#themes: silence

[lucidloving]

Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient // Waving Through a Window—Ben Platt & Original Broadway Cast of Dear Evan Hansen // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // @iimememe on Twitter // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Marie Howe, "The Landing"

#theme: self-imposed silence #theme: invisibility #web weaving #webs #web weave #webweave #poetry #aesthetic #prose #prose poetry #art #collage #literature #book quotes #books #novels #novel quotes #quotes #excerpt #novel excerpt #words #song lyrics #lyrics #dear evan hansen #haruki murakami #compilation #parallels #inspo #collection

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Natalie Wee NEVER BEEN KISSED / pinterest / 밤의 해변에서 혼자 On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. 홍상수 Hong Sang-soo / Evelyn Waugh Brideshead Revisited / Mary Oliver North Country / Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things / Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells / Franz Wright East Boston, 1996; God's Silence

#this doesn't really have a theme lol i've just been browsing pinterest and so here we are #on self #web weave #web weaving #poetry parallels #poetry compilations #natalie wee #never been kissed #on the beach at night alone #hong sang soo #evelyn waugh #brideshead revisited #mary oliver #north country #cheryl strayed #tine beautiful things #aftersun #charlotte wells #franz wright #god's silence #poetry #words #spilled ink #dark academia #dark academia poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #poem #dark academia quote #writing

[arkiwii]

boop (but arknights themed)

WAUGH

#arknights themed boop... #am i being booped by a feline #arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #askiwi #boop

[skeletoninthemelonland]

In case it hasn't been made clear, Behind The Codes is not a horror series. Despite having some disturbing themes, it doesn't focus on them the same way FNAF games did.

#I'm a big fan of silence as a cinematic tool #and when something feels wrong but you can't actually point your finger at it #as well as the concept of dreams and nightmares #the more time you spend analyzing them. the more you realize what's really troubling you deep down #some themes and visuals are tricky and make you frustrated because their meanings are unknown to you #things that are “without foot nor head” #might as well mention the concept of time running out. there are PLENTY more themes to explore! #you know you don't have to fear anything. as long as you keep your mind's integrity #but what if someone were to take that away from you. something so personal as a name or a story #an empty vessel will seek out fulfillment and eventually learn to love and hate all over again #starbstalks

[dykedvonte]

You wanna talk about House and Benny? Let’s talk about House and Benny. Let’s talk about how House says he saw Benny as a son figure ans a rightful successor to the strip. Let’s talk about how Benny was so charmed by House’s offer that he literally killed a man to get the position to agree to it. Let’s talk about how House was intentionally priming Benny and regrets not doing better, not for the wasted time but of Benny’s wasted potential, how it was misplaced. Let’s talk about how Benny didn’t question House’s leadership until the guy started going radio silent. Let’s talk about House and Benny:

#cause realistically Benny had to be of an age house could project a parental view on when they first met and combined with how impulsive and #short sighted Benny is with his planning and way of operating makes me think he’s not as old as people headcanon cause he was the leader #the chairmen for 7 years so you have to subtract that from his current age meaning he was even younger and more impressionable to house cuz #how else would house see him as a good candidate if his backstabbing was already a thing seeing as house was aware of his plan from the #start so since house projects and acts like a man ranged late 40s to 50s I’d say Benny is max 25-27 by game start so they met when he was #still a teen cause a theme in the game surrounding older npcs ins a resistance to change and of course someone still young and okay with #change would take an offer such as Houses eagerly along with the fact Benny seems like okay with sudden change actually considering him #giving you the reigns when he thinks his goose is cooked #but this is all to say there was def an unhealthy projection on house part on the role he wanted Benny to play that was likely controlling #and the sudden silence as he tried to acquire the chip would only make Benny more inclined to rebel especially since he is still young and #impressionable if we take he’s only in his mid 20s #and before someone says he doesn’t look it he acts like that and some characters are supposed to be 26 and 37 and I bet you guessed wrong on #who the first time #fallout #fallout new vegas #mr house fnv #robert edwin house #benny fnv #benny gecko

[flowercrowngods]

yearning hours (bonus track)

🤍 also on ao3

Seeing Steve like this always makes Eddie feel like he’s suddenly in on some secret of the universe. Like he knew nothing prior to this moment, like history is rewriting itself around the two of them just now. It makes him feel like the boy he is — young, stupid, with no idea about the world and what lies beyond, and absolutely in love with another boy. 

