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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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AHHHHH THANK YOU FOR SAYING MY WRITING ABOUT VELVETTE WAS IN CHARACTER :))) YOU GORGEOUS BEAST. Oh yeah. Yes. 🫶 anon is me, I am 🫶 anon. Here with some fresh baked goodies (art I finished the second you responded to my ask) I'd like to share with The Public™ !

Before that though, thank you, and I mean THANK YOU for being so kind to my mid writing! You're a real angel, thank you truly. And also thank you for disregarding any appaling spelling mistakes I may or may not have made, I started learning english 4 years ago ahaha x-)

I just had to get out of anon so I could share my abominations (art) with you! Calling whatever I'm making "art" is still a bit of an overstatement considering how. Uhmm. Well, not good I am at that, but, never the matter! All of this preface is irrelevant.

I am ecstatic to hear that you'd like to hear my thoughts on Lucifer, however. Because I drew about precisely that.

Not my proudest work, considering it was made in like 20 minutes with my fingers at the end of my shift, but I had to do something about the thoughts festering in my brain about him after I started reading your blog. I made it a point to not crop the fact that the reader is kneeling to his height, I found it to be a fun little addition.

ANYWAYY!! I have a few words about this piece, as always. Wait. Well, not always this isn't routine yet. You'll be bombarded by my artwork on a practically daily basis from now on ahaha :))

Anyway².

It was always a maddening feeling for him, when you pulled him into the nearest unoccupied room in your line of sight. The way that his breath would get heavy and uneven, he felt overwhelmingly hot as you nearly kneel down to his height, sliding your hands over his body like you owned it. Owned him. He'd grab onto your thigh for support since his own legs betrayed him and started to get all wobbly, he couldn't trust himself to stay standing in his current state.

Whenever you decided to do these things to him he'd feel like it was the first time all over again, his mind would go blank; it was always so exciting, he was practically losing his mind already, really. All of his confidence built up by the both of you due to your insessant reassurance and praises that allowed him to tease you when he felt particularly bold (having now the knowledge that you wouldn't leave him if he weren't "perfect", whatever perfect may mean to him, anyway.) quickly drained out of him, all he can feel is this...desperation to feel you more, no matter how close you two already were. He needed you so terribly much, the way he couldn't keep his own noises down got a giggle out of you. It made the strain in his pants ever the more noticeable for him.

Were he any more coherent, he'd probably try to shut such thoughts down, they would have made him feel like any other cheap sinner he'd openly look down with disgust upon. He was, still, the king of pride, the feeling was so completly alien to him, this.. lust? He couldn't attach a word to his thoughts in these moments. Don't ask so much of him! He was never so overwhelmed by (what we both know is) love, not with his ex-wife, at least. It enticed him equally as much as it terrified him.

"Ex-wife". A title that permeated through your brain as you got a hold of his hand and gently slid the wedding band off his ring finger. You mindlessly throw the sign of his hold on the past across the room, a sharp metallic noise is heard as it hit the wooden floors. He flinched at the noise, but not once did he look away from you. In fact, he leaned back on you further after you had thrown the ring onto the floor, bright, glowing eyes looking into yours with palpable anticipation. A clear solidification of your victory, according to yourself.

You won! You can't help the grin that grew on your lips as you tugged on his pants, the friction of that movement earned a yelp from him.

Oh yes.

You should be proud of yourself.

This was going to be a long, long, long night.

AHAHAHAAAA! I LOVE HIM. I am the Anne Boleyn to his Henry the VIII sometimes. Oh yes, in case you were perhaps wondering, the piece I had previously made inspired by your works was relating to the post where his wings and horns came out during sex. A lovely mental image, that post earned. But, that abomination is too horrifying to be unleashed onto The Public™. Your stellar writing also forced me to learn how to draw Vox, so, be proud of yourself for that one!

About trying to get you to post about adam; don't worry! Or do, who knows what your goal is, but I will talk about him in your asks like a maniac and attempt to appeal to whatever in your brain makes you like a pathetic man. I want to eat him, like, actually cut him open and eat his heart and gnaw on his bones. (Whats up with cannibalistic ace/aros? Me and alastor twinning on occasion fr.)

About literally everyone else; I must inform you that sir pentious drives me nuts. Woe the snake flood be upon ye. You're about to listen to me talk about his 2 dicks insessantly.

