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Elisa. Italian. 19. Aspiring Jedi.

Shows I watch
NCIS, Once Upon A Time, Person of Interest, Orphan Black, How I Met Your Mother, Castle, Fringe, Alias, Numb3rs, House, Chuck, Elementary, Alcatraz.

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Tony & Ziva, Michael & Sydney, Hook & Emma, Tris & Tobias, Robin & Regina, Charming & Snow, Barney & Robin, Castle & Beckett, Charlie & Amita, Peter & Olivia, Morgan & Alex, Sherlock & Joan, Harold & Grace, Peeta & Katniss.

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Two more days and the Film Festival will over. This afternoon we met an admiral from the coast guard, Ferzan Ozpetek (a director) and The Jackal, who are some YouTubers who showed us some of their videos and made us laugh a lot lol it was an interesting afternoon. Later we watched four short movies for the contest and then some others made in Georgia. I must say I was pleasantly surprised, I liked them :)


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Seventh day in Giffoni :D I came back earlier than usual today which is great ahah because I’m tired and I need to sleep more tonight. Anyway, this morning we read a script written by our teacher and we talked about the movie that is being made. In the afternoon we met Albert Espinoza and a famous Italian singer and then we saw four short movies (we’re going to vote for the best one when we’ve seen them all). We also watched four short movies made in Macedonia: one was really intense, another one kind of sucked instead lol but it was interesting to watch all of these :)


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I saw Alan Rickman today omg it was only for a brief moment but it was cool ahah 
Anyway it was an interesting day. In the morning there was a new teacher for the screenwriting course and we worked with him in trasforming a tale into a story for a movie (it’s a story our teacher has actually written and the movie is now being made). In the afternoon we met a poet and an animator, then I watched a movie which was okay but not that great. 
In the evening we heard about some projects other guys worked on… I had to leave early though to take the last bus so I missed most of this event…

I saw Alan Rickman today omg it was only for a brief moment but it was cool ahah
Anyway it was an interesting day. In the morning there was a new teacher for the screenwriting course and we worked with him in trasforming a tale into a story for a movie (it’s a story our teacher has actually written and the movie is now being made). In the afternoon we met a poet and an animator, then I watched a movie which was okay but not that great.
In the evening we heard about some projects other guys worked on… I had to leave early though to take the last bus so I missed most of this event…


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Fifth day in Giffoni :D not much to say about the lesson and the guys we met but omg I finally watched the TFIOS movie asdfghjk I really liked the acting and well of course I cried at the end but not too much anyway. I wish I could write more but it’s almost 1am and I should sleep lol it was a really good movie anyway and I’m so glad I could watch it in English now without having to wait until September to see it (dubbed).


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the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.


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Fourth day in Giffoni :D
This morning we watched and commented the pilot of True Detective. It was pretty cool, I think I’m going to watch the whole season when I go back home.
In the afternoon we met an actor who spoke to us about the two books he wrote. He was obviously very passionate about writing so it was interesting to listen to :)
After that we watched a movie and met the director and the cast. Tbh the movie was quite terrible: the cinematography sucked, there were some huge mistakes in the way it was shot like omg I never studied film directing but I know some general rules that were obviously completely ignored by the director (I understand it was her first film, but I honestly don’t understand how she was given the money to make the movie considering she also has no experience or education in filmmaking), the characters lacked of any depth, there were some extremely weak dialogues and the whole story didn’t really work. Also the acting was not that great. It annoyed me that the cast and the director (who were criticized by some of my classmates) said that the message of the film was important and that the way the story was told was just “aesthetic” and didn’t really matter. It was quite shocking to hear that because I believe that the message of a movie must indeed be strong (and it wasn’t in this movie tbh) but the way the movie is made is extremely important especially when it’s a movie that’s been produced by some important producers. Anyway,  it was an interesting debate nevertheless but we were quite confused especially because I think most of us wouldn’t have made some mistakes that were made lol (I mean you could actually see some parts of the green screen when special effects were used wtf???)
It was a good day anyway even though it rained and it was reaaaally cold in the cinema. I also ate pizza for dinner so that’s great too :)

