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hp-fanfic-archive Ā· 2 months ago
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warmth; or the meaning thereof by Anonymous Pairing: Gen, Severitus Rating: T Word Count: 5k Podfic available here Read by: Anonymous Length: 0:33:40 ā€œIs that yourā€¦ father?ā€ the red-headed boy asks, frowning slightly as the train pulls away from the station. Other parents are waving on the platform, bright smiles and tears on their faces; a red-headed girl with the same pointed nose as the boy in the seat across from them is chasing the train, laughing and crying all at once, until she canā€™t keep up anymore. In the distance, and only because he cranes to see it, Harry can just make out a still figure in black, billowing robes, his hands tucked into his pockets. ā€œThe closest thing I have to it,ā€ Harry says, turning back to the boy. ā€œMy foster father. Severus.ā€ ā€œHe seemsā€¦ā€ The boy pauses, his frown deepening. ā€œKind of cold.ā€ ā€œThereā€™s more than one way to be warm.ā€ Harry smiles, not expecting this other boy to understand. ā€œThereā€™s more than one way to show care.ā€
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marzipanandminutiae Ā· 4 months ago
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Average historian denies all gay relationships statistic false!
No-Lesbians Ruth Franklin, who lives in an archive and denies any possible sapphic interpretation of Shirley Jacksonā€™s work 50 times a day, is an outlier adn should not be counted
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moonsnqil Ā· 11 months ago
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trying to explain to my best friend that while aftg is a mafia book, the mafia isn't even the most prevalent theme and how really it's a love story at it's core but not in a fairytale way rather in the way horror movies are love stories
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bonefall Ā· 7 months ago
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tall shadows line of "she was only a kittypet" kinda reminds me of the line "they were only slaves" from the prince of egypt.
What kills me about it is that like, at that point in the movie, the Pharoah Is Bad. Him saying that a billion babies where fed to crocodiles is A Bad Thing. It's the point where Moses realizes he can't be part of the royal family without being complicit.
But Tall Shadow says "calm down, Bumble was less than human anyway" and Gray Wing nods along (complete with the jiggly clicking noise that comes with shaking a can of spraypaint) and this is an example of them being reasonable. Level-headed, even, not getting swept away by the passion of the angry mob.
There are so many levels to how fucked up the Bumble Debacle is that you can't explore every floor all at once. It is an onion. It has layers.
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 Ā· 1 year ago
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Metallica, 1986.
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articskele Ā· 5 months ago
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ā€œ...Wrong? Why would anything go wrong?ā€
Without further ado, a stimboard for @ask-the-biggering-onceler!
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#TADAAAA :D#ohh there's SO much going on here#the first one is interesting bc i tried to avoid gifs of the outside#but this one strikes me as a moment from before the blog started#a brief moment of introspection and dwelling on the past as he looks out at the dwindling remains of the forest#though to him iā€™m sure any second thought about what couldā€™ve been is a second wasted and he snaps himself out of it shortly after#THE BEAR THE TEDDY BEAR#it's a foreboding reference to the barbaloots it's a representation of the past it's everything to me :D#the spotlight for being the center of attention and scrutiny alike; loud and flashy juxtaposed with the softer candles on the other side#the gears are for the factory but note how clean it looks#showing his desperate attempts to keep his reputation intact and insist that absolutely nobody has died within the walls of this place#the velvety red fabric resembles both theater curtains (performance and the blog) and the curtains in his office#and theyā€™re positioned opposite to the one glimpse we see of the outside world calling back to that one scene in the 1972 version#a camera for both his surveillance over thneedville and the press plus a reference to that old photo of him before his business days#the entire middle column is a brief glimpse into all the good intent that got soured along the way#while the right column represents his success and splendor#alternatively the bear and the camera could reference that one scene in hbcib with pipsqueak!#and that last one is for the extravagance of the ball!#you could say it being next to the camera means heā€™ll be keeping a close eye on partygoers >:3#i actually steered clear of stuff like sewing and other such manual work to show how he stands at the very top#arghh i could go on about every little part of the layout and how the different themes connect and oppose each other it's so fun!!!!! :D#anyways i hope ya like it ouo!!!#biggerler#ask the biggering onceler#stimboard#my nonsense
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mercilessflowchart Ā· 4 months ago
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Why are Marakasā€™ lips so hard to draw from the side???
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thewhizzyhead Ā· 14 days ago
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does anyone want an analysis on a light or somethin because its been on fuckin repeat since the day I first listened to warriors and now swercy is all I can think about. also I feel obligated to tell you that Julia and Jazzy call it swercy too and I'm not kidding just look at their IG comments they use the hashtag and everything
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kylekreepsmeout Ā· 10 months ago
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A Comic about my Dissatisfaction
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doom-dreaming Ā· 9 months ago
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Do you think she said/he heard something funny enough that got him to smile/laugh and look away for a fraction of a second. Do you think she felt enamored and secretly tried to get him to laugh again. Because in midst of chaos she's never really seen him simply laugh and rarely seen him smile.
"You always take me to such nice places," she remarks. It's half-sarcastic (the body of the Jackal they'd ambushed is floating down the creek at the bottom of the ravine) but there's an undercurrent of sincerity to it - it is a nice little place. Leaf-filtered light dapples the grass under John's boots. High overhead, the glittering curve of Delta Halo's alien landscape fades into a cloudless blue sky. Her sensors pick up birdsong; she runs a quick comparison scan through her database...no match to a familiar species. Interesting. She files the call under a new entry.