I await your response! I would adore to hear your thoughts. Your reactions to my last ask tasted of a pâte sucrée tart with vanilla custard and strawberries for the filling. (By the way this isn't like a joke or anything? I taste and smell words, feel textures when listening to music and attach colors to textures. Like, this is actually what that felt like to me. I hope you are aware of that.)

Signing off from another abhorrently long ask,

-🫶 anon, now revealed to be a coquette coded woman.

AAAAAAHHSJDJDJDKKDJ

Let me compose myself because OH MY GODDDDD.

This reveal is absolutely crazy omg HIIII👋👋

ALSO THE ART IS INSANE YOU DID THAT IN 20 MINUTES????? WITH YOUR FINGERS????????

I’m going nuts over here. Thats actually amazing from the way that Lucifer looks to the lighting of the scene. I’m absolutely awed.

Also the little drabble you wrote had be gagged like I so didn’t expect it to hit that hard what?? You’re a really good writer to be honest, oh my god!

Oh and… if you wanna message me that one piece of art inspired by the pegging Lucifer fic… actually let me rephrase. PLEASE message me that one piece of art inspired by the pegging Lucifer fic.

“Your reactions to my last ask tasted of a pâte sucrée tart with vanilla custard and strawberries for the filling”

By far my favorite compliment yet from you. They just keep getting more creative HELP I LOVE THEM.

Oh and, lastly, I am SO looking forward to more artwork from you. You’re truly amazing!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lucifer #inbox open #dom reader

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immediatebreakfast · 6 months

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"God grant that we may be guided aright, and that He will deign to watch over my husband and those dear to us both, and who are in such deadly peril. As for me, I am not worthy in His sight. Alas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have not incurred His wrath."

Mina...

Mina what the fuck are you talking about?

God doesn't deserve you Mina. It doesn't.

God doesn't deserve to dangle the promise of eternal peace to you. All righteous fearing woman capable of running towards ancient evil to save your dear friend. Insessant, and intelligent fiend who is all kind towards her love, and loved him with all of her might when he was not himself.

Don't blame yourself for the assault, and never think that you are guilty for not having the means to stop it. Mina can't tell herself "if I had been better" she can't. How many times must she torture herself with thoughts of hellfire that are so close in her mind, yet far in reality.

Mina tells that she is not worthy of His sight when god should grovel at her feet for forgiveness. How dare He to make her suffer like this. Mina is not a Martyr nor a Saint. She is not Saint Inés calling for the sword to fall so she can be freed, nor Saint Águeda screaming in joy as she finally died.

Mina's suffering is not holy, it's human. It's so human that it hurts to read. How were her ambitions in life greedy to incur god's wrath upon her? Why must she become another footnote on Dracula's horrible quest for power? (Why was Lucy not saved? Why?)

Mina is losing hope in herself when she is the most strong. She can't let herself become comfortable at the idea of a violent end if it means to be seen in god's light again. Mina can't become suicidal to beg and pray to the being that abandoned her in her most traumatic moments.

Mina may think that she doesn't deserve god, but it's god that doesn't deserve Mina.

#I want to scream at her #She is not a symbol of righteous religious suffering who will be rewarded with peace in heaven #Mina is a human woman capable of so many things and she will never be at fault for this tragedy no matter how many times she tells that #If god in the Dracula novel it's real then humans should climb up and kill it #It really reminds me of a little paragraph of a song by el Cuarteto de Nos (it's an argetinian political rock band)#“I don't believe in god - all powerful - creator of heaven and earth - maker of evil and storms - castrator of willpower”#“I believe in me - nothing powerful - creator of churches and miracles”#dracula daily #dracula #mina harker #mina murray #cw catholicism

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sovereignjojoz · 1 year

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Bucci gang beach day

Pairings: Bucci gang x reader

Warnings: NOTHINNNN BUT FUN

Summary: Bucci gang and reader go to the beach!

Notes-let’s go to the beach beach let’s go get away!

First of all, it would be very negligent of me to mention this excursion only happened due to Narancia’s insessant begging.

For at least three months straight, all Bruno would hear is “c’mon Bucciarati! Please, please can we go to the beach! ‘S not like anything bad’s gonna happen plus we all could use a vacation!”

He got on his knees and palmed at Bruno’s trouser legs, he even went as far as to start doing extra tasks around the house so he could appease Bruno.

Once Mista got wind of there being a potential beach day, chaos insures.

Bruno gets pestered thrice as much than he did before, when it seemed as though Bruno would say no the two teenagers visibly deflated, it was almost as though you could see sad droopy puppy dog ears on their heads.