Fourth day in Giffoni :D
This morning we watched and commented the pilot of True Detective. It was pretty cool, I think I’m going to watch the whole season when I go back home.
In the afternoon we met an actor who spoke to us about the two books he wrote. He was obviously very passionate about writing so it was interesting to listen to :)
After that we watched a movie and met the director and the cast. Tbh the movie was quite terrible: the cinematography sucked, there were some huge mistakes in the way it was shot like omg I never studied film directing but I know some general rules that were obviously completely ignored by the director (I understand it was her first film, but I honestly don’t understand how she was given the money to make the movie considering she also has no experience or education in filmmaking), the characters lacked of any depth, there were some extremely weak dialogues and the whole story didn’t really work. Also the acting was not that great. It annoyed me that the cast and the director (who were criticized by some of my classmates) said that the message of the film was important and that the way the story was told was just “aesthetic” and didn’t really matter. It was quite shocking to hear that because I believe that the message of a movie must indeed be strong (and it wasn’t in this movie tbh) but the way the movie is made is extremely important especially when it’s a movie that’s been produced by some important producers. Anyway, it was an interesting debate nevertheless but we were quite confused especially because I think most of us wouldn’t have made some mistakes that were made lol (I mean you could actually see some parts of the green screen when special effects were used wtf???)
It was a good day anyway even though it rained and it was reaaaally cold in the cinema. I also ate pizza for dinner so that’s great too :)


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Sooo yesterday night I forgot to make my usual post about the film festival lol well it was reaaaally funny especially yesterday afternoon because we met two youtubers and one of them made us laugh a lot. We also met him at dinner and it was fun.
We also watched a movie about Italy and it was okay, I kind of liked it even though it was obviously made for kids so sometimes it was too “simple” for us especially in the way it dealt with some themes…
Anyway, it was a good day :D


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flirty cs scene (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ [video here]


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Second day in Giffoni and it was even better than the first one :) during the lesson we talked about lots of things: about some tvshows like House of Cards, about some movies like Nolan’s Batman trilogy and about other stuff which I’m too tired to remember lol (but I’ve taken notes)
In the afternoon we met Vittorio Storaro who worked as a cinematographer on lots of movies like Apocalypse Now. It was AMAZING, he’s such an inspiring person who really believes in the power of dreams. He talked about how some painters like Caravaggio and Leonardo influenced him and he spoke about his work with Bertolucci and Coppola. It was very interesting and even touching - I almost cried at a certain point ahah
After that we met two actors from the Italian tv show Gomorra and that was interesting too and also quite funny lol
It was a really great day, I feel so lucky because this experience is amazing and I’m loving it :D


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Second day in Giffoni and it was even better than the first one :) during the lesson we talked about lots of things: about some tvshows like House of Cards, about some movies like Nolan’s Batman trilogy and about other stuff which I’m too tired to remember lol (but I’ve taken notes)
In the afternoon we met Vittorio Storaro who worked as a cinematographer on lots of movies like Apocalypse Now. It was AMAZING, he’s such an inspiring person who really believes in the power of dreams. He talked about how some painters like Caravaggio and Leonardo influenced him and he spoke about his work with Bertolucci and Coppola. It was very interesting and even touching - I almost cried at a certain point ahah
After that we met two actors from the Italian tv show Gomorra and that was interesting too and also quite funny lol
It was a really great day, I feel so lucky because this experience is amazing and I’m loving it :D


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I watch for the plot, I swear…

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First day in Giffoni :D I’m exhausted right now but I had fun today! There are soooo many people lol and I’m struggling to remember all the names of the guys in my group. Anyway, this morning we attended the screenwriting course and we mainly talked about tvshows ahah and then we went to lunch which was great too even though it was extremely hot outside. After that we were told about a project we’re going to work on and then we went to the main square where I saw Pif (an Italian director) and the filmmakers who made Planes 2 lol and then we sat for a while in a big garden waiting for dinner which I ate in a rush because I needed to go home with the bus.
It’s been a long and tiring day but it was fun. There’s also free food everywhere thanks to the sponsors lol I can’t wait for the next lesson. Now I’m going to sleep because I woke up at 6.30 am and I’m really tired.


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i-know-how-you-kiss:

A/N: *choked sobbing* [x]
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Killian hadn’t slept a wink the night before. How could he? How could he with the memory of her lips — so soft and warm — pressed against his? With the scent of her — honey sweet and distinctly her — still clinging to his clothes? With his heart — so full of light and unbelievable joy — beating out the staccato rhythm of her name?

In all his years — centuries of them — he’d never imagined this, had been too caught up in a place far darker than any one person should be allowed into. Then she’d stormed in — intrigued him, enchanted him — and he’d been lost to her. She’d dragged him under into a world that was somehow clearer, more vibrant, and stunningly real. He’d found purpose again, a spark of hope and something much more overwhelming and breath-stealing he dare not speak aloud — to her anyway, not yet.

