#IT atticus

[ultimate-good-dog]

Preliminary rounds 8

[pumpkinlass]

Expectation vs. Reality of playing Crow Rook

Atticus De Riva my beloved - please stop missing all your jumps.

[thehopefulquotes]

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Atticus

[mournfulroses]

Atticus, from a poem featured in The Dark Between Stars: Poems published in 2018

[sixohsixoheightfourtwo]

Then Guadagnino brought them Challengers, due for worldwide release in April. Reznor said, “He started us down a path, saying, ‘What if it was very loud techno music through the whole film?’” (This is exactly what it turned out to be.) “I wish I had his notes,” Ross said of Guadagnino. “His notes were so fucking funny on what each piece was meant to do.” “Oh, yeah,” Reznor said. “‘Unending homoerotic desire.’ It was all a variation on those three words.”

Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross have a plan to soundtrack everything, GQ, april 2024

[squidinu]

moth ma’am

[h0ly-cr0w]

so sharpen your teeth, tell yourself that its just business

[dilfgifs]

CHRIS CARMACK Grey's Anatomy 17.03 "My Happy Ending"

[perfectquote]

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Atticus

[askyea-poesy]

We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick.

Atticus

[yams-here]

[pumpkinlass]

Nothing to see here; just a pair of narrative foils

[floatyflowers]

Dark Atticus Finch x Reader

You tried to pack your bags in the dead of night, hands trembling as you shoved clothes into your suitcase as quietly as possible.

Every creak of the floorboards felt like a scream in the silence of the house.

And you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even though you’d made sure Atticus was asleep in the other room.

The past few months had been suffocating; his calm, reassuring demeanor had shifted into something far darker.

His insistence on knowing where you were at all times, who you spoke to, and why you needed anyone else besides him.

What had started as a protective concern had grown into chains, locking you into a life that wasn’t yours.

He’d always framed his possessiveness as love, but you could see the cracks now, the way his soft words carried unspoken threats of what will happen if you leave, the way his sharp eyes followed you even in the most mundane of moments.

As you zipped the suitcase, you felt a shadow fall over you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to see Atticus standing in the doorway, his face obscured by the dim light, but his voice calm and terrifyingly composed.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice laced with quiet authority that sent chills down your spine.

His presence filled the room, and suddenly, you realized how futile this attempt was.

You weren’t just leaving a house, you were trying to escape a man who saw you as his world, and he wasn’t going to let that world slip away so easily.

"I have made my decision, I'm going to leave."

"And the children?" Atticus asks.

"I will visit them...you are a good father, a good honourable lawyer, but you are not a good husband to me, Atticus."

He stood there, silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze fixed on you, calculating.

The faint glimmer of sadness in his eyes was overshadowed by something else, something darker.

“You’ve thought this through,” he said finally, his voice even and measured, as if discussing a client’s case.

But the way he stepped closer, his broad frame blocking the doorway, made your heart race with unease.

“I understand your grievances. Truly, I do. But have you thought about what this would mean? For Scout and Jem? For the family we’ve built? For you?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, even as your knees felt weak.

“I’ve thought of everything, Atticus. I’ve endured everything, this isn’t a decision I’ve made lightly.” Your voice wavered, but you pressed on.

“The children will adjust, and so will you, this isn’t healthy, Ican’t live like this anymore.”

He tilted his head slightly, his hands resting in his pockets with a deceptive casualness.

“And what do you think is waiting for you out there?” he asked, his voice low but laced with something chilling.

“Do you think the world is kinder than me? Safer? Do you think you’ll find someone who knows you as I do, someone who will fight for you, protect you, love you as I do?”

His words, though spoken softly, struck with the weight of a hammer, and you felt a lump rising in your throat.

“This isn’t love, Atticus,” you said, forcing the words out.

“It’s control and it's suffocating.”

For a moment, his mask slipped, and you saw the raw desperation beneath.

But just as quickly, the mask was back. He stepped closer still, his shadow looming over you, his voice dropping to an almost whisper.

“You think you can leave me, but you underestimate me, darling?"

He whispers out the question.

"You see, I’ve already made my decision too. You can be upset, you can cry, you can hate me if you must, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His hand reached out, gentle yet powerful, as he brushed a stray hair from your face.

“You are my wife. And I will not let you ruin this family. Not for yourself. Not for anyone else.”

[pommedepersephone]

The final song in Queer is "Vaster Than Empires", which draws its lyrics from William S. Burroughs' final journal entry.

As a long time Reznor & Ross fangirl, I find all of their film scores compelling. But THIS song is a gorgeous composition that I cannot stop listening to. From the GQ interview with Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross about scoring Queer -

Anyway, like every other part of this film, the score is amazing and you should absolutely go take a listen to the full thing.

[pam3pr]

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