The light of the full moon catches in his hair, painting it silver and covering him in a sheen of light that Steve knows to wear like a second skin. He’s calm out here, his legs dangling over the abyss of the quarry, his hands in his lap, his chest rising and falling steadily. Slowly. Evenly. Eddie wants to reach out and hold his hand over Steve’s heart just to feel it against his skin, just to give his own some direction; to get it right. 

No frown between his brows, no tension in the line of his shoulders, no clenched jaw or balled fists. 

He looks beautiful like this; a playing field for light and darkness that treat him like an old friend that comes to visit, to stay just for the night. 

Steve is beautiful. And Eddie gets to watch; take it all in, the silver light on the bridge of his nose, the shadows underneath his lips, the dried trail of old tears, telling a glistening tale of the heart that combines history and future. 

Eddie watches as Steve stares out at the quarry, his eyes fixed somewhere in the darkness, unaware of his surroundings as he loses himself in that freedom he makes for himself every night he is out here. The freedom he is willing to share with Eddie, apparently. 

It’s a privilege. An honour. And still all Eddie can do, all he wants to do, is look at Steve and watch him and see. Justbecause he can. Because Steve won’t tell him to stop, because he won’t ask him about it, won’t duck his face or skip away from Eddie’s smile or his hands or his silent confessions whispered into his very own thoughts. Not here, not in the darkness. Not anymore. 

He wants to reach out and take that hand that’s resting in Steve‘s lap, weave their fingers together and breathe a promise into the air between them. Wants to tug on that hand and make Steve fall into him, make their hearts pick up their paces because for just a fraction of a second they’ll think they’re about to lose their balance and fall. Fall down there, into the darkness, and never see the light again. 

A breeze picks up around them, brushing through Steve‘s hair and making it dance in the moon light. Eddie’s eyes follow with rapt attention, but still it breaks the spell of yearning and brings a question to the forefront of his mind. 

A question about calm, about darkness, about Steve and what that means. 

Lifting one leg from the abyss to wrap his arms around it and give his hands something to do, something to hold, Eddie asks, “You ever think about jumping?” 

Steve blinks once. Twice. Coming back from wherever he went while Eddie waits patiently and watches. 

“Jumping?” 

Eddie inclines his head even though Steve’s not looking. “Off. Down there. Y’know...”  He trails off. 

Steve blinks again, a frown between his brows redirecting the silver light on his face before he finally turns his head to look at Eddie. 

“No. Not uhm... Not jumping." 

Eddie takes it all in, trailing his gaze over Steve's face, searching for something he's not sure exists. This thing between them that's been growing steadily. This thing between them that has lead to quiet nights at the quarry, to Steve talking about bravery and jumping and all those things that aren't meant for daylight. 

"No? What then?" 

Eddie reaches for a pebble, scratching its smooth surface with the nail of his thumb because he’s feeling restless again and he needs something to anchor him. He always does, around Steve. The boy just makes him feel weightless and heavy and floating and sinking at the same time, and Eddie is always just along for the ride. Wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.

Steve musters him for a moment and Eddie can feel himself tensing up a little, aiming to seem nonchalant with the pebble in his hand, like it’s the most normal thing to do for a boy who’s not ready to be a man yet in a world that never even let him be a child. A boy who failed his senior year three times. A boy who’s endlessly in love with Steve Harrington. 

The golden boy. But he’s painted in silver now in this moment shared just between the two of them. Maybe Eddie is looking for symbolism where there is none, his mind clinging to romanticisations and narratives of beauty and belonging just to defy the bleakness of the world that grownups have always been so adamantly demanding of him to believe in. 

Maybe he’s blinded by infatuation, stupid and colourblind with it. Or maybe it means something that this gold-skinned boy is veiled in silver light as he’s looking at Eddie like that. 

Like he sees it, too. 

Like he can feel it, that something between them that’s been growing. 

And Eddie feels hope rising in his chest for a second, dares to let his heart skip and jump and race, brought to life by Steve’s eyes trailing down to his lips; and falling, when the boy only huffs. 