He’d fought for her, given himself completely (unconditionally) to her, loved her in every way he knew how, and even then, when she’d joined him outside of Granny’s (gracing him with her smile and her bright green, playful eyes) the night before after returning from their little adventure in the Enchanted Forest, the last thing he’d been expecting was for that.

He strolls leisurely down the sidewalk, no destination in mind, just his head a bit dazed and his thoughts far away. He strokes gently across his bottom lip with his fingers — he swears they’re still tingling — and rounds the corner of a building on Main Street. His eyes lift and his body jerks, going still when he sees his Swan up ahead, walking beside her mother, her hands animatedly aiding in whatever tale she regales to Snow. Charming and Henry are ahead of the stroller, the Prince’s arm slung companionably around the young lad’s shoulders and he can tell by the way they’re shaking that they’re both laughing at some amusing shared secret.

They make quite the picture, the Royal Family, and his heart aches a little in his chest — aches with want and family and home, and before he can even think about what the bloody hell he’s doing, he’s striding down the street and reaching for her arm to gain her attention.

“Swan?” He loses a little bit more of himself to her when she turns those big jade-colored eyes to him, damn her. He gives her a nervous smile. “May- may I have a word please?”

She holds his gaze for a long time, wordlessly, and for a brief moment, he’s terrified — terrified that his imagination had cruelly conjured the last few days of their journey to the past, her returned affections, the kiss — and his stomach drops heavily. Then she’s turning to Snow.

“Could you give us a minute?”

The queen’s eyes flicker suspiciously back and forth between the two of them and he can feel the heat creep up from his neck and into his ears before staining his cheeks. The corners of her mouth tug up politely and she gives Emma a look that only a mother ever could, before continuing down the sidewalk after her husband and grandson.

“Come on,” Emma says to him, and he follows her into an alley.

He’s not entirely sure what he means to say, he hadn’t thought that far ahead, he was just stupidly leading with his heart as he always did. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He wanted to see her again, to see her smile and hear her laugh and watch those eyes of her fill with wonder and hope as they had last night.

“Swan-”

Whatever thought had been on his lips abruptly dies away when she swivels on her feet and suddenly launches herself bodily at him — mouth crushing against his, arms around his neck and hands tangled in his hair. He hesitates for only a second, enough for him to feel the spark between them ignite along his skin, and then he’s kissing her back, sighing over her lips and wrapping his arms possessively around her waist and drowning, drowning, drowning.

She pulls away with a smirk and a teasing nip to his bottom lip that makes him see stars on the edges of his vision. Gods but the woman could kiss. He sighs again when she touches her forehead to his, just as she did the previous evening.

“I thought- I thought perhaps I’d merely dreamt last night,” he murmurs.

Emma smiles, he can feel it before she touches her lips to his once more. “You didn’t.”

Killian reaches up, cupping her cheek in his palm, and grins. His heart is so full, so near to bursting.

“We’re going to the park for a bit and Granny’s after. You should come with us,” she tells him.

He nudges his nose against her, enough that her mouth angles back up and brushes softly over his once more. “Are you sure?”

“Killian.” 

She says it exasperatedly and he knows he’ll never get tired of hearing his name spill from her lips, no matter how she says it.

“Very well, as you wish, love,” he chuckles, carding his fingers through her hair and simply enjoying just being with her.

Emma leans back to meet his eyes and she looks happy — beautiful and carefree and…his. Her fingers wrap around the charms on his necklace and she gives it a playful little tug as she starts to back out onto the street, leaving him no choice but to follow.

(The normalcy is short-lived — naturally, it is Storybrooke after all — because before they can think anymore on playdates with the infant Prince and breakfast with the lot of them, Leroy comes barreling down the street screeching about the latest catastrophe to strike the town. Emma exhales heavily and throws an apologetic glance his way. 

“It hasn’t even been ten hours since our last crisis.”

He reaches out for her, hand resting firmly against the small of her back — steady, strong, comforting — and her smile blooms, slow and wide and delighting him, before she takes off down the street and he goes after her.

To the ends of the world and time, he’d vowed, and wheresoever else she desires.)


Fin

i-know-how-you-kiss:

A/N: *choked sobbing* [x]

—————

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.

Killian hadn’t slept a wink the night before. How could he? How could he with the memory of her lips — so soft and warm — pressed against his? With the scent of her — honey sweet and distinctly her — still clinging to his clothes? With his heart — so full of light and unbelievable joy — beating out the staccato rhythm of her name?

