#comes a bright day

[tuppencetrinkets]

~#75,000 icons of Imogen Poots, 200x100, slightly sharpened from: 28 Weeks Later, A Late Quartet, Black Christmas, Castle in the Ground, Centurion, Chatroom, Christopher and His Kind, Comes a Bright Day, Cracks, Filth, Frank and Lola, French Exit, Fright Night, Green Room, Greetings from Tim Buckley, I Know This Much is True, Jane Eyre, Jimi All is by my Side, Knight of Cups, Me and Orson Welles, Miss Austen Regrets, Need for Speed, Outer Range, Popstar Never Stop Never Stopping, Roadies, Rule Number Three, Solitary Man, Sweet Virginia, That Awkward Moment, The Art of Self Defense, The Father, The Look of Love, V for Vendetta, Vivarium, Waking Madison and Wish.

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[crownedstoat]

Comes a Bright Day

#Film is beautiful #Comes a Bright Day #production design

[novelconcepts]

There’s a line from American Gods I keep coming back to in relation to Yellowjackets, an observation made early on by Shadow in prison: “The kind of behavior that works in a specialized environment, such as prison, can fail to work and in fact become harmful when used outside such an environment.” I keep rotating it in my head in thinking about the six survivors, the roles they occupy in the wilderness, and the way the show depicts them as adults in society.

Because in the wilderness, as in prison, they’re trapped—they’re suffering, they’re traumatized, they’re terrified—but they’re also able to construct very specific boxes to live in. And, in a way, that might make it easier. Cut away the fat, narrow the story down to its base arc. You are no longer the complex young woman who weighs a moral compass before acting. You no longer have the luxury of asking questions. You are a survivor. You have only to get to the next day.

Shauna: the scribe. Lottie: the prophet. Van: the acolyte. Taissa: the skeptic. Misty: the knight. Natalie: the queen. Neat, orderly, the bricks of a new kind of society. And it works in the woods; we know this because these six survive. (Add Travis: the hunter, while you’re at it, because he does make it to adulthood).

But then they’re rescued. And it’s not just lost purpose and PTSD they’re dealing with now, but a loss of that intrinsic identity each built in the woods. How do you go home again? How do you rejoin a so-called civilized world, where all the violence is restricted to a soccer field, to an argument, to your own nightmares?

How does the scribe, the one who wrote it all out in black and white to make sense of the horrors, cope with a world that would actively reject her story? She locks that story away. But she can’t stop turning it over in her head. She can’t forget the details. They’re waiting around every corner. In the husband beside her in bed. In the child she can’t connect with across the table. In the best friend whose parents draw her in, make her the object of their grief, the friend who lives on in every corner of their hometown. She can’t forget, so she tries so hard to write a different kind of story instead, to fool everyone into seeing the soft maternal mask and not the butcher beneath, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the prophet come back from the religion a desperate group made of her, a group that took her tortured visions, her slipping mental health, and built a hungry need around the very things whittling her down? She builds over the bones. She creates a place out of all that well-intended damage, and she tells herself she’s helping, she’s saving them, she has to save them, because the world is greedy and needs a leader, needs a martyr, needs someone to stand up tall and reassure everyone at the end of the day that they know what’s best. The world, any world, needs someone who will take those blows so the innocent don’t have to. She’s haunted by everyone she didn’t save, by the godhood assigned to her out of misplaced damage, and when the darkness comes knocking again, there is nothing else to do but repeat old rhymes until there is blood on her hands just the same.

How does the acolyte return to a world that cares nothing for the faith of the desperate, the faith that did nothing to save most of her friends, that indeed pushed her to destroy? She runs from it. She dives into things that are safe to believe in, things that rescue lonely girls from rough home lives, things that show a young queer kid there’s still sunshine out there somewhere. She delves into fiction, makes a home inside old stories to which she already knows the endings, coaxes herself away from the belief that damned her and into a cinemascope safety net where the real stuff never has to get in. She teaches herself surface-level interests, she avoids anything she might believe in too deeply, and still she’s dragged back to the place where blood winds up on her hands just the same.

