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Son of Gondor
#kodasea#art#own art#artists on tumblr#2022 art#procreate art#digital artwork#my fanart#lord of the rings#boromir#lord of the rings fanart#I get so emotional over this guy#There's a lot of reasons why Fellowship is my favorite of the movies and Boromir is chief among them#The desperation to save your people#The pressure of knowing you're the favorite of your weak and crumbling father#The one other guy in your company who is a human has no connection to your people and would rather do anything than go near your city#A city literally on the doorstep to hell#Anyway yeah I love this guy. So imperfect in all the right human ways
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i genuinely dont care if the creation of all media comes to a screeching halt btw i will very gladly live with no new movies no new tv shows no new anything for years if that's what it takes for the people who create them to be treated like human beings. i hope every other facet of the entertainment industry goes on strike too and i hope all the ones that havent unionised yet will. i want media creation to become completely impossible and i want the people who could make it possible again to hold out until they get every single thing they want. btw
#PLEEEASE ESPECIALLY CGI ARTISTS. UNIONISEEE#you guys are literally the only thing holding hollywood together and you're treated So badly#the mcu would literally crumble if you quit working for even like. a week#sag aftra#sag aftra strike#writer's strike#wga strike
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YEEWAH you know i've been COUNTING days. i have waited like a month from 1st of march till 1st of april and uhhh april fool myself how tf did i win luocha e1 by accident?? ToT i mean im still so sad. 11 days to go we're all mad. btw can u, pls, like, share ur crumbles about aventurine, im starvin'
sigh... fine, I'll have mercy on the starved aventurine nation. I quickly cooked something up for y'all. not related to the bigger aventurine piece I promised. just something to keep you waiting.
nsfw
word count: ~ 500
gn!reader x aventurine

“Yes, I understand.” Aventurine knew how to keep a facade, how to hide his true intentions and inner thoughts, he could even say that it came effortlessly to him. Yet days like these made him question that fact about himself. Frankly, you were the one that made him question many things about himself.
He bit his lips, it would be the death of him if he were to let a single moan escape his throat during a business call. You on the other hand enjoyed your role thoroughly, sucking his throbbing cock under the cozy blanket as the warm rays of sunlight enveloped both your and Aventurine's body. The hand that was previously only casually playing with your hair now pulled it roughly, shoving your face down fully onto his cock until he could feel it reach the back of your throat, perhaps to shut down your pitiful whines.
And to just think how you got here, bothering him so early in the morning. Though you had to point out, he does look far less bored than he did just minutes ago. You would refer to your involvement as a blessing rather than a curse. After all, you couldn't resist the sight of your lover's exposed stomach, the sun kissed skin reflecting light so beautifully, so you rolled over and laid your head down onto it. It just escalated from there…
“Mgh…” You tried to protest, yet his grip was strong, or rather desperate to keep you in place. “Alright, we can schedule that interview for today.” His words came out more hoarse then he expected them to, but he just sucked it up and bit his lips again as a safe measure.
Just a few seconds passed before a choked ‘goodbye’ slipped from Aventurine's swollen lips, after which he ended the call almost immediately.
“Fuck…” Oh, if his clients were to see him right now, lips harsh red and swollen, hair in shambles and his whole face coated in sweat, it would be quite a show. He let go of your hair, now thrusting in instead of trying to stop you. Expectantly, it took only a few thrusts before his member erupted, spilling his warm, thick essence over your face and down your throat as his thighs squeezed your head, holding it in place. His breath hitched, his voice completely free now that he was only with you. He really did feel most free with you.
You pulled out eventually, admiring your work before setting your head back down onto his stomach, feeling how his chest would rise and fall with each heavy breath. This must have been heaven for Aventurine.
He too laid his head back down onto his pillow, free hand finding itself entangled yet again in your hair. “Mmm… that was an important call, you know?” He whispered, tranquility setting in.
“You don't mind.” You whispered back.
“I don't.” He concluded.

#literal crumbles#hsr#replies#hsr x reader#aventurine x reader#aventurine x gn reader#aventurine x male reader#aventurine x amab reader#archive#own writing
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Undead Galaxy
So! Within the Ghost Zone, there exists a Lair unlike any other.
