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no1-special-here · 4 months
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My favorite mirror 🪞
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arealtrashact · 5 months
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Blood of my blood
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campsis · 10 months
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Infinity Cat, Daniel Arthur
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pokeberry5 · 4 months
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i feel like i never draw tim smiling but bb robin tim smiles a lot! (in between angst and tragedy)
brought to you by my continued attempts at figuring out tim’s early robin hair
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astearisms · 8 months
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part of a sadness
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pinkblondie · 8 months
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It's ok, I won't mind suffocating you with my boobs
Paypal ♡ Wishtender ♡
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justcatposts · 1 year
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Doctor Meow and the Multiverse of Catness 
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catsofyore · 9 months
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A thoughtful chubbin. 1956. Source.
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sedlex · 1 year
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Somebody remind me to blaze this on give Tumblr some money caturday
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wingedqueenlynx · 4 months
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Angst drawing is complete ;]
Based off Riddlers deteriorating mental health and the various painted mirrors in Arkham knight. Our poor boy is going through the ringer.
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I just wanna give him a big hug or a warm blanket to comfort him, cause he needs it. (It’s actually the first time I drawn a character against a mirror and I’m really happy with it) :D
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ryllen · 18 days
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Cat at my neighbor's window.
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puppyeared · 4 months
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ouppys and kibbys
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bulkhummus · 24 days
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What I think is particularly heart breaking about this episode, is that Esteban is immortalizing a memory that Cecil doesn’t get to experience. Esteban knows about his grandfather, because he has heard the story several times before according to Abby, in fact they all just heard it. Cecil is experiencing, second hand, remnants of a memory that slides off of him. It refuses to stick.
There is something so poetic to me about Cecil being a reporter, a journalist, an observer, and doing everything to piece together a story from literal scraps of his own life, only to find its already been written for him. The story has already been told. Cecil doesn’t listen to stories, he tells them. I can think of nothing more infuriating than a story being told and not having a satisfying ending, or an ending that makes sense. Nothing within the story justified the ending. And yet we have seen it before throughout the show.
I am reminded of the episode It Doesn’t Hold Up, where Cecil watches the last few minutes of his comfort film Cat Ballou, changed and different. He has seen the same movie over and over and over again, and now the ending is different. In the drawing Esteban drew in 245, there is a shovel stuck into the dirt, and there is a boy climbing into a tree. In the ending of Cat Ballou, there is a man digging into the base of the tree. Just like in the episode It Sticks With You, when Abby, Cecil and their mother journey into the woods, and Cecil climbs into a tree over and over and over again until he can no longer remember the outing with his husband and son. Just like in Cassettes, when a young Cecil’s story is cut short, in an ending that Cecil refuses to listen to, immortalized on tape.
Just like in Liminal Spaces, when Cecil enters a space that is neither here nor there and is haunted by someone who tells him that he wants Cecil to remember. The very face that Cecil saw in Cat Ballou in It Doesn’t Hold Up. In fact, he tells Cecil he has no choice, before once again, he is pulled from the story.
Cecil’s whole life is one long interrupted narrative. It’s as if he is an old cassette that isn’t rewound all the way before pulled out of the slot and put back on a shelf. The next person to listen to the tape, unknowing, doesn’t realize where they’re starting off is not the beginning. There are things missing. Cecil has gotten so good at forgetting (and justifiably so) — has forgotten how to stop. He’s recording over the same tape over and over again until the tape inside is no longer coherent. I’m thinking, of the sound of a cassette being rewound, and how it could sound very much like how Cecil is often describing owl sounds.
So, how disquieting, to have your own family stare back at you, privy to information about yourself that you do not get to have. Cecil is there, quite literally, to construct a story for his town, but who is there to construct a story for him? A man you used to hate? A sister you aren’t sure you even like? A husband who you have forgotten before? Children who see and hear more than you realize? The listener?
No. Instead he will sit until dawn comes, and be made a fool out of trying to create a story, maybe even a better one, out of scraps of memories.
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mud-castle · 8 months
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That moment when your father doesn't consider you as a candidate for a political marriage so you strike out on your own, kidnap your estranged sister's children, and use them to propose to your political ally's marriage candidate.
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silver-frog · 3 days
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Un temps de chien.
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shihlun · 3 months
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Margarita Terekhova on the film set of "Mirror".
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