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thinking about the fact that nico got his mercedes amg one painted in a ferrari color
#i know it‘s not intentional buh you know as a metaphor or something#the imagery#the symbolism#idk can‘t think of the word rn#f1#formula one#formula 1#nico rosberg#brocedes
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Max the stubborn hot headed broad shouldered bull and Charles the delicate dramatic prancing horse <3
#just looking at the bull on my jumper and thinking#the imagery#its so them#max verstappen#charles leclerc#lestappen
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i am nauseated but that was my favourite episode so far omg
#agatha all along#the IMAGERY#THE WAY IT TIED SO MUCH TOGETHER#THE CINEMATOGRAPHY#IM GOIN CRAZY#lilia calderu
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i just finished KAOS and. WATCH IT. NOW. that's all i have to say oh my god
#the representation#the imagery#KAOS!!!!!! BY GOD KAOS!!!!!!!!!! he's. everything to me#kaos my babyboy i love YOU#genuinely sobbing actually#also jeff goldblum 👨🍳💋 he is a beautiful zeus. he just. LOOKS IT#the queer representation though by god. they truly. they got to me#orpheus. beautiful man orpheus too#AND DIO!!!!!!!! DIONYSUS I LOVE YOU#ARI!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU#genuinely obSESSED#the fates 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫#the furies!!!!!!!!;;#also hades and perse. just. MWAH#kaos#kaos 2024#kaos netflix#WATCH IT WATCH IT WATCH IT
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just finished my ARC and feeling Many Emotions...
#the pairing#casey mcquiston#they've done it again folks#it's so fucking good ARGH#just absolutely beautiful and stunning#the IMAGERY#the FOOD#the YEARNING#ahjakskwmskdmsnskksmsmdnsndhddj
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it’s been said before I know it has. but. The truck bed scene in wayward son is supposed to remind you of the twinkle twinkle little star scene in carry on. Simon says “there are stars. More stars than you’ve ever seen before”
they go from sharing all of their magic, “completing the circuit” to the American countryside which Simon describes in as much detail as he does Baz, which must mean he thinks it’s magical. They share this intimate moment with each other, in the presence of the stars. And don’t forget bazs line “you were the sun and I was crashing into you” (how could we forget) but the sun is also a star.
#THE IMAGERY#MY HEART#OH MY HEART#baz pitch#simon snow#carry on#snowbaz#simon snow series#wayward son#awtwb#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#simon snow trilogy
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Important gay bug lore question, if thks mouth is in it's messed up eye does that mean quirrel would kiss their eye?
uh, very interesting question you have there anon (little do you know, however, that i have already well thought about this. it has been haunting me, day after day, chewing at the back of my mind)
serious answer (i don’t know): to be honest, i think in place of your average mouth-kiss he'd kiss their tip of their mask, where i headcanon there to be a messed-up fused-together remains-of-a-mouth. not quite the same effect, but with enough affection it probably wouldn't matter anyhow.
#quirrelhollow#apologies for the uh#the imagery#my interpretation of them as you might've seen is very very very gooey and sappy and cuddly and smoochy so who knows really#why do i think about this as much as i do#goodness gracious the rot has consumed my brain
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Me desperately beating back Epic: the musical with a mop as it persistently scuttles towards me: Leave. Me. Alone. I. Don’t. Have. Time. For. Your. Nonsense-
Epic:the musical, picking me up and fucking eating me alive: :) its just an infant :) it’s just a boy :) what sort of threat does he pose :) that I cannot avoid? :) if you don’t end him now :) you’ll have no one left to save :) you can say goodbye to :) penelope :) when does a man become a monster? :)
Me as I drop my mop, sobbing: please let me go I have a family-
Epic: the musical: :) six hundred lives at stake :) it’s just one life to take :) and when we kill him our then journeys over :) no dying on me now :) defeat is not allowed :)
Me, still sobbing but now also drafting multiple animatics and painting sketches I’m never going to finish: goddamnit
#Odysseus’s journey back to Ithaca is how me trying to get my sleep schedule back on track is going#which is to say#not well haha#the feelings this dam musical evokes in me are just too much#the IMAGERY#the epic the musical brainrot strikes again#epic the musical
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drift down into the new dark light
#throw my better self overboard#shoot at him when he comes up for air#heel turn 2#beat the champ#the mountain goats#tmg posting#tmg lyrics#tmg fan art#the mountain goats fan art#mountain goats posting#doodles#artists on tumblr#i understand the impulse to keyboard smash bc this SONG#the lyrics#the imagery#the long instrumental after#it being 2 and the 1 being less well known#this is what its all about innit#personal fave#Spotify#tw: guns#tw: gun#cw: guns#cw: gun
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Conversation with a friend tonight:
Me: I think he hates me.
Friend: He doesn’t hate you. You are lovely inside and out, and out of all the people you have ever thought hated you, I’m pretty sure it was only —-, and she is just generally hateful.
Me: It’s true. She stated she didn’t “care” for me to a coworker that repeated it to a friend.
Friend: Picture me in the Ricola cough drop commercial blowing a horn that says “yoooooo suuuuuuuuck” to her, and it echos in the Alpine Valley. Facts.
Hilarious!!! 🤣🤣🤣
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Commentary by Enip, author of the video:
This games does stir up a lot of emotions alright... I played it a while ago but I couldn't get it out of my head.This is a fan edit with some custom made 3D animation. Apart from the scene with Elster and videos from the game, everything was modeled by me with Blender.