To a Ghost, a Lair is supposed to be an integral part of their Existence. When a Ghost Builds their Lair, they take a part of the Ghost Zone Itself and mold it into a Realm of their own, transforming it into a reflection of their Core.
As such, a Lair usually matches the personality, and more importantly the Obsessions, of the Ghost it was created by. It is meant to be the Eternal Home of the one who built it, a place to spend the rest of their eternal unlife, and as such it needs to be able to fulfill the Ghosts Obsessions.
Think of Skulkers Lair, an Island Jungle filled to the brim with Monsters and Beasts of all sorts, ready and waiting to be hunted down and skinned. The perfect home for a ghost with an Obsession based on Hunting.
Some take this a step farther, like the Ancients (which is just another name used for Gods in the Zone), who transform their Lairs into Entirely Seperate Afterlives for others to inhabit. Hades, Osiris, the Demon Lords of the various Hells, they all took this approach.
But there is a problem. For beings like God's, who are sustained by Worship, what would happen if their world were to die? If the planet their people resided on were to be hit by an asteroid, or blown up by an Alien warlord?
A God without its worship would Fade, and as such the Afterlife they used to maintain would fall apart as well. The Millions of Souls who trusted that God to protect them in death would be left to the mercy of the Void between Afterlives. Somebody decided that they didn't like that, and stepped in.
Within the Ghost Zone exists a Galaxy.
A Galaxy where all the souls and Afterlives of worlds that have died continue to exist. Worlds that were destroyed by a cataclysmic War that resulted in both sides dying, by unstable Mining Practices destabilize the Core, by a Psychic Virus that wiped out all life on Planet leaving a baren husk.
When their populations died, and the Gods who maintained their afterlives would have faded, they were saved by another and brought into his Lair.
The Ghost King, Phantom.
He was a spirit with two simple Obsessions. The Protection of others, and the Majesty of Space.
But there was no Space in the Ghost Zone, only the Infinite void. So he made his own. He constructed a Lair of incredible size, decorating it with Stars and Planets and Supernova and Nebula. He recreated the Majesty of the Space he adored, and the invited the wandering souls of dead worlds to enjoy it with him.
He gave them planets of their own within the Unliving Galaxy. All the souls of crumpled afterlives wandering the Ghost Zone were allowed to recreate it again, to find eachother and build their communities again.
With this he could fulfill both of his Obsessions at the same time, and he would he doing his duty as their king by helping his subjects.
He saw it as an absolute win.
...
They had been trapped in this strange dimension for days now.
Nobody had any idea how they ended up there. Clark had just fallen asleep, Diana was training, Hal was on patrol. Even J'onn himself was on Moniter Duty, when the next thing he knew they were all waking up on a floating purple rock in a Lazarus green void.
Thankfully Constantine that had been dragged alongside him when J'onn when he was taken, and managed to explain that they were in some kind of void in-between the afterlives.
"The Ghost Zone" "The Unending End" "The Collective Dead", it went by many names apparently. The most famous name for it was "The Infinite Realms", named for the way the infinite souls residing there would build their own personal Realms, or Lairs, to spend eternity in.
Not even he knew how they had ended up there. Constantine was confident that they hadn't died recently (the fact they needed to use "recently" was a sad thought), so it wasn't the old fashioned way at the very least.
Still, they needed to get moving. This place was dangerous and they didn't want to stay in one place for too long.
After days of traveling across the strange void (had they even eaten since they arrived there?) Constantine finally caught a hint of something. There was a draw on them, pulling them towards a specific direction. They had been unconsciously following it for days now, and now that they knew what they were doing they soldiered on even faster. If there were answers wherever they were being drawn, they would find them.
Once it came into view, it was obvious what had been calling to them this entire time. It was massive.
Spanning across the endless horizon, they could see something that looked like a Galaxy spanning in front of them. From their position on a floating island, they could see it in all its glory. Contrasting the green they had become accustomed to, the Galaxy swirled in a variety of Bright Blues and Deep Purples, with multicolored stars shining so brightly they stood out even as far as they were from it.
