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willgrahamkinnie · 1 month

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I just think it’s so god damn insane.

Absolutely batshit crazy.

The whole scene where Will is seen in Hannibal’s house in season 2, knees up to his chest, sitting on the same floor where he had nearly lost his life…

First of all, let’s think about this…

So, we first have to realize that Hannibal’s house was boarded up. Locked, and everything inside covered with plastic.

Will had to make the decision to get in his car and drive the 2 or so hours to Maryland, then decide to break into the house, THEN proceed to sit in the same spot he nearly died.

I can’t imagine what he feeling when he stepped into that house after months of not doing so, especially since the last time he did so, he was betrayed by the man he loved.

The blood on the floor was cleared, but the ground was still tainted. The entire house, even, was filled with memories.

He came there for answers to questions he didn’t know if he even wanted answered. What did he feel about Hannibal? Especially after what happened? Did he forgive him? All the questions were already answered. Will knew that, deep down, but still wouldn’t let himself admit it was true.

Even so, he stayed there, pondering, searching for another answer.

Now, when Alana comes in, it’s an interesting interaction…

She is there to search for answers herself…to the same questions Will had. Except, her answers were different.

She didn’t seem surprised to see Will there already as she walked in, but why should she? They both went through the same thing, after all.

Although, Alana, she was was the one on the other side of the veil. Even though they had both gotten betrayed by Hannibal, the meanings behind each were vastly different.

Alana was disposable. A plot point in Hannibal’s story. Whereas Will was was something that Hannibal would give up absolutely everything for. Hurting Will hurt Hannibal just as much.

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aimlessme · 9 months

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#pets #dogs #cats #literally true

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demon4dilfs · 1 year

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#literally true #Sonic #robotnik #jimbotnik #jim carrey #why they use his c*ck pic

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gorewound · 1 year

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Today I watched three movies that are all about the inherent horror and isolation of living with mental health issues.

Smile

Lets Scare Jessica To Death

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Horton Hears A Who

#movies #mental health #smile #lets scare jessica to death #horton hears a who #literally true

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merrikstryfe · 8 months

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#literally true

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

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fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma · 5 months

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@zukki-week day four: blue spirit x Kyoshi warrior(s) shenanigans <333

#zukka #atla #zuko x sokka #zukka fanart #atla fanart #zukki #zukki fanart #sokka x zuko x suki #sukka fanart #sokka x suki #suki x zuko #zukki week 2023 #oooohhhh I was excited abt this one #I love Kyoshi warrior Sokka x blue spirit Zuko but adding suki…. literally dream come true #Ty for the zukki week op for opening my brains to the possibilities of which I was previously blind #anyway enjoy my humble delivery <3

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anuphim · 4 months

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narilamb save me....narilamb....save me narilamb....

#i literally have been struggling to get anything irl done bc they plague my mind so much #cotl #cult of the lamb #narinder #the one who waits #narilamb #true devotion #digital art #my art

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radicalposture · 1 year

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‘how did disney let them make andor omg!’ ‘lol netflix let them make blockbuster that’s so funny’

#i’m not saying andor isn’t good or that the things it says aren’t true #but maybe uh. cool it with the how was this allowed 😝 takes #btw i did not make this image sorry to the op literally did not intend for this to get more than 5 notes

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demaparbat-hp · 8 months

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Little Zuzu for an incoming project 🔥

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coincidencemagnet · 1 year

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Me, trying to install an answer change in work when my laptop tells me it needs to restart: "Can it wait for a bit? I'm in the middle of some calibrations."

#literally true #but also brain plz

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 days

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An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wen qing #wen ning #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #In the audio drama she quite literally opens the door and then leaves after seeing them without breaking conversation.#It is both so impressive and deeply funny to me.#I imagine her just literally pivoting in one foot and walking right out.#She came home after a long day at work and in 0.5 seconds went “I would rather go back to the office than deal with this right now”.#Besides tickling me to near tears - this scene is also a great introduction to Wen Qing - her first instinct is to protect!#She lives by the code of 'I don't care who you are - if you need help I will lend it.' a true doctor and professional.#Sure she is *mad* that Wen Ning puts himself (and her to a lesser extent) at risk by helping 'the enemy' but she gives in quick.#I love Wen Qing a lot - she is such an unsung hero in this story.#Sorry that her first appearance on this blog was...what it was. I'll let your curiosity take you down that path...

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prokopetz · 8 months

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I fully realise this blog's readership is exactly the wrong audience for this sort of advice, but I'm annoyed enough that I don't care: the reason you consistently dodge directly into the very projectiles you're trying to avoid is because you're looking at them. You reflexively move toward wherever your gaze is fixed. Don't look at the projectile – look at the gap or safe space you need to reach to avoid it.

#gaming #video games #grumping #the is about video games but it is also metaphorically true of literally everything

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vict-torn · 20 days

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