They struggled to find food and shelter, relying on their wits and instincts to survive. Adam used his strength to build a crude shelter, while Eve used her resourcefulness to gather fruits and berries. They learned to adapt to their new surroundings, slowly discovering the secrets of this alien world.

Chapter 3: The Enigmatic Visitors

One fateful day, as Adam and Eve were exploring a dense forest, they stumbled upon a peculiar structure hidden amidst the trees. It was a metallic structure, unlike anything they had ever seen before. Curiosity piqued, they cautiously approached it.

To their astonishment, the structure opened, revealing a group of beings unlike any they had encountered. These beings were tall and slender, with luminous eyes and an aura of intelligence. They introduced themselves as the Elysians, a highly advanced civilization from a distant planet.

The Elysians explained that they had been observing Earth for centuries, fascinated by its potential for life. They had witnessed Adam and Eve's fall from grace and had been waiting for the right moment to reveal themselves. They offered to guide Adam and Eve, sharing their knowledge and technology to help them survive in this new world.

Chapter 4: The Quest for Redemption

Under the guidance of the Elysians, Adam and Eve embarked on a quest for redemption. They sought to make amends for their past mistakes and find a way to restore their lost paradise. With the Elysians' advanced technology, they discovered ancient ruins that held the key to unlocking the secrets of the Garden of Eden.

As they delved deeper into their quest, Adam and Eve faced numerous challenges and encountered other survivors who had also been banished from the Garden. Together, they formed a community, united by their shared desire for redemption.

Chapter 5: The Final Revelation

After years of searching, Adam and Eve finally uncovered the truth behind the Garden of Eden. They learned that it was not merely a physical place but a state of mind, a connection to a higher consciousness. The forbidden fruit had been a test, a catalyst for their spiritual growth.

With this newfound knowledge, Adam and Eve realized that they could never truly return to the Garden. Instead, they embraced their new world, using their experiences to create a society that valued harmony, compassion, and knowledge.

In the end, Adam and Eve's journey was not just a tale of exile and redemption but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. They had transcended their past and embraced their future, forever changed by their encounter with the enigmatic Elysians.

The Forbidden Frontier was a testament to the power of hope, love, and the unyielding human spirit in the face of adversity.

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Helena Bonham Carter will be narrating the new BBC nature documentary, 'Eden: Untamed Planet', which premieres next month. "Six episodes make up the new project, which brought together the production team behind Planet Earth to capture the globe's few remaining untouched lands in all of their jaw-dropping natural beauty. The description teases: "While the remoteness of these Eden's has protected them from the most damaging effects of human interference, the series will also reflect on the survival of these rare, precious and unique environments amid the perils of the modern world." The opening episode, which premieres on BBC America and AMC on Saturday, July 24, is titled 'Borneo: Sacred Forest'. 'Namib: Skeleton Coast and Beyond', 'Luangwa: The Emerald Valley', 'Galapagos: Enchanted Isles', 'Patagonia: The Ends of the Earth' and 'Alaska: Last American Frontier' complete the nature series, while a seventh making-of special has also been produced. Big cats, tusked giants, polar winds, endless creaking ice fields, giraffes and poisonous lagoons will all feature in the wonderful Eden: Untamed Planet."

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The Ferality of Mars

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Feral: "Existing in a wild or untamed state"

When I think of Mars, I think of the Greek god, Ares. I think of the heart pumping blood throughout the body to keep it alive. I think of passion, ferocity, and rawness. Mars is the planet of emotion, similarly to the moon but with a more sinister twist. Mars wants you to feel everything and create with that energy, Mars wants you to be overwhelmed with emotion, so much so it consumes and guides you. Mars wants you to feel everything. It is known as a Malefic Planet because of its inability to be tamed and controlled but Mars isn’t about having control, its about intuition and allowing yourself to be guided by the invisible force that encourages you to nuzzle into your most primal and authentic state and honor that part of you.

[Yes I will be using Hozier lyrics that represent the ferality of each sign]

Aries Mars [Mars in 1st]

When I picture Aries Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a forest fire consuming everything in its path, absorbing nature to feed as fuel. With Mars in its rulership, Aries Mars has no issue releasing, guided by their heart throughout it all to overcome whatever may stand in their way. They move quickly and harshly, striking first and questioning later. You mold life into what you want it to be so there is no need for you to even plan right? As an unstoppable force, you have to let your heart take control.

“There's no plan, there's no race to be run

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Sit in & watch the sunlight fade, honey, enjoy its getting late

Theres no plan, theres no hand on the reign,

...As Mack explained, there will be darkness again”

Taurus Mars [Mars in 2nd]

When I picture Taurus Mars at its most feral state, I imagine a bear tearing its way through a beehive, grasping at the honeycombs and devouring it in a matter of seconds. With a venus-ruled mars or mars in detriment, you all look for the sweeter things in life and insist that you are worthy of goodness and don’t mind taking it for yourself. Conflict is stupid to you because you have your own morals and studies and firmly believe in what you desire and if anyone steps to you, you have the power to throw it right back in their face. You are the raging bull, undefeated once you’re committed. But you represent the tamer, earthy side of Mars.

“I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me.

I have never known hunger, like these insects that feast on me.

A thousand teeth, and yours among them, I know.

Our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow.”

Gemini Mars [Mars in 3rd]

When I picture Gemini Mars at its most feral state, I picture the rebirth that spring offers. The energy of this mars sign matches the intensity of the rising sun and falling rain that causes the flowers to blossom and fill the earth with its aroma. It is quite impossible to stop a determined Gemini, they want to leave their mark on this earth and do so in many different ways as they are indestructible, powered by the combination of their mind and their heart which creates an explosion upon collision. To get in the way of this placement is to stand in the way of the changing seasons, impossible.

“Each day you'd rise with me, know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty.

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.

Strap the wing to me, death trap clad happily, with wax melted, I’d meet the sea,

Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.”

Cancer Mars [Mars in 4th]

When I picture Cancer Mars at its most feral state, I visualize the crumbling of the earth into itself, only to grow back in a healthier form. A resilient placement that can have the worst thrown at them and come back only more beautiful. In the introduction, I discussed how both Moon and Mars share a common goal but the Moon goes about it a different way, as Cancer Mars goes about martian energy in a different way as well. With mars in fall, Cancer takes the soft approach to ferality, embracing the harsh energy and converting it into tenderness.

“And I love too, that love soon might end,

be known in its aching, shown in the shaking,

Lately of my wasteland, baby.

Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking,

Though quaking, though crazy

That's just wasteland, baby.”

Leo Mars [Mars in 5th]

When I picture Leo Mars at its most feral state I see a blinding white-hot light overcoming anyone and everyone in its path, forcing others to bend to its will simply by doing what it does naturally. As a fixed mars, Leos energy is continuous and bold, quite difficult to escape if a Leo Mars has you in their eye line. They are everywhere, they rule the heart so they rule ferality in a way, diving back into their lion roots and fully delving into the fact that they are the rulers of the jungle and rulers of the world.

“Be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root

And watches the slowing and starving of troops

And, lover, be good to me.

Be there and just as you stand or be like the rose that you hold in your hand

That will grow bold in a barren and desolate land

Oh, lover, be good to me.”

Virgo Mars [Mars in 6th]

When I picture Virgo Mars at its most feral state I can clearly gaze upon an open field, a deer nosing at grass only to be pounced on by a random predator, yet Virgo represents both the predator and the prey, enforcing balance and really honoring nature fully. Virgo Mars is one of the most ferocious and determined martian placement because they understand how to use the life around them to their advantage. Failure is impossible because they are always ten steps ahead of everyone else. They understand balance, both aggressiveness, and peacefulness.

