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a-flickering-soul · 8 months
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Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth / Ada Limon, "Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds" / Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House and Other Plays / Tamsyn Muir, "The Unwanted Guest"
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Image 1: --whole body surging in spasm. Gideon's heart started up again. Before she could move, Palamedes was there, and with terrible tenderness-- though they were alone in the room and the world alike-- he kissed the back of Dulcinea's hand.
Image 2: There once was a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her-- immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed that his wife's hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.
When I met Ana, I knew: I loved her to the point of invention.”
Image 3: "The Warden,” she said, “has been exchanging letters with Dulcinea Septimus for twelve years. He’s been—a weenie—over her. One of the reasons he became the heir of the House was to meet her on even footing. His pursuit of medical science was entirely for her benefit."
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Palamedes: (Pause) Look-- I doubt I'll get another chance to say this, so...
Voice: Don't. You don't have to.
Palamedes: I loved you. I love you still. I would have worked out how to love you better over time.
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raypakorn · 4 months
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Fantasy vs. Reality (Phaya's Version)
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lacefuneral · 5 months
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thinking abt ed's character development here
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cowsaresushi-coral · 2 years
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A little looping animation because my brain is just full of my thoughts on kirby blorbos. Guck, they’re just cute.
Breakdown of the animation below (various other gif examples) - Warning for the roughs, it’s very flickery because I have a couple of blank frames interspersed. It’s the 5th gif before a blurb of text.
kirby - so squishy. so cute. surprisingly can be difficult to animate because feef.
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galacta knight - i like his wings :)
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meta knight - note, one frame is SLIGHTLY different from the final because I made a last minute edit because it was bothering me SO MUCH. looks better now :D. This has the old wing animation, but I can’t be bothered to fix it in these gifs.
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both
I was going to have both get a little bit squished when kirby bumped into them, but it looked a bit weird with the wing animation going on, and honestly, I just got tired.
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roughs (flicker warning)
I skip frames for timing reasons. sometimes I can’t tell if i need another frame or not, so I’ll leave a blank in between, and play it, and see if it looks smoother with the blank, or weird and clunky. If it looks smoother, than it means I need another frame. I just draw that frame in crispy crispy lineart at the very end because i’m lazy :) (well, selectively lazy).
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Anyways, time to go do other kirby animations, or maybe do my animatics or maybe sculpt or whatever. I have many hobbies and projects
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pearlcaddy · 11 months
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midgelenny + hollywood (jukebox the ghost)
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landwriter · 1 year
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i am sorry i was so close-
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stuckasmain · 3 months
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Why is this man shirtless when talking to his ex situationship.
You stop that.
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dreamlandbarnes · 2 months
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tw flickering, implied/referenced abuse
the way jamie’s eyes dart around after beard physically drags tartt sr. out of the locker room is so haunting. it’s like jamie completely dissociates. he doesn’t have a moment to feel relief or remorse. he’s just standing there in shock, about to accept whatever comes his way (whether it’s a sucker punch that never comes or a crushing hug from his childhood hero).
it looks like jamie’s line of sight is stuck on the locker room doors until roy pulls him into his embrace, bringing jamie back down to earth. jamie doesn’t even notice his presence until roy is right there in front of him and filling the empty space of where his father was. of course he flinches (how was he supposed to know the next form of physical contact wasn't going to be violent? was this the first time jamie reacted with physical violence? or did he already know what to expect from his father when he fights back?) but then jamie buries his head deeper in roy's shoulder. he doesn't need to fear his father in that moment; roy has him in his arms and he can let go and cry and be the little boy who's been holding onto so much hurt.
and roy is there for him in every sense of the word. for a second it looks like jamie loses his balance, but roy is steady and solid as a rock. he only squeezes jamie tighter when the sobs get louder.
not joking when i say i think about this scene every day. and every time i edit it i always find something new. i currently have like three versions of this with different colouring and music lmao. i love the original scene and the choice the editors made to have that moment of stillness and silence before roy brings the music to jamie and "beware of darkness" starts playing. i can't find the interview where they talked about it but it was definitely an intentional decision that i'm very fond of.
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madeimpact · 6 months
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Y'know I think it could be interesting to write a thread where my little man just gets to go completely apeshit. The problem is it takes a LOT to get him to that point. But it can be done
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tatort-sideblog · 11 months
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Gegen Tote wird nicht ermittelt, das wissen Sie.
Karow & Rubin Meta
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pix-writes · 1 year
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tlou meta: the watch
SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD (look away now if you don’t want the game/tv show spoiled)
Here’s the thing that has insterested me since I finished the tlou game like 10 odd yrs ago & with the show making sure the watch is a recurring ‘theme’ on screen:
Throughout the game (and through the show so far), we are reminded frequently of how Joel has done some terrible shit to survive, has fucked over innocent people in the name of survival.
But the thing about his watch is, is that it is a symbol of his humanity. Not just of what grief he’s been put through, or of survivor’s guilt. Because his watch is what he looks to when he is in situations with Ellie, where he ultimately decides to keep going, to keep protecting her. It reminds him of Sarah, of course, but thematically it holds so much more weight than just a reminder of what he lost. It’s a reminder of what he used to be (a father). 
I could go on about why this is (though honestly i’m too tired/wired to think it out coherently) but the main, interesting part of this train of thought is that if the watch is a symbol for Joel’s ties to being human, of making the ‘right’ decisions (to protect Ellie), is that Joel has NEVER taken the watch off!
