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red-flagging · 10 months
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jumpscared by the guardian review of lost in the stars describing the hot, lesbian-coded, artistic-director-turned-unofficial-PI female lead as "a tough cookie that drives like lewis hamilton"
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mobius-m-mobius · 6 months
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#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches
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twobrokenwyngs · 3 months
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Travis Cohle ⟶ True Detective Season 1: Who Goes There ⟶ True Detective Night Country: Part 2
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lightwise · 2 months
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Crosshair's Choice
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Fine. We'll do it your way.
I won't leave you this time.
I've made my decision.
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alabyte · 2 months
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— Tech had me memorize all of them. — Of course he did...
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ISAT discord out here giving me amazing ideas again this time we got COWS!!! (Forgive my inability to draw them hehe…)
I was demanded these be put on my tumblr when finished so here ya go!
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lagomort · 4 months
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I have nothing left And all I feel is this cruel wanting Thank you to @insertdisc5 for creating In Stars and Time to hurt me specifically ✨
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thebirthofvenusfly · 2 months
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i love that siffrin is the rogue of party with his clever wit and quick reflexes and cool gloves and dagger and fun vibes and mysterious eye patch and it's literally all a trauma response and/or nervous habit
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rebeljyn · 1 year
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Can we agree that this scene like... you know?
↳Genevieve O'Reilly as Mon Mothma in Andor S01E12
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crystal-mouse · 9 months
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SNW SPOILERS
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SNW s2e6- Lost in Translation
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a-little-lostecho · 7 months
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Currently thinking abt Jingliu’s story quest, spoiler’s ahead beware —
I’m thinking about how much of an impact Jingliu’s torture had on Blade and how fucking devastated Jingliu must’ve been to go through with it. I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve still been reeling from the new effects of the abundance and his possible regret and grief for ending up as the very thing he hated and swore to fight against—
I’m thinking about the way Jingliu must have chased him down after hearing or- or seeing and experiencing them attempt that resurrection and feeling utterly betrayed by two of her closest friends— two people who were supposed to be Baiheng’s closest friends— (How could they do that, how could they do that, how could they do that?!) —and swinging her sword, the Shard Sword (the one he made— the one he gave to her), at him mindlessly and hurt, with the intent to make Yingxing feel the same way.
I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve first felt when he died — the first taste of nothingness to cleanse him of the utter agony of devastation and grief, and then the horrible feeling of everything when he was resurrected again. I think about the way Yingxing, so open and honest, feeling so deeply, must’ve ley out a sob when his chest began to heave again. I think about the way Jingliu must’ve watched with tears of frustration and agony shining in her own eyes. (You did this to yourself. I failed by not stopping you but you and Yinyue-jun were the ones who disgraced her memory first — you have no right to cry like that!)
I think about the way Jingliu must’ve made a conscious effort to destroy his hands— his pride and joy, the ones that made the Shard Sword she turned against its creator. I imagine her throwing it on the ground after the first— or one of the first few of his many deaths, telling him to “Rise” and “Stand” to face her, forcing him to fight over and over again living over a hundred deaths as punishment for what he did.
I think about the way ‘Yingxing’ must’ve slowly died in this process of hours or days of endless torture and punishment with his heart as an artist splayed out and destroyed, flesh bared and heart unbeating as the artist in his mind marvels at the beauty and fantastical agony that became his existence until he no longer thinks; mind rewritten with Jingliu’s preachings of “The three who must pay the price.” and her merciless sword techniques and lessons. I think of how Yingxing, the existence that he was, had truly been killed and warped in all the suffering Jingliu imparted on him — and I wonder how they could ever mend that bridge again.
I think about Jingliu stopping only after the hundredth death as now Blade stands on steady feet with muscle memory from the past nth deaths until Jingliu turns her back with her final lesson and parting words; satisfied, but not fulfilled, by the way she’s carved her presence and regrets into Blade’s mind and body irreversibly. I think about the way she spared ‘mercy’ to him by leaving him astray and to escape the Xianzhou and Luofu. I think about the effort it must’ve taken Blade to chose aimless wandering over eternal sentence… or maybe that too had been Jingliu’s choice.
I think about Jingliu, walking away with nothing but white noise and mara screams, echos of the past, filling her mind until her body gives out from restless days of fighting Blade, forcing onto him the punishment she so strongly believed he deserved — because she couldn’t rest until the lesson had finally set in, what kind of teacher would she have been if she had? I’m thinking about the way her body collapses to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings with no one to catch her and no one to see her at her weakest as she mourns for everything they once had but can never have again because of what they did. Because of what all of them have become.
And finally, I think about the reports that must eventually reach Jing Yuan at the divine seat of foresight. I think about the way he must feel; knowing one of his friends is irreversibly dead and the other three have torn each other apart in that grief. I think about how destroyed he must be, choosing between his duty and his lovers— but finding all too much fault in the choices they made and the suffering they have caused. I think about the decisions he would have to make and the punishment he’d have to invoke on Dan Feng becoming Dan Heng in spite of his emotions, because he is the last one left. And if no one else can remain on the Luofu then he must be the one to carry their memories.
I think that the High Cloud Quintet are irreversibly scarred by themselves and by each other, and I wonder how they’ll ever be able to mend things.
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larabar · 7 months
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falling star
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giftplane · 15 days
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(The Universe watches, unmoving. It waits, for your performance, with a keen eye. Almost as if it were unwilling to interfere.) (...) (...You bow.)
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girlkisserr · 2 months
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quick doodles of @modpix-blog's sifstem guys
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ladyzirkonia · 17 days
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Edmon Rampart in The Bad Batch
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I'm not normal about the animation and how fucking expressive his face is! And how did I never recognize his bright brown eyes?! He looks so concerned in this last scene.
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message-lost · 30 days
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i gave him mental illness <3
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