“With the war of the fire, my heart moves to its feet

Like the ashes of ash, I saw eyes in the heat

Feel it soft and as pure as snow, fell in love with the fire long ago

With each love I could lose, I was never the same

Watch it still live in roofs, be consumed by the flame

I was fixed on your hand of gold, laying waste of my lovin' long ago”

Libra Mars [Mars in 7th]

When I picture Libra Mars at its most feral state, I see a person walking into a mossy lake only to never come out again. There is a slight underestimation when people first get to know the Libra Mars. This martian placement matches up with tricky Aphrodite, Libra mars has secrets they dont want unturned, they have a hidden past that they want to be kept to themselves because they are never the people they were a few moments ago. They are evolving and healing, rubbing soil on their open wounds to grow into a new version of themselves.

“I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night, the bugs and the dirt.

Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you.

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.”

Scorpio Mars [Mars in 8th]

When I picture Scorpio Mars at its most feral state, there is a black burning tree in the middle of the falling snow, crackling and popping and falling to the pieces onto blankets of snow only to keep burning. Mars takes a different approach in this rulership, it is calculated, ready, and sure of whatever move is to be made as if it has been practiced for quite some time. There is no defeating a Scorpio mars, only succumbing, bending to its will, and praying that they will take mercy on your soul.

“If I was born as a blackthorn tree, I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you

Fuel the pyre of your enemies.

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?

Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze?

Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?

Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?”

Sagittarius Mars [Mars in 9th]

When I picture Sagittarius Mars at its most feral state, I see the serpent in the garden of Eden sliding on its belly and offering an option of freedom, going against the grain of submissiveness. Sagittarius Mars tends to ooze this raw sex appeal that stems from their confidence & their need to question the life around them, never satisfied by what is given to them, instead they leave their own mark on the world before them by embracing individuality and moving along their own path.

“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found.

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground.

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice,

Imagine being loved by me.”

Capricorn Mars [Mars in 10th]

When I picture Capricorn Mars at its most feral state, I imagine the fall of an empire, a civilization, a society, forced to come to terms with the fact that its reign has come to an end. Mars in exalt, arguably one of the most powerful placements to have in the natal chart, there isn’t a way to prevent the energy of a Capricorn Mars, they are backed by Saturn, two malefic energies combining to create an unbeatable power and manifesting as strength in the native who claims this energy.

“It's the light, and it's the obstacle that casts it

It's the heat that drives the light, It's the fire it ignites,

It's not the waking, it's the rising.

It's not the song, it is the singing.

It's the heaven of a human spirit ringing.

It is the bringing of the line, It is the bearing of the rhyme

It's not the waking, it's the rising.”

Aquarius Mars [Mars in 11th]

When I picture Aquarius Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a group of nude women, dancing around an intense fire, the full moon shining only for them as they howl out into the wind. Aquarius Mars is a placement that understands how to honor their roots and get back in touch with themselves to move to the future. They use their past to propel them into new opportunities and to become a higher version of themselves. There is no obstructing this futuristic placement, eyes steady on the prize that remains up ahead.

“When you move, I can recall something that's gone from me

When you move honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free.

So move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree,

You do it naturally, move me, baby.”

Pisces Mars [Mars in 12th]

When I picture Pisces Mars at its most feral state, I envision a floating sailor, sinking in with each song that leaves the siren’s voice only to realize that it is too late as the last of air leaves their lungs and they now become one with the siren. Pisces Mars has the gift of “innocence” that people project onto them and they understand how to use it to their advantage and come out on top. Deception is a mastered tool but doesn’t negate the fact that they are simply seductive and persuasive and hold power that many are unaware of. They should continue to move carefully and use their “faults” to their benefit.

“Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh,

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.

Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet.

In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete,

Wonder if better now having survived.

The jarring of judgment and reason's defeat.

The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth; I'm alive.”

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fluorescent adolescent [7]

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summary: angry and upset at the way she was treated, indie gets her revenge on an oblivious jj. however, not before she gets the release her touch-starved body has been craving in his absence.

warnings: sexual content. dirty talk. public sex. underage drinking. angst. swearing.

There weren’t many skills in life that Indie Routledge had mastered; she was considered by most as a give-it-a-go kind of girl. Well, that was until it came to math, as Pope Heyward had come to realise after attempting to explain algebraic equations to her. Let’s just say, Indie thought of algebra as more of a foreign language, rather than a sub-branch of math. Cheerleading during her freshman year faired far better - motivation-wise, at least. The brief, three week period in which Indie had somehow made it onto Kildare County High’s award-winning cheerleading team had been plagued with a plethora of slips, trips and falls. A sprained ankle - and a broken nose on Thalia Ramos’ part - had swiftly ended the young Routledge girl’s career as a flyer. However, her career as an electric guitarist, not-so-astonishingly, was even shorter. After two weeks of out-of-tune strumming and accompanying tone deaf vocals, Big John had gently suggested that she retire from the demanding world of rock and roll and had promptly sold the guitar to a friend of a friend; not to mention, Wonderwall was banned from the Routledge household for the foreseeable.

However, there was one thing that she had come to master during her fifteen trouble-filled years on this godforsaken planet - besides raising absolute hell for her at-a-loss brother. Grudges. Indie Routledge could hold a grudge longer, and harder, than the best of them. There was no escaping the feisty, sharp-tongued hellcat’s wrath once you had entered into the notorious realms of her bad side. From the intense, acrimonious death glares, to the caustic, bitter snipes of her venomous tongue, to the suffocating quiet of her silent treatment; you would bare witness to it all, as the insufferably oblivious JJ Maybank had come to find out the hard way.

As his bare, sun-soaked shoulders leant against the cushioned back of the bench, he peeled the sweat-ridden skin of his thighs from the scolding leather and rested his hips nonchalantly on the edge of the seat. He brought the freshly-opened can of beer up to his lips - taking a long and generous sip - as the scorching, mid-day sun beat down above him. The reflective lenses of his off-brand sunglasses covered his murky, cobalt eyes, allowing him to shamelessly devour her curvaceous silhouette from the opposite side of the deck. His tongue dragged lazily along the chapped ridges of his bottom lip as her dainty fingertips bunched around the faded, stone-washed fabric of her over-sized t-shirt, pulling the garment up and over her tousled top-knot.

“Dude,” Pope’s reprimanding voice attempted to pull the shaggy-haired blonde from his hormone-induced trance, accompanied by an abrupt slap against his shoulder, “he’d kill you if he saw you looking at Indie like that.” Despite his quite adamant disapproval, the usually soft-spoken boy couldn’t resist taking a swift glance in Indie’s direction; the ruched, ivory bikini - which only just covered her most intimate of areas - was a stark contrast against her bronzed, olive-toned complexion, that glistened celestially under the Mid-Atlantic sun. She was utterly a sight to behold, and that fact was undeniable - no matter who you were to John B.

“I’m just admiring the scenery,” JJ responded somewhat casually, an air of dismissiveness present within his gravelly tone. However, whilst the blasé words that so effortlessly rolled off his tongue indicated one thing, his inconspicuous eyes suggested another; behind the over-sized, reflective glasses, his cerulean orbs were drinking in her scandalously-clad, slender figure and indulging themselves in all of her glorious liberties. His searing gaze fixated on her cleavage, refusing to relent as she obliviously leant forwards in an attempt to reach the tanning oil - the thin fabric of her bikini shifting ever so slightly to expose even more of her chest to him. A haughty, brazen smirk tugged briefly at the corners of his lips as he revelled in the sight before him; whilst Indie merely sported B cups, her boobs were delightfully perky and the two spear-headed, titanium bars which penetrated either side of her taut, rosy nipples were a definite turn on for him.

Leisurely regaining her posture, she adjusted the loosely-tied string of her bikini top, which had slipped uncomfortably high up her back. The lackadaisical movements allowed her to flaunt the perfect amount of sun-kissed side boob, and showcase the heart-shaped, do-it-yourself stick and poke tattoo that had been drunkenly carved into the left side of her rib cage. A lustful moan vigorously clawed at the back of JJ’s throat, desperate to surpass his beer-soaked lips and resonate through the salt-laced, open-ocean air. He suppressed the ungodly groan with a subtle cough as his hazy, indigo eyes continued to follow her cleavage - her love-marked breasts bouncing ever so slightly with each sprightly step she made towards him.