It took all their breaths away, and J'onn would admit to having stood there staring for longer than he should have. It was just so starkly different than anything he had seen thus far in this dimension of greens and purples.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
In an Instant their weapons were drawn and fighting stances set, facing the person who had appeared in their midst.
He was a young man, seemingly in his early 20's, with snow white hair and Lazarus green eyes. Above his head sat a crown glowing the same color as the galaxy spanning in front of them. They all knew instantly that this man was connected to it on a deep level.
"Who are you" Asked Diana. Her thoughts were filled with theat assessments and carefulness. She thought he was strong.
"Oh, my name is Phantom." He replied, "Sorry for startling you, this is one of my favorite spots to stargaze and I forgot that normal people usually can't see me when I zone out like that."
"What is that?" Clark asked, pointing to the Galactic Structure on the horizon. He was curious. The man before they didn't act hostile, so he had decided to match his energy.
"Oh, that's my Galaxy. Like it?" He asked excitedly, "Took me ages to get it looking just right, but I'm so proud of the results."
"Do you know why we are here?" Asked Hal, his mind was swimming with worry over his Sector of space. He had been taken while patrolling it. He wanted to get back quickly.
"I didn't bring you here, if that's what you're asking." He replied evenly, "But I know who did. They wanted to see you again, but with their Realms crumbled and their people scattered, they never had the chance. Now they do, and they wanted to say hello again. Sorry about the long journey, they messed up the Summoning process and you ended up a bit farther than intended."
"Who summoned us?" Asked Constantine warily. His thoughts were full of the various demons and gods he knew inhabited these Realms. He was worried.
"Well, You, accidently got dragged along through proximity, sorry." He apologized to the magician, "But as for the rest of you? Well, you'll just have to wait and see for yourselves. Trust me, it'll be a welcome surprise."
"Can you tell us where can we find the ones who summoned us?" Asked J'onn finally. He was curious, and wary, of who had decided to pull them into this dimension. But if the man before them was being truthful, then he wanted to meet them.
"Just keep following that pulling sensation that brought you here, you'll find them." He said, "I'll stay here for a while longer though. Just want to stargaze a bit more."
They left him on the island and kept going.
As the approached the Galaxy, it dawned on them how truly massive the realm in front of them was. Hal confirmed that it wasn't as big as a real one, but even he was in awe at its size.
As they drew closer is quickly became apparent that they were being drawn in different directions. After a quick discussion they decided it was best to split up.
J'onn approached the Planet he was being drawn to, and realized very quickly that it very closely resembled his old homeworld, Mars. The Red Sands, the Rocky Terrain, the two Moons that could be seen orbiting the planet, all of it seemed tailor made to resurface memories of his destroyed home.
It took all of a second for all of it to come together in his head.
The allusions Phantom had made to his summoners missing him. The resemblance to his old Homeworld. The fact he was currently in a version of the Afterlife.
As he made the connection in his head, he felt another two connections form. Ones he had not felt in the the Centuries since he had lost them.
"Hello, J'onn."
"...M'yri'ah..." His wife.
"Hi dad."
"...K'hym..." His Daughter.
It took nearly a full minute before his mind calmed enough to send them a response. It was a Whirlwind of wild thoughts, fear of this being a trick, and above all hope that it was real.
Eventually, he finally managed a response.
"I missed you."
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Danny is the Ghost King#Ghost King Danny#Danny built his own Galaxy#Lairs are much more important than people realize#They are custom made to cater to the Obsessions of their creators#And are literally a reflection of their Souls/Cores#A Lair is a Realm of its own#That's why another name for the Ghost Zone is “The Infinite Realms”#Every Ghost has their own Realm and there are Infinite Ghosts. Therefore “Infinite Realms”#Afterlives are actually the Lairs of Gods who live in the Ghost Zone which they turned into communities of their own#But when the people who worship that God die out the God dies as well and their Lair crumbles#So Danny created a place where they could go to after their Afterlife crumbled#He created a Galaxy to feed his Space Obsession and a Refuge to feed his Protection Obsession#The JLA was summoned by their loved ones after they got their afterlives back#Diana is there cause the Amazon Afterlife is run by Pandora who Danny invited to live in his Galaxy#Hal was summoned by the world's he failed to save so they could tha k him for trying and to give him closure#Maybe the other GL's are also summoned#Constantine was literally just dragged along by accident when he was leaning on J'onn's chair on the Watchtower#He is so done
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on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.
Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.
Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.
Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.
There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.
#svsss#luo binghe#svsss au#scum villain#scum villian self saving system#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#disciple shen yuan#lbh. visibly exhausted and with twitchy eyes: im fine :) | everyone else: ho no the fuck you ARENT.#SQQ was hysterical not because he found out LBH was half-demon but bc he was having a long-awaited mental breakdown over his autonomy :)#or (limited) lack thereof. he was having a sudden onset crisis of mortality and was handling at quite literally the WORST time. oops#im thinking very hard that LBH would never push his disciple into the abyss especially with no system to force him to. so SQQ either#had to goad him into it (failing always) or throw himself in. he ended up doing it himself but not before some very impressive hysterics.#BUT ALSO. IF THIS HAD BEEN WHERE SQQ WAS THE HALF-HEAVENLY DEMON INSTEAD IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO GREAT.#and by great i mean horribly angsty bc SQQ is NOT doing too hot and has. in very SY-like fashion. convinced himself that LBH will kill him#when he finds out he's a demon. so when it comes out i have this mental image of him lunging at LBH and LBH flinches back. but SQQ wraps hi#hands around the blade of Zheng Yang and yanks it up so the tip of the blade is digging into his chest where is heart is. LBH can't yank th#sword away without risking slicing into SQQ's hands. SQQ's hair has fallen out of its tail/bun and is now messily spilling down his#back and its NO helping the kinda deranged look he has going on. he's visibly shaking and his eyes keep flittering away and back at LBH's#face. SQQ is looking at the messages from the system warning him that he has to go into the abyss or punishment will occur. he's like.#rambling though. talking about how shizun doesn't *like* unclean things and there is nothing more unclean than a demon. like he is#INSISTING. LBH can't?? get a fucking word in. actually. SY isn't listening that much either anyways. too overwhelmed with the system and#the amount of stress he's under and his crumbling mental state and the innate and primal desire to live even when he's standing in front of#his own executioner. it all ends with him sitting on the ground at the lip of the abyss with his hair falling in his face. he looks so#unkempt and fallen apart and so distinctly *non-Shen Qingqiu* that LBH feels physically ill over it. tears are streaming down SQQ's face#and despite everything he is smiling. its not a nice smile. its a very frayed falling apart at the seams about to crack smile.#he tells shizun not to worry about staining his blade with this disciple's filthy blood because this disciple will take care of it himself.#and then he falls into the abyss before luo binghe can so much as grab him. the only reason LBh doesn't literally jump in after him is bc#he was numb with shock and the abyss was already closed before he could feel his legs again :]
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horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago
#I DIDNT KNOW I DIDNT KNOWWWWW#when i say damn thats crazy its bc i DO think its crazy i think a lot of things are crazy. like how birds have cloacas#or the way ppl draw a five pointed star in different ways and everyone assumes their way of doing it is how everyone does it#my brother is not letting me live this down btw he literally shouted at me like HOW DID YOU LIVE THIS LONG AND NOT PICK UP ON THAT#IDK!!! IDK I THOUGHT SOMETIMES IT COULD BE USED TO EXPRESS GENUINE SHOCK??????#he says its my delivery that makes it sound insincere bc i say it in a monotonous voice which when i think abt it YEAH....#THAT DOES MAKE IT LOOK KINDA BAD IN HINDSIGHT.....#and then i told him i keep a list of phrases that tickle my brain so i can remember to use them in conversation and apparently#most ppl dont do that bc he was like ???? stop doing that??? just let the conversation flow naturally it sounds fake>????#idk man i feel like if i did that and blurted out 'i forgot people find stuff like underwear arousing for some reason' instead of#smth like 'i wonder what kind of ppl find this kind of stuff the bees knees' like i normally do. it would. not go so well.#ALSO THE FLOW CHARTS ARENT NORMAL? i make flow charts before i call the bank or smth so i know what to say#its not just to blend in its also so i dont waste ppls time going uhhhhh as i think of how i put smth into words#its called stalling for time and i dont care if i have to say smth like thats just how the cookie crumbles if it gives me#5 more seconds to process whatever the fuck someone said without letting them think im not paying attention#doodles#diary#sona#puppysona#comics
