the way hozier titles a song "i, carrion (icarian)" where he sings about the self-destructive idea of sacrificing himself by flying into sun to save his relationship, and compares himself to 'carrion', the decaying flesh of animals, often a word used for roadkill. to then go and write a song called "abstract (psychopomp)" about how holding an animal whilst it dies mirrors the mercy of ending a failing relationship, similar to a 'psychopomp' - a deliverer of death. and we watch as hozier turns from 'icarian' to 'psychopomp' when he realises that prolonging suffering is crueler than just letting love die. i'm both in awe and crying on my bedroom floor.
and the way a carrion crow is also a symbol of death ?? and how 'carrion' sounds like 'carry on' the way icarus kept going ?? and how he sounds envious of his lover's courage in "abstract" ?? how when the sun is gone - "streetlights in the dark blue" - he can no longer blind himself and is forced to look at the corpse of his relationship ?? how to love is to let go ?? how can he keep getting away with this i'm sobbing ??
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Okay Ghosties, now we analyse the tiny amount of pixels we saw of his skin from a distance for less than a minute!
First up - Glowing eyes! Those are new! Also they're both white again! Rip cool looking blue eye, you will be missed. But also, it means his soul is no longer leaking out of his face and that feels like something we should celebrate!
Secondly - The original hood colour is back, and in its natural shade too! Not a darker red like it has been for a while. No that shit is back to being a primary colour! Joyous day! (/j I miss the blue already)
Third and most important - The fuck is this?
THAT is not the sword that is supposed to be on the back of his usual skin. Is it a symbol with lore connotations? Is it wing slits? So far I have no idea because I'm yet to find a better angle of his back!
That's all I've got so far but it has been less than half an hour and all I have to work with are screenshots. Anything else anyone's found?
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the doctor trying to get through to bracewell by pressing old wounds -- dead family, dead soldiers -- because he sees humanity as suffering and loss and grief, and proof of humanity as being able to feel that. amy successfully getting through to bracewell by pressing that "kind of a good hurt." fancying someone you shouldn't. humanity not as uncomplicated grief but as complicated grief. the distinction that the human can make but the alien can't. the single degree that separates the doctor from the humans he loves so much.
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yeah your rituals may be intricate. But have u ever placed a real gun in the hands of your eternal and fated enemy, watched his hands shake as he points it at you, and trusted that he will not let the bullet touch you, all for a magic trick that was your idea in the first place? have u ever seen true fear in his eyes and still known that even without miracles, he will let no harm come to you, even if that harm is only a ridiculous amount of heavenly paperwork?
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absolutely going batshit insane over the parallels between Sarah and Ellie
It’s the same fucking look. It’s the same look in their eyes. the same fucking thing.
They both hold on to him the same way. the exact same way.
And he holds on to them the exact same way. the exact fucking way.
His daughters look at him and hold him the exact same way.
And he holds on to his daughters the exact same way. He even has the same look on his face.
fucking bawling over this. I am so going insane over this rn.
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dark justiciar shadowheart is genuinely so interesting to me as like... a facet to her character. like it really hammers home how desperate she is for shar's love and affection (+ the validation and love from other worshipers of shar). like in a lot of ways I get that it seems shocking to others / some fans because it really does contradict some of the morals we see her express BUT imo that just speaks to the level of desperation she feels. her comments on how shar "must" love her for her to survive the shadowcursed lands, or the bit where she talks about shar nurturing her and loving her and sounds... almost more like shes trying to convince herself more than shes trying to convince you. theres a bit about other sharrans not thinking she had earned her name, and of course the mother superior not thinking she was ready / worthy of being a dark justiciar. like shes just so completely desperate to feel unconditionally and securely loved, and to earn the approval of others that shes entirely willing to injure herself in the process (as well as.... the people who actually love her, of course).
not to mention that mechanically, afaik, she can only end up there if shes encouraged to by the player. ie... she needs to know someone else approves.
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i love how Cass dropping the equivalent of a nuke on the Rise community even got me and CJ (MNMC) crawling out of our dens to witness it all
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jon?
Something is different, but he cannot be quite sure what, exactly.
Everything is… more linear than it was Before. He still Knows, quite in a way like he did Before, but it is finite, clear, manmade. It does not come from fear, but curiosity. A wide web of knowledge, rattling around in the dark of him, and what even is dark to a thing that cannot perceive it? A lack, perhaps, an unbeing, a noticable absence where there should be merely an ordinary kind of nothing.
He has a voice. And there is something he desperately, desperately needs to say, but there are no words that are his own, and every sentence he speaks he borrows, and they are each one of them painted with fear and confusion and loneliness and huntedness and a watchful eye.
He is also not alone, never alone. There are voices all around him, nice ones, chatting, making tea, fighting, changing, and only some voices stay the same, have been the same since… well, since when? Since when has he been… like this? It gets hard to think like this, sometimes – to assign a point in time to a moment and to file them away together. A collection of information, disorganised, lost, confused, perhaps deliberately so. It feels achingly familiar.
And sometimes, he hears something like himself speak in a different voice, even when he does not talk. And even though the words are borrowed too, taken from throats and fingers to be forgotten, they feel like coming home, simply because they were said in that soft, cruel tone. A familiar melody, slipping through wires and speakers and programmes like it was made for this, but it wasn’t, was it? It might’ve been.
And this brings him comfort, of course it does, except he must be trapped, right? Because why can he not say his own words, when he has so many of them? He is not lonely, but he is alone with the thoughts he cannot voice, the words that have no mouth, the things that cannot be said. It hasn't always been like that, has it?
Something is different Now from how it was Before, at least. He Knows everything, but he knows nothing of truth, and knows nothing at all, but the difference to What Was seems clear, in a clumsy, calculated way. Something is hiding, quite badly, behind a blurred vision that he does not have, behind lines of numbers and letters, running for its life through old wires. He knows it lingers, he knows it is there. He just cannot make it out quite yet.
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in the woods, there's a man and he's waiting for a girl 🔪
finally got around to colouring the danny x jamie (oc) sketch from last summer because this clown and his dumb mask, regrettably, still live rent-free in my head
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“Okay. Well, hi. My name is Nott the Brave and I am a little goblin girl. But, once upon a time, I was Veth, a young halfling woman and before that, a halfling child who grew up being told that she was not pretty and not brave and not coordinated and not smart, and just…not” MONOLOGUE OPENER OF ALL TIME
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