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hellishfig · 5 months

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god… rewatching neverafter again

and the intro scenes are a mixed bag in terms of terror

rosamund is kind of freaky with the vines and the dead princes, but then we have gerard’s, which is very amusing. pib’s is also pretty funny. mother goose’s is dark bc his son is dead, but they still joke about the gander

then we get to ylfa. and brennan and emily show the darkest and saddest origin story i have ever seen for little red riding hood. a little girl, lost in every way possible, confused and alone and scared, begging her mother to let her in, and her mother refuses. her mother says that her daughter is dead and gone and a monster stands in her place. ylfa doesn’t want to be a monster. she wants to go home. but she is different, and her home turns on her, and that betrayal turns her on them. she huffs and she puffs and she blows the family that left her for dead away

and pinocchio. pinocchio whose mother is a shadow in a doorway. pinocchio who became a boy by being good, only to lose that gift by lying to save his father. pinocchio who loves his father enough to lie, and must now keep on lying to serve a woman he has never even looked in the eyes

there’s something very fitting about the children in this fairy tale land having the most horrifying stories. those stories about children straying from the path or needing to never tell a lie or misbehave in order to be real, they’re meant as warnings. be good, children, or you’ll never have the respect that adults get. be good, or the monsters in the shadows will come for you. be good, or you’ll die

in a season that was meant to be horror but was subverted by the players knowing the theme, i appreciate even more the darker corners of the story

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sochilll · 9 months

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Pippa Fitz-Amobi is made of guilt and obsession and gray morality and loyalty and checklists and a deep deep distrust of the police

#and that is why she is such an icon 2 me #I reread the entire series heehee #i wanted to like annotate her spiral into madness and GOD #the moment in AGAD where she stops and realizes the police are never going to help her #that they will never side with her over a wealthy white man #that they haven’t before and they won’t now and she has no choice but to make her own justice #just like Charlie told her in GGBB even though she disagreed with him #even though she hates that they were so similar #aaauuuuhhgggggg #i am simply insane about her #she is so character #she is like a blorbo to me <3 #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #pippa fitz amobi #🦝#book posting

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darlingod · 24 days

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Taryn Duarte should’ve ended up with a woman idc goodbye

#her and Nicasia would’ve been 🤌🏼 tbhhhh #i could care less for them both but I also enjoy iconic things #Jude describes Cardan and Nicasia as the same sides of a coin #soooooooo tell me that’s not PERFECT #they also were on the same sides of their Locke trauma/drama #like they both got played by Locke and betrayed & lost Jude/cardan in that process #they were the opposite of Jude and Cardan in Locke’s author eras #like give me that Taryn x ghost x Nicasia love triangle NOW #THE DRAMA??? like it’s Taryn and Nicasia so… the DRAMAAAAA #also no one take me too seriously and write a paragraph on why this wouldn’t work #because I’m never that serious

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sunflowersolace · 1 year

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my understanding of the silly little girl dynamic in ace attorney is that they balance each other out

nick, apollo and miles get silly little girls. mia is a serious girl so she gets a silly boy (nick). athena is a silly little girl so she gets a serious older man (simon, occasionally apollo/nick. older in this context means older than her.)

the one dynamic we have not seen is silly male lawyer and serious girl. to this i propose klavier and ema. ema was once a silly girl but as she has grown older she has become jaded, making her the perfect component to klavier.

#this is also why kristoph and diego failed at being sidebar #they weren’t silly enough #also the gender balance in kris and apollos case #but that’s not as important as being silly #wait was trucy ever the sidebar for athena i forget #ngl i forget nick and apollo are her sidebars simon sidebar is just so iconic to me #ace attorney

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if-i-hate-the-headline · 11 months

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NEWEST EPISODE OF WAYNE FAMILY ADVENTURES IS UP

y’all know what that means

oh my good it’s dinah

wait i’m excited - the four of them as a team is gonna be so good

i don’t know that much about huntress but i love her so much

ugh black canary is the coolest fucking hero and she’s dating oliver queen (green arrow) for no reason

selina looks so unbothered like oh i’ll just let them beat everyone up for me don’t want to break a nail or anything

huntress knows catwoman

i would love the see this trio again please

selina kyle is a fucking icon

#wayne family adventures #selina kyle #catwoman #helena bertinelli #huntress #huntress really is so cool #barbara gordon #oracle #i like that they acknowledge that she’s disabled and they don’t diminish her at all i think it’s iconic #dinah lance #black canary #why is she dating green arrow she can do so much better #batfam #dcu

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joyfuladorable · 1 year

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Rough sketches of my 2k3 Angel redesign! She was only in 5 episodes, but I care her… and also I may or may not be writing a fic about her >:3c

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt angel #my art #I don’t know how to make a read more on mobile so look here for rambling #like okay during my rewatch of 2k3 it was so clear to me that Angel’s a woc #I mean seriously look at her grandma whose design I didn’t alter that much #but for some reason whoever produced The Darkness Within didn’t get the memo???#why is she so pale in that ep and why is Ryan her bro so White lmao #anyways I’ve fixed that too #if you’re wondering why I decided to use Puente for her surname instead of Bridge like in IDW #it is simply because I don’t like it lol #also you can’t tell me that Angel LH and Klunk wouldn’t be an iconic trio #Angel and LH would kick so much ass and Klunk is their lil mascot uwu

