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urtrickster · 1 year ago
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glassrunner · 1 day ago
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"Sometimes, taking a leap forward means... leaving a few things behind."
POWDER IN THE UNIVERSE WITHOUT HEXTECH | ARCANE S02E07
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deputyrook · 4 months ago
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-> Be My Victim: Favourite depictions of love/romance in horror [Candyman, 1992; Midsommar 2019; Silence of the Lambs, 1991; Possession, 1981; Bones and All, 2022; Annihilation, 2018; Raw, 2016; Ravenous, 1999]
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thechills · 2 years ago
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A QUICK GUIDE TO TRANSCENDENTAL HORROR
the ecstasy of the agony by sean t collins / annihilation (2018) / apostle (2018)  martyrs (2008) / jennifer’s body (2009) / the vvitch (2015)
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azfellandco · 1 year ago
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It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.
And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.
And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.
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lomlompurim · 4 months ago
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Found an old lesbingqiu doodle in my gallery
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ryllen · 8 months ago
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a true powerful leader, that aims 'to-protect', and never 'to-be-protected' in the first place
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thegreatyin · 7 months ago
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ffxiv as a whole is like a ghibli movie. not in the way people usually describe ghibli movies like they're just peaceful and cozy and light-hearted but like. in the way it's a post-apocalyptic world and an active apocalypse story on like a dozen different levels and it's also all about society rebuilding after the apocalypse never quite reclaiming what it used to be but making something new all the same. and also it's about how gay catboys are equivalent to nuclear missiles
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blank-barrel · 7 months ago
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Another Faust post (featuring color 3).
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ivyithink · 4 months ago
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some doodles because iwtv brainrot continues strong as ever
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kingcrustable · 6 months ago
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i love you twisted retellings i love you stories within stories i love you unreliable narrators i love you mockumentaries i love you dramatizations i love you prose of carnage and war i love you cosmic horror upon Earth i love you doppelgängers i love you tales so graphic they cannot be retold in other forms of media
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kookoofufu · 1 year ago
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Oda is a good writer with good ideas. But sometimes he's a good writer with bad ideas, and I hate/love it because he'll introduce a concept like "sanji is a secret crime prince" which I think is objectively Lame As Hell but then he'll explore sanji's abusive childhood and feelings of worthlessness and have sanji list all the reasons he thinks he's terrible and unimportant and undeserving of love which luffy genuinely can't comprehend because sanji that's what makes you you and i love you and you're wonderful and i'm just sitting there tears in my eyes like
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crocrubies · 4 months ago
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stitch by stitch
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notthecity · 2 years ago
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if you don’t love me at my mania then you don’t deserve me at my so much (for) stardust
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eldstunga · 8 months ago
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"One day soon, Tem, we're going to be rich as kings, and live in palaces like the merchant princes!" Temerity and @hexdrawsthings' Kili - older piece I rediscovered
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onlysoftly · 5 months ago
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okay but what if - and hang with me here - you left me to go explore an incomprehensible landscape and what if you returned to me, a shell of yourself before dying, and what if i followed you into that landscape, for all but you, for only my own selfish reasons, and what if i saw you there, in the eye of a dolphin, and what if i, on and island, found you there as and owl and what if i fed you mice and you caught me rabbits, and what if, after thirty years, i discovered you there, dead, in the forest. what then? what would i be to say? that i did not miss you?
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