“Will you?” the sultry melody of Indie’s voice diverted Pope’s rigid gaze from the calm, distant waves of the horizon. His deep umber eyes swiftly fell upon the half-empty bottle of tanning oil, which she had half-heartedly thrust in his general direction - purposefully avoiding her barely-clothed silhouette at all costs. He would be downright lying to himself if he refused to admit that she was a radiantly beautiful temptress, and that the odd inappropriate thought hadn’t grudgingly crept it’s way into his typically innocent mind on occasion, but he knew it was wrong on so many levels; if he existed in the Garden of Eden, then Indie Routledge was the forbidden fruit that devilishly taunted him from the evergreen trees above. She was his best friend’s little sister, after all.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he admitted solemnly, bringing his almost-empty can of tepid beer to his lips. Once again, his cautious, mocha eyes concentrated on anywhere but her exposed physique as they peered above the metal rim, settling on her luminous, cinnamon orbs out of safety. Indie’s signature pout painted her olive complexion as her neatly-plucked eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Pope stared back at her with a deadpan expression - as if it were completely obvious as to why he refused to place his sinless hands on her sun-drenched, bikini-clad body.

Outstretching his upturned palm, JJ interjected their conversation with a nonchalant offer, “give it here.” Indie was forced to finally acknowledge his presence after a prolonged period of subjecting him to her soul-crushing silent treatment, eventually allowing her mahogany eyes to fall upon his relaxed, shirtless silhouette as a sour scowl contorted her doll-like features. Her cold, impassive gaze trailed along the toned lengths of his athletic body as she silently mulled over her next move. She so desperately wanted to stand her ground with him, however a subtle arching upwards of his untamed eyebrow saw her reluctantly caving in to his demands with a defeated exhale.

“Just know that you were the last resort,” her vicious tongue sniped with it’s venom-laced words, as she forcefully placed the tanning oil down in his hand - the grease-coated bottle slapping loudly against his calloused palm on impact.

Pope let out a rapid breath of air in the form of an uncomfortable whistle tone before standing from the scorching, leather seat, “I’ll leave you two to it then.” His bare feet padded against the blistering fibreglass decking at an increasing pace, cautious not to burn the already sensitive skin of the undersides of his feet, as he approached the similarly scolding ladder. Wisely, he opted to launch his sculpted, over-heating body into the sweet, frigid relief of the open waters, instead of slowly and painfully descending down the fire-like steps.

In a sanctimonious display, Indie swiftly swivelled on the heels of her feet, leaving the teal-eyed boy with the glorious sight of her voluptuously pert ass. The corners of his upper lip twitched ever so slightly - a satisfied smirk creeping across his chiselled, stubble-lined features for a fleeting moment as he insolently admired the sight before him. She, however, stared out into the distant waves, observing intently as the remaining pogues frolicked carelessly around in the placid waves.

His audacious fingertips took it upon themselves to curl beneath the double-knotted ties of her bikini bottoms, inching her hour-glass figure ever close to him until he could feel the smooth lengths of her sun-kissed legs against his. The warm palms of his hands wandered the short distance to her voluptuous hips, applying a gentle touch of pressure to guide her petite frame into his welcoming lap; his ring-cladded hands carrying a certain authoritative and domineering contingence that Indie simply couldn’t ignore.

With his paw-like palms coated in a generous amount of tanning oil, JJ began tenderly caressing the dainty, sun-kissed broads of her shoulders - his masterful thumbs massaging the coconut-scented product into her skin in soothing circles. Indie’s incandescent eyes fluttered closed as her tense, aching muscles reluctantly relaxed under his delicate fingertips, an almost inaudible moan of satisfaction slipping out from between her slightly parted lips. Seven painfully long days and pining-filled nights had passed since she had last felt the invigorating touch of his fingertips against her searing skin, and the mere, innocent gesture of him rubbing in her tanning oil was slowly - but surely - beginning to douse the week-long, burning rage which she had directed towards him.

“You like that, hmm?” he hummed imperiously, his tone low and gravelly as his thin lips grazed ever so lightly against the soft skin of her neck with each spoken word. Her slender arms pricked with goosebumps - almost as if on cue - as she felt the faint scruffs of his stubble tickle against her exposed collarbone, and his taunting lips curl upwards into a haughty, satisfied smirk. In truth be told, JJ Maybank had missed their secret, intimate rendezvous; he longed for the subtle hint of watermelon that lingered on her plump, luscious lips and hankered for the euphoric sensation of her tight, dripping pussy clenching around his painfully hard dick once more.

“I’d like it a lot better if you shut up,” Indie spat with a sour tongue.

“Hey, watch the mouth, madam, before I put it to good use,” JJ responded with a playful warning, mistaking her seething snipes as her infamous, satire-laced flirting. The smug smile which had painted itself across his defined, rosy-tinged features grew ever so slightly, as the mischievous tips of his stubby fingers toyed with the loosely-tied knot of her bikini top. Teasingly, he pulled the thin, ivory band towards him before abruptly letting go - allowing the lax elastic to snap somewhat gently against her spine; of course, it wasn’t anything too rigorous, just a little something to capture and secure her attention.

“Try it, I dare you,” her dark, mahogany eyes peered upwards at the taller, shaggy-haired blonde, the back of her head resting comfortably against the brawny muscles of his squared-off shoulder, “I’m in a biting mood.” His murky, indigo eyes met with hers as his wandering palms slipped casually beneath the double-knotted tie and continued to carefully massage the sweet-smelling oil into her beautifully bronzed skin in effortless, gentle, circular motions. She was facing a real confliction of emotions in that moment; the insolent smirk which, not so graciously, graced his sunburnt complexion fanned the flames of her hurt-fuelled hatred towards him - however, the way his masterful hands tenderly caressed her back doused the fire just as rapidly.

“Mhmm, there’s that attitude that I love so much,” JJ countered her fiery quip with a lighthearted chuckle. His beer-stained lips placed several sloppy kisses into her tamed, chestnut tangles as he allowed his free-spirited hands to dauntlessly inch around her front. Indie’s gaze dropped - suddenly - to the two bear-like palms that had brazenly slithered beneath the thin, ruched material and cupped both her petite, bouncing breasts in a domineering hold. His audacious hands were pleasantly warm as they sensually fondled her cleavage - his masterful thumbs working every inch of her hickey-littered skin as heavy, jagged breaths surpassed her chapstick-coated lips. A quiet, lascivious whine echoed between them as his gentle fingertips toyed with her nipple piercing, twirling the titanium rods around in a painfully slow motion.

“The only thing you love is the sound-” Indie’s vindictive words were crudely interrupted by an elated gasp forcing it’s way out from the depths of her throat, as his mischievous fingers flicked against her hardened nipple. Frustrated by his teasing touches, she sunk her two front teeth into the rose-tinted flesh of her bottom lip in a desperate bid to discourage the searing, sensuous heat that was promptly building between her sun-soaked thighs.

“What was that, Squirt?” his taunting, husky voice questioned. Her terracotta eyes had focused themselves on the frayed, princess-printed beach towel that laid flat against the opposing, leather cushions, but she just knew from the blatant mocking in his inflections that an overbearing, pompous beam had plastered itself across stubble-lined features. This only enraged the dainty, sour-tongued virago further.

“The only thing you-” she began again, her tone significantly lower, resembling more of a resentful and infuriated growl. However, her malicious words were once again disrupted by a second high-pitched, pleasure-filled gasp as the calloused tip of his thumb flicked against her excited nipple once again and his sumptuous, massaging motions became increasingly more rigorous. As valiant as they were, her efforts to smother the lustful heat emanating from between her now clamped together thighs were futile - as her scant bikini bottoms dampened with desire.

