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soldier-poet-king · 11 months
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Ik the internet has collectively decided liking Hamilton is cringe bc ppl were writing real person fic, making founding father self inserts, and because anything that gets a big enough following must be mercilessly shunned after 6-12 months but like, I got surprise tickets to a matinee today as a bday gift and it really IS that good?
Like. I'm not USamerican. I'm not sitting here like "oh yes this is absolutely historically accurate and this is how everything went down and how these ppl were irl". Its a story. A historical adaptation. But it's a Damn Good Story. It's thematically compelling. It's emotionally resonant. It's about hunger and imagining death and ambition, about that desperation that drives you towards elusive satisfaction, about legacy and memory and the construction and telling of narratives, it's about UNEARNED GRACE and impossible forgiveness.
Like it really IS a good story, and as someone who only know these people as /characters/ and not historical figures, they're compelling characters? Their arcs are interesting? Hamilton and Burr as foils is so good? Washington as a model of leadership and of regret? Of legacy earned and unearned? ELIZA??MY EVERYTHING?? She's not a "main" character but the narrative hinges on her, when Hamilton is stripped bare of his ambition he thinks of her. She controls and saves the narrative, ultimately. It comes down to Eliza as the centre of it all, best of wives and best of women truly.
The music is a bop, the choreography fun, the set design simple but effective. Like? I get things that have a massive teen fandom can be annoying, and taking it as Historical Fact would be stupid. But as a story???? It really is that good?
Also we had an understudy as Hamilton and he was v young with such a soft higher voice and it REALLY worked esp in act 1 with the whole young scrappy hungry thing. He was also shorter than Eliza which imo. Perfect. Tiny man among a cast of largely very tall men and a few very tall women.
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spooksier · 4 months
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pandorica radio, a comic about an angel, a saint, and you.
out now and forever
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masonjarcollector · 6 months
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Not to be melodramatic but "you've got to get better, you're all that I've got"/"I've got to get better, I'm all that I've got" might be one of the most beautifully raw and heartwrenching lyrics I've ever heard sung before. Like. Shoot, man. I really am all that I've got.
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lightyagamifan · 5 months
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imagine it’s a quiet sunny day somewhere in the avidya forest, with wanderer and you laying underneath the tree. he tucks your hair behind your ears, gazing at your sleeping form on his lap with slight curiousity, thinking about how peaceful you look as you rest
but most importantly, he wonders how the peeking sunlight perfectly illuminates the beauty in your face (*'▽'*)!
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zer0pm · 8 months
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Imagine having dated Luis Serra in the past only to be reunited with him literally chained to you.
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“Another late night?”
A sigh. “Sí. Wesker wants another update on the new medicine my team is developing.”
“Didn’t you just send him a report about it this morning?”
“My thoughts exactly. But people like him, they’ll push because they can and keeping pushing until they get what they want.”
“Sounds familiar.”
The man stops typing away for a moment to turn and wink at you. “You like it when I push.”
You chuckle lightly in turn and pull up a seat next to Luis. The researcher welcomes you at his side, instinctively placing his hand upon your knee as soon as you settled onto the chair. His fingers dance upon the fabric of your pants, caressing the warm skin beneath while his other hand returns to the keyboard.
There is a tired expression upon his handsome face as he focuses back on the computer screen, but the tugged up smirk on his lips and the relaxed gleam in his beautiful grey eyes that appeared in the wake of your presence of you was unmistakable.
“It’s going to be awhile,” he says, a soft lull in his voice. “You should go home and get some sleep, mi corazon.”
You shake your head, returning him a gentle smile of your own. “I’ll wait, Luis. I don’t mind.”
“Can’t rest unless we’re in bed together?”, he says with a wag of his brows.
You quip back playfully, “We wouldn’t even rest if we’re in bed together.”
The Spaniard hums thoughtfully. “That’s a tempting thought. I better hurry up, then.” He leans his head against yours. “Pero, seriously. I don’t want to make you wait.”
A comforting hand reaches over to affectionately squeeze his muscles arm, “It’s fine. Stop worrying. As long as I’m with you, Luis, I’m happy.”
