#profundities

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 3 #swan song #when you realize in great profundity that your time on this earth is finite

[repmet]

I can't believe that, for all the things I know about this book via cultural osmosis, the actual plot is not one of them. Much like my good friend Jonathan Harker, I literally have no idea where Dracula is going.

#dracula daily #this book has had such a profund impact on popular culture #yet here i am like #okay but #what actually happens??? #i hear there's a cowboy

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

miles + looking at alex during photoshoots

#i could write entire essays about the way miles looks at him 🥺 #there are just so many layers #so much love and deep affection and reverent fascination #so much joy #it’s like #you can literally just see the sheer delight and elation miles is feeling at being there with him #at knowing him #at the existence of their friendship #that wonderment and almost disbelief at the profundity of their connection #aghhhhh #i’m making myself emotional i’m going to stop now #milex #miles kane #alex turner #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #lulu posts

[stoicmike]

I have no intention of being profound and playing mind games — I would like to be useful. -- Michael Lipsey

#profound #profundity #mind games #useful

[personwholoveschocolate]

I'm not actually that worried abour nandermo's fait as a queer ship, we'll probably get to see them together someday

But the takes of Paul Simms on the topic are... funny

"the dynamic seems problematic"

"lt's his boss"

I'm sorry, sir, did you know that you are a writer and executive producer of the show? Didn't you can actually do something about it? What's the problem?

And you guys do a lot of problematic things on the show. What are you, cop?

#what we do in the shadows #I dont know how he can make such controversial takes #their love is bigger and more profund #BUT NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR A FACT THAT NANDOR IS HIS BOSS???? #damn #nandor #guillermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #wwdits

[pancakes-with-grounded-hazelnuts]

hsr: references to jingliu, jing yuan, and yanqing's backstories. interpretations + hcs roughly based on anything up to 1.4

(hi i don't make proper theories or analyses. i just scream my feelings into a void in a chaotic barrage of words.)

thinking about sword family again.

how jingliu’s readiness to teach anyone swordsmanship regardless of fame, talent, or circumstances transformed jing yuan’s life. i think about little jing yuan, whose passion for swordplay went against his parents' wishes, whose talent leaned far more into cunning than the blade. and yet jingliu acknowledged his desire to learn and acknowledged him as he was. even now, he still speaks of her with respect and fondness.

i then think about how jing yuan now, many years later, is mentoring a student of his own, yanqing. a boy with no known background but had a fiery passion for swordplay. how he went against public opinion to give him opportunities on the battlefield at a young age. the dubious ethics of this aside, i can see little yanqing felt his passion and abilities acknowledged.

i think of them being acknowledged by their masters, for not only their strengths and weaknesses, but their dreams. i can imagine a great sense of hope dawning on them. they will never forget it.

(extra headcanony territory) and then i picture, the student of her student, standing before her, hungry for another contest, hungry to learn more techniques from her. he knows she's deemed a criminal by the xianzhou, he knows her past is full of painful complications beyond his comprehension, but through all that, jingliu is still a brilliant swordmaster, and that's what matters to him. he will acknowledge her as she is. he will cut through her punishing memories with his sharp tongue. "what's the holdup? it's time for swordplay!" and she will smile the sweetest and most sincere smile she had for years, for there's fun to be had.

and so the cycle of hope has come full circle.

>> disclaimer: i might be too paranoid about this, but i feel the need to note that the positive way i wrote this (and other posts) doesn't mean i think what these characters do for each other is necessarily the best or healthiest (even by in-universe standards, let alone my own). i acknowledge the flaws and greyness of this world, but i prefer to read them in the context of its own setting and focus on the positives for a lot of these posts because it gives me the most joy.

#honkai star rail #jingliu #jing yuan #yanqing #text post #WOW THIS WAS A LONG ONE (hindsight: it's not that long) #don't mistake the length for additional nuance or profundity #i just have fun writing like this and i let it keep going #and that's all that really matters tbh!! #i'm learning that i love repetition #and i can't seem to write any of description or analysis without making it singsongy and narration-like #on another note. i can't believe i got more than 2 likes on my previous 2 posts #i accepted my love for their dynamics is eclipsed in popularity by romantic ships but i was still a bit saddened by it #especially jingliu and yanqing's friendship! #on the upside. it pushed me to create these posts in the first place #so i'm happy to see people enjoying them! #sword family make brain go brrr

[drbased]

You’re so right about symbolic states. For me there is an aspect of yearning and anticipation that becomes almost masochistic. I was trapped as property of adults who abused and isolated me, and could only dissociate and fantasize about a better future. This fantasy, the longing and anticipation for a better future, became more real than my actual life. It allowed me to survive, but eventually there came a time when I had the opportunity to improve my actual life, and I was very slow to seize it because I was accustomed to dissociating and living in this super-imposed, unattainable fantasy world. It is a constant state of yearning and anticipation and dissociation. You vacillate between comforting magical thinking and dread and panic about the hopelessness of actually living those fantasies.

