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lured-into-wonderland · 3 months
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Continues from [here] with @astarablaze
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( “All you must do is learn…” ) – turning around to the unknown voice Nunnally is trembling inside; though on the outside she attempts to appear confident. The demon girl didn’t expect anyone to hear her words. It’s not uncommon for her to speak with herself. To talk to the wind. To the clouds. To the darkness. To share her hopeless existence with creatures (yes, they are "creatures" for her) that would not judge her. But she’s never expecting the answer; and none was ever given to her. ...unless it was not for a stranger. For a passer-by like this man now in front of her. She can feel he’s not a human; that’s all that she can say without violating his mind (and herself in a way). But Nunnally doesn’t need to know. She’s curious, but she’s getting replies to her answers so rarely that not knowing is a state that’s most common for her. Perhaps even a preferred one.
She looks at him and doesn’t know what to do? Should she leave? Should she stay? Should she reply? Should she ask? So many possibilities. All of them just wrong.
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“What should I learn?” – she decides to ask – “To fly? Or to accept that I can’t.” – that was a valid question in her mind. Should she rebel against the hand that perhaps was cruel, but also saved her life? Or should she accept that she’d never find out. And understand. Why she is the way she is.
Should she simply accept the fate of so many princesses before her? Forced into submission, deprived of love, for their country, for their family, for their fathers and brothers? Should she silently and obediently walk the path of her ancestors and those women that would follow her steps?
"And what would you do?” – she asks – “Would try to learn and risk to lose your wings? To fall down and…become forgotten?” – or discarded is what she really means.
It’s easy to give advice to others. It’s more difficult when you risk to disappoint. But she’s already one, so how much risk is there really for her?
“Will you teach me, then?” – does he know what she is?
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thegothicalice · 1 year
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Had an oil palette prepped and thought a bird lady and peonies would be fun 🌸 16”x20” on board in a vintage frame.
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lepuszeppelin · 1 year
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Divine Furie
She was a genuinely happy woman. With every breath in her heart and each step in her soul she exuded calm and joy. Her friends knew her as kindness and her lovers knew her as comfort; she brought joy to all she knew and all that knew her. Never in all the lives of the world would anyone think to mistreat her or bring her to harm, nor her friends or their friends. Because that joyful woman gave herself to the world, the world in turn loved and cared for her. Though her gaze was intense you would not see her scowl; though her body showed strength you would not see her scorn; though her voice rang clear you would not hear her scold. Forever was she alive in this way.
No one would witness a time where she wept, not even the man that would take away her world. A thoroughly deceitful person brought darkness to her eyes when he cut through the throat of that joyful woman's wife, and for what but a bloodied hand full of unsorted bills and the wrong set of keys for a house he knew nothing about. With each mistake taken his grim follies grew deep, but not with resentment (another mistake) rather simply frustration at "failures this week". Him, as rotten a man as a rotten thing can be but his worst mistake then was in crossing the Furie.
Everyone called her Joy, was that really her name? Simply, she was That, from her name to her mind, and each step in her stride left her name in her wake by her slight, softened footsteps which echoes the same; steady, confident, unhesitant, "Joy, Joy, Joy". When her gaze found it's target, despicable cur of a person, still she would not scowl but strong and assured was her sight anyhow. Joy would smile at him, not obscenely or jestful, just peacefully, sweet as it ever would be. And he knew right away what Joy intended to do.
It was not just the echoes of footsteps that told. It was not just her face, calm and stony but warm. It was not that she strode closer, culling his fear and consuming his will to appeal to his safety. What warned him at first was the falling of air all around, like the Earth took her breath away from that place where he stood. The very air cascaded away, giving room for dearest Joy's footfalls to enter; And that let him know that he marred someone's love, that he ripped away comfort from the life of another. While unable to breathe and unwilling to scream, evil found on his face inextricably moved ever forward that all he had done would bear witness to his imminent undoing.
Treading calmly into the trembling one's view, Joy's dark pupils grew. In the depth of her gaze the evil brought forth was absorbed and eroded leaving only the scars of sin on the man's wretched visage. He recalled every fight, and every injury caused, and every life pulled into the darkness; He relived every slight against those of his kind, and every trespass against his community, and every bridge to a friend torn down; He was returned every cut, and subsumed by every shock, and left bare to each gust of cold that would grace the flesh of his victims. That man cried every tear, and bled every drop, and ended with each life which lead to the one that was HERS. A killing silence possessed reality itself, bringing darkness down around the murderer who by then was gasping for air, was blinded by sadness, was suffering the doubt and the shame he had given the world.
"Hhh- aaa- I'm s-ss…"
Then with even his will to apologize taken away, the man buried his face in the floor and lay motionless. His body made no sound, not as Joy turned away, not as the air returned to the space, not when his mind sparked for the very last time.
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haysianrose · 1 year
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Three furious vigilantes unite to take down a sinister crime syndicate that controls the mean streets of '90s Saigon.
Furies (Thanh Sói), directed by Veronica Ngo, is out on Netflix!
Furies is a prequel to Furie (2019), which was once the highest-grossing film in Vietnam's history.
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kneipe · 9 months
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weimar 2023
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shes-mad-but-magic · 2 years
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lilolilyr · 2 years
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fun-family · 2 years
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Mother’s Day Streamlist: Murderous Moms!
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Furie (2019)
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Aliens (1986)
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Blood Red Sky (2021)
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Us (2019)
Follow me on Letterboxd!
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stinckers · 2 years
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recent misprint stickers
S.F., CA (2022)
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liliotl · 2 months
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who can relate
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spitblaze · 7 months
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considering how many transmascs were legitimately way angrier BEFORE starting T and have since calmed down significantly have we perhaps considered that maybe the reason so many cis dudes are angry and aggressive isn't because of testosterone but maybe. like. personal issues. unmet needs. a social climate that teaches them that there are only like three acceptable emotional outlets for men max and one of them is being angry and shouting
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Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:
15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.
None of the hijackers were from Iraq.
None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.
None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.
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stil-lindigo · 2 months
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SPREADSHEET OF PALESTINIAN ESCAPE FUNDS‼️TIME SENSITIVE
Operation Olive Branch is a continuously updating spreadsheet of Palestinian escape funds where progress towards their goals is being tracked. As of right now, there are over 100 funds listed there.
Any amount of money can make a difference. With their recent decision to bomb Rafah, the only remaining “safe” territory in Gaza, Israel has forced Palestinians into a corner by giving them nowhere else to go. The international community has given Israel the ability to act with impunity - it is long past the point in time to rely on those in power to hold Israel to any standard of compassion.
Today, I want you to look at this document, choose a fund, contribute to it, and share it. The people in Rafah are living on borrowed time. Free Palestine.
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nordseehexe · 3 months
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bbbbbbbbatman · 3 months
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My take on the whole 'the JL gets mad at Batman for having a child soldier when he gets robin' thing goes like this:
The League is having a fight with Batman saying it's wrong to bring a child, especially with no powers, into fights with supervillains and it's irresponsible to put children in danger
And Batman interrupts with "so you take him then"
And the League just kind pause, like "huh?"
"One of you can babysit Robin for a week and then we can revisit this discussion."
They're a little confused but eventually Wonder Woman agrees to take him in.
She returns with him a week later. "I apologize Batman, we have misjudged you. I adore him but please take him back now."
(she couldn't get him to stop sneaking out to fight crime without physically restraining him)
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gaystation4 · 5 months
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