“Nothing. It’s stupid.” 

Eddie hums, pleading his heart to come down, a little bit terrified that Steve would hear it for how heavily and rapidly it’s beating against his ribcage. “Tell me anyway?” 

He loves it, the way Steve’s lips tug up into a smile. A shy, secret little one, illuminated and captured for all eternity by the moonlight for one second, two, before he turns his face away and looks down into the abyss again. 

“I like when you do that.” 

“What?” 

“Tell me anyway. It’s… It makes me feel not-stupid. Or like it’s okay, you know? Like even if it’s stupid, it’s still there, still worth telling maybe. Not an empty phrase. Just… Yeah. You know I’ll tell you anyway, Ed.” 

And what do you even say to that? Nothing. There’s nothing for Eddie to say because his heart is still racing against itself and winning and losing and falling ever after. 

Stupidly, he offers Steve his pebble. Wondrously, Steve takes it, his fingertips lingering on Eddie’s palm, electric and tickling, and they both huff. Breathless. 

“Falling,” Steve says at last. 

“Hm?” 

A twitch of his lips, looking over for the briefest of seconds before he focuses on Eddie’s pebble, rolling it between his fingers, placing it in the middle of his palm, and Eddie aches to take its place. To place his hand on Steve’s palm and hold him, to have Steve play with his fingers like that. To be the centre of Steve’s attention more than he already is. 

“It’s not about jumping. Just falling. And trying not to.” 

Eddie swallows, biting his tongue, not daring to speak now. His voice would waver, his heart would jump out and he’d be found out. So he watches. Listens. Longs. 

“I’ve never…” Steve trails off and closes his fingers around the pebble. “I’ve never been good at not falling.” 

It hangs in the air between them, boring into Eddie’s mind, his thoughts, his desires, and it leaves him reeling. Confused. Blinking. 

Steve doesn’t elaborate, though, and Eddie feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s been there, he’s done that, and Steve always makes him feel like he’s terribly close to that, but… There was something in his voice when he said that. The same something that’s in the air when they sit together, just a tad closer than is strictly necessary or acceptable. The same something that floats between them when their eyes meet and neither of them looks away — until they have to, with pink-tinted smiles on their faces. 

This something that is reserved in the universe; reserved for them. Reserved for Eddie and his crush that has turned into a flame, a bonfire that keeps him warm and sustained and safe so long as he doesn’t touch it. Reserved for Steve and the way he doesn’t duck his head to hide his smile anymore, the way he started laughing more around Eddie, and the way he always finds excuses to touch him, to linger, to stay. 

And so, with a voice that doesn’t quite feel like his, he asks, “Why are you trying not to fall?” 

“Because…” He shrugs, frowning at the pebble. “Because the landing always hurts, Eddie.” 

And I’ve already hurt so much. I’m already hurting so much. Can’t you see it? It goes unsaid, but it’s spoken still with the tiny shrug, with the tone of resignation, and the way his voice breaks on Eddie’s name. 

It breaks something inside Eddie, too. 

“Steve,” he whispers. Thought that if he said his name, it would be unbroken. It’s not, though, it’s just a name that hangs in the air now. 

Steve puts away the pebble, laying it gently between them, and Eddie feels colder for it. “Told you it was stupid.” 

“It’s not,” he hurries to reassure him, insistent and desperate for Steve to believe him. “I’m not judging or anything, shit, Stevie, I’m just…” 

“Just?” 

Just thinking that I would catch you. Just longing to fall with you. Not just for you. Always, always for you, though. 

But it’s too much; the words are bubbling inside him, too close to the surface, ready to break out and face the world, but Eddie swallows thickly until they lose their momentum. 

So he shakes his head and breathes deeply. Watches as Steve’s shoulders fall slightly as tension bleeds out of them. Maybe it’s better for the words to stay where they are. Unsaid. Secret. 

He wants to take the pebble back, but he feels paralysed. Maybe it’s one secret too many. Maybe it’s what will break him, them, this something between them. 

But looking at Steve now, streaked in silver and a loneliness that wasn’t there before, something settles inside him. 