At a certain point the fantasy is no longer about having good things for yourself, but about being an entirely different person than yourself. At that point the fantasy becomes completely unattainable by definition. Any fantasy that is attainable quickly loses its appeal, because it doesn’t provide that yearning and dissociation that you have come to masochistically rely on

OMG the yearning!!!!! The masochistic yearning!!!! I completely forgot to mention how obsessed I became with yearning - I was at one point convinced that yearning is what life is about, that yearning is the only way that we make meaning in this cold, dark world. I cared more about anticipation than actual experiences - because within anticipation there's an infinite possibility that reality simply cannot match up against. Yearning and anticipation had this powerful, magnetic energy to them, an awe-inspiring beauty that had an almost religious quality to it. Like the butterflies in your stomach before a date, only to find that the date was mediocre. I refused to learn that if the reality is worse than my imaginations, that's either 1. a natural product of the infinite nature of imagination or 2. possibly a sign that I'm not enjoying my chosen activity and should probably do something more gratifying. I was so locked into the fantasy world that even the idea that reality might just be a bit dull sometimes was so existentially terrifying that I found a way to romanticise around it.

I thought I had found a way to 'make the mundane sublime', so to speak - but in reality, all I had done was ignore natural sublimity of the mundane: what's actually awe-inspiring is the reality of the fact that it's me who exists here having real experiences. Now I'm open to that, life has a lot less fantasy-induced euphoria in it, but it's much more peaceful.

#symbolic states #god you hit the nail on the fucking head anon #I love sharing experiences with people and accidentally omitting stuff only for them to mention the EXACT same phenomenon #and that's when you know you've found true connection #that's where the real profundity is

[afaramir]

elrond and elros and earendil [hamilton voice] and faramir! i must know about this!!!!!

oh man a concept that puts my brain cells in a claw machine… (@sweetshire asked about this one too so ria this is 4 u as well<3) i knew i was gonna be building to this scene the whole time from the moment faramir crossed the borders of rivendell and i hope i executed it well. i locked onto eldritch numenoreans as a concept so intensely and it’s just so important to me that not only are they obviously strange but they LOOK weird as fuck. like no that isn’t quite an elf but they’re DEFINITELY not some normal guy. so faramir sees elrond for the first time and he sees elros, preserved through time. and elrond sees faramir and he sees elros in his face and it breaks his fucking heart! :). and also faramir has dreamt of numenor all his life right. and elros was the first king of numenor...who followed the light of gil-estel the north star to find his promised land...and who carries that star...earendil his father.......YOU KNOW??? it makes me feel crazy. like that is a literal real connection that they all have.

the air seems to shimmer about him as he turns, the light radiating from his very skin, star-like even in the bright sunlight. faramir raises his head, prepares to meet the lord with all the reverence he knows. and then he sees his face, and all his breath leaves him in an instant. he knows this face. has known it all his life, as close to his as any kin. its carven gaze stares down from a hundred statues in minas tirith, and chief of them all the face of the steward, as it had been in faramir’s youth, now so distant of a memory. dark-haired, grey-eyed, noble and kind and true. the echo of a choice made thousands of years ago. elros tar-minyatur brought to life. “my lord elrond,” he says, through a mouth dry as the desert. drops to a knee, overcome. ever since he had stepped past the borders of this land he has walked through his most beloved legends, and yet his mind now cannot believe what he sees. here now is the scion of gil-estel, the one son of that star who will endure past the breaking of the world. and faramir is only the most distant of relations but in this moment he is as númenórean as he has ever been. time and space and the changing of the world separate him from the sons of eärendil, yet all this time he has followed in the footsteps of his greatest forebear, seeking starwards.

this is also very like…dont worry professor tolkien i saw that everyone you think is hot looks exactly like your wife. dont worry i ALSO think they’re hot. u can rest now.gif.