You feel him nod. The growing hairs along his fine jaw, softly scratching against your head. “Yo tambien. What is the expression, we’re… attached to the hip?”
“Practically chained together you and I.”
“Keep distracting me with ideas like that and we’ll never leave this place.”
—-
A deafening ring scratches against your ear drums, a dim light shines a dull pain in your eyes, and rusted metal scratches against your wrists. All these sensations awoke you gradually, a slow rude awakening. You’ve barely a moment to gather your wits and take in your surroundings before a familiar voice catches your attention.
“¿Estás bien? Are you hurt?”
It’s Luis, he sounded slightly disgruntled, but it did little to hide his evident concern for you.
You instinctively shake your head. “No. No, I think I’m okay. You?”
“Could be worse. Better than being in a musty burlap sack. And this time, I am in the presence of good company.”
Always the charmer. Some people just do not change, and when it came to Luis, that thought puts you at ease.
The last thing you remembered before coming to was finding Luis tied up in some basement. Leon was there, and another man, large and imposing, who approached the three of you unannounced. There were gunshots, and you recall a massive fist connecting with your head. That’s gonna bruise…
You look overhead to see your wrists clapped in irons and a pair of strong arms dangling alongside yours.
“Guess we ended up chained together, afterall.”
You feel Luis’ back slightly shaking against yours, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. “I admit, this isn’t how I imagined it to be like either.” After a slight pauses, he sighs and calls you by name. “Pleasant talk aside, not that I’m not happy to see you again because… admittedly… I am- But what are you even doing here?”
You shrug. “Oh, you know. The views.”
The Spaniard scoffs. “Falsa. You’re a terrible liar. Always have been.”
Again, you deflect. “And what about you, Luis? This doesn’t exactly look like a cozy spot for a vacation.”
“I live here. Within the village. The house you found me under? Casa de mi infancia. My childhood home. It was, anyways, before…”
He paused. For a moment that felt like an eternity, he said nothing. It unsettled you.
“…Luis?”
He shifts a little behind you at your voice before a what sounded like a defeated sigh escapes his lips. “Joder. I was conducting research,” the man began. “After leaving Umbrella, I came back here to treat the villagers from a disease that has plagued them for a long time. Back then, it was bad. But now, it is much, much worse than when I left many years ago. I tried to help, but as you can see, I’ve had little success.”
Now it was your turn to fall silent. That was a lot to take in. After separating from Luis all those years ago, you continued to keep tabs on him. You made the excuse that you were simply monitoring his movements in case you were able to gather more information about Umbrella, but really, you just wanted to make sure he was okay. The last time you two spoke… it did not go well. And when he went off the radar, you thought the worst but never gave up searching. To say you were relieved to see him again and learn that he still practiced medicine for the benefit of others was an understatement. You feared that he may have gone off the deep end and we’re glad that you were wrong.
Luis speaks up when you said nothing. “Suppose it’s a good thing that you didn’t come here with me, after all.”
You pondered over what to say. There was plenty. You wanted to tell him that you missed him. That you thought about him every day. That you ended things between you two for his sake. But they all failed to reach your throat. Instead, you opt for a different truth. One that he deserves.
“I work for the government.”
When he doesn’t speak right away, you mentally prepared yourself for his anger and disappointment. You expected him to fly off in a rage and curse you a thousand times over, reproaching you for failing to come to him with this from the beginning. You expected him to question if your time together, if your feelings shared were genuine, and you were prepared to confirm that you and him were real. Instead, as often as Luis does, he surprises you.
“I know.”
You blink, your words faltering for a second. “Y-You know? What do you mean ‘you know?’ When- How-”
“After you left me. I did a little digging- on my own… and I learned some things.” He shifts to his feet and you followed suit, meeting his eyes. Despite their cold hue, his words came out warmly. You detect a hint of anxiousness from him. “I know why you did what you did, mi amor. Just wished you would have told me.”
Your heart flutters unmistakably from his term of endearment for you. You had to force your eyes down so as not to have your emotions betrayed to him even though it was already pointless at this point.
“I couldn’t…”
“I know.” Those little words again. “Still would have been nice to hear them, anyway. Well, perhaps not “nice”- Pero, it would have been ideal to try to work it out together.”