How does the skeptic make peace with the things she knows happened, the things that she did even without meaning to, without realizing? She buries them. She leans hard into a refusal to believe those skeletons could ever crawl back out of the graves she stuffed them into, because belief is in some ways the opposite of control. She doesn’t talk to her wife. She doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not about what’s underneath the surface, because that’s just a mess, so instead she actively discounts the girl she became in the woods. She makes something new, something rational and orderly, someone who can’t fail. She polishes the picture to a shine, and she stands up straight, the model achievement. She goes about her original plan like it was always going to be that way, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the knight exist in a world with no one to serve, no one to protect, no reason propelling the devastating choices she had grown comfortable making? She rechannels it. She convinces herself she’s the smartest person in the room, the most capable, the most observant. She convinces herself other people’s mysteries are hers to solve, that she is helping in every single action she takes. She makes a career out of assisting the most fragile, the most helpless souls she can find, and she makes a hobby out of patrolling for crimes to solve, and when a chance comes to strap her armor back on and ride into battle, she rejoices in the return to normalcy. She craves that station as someone needed, someone to rely upon in the darkest of hours, and she winds up with blood on her hands because, in a way, she never left the wilderness at all.

How does the queen keep going without a queendom, without a pack, without people to lead past the horrors of tomorrow? She doesn’t. She simply does not know how. She scrounges for something, anything, that will make her feel connected to the world the way that team did. She moves in and out of a world that rejects trauma, punishes the traumatized, heckles the grieving as a spectacle. She finds comfort in the cohesive ritual of rehabilitation, this place where she gets so close to finding herself again, only to stumble when she opens her eyes and sees she’s alone. All those months feeding and guiding and gripping fast to the fight of making it to another day, and she no longer knows how to rest. How to let go without falling. She no longer wears a crown, and she never wanted it in the first place, so how on earth does she survive a world that doesn’t understand the guilt and shame of being made the centerpiece of a specialized environment you can never explain to anyone else? How, how, how do you survive without winding up with blood on your hands just the same?

All six of these girls found, for better or worse, a place in the woods. All six of them found, for better or worse, a reason to get up the next day. For each other. And then they go home, and even if they all stayed close, stayed friends, it’d still be like stepping out of chains for the first time in years. Where do you go? How do you make small choices when every decision for months was life or death? How do you keep the part of yourself stitched so innately into your survival in a world that would scream to see it? How do you do away with the survivor and still keep going?

They brought it back with them. Of course they did. It was the only way.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yj meta #long post #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #the question not being how do you survive the wilderness. the question being how do you come BACK. #the way each of them tries so hard to keep moving forward #unable to untangle the girl in the woods from the adult suffering in polite society #how the world doesn’t want to hear about the pain or the night terrors or the sleepwalking or the addiction #the world wants the bright colors and the flash-bang headlines #the world doesn’t want who they are. who they had to be. it wants pretty perfect tragedy #that specialized environment lives on in each one of them every day #but it’s not a place anyone else can ever go #how do you feed that for so long and then just…stop? #constantly thinking about nat saying we didn’t make it out. none of us. #because no. no they didn’t. the girls died the minute that rescue chance did. what came back was risen from those ashes

[paintpanic]

Kirbtober Day 24: AU

[In which Panic posts art for her AU which she's never explained before.]

#kirbtober #elfilin #chaos elfilis #TL;DR: morpho getting absorbed at the end of forgo dreams fucks some shit up and a bunch of powerful souls get loose and come back to life. #drama happens and shenanigans ensue #some day i'll properly write it down #<- unlikely #bright colors #EDIT from the future: #res!au

[skinnypaleangryperson]

Bojack Horseman is the last piece of media that I would have expected to have a consistently enduring fandom. It's pretty much non-existent on an average day on Tumblr, but it's obnoxiously popular on other forms of media daily, and it kind of feels like tumblr is dying out in most content anyway, and even on here there's still a decent amount of content that's posted daily that is decent enough for a piece of media that was canceled years ago and wasn't super popular or mainstream even when I was out. It impresses me daily, it's a good thing, since BoJack is the love of my life anyway and is boring as it is, really all that I need for the rest of my sad, lonely, pathetic life.