“we remember the first king of númenor, in gondor,” says faramir softly. “there are fewer, now, who know the old tales. but elros tar-minyatur will be last to be forgotten, ere the white city fall and the world end.” a gentle smile blooms across the lord elrond’s face. he does not weep, but in the lines of his face lies a sorrow so large and ancient that faramir can hardly conceive of it. “i do you no more honour than you deserve. i did not think to look to the stewards of gondor, to steward my brother’s memory. now i see that i have long been mistaken. the memory of númenor yet lives on in the men of the south.” “my lord,” is all faramir can think to say. he had not thought he would find so many reminders of home, so far from it, in this land where there truly are none like him. or so he had believed. he will never know tar-minyatur and yet something of that lord of legend lives on in him. when he looks far enough into the grey horizon, into times and futures that have not yet come to pass, there is a part of him that looks through those ancient eyes. the first king of númenor lives on in the streets of gondor, in the quiet of the standing silence, in the tales of the West passed first from his father to himself, and then from him to his men, weaving stories late into the night in the glow of the fire. yet of his brother he knows little, and he is nothing like he had imagined. he had expected distant, remote lordship, not untouchable like a statue but untouchable like a star. gil-estel, after all, shines cold and bright each night over ithilien. to be the immortal scion of the north star - it is a burden that could freeze any heart. yet in the scant time they have stood here, around the lord elrond’s feet, flowers have begun to grow.

its also like an Elrond Learning Moment. the blood of numenor is spent situation at the council in the book versus what i, PERSONALLY, know about the blood of numenor being alive and fucking well is always soooo....elrond i Love You but that was a pretty crazy thing to say. and now here he is realizing and acknowledging and reevaluating his biases. yeah this is my i am fixing something about canon moment. i just think elrond and faramir should Understand Each Other.

#from the inbox #potatoesandsunshine #thank u anna...i have no idea if lotr is ur thing but thank u anyway...i just think that i am. so correct. about this #and i feel like u will appreciate The Profundity Of The Connection. between these guys through time and space. #i love my strange weird son and so does everyon else... #faramir goes to rivendell au

[thatwhichdoesnotsuffer]

Whoever knows he is deep, strives for clarity; whoever would like to appear deep to the crowd, strives for obscurity. For the crowd considers anything deep if only it cannot see to the bottom: the crowd is so timid and afraid of going into the water.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#Friedrich Nietzsche #nietzshe #spirituality #philosophy #clarity #obscurity #profundity #gray masses #deep

[enthusiastick]

“Profundity & absurdity are deeply in-love, they go hand-in-hand… The world is very profoundly meaningful, and deeply silly.”

Brennan Lee Mulligan, Game Masters of Exandria Roundtable

#brennan lee mulligan #game masters of exandria #profundity and absurdity #exandria unlimited #critical role

[incidentalblr]

listen valvert is a better exploration of les mis’s themes than enjoltaire could ever be

#swinging at the hornet’s nest here but it’s true #redemption and forgiveness??? #mercy vs justice??? #like valjean and javert are literal embodiments of the work’s central questions #so in asking how these two people could come to love each other you must needs confront these questions head on #with the same grace as the original narrative #enjoltaire just have some dense political metaphors packed into their relationship and characterization #but they’re often taken out of the original context because in the 21st century their intensely specific symbolism just isn’t as relevant #les miserables is a transcendent work and valvert are transcendent #maybe im just pissed off because like 90% of the fandom attention goes to the amis when valvert is. right there??? #and i used to be one of y’all but #anyways 🥰 #and like i get it fighting for a new dawn is compelling or whatever sure #but self sacrifice i think is given more credit than it deserves when the real profundity to me is the human drive to live #like okay #giving yourself up for something greater than yourself??? #whatever #played out as all hell #choosing life in spite of all its hardships #choosing life as the only way you can experience love or growth? #self sacrifice is too glorified #show me learning the value of the self and then we can talk

[segemarldoodles]

I beat Citizen Sleeper this morning, I finished every story-line and ended up taking the Lem and Mina ending, but I just wanted to talk about the Gardener ending.

Spoilers below, you should absolutely play it if you haven't.

I was a little upset that I couldn't unite Hunter and Killer, because I saved both of them and I was really hoping that I could combine them into a single fully sentient AI because I feel bad for them.