Feeling the drenched material clinging against the exposed skin of this muscular thighs, JJ’s audacious fingertips retreated from the comforting shelter of her bikini top. Painstakingly slow and ever so lightly, he traced the concave outline of her hour-glass figure until he reached the soaking wet haven of her bikini bottoms. His chapped, beer-laced lips found a sweet spot nestled within the crook of her neck and began their salacious assault, as his work-worn palms allowed themselves to forcefully slip between the crack in her love-marked thighs. JJ proceeded to prise them apart with an authoritative touch of pressure, having her spread her bare, sun-drenched legs so he had full and unrestricted access to her gloriously sodden core.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he informed in his trademark, throaty tone - although he knew in his bones she wouldn’t; Indie Routledge had gone seven days without his tantalising, expert touch and her svelte, slightly-toned body was evidently just as touch-starved as his own.

Slipping his ring-clad finger beneath the utterly soaked fabric of her bikini bottoms, he ran a teasing stripe along her dampened folds - drawing a long, lecherous moan from the back of her throat. His sharpened teeth grazed against the now mauve-tinged patch of skin as his thumb found her acutely sensitive bud of nerves. He worked a, gentle at first, series of figure eight motions against her swollen clit, enticing a melodic symphony of pleasure-filled purrs and whines from between her slightly parted lips. With each passing second, his masterful motions grew rougher and more abrupt.

Pushing the juice-soaked fabric entirely to the side, he lathered both his middle and ring finger in her pearl-like nectar before thrusting them into her yearning warmth. Instinctively, Indie clamped her dainty palm across her mouth, muffling the emphatic, enraptured moans that soon followed his fast-paced thrusts. JJ abandoned his rhythmic figure eight motions as he focused solely on thrusting his fingers deep and hard into her dripping core - expertly curling them up against her delicate pleasure point. Her voluptuous hips rocked in synchronisation with his rapid momentum, the cool metal of his rings contrasting against the sweltering heat of her pussy.

Squeezing her clouded, cinnamon eyes shut, Indie released a barrage of sinful expletives and high-pitched moans into the safety of her clasped hand. She could feel the beginnings of her much-anticipated high building in the pit of her stomach as the already tight walls of her soaking pussy contracted around his stubby fingers. With a pleased-with-himself smile still contorting his sunburnt complexion, his thumb returned to it’s previous salacious cycle of pressing rigorous circular motions against her delicate rose bud. Her lubed-up walls clamped hard around his silver signet ring and he took this as his cue to hastily retreat from her warmth.

“Don’t you dare,” she whimpered at the sudden loss of contact - fury detectable in her strained, stringent tone. A low, tormenting laugh vibrated from the depths of his vocal chords as he nectar-drenched fingers drew cursive patterns against her inner thighs.

Minutes dragged by as his hazy, teal eyes watched her heaving chest regain it’s gentle composure, before plunging his two long and stubby fingers back into the depths of her still soaking core. Indie’s head subconsciously threw itself backwards - resting against the burly broads of his shoulders - as his pace quickened with each vigorous thrust. JJ’s calloused thumb found her swollen clit once more, reprising his previous cycle of sensuous figure eight motions alongside his momentous thrusts. Salacious moans continued to spill from between her chapstick-coated lips as she allowed his free hand to guide her seductive curves into a synchronised rocking - forcibly meeting against the juice-soaked balls of his knuckles. Once again, the rigid clamping of her core’s warm and nectar-stained walls around his masterful fingers triggered JJ’s hasty retreat - still sporting the imperious smirk which Indie had come to loathe with a searing passion.

“I hate you,” she spat, overwhelmingly frustrated. Taking charge of the unfolding situation, Indie’s lavender-painted fingertips tensed around his bracelet-clad wrist - dragging his loosely clenched fist back between the hickey-painted plains of her inner thighs.

“If you hate me, you wouldn’t want me doing this, would you?” his gravelly, sardonic tone tormented as his juice-stained fingers found themselves thrusting themselves vigorously back into the warm depths of her forbidden fruit. With great difficulty, she suppressed the raucous whines and elated moans which clawed desperately at the back of her throat as she indulged herself in the lascivious contact between them. Several sloppy, rigid plunges had her yearning, touch-starved centre clenching tightly around his fist for a third time. JJ - once again - attempted to deny the cinnamon-haired hellcat her release; however, her juice-stained thighs reacted much quicker than he could and clamped themselves together - trapping his teasing fingers within her sodden core. She was desperate for a release.

“Alright, you win, pretty girl,” JJ cooed into her ear, a deep laugh resonating through the salt-laced, mid-ocean air. Cautiously, her thighs relaxed their rigid hold around his bruised-covered fist and allowed his dauntless fingertips to ease back into their fast-paced thrusts. Within seconds, Indie was bordering on the edge of her orgasm for a fourth time; her hankering walls fell into a desirous cycle of clenching and un-clenching around his juice-covered knuckles in anticipation of the euphoric high she had been craving all week and her lecherous whines filled the oppressive, muggy air surrounding them. One set of ballerina-shaped fingernails dug themselves into the burly flesh of his thigh as the other carelessly sunk into the clammy palm of her hand - her dainty fist contracted into a tight ball as she bit down into the tanning-oil-covered flesh in a successful attempt to silence her pleasure-filled screams.

“Fuck, I wanna feel that tight pussy clenching around my dick so bad,” the shaggy-haired blonde let out a carnal groan - his chapped lips capturing hers in a steamy, lascivious kiss. Everything about their raunchy embrace was sloppy, needy and unchaste as his large, sweat-riddled palms guided her enticing hips so that they faced his. Her petite knees sat either side of his shirtless, athletic silhouette - trapping him beneath her aching, eager pussy.

“Mhmm?” Indie taunted with a sultry hum, her plump, luscious lips remaining in a salacious synchrony with his. Grinding her nectar-soaked heat against the very tip of his hardened dick, she felt his pulsing length continuing to grow as it strained uncomfortably against the unforgiving fabric of his swim shorts. Her desperate fingertips combed through the tousled waves of his fair locks, tugging carelessly on the straw-like ends.

“Mhmm,” JJ struggled to responded, his hormone-focused brain transfixed on the euphoric sensation of her damp, clothed pussy rubbing against his dick.

“Too bad, pretty boy,” she purred against her earlobe, her tone swiftly transforming from one thick with desire and lust to one laced with bitterness and revulsion, “you better sort yourself out before John B sees.” Adapting his harsh words from the previous week, she spoke with the same causticity and sourness - completely removing her scandalously-clad figure from his yearning grasp. An acidic scowl contorted her bronzed, doll-like features as her darkened, sorrel eyes bore into his unphased.

“What the fuck?” he questioned with an un-amused groan, completely perplexed by her abruptly sudden turn of mood. His still cum-drenched hand reached out to coil around her dainty wrist and coax her back into his welcoming lap - however, as his ring-cladded fingertips clasped onto her, she snatched herself from his grasp with a cold and impassive stare. “What is the matter with you, huh?” his now highly-frustrated tone pushed for anything resembling an explanation, “you’ve been one hell of a bitch all week and it’s wearing pretty fucking thin, India.”

“Did you just call me-” the utter shock of his use of her government name stopped her from finishing her exclamation - the venom-filled, rage-fuelled words getting caught in the back of her throat. Her bare, exposed chest heaved with jagged breaths as she struggled to contain her anger; JJ Maybank had never - not once - ever referred to her as India in the eight years that he had known her, until now. Indie’s cheeks flushed an enraged rouge, as did the tops of her ears, as she finally reached her boiling point. “Do you know what, Jesse James? You’re a real piece of shit. Fuck you, and your one inch wonder. I’m done with you and whatever this is.”

“This,” JJ gestured between the two of them with his forefinger, “isn’t anything. You’re just a smart-mouthed little girl seeking out attention that she can’t handle, and I’m not fucking entertaining it anymore.”

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The Crown’s Matthew Goode and Helena Bonham Carter will be lending their voices to the forthcoming adult animated film ’The House’ on Netflix.

You can look for the full lineup from ANGLOPHENIA BBC America here!

Casting News: Matthew Goode And Helena Bonham Carter To Star In Animated Comedy [Film] 'The House'

Matthew Goode and Helena Bonham Carter have signed up to appear in The House, an upcoming animated anthology series in the works at Netflix.