Their capo thinks long and hard on the matter, tongue in cheek, before sighs, he finally relenting over dinner saying, “all right, just this once we’ll go to the beach, I suppose we relax a little for the time being.”

Mista’s plate and cutlery jolt as Narancia jumps up, hands flat on the dining table, looking at Bruno with astonishment.

“Seriously!” He yells excitedly, holding Bruno’s gaze and when the latter man nods he kicks his chair outta the way, walking towards Mista. “Heck yeah!”

In all of their teenage-esque the two friends enthusiastically dap each other up, meanwhile, unexpectedly, Trish smiles in excitement; attempting to cover it up behind her hand. Giorno looks on in intrigue as does Fugo, whilst Abbacchio acknowledges the statement but chooses to remain uninterested.

“Bruno?” Trish hesitates, clearing her throat. The sapphire eyed male averted his attention to the pinkette, curious as to what she wanted to add. He hummed probing her to continue; “is it alright if I invite [name].”

“Please do.” Mista added as Trish side eyed him, although he couldn’t help if he was just so excited at the prospect of seeing you.

Bruno chuckled, “Well, I don’t see why not. Would you all be alright with that?” He looked at his team expectantly awaiting their answers.

“Do what you want, I’m not coming.” Abbacchio commented nonchalantly, although he wasn’t appalled at the prospect of seeing you again.

Bruno looked at the others in the room to see if there was any verbal objections and when he was met with none it was decided you’d come.

So after Trish invited you, it was unsurprising you’d gotten a text from Mista inviting you somewhere.

Guido Mista

“Mista” lemme take you out swimwear shopping (major wink).

He just wanted an excuse to spend one on one time with you although helping you choose out swimwear is a bonus.

When you try on your favourite piece in the changing room and show him, his jaw honestly drops.

“Do you think this one looks nice?” You asked him, looking at him through your lashes. He grinned, “course babe, let me buy it for you, yeah?”

Eyeroll, cue you fanning Mista away with your hands as the pair of you walk over to the cash register to pay.

The sale assistant makes a little comment on “what a cute couple the both of you are,” and “how nice your boyfriend is for doing this.” You were about to refute the claim but Mista answered first saying “thank you.” Before pulling you by your hand out of the shop.

When you and all of the others finally arrive at the beach, Mista was a hog.

He literally picked you up the second you stepped out of the car and carried you all the way to the salty sea water, chucking you in with a dramatic splash!

You groaned, frowning at him laughing, so in your opinion it was very justified when you swam underwater and pulled him too, making you giggle when he slipped on his butt.

Chaos ensured and a water fight broke out between the both of you, you screamed running away cackling as he tried (and succeeded) in grabbing and splashing you.

You hung out with Mista for a little while until you got tried leading you to go to the sand again…

Narancia Ghirga

As soon as you stepped foot on land, you were pulled aside by Narancia, who dragged you to a sandy spot just slightly away from the others on land.

“C’mon let’s make a sand castle,” he told you, positively beaming, “okay!!”

You gathered sand in your hands, moulding it into a cylindrical shape as Narancia carved intricate designs on the one that already stood.

After a couple minutes the pair of you had made a moderately sized, but beautiful (at least to you) sandcastle, which gave Narancia the idea to have a sandcastle building competition.

You instantly agreed clapping your hands, running to get some sea water to build a moat for your castle.

You’d been working on building your castle for ten minutes, narancia had just finished his and you were just about to finish too until a horrific incident took place!

Narancia sabotaged you and stepped on your castle!

You were absolutely gobsmacked, mouth parted in surprise as his castle stood tall and proud.

So you reacted (retaliated) as any normal person would, by destroying his!

This led to a minor sand fight (bad idea).

But quickly realising this, you called a truce and opted to give Narancia a mermaid tail in the sand.

Or at least that’s what he thought, and before he knew it he found himself up to his neck buried in sand. You stuck your tongue out at him, pinching his cheeks and went away to find Fugo, that’s what he deserved for ruining your castle!

Pannacotta Fugo

“Hey Fugo, I wanna decorate the castle I made with Narancia, wanna help me look for sea shells?” You asked him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

“Why not go with Narancia?”

You shrugged your shoulders, giving him a knowing smile.

Abruptly, you stopped and started digging in the sand, enthusiastically blabbering away to Fugo when you found a gorgeous cerulean shell.

He smiled at you, patting your head, then bent down next to you and started looking for some shells too.

A vibrant pile of pale colours began to build up next you.