“Would you have wanted to at that point?” The question left you before you could bite it back.
Luis’ eyes sparkled at the almost hopeful tone in your voice. “With you, I want to do everything.”
This man is too good to be real. You wanted to hug him then and there, to pour out every apology known to man, to beg his forgiveness and declare your love for him. But the chains around your hands and the fear of rejection prevented you from doing so. However, the way Luis looked at you told you everything you needed to know, told you everything he felt and still feels for you, and you only hoped that your eyes said the same. Still, being one that wishes to validate their intentions, you opened your mouth.
Luis stops you. “Shh! You hear that?”
You focus your senses, trying to identify what he’s talking about. And sure enough, the distinct sound of garbled, inhuman groans reaches both of your ears. Your fists clench and your body tenses instinctively. This time, not of fear, but in disciplined alarm, ready to face any threat that dared to come your way. Luis picks up your stance instantly, a flash of amusement and admiration in his grey gaze.
“Now, despite my impressive physique, I’m actually not much of a fighter. So, would you…?”
You switch places with him before he could even finish his sentence, minding the chain that connected you both. The tall man reflexively shivers beneath your touch and as you left a hand lingering upon chest in a protective manner, he didn’t move away.
“Stay behind me and keep your distance.” You ordered sternly before throwing him a side glance, “And by the way, this discussion is far from over.”
“Muy bien. You got this.”
His tone was meant to be casual, but there was no denying the hint of admiration (and daresay lust) that rumbled within his thick throat. This was a side of you he has never seen. And although he can deduce that it comes from years of discipline and training; deep down, he knew your instinct to protect him comes from something much baser and more powerful. He knows, because he’s ready to protect you to despite his suggestion otherwise.
There was so much that needed to be said between you two. But that would have to wait until you were both safe. And without interruption.
“Just another long night, ¿si?”
As long as I’m with you, Luis, I’m happy.
You didn’t say it out loud. But he heard them all the same.
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A/N: A continuation of Him.
Gif is also not mine, please support the original poster :3
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solargeist · 5 months
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in my ending of the dsmp, wilbur finds out abt exile and captures dream, dragging him back to that sorrow filled sand and trades him to XD, the revival book in human form, XD loves his rules so he accepts. XD turns dream into a portal to Limbo, where wilbur gets to see ghostbur eye to eye.
They get to talk, 'i thought you hated me.' 'i could never hate you'.
wilbur wakes up in the sand alone, but with a fullness in his chest.
He makes amends with who he can, he leaves the door open and the window cracked. He rebuilds Lmanberg with his friends and family, on the side of the crater, homes line the walls with ladders, stairs, and porches. There are long tunnels expanding out to other nations, other homes and towns, they trade together, they visit.
Hes not president, he doesn't want to be, theres no cabinet, just people. Tommys taken on the leader role, keeping the history alive is important to him, Wilburs proud of him, and he knows when he leaves, theres something to always come back to
its not perfect, things never will be, but its their life, a life they've dug out of the mud and polish everyday.
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snivyartjpeg · 9 months
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baroryuu week day 5 - any AU
fire emblem aus my BELOVED!! here's dark knight barok and bow knight ryu (and they kiss and fall in love through the struggles of war and ride their horses off into the sunset)
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junibugs · 2 months
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guys. i'm thinking to much about eren jaeger and its making me so mentally ill
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sanepersonhere · 11 months
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Human train(s)!
This is a gift for @bruhstation's cstm anniversary!! Thank you so much for creating Casa Tidmouth!
The blog was 70% (at least) of the reason of why I first started getting into the ttte fandom and also the reason why I actually got back into art. I'd found the account when I had lost a lot of inspiration in drawing and it motivated me to create more pieces!
Cstm and the ttte art community also made me get back to social media too!! (Made this acc to follow train peeps and was originally supposed to be about ttte before I got obsessed with witch hat hehe)
The blog got me into reading/watching chainsawman and witch hat atleir aswell
Thank you also for making my friends think I'm crazy over talking about cstm and human train shenanigans. Though one of my friends now succsesfully simps for human trains so :D.