Enola Holmes' Susan Wokoma, two-time Oscar nominee Miranda Richardson, Game of Thrones alum Paul Kaye, and Friday Night Dinner's Mark Heap have also signed up for roles in the stop motion animation series, Deadline reports.

Split into three "chapters," The House will tell three dark and surreal stories about the individuals who make a particular house their home. In the first chapter, Goode will voice the role of Raymond, a father hoping to better his family's circumstances. Bonham Carter will grace the third chapter as Jen, a character who is described as an "eccentric tenant." It's not much of a character description, but somehow seems to suit "HBC" perfectly.

"The characters in The House, albeit in different ways, are all trying to make sense of the world and their place within it. It’s about their flawed attempt to conform to an idea of who they think they are or who they think they ought to be," said producer Charlotte Bavasso. "Whether they manage to break free or not. We couldn’t have dreamt of a better cast: they all embraced the heart of those existentialist comedies and the uniquely caustic sense of humor of our visionary filmmakers and writer in spectacular ways."

In the meantime, you can catch Matthew Goode in the new season of A Discovery of Witches, which begins Sunday, June 27 at 7pm ET on AMC. Or alternatively, you can watch full episodes here as soon as you like. We can also look forward to Helena Bonham Carter voicing BBC America's new, forthcoming natural history series Eden: Untamed Planet.

#matthew goode #helena bonham carter #the crown netflix #the crown #the house #casting news #thecrownnet

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thealiaamir · 3 years

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Lilith

History:

Lilith was the original Eve, created from the same soil as Adam. Her name comes from the Babylonian “Lilitu” meaning “female demon” or “wind spirit”. When Adam insisted that he should be dominant, Lilith dared to question him. After all, they were crafted from the same Earth. She wished only to be equal, but was demonized for this. She was, thus, cast out of Eden. Allegedly, she created thousands of demon spawn and devoured infants by the bucketful. These accusations are falsehoods, crafted by those fearful of her righteous autonomy. Any havoc Lilith wrought was only out of woundedness, like the actions of a feral animal. She was shunned for speaking truth.

The “me too” movement is an expression of Lilith, where women show solidarity for the abuses they’ve suffered in silence. It is Lilith who exposes patriarchal corruption. Women become likened to banshees when they dare show rage. However, it would be limited to interpret Lilith only from the perspective of gender-based conflict. She is pure gut-instinct and extends far beyond sexual independence.

Lilith represents one’s ability to say “no” to what doesn’t feel right. She is pure root-chakra wisdom. The knowledge of the earth, muddy and messy. In one’s chart, she shows where you can become in-touch with your own body-wisdom. It’s this feeling in your stomach that says “heck yes!!!” or “this person makes my skin crawl.” Such intuition doesn’t align with left-brained, scientific modes of analysis.

The Signs/Houses:

Much like the asteroid chiron, Lilith represents a rejection wound in one’s chart. It’s where you speak your truth and no one wants to hear it. You put your heart on the line, but your desire for connection made someone cringe. You state your needs, and people ask “why do you have to be so difficult???” All you want is for someone to see the ferocious warmth beneath your intensity.

*if you have Lilith aspecting a planet, read the description for the sign it rules. Ex: sun would be Leo, Mercury would be Virgo or Gemini*

Aries/1st house: Daring to express oneself. The human embodiment of Lilith. Carnal. Someone who is known for butting heads with others. Notorious warrior. Fighting for the underdog is a part of one’s identity. Poster-boy of rejection wounds. Someone who feels like they’re “too much”, either bottling themselves up or living up to the expectation. Starting fights and then running to lick your wounds. Riling people up to get the negative attention you’re accustomed to. Truthfully, desiring authentic love that’s not based on filtering your personality into something more palatable.

Taurus/2nd house: someone who was told their desires are wrong. Being told you’re gluttonous for taking care of basic needs. Primal, all-consuming hunger. Eating disorders and shameful indulgence. A desire to consume one thing until you get sick of it. Ferociously guarding personal belongings and beliefs. Hoarding. A strong need to listing to one’s body, even if what it asks for doesn’t match conventional wisdom. Bullied for one’s weight. Earthly intuition. An unadulterated love for oneself that makes others uncomfortable. Intoxicatingly stubborn. Harsh & deep-set standards of morality.

Gemini/3rd house: saying things about people that hit a little too close to home. The thought process is primal. Knowing why people say the things they say. Reading people like a book. Ruthlessly pointing out falsehoods. Lilith is the trickster here, wearing many masks. Infamous for being inconsistent. Obsession with social dynamics, due to past rejection by “the tribe”. An outcast during school years. Extreme fear of missing out. Hiding taboo thoughts for fear of rejection. Unable to learn in a conventional fashion. Reading about the occult, depth psychology, myths, and anything else focusing on the core of human nature.

Cancer/4th house: the mother as an untamable Lilith figure. Standing up for one’s relatives. Someone with a dubious past. Mother was deemed insane or illogical. Black sheep. Feral obsession with comfort. Finding comfort in brutal honesty and ruthless emotional depth. Being deemed “impossible to live with”. High standard of living. Needing to set boundaries with one’s family and living situation. Controversial self-care. Knowing what truly matters. Fierce protector of the young and helpless. Savage goddess of the hearth. Periodic seclusion within one’s cave. Emotions take on a life of their own, going in bestial rampages.

Leo/5th house: Being ruthless becomes a game. The sin of unfiltered selfhood, becoming demonized for having fun. Toying with people’s hearts. Love/hate relationships. Compulsive validation needs. Hobbies may be taboo or the parents could’ve encouraged them to keep to themselves. Flames of desire emanate, pulsing like pyrotechnics. Rejected during childhood games. If they have kids, they’re likely the brutally honest sort. Children provide surprising bits of wisdom. This is someone who feels guilt for wanting to live a little. Unfiltered emotional expression can be too much for others. Heart swells at the slightest provocation. Needs to do what is simply in their nature, as those who matter will honor their authenticity.

Virgo/6th house: Compulsive organizational systems that seem illogical to others. Angry cleaning. Power of the gut-brain connection. Nature’s way of healing itself, clashing with the business of modern medicine. Disagreeable coworkers, or disagreeing with them yourself. Infamous at your place of work. The intestines strongly reject certain foods, so that you have to listen carefully. The diet may fluctuate daily. Acquired knowledge about nutrition and health may be of the controversial variety (carnivore diet, intuitive medicine, low oxalates, etc). Routines which may appear feral, but ground one in their body. People may take your high strandards personally, as they don’t know how to set boundaries themselves. A knot in your stomach tells you if something isn’t good for you.

Libra/7th house: Others are a mirror for the part of you that possesses unabated self-knowledge. Attracted to people ruled by irrational instinct. Must be careful to set clear boundaries in interactions with others. Compulsive need to interact and form partnerships, which may overwhelm others. Wild charm. Demonizing others. Wanting someone to teach you how to think for yourself. Partner helps you return to & nourish your body. Guttural wisdom exchanged in daily interactions. Best friend is someone incredibly grounded, who lives authentically. You demonize or idolize those who think for themselves.

Scorpio/8th house: psychoanalyzing others before they can do they same to you. A lifestyle that allows for a great deal of secrecy. Obscure & impenetrable. Unreavealing of cavernous depths of feeling, because they fear no one is brave enough to explore these shadows. Making people uncomfortable by purging every secret at once. Being abandoned once you reveal your true self. People offering “gifts” with treacherous strings attached. Unhealthy relationship dynamics- one person is running while the other is chasing. Being stalked or doing the stalking. Unearthing other’s rejection wounds. Shamanic. Concealed impulses. Instinctual need for closeness, where everything is shared. Their “soul mate” is someone ruthless.

