#paris eternal

[hellish-cruelty]

Lately been thinking a lot about having to explain everything through words and what it means to share that invisible understanding with someone.

Movies in order- Pierrot le Fou (1965), Worst person in the world (2021), Vivre sa vie (1962), Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004), Pulp fiction (1994)

[b-skarsgard]

via Actress and Eternals costar @/SalmaHayek on IG

[rivoluzionaria]

Auguste Rodin, The eternal idol (detail), 1889

[js589]

💕 for shirbert :))

I am going back to my roots and doing kind of an Inflection Point type deal here. "In Which the Porch Scene Still Ends Unhappily (But Also Actually Worse Somehow)", I guess. 😅 Please don't hate me!

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For all that Anne could not claim any romantic experience—not any mutually romantic experience, at least—she knew what was coming.

A lot of it was hope. Hope she shouldn't be harboring, at that. She knew where she stood; she could never hope to compete with the young woman Gilbert had accompanied to the fair. It just wasn't possible.

And yet, the way Gilbert was looking at her said very differently. He was moving in, seeming very sure but giving her time to back away. Maybe he wasn't so sure. Maybe he was trying to find out.

If there's one thing worse than never knowing, it's going to be knowing and losing him anyway.

Anne leaned back just a little, putting her hand up in a clear signal for Gilbert to stop. Gilbert raised both of his hands to take it, but Anne refused to let it drop.

"Anne..."

Oh God, she should never have let their friendship get as close as it had. She could hear the plea in his voice, and it was going to break her resolve if she didn't end this here and now. "Gilbert, I—"

Anne had had every intention of being firm, but words deserted her entirely for a moment as Gilbert leaned in and pressed an entirely too tender kiss to her palm. He lowered their hands, and Anne was too stunned to do anything but let him. She could feel tears gathering and her throat tightened.

"Anne," Gilbert said gently, "please, say something. I thought..."

Neither of them could actually get the words out. If they couldn't do that, then what hope was there, anyway? "I can't, Gilbert. I can't and you can't and if you don't understand that, then..." Then what? There truly was no hope? Maybe he wasn't who Anne thought he was? Or maybe Anne wasn't who she thought she was?

In any event, it was going to be easier to weather the heartbreak if she did it now, she thought, pulling her hand from Gilbert's before getting up and fleeing inside.

She'd keep telling herself that until she could forget how he held onto her hand until the last possible second.

Maybe then, she'd be able to believe it.

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

made myself cry listening to my mind (now), thinking about disciple binghe falling into the abyss and wondering what he did to make his shizun do this to him

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

can't even be alone with my thoughts for two seconds because I keep thinking about the LIE and its implications for Marinette and for Adrien and for the whole world around them and then I start crying 😭😭😭 someone save me

[rei-ismyname]

Exodus being a cutie on Judgement Day

Yung Bennett! Magneto just found him and rolled away the stone. The Eternals' Uni-Mind have trapped the whole Quiet Council in their memories, but not for long.

Flashing back to the time Apocalypse tried to make you kill your boyfriend. Rude! Exodus says non.

Apocalypse takes it well. Blue vs Red, a clash for the ages.

Just hanging with his bestie Messiah Hope, exchanging kind words before flying into battle.

Vs this towering death machine. Look at him, he's just a little guy!

[lntrusiveknock]

and i wondered and i wondered all the way back home

months later finding myself alone in mirror reflections

wondering where he is, if he would so kindly happen upon the shadows that surround me

if some day we would brush shoulders again

i wondered behind bland walls, i wondered about the equation

i dreamed in daylight, envisioning our stars making a collision

it was then when i met you, it was then i knew you.

from then on i never lived without anticipating your final return.

i put up the decorations, my house is suddenly so empty

Only waiting for his arrival.

do you see? it all means nothing without you here

fitting puzzle pieces together for no one like you to walk by

you are the only one, i’m sure

that could make me feel like romantic commitment isn’t the loss

of you.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Lotus Eterne Concept, 2010. A sports saloon concept that was revealed at the Paris Motor Show. Designed to compete with the Maserati Quattroporte and Aston Martin Rapide. it was powered by Lotus's V8 engine. When it was announced Lotus said the car would be on sale by 2015 but it never advanced beyond prototype stage.

