#verse: wrong side of the grave.

[myersbprd]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

@legaciestold said: 💬 (from elena)

Elena has been asking John questions about Liz that he's not certain how to answer. After all, ' how they feel ' has never been particularly straightforward for them, has it? They had sidestepped around it when they first met ( helping her smooth out her thoughts about the Bureau and Hellboy had been his goal, though his own emotions persisted in spite of himself — making things more complicated than they already were ). Then, perhaps they had finally been on the cusp of something before that fateful mission in Maine, where everything changed for him; he still feels as though he's figuring out what about him is altered and what's the same even now, though she doesn't look at him any differently.

In fact, his cousin is currently saying something about just that: how they look at each other. She really is determined to wring an explanation out of John, isn't she?

With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head as levity laces through his voice, he replies, "Try focusing more on your life and less on mine!"

[calliesmemes]

PINTEREST QUOTES WITH POTENTIAL

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS pulled from various quotations I have seen on Pinterest while creating boards for my muses.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

❛ Who’s a heretic now? ❜

❛ If I stay here, trouble will find me. ❜

❛ What’s it like to be so free? ❜

❛ I watched the whole world fall apart. ❜

❛ I am teaching myself how to be free. ❜

❛ The only solution is to stand and fight. ❜

❛ There’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ You were never a saint. ❜

❛ To be a woman is to perform. ❜

❛ l speak in verses, prophecies, and curses. ❜

❛ Now I know what I was born for. ❜

❛ There’s a light in all of us, trying to get free. ❜

❛ There is nobody innocent here. ❜

❛ Look who’s digging their own grave. ❜

❛ Come a little closer, if you dare. ❜

❛ Family defines you, even if it demands sacrifice. ❜

❛ History does strange things to dead women. ❜

❛ I can’t believe the things I’ve done. ❜

❛ Hubris is a bitch. ❜

❛ It’s all in your head. ❜

❛ I keep my visions to myself. ❜

❛ We could be heroes. ❜

❛ Take my hand, and I’ll protect you. ❜

❛ Open your eyes. This is the revolution. ❜

❛ I am so much more than they told me I was. ❜

❛ Let me be your muse. ❜

❛ I’m not just a pretty girl. ❜

❛ Your fear of looking stupid is holding you back. ❜

❛ I wish I could be the perfect daughter. ❜

❛ I am not who I was before. ❜

❛ I won’t just be a puppet on a string. ❜

❛ If I can still breathe, I’m fine. ❜

❛ Straighten up, little soldier. ❜

❛ Am I a monster, or a victim myself? ❜

❛ This isn’t the way normal people live. ❜

❛ Your impression of me is wrong. ❜

❛ I wish I could let all this anger go. ❜

❛ I wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. ❜

❛ If I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have met you. ❜

❛ Maybe there’s a hero in me after all. ❜

❛ I am happy anywhere that I can see the ocean. ❜

❛ They should be terrified of you. ❜

❛ I have seen the future. ❜

❛ Let go of the illusion that it could’ve been different. ❜

❛ My father is a good man. ❜

❛ I went to war with myself for you. ❜

❛ I care too much in a world that cares too little. ❜

❛ If it makes you happy, then it’s not a waste of time. ❜

❛ Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes. ❜

❛ You make everyone around you feel seen. ❜

❛ If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking? ❜

❛ Let’s run somewhere far away. ❜

❛ You carry your last name like a burden. ❜

❛ You are at war, even in your dreams. ❜

❛ We met for a reason. ❜

❛ I designed my own catastrophe. ❜

❛ You and I are the same thing. ❜

❛ Never let another soul tell you what to fear. ❜

❛ I have always loved the sea. ❜

❛ I didn’t say I liked it — I said that it fascinated me. ❜

❛ You will never be forgiven. ❜

❛ No one ever really dies. ❜

❛ Your son is gone. ❜

❛ Death must exist for life to have meaning. ❜

❛ Your mouth is full of white lies. ❜

❛ Loving me is a death sentence. ❜

❛ There is a thunderstorm inside of you. ❜

❛ Beauty is a weapon. ❜

❛ You haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ❜

❛ How do I stop the guilt? ❜

❛ I am a victim of introspection. ❜

❛ Love is what gives me strength to survive. ❜

❛ There is nobody innocent here. ❜

❛ You’ve seen too much too young. ❜

❛ I am not of mortal men. ❜

❛ Tell me what it’s like to conquer. ❜

❛ I like who I’m becoming. A lot. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in promises anymore. ❜