A nice place indeed.
John shoots two more Jackal snipers off their perches, sending them sprawling limp against the rocks. Shouts echo up the cliff walls from somewhere beyond the range of both sight and sensors; Unggoy cries of alarm, silenced by a swift Sangheili command.
"Seems like we've crashed our own surprise party."
John drops from the ledge and hits the ground running, clearing a gap in the rocks around the waterfall with the effortless grace of a jungle cat. Cortana swears she can feel the mist swirling past his shields. He meets the oncoming Covenant as he always does, a wall of metallic green titanium, an unstoppable force and an immovable object all, somehow, rolled into one.
The next thirty seconds are a blur of bullets, brutality, and blood. Cortana wanders. A frog, an unremarkable little brown thing only a few inches long, launches itself from the bank of the creek, kicking through the water to the safety of a submerged rock. A dragonfly as dazzlingly blue as Cortana herself alights on the flowering stalk of a reed. A lizard with a brightly-colored tail three times the length of its body skitters up a nearby tree. A shiny black beetle, unperturbed by the chaos around it, trundles under a clump of fallen leaves.
This ring is alive in a way so different from the first, with an entirely separate ecosystemā€” "Wait." She folds in on herself, collapsing back into the confines of the Mjolnir, pressing at the barrier separating herā€”just barelyā€”from the electrical storm inside his brain on the other side.
He stops.
"...I wonder if there are fish in that creek."
A mixture of amusement and confusion splashes up against the barrier, but he humors her curiosity without a word, picking his way over the rocks, deeper into the ravine.
Sure enough, there they are. Tiny silver things wriggling at the edges of stones and within the stands of reeds, breaking the surface tension to swallow up pinprick-small insects resting on the water, leaving behind perfectly round, glistening bubbles.
She relaxes again, swelling outward, soaking in everything she can touch. The rocks here are slick with waterfall mist; moss grows in the crevices, lush tracks of green and pink. Somewhere close, another frog croaks. Insects buzz. Leaves rattle in the breeze. There's no gunfire. No alien shrieking. No radio chatter. It's serene.
"Hard to believe these were built to be weapons," she muses, focusing on a miniscule spider as it climbs across a branch over their head. His head. She had to stop doing that. "...we should keep going. Regret has to be close. Sorry about the detour."
Calmness and nonchalant acceptance greet her from John's side of the neural barrier when she tucks herself back into the nooks and crannies of his armor. Part of herā€”a rather loud part of herā€”wants to stay and analyze the intricacies of this halo's flora and fauna and how it had all developed and fit together, but...they have work to do.
She can't resist one last quip as John navigates through the winding cavern out of the ravine. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this date?" She's not expecting a response, but he surprises her. It's nothing more than a huff of air and a low sound in the back of his throat, but Cortana feels the chemical-electrical rush of amusement behind it and knows what it's supposed to be.
And in spite of the frogs and insects and birdsong, it's the sweetest sound she's heard since they landed.
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thegoatsongs Ā· 2 years ago
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A survey of 100 authors from 54 countries named "Moby Dick" asĀ one of the 100 best books of all time... But public opinion was very different 161 years ago. When "Moby Dick" debuted in 1851, reviewers trashed it.
The book sold fewer than 4,000 copies in total (fewer than 600 in the UK), prompting Melville to have serious doubts about his future writing career.
Given that The Beetle was very popular for several years since its publication (and had outsold Dracula six times over) I am once again judging
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springtimebat Ā· 2 months ago
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The Beginning of a Century (A Short poem)
I had a DVD player once
That stopped reading discs
Like
It forgot to do its job
A relatable feeling
But inconvenient and annoying
Itā€™s a beautiful day in the Cyberhood
It would have been betterĀ 
To have slept and dreamedĀ 
Than to watch a full moon passĀ 
Do not be afraid of your own tearsĀ 
The rain seduces and brings out poetsĀ 
If I die you should write a poem about me
I am permanently banned
From the county fairĀ 
Lightning breathes life into me
I attract bolts of energy
Rain, fog, and grey tufts of cloud
So itā€™s not my faultĀ 
That I canā€™t keep any job at all
Never put me in a casket
Melt me down into stones, pebbles
Chisel me into a Notre Dame gargoyleĀ 
My lips will float to Godā€™s ear
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espectres Ā· 9 months ago
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knives r such a recurring theme in mp100 dont be surprised when i write smthing for shou & u find them there..
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 Ā· 2 years ago
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Metallica (1985)
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froschli96 Ā· 8 months ago
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Every time you tell someone who wants to get into Assassin's Creed to just skip the first game and start with the Ezio trilogy, a kitten dies.
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seventeendeer Ā· 2 years ago
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I can't articulate this very well right now but. listen to me. rgu and pmmm, the tv series, are parallel stories. an echo. two versions of the same event. and their respective movies-
adolescence of utena is the happy ending, where the abandoned girl lays down her sword and finally leaves behind her flawed "hero" role so that she may go to the outside world and be with her beloved again. rebellion is the tragedy, where she is unable to let go and takes her old role to its logical conclusion, destroying herself and her relationship with her loved one in the process while convincing herself that she's doing what's best for the girl she loves, even if it means taking away her right to choose for herself.
do you see it. do you understand. there are layers to this !! different takes on the same subject !!! the contrasts also between the main pairs and how they're played !!!!! oh fuck and the deconstructive AU potential is off the chartsssss oh no
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