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#i love the crowd shots in this
bitwein · 11 days
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I WANT TO FLY INTO YOUR HEART!
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alexturner2005 · 6 months
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Fontaines D.C. - I Love You (Live at Red Rocks)
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risoria · 2 months
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posting him because if he can make one person smile today, its worth it
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notbecauseofvictories · 6 months
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nosferatu is a beautiful movie, amazing choices by everyone involved---except the main actors. they were terrible.
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m3llowm1sh · 3 months
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ok i am currently drawing a thing and i looked up the physiotherapy ward bg to reference from (ty blupen for making all your thumbnails have the bg in them)
and ik everyone knows that the physiotherapy ward and stadium bgs are supposed to mimic each other cuz its really obvious and thats like the whole point of them BUT
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THE LAMPS. LIGHTS. ARE THE FUCKING EYES. DID OTHER PPL REALIZE THIS???????????????? CUZ I JUST DID AND MY MIND IS FUCKING BLOWN RN HOLY SHIT EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ACT IS SO GOOD
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yardsards · 9 months
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,,,i miss Her (the ocean)
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red-moon-at-night · 10 months
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Milgram Moments That Keep Me Up At Night #1 - The Glass
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So in Shidou Kirisaki's song Throw Down, there's this moment at the end where Shidou wakes up in a bed, and he's surrounded by glass.
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Broken glass, specifically. But something about this bothers me, because... I dont know what the fuck this is supposed to be. What is up with that first shot. Is it a sculpture? Is it representative of a body???
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Why does this part have a button/disc/circular object on it???? Is there paper under the glass and if so what is it????
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WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SHOTS OF THIS NON-DESCRIPT GLASS???? Are these clues to something bigger? What am I looking at Shidou what am I Looking At please someone tell me.
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shootinhockey · 1 year
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When you are about to beat the #1 in the conference and they start playing Michael Jackson.
(I immediately thought @greymichaela needed to see this)
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yo-yo-yoshiko · 1 year
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I just really like this sequence of Glass leaping over a gap in the roofs in The Falsehood Heists. Crowd reactions really get me going!
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leliesblou · 6 months
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livesincerely · 2 years
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take a shot (but how’s your aim?) ch. 6 - interlude: ceasefire
Also on Ao3. Chapter five here.
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Racetrack is still straddling the line between pissed off and goddamn furious by the time the gates open up, scuffing the toe of his boot against the cobblestones and cursing Jack’s name six ways from Sunday. Then he sees Davey making his way down the road, sees the look on his face, and his heart just about falls through his stomach.
“Aw, hell, Davey,” Racetrack exclaims, rushing over. “What the fuck did he do now?”
Davey’s lips twitch, like he’s trying to fake a smile but can’t quite manage it.
“It’s nothing,” he says, his eyes red rimmed and bloodshot. “I’m fine.”
“Like hell you are,” Racetrack says, linking his arm through one of Davey’s own and leading him away from the distribution line. “C’mon, we’s takin’ a day.”
“Race, I’m fine,” Davey protests.
“You are not fucking fine,” Race disagrees whole heartedly. “Your heart’s been gettin’ stomped on every which way ta Sunday—the last thing you need is ta spend the day out in the broiling’ sun sellin’ papes. We’re takin’ a day.”
“Race,” Davey tries again, but Racetrack just keeps pulling him along, undeterred.
“Hey, Al!” Racetrack shouts when he spots him on the other side of Newsies Square, waving him over. Albert jogs towards them, his expression twisting up with the same kinda worry that’s churning in Race’s gut when he gets a good look at Davey. “Me an’ Davey are takin’ a day. Can you mark us down in the ledger or whatever, when you get a chance?”
Davey sighs. “This isn’t really what the sick day funds are meant for,” he mutters under his breath.
“What’s the point of ‘em, then, if not ta use ‘em when ya need ‘em?” Race counters, squaring his shoulders.
“You should take a day, Davey,” Albert offers, eyes sweeping critically over Davey’s form. “It ain’t like ya don’t deserve one an’, frankly, you look like shit.”
“Gee, thanks,” Davey says, scrubbing his hands over his face. “You sure know how to lift a guy’s spirits, Albert.”
“You know what I mean,” Albert says. “Why don’t ya stop tryin’ so hard ta be okay an’ power through and jus’ take it easy for once? It’s one day, Davey, it ain’t the end of the world. ‘S not like anyone would hold it against ya.”
“You heard the man,” Race chimes in, clapping Davey on the back. “You’re out voted—we’re takin’ a day.”
Davey heaves another sigh. “Fine.”
The Brooklyn Bridge is full of people at this time of day, everyone in a hurry to get to where they’re going. There’s something peaceful about the chaos, though, something soothing about just standing there, watching, as the rest of the world rushes past you.
Or at least, that’s what Racetrack hopes anyway, watching Davey out of the corner of his eye. God knows he could use a bit of soothing.
They stand there for a good long while, neither of them talking—not needing to talk—the mist blowing up from the water tickling at their faces. Eventually, however, Davey turns away, staring out over the East River with that far away look of his, his face drawn and pale.
Quietly, so quietly that Race can barely hear him over the wind, he says, “He’s in love with her, Racetrack.”
“Bullshit,” Race denies immediately, shaking his head. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
“You saw them, didn’t you?” Davey asks, picking at his fingernails. “The flowers he bought for her?”
