thinking abt morana saying fuck you to bhaal not because she wants to be better but because she realised that why would she need a god when she can potentialy become one instead 😌
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“Decades of improvements of the shit, and still, still! No fucking energy drinks exist that can really keep you going. It’s all a scam!”
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Fantasising whilst weaving then accidentally makes lingerie? Ofc.
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Crush?
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It’s a good time to be a Jodie Comer fan. While the beloved Liverpudlian has been away from our screens for a little while – in the meantime hovering up awards for her astonishing performance in one-woman stage play Prima Facie – she’s back in a big way.
As well as appearing in Jeff Nichols’ upcoming biker drama The Bikeriders, Comer is front and centre in survival drama The End We Start From – playing a mother forced to flee London with her young baby in tow once an ecological crisis unfolds in the capital. As well as starring in the lead role, Comer is a producer on this one, adapted from Alice Birch’s acclaimed novel, and directed by Mahalia Belo (behind the BBC’s The Long Song miniseries).
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* @n1ghtwarden ! starter call
the days drug on and the longer they did so, the more isvir feels herself beginning to splinter. her moods varied from craving solace and keeping to her tent to settling amongst shared company and saying nothing at all, not altogether there. dark circles sit themselves beneath her eyes, most nights spent wide awake and unable to rest. to say she was unlike herself would be an understatement.
the woman currently stands ankle deep in river water, the sun just beginning to rise over grassy foliage. she however, clad in merely a nightgown, stands in gentle morning light which dowses her in an orange and yellow aura as she wades through shallow pools, mindless. limbs are heavy with exhaustion, and she follows the same path each time - across the river till she reaches about knee high water and back again. pacing back and forth almost hypnotically, isvir startles when she misplaces a foot and plummets, knees landing in mud and rock, causing her to curse quietly.
still, she remains where she had fallen only for distracted stare to land on nearby path when she hears the rustling of grass and gravel. " hello? " she croaks out, blinking weary eyes and hoping her only company is a few stray bugs, if she's lucky.
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also sent her the dreamcatcher abracadabra relay dance
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