Fugo was just about to quit when he saw a peculiar shell, his eyes widened, perhaps it was a pearl shell, that seemed like something you would like.

He reached down and grabbed it, trying to open up the shell only to be sharply nipped on his finger.

He yelped, throwing the shell halfway across the beach!

Having seen the whole scene you stifled your giggles.

“Are you okay?” You asked him laughing.

He glared at you, “yes. I’m fine.” He snapped due to his pain.

Unexpected to him, you picked up his hurt finger and lightly kissed it. “There all better.” You beamed at him.

A light pink blush splayed across his cheeks, “thank you.”

“We’ll continue later, I’m a bit tired I’m going to go and rest for a bit.”

Leone Abbacchio

Firstly, Abbacchio didn’t even know how he ended up at the beach, after he had outright said he wouldn’t be coming.

Honestly he’s not really a fan of the beach, actually he hates it.

Outright refuses to go in the water, he’s not getting his hair wet or any disgustingly salty water in his mouth.

He opts to sit on a beach towel under an umbrella, reading and sipping on a fruity drink.

So when you trail up to him and plop down next to him, he hopes your disturbance won’t be too major.

“What do you want?” He asked, eyes still on his book.

“Nothing,” you stretched your legs and wiggled your toes. “I’m just tired.”

He hummed, uninterested.

You yawned and decided to test his limits, resting your head on his legs.

“[name].” He warned curtly.

You waved your hand sleepily, “m just resting my head, promise.”

You were not. In fact, one minute later you fell asleep.

Leone groaned, slamming his book shut. He looked at your peaceful sleeping face, he stroked your face and shifted you into a more comfortable position.

Abbacchio doesn’t know why, must have been the pesky goodwill of his heart, but he put sunscreen on your face too as it got hotter in the day.

You shifted in your sleep, snuggling closer to him.

He wanted to roll his eyes but his body betrayed him and he smiled.

Not long after, he found himself overcome with sleep, and when he woke up he found you gone, frolicking away with Bruno.

Bruno Buccarrati

“Hello [name],” Bruno greeted, “are you hungry? I know you’ve been busy enjoying the day.”

“Sup Bruno, not yet, I’m actually kind of hot.” You responded, “and I kinda wanna test out the snorkels, do you want to take a dip with me?”

He shrugged off his shirt, showing off his muscular, chiselled form. “Sure, let’s go.” He told you, leading you towards the sea by the small of your back.

You held up a pale pink float, decorated with sprinkles, “Ooh, let’s drift away in this doughnut float!”

He sat in the doughnut float first, pulling a snorkel over his head so it rested on his forehead. “Alright bellisima.”

Cue you squealing excitedly, dropping yourself onto his lap as the float started digging away.

One of his hands rested on your waist as the other skimmed against the water, similarly to your toes.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh huh! Let’s hop in, I’m sure we’ll see some cool fish!”

You marvelled at the aquatic animals, turning to look at Bruno, enthused.

Finally after around an hour, he extended his hand out to you and pushed you on the float to the shore once more.

After all that you honestly felt rather famished.

Trish Una

“Trishie, wanna eat?”

Trish cringed at the use of that ghastly nickname, you’re honestly extremely lucky the pair of you had been friends for a while because if you were anyone else she would have cut you off.

She pulled up her designer shades to look at you in the eye, “fine.”

“Great!” You ran over to the picnic basket Bruno had packed and grabbed a few snacks and sandwiches.

She extended a manicured hand, picking up a carrot stick.

Her eyes darted towards you when you exclaimed in delight, “oh my gosh, this is so delicious, here Trish take a bite!” You extended your hand out towards her, putting your food in front of her.

Tentatively and skeptically, she took a bite. “Mmm.” She agreed licking her lips.

“I know right?” You took another bite, “we should bake our own snacks and have another picnic sometime soon.” You told her.

“Yeah.” She looked up at the setting sun, “sounds nice.”

You squeezed her hand happily, “Alright, then it’s arranged!”

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno wasn’t really bothered about coming to the beach, although he also didn’t not want to come.

For most of the day he’s been enjoying and ice cream and doing some light tanning until you’d come up to him and asked if he wanted to make bracelets with you.

He nodded and sat down next to you, his knee touching yours.

You instructed him to make you a bracelet and you’d make him one.

He opted for a green and blue colour palette, resembling that of the sea, whilst you made him a red and white one contrasting greatly with his.

Then he made a silly joke about how yours is the exact opposite to his and how “opposites attract.” Causing you to roll your eyes and omit the shell heart charm from his bracelet.