❛ Parents kill more dreams than anybody. ❜

❛ You are woven into my veins. ❜

❛ You are a diamond. They can’t break you. ❜

❛ I must not hope. I must not cry. ❜

❛ It’s no wonder that you can’t sleep — you’re haunted. ❜

❛ You are made of destructive magic. ❜

❛ You are so unique. ❜

❛ I myself am a haunted house. ❜

❛ You comfort others with the words you want to hear. ❜

❛ You’ll find love, kid. It exists. ❜

❛ You talk like a book. ❜

❛ You are one of God’s few mistakes. ❜

❛ I’m not capable of saving you. ❜

❛ Curiosity often leads to trouble. ❜

❛ I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ❜

❛ I can do this. Even if I can’t, I have to. ❜

❛ I can’t go back there! ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. It’s practically what they’re for. ❜

❛ Can you remember who you were? ❜

❛ Are you proud of who you have become? ❜

❛ I see in you an old soul with young eyes. ❜

[nicromancytarot]

A SONG FOR YOU

This is a general channelling based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my content is not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes.

PICK A PILE CHANNELLING

I write songs sometimes in my free time, and I asked my spirit guides to give you guys a song which could have something that you need to hear right now. Pick a card and enjoy some lyrics.

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2

Pile 3 ———> Pile 4

PILE 1

SWAN DIVE

VERSE 1

promise me one thing,

you’ll never let this go,

we’ll be a forever answer,

to the calls of the unknown

VERSE 2

nothing to tear us apart,

it’s the only thing i fear,

not having you anymore,

while i’m still stuck here

PRE-CHORUS

nothing can destroy us,

you’ll be by my side,

til the end of time

(til the end of time)

CHORUS

fuck death do us part,

i’m taking the swan dive,

i’m falling from the sky,

so you’ll always be mine,

fuck death do us part,

i’m taking the swan dive,

from the clouds into the ground,

i’ll be by your side

VERSE 3

no one can compare,

to the love i have for you,

no one can treat me better,

than the way you do

VERSE 4

when you jump i’ll jump too

i’ll always follow you,

to the deep depths of death,

there’s nothing i wouldn’t do

PRE-CHORUS

nothing can destroy us,

you’ll always be by my side,

til the end of time

(til the end of time)

CHORUS

fuck death do us part,

i’m taking the swan dive,

i’m falling from the sky,

so you’ll always be mine,

fuck death do us part,

i’m taking the swan dive,

from the clouds into the ground,

i’ll be by your side

LAST VERSE

my heart is tied to yours,

it beats when yours does,

we’ll be inseparable,

in the sky above

Swans mate for life, when their partner dies, the remaining swan flies high into the sky and falls to their death, performing their last swan dive. The narrator is serenading their partner, telling them that their love is to last beyond the grave.

PILE 2

DELUSIONAL WONDER

VERSE 1

sometimes i wish that i could live inside my mind,

so i could figure out what’s going on behind,

you greet me with a smile and open arms,

when i’m with you i feel safe from harm

VERSE 2

you lean in to give me a kiss on my cheek,

and pass me a bouquet of my favourite flowers,

oh how it’s so good for us to finally meet,

i pace around my room and think about you for hours

CHORUS

and you say...

come on, come closer,

let me hold you til the war is over,

and if i ever let you go,

just know that i’m your delusional wonder

BRIDGE

turn the page and dry your tears,

keep pretending that i am near,

and when we meet again tonight,

we can pick off where we ended last time

CHORUS

come on, come closer,

i’ll let you hold me til the war is over,

and if you ever let me go,

i’ll always know that you’re my delusional wonder

BRIDGE

visit me again in my dreams,

like you do everyday of each week,

and when i hold your head in my hands,

i’ll remember it’s a fantasy land

VERSE 3

when i wake up and see you’re not laying next to me,

a fear strikes deep deep inside my being,

you know there’s something wrong when you think something exists but it don’t (though)

VERSE 4

and even when i beckon upon your name,

the sound of silence always stays the same,

the earth is a desolate place when you’re not here and only in my dreams

CHORUS

and you say...

come on, come closer,

let me hold you til the war is over,

and if i ever let you go,

just know that i’m your delusional wonder

BRIDGE

turn the page and dry your tears,

keep pretending that i am near,

and when we meet again tonight,

we can pick up where we ended last time

CHORUS

come on, come closer,

let me hold you til the war is over,

and if i ever let you go,

just know that i’m your delusional wonder,

come on, come closer,

i’ll let you hold me til the war is over,

and if you ever let me go,

i’ll always know that you’re my delusional wonder

the narrator is daydreaming as an escape from reality, and falls in love with a character they have made up in her head just to realise that they are not real.

