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klainegifs · 4 months
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carsonphillips · 4 months
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Hiiiii, friends. I thought I'd share the version of the box scene that I upscaled into HD for @klainegifs. I am not at all a video editor and this is the first time I've upscaled anything at all but I did my best!! Because of the nature of upscaling (creating details that aren't really there), there are some parts/frames that I think look too smooth/unnatural. If you're going to use it to make gifs, I'd recommend doing some extra sharpening to offset it. If you'd like to use it for whatever purposes (and please feel free to do so!), you can download it here.
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datshitrandom · 4 months
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Klaine moments by episode | 3.09 Extraordinary Merry Christmas ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆
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whumpupthejam · 2 months
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the Dune scene in question because I just think everyone should see it once and see it again and also I want it on my page forever okay goodbye 💋💋💋
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klaineownsmysoul · 9 months
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opal-apples · 1 year
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does anyone have the cql xiyao box scene fake subs post bc I'm desperately looking for it and I CANNOT find it and it's making me insane
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buddhisttrueist · 2 years
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Se7en - The Box Scene
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ruporas · 7 months
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… and it all came flowing to his brain, three years of his youth. (ID in alt)
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silvialightning · 11 months
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Thinking about the line in the trailer, “no one rests till this doll is back in a box” thinking how a part of Barbie is about empowerment and represents that women can do anything, thinking about how it was just businessmen trying to stop her, with Barbie running past them all trying and failing to catch her. Just. Thinking about it.
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sensitiveheartless · 7 months
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I’m just picturing Ranpo trying to cheer Dazai up (and missing the mark by a mile) by being like “at least he’s just as stupid as you are!” or something like that idk. Maybe trying to tell him “it’s okay, Chuuya still has no idea how you feel about him! None whatsoever! The possibility isn’t even on his radar!”
Alskdjfjf I love these, thank you anon — and uh, this kinda sent me off in A Direction while I was mulling it over, but it’s still sorta the same vibe —
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(There will, as you can probably tell, be another part of this!)
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ghouljams · 8 months
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Viking soap! Viking soap! Viking soap!
Grrrrrrrr Yes ok yes because I am feral for this idea and you're partially engaging a special interest of mine.
You spot him at the same moment he does you. A flash of blue eyes reflecting the shallow river, long hair shorn short on the sides, the fur the edges his clothes marks him as easily as the paint on his face. A viking. He stands as quickly as you step back, his eyes fixed on you. If he's here there must be more at your village. You know well enough that these men don't travel as solitary creatures.
You turn and run towards your home. You hear the crash of him through the forest behind you giving chase. Even knowing the land as well as you do the terrain is uneven, the roots are made to catch your feet, and the branches are low to obscure your vision. You don't have the deer's advantage of darting movement to keep you out of reach. Each step you can hear him getting closer, until you feel his hands grab you.
The man, the viking, catches you around your middle. You kick and scream and make every effort to batter him with your fists, to make yourself difficult prey. You've heard enough stories about what these men do to know you want no part of it. He lifts you, hauls you up off the ground as you fight and twist.
"Would you be still, I'm not going to hurt you," The man tells you in gaelic. You freeze at the familiar tongue.
"You're a liar," You push at him, claw at his grip, "why would you chase me if you weren't hunting me?"
"Why would you run?" He asks, grabbing your wrists to pin them against his chest. You glare at him, your chest heaving as you gather your breath back. He's handsome, for a viking. There's something sort of rakish about the stubble on his face and the set of his brow. "Did I do something to scare you, bonnie?" It's not an honest question, he knows full well why you'd run.
You keep quiet, keep your glare level with him. An easy task with him holding you up, his arm hooked around your thighs. His head tips back to look at you with a smile. "Aren't you pretty," He whispers, hardly phased by the run or your anger. When you don't respond he seems to find his head again, his smile dropping to something more serious.
"Fine, courting later, business now." He sets you back down, keeping a tight grip on your wrists now that you've proven yourself a runner. "I'm here to negotiate a trade, I need an escort," He explains, though you would think a man needing an escort would have a shorter handle on the ax at his hip.
"A bad liar," You amend your previous statement, tugging at his hold.
"Fine," He relents, "I want an escort. Escort me." He insists, tugging you against his chest again. You're really getting tired of bumping into him.
"Why? So you can lead a raiding party back as soon as I turn around?" You spit.
“To what end?” The viking asks, tips his head to the side, his eyes hard on you, “What use do we have for dead healers?” 
You stop your struggling, stunned. He’s not wrong, but he speaks to an understanding of your village you hadn’t expected. How much did this man and his company know about you? How many scouts had walked your paths, watched your neighbors work? He’s right, dead healers are useless, but so are port healers. Vikings are only as strong as their weakest man, wouldn’t they prefer to keep healers on hand?
“You said-” You swallow, “You said you were here to negotiate a trade. What- A trade for what?” He looks away from you, and you have your answer. You were right to run, he’s here for one of you.
“Let’s go,” He doesn’t pull you, but you follow him anyway. Your mind races, thinking through the people your elders would offer up. Who was the most skilled, the most expendable, weighing what you might get in return. What couldn’t these vikings offer you? Safety, rare goods, money, animals, friendship. Invaluable intangible things that would aid all of you, for whatever price they set. It’s still only the illusion of a choice.
Your wrist is still held tight in his grip as you walk beside him. An escort, what a joke. You’re not going to put in a good word for him or do anything more than act as a pass for him to walk your streets. You’re busy working on your escape plan when you smell it.
Smoke, just as you step clear of the forest.
"Gods," the man breathes, both of you standing on top of the hill at the edge of the forest, watching your home burn. Your eyes grow wide watching the fleeing shadows of raiders, the sacrifices of you kin. What are they doing? Why would they- A mass of fire belches from the center of your village, the man covers your eyes, shields you from the heat of it with his cloak. The tattered tartan catches your attention, makes your heart pound in your chest. You recognize it, Mactavish. He was one of you.
"We have to go," He tells you. You try to pull yourself free, scream for your family down the hill. He catches you around the middle again, hauls you back into the safety of the forest. 
"Tell them to stop," you beg. Your sobbing pleas fall on deaf ears.
“Those aren’t my men,” He doesn’t set you down, transfers your squirming to his shoulder with a grunt and keeps his pace. You can still see the lick of flame and smoke through the trees. The only home you’ve ever known, gone in an instant and all you can do is watch. The forest grows thicker around you as you lay against the familiar unfamiliar tartan and let yourself be carried off like a spoil.
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klainegifs · 4 months
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sleepylabs · 2 months
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datshitrandom · 4 months
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Blaine D. Anderson in every episode  | 3.09 Extraordinary Merry Christmas ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆
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tulakhord · 10 months
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the thing about the black sails finale is that dead/alive is a false dichotomy, which is why there lingers this need to vote for a secret third thing. it has roots in the same false dichotomy of victim/perpetrator that silver cannot get himself out of, that eleanor cannot get herself out of, that silver tries to put madi into, that max understands and weaponizes, that vane crawls out of at his very end. the answer is that james escapes the narrative, or rather the narrative can no longer contain him. the question of james flint or james mcgraw is a false dichotomy that can no longer contain him. he becomes the secret third thing, or is becoming it, in season four. he is unmade because he is removed. as far as the story is concerned, he is dead, because the storyteller can no longer conceive of what he has become.
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klaineownsmysoul · 2 years
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