This caused the blonde to tease you (Brando genes popping out) and say how you had his heart (charm) so why can’t he have yours?

You groaned, relenting and tied it on his wrist, he laughed to himself as you walked away from him.

#jjba x reader #vento aureo x reader #bucci gang x reader #bucciarati x reader #jojo x reader #fugo x reader #giorno x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #leone abbachio x reader #trish x reader #beach day whoop #sovereignjojoz #jjba fluff #jjba hcs

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theeroticlover · 1 year

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That constant nod, that lip bite, that beautiful eye expression, insessant smile & an intellectual mind...

Aaah a perfect epitome of the word "Beautiful"

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chieflegalofficer · 7 months

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hey girl are you a construction worker . Because you sure are building

I really wish the toons would cease their insessant raiding of my inbox.

-𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑜𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉

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bekkachaos · 2 years

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56 for malex

56. “Just marry me already.”

Pick a number from this list and send to me with a ship 💕

Alex had been back for what felt like a long time, in actuality, it was probably only a matter of weeks. Michael was insistent on remaining by his side for as much time as possible, and when he couldn't be, he was insessant with the text messages.

"Michael you know this is getting out of hand now," Alex said, closing the door to his car as he walked up the path to the front door Michael was holding open for him.

He had been at Deep Sky for a few hours and had messaged to let Michael know when he arrived, when he took a break, when he was getting into his car to come home, and he wondered it Michael had rigged up a new security system alert or if he was simply waiting by the window until he saw the headlights coming up the drive.

He had to admit, it was nice to know Michael was thinking about him, but it was bordering on paranoia.

"What's so wrong about meeting you at the door when you come home to me?" he shrugged.

Alex shook his head as he walked over, the moment he was close enough Michael had his hands slipped around his waist and his grinning lips leaning in to kiss him. Alex laughed, putting a hand to Michael's stubbled cheek before pulling himself back, brushing the unruly curls away from his face, but they just fell back over his brow.

"You're starting to worry a little too much," he said, kissing him once more on the cheek before contiuing through the door.

"Maybe that's because one of us has a bit of a thing for getting himself in trouble," Michael said, and Alex stopped to turn back with an eyebrow raised high. "Of the kidnapping variety, I mean."

"Maybe that's because one of us is of the alien variety," he teased.

"You're the one who fell for me," he said.

"Well stop making it so easy," Alex grinned, looking over his shoulder at him.

"Didn't think I was," he said. "Alien drama and all."

"Would you like me to tell you it would be easier if I had a nice, normal, human boyfriend?"

Michael scoffed loudly.

"Hey, you're not getting out if this that easy," Michael said. "I don't plan on losing you again, in any way. Death himself can come knocking and I'll tell him exactly where he can stick it. Besides, normal's not going to be enough for you after me."

"You think so?" he said, turning away from him again.

"Face it, you're stuck with me now, for better or worse."

"Wow Michael, why don't you just marry me already?" Alex chuckled as he tossed his bag down onto the table.

Michael didn't have a quick retort for that, instead there was just silence behind Alex.

He sighed, knowing how skittish Michael can get when it comes to committment. He turned to tell him to relax, that it was just a joke and not to freak out, but Michael was giving him a soft look, his big doe-eyes shining under the low light.

The words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

"I can do that," he said gently.

Alex opened his mouth but the words were gone completely, it was like he forgot to do everything but breathe.

"Michael," he finally managed. "I wasn't -"

"I know," he said as he took a tentative step forward. "But now I am."

He reached out to take Alex's hand in his, a smile creeping up the side of his mouth.

"I meant it, there's nothing that I'm going to let between us anymore," he said. "So, why don't I just marry you already?"

His smile turned into a grin, and Alex took in a deep breath, exhaling with an incredulous laugh.

"You're crazy," he said with a smile.

"Only when it comes to you," he said pulling him in closer. "You make me crazy, but you're the only one who really makes me feel sane."

"Are you really asking?" Alex said softly.

Michael pulled Alex's hands around his waist, letting them go so he could cup his cheeks in his hand.

"Technically," he said as he gazed at him adoringly. "You asked first."

Alex rolled his eyes.

"Of course you would-"

He was cut off as Michael's lips crashed into his, hard and soft at the same time, finding a way to rob him of all the words yet again.

"Unless you didn't mean it," Michael teased against him, mumbling the words through their shared breath.

"Michael?" he said, eyes already closed as he kissed the lips he knew by heart. "Just say you'll marry me, then stop talking."