Game: Signalis (rose engine)
Music: "Toteninsel" (Rachmaninov) and "Emptiness" (Cicada Sirens & 1000 Eyes)
Poem: Adapted from "Der Krieg" (Heym)
Author's translation of the poem under the readmore:
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yeah I put a lot of time to make sure those details would fit together. ^^ The poem isn't 100% "Der Krieg" as I adapted it a little and it has been ages since I wrote something in German so it might be crappy, but I'll write down the translation of it I had in mind :
Aufgestanden ist sie, welche lange schlief,
She who slept long has risen
Aufgestanden unten aus Gewölben tief
Risen from vaults deep below.
In der Dämmrung steht sie, groß und unerkannt,
In the twilight she stands, tall and unrecognized,
Und den Mond zerdrückt sie in ihrer schwarzen Hand
And she crushes the moon in her black hand.
Einem Turm gleich tritt sie aus der letzten Glut,
Like a tower she emerges from the last embers,
Wo der Tag flieht, sind die Ströme schon voll Blut.
Where the day flees, the rivers are already full of blood.
Zahllos sind die Leichen schon im Schilf gestreckt,
Countless bodies are already stretched out in the reeds
Von des Todes starken Vögeln weiß bedeckt.
Covered white by death's mighty birds.
Über runder Mauern blauem Flammenschwall
Over round walls blue flames
Steht sie, über schwarzer Gassen Waffenschall.
She stands, over black alleys the sound of weapons.
Über Toren, wo die Wächter liegen quer,
Above gates where the watchmen lie across,
Über Brücken, die von Bergen Toter schwer.
Over bridges made by mountains dead heavy.
In der Nacht sie jagt das Feuer querfeldein
In the night she chases the fire across country
Einen roten Hund mit wilder Mäuler Schrein.
A red dog with wild mouths shrine.
Aus dem Dunkel springt der Nächte schwarze Welt,
The black world of the night leaps out of the darkness,
Über sturmzerfetzter Wolken Widerschein,
Above storm-torn clouds reflection,
In des toten Dunkels kalten Wüstenein,
In the dead dark cold deserts,
Daß er mit dem Brande weit die Nacht verdorr,
so that the night withered away with the fire,
Pech und Feuer träufet unten auf Gomorrh
Pitch and fire drip down on Gomorrh
#i am HOWLING i am SCREAMING i am WRITHING#the IMAGERY#i wasn't ready to see the artefact used like that
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Days stretch by and nights sweep away with the bitter caress of the summer winds. When did the sun turn into the moon? When did the moon lose half of its face? I’ve lost count of how many stars light up the night sky just as I’ve lost count of how many days it’s been since you were last here.
whoever this is.... u wanna collab
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making sense is overrated (excerpt):
Lya crested the last ring and stood once again encircled within the crumbling walls of the garden where she had first awoken. She saw two things at once: what had been and what was. Nesotor’s garden, groomed and shining, a carefully-kept haven where she would come sometimes to pray. Where she had met Trip for the first time, and then where she had met him for the first time again.
She put everything else that had happened there out of her mind, and pressed forward to the center, forcing her way through the bushes that were trying to be trees, and the ferns and the dying flowers, until she came to the center, all overgrown with grasses and crawling vines.
The place still smelled of sleep, in some indescribable way, and with a little imagination she could almost see a faint depression in the ground cover marking the place where she had lain asleep. A strange longing welled up inside her to simply lie back down and let the garden claim her again, to let the leaves shield her eyes from the sun and the rain, and for stems to weave over her like a blanket.
But instead, she pulled out her lighter and set the place on fire.
It choked and burned green and smokey, but eventually, inevitably, it burned. And Lya stood on the crumpled wall and watched.
The flames took their merry time to fizzle out, but eventually reduced to small pockets that ate themselves out of fuel, quailing at the woodier bushes that had a better memory of yesterday’s rain. She hopped off the wall, and made her way amidst the cinder-filled air to the freshly revealed hole that yawned wide into the earth in the place that Nesotor’s door had once waited.
The first few stairs were a bit worse for the wear, having had their stone seal traded for only the overgrowth, but once she had skidded down a ways, the place was much as she remembered. She didn’t bother with a lantern; her eyes would adjust in time.
She felt rather than saw her feet touch water: the resistance against her step, and then, a moment later, the wet seeping into her boots. As if roused by her ripples, the water lilies, whose glow had been nearly imperceptible, brightened insistently as she sloshed past.
Knee-deep now, and looking down as she approached the pedestal, she was neither surprised nor unsurprised to come face to face with herself.
The Other Lya floated just below the surface of the dark water, eyes closed, hair swirling lazily round her head. She was lit by a perfect white beam from the sky crystal, and as the Awake Lya bent over her, a shadow fell across her stoic forehead.
Had the Other Lya’s nose and mouth not been already submerged, she might have been tempted to hold her under and see if she would drown. Instead, she merely laid two fingers on her forehead to see if she was real, or that is, if she had substance.
The Other Lya’s eyes opened. They were the same familiar true black of her eyes in every mirror, even as they seemed to glow with a fierce radiance, a very bright darkness.
The Awake Lya stared back. The eyes did not comfort her, not exactly. If anything they made her more afraid. But all at once she understood, and she bent down and kissed herself, not because that was the trick, but because she couldn’t help it.
Everything spun around her then, and when she had finished turning inside out, she sat up, peeling wet hair from her cheeks, and blinked in the sudden sunshine.
#my writing#second chance wip#character: Lya#shhhhhh this is only ambiguously canon and I wrote it between midnight and 2am last night but yeah#but do you understand#the imagery#the vibes#I am just trying to somehow capture the specific feeling of this wip#I am gripping you by the shoulders#Lya brainrot oof I am crushing her in my fist like a ball of aluminum foil
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this scene is cinematic ART and you cannot convince me otherwise
#the dragon prince#the dragon prince season 5#claudia#lord viren#the imagery#the symbolism#*chefs kiss*
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