#I keep trying to cling on to Rick as a comfort character too but honestly it's just not the same #whenever I just cling on to Bojack 100% I fall into this weird headspace where it just feels right #it's perfect for someone that loves niche bright colorful but at the same time depressing medium #with BoJack being my perfect type as a partner #as a mentally ill fanfic maladaptive daydreamer #and a someone who struggles severely with alcoholism and suicide and is looking for validation with that struggle daily #ans ALSO #has been looking for a sense of online community for years that doesn't just randomly die out #I've been checking Bojack culture everyday for literally 3 years straight without missing a single day and there's always something going on #granted the fandom does not care about me but actively despisees me and has made me suicidal more times I can bother to remember at this #point but considering how bleak and resourceless my life has become it's still a pretty good deal #it's much more preferable to that dead inside #utterly empty neurotypical feeling that comes with most media fandoms

[roszabell]

i’m really feeling the sticky-note & highlighters palette vibe recently

#this has some vaporwave to it too #polpru #prupol #maybe it’s spring / easter #just need some bright vibes!!!! #that’s coming up #i love my pastels til the day i die but i’m like what if i take those colors and NEON them #i’m glad to have this out it’s been sitting forever hehe #my art

[strawhatboy]

you were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. the collision of stars that slammed into us hard and sent our neat little world plummeting into the ocean. we never expected it to be you, you know? but it is you. It's all you. and now there's no looking back.

happy birthday captain! monkey d. luffy 05.05 🩷

#happy birthday to my favorite character my kind and bright boy I love you so much 🥹🥹🥹 #i can't put into words how proud i am of you and how far you've come! I can't wait to see you becoming king ❤️ #enjoy your day!!!! #and yes i know jinbe is also a mugiwara but i didn't have time to download more episodes to edit so thats it🫠 #animangab #monkey d luffy #one piece

[hannah-heartstrings]

            Stalks lean towards the sunset, their yellow cups reaching to catch the last of the light.

#buttercups #flowers #nature #prose #my writing #writers on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #photography #my photography #original photography #a lot of buttercups have sprouted in the field #i noticed that through the day they stand tall and face up then come evening they're leaning towards the sunset #and a big daisy i found (i'll post pics of it later) changes direction to face the sun #it's not just sunflowers it's flowers in general #it doesn't really look like sunset in this picture but it was just over the horizon and shining *so* bright #i couldn't get good pics with it in them 'cause i couldn't see XD

[justladders]

I was messing around with suggestive-ish poses the other day and wanted to do some weird colors with one of them

#fnaf #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #springtrap #suggestive #cw suggestive #eyestrain #eyestrain warning #bright colors #my art #of course i didnt realize when fnaf 3s aniversary was until it was the day of #i mean you could literally come to me on my brithday like “happy birthday!” and id be like “its my birthday??” #anyway didn't get any time once i realized so i didnt make anything special for it. maybe i will sometime later and just be slow as always #idk if its actually eyestrain but imma tag it just in case

[voltfruits]

hmm. thinking about how when the party goes into Aubrey's bedroom on One Day Left and she finally apologizes, Kel's immediate reaction is to apologize to her in return. and also thinking about how Aubrey always targets Kel in physical combat but also in her verbal accusations (Aubrey's dialogue upon winning in the church fight is "serves you right, Kel" and she doesn't seem nearly as mad at Sunny despite him actually slashing her with a knife). i know the common fandom perception is that Kel and Aubrey simply drifted apart after Mari died, but... i think it's very likely that something actively bad happened between them, but neither one of them wants to bring it up again. and i definitely feel like Kel secretly blamed himself for Aubrey's downward spiral.

