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zorokashi · 1 year
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HAN JOO WON'S LASHES
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future-passed · 2 years
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Too Old to Die Young (2019)
Volume 03. The Hermit
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k-odyssey · 1 year
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fumiya + ritsu + windows
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Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon in The Walking Dead - S7 E03 - The Cell 😭😭😭 Poor baaaabe! 😭😭😭
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rorygilmorestyle · 8 months
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04x03 - The Hobbit, the Sofa and Digger Stiles
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vhsnge · 2 years
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Episode Three: 鳴らない、電話 / The Silent Phone / A Transfer Initial JPN airdate: 10/18/95 Initial USA airdate: 08/25/97
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lavvendor · 2 years
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Shop Update Sunday: rainbow crystal jewelery!
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Dangle earrings
Subtle pride chain bracelet
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necrospit · 1 year
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ambitionunpacked · 10 months
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Current analysis of how often a performance opens or closes an episode in AMBITION.
Openers (as of 408): 23 / 51 [ 45% ] Closers (as of 408): 32 / 51 [ 63% ] Instrumental Openers: 6 / 51 [ 12% ] Instrumental Closers: 2 / 51 [ 4% ]
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eaion · 6 months
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RUNAAN and ETHARI in The Dragon Prince S03E03 "Ghost"
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Too Old to Die Young (2019)
Volume 03. The Hermit "Healing the Hunter."
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PARK HYUNG SIK as PRINCE LEE HWAN in OUR BLOOMING YOUTH
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05x03 - Written in the Stars
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lessbians · 1 year
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ALSO someone mentioned on tiktok during the conwilla wedding how willa had 3 bridesmaids on her side, leaving 3 empty spaces next to connor.... for his siblings who all left his wedding...... i'm legit crying conheads idk how much more of this i can take
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nexility-sims · 2 months
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𝐍𝐎. 𝟖   ❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❜   |   THE DEN, MID MARCH 1991
❧  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  /  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  /  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.
   ❛  Leonor had attended a recital just the day before, but this performance was an entirely different experience. She was unprepared for how arresting it would be. Without knowing, she had noticed the lead singer earlier that night, ostensibly holding court by the far edge of the bar, distracting the bartender with animated conversation. Leonor hadn’t heard anything she said, but her movements were full of energy, almost frenetic. Now, she held still. The bassist swayed from hip to hip. Behind them, the drummer stared out at the audience with a face full of shadows. Leonor thought the frontwoman resembled a pious statue as she stood there, chin tilted upward and eyes closed. The crowd hummed with impatient anticipation, but what she reflected back to them was unfazed tranquility. 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
❧ (the song here, as you perhaps could have guessed from the episode title, is meant to be "doll parts" by hole.) lightly phoned this one in BUT i'd rather keep moving than skip a week bc i was sick, so :^) this is an abridged version, and i'll post an unabridged version later today w/ a label for good measure !!! additionally, we are now done with the entirely self-indulgent red light filter, i promise sdfsdf
𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓
The very first chord sent a chill up Leonor’s spine. She watched, rapt, as the statue came to life in a fluid series of motions. Her voice was low and rough, not ethereal by any means but still somehow, to Leonor’s ears, exquisite. The lyrics washed over her unheard. She fixated wholly on the singing itself—on the emotion of it, how the crooning turned to a harsh quaver, within it a lament that felt more defiant than mournful. It was raw. The song’s inspiration, why this woman performed it as she did, was a mystery. It was the vulnerability of it that resonated. Leonor felt the emotion in her bones as she listened. Music was never her preferred outlet but, as she experienced the song, she wished it had been.
For these three minutes, Leonor was alone again. The stage’s pit had been packed with an eager, noisy audience that responded enthusiastically to every line of the song. As it became a concert for one, they faded. Leonor’s eyes followed the movement of the singer, how her lips parted and her fingers strummed the guitar she played. They existed together in a suspended moment outside of time. It might have occurred to her later that extending, even possessing, such a moment was well within her power. For enough money, she could have anyone’s private time—especially artists, people who needed and understood patronage. It wasn't it in the spirit of the venue, but neither was her very presence, arguably. However, she was entirely in the moment as it unfolded. Feelings welled up inside of her. Her skin prickled. Her eyes, too, felt the familiar sensation attendant to being overwhelmed. 
Still, even euphoria had a blush of grief these days.
The song ended, and the bar's spirited ambience rushed back in like a sun-blocking wave. As she began speaking casually to the audience, the singer’s captivating voice changed. Whatever spell she had cast broke. Her friends remained enlivened, but Leonor felt only the desperate need to reclaim the quietude again. The minute of transition between unfamiliar songs felt like too long—too risky—of a wait. Perhaps the night had caught up with her. Or, perhaps, if she ducked into a quiet corner and collected herself, she could resume the admirable attempt at normalcy that had characterized the evening so far. That was her preferred outcome. She knew, on one level, that she was having fun. This momentary lapse wasn’t really an aberration, she feared, but she was determined to treat it as such. 
Leonor turned to Kore instinctively, leaning close to exclaim the most convenient and innocuous escape valve within reach, “Where’s the restroom?”
TRANSCRIPT:
RENZO | Okay, settle down. Next up is a treat. The Fluke girls have a new song for us. This is a songwriter’s song, alright? Conceived in this building. Show some respect.
LEONOR | Where’s the restroom? KORE | Stairs, near the bar!
[Leonor sighs, door opening]
LEONOR | What are you doing here?
LEONOR | Oh—[Laughs]—sorry. RENZO | It’s a bathroom. Maybe I gotta piss.
RENZO | Hey, don’t leave. I’m kidding. Wanted to check on you. LEONOR | Really?
RENZO | Sort of. I also had an ulterior motive. LEONOR | Did you?
RENZO | I wanted to be alone with you again, too. LEONOR | You’re in luck.
RENZO | You know, you do look different in person. More real. LEONOR | I get that a lot. RENZO | Do you? Huh— LEONOR | [Snickers] No, of course not!
RENZO | So, what do you think— LEONOR | No more talking now, okay?
RENZO | I’ll show you the dressing rooms next time. LEONOR | Next time? [Chuckles]
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