#1 + 5 & 7 by me

[cidnangarlond]

[hiseyeisonthesparrow]

[through gritted teeth, with fists clenched]

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, when you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, COUNT YOUR MANY BLESSINGS, NAME THEM ONE BY ONE, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE-

[darkdragon768]

Various doodles of the Dorito Twins.

I just like to play with them like dolls and put them into situations.

[rockpaperscissuhs]

BAND OF BROTHERS: EPISODE ONE + my favorite closeup shots

[bellarke]

TEN YEARS OF THE 100 ➥ favorite character ▶ bellamy blake [template] [template]

[formulanni]

[ravewing]

what order did you guys read the wof books in? i've literally never met ANYONE who read them in order

[01navi-ss]

ok where y’all sitting

[ivanttakethis]

More color theory stuff that’s been on my mind…

Mizi and Ivan are both wearing black in their first rounds:

Here, the color black represents stability and the status quo. They go along with what is laid out for them.

Round 1 and Round 3 proceed mostly as they’re expected to. Nothing out of the ordinary (for the audience, not the contestants).

Then everything goes to hell in Round 5 and Round 6 when they transition to wearing white.

The color white represents a loss of control, both internal and external.

Mizi loses control and attacks Luka during Round 5. Ivan loses control and throws his round when he likely would have won.

But the aliens also lose control of their pets. Mizi is quite literally out of their control because she was rescued by the rebels, and Ivan — the ever obedient one of the group — purposefully broke the competition’s rules to save Till.

However, you could also view this as Mizi and Ivan taking back some small amount of control over their lives and actions from the aliens.

This interpretation works with Sua as well. She took control over her life by choosing to sacrifice herself for Mizi.

Sua was the catalyst for everything that came after. Every deviation from the norm was because of what she did.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that her death, while wearing white, signaled a shift in the story and that each major shift that occurred after was instigated by a character wearing white.

Her only being depicted in white and not black says to me that she knew she was going to take back control of her life before Round 1 even started.

She was never going to play by the rules.

Unlike Mizi and Ivan, Till’s transition happens in reverse:

In Round 2, he’s is loud and rebellious while wearing white.

He goes off script, not allowing his opponent to sing, and smashes Freddy to pieces in front of everyone.

The aliens can’t lose control of Till because they never had it in the first place. He’s always fought to keep a piece of himself.

But that all changes after Round 5.

Mizi is gone. Possibly dead.

The aliens have broken him down and hollowed him out into a shell of his former self. He submits more and more, no longer wanting to fight. Having nothing to fight for.

They’ve finally tamed him.

Till is far more subdued in Round 6, from his voice to his demeanor to his outfit.

He’s wearing black. The bright red from his Round 2 outfit is also darker this time, and less prominent.

Everything about his image is dulled, like a light has been dimmed. The transition from white to black exemplifies this as well.

He’s giving into the status quo that the color black represents.

By darkening Till’s image, the aliens are suppressing who he is as a person. They’ve sucked out all of the light and life within him.

Now Till has a choice: Continue down the path the aliens have laid out for him, or follow in the footsteps of his friends?

[wyvernity]

wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP

[flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop]

The overwhelming enthusiasm for episode 7 from all of us lesbians shows that maybe our issues with episode 6 was never about the lack of Agathario, but moreso with the focus on a dude in a show that should be centered on the women.

[call-me-copycat]

Did I hear right? They animated my favorite manga panel?! (　･`ω･´)✨

This is great! This is amazing! I'm so happy right now!

[wifeyoozi]

Today's edition of ceecee's woozi collections 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[plusultraetc]

"If you're going, I will too."

[moonylouwho]

something i really do love about weekly releases for episodes is that once an episode has aired, there’s immediately different fanfics written on how people think the next episode will go.

it’s something i don’t think is quite allowed for shows that release all at once, because all of the material is just given to you.

with weekly releases we can speculate on the shooting, the tsunami, the cruise ship, buck coming out, any near-death experience�� endless amounts of opportunities for the most unique (and sometimes better than canon) plot lines.

i will forever be thankful for weekly releases.

[queerdiazs]

coax the cold right out of me | 2.6k, teen

fill for @badthingshappenbingo—exposure

“You know,” Eddie begins, running his fingers through Buck’s damp, frizzy curls, “when I booked this cabin for the weekend, I had plans for us to fuck real nasty by the fire.”   Buck laughs—an ugly, congested noise that sounds like it hurts when it gets caught in his chest—and tips his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze in the low light of the blazing fire. His big blue eyes are puffy and his cheeks are red, hot by the fire and chapped by the wind; he looks like a kid, almost, sitting on the floor and wrapped tight in a large, black fleece blanket with nothing beneath except a pair of boxers and fuzzy socks.  “Well,” Buck croaks, “we’re still by the fire, at least.”  Eddie smiles. “Mhm.” He smooths his hand across Buck’s warm cheeks and taps his chin. “And yet there’s a startling lack of fucking going on.”  “I can’t help it.”  “You could’ve actually.” He sighs and sits down behind Buck, scooting forward until he has Buck between his legs and bracketed by his thighs. It’s just as much to help Buck warm up as it is to hold him close. “I told you not to step on that log. I said, ‘Hey, Buck, don’t step on that log. It’s rotten and you’ll go straight through and fall in the water.’” He pulls the corner of the blanket down and kisses the top of Buck’s bare shoulder. “And what did you do?”  “I stepped on it,” Buck says, quietly.  “What else?”  “And fell in.”  Eddie wraps his arms around Buck, squeezing him tight. “And?” he prompts, delighting in the smell of Buck’s warm skin, a mix of eucalyptus and vanilla and mint and, faintly, rose. It’s them, a swirled mixture that makes his tummy sparkly and warm. Even the cold, half-frozen river couldn’t wash it away.  Buck drops his head back to lay on Eddie’s shoulder. “And,” he starts, put-upon and a little sour, “you had to save me.” 

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