"I'll marry you, Alex," he murmured, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "As if I've ever wanted anything else."

#malex #malex fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #bekka writes #malex drabble #roswell new mexico #alex manes #michael guerin #proposal #fluff

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denimbex1986 · 2 months

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'While it may come as a surprise that a film boasting a top-tier cast and an acclaimed director initially remained under the radar as the fall film festival season approached, such hidden gems often prove to be the true treasures of these events. All of Us Strangers boasts an ensemble of talented actors, including Andrew Scott of Fleabag fame, Claire Foy known for The Crown, and Paul Mescal, a recently Oscar-nominated actor. The film is skillfully directed and written by Andrew Haigh, recognized for his poignant portrayals of gay culture and relationships in works like Looking, Weekend, and the critically acclaimed 45 Years. Following its premiere at the Telluride Film Festival, All of Us Strangers quickly gained recognition, with its reputation continuing to grow after its showing at the New York Film Festival. The film has generated substantial buzz and even sparked discussions about potential Oscar recognition. This acclaim is well-deserved as the film delivers an intimate, emotionally charged experience, making it one of the most heart-wrenching films of the year. The ensemble cast delivers compelling performances throughout, and the film adeptly balances the dichotomy of themes it explores.

The film’s central focus is on Adam (Andrew Scott) as he embarks on a profound journey to explore his relationship with his parents, portrayed by Claire Foy and Jamie Bell. Simultaneously, he navigates the complexities of a budding connection with his neighbor, played by Paul Mescal. These two storylines run in parallel, often shifting between visits to his childhood home to see his parents and interactions with his neighbor in his apartment complex.

As he engages in conversations with his parents, Adam grapples with feelings of nostalgia and longing, often yearning for conversations he was unable to have or subjects he couldn’t broach during his youth. These discussions transport him back to the core of his adolescence, forcing him to confront the void left behind and how he has coped with it. The nuanced dynamics between parent and child are portrayed realistically. While Adam wishes for these reunions to be filled with joy and memories, he is confronted with challenging emotions as he shares his life with his mother and father. These encounters serve as a reminder that relationships aren’t always about ease, bliss, or happy memories.

As Adam departs from his parents and returns to his apartment, he frequently engages with his mysterious neighbor, Harry (Mescal), allowing himself to explore sensuality and genuine connection. It becomes evident that Adam’s upbringing has emotionally walled him off from most people, leaving him detached. As he addresses the root of these emotional barriers in his conversations with his parents, he begins to apply the growth he experiences to his adult life with Harry. This transformation is akin to a coming-of-age or self-actualization journey.

The themes explored in these two storylines may appear inherently juxtaposed in terms of their subject matter, which might initially leave viewers perplexed. However, director Andrew Haigh brilliantly interweaves these themes in a way that not only makes perfect sense but also complements each other seamlessly. The transitions between Adam’s childlike innocence and his burgeoning adult sexuality are skillfully handled, never causing any jarring moments. Instead, they appear intentionally crafted to create a subtextual narrative that gracefully envelops the entire story.

At the heart of the film, Andrew Scott delivers one of his most compelling performances. While more understated than his comedic role in Fleabag, he effortlessly embodies every emotional nuance his character demands. His moments of happiness are deliberately restrained, lending his character a fitting, shy demeanor that aligns seamlessly with Haigh’s vision. Conversely, his moments of despair are equally powerful, immersing the audience in his emotional turmoil.

Scott’s chemistry with Mescal is electrifying, delving into both passionate sensuality and the more tender, intimate moments they share. Claire Foy also delivers a stellar performance, portraying Scott’s perpetually youthful mother with unwavering believability. Her kind yet apprehensive nature beautifully complements Scott’s character, allowing her to shine brilliantly without overshadowing the ensemble but rather sharing the spotlight effortlessly.

As for potential drawbacks, it’s challenging for me to find any significant faults with this film. Viewer engagement with the story may depend on personal preferences regarding pacing, style, and tone. While some scenes could have been slightly trimmed, and others might have benefited from a bit more breathing room, the film worked almost flawlessly for me. Some writing choices may have held it back from achieving a perfect score in my view. However, it’s evident that Andrew Haigh is a skilled, stylized film director who adeptly realizes the stories he envisions and crafts them to fit his unique vision.

GRADE: A-'

#All of Us Strangers #Andrew Haigh #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Fleabag #The Crown #Oscars #Looking #Weekend #45 Years #Telluride Film Festival

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