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super-nova5045 · 4 months

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i think the reason oliver is such a compelling character - or at least to me, he is - is because in the end…he wins! he gets what he wants and comes out on top.

in this modern world everyone is a bit of an oliver. crippling social anxiety, awkward, booksmart, and later in the film mostly queer audiences STILL find themselves relating to oliver’s struggle of how to express a desire that is so unconventional, so disturbing, so queer. normally in shows like this - shows with stunning rich people and their stunning social skills - the social outcast remains a social outcast. the queercoded character does not get their happy ending and remains the perpetual butt of the joke.

but in saltburn? saltburn almost has a gone girl sort of ending in the way the supposed villain gets what they want in the end, and we’re rooting for them! we see a mostly unexplored perspective in cinema - the perspective of the outsider, of the freak, and we see just how awful these people - beautiful shiny upper class folk - are, and then this outsider, who has been patronised and placed on a pedestal and humiliated, gets his revenge and gets everything he desired in the end. and in a world where queer, different characters are killed off or side lined or made fun off for whom or what they desire, oliver stands out, because he gets what he desires and he makes the audience root for him while he’s doing it.

#he’s very amy dunne in a way #amy dunne is the manifestation of the pent up frustration and anger every woman has #she has that entire cool girl monologue to show it #i wouldn’t really say she’s a revenge fantasy but so many feminists love her as a feminist icon #because she gets revenge on a man who represents every first world modern problem women face #oliver is the EXACT SAME but for queer people instead!#we’re put on a pedestal we’re belittled we’re pitied #we’re constantly the patronised sidekick #but oliver breaks this and becomes the main character and takes everything from the people who have oppressed him in a way #and that’s why so many queer audiences love him #or at least i do #oliver quick #saltburn #cattonquick #felix catton #felixoliver #oliverfelix #felix x oliver #oliver x felix

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wyvernquill · 7 months

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Finally some more Dreamling Anastasia AU!

(Obligatory link to the masterpost with all the other posts in this AU - it's also pinned at the top of my blog!)

So, it's been... a while... but I've recently finally got some motivation to write a bit more of this. Apologies to everyone really looking forward to the finale/resolution - I've decided to go all the way back to the start of the story, instead. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

(Tag list: @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans @sunshines-fabulous-legs @dreamsofapiratelife @malice-kingdom - since it's been a, uh, really long time, please let me know if you're no longer interested in this AU/fandom and don't want to be tagged anymore, I won't mind! On the other hand, if someone else would like to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!)

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“Sister… it’s me.”

The man on the dilapidated theatre’s stage shrugs a heavy, moth-eaten velvet coat off his narrow shoulders. It crumples into a dark semi-circle around him, releasing a dramatic cloud of dust.

“Dream… of the Endless~”

“Ah. Hm.” A somewhat fussy older gentleman in the empty space usually reserved for the audience adjusts the small circular glasses on his nose, grimacing in a polite and distinctly English way - which he has, once, after first coming to this realm and taking this form, spent hours practising in the mirror - while checking a long list in front of him. “Mr… Carter, was it…?”

“Oh, please.” The man on stage flicks back his white-streaked bangs. “Call me Hal.”

“Yes. Of course, Mr. Hal.” The gentleman purses his lips. “That was… not, er. Not terrible, I suppose. And we’re pleased to note that you appear to have… brought your own cloak.”

“Don’t get used to it. Zelda and Chantal only let me borrow it for the audition.”

“Well, it is a lovely cloak. Only, ah, while Dream of the Endless was known to have quite striking eyes, I do think that, perhaps a little less eyeliner…”

“I could tone it down, I suppose, but I really think the performance would lose something without the makeup.” Hal sighs melodramatically. “I can sing and dance too, if you need it for your… what is this audition for, actually? Play? Music hall show? Ooo, one of those moving pictures?”

“Er.” The gentleman fidgets with his cane, grass-green eyes flickering around the empty theatre. “Well-”

“Thank you, Hal.” The younger man beside him interrupts with a winning smile that only barely covers the boredom and frustration lining a rather ruggedly handsome face. “We’ll let you know.”

“Hm.” Hal, clearly enough of an old hand in the acting business to know a polite “you’re not getting the role, piss off” when he hears one, frowns, and bends down to gather up the borrowed cloak, stalking off towards stage exit right with his head held high, not deigning either of the two men with even one more look.

“...I really do not think this will work, young Robert.” The older man mutters, decisively striking through Hal Carter’s name on his list. It is the last. “None of them look even remotely like him. And the voice-”

“I know, Gil. I know.” The younger man, Hob - only Gilbert is proper and precise enough to call him Robert - rubs at his temples, as if to stave off a headache. “They never manage to get the voice right, do they.”

