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borntolatetohaveaname · 9 months
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All I want in life is a nightwing animated movie in the style of spider verse and I'm never gonna get it because DC hates all of their characters and that has been hurting me every single day for the past 3 years
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awnrii · 5 months
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why does he dress like that
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Oh, Richard...
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gentlemean · 3 months
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I present to you: The Whitegull River Symphony.
A classical symphony in four movements, inspired by @thesiltverses! The most recent episode swept me away in a river of creative inspiration, and I couldn't help but follow this stream to whatever murky depths it wanted to take me.
Creative thoughts and details beneath the cut.
The Whitegull River Symphony is written in f-Minor for a full symphonic orchestra. My rendition was created in FLStudio, using Spitfire's BBC-Symphonic-Orchestra plugin, as I am just one mediocre violinist without an entire orchestra at hand.
First Movement: River Angels, Allegro Assai
The first movement is dominated by the steady rhythm of the celli and violae, who act as the slow waves of our murky river. Among these waves, the faithful have prepared a sacrifice. Their hopeful prayers flick aross the water in the first half of the movement, and are answered by the scutteling, chittering spawn of the river in the second half.
Second Movement: Pilgrimage of the Prophet, Adagio
In the second movement, we focus entirely on our favorite little prophet (whose brilliant performance inspired me to make this. The existence of this symphony is your fault, @sassylich). He marches on through the silt with slow steps, while the clarinet plays his theme. His little schemes behind the scenes are played by the string section, the obvious warning signs are announced by the horns. Nevertheless: In the end, everyone is playing his tune.
Third Movement: The Withermark, Andante
And here we go, the river's might is unleashed. The angels of the river god approach unstoppably, drawn here by the prophet: His clarinet is setting the tune for the overwhelming wrath of the trawlerman. Nothing can stand in its way, but after the tides have calmed, new life can grow in their wake.
Fourth Movement: Katabasis, Allegro Assai
Katabasis, the descent into the depths. Nothing escapes the greedy maw of the Trawlerman, nobody can float above, untouched. All the instruments we've hear so far return, desceding into the roiling depths of the bassline. This is not a comforting or hopeful ending, this is an apocalypse.
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zannolin · 2 months
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"a primer for the small weird loves", richard siken + cobra kai s1-2
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somecleverreference · 14 days
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Diversity Win!! the cult feeding you to crabs offers gender-affirming healthcare options
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3y3-see-you · 3 months
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if I had a nickel for every trans silt verses character who had a father that accepted their transition but was a bad father in other ways and they reunited in time for the beginning of closure to happen only for the father to be killed by godly forces…
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jmjerror · 3 months
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innovative new faulkner design. carpenter has to carry him sometimes because he can't scuttle very fast.
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90spiderbros · 10 months
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Ben Reilly Appreciation Month- Selfie
this one's a personal favorite of mine. mostly bcuz i think its funny.
Join @benreillymonth !
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performance theory
the state of dreaming, marina / the fan, richard schechner / theatre of the unimpressed, jordan tannahill / chapter 20: and rend up both to dust bellow, the silt verses / the empty space, peter brook / as you like it, william shakespeare / the main character, will wood
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im-a-luxury · 8 months
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i am a HUGE sucker for “peter looks in the mirror one day and all he can see is uncle ben” but i am also a sucker for every other swap-in you can make. (mini fanfics below the cut, with many self indulgent headcanons LMAO)
miles is talking with his dad one night after everything calms down. the conversation is light, easy, but his dad goes quiet suddenly. his dad looks at him, and miles has never seen him so quiet. his eyes go misty, and miles is scared something happened for a moment. but his dad just sets a hand in his shoulder and says, “you look like your uncle.” miles cries in his dads arms that night.
gwen is talking with her dad over breakfast, and something slips out of her mouth. she recognizes the sentence, why she has it in her head, but she doesn’t know from where. her dad freezes, before turning to look at her. his eyes soften, but his face and shirt are painted and streaked in blue and grey. “you sound just like her.” he doesn’t give gwen time to ask who, before he turns back to his eggs.
peni never knew her mother. she died while giving birth to her, so her father raised her, then her aunt and uncle after he…yeah. peni doesn’t know much about her either, just that she was smart, and her dad thought she was pretty. peni’s going through her dad’s stuff one night, when she pulls up a picture of her. peni finds that her reflection matches up perfectly.
hobie doesn’t have many memories of their parents, no photos either. it’s fine, they dont miss them much, and they figure they dont look much like them either. they have one thing that ties them back to that little apartment in old york. it’s a picture, old and faded, of their brother. as the picture gets more worn, the only thing that hobie can see is their brother’s face. it might as well just be a picture of themselves.
jess loves her mother. more than anything on earth (besides her baby). she’s been there throughout her pregnancy, she was there when her captain stacy died, and she was there when her husband did too. it was the first time jess ever saw her mother cry, and she finds out that tears make people look a lot alike.
noir doesn’t look like uncle ben. the thought used to make him angry. why am i never good enough?! then it depressed him. why am i never good enough…? but he slips his glasses on one morning, and his hair folds and curls down on his forehead and sticks up at his neck. he ties his tie, and looks in the mirror. he finds himself wondering, how long can you look in the mirror before you start looking like your father?
miguel doesn’t have a father. at least not anymore. george o’hara died a long time ago, and tyler stone…well, why would he want anything to do with him? miguel rages at himself everytime he thinks about him—not stone, but the man who raised him. george’s been dead for years, why can’t you just get over it?! but years of blood and fear don’t just disappear because a stone gets plunked in the ground. miguel tears up the last photo he has of george, and goes to splash water on his face. he looks in the mirror, and he sees himself. miguel looks nothing like his father, and he finds himself thinking that’s a good thing.
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chevaliermalfets · 7 months
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Arthur and Lancelot's farewell - Camelot (1982)
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kalaidosnail · 2 years
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The Lord sends his wettest battles to his soggiest little guys :’) - Catabasian Faulkner.
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Okay I just listened to the most recent episode WHAT THE FUCK
I feel so bad for Faulkner and so anxious like all his little schemes are coming down!!
And the last line,,,, the fact that we get no response... just!!! "Did you hear the music?" Sibling Rain that was a suicide attempt!!!!?
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James Hayward 🤝 Paige Duplass
Having (and using) a first and last name
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rageclownz · 10 months
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A bonding moment with the river.
(I wanted to draw Faulkner at peace. He may not deserve it, but I’ll give it to him anyway.)
Image description: a digital drawing of Brother Faulkner from The Silt Verses. He is a thin, slightly tanned man with brown wavy hair and freckles drawn in a cartoony style. He is standing facing the audience in hip-deep water with his hands dipping into the river. He is looking down with a slightly sad, peaceful expression. Faulkner is standing next to a sand bank. He is wearing a dark gray shirt and brown pants, both of which are damp from the river. The water is calm, and the sky is mostly clear with a few clouds.
@thesiltverses
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