#this is all headcanon ofc but my personal theory is #that after mari was buried aubrey would visit her grave ever day and try to get kel to come to #and eventually kel was like ''are you gonna do anything besides sit by her grave all day? when are you gonna move on and live your life?'' #and aubrey (justifiably) took that REALLY badly and then there was a screaming match #i think kel is generally well intentioned and he always wants people to look on the bright side of life #but he doesn't yet realize that it's not appropriate to force positivity on people all the time #idk. he's always forcing himself to fake happiness so i feel like he could force it upon others too #TLDR what if kel and aubrey had a fight like kel and hero except things didn't get better afterwards. are you crying yet #omori #aubrey omori #kel omori #omori headcanons #volt.txt #kelbrey #not romantic ofc but i know kelbrey nation will eat up this angst so. take it #oops there are hella spelling errors in these tags. whatever. L taken

[spockvarietyhour]

Season 5 was the best

#Season 5 of Angel was the best. I will brook no argument #But also thinking ''What if Hickey haunted Crozier like Spike Haunted Angel.'' #Crozier makes it back to England. Given some out of the way job at the Admiralty #gets a little carving of a bear #and out comes hickey in his canoe onesie #to haunt him to the end of this days. specifically. #AtS #Spike #Angel #Spangel #terrorposting #when will we get 1) a bluray release 2) colour corrected bc I had to turn up the brightness so much just to get it to this

[suworkbook]

It’s taken me four months to correct the timestamps on this janky pirated srt, but finally we can all continue our bid to set the world record for longest ever time taken to watch a nine minute cartoon.

#steven universe #su0210 #su liveblog #if there's one thing i'll forever remember in life #it's that the steven universe song credits are exactly 21925 milliseconds long #if i can be real with you guys here on tumblr.com for a minute #i've been having the worst few years of my life #and knowing that one day i can come back here and watch steven universe with you guys has been one of the bright spots that keep me going #i wish a beautiful chille tid to everyone who's still reading this blog #also what the heck is a chille tid

[pink-flame]

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#juke #jatp #my gifs #sometimes you just message your friend and ask if you should spend your Friday night making sad gifs and they come through with a yes #and two days later here we are #listen yes the angst is strong #but on the bright side we all know they overcame that fear together #and are soulmates #so #yay #tumblr gave me the hardest time uploading these I swear

[vampire-wizard-solidarity]

so, uh. the warm and bright day has come huh.

#‘a day will come warm and bright when i tear down these dismal shelter walls’ #‘do whatever you want’ #said with incredible tired disappointment #mmmmm !!! #ferry #pafl #100 epitaphs #parties are for losers #strike 3

[incorrectprodigalsonquotes]

Okay, my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I did a mock up sketch of a Victorian AU of Prodigal Son lol

Did I use a Murdoch Mysteries poster as a reference of sorts? ...Perhaps but you can't deny it looks cool 😁

Please note that this is a VERY rough sketch so if anyone looks a little off, I am aware 😆

P.S. has anyone else noticed that Malcolm’s eyebrows are thicker at the end instead of thinning out? Just me? Okay 🙃

#I'm also not loving how Malcolm looks or anyone else for that matter lol #but when it comes to drawing it really is a trust-the-process type of thing #prodigal son #prodigal son fanart #prodigal son victorian au #malcolm bright #dani powell #jt tarmel #gil arroyo #edrisa tanaka #jessica whitly #ainsley whitly #martin whitly #sunshine the parakeet #see you in six months when I finish this lol #I mean hopefully it'll be sooner but sox months is realistic these days

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

Posting one Murder Drones meme a day until Episode 5 drops, Day Eight.

#Murder Drones #Liam Vickers Animation #Glitch Productions #Uzi Doorman #Murder Drones Uzi #Solver Uzi #Serial Designation J #Murder Drones J #Murder Drones Tessa #Leaked Uzi VS. Tessa fight scene 100% real not clickbait #Finally figured how to remove the link things from pictures #So if you need me I'll be going through all my older posts and doing that #In other news apparently I've had the date wrong this entire time #I thought E5 was coming out on the 6th when it's actually the 9th #IDK how I got it mixed up but I'm so upset that I did #And I refuse to accept that it's my fault #So I'm gonna blame the Australians and their stupid day/month/year thing instead /lh #On the bright side tho it means I get to post more memes #Straight From the Dragon's Mouth