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a-flickering-soul · 2 years
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Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir / "Tam Lin", trad. collected by Francis James Child
In the "Tam Lin" ballad, Janet's love is taken by the Queen of Fairies and in order to get him back, she must hold onto him as he is turned into a variety of wild animals, a red-hot brand of iron, and a burning coal. It is only through her determination and her love of him, though he fights and hurts her at every transformation, that he is made human again.
ALT
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denkryn · 8 months
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Imogen feeling… strange that she can no longer hear laudna’s thoughts because back when everyone’s thoughts were chaotically swimming in her mind, the one place she could go to—her safe place, her solace—was laudna’s mind and her thoughts. She was so reliant on this one thing for so long, so dependant on it to live—not even live, but to survive. And now, she doesn’t need it anymore. And it feels like a loss. It feels like she’s lost her safe place—her home. Suddenly, it’s not there anymore. There’s just an emptiness. A silence.
Sure, the chaos is gone, but so is the joy.
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deadsetobsessions · 4 months
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Cassandra Cain knows how to read people. Every twitch, every micro-expression, every sway of their pupils.
She knows people better than they know themselves. She could pick out a person’s life without having to speak or hear a single word from them.
Language, without a sound.
Honesty, complete and unwilling, at her fingertips.
David Cain had beaten it into her; to observe, to read, to kill without protest. She was never a daughter to him- even if Cassandra hadn’t understood what love or being a daughter meant before she met Bruce- and she understood that.
There are scars lining her body, truths carved into her flesh that she knows she could never truly hide. But that’s alright. She’s learned by now that no one can read her quite as well as she reads them. Not even the metas. They notice it, of course, the tells and the twitches. But none of them could flawlessly put everything together like Cassandra could. They focus on the big things, like heart beat or sweat or flickering eyes. Cassandra takes note of the twitching fingers, the stances, the breaths, how lax their legs are, or which muscle groups are bunched up. She figures things out about them far before they even have a hint of her outer workings.
Cassandra Cain knows there is subtle faintness to her frame, a wildness lurking beneath her skin that she’s never going to be able to tame completely, the ways in which she leans that betrays her time as a starved and feral street kid. She also knows that no one will ever know the extent of it unless she allows them to. It’s nice, having that security.
It’s also lonely, that no one will understand her the way she understands everyone else. Well, until Danny Phantom.
Just like how she can see the scars left on him by people he trusted, the marks of crackling electricity behind a boy who should be dead, he also sees her. The training, yes. But Danny Phantom also sees the pavement like side to her where it should have been downy feathers. He sees the wildness prickling at her fingertips, the violence set in her bones.
And he still smiles at her anyways. His acceptance is screamed to Cass, though simply relaxed to anyone else.
Cassandra glides over to place a hand on Danny’s shoulders and squeezes twice.
Yes, she tells him without a word, spoken, you’re my little brother. I am not alone anymore.
Yes, she tells him without a sound passing through their eyes, we will protect you.
Danny beams up at her as the rest of the family relaxes. She still feels a thrill when she realizes (not belatedly, only slow comprehension) that they were waiting for her verdict.
She sighs in relief. Message received. Danny, eyes glowing green, leans back to rest on the couch.
He shrugs at her with a sincere grin.
And he even says thank you.
And he meant it.
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tanglepelt · 7 months
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Dc x dp idea 123
Danny is haunting the watchtower. No regrets. He was just so fed up with the lack of action.
Seriously they had a whole bs site claiming they were pro meta and basic rights. Like it had links on where to ��report” breaches. All utter bs.
Nothing about the anti ecto acts. He personally called in and reported it many times. And nothing happened. As the king. He had a duty to his ppl. Now he didn’t want to hurt anyone or declare war.
But he will absolutely in the middle of their meeting change the screens of the computer to the site to report breaches. Mayhaps add bloody green text seemingly dripping in all cap LIARS and maybe YOU IgNORED US.
Was it a tad much to leave a stabbed article about the anti ecto acts in the middle of the meeting room ozzing ectoplasm. Or maybe the whispering in the ears of anyone who slept here.
He certainly didn’t think so.
So now the screens occasionally flickered the failed experiments of the GIW. Sure no one’s been killed yet. But the justice league didn’t know that. Danny is great at breaking them out.
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sentient-stove · 4 months
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"Nightwing watch o-" and then he was gone for a moment, vision blurring as his body dropped to freezing temperatures. It wasn't uncomfortable per se, and Dick had experienced a world of many odd and uncomfortable sensations, none like the tv static currently muffling his mind and thoughts.
He was pretty sure Red Robyn was yelling though. And that his grip on his weapons was loosening, the electricity on his escrima turning off when his thumbs moved off the activators. His body was moving when it shouldn't and Dick really wanted to maybe panic but couldn't, which was less than ideal considering the circumstances.
And then as quick as it happened, he was warm again, someone was coming out of his body via his chest and hands to bring his weapons with them as they came into solidity, black and white coloring shining almost as bright as the venom green of their eyes.
"What the hell?!?"
The newest assailant tossed one of the escrima in the air, it spinning once before they caught it again, smile wider than any human should be able to grin. "You're pretty good, I'll admit that-"
Robyn threw a batarang as interruption, them ducking to avoid it as they stepped to the side with feet barely skimming the ground. Dick reached out to stop the vigilante from throwing the second, and the assailant nodded at him, fangs on full display.
"-but I'm better than both of you!" they crowed out and this time, when they activated the escrima, it was a mix of flickering electricity and crackling ice, their meta ability somehow incorporating itself into the tech.
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