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You lost (him)
#I literally crumble whenever i see his tears#the way his mouth stutters for a moment cause he wants to say 'pax'#the pain and hate when he says 'prime'#transformers#maccadam#transformers one#tfo megatron#megatron#orion pax#d 16#optimus prime#tf fanart#megaop
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🌙Tired💤
#trigun#my art#vash the stampede#nicolas d wolfwood#trigun 98#im literally crumbling into dust over them in real time I also started the manga < it is making me crumble into dust faster!!#!!!!!!!what the fuck is up with them!!!!!#also shaking vash in a jar he's so- he's just. he's my silly little guy (carrying me through these past weeks of uni)
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Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The Boiling Rock (Part 2) 3.15
#atlarewatch#avatar the last airbender#atla#azula#princess azula#mai#ty lee#maizula#maiko#mailee#gifs#avatarthelastairbenderedit#atlaedit#azulaedit#maiedit#tyleeedit#maizulaedit#maileeedit#useramys12#tusersimone#userthing#smallscreensource#and that was the moment azula's whole world crumbled#this scene is so good. literally a showdown and i know where to hit you.#don't you just love girl friendships?#also feel that it's important to mention that the shock in the second to last gif is the most expression we see on mai's face ever along#with her crying earlier this episode when zuko leaves her in the cell
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an assortment of silly mimic angel grian doodles (ft. some other buttercup lads)
#i don't know if someone's done this before but i was doodling and bam! this exists now#grian#hermitcraft#mumbo jumbo#goodtimeswithscar#watcher grian#i guess? he sure can Watch#sort of like being in f5 constantly. i think he would pull so many pranks with this#also idk what's up with that one in the corner. his facade is crumbling in the most literal way possible? something like that#aurie's art
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Was going for platonic but oh well.
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Faiza performing the Kagnoma Odo (pretty literally 'lion dance'), a weapons dance and one of the more important ritual duties of Odonii priestesses. A relatively new addition to this traditional dance involves the musket as the primary weapon, which is fired mid-twirl into the ground at the climax of the dance. Faiza is experiencing an 'oh fuck' moment because her shot is more than ideally diagonal, but she’s being so cool with it.
This is a wholly ceremonial performance at the onset of the pilgrimage, performed in full regalia and lion skin (of the small, semi-domesticated strain) but no armor. It’s also distinctly a display of political allegiance between the powerful and beloved Odonii priesthood (and its loyal military) with the increasingly reviled and destabilized imperial family, with Faiza prominently wearing a bracelet of the royal serpent, which was gifted (along with the musket) by the usoma Stavis Amanti himself (Usoma is the Wardi word for king, which has been retained in the context of emperors).
The Kagnoma Odo is the ultimate demonstration of the Odonii as an embodiment of the Lion Face of God and living vessel of military might and sovereignty, demonstrating her fitness and proficiency with weapons and as a spiritual unifier for soldiers. It is accompanied by drumming and occurs in stages, running through the three keymost weapons used in war- the spear, the sword, and the musket. The musket is of the most significance, given the weapon has developed a particular esteem as the ultimate embodiment of might and superiority. Assistants (almost always other priestesses, occasionally high ranking soldiers) load and prime the musket to be fired at the climax of the dance, where it is shot into the ground as the priestess leaps out of range of the shot. The firing signals the end of the dance and the rite itself.
While not the utmost exemplar of trigger discipline, only fully inducted and senior (and therefore very thoroughly trained) Odonii are permitted to perform the dance, and injuries during actual performances are quite rare (though are known to occur during training, more than a few Odonii have burns and wounds on their feet).
