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[crookedlysonkblog]

something wrong with them <3

[chiquilines]

Damn so everyone was as starved for miryumi content as i was? Have another treat

[meamiiikiii]

vtuber loop !!!

[reverse entry au? the reverse isekai part of it? tangentially related to this post here, and also the last part of this post too]

[sadcanucksfan]

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What do you remember about that first touchdown?

I just remember scoring and doing the griddy and then Joe pushed me.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[daylighteclipsed]

While Aerith is looking for Zack in Cloud and subconsciously, I think, expecting Cloud to respond to her like Zack, I do think that Tifa also, initially, has her own false expectations about Cloud. Not in the sense that she’s subconsciously expecting him to act like someone else — Tifa is never not looking for Cloud in Cloud. But in the sense that it seems like, initially, Tifa’s subconsciously expecting Cloud to act like he’s a closer friend to her than he is.

Tifa’s hurt at the start of Rebirth when it seems like Cloud’s choosing not to tell her where he’s been for the past five years. She’s hurt by his distrust and doubt that she’s real, and she tells him that maybe she shouldn’t have been so glad to have him back — a callback to Remake when she tells him she’s really glad to have him back the first time Cloud starts dropping his facade (“losing that hard edge”) and shows that he remembers the promise he made to her as kids. Tifa keeps trying to reconnect with Cloud by trying to jog his memory, but it doesn’t work that well. This arguably comes to a head in the Under Junon inn. Tifa and Cloud have a chance to talk privately again and apologize for their words before. But then Tifa brings up Emilio and, regardless of whether you have Cloud answer that he remembers Emilio or not, she launches into a story about seeing Emilio again. And you can hear her growing excited as she speaks, almost like she forgets Cloud was not friends with Emilio, was not friends with her friends growing up, until she notices that Cloud is standing there awkwardly and she realizes… She does not have the old friend in Cloud that she thought she did.

Cloud and Tifa were close when they were very little, but that was a very long time ago. They didn’t hang out as adolescents. Cloud is willing to listen to Tifa’s story because he cares about her — and this is another callback to that same scene in Remake I mentioned before when Cloud first loses his facade; he says if Tifa wants to talk, he’s listening — but he has no personal investment in this story about Emilio. And it’s like Tifa realizes then that she’s got their connection wrong… She’s been trying to jog Cloud’s memory to rekindle a close friendship that never exactly existed. She’s been expecting Cloud to act like her close friend when they were never really that close to begin with — or at least, they haven’t been that close since they were 7-8 years old. That’s not fair to him.

Noticeably, Tifa lets this expectation go, which enables Cloud and Tifa to bond and reconnect organically (and much more successfully) instead. They grow very close when they’re not expected to already be close. And idk I think it’s interesting.

[azu1as]

—a tangcheong reincarnation ficlet set during the shaolin tournament arc 👍

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Part 1 2 3

baek cheon didn't think much of the loud commotion being made in the audience stands as a large family entered the arena.

"huh? what's all that noise over there?" yoon jong voiced out.

the rest of the mount hua disciples turned their heads in the direction yoon jong was pointing at and they watched as people unabashedly stared at the person in the center of the group.

"you missing a cousin or something, samae?" one of the disciples joked.

the man in question looked closer to a tang than he did his own family members who walked beside him. whereas their hair were varying shades of light brown, his was dark and closer to tang soso's own color.

tang soso frowned, narrowing her eyes as she tried to peer at his features which were slightly too far to distinguish properly.

"I don't recall having any cousins in shaolin..." she mutters as yu iseol also tilted her head in question.

the man's gaze sweeped lazily across the arena. even from afar, baek cheon could tell that the man's gaze was contemptuous.

he didn't need to use his qi to enhance his eyesight to know that the gaze that was thrown towards the sect leaders' stand was absolutely scathing.

jo gul scratched his cheek. "he must be the rumored son of the zheng merchant family. see the crest on his robes?"

"what do you know of him?" baek cheon asked. he doesn't really understand why but a part of him felt like he had to be on-guard towards the strange man.

"not much," jo gul winced, "just that he's a bit older than us and that he...mildly poisoned one of the daughters of another family in sichuan."

"..."

they all turned towards tang soso.