“I would catch you,” he says, like it’s that simple. “Give it all to find a way. It sounds cheesy as fuck, and maybe it is, but Jesus, Stevie.” His voice is small, gentle like he’s never really heard it out of his own mouth, and he reaches out to tuck a strand of Steve’s hair behind his ear. It was never out of place, he just felt this ache he needed to soothe. Just wanted to touch Steve. He always wants to touch him. “I would find a way.” 

Steve looks at him, meets his eyes over the thrum of darkness and secrets, over the terrifying petrification that seems to have overcome them both, and over the hitching breaths and skipping hearts that guide the hand of fate. 

“Why?” he breathes. Like it’s just a word. Like it’s not Eddie’s entire heart and soul laid bare, Steve’s name embedded in weeks and months and years of simile and symbolism, deeply ingrained in his every thought now. 

“Because I want to,” Eddie says. Like it’s that easy. He leans forward, falling toward Steve to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder and being the one to hide now. “God, I want to.” 

It’s a whisper, but Steve’s shaking underneath him. Eddie is ready to bolt, ready to run, his hands wrapped around his middle protectively just in case he’s misreading all of this spectacularly. Hoping and aching and pleading that he isn’t. 

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, but doesn’t move away from him. He sounds a little lost with it, and Eddie is reminded of the hurt, broken little sound that was his name just moments earlier. It makes him snake his hand out from under himself to lay it on Steve’s thigh, palm up. Inviting. Offering. “You can’t just say shit like that, man.” 

Eddie huffs a breath he wasn’t aware he still had in his lungs when everything has turned into Steve and falling and catching and wanting. 

“Why not?” And there’s vulnerability in it, spreading its wings inside him, pushing back everything else he’s been feeling before as a different kind of the same reality comes crashing down on him. Why not? Because we’re boys? Because you’re Steve and I’m Eddie? Because I’ve been misreading this after all? 

He pulls away, but Steve does take his hand before he can get too far.

“Because I’m already falling. And falling and falling and falling, and there you are.” Steve’s hand comes up to his hair now, brushing it behind his ear to meet his eyes. “Pretty.” He sighs, leaving his hand on Eddie’s cheek. “What if it’s too much?”

“You?” 

“Me.” It’s rotten work. 

Eddie shakes his head. “Never.” Not to me. Not if it’s you. 

“‘M gonna start saying shit,” Steve murmurs then, his face impossibly closer now, and Eddie’s eyes trail to his lips. He doesn’t want to kiss Steve. Well, he does, and quite desperately in fact; but not right now. He wants to keep looking at him, wants to keep talking, wants to drink him in and just to be there. Make good on his promise. 

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Cheesy shit,” Steve grins, though it wavers in the moonlight. Still it makes Eddie’s breath hitch. “Like asking you to hold me. And never let me go.” 

Eddie smiles, plucking Steve’s hand from his cheek to rest it in his lap, playing with his fingers and marvelling at the feel of them. They’re so warm. Maybe Steve has that same bonfire inside him. 

He almost asks. Instead, what he says is, “And if I do that? If I hold you? And catch you. And never let you go. And tell you that you look really good in the moonlight, and all that cheesy shit…” They grin, Steve’s fingers twitching in his lap. “Would you let me?”

“Let you what?” 

Eddie swallows, his cheeks heating, his heart racing again.“Be the one you fall for.” 

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, and the sound is far from broken this time, spoken as it is around a smile, accompanied by eyes glistening in the moonlight. “You already are.” 

His heart is soaring. There is no other word to describe the feeling that overcomes him, body and soul, and he wants to scream about it, wants to laugh and cry and jump and fly. But all he says is, “Good.”

“Yeah?” 

And, God, he sounds so hopeful, so innocent, so purely and deeply serene that Eddie can’t help but move carefully until he’s standing, holding one hand out to Steve. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, laughing as Eddie pulls him to his feet and immediately wraps his arms around Steve’s middle, leaving him to bury his face in Eddie’s neck and wind his arms around him, too. 

“Just making good on that promise, Stevie. Gonna hold you til you’re sick of me.” 

“God, I love you,” Steve whispers into his skin, accompanied by another breathless laugh as he burrows deeper into him. 

Or, at least Eddie thinks that he said. Maybe he was the one who said it. Maybe he just thought it, made it feel real with how strong he's feeling.