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hilarious.
desaturated ver because for some reason when I download the pictures with characters designs, they are more saturated than how it looks when i screenshot ^^
I hope the pictures aren't blurry :,)
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Thank you again for your brilliant stories and creative au!
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fleshadept · 2 years
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Rocky + magic
Boy (2010) dir. Taika Waititi
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spaciebabie · 5 months
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idalenn · 12 days
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To reach The unreachable star
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its-malarkey · 7 months
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My newest LMK headcanon that spawned while drawing for Burn: Macaque wears a glamour over his ears because during their fight, Wukong tore them up to such a horrifying degree that Macaque can’t stand to look at them or let anyone else see them
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sneez · 1 year
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more of my oc tervis (any pronouns), the creepiest most miserable little weirdo in town. which is saying something [id under cut]
/ ID: four digital drawings.
The first image is a series of drawings of Tervis on a paper-textured background. A heading at the top reads 'Tervis (Humble)'. One is a coloured headshot of Tervis looking to the left; they have a gaunt face, short receding hair, a scar bisecting their lip and right eyebrow, greyish skin, and are wearing a red shawl around their neck. An arrow pointing at their right eye reads 'one blue eye (mostly blind)'; another arrow pointing at their left eye reads 'one brown eye'. They have a serious, hostile expression. The second drawing is an uncoloured full-body sketch of Tervis. Next to this is the same drawing but coloured and with more polished lineart. Tervis is a thin, hunched figure wearing a long, dark brown robe, a greyish bag on their back, and a red shawl around their head and neck. They are barefoot, and are leaning on a walking staff with both hands. An arrow pointing to the walking staff reads 'needed for walking, useful for hitting'. Tied to the belt around their waist are several long scrolls of paper with writing on them. An arrow pointing to the scrolls reads ''blessings' they paste on infected houses'. Tervis is looking warily out at the viewer from beneath their eyebrows. An arrow pointing to their head reads 'scar from getting hit in the face with a brick (also knocked out a tooth)'. Alongside these drawings are a series of bullet points giving information about Tervis. These read:
   indeterminate age, indeterminate gender
   religious fanatic (unclear which religion)
   lives alone somewhere in the steppe
   dislikes everyone but is nicer to children than anyone else
   has every disease
The second image is a fake screenshot from the video game Pathologic. Tervis is looking out at the viewer; the background shows scenery from the steppe. The text on screen reads:
CHANGELING: I still don’t see what you could have done that would make you personally responsible for this plague. TERVIS: Responsible… no, not merely responsible! This is my plague, cast upon my head alone. I am the originator; my sin is at the root of all. I have ventured into the town. I have seen the canker there. No matter how many houses I bless, my sickness sinks deeper. The rotted limb is the death of the body… Surely you understand me. You are a healer, are you not? CHANGELING: What is it that you are asking me to do? TERVIS: Let me be the lamb, worker of miracles! My blood shall wet the earth, and bright flowers shall grow… My putrefaction will provide the soil within which new life will burgeon, pure and free of sin and decay. Let it be done. I am ready. My failing flesh is but little sacrifice; in death my weakness will be my strength. Soon these torments will be at an end.
Below are two dialogue options:
You’re insane!
What makes you so sure your death would solve anything?
The third image is a fake screenshot from the video game Pathologic 2. Tervis is looking out at the viewer, and has been painted in semi-realistic style. The text on screen reads:
Tervis: Why do you force me to live? Damn you! Your cure is poison to me. Now I shall never be blessed. You should have left me to bleed.
Below are three dialogue options:
Don’t be absurd. I wasn’t going to watch you die.
What makes you think you deserve suffering?
I wish I had.
