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“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”

the amber spyglass, philip pullman / dracula / sherlock / black sails / murdoch mysteries / doctor who / jonathan gottschall, the storytelling animal: how stories make us human

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WILHELM & SIMON in YOUNG ROYALS (2021-)

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Shun and Mio - Umibe no Étranger

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Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights (2004)

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Solangelo kisssss

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motivational ventus!!!! we believe in you!!!!

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What a Girl Wants (2003) — Everybody’s rooting for you to fail. That’s what makes it fun.

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“What it comes down to… is that I love you, Daphne. l love you, and that I’m so sorry. l wouldn’t change anything about you. l wouldn’t change one hair on your head. Not for anything…” - “l love you, Dad.”

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What a Girl Wants (2003)

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500 Followers Giveaway!

Hey everyone! 

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If you’ve already purchased the zine, we will refund your order. Winners will be announced Sept 8th! Good luck, and thank you all for your support!

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aziraphale blesses crowley

A little thought. A headcanon. But I do believe that Aziraphale, at a certain point, begins to bless Crowley. Because the demon, despite most of the things the Angel goes through, always stays relatively safe. 

He says that his kind don’t send stern letters. We get a sense that “his kind” are more on the corporal end when it comes to punishment. But we only see Aziraphale being beaten, insulted, discorperated. Nothing ever happens to Crowley, who walks relatively unscathed through the Apocalypse. How? 

Blessings. Blessings. 

An Angel was blessing him. 

Aziraphale was blessing him. 

He shouldn’t. It’s blasphemous, he knows, to imprint celestial protection onto a demon. A sort of blasphemy that, if the archangels knew, would have landed him with a firm talking to. An angry letter. A slip, tumble, Fall downwards, maybe. 

He tries not to think about that. 

Because there were times where Crowley returned to the bookshop smelling of sulfur and brimstone, doing his best to hide a limp. Impossible, really. Aziraphale knew him; his smile, his soft eyes, his sharp words; knew well enough when something had tilted from normal. 

“Are you alright?” He handed the demon tea and plumes of cinnamon steam crested his chin. 

Crowley had waved him off. “Fine. Just a disagreement.”

“What-”

“A few demons began to notice my lack of… demonic energy. Just a reminder, Angel.” And he’d punctuated it with a sip of tea and a soft hum. “That’s all. Nothing to fuss about.” 

“It certainly is something to fuss about!”

Crowley took off his glasses long enough to wink. “You fuss about everything.”

And so Aziraphale had begun to lay blessings. 

It’s soft and deft and quiet - when he reaches and touches Crowley’s sleeve. The demon would never know, he thought. There’d be no reason to notice the specks of love he’d pressed delicately into the fibers of being. He never made them so strong that they’d burn, and never made them weak enough to linger and fade. 

A blessing of protection, he willed on a rainy Sunday, elbowing past to a bookshelf. May you be safe from your own kind, my own kind, from all kind. 

On a hot summer June afternoon, he’d adjusted the demons collar with a flick of deft fingers. “Really,” he said, “you could try to be a little more presentable.” A blessing of safety, he thought, pretending to clumsily skate fingertips across the demons neck, feeling the pulse of a swallow. May you be safe now. Safe always. Safe when I’m here and when I’m not. Keep him alive, and well, and whole. He flicked the collar again. “Better.”

Crowley cleared his throat, pushing up his glasses. “Thanks,” he said back, confusion heavy on his tongue. Then; “See? Fussy.” 

And then an apocalypse arrives. 

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Le Cirque des Rêves. Some in the crowd smile knowingly, while others frown and look questioningly at their neighbors. A child near you tugs on her mother’s sleeve, begging to know what it says. “The Circus of Dreams,” comes the reply. The girl smiles delightedly. Then the iron gates shudder and unlock, seemingly by their own volition. They swing outward, inviting the crowd inside. Now the circus is open. Now you may enter.

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Pooh Parallels/Analysis

From the moment Merlin brings Pooh’s book out, something about Sora’s reactions feel off.  He is uncharacteristically subdued, especially at the thought that he’ll get to see his old friends.  Compare his reaction in KH3 to his much more enthusiastic reaction in KH2:

In KH3 he almost looks…sad (remind you of another certain scene?).  At first you might just write this off as him being worried about Pooh- and I’m sure some of it is that- but this vibe from Sora continues through the entire segment.

When Sora finds Pooh, the first thing Pooh says is “You’re home.”  Such an odd thing too say, and it even confuses Sora for a moment:

“You’re home.” “Uh…huh?  Good to see you, Pooh.”

Why would they have Pooh say something that even Sora finds strange (so that the audience takes notice)?  Later Sora realizes that Pooh meant “home” as in his heart, but it also serves as a reference to the well known final line of KH2:

Pooh uses the same exact phrase as Kairi in both English and Japanese versions.

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domestic!superfamily (◠‿◠✿) +bonus (like father like son)

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“you know you can’t just ignore what happened in infinity war and endgame”

fanfic writers:

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Avengers Endgame (2019)

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You’re right. I’m only human. My name is Carol.