“You mean the ones you helped him find?” Racetrack scowls. “Yeah, I saw ‘em. Just about knocked his teeth in when he told me he dragged you along to pick ‘em out. But, Davey, they’s jus’ flowers, they don’t mean nothin’—“
“He told me himself, Race,” Davey murmurs tonelessly. “He’s in love with her.”
“Then I guess he’s lost his damn mind,” Race says. “‘Cause he ain’t in love with her, he’s in love with you.” Davey scoffs, ducking his head. “He is, Davey. You… you don’t see the way he looks at ya, the way he talks about ya when you’re not around. I’m tellin’ ya, he’s in love with you.”
“He’s not,” Davey says, simple as that, and the fact that he’s so resigned about it only makes Race want to scream that much more.
“Well, you’re in love with him,” Race counters, because that one’s impossible to argue with.
“So?” Davey asks. “What does that matter?”
“Wha—?” Racetrack splutters. “Of course it fuckin’ matters! You’re in love with him!”
“And he’s happy with her,” Davey says. “Aren’t we supposed to be happy for him?”
“I’ll be happy for him when he stops actin’ like such an idiot,” Racetrack declares. “When he stops fuckin’ everythin’ up, when he stops makin’ you cry—“
“Race,” Davey says softly. “Jack hasn’t done anything wrong.”
And that takes the wind right out of his sails. He swallows hard. “Dave…”
“He hasn’t,” Davey insists. “He doesn’t owe anyone an explanation, okay? Not you, not me, none of us. Just because I’m…” He crosses his arms over his chest, his mouth pressed into a thin line. “Well, that’s on me. That’s my problem. It’s not Jack’s fault that he doesn’t feel the same way.”
“But he does, Davey,” Racetrack says because he just can’t let that part go, even as guilt and hopelessness duke it out in his gut. “It’s… he does.”
Davey smiles at him then, and it’s just about the saddest thing he’s ever seen: paper thin and more brittle than glass.
“You’re a wonderful friend, Tony,” he says. “But it’s not up to you to fix this. There’s nothing to fix. It just… is.”
Racetrack can’t meet his eyes. They stare out at the water for a few more minutes, standing shoulder to shoulder.
“For what it’s worth, Dave,” Race eventually says. “I’m real sorry ‘bout all’a this.”
Davey lets out a long breath. “It would’ve happened eventually—if not now, with Maggie, then at some point down the line. I guess it’s better to go ahead and get it over with.”
He looks at Racetrack then, and carefully continues with, “And speaking of Maggie, you need to apologize to her.”
“…I know,” Racetrack admits, shamefaced. “I know it ain’t her fault, I do, but I jus’ look at her an’ all I can think about is how much she’s hurtin’ you.”
“It’d be easier if she was awful,” Davey muses. “If she was a terrible person and I could justify hating her, but she isn’t. She’s honestly really nice—I get what Jack sees in her. And you know, if you gave her a chance, you might end up liking her too. Maybe you’d even be friends.”
“You’re my friend,” Race bites out, and that’s a truth that lives deep in the heart of him, etched right into his bones. “I’m not gonna— You’re my friend, Dave. You.”
The sudden declaration leaves Davey speechless for a moment. “Alright,” he says hoarsely. “I… alright. But, you should still apologize.”
“I will,” Race swears. “We ain’t gonna be no bosom buddies but I’ll make things right with her. I owe her that much, at least.”
“Good,” Davey sighs. “And, lay off of Jack a little, yeah? He still doesn’t know about… everything… and he’s trying his best, okay?”
“I ain’t makin’ no promises,” Race grumbles. “I still think he’s actin’ like a fuckin’ moron—he deserves all’a this an’ more.”
“Just try, please?” Davey pleads. “If not for Jack, then for me?”
“Fine,” Race mutters. “I’ll try.”
“Thank you,” Davey says. “I… seriously, Tones. Thank you. For everything.”
Race curls an arm around Davey’s shoulders and squeezes. “Don’t even mention it.”
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Chapter seven here
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shallowseeker · 9 months
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Do you even like Sam? Sometimes I think you do and then sometimes I think you don't.
I'm a lot like Sam, so you could say it's both at the same time. I too like hating myself for incredibly abstract things instead of looking at my actions.
And I cerebralize my emotions.
This is a moderately Sam-safe blog, but I can and will drag him.
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another year of Coachella livestream giving me a reason to continue living
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wight-rabbit · 2 years
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The Deftones show in Seattle was the best day of my whole ass life ngl
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theophagie-remade · 2 years
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People have always made fun of fairy tail for the whole "power of friendship" thing, and I mean, if these elements were to randomly appear in any other series I would agree, but you also need to tell me what exactly you expected from a story that at its core can be summaried as "there's This One Guild whose members are all connected à la "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb" and these are their adventures". What else exactly did you expect to see if not "the power of the bond between us is stronger than the enemies we face" with a premise like this
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lanzhn · 2 years
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cool scene bro, sick lighting you got sticking these characters in a wide doorway bro, what narrative purpose does it illustrate? bro is it the decisive choice to be made? the point of no return? that’s really fucking neat bro, really cool even, but, bro, have you considered that an open setting is not a very chill place to share secrets? bro, bro, come back, it looks dope, it’s just the narrative bro, is a pretty shot worth the continuity? is it worth it to smart characters act irresponsibly?
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