At the bottom of the image is a line of dialogue which Tervis has just spoken:
The air is foul. There is rot in this place. The stench of corruption shall be – what was it? What was it? The stench of corruption shall be… swept aside…
The fourth image is a coloured scene depicting Tervis and Clara. They are central in the composition; around them is the steppe, which has been rendered in a loose, painterly style. Tervis is kneeling, their walking staff cast aside, and are reaching out their hands to Clara in a desperate, pleading gesture. They are crying, their face contorted in an expression of agonised ecstasy. Clara stands beside them, one hand reaching out, the other held above Tervis’s head as though about to touch their brow. She has a solemn, pained expression. Behind her head, a break in the dark clouds gives the impression that she is haloed by sunlight; rays of the same light fall onto Tervis, illuminating their face and red robe. End ID. /
#artwork#pathologic#tervis!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D#sorry i know ive already posted that fake p2 screenshot i just wanted to keep all my tervis images in one place. please forgive me#i am having. So Much Fun. i would explode and die for tervis shes the worst i adore her#making fake screenshots is so enjoyable i love trying to match the fonts and copying all the little ui details it's so fun highly recommend#i have a lot of tervis lore which i am still developing but hopefully these drawings give you some idea of his character#hes just a mess really. hes got every imaginable problem#that last drawing is her getting sacrificed in the humble ending. she is SO happy about it#also if you didnt see my last post tervis was originally a warhammer 40k oc (which he still is ive just made a bonus pathologic tervis now)#but ive tried to keep a lot of 40k stuff in her design like the blessing scrolls and the uh. Posture#that's also my reasoning for why nobody knows what his religion is. the watsonian explanation is they are just spouting incomprehensible#disjointed passages from some obscure scripture which nobody can identify (and who would want to try really. tervis is not good company)#but the doylist explanation is that it's literally just the cult mechanicus. just ignore all the references to the weakness of the flesh and#the glory of the machine it will all be fine nothing weird here at all#anyway :-) i could talk about tervis forever but i will stop now#i hope you are all well my dear friends! i am on holiday now wahoo#i am also aware that i have several messages to answer which i will do very soon i am so sorry for being so slow as usual#i love you all i am giving you individual kisses on your individual heads. mwah
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deathspoems · 8 months
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Can we please talk about this scene???
Like look how scared he is! And Aziraphale is only worried!
Like it's these little moments where book crowley really come out cause anyone who's read the book knows that aziraphale is a badass. And I find it hilarious and amazing that when asked if he had a fire arm's license he like "oh of course I do" and crowley is just standing there dumbfounded and curious as to why his angel would ever need one.
AND AZIRAPHALE RESPONSE IS SIMPLY " I keep a gun hidden inside a hollowed out book" LIKE THAT NORMAL?!?!
I MEAN PEOPLE PLEASE! THIS IS THE (new) ARCHANGEL OF HEAVEN AZIRAPHALE HE'S NOT FUCKING AROUND
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eerna · 2 years
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I just think that............. *gestures wildly to how Harrow experiences attraction* you know??????
#as you could probably tell by my fanart today i am having a Night#this funky repressed nun chose the object of her worship to double as her imaginary gf#she cuddles her she calls her beloved she tries to make a move on her#all completely imaginary of course. she doesn't feel any of that but likes to imagine she can feel it.#the object of her worship is also the death of god the monster he defeated once but couldnt defeat twice who resides in a tom under her home#a tomb harrow herself was conceived at the price of 200 innocent children to keep shut#she is the symbol of harrow's power as a necromancer she is the proof harrow deserves to live even if the price was so horrible#and then there's ianthe who is also a brilliant necromancer. who understands attraction at the level harrow does and uses it against harrow#how the only two times harrow even considered giving in to ianthe was when she was either at the end of her rope and insanely powerless#or when she felt at the top of her game like the powerful necromancer she is supposed to be and somehow isn't anymore#their touching is always threatening and uncomfortable and makes her feel on edge#and then there's gideon who just. has nothing to do with any of that. gideon exists on a completely different level.#she reduces alecto to ''ice lolly bimbo'' and ''big slut'' and ''bullshit dead girlfriend'' without breaking a sweat#she forgives harrow everything. things harrow had no part in and things she had. it doesn't matter she forgives it all#she holds harrow's hand she hugs her she kisses her she is REAL and the FIRST PERSON TO EVER PROPERLY TOUCH HER WITH AFFECTION#and it stuns harrow so much she is incapable of even processing it. she completely shuts down every time. we dont know how she feels aboutit#just. harrow and attraction and desire. holy shit#tlt liveblog
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