But before he can so much as freeze with the onslaught of both possibility and reality, Steve’s hand comes up to his cheek again and he brushes a kiss to his neck, one to his jaw, and then one to his cheek, before returning to bury himself in Eddie’s embrace. 

Eddie closes his eyes and just breathes him in as they stand there, just holding each other. Falling and catching each other. Cradling their something new in trembling hands that tell the tale of two boys terrified and brave, and smiles that speak of future. 

yearning hours | yearning hours b-side

#steddie #steddie fic #the yearning hours are not related by story. just by theme and imagery and mood I think #I'm still trying to get back into the groove after the worst writer's block so uhhh I hope this is fine? #dio words #oh look no one's depressed in this one!!! it's more of a deep yearning than a heavy one in this I think #not sure I'm happy with this ending but shhh #it's that kinda bonus track where there's 5 minutes of silence and you think the record is done but then BOOM surprise song

[willowser]

okay i've never really watched friends but the other day a clip came up on tiktok and it was like. ross listening to a voice-mail and finding out that rachel had/has a "thing" for him, and they just like. stare at each other 🥺 and i can't stop thinking about it aifbriskakal

i think confessing to bakugou could be a lot like that 🥺 either you tell him or he finds out someway and he just 🥺 looks at you, trying to keep a hold on his expression 🥺 and he doesn't even know what to say 🥺

#ugh it makes my heart BURN #HELP lads (gn) i'm YEARNING AGAIN #i'm imagining you standing in the agency after hours #and the lights have already gone off in the building but it's light enough outside that the evening sunset is coming through the windows #and you two are just looking at each other 🥺 #exchanging so much in the silence 🥺 #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Sorry sir, the only type of ASMR bullshit I can stand is Moon's evil devious laughter

#oh gods i fucking hate asmr #this shit gives me the chills #if you're going to try and make the lest nose possible than just DON'T MAKE NOISE AT ALL YOU MFER???? #moon my beloved #the only one i can stand for real #you either let the silence be silent or make loud annoying noise on purpose no in between #the second anyone starts one of those themed asmr videos i want to bite and tear something apart #whispers from atlantis #solar lunacy #moon fnaf #sun fnaf #dca fandom #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf daycare au #daycare attendent #dca au #moondrop #moon dca #fnaf moon

[a-town-called-hometown]

number one escapism theory hater 1997

#breaking my silence. i think that theory simply clashes way too much with the themes of agency in the game.

[lucidloving]

Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck) // Camille Rankine, "Emergency Management" // Gwen Benaway, "Holy Wild" // @inanotherunivrse // Tracy Chevalier, "Girl with a Pearl Earring" // Stephen Dunn, "The Waiting" // @deadbyinsidee // Sue Zhao

#theme: staying quiet #theme: hurting in silence #web weaving #webs #poetry #aesthetic #art #prose #prose poetry #collage #literature #books #book quotes #novels #novel quotes #quotes #words #poems #pain

[bumblingbabooshka]

Fake Voyager Episode: Tuvok gets kidnapped and forced to compete in an arena where telepaths fight one another to the death for a shot at fortune and prestige. He was initially kidnapped as 'fodder' - the aliens who run the arena will grab any telepathic alien they can find regardless of skill and they're essentially just there to be killed by flashier veterans of the bloodsport. The episode is mainly Tuvok showing off his tactical know-how and combat skills. We also get several flashbacks to him as a young man, learning how to fight both on Vulcan and in Starfleet. There's a concern that he will lose himself when forced into this seemingly endless battle, surrounded by violence, but in the end he prevails and manages to escape without killing a single person. He leaves the arena after giving a message of peace. Patreon | Ko-fi

Unnamed Goon: [Laughter] That puny 'Vuulcan' didn't land a single hit for all his bluster. Once I sealed his telepathic powers it was over! Huh huh huh… If I keep up this pace I should have him crushed beneath my fists in- What...? I can't move...? Tuvok: By now you have surely noticed it.

You are certainly a formidable opponent. Most would assume you to be a simple bruiser but that is not the case. You are a knowledgeable telepath - able to not only bolster your own physique but nullify the telepathic capabilities of your enemies.