“Ah, if it were only that…” Gilbert sighs, setting the list down. His eyes are soft and unfocused, seeing far into a past that has long since been razed to the ground. “His Lordship, he… he had a certain air about him, you understand. An otherworldly strangeness. He was the dream-maker, and dream-made, and to look at him was to gaze upon infinity.”

A soft scoff.

“Even if we claim that he has been greatly reduced by being turned into a meagre human - no offence, dear friend - as long as he does not have some spark of endlessness about him, nobody who has ever met him would fall for the ruse. And we are attempting to con his family. I simply cannot see any viable path to success.”

Hob does not respond, for a moment, picking up one of the flyers on their table.

It reads:

SEEKING Actor, slender, pale, tall, dark-haired, in the 20-40 age range to play the role of Dream of the Endless (method actors preferred). Generous pay and further benefits await. Auditions each weekday at 6pm at the Old Whickber Street Theatre, Soho. Ask for Hob and Gil.

“We’ll find him.” Hob insists. “The perfect pretender. He’s out there, I just know it.”

“We are not the first fools who have attempted a, a caper of this sort.” Gil points out, almost gently. “None of the others ever succeeded.”

“Yes. Well. None of the others managed to find and correctly identify the late Dream’s own pouch of genuine dream-sand on sale at the black market.” Hob shoots back, gesturing at the cord just barely peeking out from under Gil’s collar. (They’ve decided it would be safer if Hob comes into contact with the sand as little as possible, and Gilbert has taken to carrying it as closely to his heart as he can manage.) “It’s hard evidence, Gil, it’s a sign, it’s our chance - and it might just be enough. The trick with a good con is really making it look like you’re giving the mark exactly what they desperately want… and there’s nothing in the world Death of the Endless wants more than to have her brother back.”

(She wants it so desperately, in fact, that she’s offering immortality to any sentient being who manages to procure Dream for her.

And, well.

There’s nothing in the world Hob wants more than to live forever…)

“Your word in- or, well, kept out of Destiny’s ears, young friend.” Gil sighs, collecting his lists and notes and the remaining flyers, tucking them into his coat and reaching for his cane. “In the meantime, how about we go down to the public house and have a bit of a snifter to wash away the memories of all those atrocious performances, eh, my lad?”

“Best idea you had all day, Gil.” Hob grins, clapping a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “Are you buying?”

Gilbert raises one grey brow. “At the risk of provoking a joke regarding my non-human status: in your dreams, Robert.”

Hob laughs; and, together, they step out into the winter night, old snow crunching under their shoes and new flakes beginning to drift, gradually, down from the sky.

It has been a decade since the end of the Endless’ reign.

Ten years since humanity tore Destiny’s book from his hands and burned it.

Ten years since Destruction abandoned his siblings, hiding away in his own, separate exile.

Ten years since Despair’s first aspect was killed, and another took her place.

Ten years since Delight went mad with grief and became Delirium…

And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.

People still whisper about it. Still speculate, trade gossip and hearsay back and forth. Some insist that the Dream King yet lives, hidden away, turned human, just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to return to his siblings.

It’s a lovely legend, Hob supposes. A fitting end and non-end, for the Lord of Stories, to live on in one… but that’s all it is. A pretty tale, which will breathe new life into a myth only for as long as it’s being told. It isn’t true…

…but now, ten years later, Hob and Gil will damn well make it so.

Ten years is also, coincidentally, all that a man a few streets down from the old theatre can remember of his life.

Ten years since he was found, naked and emaciated and bleeding, in a ditch next to some countryside road in East Sussex.

Ten years of fighting his way through a life in poverty, with no family, no friends, no-one to care for him, except perhaps the birds.

Ten years of strange and haunting dreams, blurred faces calling out to him with names he can never remember later but knows are his; ten years of waking every morning with tears on his face and a longing for someplace - and someones - he wishes he could remember; ten years of a woman’s voice begging him night after night to come home to her, to them.

Ten years of being much too busy starving and freezing and barely surviving to spare even a single thought to the dying legends of the Endless.

This man turns his face up to the sky, snowflakes catching in his dark hair and on his coat like stars glinting in the night; and he shivers, his breath clouding mist-white in the air, curling thin arms around a narrow torso.

(For a moment, just a moment, his eyes glow dark and infinite, a mirror to the night sky and the endless universe beyond.)

And then, he ducks his head down into his scarf, shivers again, and continues on through the snow.

Ten hard years have taught this man better than to waste his time standing about and daydreaming.

#WyWrites #dreamling #the sandman #anastasia dreamling au #it's been 84 years......#i've got a rough draft of a scene or two after this too #endlessly busy with uni of course #and getting back into Good Omens my old love #but i've been feeling like dabbling with this au again lately so why not #and i just HAD to give you Hal doing the iconic coat drop scene #he would have been iconic as drag Dream of the Endless just saying #Hob and Gil are missing out #and the first glimpse of Murphy... I can see it in my mind's eye so clearly #him looking up at the sky with the stars in his eyes and the snow in his hair #and Death forever calling out to him in her sleep #gosh have i missed this au #can't guarantee too much more #but a few more bits are definitely in the works!

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