PILE 3

SILENCE CAUSES VIOLENCE

(This one was written purely for this.)

VERSE 1

i’m like a ballerina in a jewellery box,

when the music stops,

my heart drops,

i cant be alone with my own thoughts,

without thinking about ending it all

VERSE 2

what makes my mind so useless?

an apathetic version of what i say,

i often think that i’m going insane,

but it’s all in my brain,

yeah, it’s all in my brain?

CHORUS

i’m begging you, don’t let the quiet in,

cause i don’t know what is bound to happen,

the silence causes violence,

a rapture in my heart,

i won’t give in,

but the temptation is calling me

POST-CHORUS

they think Im crazy,

they think i’m out of my mind,

embodying the devil,

won’t hear me out this time,

they think that i am crazy,

some part of a losing game,

one they won’t play for me,

confiscated their tokens away

VERSE 3

i’ve got a taste for destruction,

pouring salt on my own wounds,

refusing to heal my past,

lifting the rug to sweep my dooms

CHORUS

i’m begging you, don’t let the quiet in,

cause I don’t know what is bound to happen,

the silence causes violence,

a rapture in my heart,

i won’t give in,

but the temptations still calling me

The narrators biggest fear is to be alone, to have to think about past experiences, so they overindulge in coping mechanisms, like constant partying.

PILE 4

SCARED OF THE DARK

VERSE 1

racing through emotions,

throwing daggers at my friends,

i promised i wouldn’t hurt myself,

putting means to an end,

i’m enclosed in my room,

painting sheets with all my tears,

tearing myself apart,

analysing all my fears

VERSE 2

i’ve got a target on my back,

but i’m the one with the gun,

inflicting harm on myself,

my mind won’t let me run,

i’m trying to let go,

but the storm cloud followed,

darting into alleyways,

i wanna be alone

CHORUS

i’m not scared of the dark,

but the monsters that live within,

i’m terrified of my reflection,

the mirror showcases all my sins,

the ghoul’s under my bed,

and he’s gripping on my legs,

pulling me under with him,

now the cycle repeats again

BRIDGE

i pulled myself out of this before,

pinched myself so hard, blood could be drawn,

pressed my lips to a glass of cherry wine,

drowned my fears in alcohol,

i do this all the time

VERSE 3

come with me into the night,

this time i won’t put up a fight,

i’ll let myself consume the darkness,

even though it don’t feel right,

let me fall onto my knees,

down by your gravestone i will plead,

let me live my life in comfort,

surrounded by the shadows in me

BRIDGE

i pulled myself out of this before,

pinched myself so hard, blood could be drawn,

pressed my lips to a glass of cherry wine,

drowned my fears in alcohol,

i do this all the time

CHORUS

i’m not scared of the dark,

but the monsters that live within,

i’m terrified of my reflection,

the mirror showcases all my sins,

the ghoul’s under my bed,

and he’s gripping on my legs,

pulling me under with him,

now the cycle repeats again

The narrator can feel themself falling back into that dark place, they try to fight it at first, before letting it consume them, becoming victim to their own sadness.

[sammakesart]

In Which the Dread Wolf Is Saved By, of All Things, Love.

The blade slices into his palm, blood seeping from the wound and soaking into the leather of his glove. A thought emerges as she watches him: It is the same hand that once held the mark on her own palm. He squeezes his fist, the blood dripping down onto the stone. 

“My life force now sustains the Veil.”

His eyes find hers, a brief moment as their gazes meet and hold. An eternity, over too soon. 

“With every breath I take, I will protect the innocent from my past failures.”

Her gaze falls to his fist, and her heart aches. It is done.

“The Titan’s dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the blight, but I can help soothe its anger.”

She watches as he looks down to the dagger, then extends it to Rook.

“I will go,” he says. His eyes meet hers once more as he speaks his last words. To her. For her. “And seek atonement.”

He tears his gaze away, and she watches as he turns, his steps sure and steady as he walks toward the tear in the sky.

They are running out of time.

It is then she makes her decision, though it was no decision at all. She knew—she has always known—what she would do given this choice. 

“But you do not have to go alone.”

He had stopped before she spoke, perhaps hearing the fall of her steps, perhaps in the hope of one final goodbye. He turns as she finishes her declaration, his lips parted in surprise, but he clasps her hands as she stretches them towards him. His grip trembles ever so slightly. She notices the shine in his eyes as tears well, but he does not deny her. He only offers her a warning. It is the only thing he can offer her. 