However. You rely too much on one tactic and are too proud to allow yourself to look 'weak.' This was the ultimate cause of your ruination. While you gleefully battered my body about the field I was able to locate twenty two out of twenty four 'kobat sfek' on your body - points which will render you immobile for approximately…four minutes. More than enough time. It was a shrewd precaution to nullify my telepathic ability. However. I do not need them to best you in combat.

Even now, I am ten times stronger than you. Unnamed Goon: T-Ten...TEN TIMES!? [Imagining the sort of gruesome end that might await him, the unnamed Goon faints - leaving Tuvok the victor.]

#the B plot of this episode is that Neelix is trying to make a certain Vulcan dish juuust right so Tuvok can have it when he gets back #(In the opening pre-theme Tuvok comments on how it didn't taste right) #the episode ends with Tuvok (after a long meditation) coming into the empty mess hall and Neelix being like OH!! You're here!! Quick - try #this! I think just about everyone on the ship helped me make this! I hope it tastes alright I mean I'd just (Neelix.) sorry! Of course I'll #be quiet. I'll just - sit here and won't say a word! (...) -Tuvok takes a bite- ... #-silence- Well????? (Well what?) How is it? It is...sufficient. #& Neelix cheers and sing songs that that's among the HIGHEST of your compliments Mr. Vulcan~! (Hm.) Hmm~.... #Peaceful night isn't it? ...Indeed. (cut to young Tuvok looking at a similar star filled sky on Vulcan) END. #fake star trek voyager episodes my beloved #comix #Tuvok #st voyager #voy #star trek #Tuvok being cool...needed to see it <3 #bea art tag #we only really see him show off his tactical skills innn that episode where Janeway chases a monkey on that one planet #and he's COOL!!! #art that makes it painfully painfully clear that the person drawing it read shounen manga as a kid

[fourgods-nobrakes]

BL, all I want for Christmas is a Chaos Space Marine novel with a protagonist who wants to be doing what he's doing and doesn't hate his gods.

Yes, I know Storm of Iron is getting a hardback release. I want a second one. Surely there's enough room in your catalog for two of these.

#lords of silence almost counts as the second one #if vorx weren't (understandably) so extremely Tired #if you can publish sixteen novels about the same plucky band of guardsmen #surely you could come up with a second approach to this theme 20 years after SoI

[lilyharvord]

Once again I am screaming and crawling up the walls like Evil Dead over the fact that all the electricons grabbed onto Mare in Harbor Bay when she saw Cal’s body and the healer trying to resuscitate him.

Like everyone around her (except for her) knew her dumb ass was so in love with him that if he died she was going to go off like a fucking bomb and kill all of them and to avoid that they literally were fully prepared to either knock her out with their own ability or contain hers as much as possible.

Which just leads me to believe that if he had died, like if the healer had failed and he had died on the sand Mare would have turned immediately to Iris’s war ship and we would have gotten the duel of the fucking century. Because Iris would have been fighting to just survive and Mare would have been blindly fighting to kill at all costs in as painful of a manner as possible. And she would have taken so many lakelanders and nortian soldiers with her. So tbh, if Dane/the Scarlet Guard was smart, they would have let Cal die in that moment and they could have ended the whole thing in Harbor Bay.

#Just thoughts #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #war storm spoilers #mare barrow #listen she would have gone full OP boss mode #like... the choir version of her theme playing in the background as she goes after Iris OP boss mode #boss room music would have started playing #and Iris would have started sweating #you cannot deny it #I just think it's neat that her rage would have been fueled by Cal's death #like it's just so them #Cal: I would die for you #mare: I would kill for you #like that is their relationship in a nut shell #I think about this moment all the time #like I can see it on a screen in my mind #like silence with just Mare's heartbeat as she slowly sinks to her knees with the electricons just out of focus behind her grabbing on #and then all the sound comes back right after we see Cal inhale but the sound is Mare's inhale #its a jarring change from peaceful silence of Mare's slow and steady heartbeat as she watches the healer try to resuscitate him to SOUND #there can be muffled sounds around her while she watching #as a treat #I just think film is neat #it's my film degree speaking right there

[sweetalyssum]

cyno in kasala’s outfit + 🌱 haino

#cyno #alhaitham #haino #genshin fanart #genshin impact #my art #alhaitham's emoji being the lil sprout is too cute..... #and then ahh kasala's outfit is v nice w all the drapery and windows cyno would look so goood in it #mihoyo give cyno a cool skin pls... a temple of silence themed one would be super cool since that's where ppl speculate he grew up hehee...