Then Navigator just fucks off into the datastream to look for other AIs, like 1) I wanted to put you in the Ambergris, and 2) I never get to talk to him again to see if he found anything.

Then I got to see the Gardener and get the seed, so the entire time I was doing the Hypha quest-line I was like "why can't I just tell Riko that an AI is running the greenway" until finally we grow the interface, and that ending got to me. This AI networked all the mushrooms on the greenway into a huge data cloud hive mind and it was offering me to leave broken and dying body and join its chorus of voices, and I chose to wade against the current, back to my robot body, slowly breaking down and failing, because I still had unfinished business. I knew I couldn't come back, but I had to tell Riko about everything, I had to help Lem and Mina get off the Eye, I still hadn't helped Sabine get out from under the thumb of the Yatagan. I couldn't just abandon all of the people I've met, just to drift off into the buzz of a million minds. I need it all to mean something. So I went back, squeezed Riko's hand, and woke up. It reminded me a lot of the ending of night in the woods where Mae says that she wants it to hurt because that means it meant something.

#Citizen Sleeper #Ill admit I cried at the end. Reflecting the on the complex profundities of life just got me you know. #it is a great game. and it's gog so you can get a free copy to try out if you're on the fence about it like I was from gog-games.com #but its def worth the money in my opinion #the writing is really good and I'm super stoked to see the conclusion to the dlc and then whatever these guys put out next.

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Neverafter so far has been so creative and interesting I love a work of fiction that engages with itself as a work of fiction and all the meta levels therein that’s already so deeply goddamn cool AND THEN to take that and use it to create a cosmic horror angle??? Brilliant. Brennan Lee Mulligan is a genius storyteller.

#maybe the coolest thing that the most disappointing work of fiction (S*N) ever did #was use its ending to acknowledge the narrative and meta facts behind its fiction #and that was so deeply fucking cool and interesting and it’s haunted me ever since with its profundity #and I’m so glad that idea is now seeing the light of day in hands that would do it justice #and create that kind of cosmic existential horror intentionally rather than through indifference #this season has already taken so many twists and turns and defied all my expectations of what I thought it would be #and we’re only 8 episodes in #I am INVESTED #and SO excited to see where it all leads #I have the utmost faith in the D20 team #neverafter #dimension 20 #neverafter spoilers #d20 #dimension 20 spoilers

[soldier-poet-king]

i gotta read more weird literature. poetry. fiction. nonfiction. idc. i need to be unsettled. i need to see the profound.

the problem is. so much of it is just. bad. or not meant for me. which is fine! but i have a limited amount of hours and a limited amount of energy, i do not always have time to sift through it all to find the incredibly profound life changing art.

so it just. becomes easier to stick with genre fiction. (which can be profound! it often is! i am no 1 genre fiction is valuable truther) but, to my tastes, even mediocre genre fiction is entertaining, if not 'deep', whereas mediocre weird lit is just. bad. boring. tiresome.

(or im just not looking in the right places, smthn smthn that post about how 99% of poetry is bullshit but 1% is lifechanging, but the 1% is different for everyone)

#franposting #this doesnt make sense im sorry #it's a further reflection after my whole long ass stream of consciousness #that started about careers and moved to existential purpose of storytelling #<- is an insane person #anyway i want more weird profound shit but i have so little time #THIS IS ALSO NOT A DIG AT GENRE FIC #GENRE FICTION IS MY FAVOURITE ART FORM #i just mean that i think i personally would benefit from a little varierty #but while i can enjoy bad sff in a certain way #bad quote unquote literature. is just. bad. no enjoyment OR profundity to be found anywhere

[meteorherd]

desperately hoping that whenever i voice an opinion or engage in a conversation the reaction is more "wow that's pretty cool" and less "okay grandma let's get you to bed"

#வார்த்தைகள் #if i cannot ascribe meaning and profundity to all my actions then i die

[istherewifiinhell]

[a timer rings indicating i have finished percolating. a gentle night that allows steam to lift into the cool air]

did you guys know.... she gets to walk out of the school..... i think thats the kindest thing ive ever seen a story do....

#some shit #more like an immerision brew honestly.......... #anyway #a kind of profund insanity that cannot be fully held in the mind all at once #difficult watch. REWARDING watch. hell of a week.... #[apparently it has been 6 days? huh? whatever]