#sorry vero

[shmules]

cant wait till drdt chapter 2 part 2 comes out so i can make my partner watch it with me and scream about charles cuevas in their ear nonstop

[ginkgocrown]

longing for your lost lover ?

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Marcille is me!

Photog is klowephotography_ on IG

[supernovero]

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[moe-broey]

LMFAOOOO

It's very unclear! But Alfonse's "It's been at least 10 years since Sharena was a child" line is a rough estimate itself. I feel like it could place Sharena anywhere to 18 to 20 when she joined the Order of Heroes (this is just my headcanon though, based on what's typical irl -- there's also a possibility that in Askr, the age you're considered "an adult" is different, but that's also speculation)

But if Sharena was anywhere from 18 to 20 when she joined the Heroes, and granting that a few years have passed to get to Book 4. Maybe 22? 24? At oldest? If every book is a year. Which in that case!

Yeah she could be at this point actually 🤔 Or maybe 26.

And really you can throw any random number at Alfonse like. I kinda hc he's 3 years older than her, if not 4. They do seem close in age, but far enough that Alfonse has always felt more "grown up" to her (possibly by the way he was treated/raised, many possibilities). But going off those numbers, he could be 29 or 30ish current Book, if we're going w Sharena being 26 (makes me wonder if his Brave alt is gonna make him look "more mature"... like his portrait always read as young adult to me, but I wonder if he'll be a little less baby faced.)

[wutheringheightsfilm]

alright everybody.... the ranked lists are out...

wuthering heights adaptations ranked by successfulness:

and wuthering heights ranked by my personal preference:

conclusions:

if you are looking for a version that tells the complete story and is 1 to 1 scene for scene the book because you have to pass some sort of exam, watch the 1978 version (#1 on the successful list). be aware this version is boring as shit hence why it barely makes it in the top 5 of my personal rankings

if you are looking for a version that tells the complete story but is not as boring (but still has its myriad issues), watch the 1998 version (#2 on the successful list).

if you are a looking for a version that 1) finally doesn't whitewash heathcliff and 2) very accurately captures the atmosphere of what reading the book is like, but can sacrifice missing half the story (as the entire second gen of children are not truly present), watch the 2011 version (#1 on my personal list). i will say, though, it is the most complete telling of the 1st generation story, and the one i believe portrays heathcliff and catherine's dynamic the most accurately. (though do look up warnings on doesthedogdie for this one as there are multiple scenes of animal cruelty, and be aware that there will be a myriad of racial slurs that do not appear in the book directed at heathcliff)

if you're looking to watch a version where you get the complete story but it's not quite right (sacrifices were made here, and the romance is way too overdone for my liking) but the chemistry between heathcliff and catherine is incredible (and the soundtrack is excellent), and you like to notice small details with costume design and storytelling, watch the 2009 version (#2 on my personal list)

you're welcome. i'm still going to be making the video essay though

[mazojo]

I just experienced something SO poetic cinema

[trans-xianxian]

hold on did I completely fabricate wei wuxian being the one to invent the ritual mo xuanyu uses to sacrifice himself

[hiemaldesirae]

one of these is about to go through the worst character arc of his life after the death and semi-failed resurrection of his lover and commit suicide at the end of his friends weapon after going on a serial killing spree and the other one will graduate a year before that fiasco just to become an internationally wanted warcriminal with his homoerotic bestie. pick your poison

[castiel]

Matilde, where are you? I noticed, downwards, under my necktie, above my heart, a certain melancholy between my ribs: it was that you suddenly were absent. I missed the light of your energy and I looked about, devouring hope, I looked at the emptiness that is a house without you, nothing is left but tragic windows. Taciturn, the roof listens to the falling of ancient leafless rains, feathers, that which the night imprisoned: and thus I await you like a lonely house and you will return to see me and inhabit me. Otherwise my windows ache. 