[forevercloudnine]

on again and off again and on again and

batcat break up and/or hook up playlist (Spotify || Youtube)

Too Close Sir Chloe // Lost Kitten Metric // Blah Blah Blah The Oozes // Wet Dazey and the Scouts // get him back! Olivia Rodrigo // Rehab People Planet // Margarita Spin Doctors // Paris Kate Nash // Denial Thing Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra (Spotify Alt: Gives You Hell All-American Rejects) // I Really F**cked It Up GIRLI // Good in Bed Dua Lipa

[cking398]

Christopher Holmes King (Jesus Reborn)

This truth was revealed to me on 27-7-2024, on the Sabbath, taken from my Google doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZUeh4N2XoBa3wJ4jtgwXlgkaiWfsbIK7kuq5MfdNmP8/edit?usp=sharing "Could 434.02km (note: distance apex of the Great Pyramid of Giza to the apex Church of Nativity in Bethlehem) be linked to the diameter of the moon? I searched, and 3474.8 km was the diameter of the moon. 3474.8 divided by 434.02 is 8.006082669 Pretty much exactly 8 astounding.

What would make it exactly 8, a difference in location from the Apex of the Church of Nativity of only 330 meters: 434.35 (434.35 times by 8 equals 3474.8). Jesus is supposed to have been born near the site of the Church of the Nativity could it be 330 m from the apex of the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem? I would argue it was."

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[lily-de-wakabayashi]

New drawing with my Lethal Shipping! Rin Matsuoka, from "Free! Iwatobi Swim Club", and Marina Shiozaki, my OC 🦈❤️🪼. They are celebrating their respective gold medals at the recently concluded Paris 2024 Olympics, she in the 100m breaststroke for Australia and he in the 100m freestyle for Japan 💖 (because in my universe Rin is the best swimmer in that style, not Haruka Nanase)

The Olympics ended a week ago but I consider that I'm still on time to upload a commemorative drawing (the same thing happened to me in Tokyo 2020, I didn't finish the drawing on time 😅). Since the last Olympics I wanted to draw these two with their gold medals, but I was hesitating between doing them or Kojio Hyuga and Maki Akamine, my favorite canon couple from "Captain Tsubasa", but in the end I opted for the latter two since the games were in Japan and both are Japanese, plus Maki won the gold medal in softball in CT manga and I wanted to celebrate it. So, I was left wanting to draw my couple from "Free!", but the Paris 2024 Olympics gave me the opportunity to do it 🥳

Their uniforms are the official ones of their respective delegations (Marina, although she is half Japanese, decided to compete for Australia since she was born there), but I didn't add the details because it would take me a lot more time to finish the drawing. In any case, I really liked the result, it had been a while since I drew this pair and I already missed them ❤️💛

[jaggedjot]

"Paris was an awakening for Louis."

"The whole world was ready to return, to remake their lives."

"Paris was a hunger."

Considering the audio quality of and similarities between these voiceovers and the clips of the the first interview, I think it is fairly safe to speculate that, despite what Daniel has been allowed to believe, the original interview continued after his and Louis' fight.

[bitegore]

update: i have decided christian imagery and religious symbolism is okay but only if it's as cool as it is right here.

[battle-subway-ghost]

Pelipper Malice- (plushies of an Azurill and a Galvantula. They're torn up and Abused, missing pieces with fraying fabric. They're frozen to the touch.)

// [He drops the box instantly, feeling dizzy and disoriented. His hands are shaking and his legs feel weak. He can't think straight- images of the incident flashing in his mind, over and over again he sees their faces and remembers their cries. He can't tell if he's breathing, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest indicates that he is, right? It doesn't feel like enough though.

He stumbles back into the house, closing the door tightly. It feels like he can't see anything behind his own thoughts. He's lightheaded and his eyes burn with tears. He feels so, so cold- or maybe he was overheating? He can't tell. The floor underneath him doesn't feel real, and the door pressed against his back provides little stability. His throat is clogged with sobs, their names on his tongue.

He isn't left alone for long- There's a blur of white and purple, his eyes are too watery to fully make out the figure. There's gentle high pitched chatters, warm paws grabbing at him, gently tugging at him to coax him into sitting. He slides down- slowly, He doesn't want to fall. He feels an outside pressure leaning against his chest- something soft and warm, he can't tell, but his fingers run through the fur absentmindedly. He can't tell if it's comforting- everything is distant, oddly numb...

His Musharna floats over soon after, sinking down to his level. Soft pink mist fills his vision, and he finds himself able to breathe- if only for a moment. His mind is hazy- and he goes still as he falls unconscious.

The little dolls are left outside, knocked over onto the pavement.]

who are you. why did yuo send these. Stay away from me. stop sendign me these leave me alone. Leave me alone. what do you want from me.

[elisaenglish]

Sami Frey and Dorothy McGowan in Qui êtes-vous, Polly Maggoo?, 1966.