Sagittarius/9th house: Too much to handle. Cycles of binging and purging. Living a life of excess. May attract questionable travel companions. Worldview is based on sharing hard truths to all who will listen. This is not someone who minces their words, though they’ve been told time and time again to keep their mouths shut. Their opinions are of the controversial variety, though they are rarely wrong. Arguments are a playground. Saying “no” to the religious doctrine pushed upon you as a child. A skeptic, because they know better in their gut. Higher education brings out compulsive tendencies. May confront teachers & all traditional knowledge. Tearing self-proclaimed gurus down with sharp wit.

Capricorn/10th house: Social pariah. Sex symbol. Businesses that involve female empowerment. Glitzy. Destined to become infamous. Dense and frenzied energy remains when you leave the room. Man-eater. Insatiable need for recognition, tearing one’s way through the corporate ladder. Symbol of truth. Breaking out of the box society has placed you in. The father/dominant parent may have been a “difficult” person. Lack of respect for false or corrupt authority. Innate power. “Bad cop”. Sticking it to the man. Fear of subordination. Intimidating competence and confidence. Cimmerian. Public symbol of authenticity. Honest evaluation of societal structures. Organized chaos.

Aquarius/11th house: Friendship isn’t taken lightly. May associate with controversial people. Freaks. Love/hate relationship towards humanity. Scaring aqaintances. Inundating society with knowledge they’re not yet ready for. Untethered. Jealousy towards those who meld into groups, causing them to further isolate. A reject, estranged from reality. Diabolical. Deep desire to be included. Obsession with what everyone else is doing. Violent subcultures. Strangers invading the native’s personal space, or vice versa. Electric compulsions, jolting the native out of old ways of being. These sudden consciousness shifts perturb others. Radical awareness of the body. They’ve been told to keep their visions of the future to themselves. The divine feminine is crowned in a fluorescent blue halo, lifted above the earth by undulating nimbus clouds.

Pisces/12th house: Beastial dreamscape. The Feminine Wild is both feared and revered. Fantasies of standing up for yourself. Trouble accessing your instinctive and earthy side. Conduit for collective delirium. Dissolution. Substance abuse. Ignoring instinct is your self-undoing. Surrendering autonomy. Deemed too hysterical, sensitive, and irresponsible. Freedom comes from claiming spiritual dominion. Knowing what your dreams and subconscious yearnings mean, becoming defensive when people dismiss your interpretations. Crawling out of your skin. Arcane knowledge via escapism. Odd methods of psychological mending.

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canvasofthecosmos · 5 years

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Lilith- Truth Coming out of Her Well to Shame Mankind

(Painting by Jean-Léon Gérôme)

History:

The Signs/Houses:

*if you have Lilith aspecting a planet, read the description for the sign it rules. Ex: sun would be Leo, Mercury would be Virgo or Gemini*

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tvrundown USA 2021.08.28

Saturday, August 28th:

(streaming): Love Island UK (hulu), Burger Truck Brawl (DSC+, next 2 eps), Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha (netflix, Korean rom-com series premiere)

(original made-for-TV movies): "Killer Cheer Mom" (LIFE, 2hrs++), "Sweet Pecan Summer" (HALL, 2hrs), "Pom Poms and Payback" (LIFE, ~2hrs)

(other highlights): "Eden: Untamed Planet" (AMC|BBCAm, ~75mins, docuseries finale), Young Dylan (NICK, repeat) / / Nickelodeon's Unfiltered (NICK)

(latenight "Toonami" [adultswim]): Fena Pirate Princess, My Hero Academia, Yashahime Princess Half-Demon, Food Wars!, Black Clover, Naruto Shippuden

#HometownChaChaCha #television

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This first Chapter of ‘The forest and its teeth’ was proofread by the amazingly sweet @haro-whumps. Thank you a lot for this and all the things I learned from your comments. They were also a delight to read while editing <3

Tag list: @broken-horn @finder-of-rings @haro-whumps @voidwhump2 (if you don’t want to be tagged in this pls let me know)

First a hunger plagued our world, equal to none. We searched and searched, desperate for a solution, and as we finally found one a forest of flowers swallowed our world whole.

Wastelands and cities blossomed into a garden, Eden. The planet became a manmade god of roots and spores. Unfathomable. Merciless.

And we were cast out of our own creation, like we were cast out of the garden. The forest was no place for humans.

The world may have forgotten hunger, but we would always know about the creatures that lurked in those omniferous woods. Creatures with mouths bigger than our own. We knew that we were the ones who put them there.

The warm summer breeze carried a whiff of lavender from the safe zone’s border into the village and made Charlotte’s translucent blouse cling to her sweaty skin, tickling her pale thighs as she strolled through dusty streets.

People laughed as they hurried past her and Kaja, carrying fresh bread, flower garlands, and pieces of fruit to the marketplace. The Bromberg twins chased after a roly-poly, screaming as the poor creature scuttled up a rooftop, escaping its fade as a chitin-shelled pony knock-off. Charlotte felt giddy just thinking about tonight’s feast. She’d seen Mara run around the orphanage with a strawberry bigger than her head today, declaring it the undefeatable champion among the offerings.

Kaja chattered beside her, overflowing with life as they slowly made their way out the village center. Charlotte had always found her effervescence oddly infectious, and wished she had more in common with the blonde, toothy-smiled woman than just blue eyes and their love for dancing. But where Kaja was all round, warm cheeks with a heart soft as her belly, Charlotte had always been rough edged, restless, untamable, much like her unruly copper curls.

“I wonder how big the watermelons will be this year. Hey Charlotte, say, do you think six people will fit in one this time?!”

“Six toddlers maybe,” Charlotte jested. “You should know the mutation cycle needs more than a year to double plants in size.”

Her eyes flitted over the forest, its endless expanse encircling the village’s border. Some colossal trees in the far distance cast the land under them in darkness, colored patches on maps eternally midnight-black.

“But what is our knowledge worth anyway?”

“Party pooper.” Kaja grinned, long skirt puffing as she twirled around. “We’ve got a festival to organize. There’s no time for long faces.”

Charlotte huffed. “That’s how I always lo-“

“Miss Kaja, Charlotte. Hello!” Boomed Micha’s voice from up ahead, earning him a smile.

He leaned in the bakery’s doorway, flushed cheeks hidden under his cap’s brim. A few black curls stuck up from underneath it and he was covered in specks of flour, white smudges all over his apron and forearms.

Kajas face lit up as they strolled over to the small red house, tucked between the streets curve and a grassy hill, solitary and half swallowed by ivy. Only the display window’s nook was meticulously cut free and filled with cream pies and cookies.

“Hey Micha,” Kaja beamed, “Say, what have you planned for tomorrow?”

A bright smile split his lips and his eyebrows raised conspiratorially as he leaned closer, voice dropped into a whisper. “That’s a secret.”

Charlotte huffed a laugh. “Give us a tip?”

“Nah.” Micha flicked his cap’s brim up. “‘m not gonna spill. Y ’all’ll see tomorrow.”

“Okay mister mysterious. Tomorrow then,” Kaja said, skirt swishing around her ankles as she twirled away, Charlotte right behind her.

Micha flushed red as his brick house, gawking after the two as they strode up the hill road.

“Yeah. See ya.”

Nudging Kaja’s shoulder, Charlotte couldn’t contain a snicker. “Mister mysterious, hm?!”

The tease tinted Kajas cheeks pink. “So what?! Wait till we’re at the farm and you see snail boy again.”

Charlotte bristled, upper lip curling as she hurried ahead to the roadside where little stone steps parted the bushes, cutting their narrow path through thick underwood up to the snail farm.

“He is just- We are just trading books sometimes!”

The old two story house stood proud on its little plateau, encircled by roots so massive they nearly reached its shingle roof. Its bricks were laid one at a time, many summers ago, and little extensions had grown over the years, some extra rooms that stuck out from one side, the kitchen with its thatched roof. The grass surrounding it was short, completely gone in some muddy patches were it had fallen victim to the snail’s insatiable hunger. They roamed the forest floor, finding every new sapling, eating every fresh blossom, and kept the ever growing woods at bay.