- pablo neruda love sonnet LXV for @universalcas spanish + destiel celebration

[acebytaemin]

all better 😌

[miercolaes]

sartre said hell is other people, but i must admit my life would give him a run for his money. wednesday will return to hunt and haunt all of you this wednesday. that being said, i am starting fresh! i have 79 drafts and 10+ notifications i haven't yet checked. so, instead of jumping blogs, we're starting fresh right here, by deleting everything. i've also updated the gsite for wednesday, mostly the aesthetics but also i'm trying to write her backstory from my point of view, which includes many iterations of wednesday. i will also post a bunch of memes and probably a starter call as well!

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

(writing prompt here)

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Am I...supposed to be afraid?"

You couldn't detach your gaze from this form now standing before you, the large frame still panting from their previous fighting. From the tone of its voice, you guessed it was male - yet the very nature of him remaining a mystery to you.

Last thing you knew, you had been ambushed by thugs on your way back home, late at night and under the rain. Your umbrella was now a dismantled piece of garbage on the ground, the heavy pour rapidly soaking you to your bones. Then this shadow appeared out of nowhere, the clash of a weapon against bodies echoing through the alley. As you watched the last thug run out of the area, you remained frozen, yet you thanked your improvised savior.

The faint lighting of a streetlight gave this muffled glow to the newcomer, rain rolling down his skin through pebbles and muscles. His eyes had this faded glow to them, the iris giving off this strange warmth in you; you had nothing to fear...

"... What are you?" you asked.

"Something you won't understand."

"Try me."

You approached him, yet was soon stopped by a large and green three fingered hand on your shoulder.

"Are you hurt? Is everything alright?" inquired the other with a cautious tone.

"I'm wet," was your simple statement.

You mentally facepalmed yourself, yet that was an undeniable truth. You caught half of a smirk on the male's face, his eyes scanning around as if only noticing that it was indeed raining. He also saw the destroyed umbrella, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils.

"Alright then, Wet, I can offer you to wait until the rain calms down, but it'll be in the sewers."

"But how-"

You didn't finish your sentence as the other effortlessly lifted a manhole cover, then presenting the opening for you to get inside.

"Second thoughts?" he said, hinting some sarcasm

No answer escaped your lips as you got on the move, carefully making your way into the city's underbelly.

The smell first got to you, sending this strong shiver throughout your body. Wet and mold were the primary scents, only accentuated by the downpour above. The male got down in turn, closing the way behind him. His presence felt even more impressive when in a enclosed space, the lack of light crushing even more on your fight or flight response.

Echoes of droplets were heard all around the surrounding tunnels, destabilizing you at first. Until the anchor that was his voice brought your attention back:

"I know it's not the best cover, but it's the only one that will allow me to be safe from sight."

"Will you tell me what you are then?"

"I can't trust you with that knowledge."

"Yet you brought me to the only place you feel safe."

His silence indicated a win on your part.

"... I'm a guardian of this city, that's all you need to know for now."

"Then I'm grateful that you were guarding this little corner of the city tonight."

You could feel his smile in the air, although you could barely see his shape now.

"Are you really not weirded out by me right now?" he asked, slightly puzzled.

"I've barely seen anything from you," you shrugged. "You're tall, you have ... different hands, your skin does not seem normal, you have beautiful eyes. ... I just wanna see more, to be honest."

"Then that's good enough."

You suddenly remembered that your cellphone was in your pockets, hurriedly taking the device out and about to open its flashlight.

"Don't," warned the other.

"You can see?"

"Yes, and you'd rather not want to in turn."

"I'm not afraid," you reiterated from earlier.

And with a single press, you revealed your temporary companion.

((To be continued????))

[verytendou]

Stares at ceiling. At some point we have to admit i have 0 game.

[moe-broey]

I think they're really cute as a platonic possibly even found family pairing, but. A Reminder

[wutheringheightsfilm]

the disappointment i felt when i remembered i'm writing a slow burn....

[nightmarefuele]

your bat bf is now hanging in a primark store. what do u do joker? what do u do?

not a social experiment like joker would want, but a social investigation of my own : would jOKeR get one of these bad bat bois ?

❝ Ehhh . . . Pass. ❞

(, Joker said calmly. He then commandeered a school bus and set course for the nearest Primark.)