The most important renditions of this dance are performed upon declarations of war and before battles (in this case, generally done in full armor along with the lion pelt). It is also done during some trainings (while a dance, it is carefully choreographed to include naturalistic maneuvers of the weapons involved and helps soldiers limber up and learn to move their weapons). It is regarded as an impressive and motivating sight and a morale booster, and, seen at a distance, potentially intimidating to enemies.
A special variant of this dance is performed as means of fully incarnating the Odomache, which is done in full nudity with the body covered in the blood of the freshly sacrificed lion and cloaked in its raw pelt (the lion has become the corpse of Odomache in the moment of death, as part of its recreation of God's sacrifice). Her public, full nude appearance once (and only once) in this act is what allows the Lion Face of God to incarnate within her. Those in attendance see the spiritually vulnerable, naked human body obscured with the sanctified and deified blood and cloaked in the sanctified and deified skin. It is a merger of the contradictions of mortality and divinity, the boundaries between the two indistinct in flickering firelight and the flash of musketfire. She is witnessed by her people, dangling in between humanity and divinity and leading them in dance, and and is thus transformed.
#faiza haidamane#Not really relevant to the core post itself but I don't have anywhere to put this#Faiza is a pretty extreme cultural rarity in that she's something along the lines of agnostic (regardless of her priestesshood)#It's a culturally specific form of agnosticism where the notion that God continues to exist and interact with the world in spirit form is#questioned. She personally gets the distinct vibe that God truly and wholly died in the act of creation and is no longer present#This isn't just a Her Thing it's a concept that comes up in some strains of religious philosophy but it's pretty rare#Orthopraxy is SIGNIFICANTLY more important to the faith of the seven faced god than orthodoxy so her merely thinking this isn't#a fundamental issue as long as she performs all expected rites and behaviors and etc (which she does quite devotedly) but it would#definitely not be socially accepted to openly proclaim (least of all from a senior priestess devoted to maintaining the connection of God's#spirit to Its lands and people) and she keeps it to herself.#She is the only main character who WHOLLY doesn't expect the pilgrimage and rites to end the drought. She doesn't fully DISbelieve#either (kind of like 'well maybe?') but for her this is all a very pragmatic political maneuver to stabilize the crumbling empire and#regain the people's faith in its leadership. It's not fully cynical like it means a lot to her but in a sense of very practically protectin#her beloved empire rather than a more spiritual sentiment.#It's very complicated for her like she takes her role very seriously and cares deeply for her faith while not actually believing#in it in any personal sense. More about what it represents to her than what it's supposed to literally be.#the white calf
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sing (2016) is such a deceptively good movie it's crazy. you watch it once and youre like "Haha yeah love the seth macfarlane rat." second time youre like "Oh i think the matthew mcconaghey koala and john c reilly sheep might be gay." watch it again and youre nearly moved to tears by reese witherspoon pig arc because it so accurately represents the quiet ache of motherhood. watch it again and youre like Yeah the koala and sheep are definitely gay. watch it again and feel overwhelmed by the humanity of it all... by strangers who grow to take care of each other no matter what, strangers who are no longer strangers, but who are also bound by nothing tangible that you can see.
#sing#sing 2016#sing movie#route66.txt#also the choice to have NO music at all when the theatre is flooding and people are DYING and buster's dreams are literally crumbling all#around him. garth jennings you KNEWWWWW what was up.#tbh even the choice to have a protag as Truly DELUSIONAL and manipulative as buster moon
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#stanford pines#ford pines#gravity falls#fordsy#I love drawing him#even more when he’s sitting in front of his door in a cold winter evening#wondering what he’s done#the world crumbling around into dust#or something like that if his hubris would let him#he’s literally me
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(from the tombs of atuan afterword) this happened in utena
#i literally thought ‘the castle is crumbling!!’ at this part like EXACTLYYYYYYY#ms le guin i really hope you got to utena before you passed theres sm there for u.#this afterword is rly good in general i’m glad for confirmation for more tenar in future books fuck yes…#earthsea#chats
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the girls are breaking up 😭
#judgement day is literally crumbling as we speak#finn balor#damian priest#seth rollins#wwe#wwe raw#wwe lb#raw lb
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