Every few days Sahar would herd them onto the orphanage’s grounds, reading while the snails feasted. He would sit in a patch of shadow, nose buried in a book - just like he was sitting now, rested against the root beside the tiny staircase that lead up to the plateau. His short hair stuck up every which way and his dark boots were covered in grass stains. The big silvery-white scar on his right arm was barely visible in the shade.

Charlotte watched with a smile as Sahar pushed a snail’s head down gently, away from the fruit pieces beside him, snickering as it retracted one eye, offended.

“Really Asmodea?! Didn’t I just feed you an hour ago?”

Kaja knocked on the low wooden gate to their front yard and made Sahar flinch. He had always been jumpy, Charlotte wondered.

“Hello. Say, are Moira and Ansgar there?”

The book slipped from his hand as he jumped up and his voice barely carried over the short distance. “Ah, uhm, hi. Yeah I- I’ll go get them. Come in. The- the snails don’t bite.” His nervous smile faltered. “Well, without having teeth and all -uhm-“

He bit his lip, stopping himself, before he hopped over the root and vanished behind big wooden sliding doors into the house.

Charlotte had never been inside the house before, had only ever seen the grey bearded farmer and his wife down in the teahouse chatting with others or when they had to run some errands, back before Sahar had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Since then, he’d been the one to handle their errands, readily shooed this way and that.

Ansgar had simply dragged the boy into the teahouse one day declaring him his new hireling and not bothered to explain where he had come from or how a mere child had survived the outsides?! Eight years later the question still remained, lingered over the dimly lit marketplace like teapot steam, but the people had given their inquisitions up. Their storm of curiosity had burst against the couple’s stone set silence.

Charlotte had barely followed the discussion about the snail riding they planned to organize at the orphanage tomorrow, she was too preoccupied by Sahar entering the living room while he balanced five cups and a teapot on a tray, setting it carefully onto the table. Its wooden surface was worn smooth over countless shared meals and long evenings filled with games and chatter.

A faint eucalyptus smell tickled her nose as Sahar timidly slid a cup over to her and she couldn’t help but wonder how on earth they had gotten their hands on eucalyptus? The last delivery of it had been years ago.

Charlotte watched Sahar drag a stool over from beside the high, over-cramped bookshelf, so small he had to kneel on it to be on eye level with the rest of them, and took a first tentative sip.

Chamomile?! Had her nose played a trick on her?

“We really should get going.” Kaja smiled apologetically. “There’s just so much left to organize. But we’ll come back for another round of tea soon. Right Charlotte?”

She shot Kaja an irritated look and caught Moiras knowing grin. The woman’s slim observant eyes crinkled with her crooked smile. Moira’s greying, artfully pinned locks swished softly as she turned to Sahar. “I’ll bet our little barista will gladly serve you again? Right, Sahar?”

He fidgeted with his tea cup, not looking at anyone as a faint blush rose to his cheeks before mumbling softly, “Yeah.”

Ansgar coughed slightly as he stacked their cups in two neat little piles on the tray. “There’s really lots t’ do. But let’s take ya down the road a bit.”

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 4 years

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Sun Myung Moon’s lost Paraguay Eco-Utopia

▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han visited their Puerto Leda mansion only once.

Outside magazine by Monte Reel February 20, 2013

Full story: https://www.outsideonline.com/1913791/sun-myung-moons-lost-eco-utopia

Extracts:

A decade before his death, Sun Myung Moon—multimillionaire founder of the controversial Unification Church / FFWPU—sent a band of followers deep into the wilds of Paraguay, with orders to build the ultimate utopian community and eco-resort. So how’s that working out? Monte Reel machetes his way toward heaven on Earth.

... In addition to overseeing the church, which he said aimed to fulfill Jesus’ unfinished mission by establishing a new “kingdom of heaven on Earth,” Moon managed vast commercial interests and called himself a messiah. He was frequently accused of cult practices, in part because some of his hundreds of thousands of followers turned over very personal decisions—including the choice of marriage partner—to him. More than a decade ago, Moon told some members of his church that he wanted them to lay the foundation for a new Garden of Eden in one of the least hospitable landscapes on the planet—northern Paraguay.

Moon was notorious for attention-grabbing gestures: conducting mass weddings in Madison Square Garden, taking out full-page ads in major American newspapers to support Richard Nixon during Watergate, spending 13 months in federal prison for tax fraud and conspiracy in the early ’80s. But during the final years of his life, his Eden-building project kept chugging along well out of the public eye, germinating largely unseen in this remote wilderness of mud.

In 2000, Moon paid an undisclosed amount for roughly 1.5 million acres of land fronting the Paraguay River. Most of that property was in a town called Puerto Casado, about 100 miles downriver from Puerto Leda. Moon’s subsidiaries wanted the land to open commercial enterprises ranging from logging to fish farming. But a group of Puerto Casado residents launched a bitter legal battle to nullify the deal. While that controversy continued to divide Paraguayans, the Puerto Leda project proceeded under the radar. Moon turned the land over to 14 Japanese men—“national messiahs,” according to church documents, who were instructed to build an “ideal city” where people could live in harmony with nature, as God intended it. Moon declared that the territory represented “the least developed place on earth, and, hence, closest to original creation.”

... The [twentieth] century brought utopian colonies of Australian socialists, Finnish vegetarians, English pacifists, and German Nazis. They all failed.

So how are Moon’s followers—or Moonies, as they don’t like to be called—holding up? Hard to say. I’m aware of two other journalists who’ve seen Puerto Leda. One, a British Catholic missionary, visited after the first colonists arrived and was unable to fathom their motives. Maybe they were smuggling drugs, she insinuated in a church magazine [The Tablet December 16, 2000].

... By the time I boarded the Aquidaban, I’d begun to suspect that the National Messiahs in Puerto Leda might have no clue we were coming.

[It was a three-day journey] aboard this muggy cargo boat [in 2012].

... one man, a portly Paraguayan navy guard in military fatigues, awaits [Toni Greaves and myself] at the end of the gangplank.

“Do you have repellent?” he asks.

My skin is lacquered in a stiff coat of stale sweat and deet. “Lots.”

“Good,” he says. “You’ll see at night. We can’t even talk to each other because of the mosquitoes that fly into our mouths.”

... The building in front of us has a peaked terra-cotta roof, brick-and-stucco walls, expansive glass windows, and no fewer than five remote-controlled Carrier air-conditioning units. At the front door, a dozen pairs of leather slippers wait for us. “Very Japanese,” Greaves observes. We remove our dirty shoes and take our first steps into Reverend Moon’s Victorious Holy Place.

All is silent. Wilson flips a switch, throwing light on what appears to be a dining hall. The large wooden tables, each covered with a plastic tablecloth, could accommodate about 100 people. They are vacant.

... A few hundred yards from the guard station, I spot a sportfishing boat docked at the riverside. It’s big—about 30 feet long, fiberglass, with a prominent cockpit. I ask Mister Date about it.

“Ah yes,” he says. “Reverend Moon designed that boat himself. It was brought here from New Jersey.”

... Apparently, the True Father’s fishing jones was a deciding factor in the placement of Puerto Leda. Moon first visited the Paraguay River on fishing trips in the 1990s, and by decade’s end he was cruising down it and ordering church members to wade along the muddy banks to plant 63 signposts demarcating the land he had decided to buy.

▲ Japanese “National Messiahs” with Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han (The Heavenly True Parents 天地父母님 ) on September 23, 1999.

In 1999, Moon called his most devoted Japanese followers to join him on a 40-day spiritual retreat outside Fuerte Olimpo, about 25 miles south of Puerto Leda. I’d read a brief description of those days on a church website. One Messiah had written: “It was very hot and we wanted to bathe in the water. But we could not because piranhas would come. It’s a big problem! Also there are problems with ants. One National Messiah became very sick from an ant bite. It’s a dangerous place. There are all these problems, but Father just says, ‘Ah, the purity of nature!’”

... In addition to calling for a return to Original Creation here, he told his devotees, in 2000, that “we need to build the best underwater palace in the world.”

