#farewell inspiration

[astearisms]

but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁

[misspenguinchaos]

Yall are sleeping on the angst potential this fish guy has

[chiropteracupola]

'The Polar bear at Blair Atholl,' 2024.

[the-thorster]

you are playing the lead / the headache that my actions feed

[pushing500]

Goodbye Melissa, LeJeune, Hummel, and Eugenia (and Xerxes the wildebeest)! Mechi threw you a lovely farewell party. He hopes you enjoy your time at Arwell so much that you never come back! <3

Mechi can never turn down a sibling sob story. Hits too close to home. Also, Wetherbee is an adorable name, so that helps.

Probably the only time Mechi has regretted sending people away so quickly. Alas and alack, he will have to be disappointed with this inspiration. Sorry, Mechi.

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[godofthestupid]

her new skin is so akdhdshskaaj

_:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

[soappox]

To wherever it takes you 💫

[im-madam-baby]

I admit, I genuinely liked you. You were once worth every bit of my time, energy, feelings, thoughts, and words. But now, it's no longer the case. Goodbye, with no regrets or lingering attachments.

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade Let us stray till break of day In love's valley of dreams [....] A love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade

-"Moonlight Serenade" comp. by Glenn Miller, lyrics by Mitchell Parish

[harrycosmo]

Fumito Ueda was inspired by… Galaxy Express 999 (1979).

Ueda has cited the Galaxy Express 999 manga series as one of his influences. Watching the film they made in the middle of its run, I could see a lot of Ico and also some Shadow of the Colossus.

It made me think of Gulliver’s Travels, Alice in Wonderland and Firefly as we follow the boy, Tetsuro, visiting different planets. On a planet called Titan, Tetsuro is given a gun by an old woman that turns out to be ‘the only cosmo gun capable of killing machine men’. Ueda's games feature special weapons that are uniquely effective against the antagonists.

Spoilers for the movie ahead!

It prefigures Ghost in the Shell. There's a character called Tochiro who, moments before his death, gets Tetsuro to activate a machine that vaporizes his body and transfers his consciousness into the supercomputer of his best friend's ship, 'Arcadia'. Maetel, one of two Yorda-like figures, explains to Tetsuro, "I am a copy of your mother in her youth. I am a shadow in the form of a human. When I grow old, I get a copy of a new body. That is how I survive through the ages and travel through time." Both Ico and Shadow of the Colossus feature characters whose bodies are vessels for other consciousnesses (Yorda for The Queen and Wander for Dormin). With the line ‘I had become a witch who controlled time’, it actually sounded more like a warning against plastic surgery.

The castle in the movie gets destroyed.

The other Yorda-like figure is Claire whose mother forced her to trade in her body for one made of glass. Her appearance is reminiscent of petrified Yorda and she has a power that makes her glow which she uses not to open Idol Gates but to save Tetsuro from Queen Promethium.

At the end, Maetel says to Tetsuro, ‘From now on, I will be a woman who lives on only in your memories. I will be nothing more than an illusion of your young boy’s heart, a phantom of your youth.’ The lyrics of 'You Were There' for me carry a similar feeling of nostalgia.

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The movie can be watched for free on YouTube.

[unethicallypleistocene]

If you're still willing to take snippets... I'd love to read more about Blake!! He owns my X-Men heart fr <3 <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! Sorry this was the bit late, I was having A Week when you sent this. Writing this really cheered me up today, I genuinely squealed when I finally got the time to write it!

Blake sat in front of the growing fire, wiggling his numb toes. He was feeling the afternoon lull, and the mansion sat suspiciously quiet as its inhabitants settled in to finish homework or curl up with a hot drink in the October chill. The wind gently jostled desiccated leaves from their trees, both parties bidding farewell as the sky grew a contented, cloudy gray. He found himself inside more often as the weather turned, preferring the constant dullness of his senses to the sharp emptiness that accompanied every journey through a dormant landscape. He shifted himself with great effort to pluck his guitar from the side of his chair, and felt the familiar divots of the uneven wood. Blake had little effect on organic material that was technically dead, but he had caught himself slightly warping the soundboard in sporadic times of extreme distress. He experimentally plucked the catgut strings, a small touch that Charles had picked up from a secondhand shop. Metal or nylon simply felt too foreign. He heaved himself out of his chair and ran a finger across the spines of the numerous hardcovers that lined the shelves of the study, all cloth-bound and varying fascinatingly in height and color. His hand was skirting across the spine of a Robert Burns collection when Kurt appeared directly in front of him. Blake knew he should be well-used to it by now, but he couldn't help but start and let out a small yelp.

"Blake! I was wondering where- ach! I hope I didn't disturb you." "No, no, I wasn't doing much, anyway." "Looking for more poems?" Kurt asked, noticing the small pile of books that Blake had accumulated on the coffee table from the past week. "Not like I'm starved for choice, I just... I'm feeling uninspired." "You could always try something in German," said Kurt, waggling his eyebrows. "I can live without your constructive criticism, Kurt," he replied lightly, recalling a past attempt to read untranslated Goethe out loud, to Kurt's immense amusement. "I tried to be nice," he giggled, "but now you know how it feels. The uh... mouth-feel can be hard." "But German is so- sharp. I had to hack around the syllables." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ah, because English is so gentle." Blake absentmindedly strummed a G chord. "You're not wrong." At that, Kurt determinedly sat and crossed his legs on the carpet. "I'm never wrong. So, I think you must pick a poem at random and sing it for me." Blake sputtered. "You know it takes me hours to come up with the melodies!" "Come on, you need this! A challenge! Sing for me, bitte." Blake huffed, marching back to the bookshelf and yanking out The Iliad without looking. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Kurt's tail curled in merriment. "We'll be here for a while." Blake strummed a few harsh chords in reply.

[heaven-is-in-your-arms-series]

Farewell My Concubine

The Peking / Beijing Opera which inspired a film of the same name starring the late great Leslie Cheung.

Leslie Cheung in the film Farewell My Concubine.

[breakfastteatime]

...Is it weird that I am a teeny tiny bit more excited for The Art of Star Wars Jedi: Survivor than I am about FFVII: Rebirth? Because I am.

[l-0puko]

Neverland, my love, I bid you farewell now And I'm free falling. (c) Farewell, Neverland

Happy 4 years with TXT!!!

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Rosario, Antonio and José from the film Colegas. Antonio is in a casket, while the other two hug the side of it. They both look at his face mournfully with their faces turned towards the casket's walls. Three teardrops fall down both of their cheeks. Antonio is laying flat, hands arranged over his abdomen and his eyes closed. His skin is lifeless, and there's a bloody bullet hole in his chest. He's wearing, as are the other two, the last outfit he wore prior to his death. They have blood stains in the same position on their chests, but no wounds. Their hands are also stained red. Rosario reaches one hand towards his wound, while her other arm is trapped behind the casket. Meanwhile, José's hand is angled away, but his other arm stretches to the top of the casket. Each of them have one leg up over it. The background is a very light brown, and the style uses a lot of heavy shading in its lineart.]

lejos de aquí

[apples-stables]

... and in case I don't see ya - good afternoon, good evening, and good night <3