“Where I am going is terrible.”

She smiles, shakes her shake. 

“It won’t be terrible if you’re with me. We make this journey together. Always.”

The words are reminiscent of the last verse of Dalish wedding vows. She wonders if he catches the significance, but by the way his grip tightens, she suspects he understands. 

She leans in, but then stops, waiting for him to close the last stretch of space between them. His lips meet hers without hesitation, cracked and bloody as they are. She doesn’t care. He tastes of iron and ash, and yet still of him. 

His mouth moves against hers, and she wishes to wrap her arms around him, to pull him close, but she fears causing him any further pain. She has seen the wounds on his face, saw him clutching at his right side as he ascended the steps before she crossed the threshold. She can only imagine the wounds hidden beneath his battered armor. She had glimpsed the state of his dread wolf as it tore the throat out of Elgar’nan’s archdemon. 

There will be time for such things later, after he has rested and healed. Time will never be something they are in want of now.

***

He savors her for as long as he dares, then presses his lips firmly against hers before pulling away. His mouth curves into a soft smile. Just for her. 

There is no force—divine or otherwise—that can part him from her now. Not unless she wishes it.

He holds her gaze for one more moment, the burn of tears still threatening to spill sting his eyes. But he blinks them away quickly, and glances back at Rook. 

“Thank you, Rook.”

Then his eyes fall back to her. He cannot get enough. 

He is not unaware that Rook had to have had a part to play in this once-thought impossible reunion. 

There will never be words or action enough to show his gratitude, especially to someone he has so gravely wronged. And yet, they still have orchestrated the return of his heart to him. A gift he knows he does not deserve, but he will endeavor to earn. 

He squeezes her hands once more—one flesh, one formed—and turns, walking towards the last remaining tear in the Veil. He crosses his hands before him to keep from reaching out, reaching back to hold her to him. She must make this choice freely. 

He doesn’t even dare look, afraid if he does, he will find no one and nothing. That these last few minutes have all been a dream conjured by his addled mind and his bone-deep exhaustion—for what else could it be but a dream? That, after all this time, after everything he’s done, she would seek him out once more. That she would forgive him. Love him still. Choose to be with him, despite where he must go. 

There is a moment where he fears she has changed her mind, or he was correct in his first assumption that she was never here at all. His chest tightens… and then releases as he feels her hand rest upon his shoulder. She is here. She is real. 

With the last ounce of strength he has, he wraps them in his magic and spirits them into the Fade, leaving her world behind. Perhaps for good. 

He took away her ability to choose once, many years ago, when she first asked to join him while standing in the Crossroads. It had torn him in two to deny her, but he knew then that he could not allow her to follow the path he had to tread. Could not allow it to twist her hope into despair, like his own purpose had been twisted long ago. 

For so long, his life has only been duty and destruction. He is unsure of how to be anything else.

When he finds himself once again in the prison of his own making, his knees give out from under him. The weight of the last few hours, few weeks, few years, dragging him to the hard unforgiving stone of his regrets. But this time, he is not alone. 

She kneels before him, carefully cradling his face in her palm, her skin so warm against his. “Vhenan,” she whispers as her thumb strokes lightly over his cheek, and it takes him a moment to realize he is crying, truly crying. The tears that had threatened to fall when he first took her hands in his have now been set free. He crumples into her lap, his forehead pressed the against her stomach as she gently strokes his head and down his back, offering words of comfort, her voice thick with her own tears. She has saved him. He has doomed her. 

The weight of that realization is enough to crush him to dust. He pulls back, eyes searching hers. His hands shake as he reaches up to hold her face. Perhaps there is still time…

“These are my burdens to bare,” he rasps. “I cannot ask you to carry them with me.” 

“You do not have to, vhenan.” She holds his hand to her cheek. “I chose this. Freely. Just as I chose you.”

She presses a kiss to the heel of his hand, the one still wet with his blood. “Being with you is no burden, Solas, not to me. It is a joy.”

Their foreheads meet, pressed together as they once again take each other’s hands.

She is here. She is real. He still cannot believe it.

“Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

Then he says the words she had gifted him, a vow he will hold sacred for as long as they both shall live. 

“Vir shiral malasa. Bellanaris.”