... Near the end of their [40-days] together, Moon instructed them to build an ecologically sustainable city that could serve as a model for the whole world. The plan, such as it was, lacked specifics; not all of the founders agreed on what the city should look like. Yet they forged ahead, determined to create something extraordinary in a place where wilderness reigned.

Now, as I glance at the scene, I see huge dormitory buildings, guesthouses, and sheds for mechanical repairs. I count seven freshwater fish farms, fully stocked with pacu, a toothy species that looks like an overgrown piranha. I see no other people.

“Normally, there are about 10 of us who live here,” Mister Date tells me. “But this week six are away in Asunción. So there are just four now.”

We walk through early-morning light on smooth sidewalks, past manicured gardens of hibiscus and bougainvillea, beside an Olympic-size swimming pool. A young man hired from a nearby village slowly sweeps a filtering net through the deep end. Nothing—not a single foreign particle—seems to mar the clean blue rectangle of water. We enter a two-story communal building that resembles an office complex. I see Wilson in a small room, tapping away at a computer. We climb a stone staircase to the second floor, following Mister Date into what appears to be a rec room. There’s a television hooked up to a satellite system, and Mister Date pops a disc into a DVD player. The DVD, Mister Date tells us, explains everything.

The footage that flashes across the screen dates from 1999. We see the founding Messiahs walk across untamed wastes—the grounds where we now sit. They lay bricks in wet mud. They sand metal frames. They wash dishes in the river. They wear heavy clothing, light fires to keep the mosquitoes away, and sweat in the wavy heat. They stagger through gale-force winds.

Then, in a clip from 2000, we see Moon himself, touring the partially cleared grounds, wiping sweat from his brow, eating lunch, leaving in a private plane. The footage segues into scenes of the men working feverishly to build a luxury house for Moon and his wife, Hak Ja Han, who visited for a second and final time in late 2001.

▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han visited Puerto Leda twice, but only once after the mansion they ordered built for themselves was completed. They inaugurated the mansion on November 30, 2000 (above). Takeru Kamiyama is standing close to Moon, wearing a pale blue shirt.

▲ The view from the mansion.

The rest of the DVD covers more recent developments, and the highlights—set to swelling orchestral music—unfold like a training montage from Rocky. Messiahs erect the water tower. Man-made fishponds materialize on the grounds. A landing strip is planed flat by tractors. The Messiahs unload saplings from the Aquidaban, then plant them in sprawling groves. A group of about a dozen visiting Japanese students—the children of Unification Church members—help the Messiahs build a school in a nearby village. When the DVD ends and the lights come up, I’m exhausted just from watching all that drudgery. I look at Mister Date’s corded forearms, his gaunt face, his waspy waist. Every aspect of his being seems molded by toil. Even with the help of the local hires, the Messiahs labor all day, usually outside.

“It’s a lot of work just to maintain,” he admits.

The fact that only 10 men live here comes rushing back to me. The colony has actually lost population since its inception, despite all the construction. Four of the original Messiahs have returned to Japan. Only the hardest of the hardcore have stuck it out.

And this raises a couple of questions: Who are these guys? And why have they put themselves through this?

Mister Auki walks across the dining hall carrying a basket filled with whole fish freshly yanked from the river. He’s a short, balding Messiah whose task this morning, as on most days, is to catch something for the grill.

“I caught lots of piranha today,” he tells the men, his face splitting into a smile. “And also a five-kilogram pacu.”

The pacu is now part of the lunch buffet, which the four Messiahs plus Wilson, Greaves, and I spoon onto plates.

... In the beginning, the colonists hoped they would be joined by their wives (as well as many, many more followers). Every August, they invite children of Japanese church members to visit for a couple of weeks, but so far none have chosen to stay on. “My wife thinks that it is not realistic for her to move here yet,” Mister Owada says, “because we still have to raise the standard of living more.”

When I press him on how tough and lonely this must get, Mister Owada says it doesn’t bother him. Moon sanctified his personal sacrifices, promising the men that spiritual rewards would make up for their suffering. “Even if you die, what regret will you leave behind?” Moon asked the founders in 1999.

“We’re risking our lives for this cause,” Mister Owada says, his left eye twitching convulsively. “I like to risk my life,” he continues. “That is doing something worthwhile. We have continued to stick with this.”

Months later, after Moon’s death from complications from pneumonia, I will once again reach out to Mister Date to see if the True Father’s passing affects the Messiahs’ dedication. It doesn’t. They have the blessing of his widow, Mister Date says, and the ongoing feuds among the Moon children won’t affect them. They plan to work on Puerto Leda for at least another decade.

“Of course there is ecotourism potential here,” says Mister Date. We’re standing outside an unfinished three-story brick building near a shed that protects three car-size generators. Mister Date refers to the brick building as “the hotel,” but for the moment its only occupant is a stick-legged baby goat nosing around the food pellets being stored on the ground floor.

... “Why did you stop work on the hotel?” I ask.

He pauses and smiles politely. “In a small place, you can have disagreements easily,” he says. “They’re expecting us to be financially independent, but that’s not easy here.” The Messiahs, it seems, don’t always see eye-to-eye on the best way to reduce their dependence on member donations. Some want to concentrate on agribusiness and scrap the ecotourism idea. The hotel is unfinished because they aren’t sure whether opening the place to outsiders is a good idea.

▲ Puerto Leda from the air.

We walk on, past planted fields of lemongrass, oranges, mangoes, grapefruit, asparagus, sugarcane. The crops are struggling. If agriculture alone is expected to support the colony, there are some kinks to work out. The men have planted thousands of jatropha trees, which can be used to make biodiesel fuel, but hundreds of parrots zeroed in on them and ate all the fruit. During the most recent wet season, rising waters flooded many of the thousands of neem trees.

“It’s been a hard year,” Mister Date admits. “A lot of things have died because they were three months underwater.”

It’s clear that these guys have faith in miracles, and that’s exactly what’s needed here in Puerto Leda. Without one, the Victorious Holy Place seems destined to be another curious monument to human ambition and folly. But watching how hard the Messiahs work, I can’t help but admire their tenacity. The fanaticism that underlies their devotion to this cause must burn hot, but they hide it well. They’re not evangelical. They’re friendly and welcoming to those who don’t share their beliefs. They’re reflexively humble and generous and—whatever I might think of their motives—admirably tough. They’re underdogs. The kind of guys you root for.

During the last hours of my visit, Mister Date shows me something that might actually work out. “Japanese yams,” he announces, staring down at a plot of tilled soil. “They grow very large underground, up to 10 kilograms. They do well here.”

My immediate impulse is to celebrate this victory with hearty congratulations. I’m thrilled for his indefatigable yams. Maybe all the sweat that Mister Date has sunk into this plot will bear a little fruit. Maybe little victories like this can help other people in the Pantanal live richer lives. Maybe that’s enough.

Mister Date stares down at the dirt. “Unfortunately,” he says, “they taste very bad.”

... I head out toward the pool.

▲ The swimming pool at Puerto Leda.

He’s still there, the man with the net, sweeping as if he hasn’t let up since dawn. A shame: I didn’t bring any trunks. But I do have a pair of heavy cotton cargo shorts in my backpack. I walk to the dormitory and return wearing them. I ask the sweeper, “Does anyone ever use this pool?”

“Only the tourists,” he says.

The tourists? Based on a guest book I flipped through earlier, he must be referring to those Japanese students who visit every August, the occasional Paraguayan government official, and Greaves and me. ...

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Outside magazine https://www.outsideonline.com/

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Monte Reel’s Between Man and Beast: A Tale of Exploration and Evolution was published in March 2013 by Doubleday.

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/between-man-and-beast-monte-reel/1113244445#/

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Sun Myung Moon organization activities in Central and South America

Actividades de la Secta Moon en países de habla hispana

FFWPU President of IAPP Prosecuted for Money Laundering and Drug Smuggling in US Court; may be connected to UC / FFWPU Leadership

#Paraguay #Puerto Leda #Moonies #Sun Myung Moon #FFWPU #Family Federation for World Peace and Unification #Unification Church #天地父母님

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