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pinkrasberryfish · 2 years ago
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The Pointe of Love ---> Chapter 12 of my ballet Elriel & Nessian fic just posted! 
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43076520/chapters/116201599 
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anders-hawke · 2 years ago
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only like 17 pages to go in the all things revamp!
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reconstructwriter · 6 months ago
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thelaithlyworm · 2 years ago
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[ID Mid-shot of Zhang Qiling holding onto a chain with one hand and swinging over an abyss. End ID]
Chapters: 17/? Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei, 盗墓笔记 | Time Raiders (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie & The Writer (Time Raiders) Characters: Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling, The Writer (Time Raiders) Additional Tags: Meta, Literary Theory, Embedded Images, Don't Have to Know Canon, Image Captions Series: Part 5 of DMBJ Meta Summary:
Time Raiders|盗墓笔记 (2016) is a Big Dumb Action Movie that I would describe to Western viewers as ‘Indiana Jones-esque’, full of large spectacle, broad humour, and cheesy one-liners. I sure do enjoy it as a Big Dumb Movie. (How does Zhang Qiling’s rotating sword even work? I don’t know and I don’t need to.) It’s great popcorn viewing.
But some stories, even Big Dumb Movies - sometimes especially Big Dumb Movies - can have a lot of interesting stuff going on in the visuals, the music, and other content not explicitly voiced by the characters. The creators of Time Raiders put a lot of effort into filming mirrors in clever ways and use visual juxtapositions at high-emotion parts of the story.
This is a survey more than an analysis - I don’t think I understand the intended use of the motif enough to give definitive thoughts on what the creators meant in a particular visual. But they’re fun to explore, so that’s what I’m doing.
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Chapter 17: The Grand Marquee 1 - Enter the Players
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ciderjacks · 5 months ago
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contracts written in blood
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buggachat · 8 months ago
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Part 183 of my bakery “enemies” au!
I'M BACK AND READY FOR DAILY UPLOADS!!!
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hunxi-after-hours · 4 months ago
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"If rest becomes a form of recovery from work, as is the case today, it loses its specific ontological value. It no longer represents an independent, higher form of existence and degenerates into a derivative of work. Today's compulsion of production perpetuates work and thus eliminates that sacred silence. Life becomes entirely profane, desecrated."
—Han Byung-Chul, The Disappearance of Rituals (trans. Daniel Steuer)
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anna-scribbles · 2 months ago
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emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀
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chloesimaginationthings · 3 months ago
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FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues
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kimikaami · 5 months ago
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The funniest thing about House MD to me is that all the shippers are right. House and Wilson really are just Like That. I'm so used to big ships being completely noncanon or distant subtext at best. Not Hilson. They have a fake dating episode. In the episode where House mocks a gay man for being in denial, the multi-episode-long subplot is about him trying to break up Wilson's relationship because he's jealous and wants him to himself. Wilson, his best friend and person whom he lives with. This show is insane.
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lenny-link · 5 months ago
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hansoeii · 1 year ago
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It's about who.
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egophiliac · 5 months ago
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tsum events really are just the best, huh
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moondirti · 5 months ago
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MDNI. dubcon. objectification. degradation. humiliation. guys being gross. female reader. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. brief aftercare. an absurd amount of filth for something so short.
price helping you get over your fear of humiliation by inviting the guys over and prying your pussy open for them, half-slouched on his lap with your legs held up in the air :( they’re so mean about it, too. cooing condescending compliments, curling their nasty hands around your jaw to keep your head in place as they pet your most vulnerable places, like you’re the winning pup at a dog show and not a whole human—entitled to any boundary you set, regardless of how your husband feels.
they pay no heed to your protests, though. actually, the men avoid addressing you at all. rather, all their personal, invasive questions are directed to price, who answers them with his own self-satisfied grin.
‘keeps clenchin’ around nothing, desperate thing. hole this willing deserves to be gaped. how often d'you stuff her?’ depends on if she's been good.
‘fookin’ drooched, cap. does she taste as guid as she looks?’ mm, better. smells like nectar too. take a whiff, son. don’ wash my beard afterward on the occasion, jus to keep her under my nose.
‘think i can thaw a winter’s worth of ice with this cunt alone. heat’s practically radiating off ‘er. pathetic slut.’ y’should see how much worse it gets after a good beating, lieutenant. swells up, and damn well sears my palm.
and of course they take it upon themselves to test the validity of his answers. kyle works four fingers into you, then his thumb, stretching you open for his probing, angling your hips up to the light so that your insides are illuminated for his curious eye. if price didn’t have his rough hands anchored to the underside of your knees, you would have kicked his prized sergeant off.
embarrassment washes your neck in warmth, lashes droopy with fat tears. all your husband does to comfort you is place a scratchy kiss to your shoulder, soft hushes tickling your skin.
then, soap intercedes to shove his nose to your mons. he doesn’t just take a whiff — rather, he sucks in the sweet-sour tang your slick provides, testing it in both scent and taste. his hot tongue laves over where kyle’s fingers had been, incisors nibbling at the ripe bud of your clit. mortifying pleasure sinks low, sloshing in your belly’s bed. though you did not expect him to be, he isn’t modest about it. soap presses completely into your pussy, muzzle lacquered with wetness that rivals yours.
your whimpers devolve into moans. loud, a little unhinged. you’ve always played at dressing them up around price, worried that he’d turn away if your face screwed too tight, or your pleasure made itself known beyond what directly serves him. it’s exactly the habit that got you into this mess; and as you lose yourself to the scene, you can feel his delight blossoming against your back.
ghost scares you the most. he lets you have your orgasm, towering behind the man between your legs, but does not let him revel in it, yanking him back by his mohawk at the first twitch of your toes. in the fervour, you have hard time remembering what you should expect. especially when he doesn’t get to it immediately, wiping the gloss off your plush cunt. his callouses rash you, gritty, abrading the soft surface of your skin. it is only when you wince do his eyes crinkle in a manner cruel enough to evoke what’s to come.
but it’s too late to prime yourself. his hand flies back, coming back twice as fast to strike dead centre between your legs. it hurts. hurts so much more than it ever has before, your body unused to unrestrained strength. you scream, throat mangling around the rough cut of it, fighting wildly against price until you manage to escape his hold. immediately, instead of running away, you twist backwards, burying your face into his neck, calming yourself by taking deep breaths of his cologne. something heady — leather, tobacco, sandalwood — bridges the synapses in your brain, numbs the pain, if only a little.
“shhh, little one. you’re alright. it’s okay. doing so good for us.” he soothes, rubbing your sweaty back. the world narrows to just you and him, his men reduced to mere afterthoughts. to be dealt with later — though you doubt the conversation will be anywhere near reprimanding, more likely to end with a bottle of scotch split between four, approving slaps to the captain’s back, than it ever will in your defence.
“n-ne- never a-ga…”
“come, now. let’s not be brash, mm. i promised them a pump each. ‘n’ what kind of host would i be if i didn’t make good on that?”
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puppyeared · 1 year ago
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learned something about myself lately
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xxplastic-cubexx · 25 days ago
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alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore
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