[turtleblogatlast]

omfg did you have any content on that post you just posted? the one about leo never shutting up until hes in real pain? because you are very much Correct for that one holy hell it gets me every time

[ cw: violence mention / self sacrifice implied / ]

No content, just something I thought upon when thinking of the movie (something that is on my mind so very often.)

Just, thinking of Leo, when he’s separated from everyone and everything, being completely silent. Even being so horrifically beaten as he was, even being in a true nightmare scenario, he is silent in his suffering. Smiles through it, even.

At the moment where it would have been more than justified to make any noise, he stays silent.

#non au ask #violence mention / #self sacrifice / #I stg there are more instances of this in the actual series too but I can’t remember the actual details from the top of my head #I’ll have to do a rewatch someday #but yeah make no mistake he’s still that joking boy that’s legitimately who he is as a person #but silence meets him like an old friend the way only a Leo would know #side note but I also think the theme of him and silence kinda ties in to how- #he’s the best one at stealth plus the one who’s most likely to go off on his own #silence and isolation are two things that go hand in hand with his character #and what makes rise leo all the more interesting is how much he fights against that #his inclination toward talking and joking and his dependency on being with his brothers as a team works in tandem with his root nature #djjdjdj okay I’m getting pretentious now but I could write a lot about my personal interpretation of Leo as a character #(even though it 100% is prob me just looking too far into things lol but that’s the fun of fiction analysis huh)

[paragonrobits]

i've noticed from answering questions on Quora that a LOT of people apparently think Kyoshi was the most brutal Avatar (which is probably an evolution of that really obnoxious and character-damaging joke of 'LOL KYOSHI WANTS TO MURDER EVERYTHING'), and it seems to keep being brought up as a positive in terms of describing her as a powerful and effective Avatar, and I really don't like the unspoken implication; that being brutal makes you more effective, and that by in turn being gentle or not smashing your opposition at the first chance makes you weak.

I've implied a thought in the past, and i will say it now: a large part of the ATLA fandom is weirdly close to outright saying that Ozai was right or that Sozin did nothing wrong, that their actual goals and methods were completely morally neutral, that mass slaughter, genocide and brutality are all completely justified if you do it against the 'Right People', so to speak.

Because, the unspoken thought here, that brutality and ruthlessness get Things Done and are therefore better than talking to people or mediating disputes, keeps coming up in the fandom. The praise of Kyoshi for her willingness to kill (though canonically she was deeply conflicted and distraught over the taking of life).

When i hear people talk about how she's effective because they think she's brutal, or imply that Aang's reluctance to kill makes him a less effective Avatar (Despite the series VERY STRONGLY implying that harmony and spiritual methods are a better thing, overall, than simply imposing your will upon others; not for nothing is Wan Shi Tong's remark of 'do you think YOU are the first one to believe your war is justified' comes off as an ideological defeat towards their brief conflict with him), and implicitly dismiss the actual function of the Avatar being to descend upon the realms of humanity and bring peace and harmony to a world struggling against itself and false divisions, I hear reflections of Ozai declaring to Aang "You're WEAK! Just like the rest of your people! They were too weak to deserve to live in this world, in MY world!"

and that the fandom as a whole, who lionize brutality for its own sake, don't see an inherent problem with what Ozai is saying (probably in the spirit of one fanfic writer who at one point criticized the Air Nomad's pacifism by saying 'at the end of it, look who's still standing') or worse, given the large amount of fandom that obsesses over the Fire Nation or even write Katara as AGREEING with the Fire Nation, think Ozai is absolutely right, and that the only thing that matters is forcing the world to do what you want.

#atla #fandom discourse #fandom problems #queued #im sure there's a few people who might go 'well we shouldnt have to say that Ozai is wrong' #and while that's true its also true that the complete lack of silence in how that also applies to the THEMES of ATLA overall #and how people don't see a contradiction between those themes and the fixation on ruthlessness in the fandom #is itself a conversation that should be contemplated