"are you sure he's not part-tang or something?" yoon jong asked.

their conversation is abruptly interrupted by loud shouts cheering for shaolin.

the disciples of mount hua shared resolute nods as they began marching forward, letting the praises pouring out from the audience straighten their spines and walk more resolutely.

chung myung seamlessly slipped back into their fold, the money pouches he brought with him noticably emptier than when he had arrived.

it felt as if the cheers for them rang louder than those for shaolin. it was a very ovewhelming feeling and all of them could feel the pressure on their shoulders.

once again, they watch the reliable back of their sajil as chung myung finally sets foot on the stage, gazing up.

the current head of the zheng family was not influenced by the excitement that seemed to radiate from his fellow tournament-goers. rather, his eyes were locked on the face of his elder brother who he had never seen look as emotional as he did now.

there was disbelief on his face. he wore a strange expression which wavered between hope and doubt. unfathomable emotions swam in his eyes.

"ge, is everything alright?" he worriedly asked. "if you wish to leave, we don't have to—"

"no." zheng bo cut him off. "we're staying."

he shared concerned looks with his other siblings, but they silently agreed to let it be.

their eldest brother had always been distant, but he was never unkind to them.

they could never understand where the weight zheng bo seemed to always carry on his shoulders came from, but he never lashed at them.

they had never known zheng bo to be anything other than melancholic, so seeing the way the beginnings of a lively spark enter his eyes...

it was as if they were watching him transform into someone else for a moment.

"hyung...?" zheng bo murmured as he practically threw himself over the railing to get a closer look.

luckily, their youngest sibling, about the same age as the youngest second class disciple of mount hua, managed to pull their eldest brother back by the robe.

"zheng bo, what's gotten into you?" their mother worriedly clutched at him.

a string of incomprehensible muttering escaped zheng bo's lips. "...a descendant? no, he—a wife? no, as if..."

questioning stares were thrown their way from other audience members, but they were quickly distracted by the start of the deciding battle between the two finalists.

it was a battle that no one could have ever expected.

it felt too one-sided and the zheng family, as with the rest of the spectators, found themselves at a complete loss over the practically one-sided battle between shaolin's hye yeon and mount hua's chung myung.

there was heavy and glooming feeling charging the atmosphere. the previous racuous and excited cheers turned into silent feelings of apprehension and confusion.

“this is nothing compared to what mount hua has been through.”

zheng bo let out a pained, heartaching noise.

"ge," the second zheng son started, still lost. "do you know what he's talking about?"

it seemed to him that chung myung was talking about something beyond the prior slow decline of their sect.

zheng bo seemed to be too overcome with his own emotions to answer.

they all turned back their heads to the stage and were graced with the sight of a soft curve of a blade that arched beautifully, tearing apart all the golden winds thrown towards its weilder's way by hye yeon.

"beautiful..." someone in the audience behind them mumbled.

and it truly was a mesmerizing sight to see.

and it became all the more so when plum blossoms pink, an unstoppable multitude, bloomed from chung myung's sword.

tang bo crumpled where he had was standing.

happiness, guilt, and, most of all, /relief/ wrapped themselves around his heart—his heart which, for the longest time, for over three decades, had been hollowed and emptied out of any possible feelings.

"you're here too."

tang bo didn't have to be alone anymore.

[starleska]

brain is still so scrambled from watching The Legend of Ruby Sunday and Empire of Death in cinemas yesterday but...all i can say is. that felt too easy. far too easy. are we willing to bet that Ruby's story is not entirely over, and when she returns in the next season we will be unearthing that? or am i coping?

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[sweetpapercroissant]

[mariocki]

A young Christopher Lee guest stars as dastardly Larry Spence - a rising star in the world of journalism, turned blackmailer and then murderer - in The Vise: The Final Column (1.16, ABC, 1955); the episode wasn't seen in the UK until 1963, as part of ITV drama anthology Tension

[wulfhalls]

love the new url wolf hall truthism

writing achievement of all time by hilary mantel REAL unstoppable sentence construction and word usage and writing style and character exploration and historical detail interwovage and prose and literary repetition and mirroring and reflecting and refracting and WRITING. the most book ever

[rjavenuru]

pretty sure that ain't even his final form... 😝

fuckin shapeshifter

[warriors-as-shit-ive-said]

spottedleaf: i may look calm but i’m secretly trying to explode you with my mind.

[averlym]

@remylong :

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

If you must know one thing about me its that I will not stand for any disrespect against Gonta's intelligence