In all his years — centuries of them — he’d never imagined this, had been too caught up in a place far darker than any one person should be allowed into. Then she’d stormed in — intrigued him, enchanted him — and he’d been lost to her. She’d dragged him under into a world that was somehow clearer, more vibrant, and stunningly realHe’d found purpose again, a spark of hope and something much more overwhelming and breath-stealing he dare not speak aloud — to her anyway, not yet.

He’d fought for her, given himself completely (unconditionally) to her, loved her in every way he knew how, and even then, when she’d joined him outside of Granny’s (gracing him with her smile and her bright green, playful eyes) the night before after returning from their little adventure in the Enchanted Forest, the last thing he’d been expecting was for that.

He strolls leisurely down the sidewalk, no destination in mind, just his head a bit dazed and his thoughts far away. He strokes gently across his bottom lip with his fingers — he swears they’re still tingling — and rounds the corner of a building on Main Street. His eyes lift and his body jerks, going still when he sees his Swan up ahead, walking beside her mother, her hands animatedly aiding in whatever tale she regales to Snow. Charming and Henry are ahead of the stroller, the Prince’s arm slung companionably around the young lad’s shoulders and he can tell by the way they’re shaking that they’re both laughing at some amusing shared secret.

They make quite the picture, the Royal Family, and his heart aches a little in his chest — aches with want and family and home, and before he can even think about what the bloody hell he’s doing, he’s striding down the street and reaching for her arm to gain her attention.

“Swan?” He loses a little bit more of himself to her when she turns those big jade-colored eyes to him, damn her. He gives her a nervous smile. “May- may I have a word please?”

She holds his gaze for a long time, wordlessly, and for a brief moment, he’s terrified — terrified that his imagination had cruelly conjured the last few days of their journey to the past, her returned affections, the kiss — and his stomach drops heavily. Then she’s turning to Snow.

“Could you give us a minute?”

The queen’s eyes flicker suspiciously back and forth between the two of them and he can feel the heat creep up from his neck and into his ears before staining his cheeks. The corners of her mouth tug up politely and she gives Emma a look that only a mother ever could, before continuing down the sidewalk after her husband and grandson.

“Come on,” Emma says to him, and he follows her into an alley.

He’s not entirely sure what he means to say, he hadn’t thought that far ahead, he was just stupidly leading with his heart as he always did. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He wanted to see her again, to see her smile and hear her laugh and watch those eyes of her fill with wonder and hope as they had last night.

“Swan-”

Whatever thought had been on his lips abruptly dies away when she swivels on her feet and suddenly launches herself bodily at him — mouth crushing against his, arms around his neck and hands tangled in his hair. He hesitates for only a second, enough for him to feel the spark between them ignite along his skin, and then he’s kissing her back, sighing over her lips and wrapping his arms possessively around her waist and drowning, drowning, drowning.

She pulls away with a smirk and a teasing nip to his bottom lip that makes him see stars on the edges of his vision. Gods but the woman could kiss. He sighs again when she touches her forehead to his, just as she did the previous evening.

“I thought- I thought perhaps I’d merely dreamt last night,” he murmurs.

Emma smiles, he can feel it before she touches her lips to his once more. “You didn’t.”

Killian reaches up, cupping her cheek in his palm, and grins. His heart is so full, so near to bursting.

“We’re going to the park for a bit and Granny’s after. You should come with us,” she tells him.

He nudges his nose against her, enough that her mouth angles back up and brushes softly over his once more. “Are you sure?”

Killian.” 

She says it exasperatedly and he knows he’ll never get tired of hearing his name spill from her lips, no matter how she says it.

“Very well, as you wish, love,” he chuckles, carding his fingers through her hair and simply enjoying just being with her.

Emma leans back to meet his eyes and she looks happy — beautiful and carefree and…his. Her fingers wrap around the charms on his necklace and she gives it a playful little tug as she starts to back out onto the street, leaving him no choice but to follow.

(The normalcy is short-lived — naturally, it is Storybrooke after all — because before they can think anymore on playdates with the infant Prince and breakfast with the lot of them, Leroy comes barreling down the street screeching about the latest catastrophe to strike the town. Emma exhales heavily and throws an apologetic glance his way. 

“It hasn’t even been ten hours since our last crisis.”

He reaches out for her, hand resting firmly against the small of her back — steady, strong, comforting — and her smile blooms, slow and wide and delighting him, before she takes off down the street and he goes after her.

To the ends of the world and time, he’d vowed, and wheresoever else she desires.)

Fin


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