[black-rabbit-razumikhin]

Raz Reads Les Mis (XXXVIII)

Jean Valjean - War Between Four Walls

We made it to the beginning of the end

The set up of the barricade that Enjolras&c are manning is such that, while it is impenetrable from all sides, it also means that there is no easy way to escape

In the name of keeping people as alert as possible and spirits aligned, Enjolras mandates people to sleep

There is bloodshed to be had, better to face it without the fog of a sleepless night

Though very few people manage to sleep what with all the imminent excitement

After light reconnaissance by Enjolras himself, the order is given to further reinforce the barricade (I assume the one facing the Guards)

After a headcount, it is discovered that forty men are willing to die for Enjolras' cause, but only thirty are needed

Why sacrifice ten men when they could live in a France made new?

Why leave wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, family alone with men dead when they could be cared for and protected?

The men lament that whomever leaves the barricade will surely be killed by the Guards

Never fear! There are five Guard uniforms they can disguise themselves with

Each man ends up nominating the other until five men have been selected to leave the barricade

Except now it seems like there are only four uniforms

The negotiations begin anew, everyone wanting to save the life of the other

Just as total indecision seems inevitable, a Guard uniform falls from the sky

Its messenger is Valjean

Valjean! Thank goodness you're not on the murdering Enjolras side of this revolution!

Successfully, the five chosen men disappear under the cover of darkness and uniform away from the fighting

Marius recognizes Valjean

Enjolras says in no uncertain terms that everyone there is doomed to death

Enjolras lives for his revolution, but he's also highly aware of the grave implications of its events

He gives an incredibly powerful speech to the men of the barricade, really stirring up the fire of ideals

Where Enjolras looks to the future of The People, Marius is contemplative to his own future

What is Valjean (Fauchelevant, but it's Valjean) doing here? What does that mean about Cosette?

Because even in a war, Marius has some questionable priorities

Javert also would like to know, for curiosity's sake, when he's going to die

Enjolras says he doesn't want to waste ammo

But he is allowed to get a little more comfy

And he sounds so incredibly overwhelmed by irony and exhaustion when he sees Valjean among his captors

As the sky gets lighter, anxiety grows

But the strategy for Enjolras&c is to let the Guards waste ammo on the barricade, believing it strong enough to hold

A lot of this comes down to the fortifying capabilities of one mattress

What y'all making mattresses out of back then?

Quick cut to Cosette: she's dreaming of Marius, she is pure, she is the symbol of peace that these men are meant to be fighting for

And the revolution continues

Chaos reigns, on the side of both the Guards and the revolutionaries

Something here made me think about the way red is framed back in Bishop Charlie's chapter

About red being veneration or disdain, depending on how it was used and who used it

Those behind the barricade are also hungry and upset to die on an empty stomach, but looking for pity with Enjolras is looking in the wrong place

I don't think anything could waive him from his goal

But the cartridges are running low, 15 minutes worth of bullets at most

Gavroche hears this, and makes himself of service

He's small, he's fast, he's stubborn and brave and bold

He dances around gunshots, going from dead body to dead body outside the relative safety of the barricade

Wide open out in the street, with Guards shooting at him, Gavroche collects ammunition

With each shot getting closer to him, he sings a new verse

A bullet catches him

He goes down singing

They killed Gavroche

They killed tiny Gavroche!!

And there's no time to process because there's a cutscene to the children he was looking after

Just to remind us that the world is beautiful on the day of the barricade horrors

And that the bourgeois would rather feed bread to a swan than to starving children

The starving siblings do manage to take the bread before the swans can get to it, thankfully

After that brief intermission, Marius leaps from the barricade to bring back Gavroche's body

Body, because they killed a child

Gavroche is placed on the table next to Mabeuf

But in the midst of the revolution, the Guards will give them no time to mourn

Enjolras, in assessing the situation before him, wants the inevitable deaths to be a masterpiece

Between himself and Marius, they are the de facto leaders of the barricade

And Valjean implores from Enjolras possession of the prisioner Javert

As a reward for his stellar entrance

It is granted, and Valjean leads Javert away

The assumption being that Valjean takes the role of Javert's executioner

And when he takes out a knife, Javert comments that it's far more Valjean's style anyway

Valjean cuts Javert's restraints

He tells Javert his address, and that Javert is free

A gunshot rings out

Back at the center, Marius thinks Valjean has killed Javert

Fighting

And the philosophy and history of the role of the revolution in France

Which I'd happily analyze in a less abridged-format post

But where it looked like Enjolras&c were gaining the upper hand against the Guards, quickly the tides turn

And in one line Bossuet, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Joly and Combeferre are killed

It's so quickly jumped over, I was sure I had read the passage wrong

But they're gone

Now our named revolutionaries remain Enjolras and Marius

One on either side of the barricade, but they are being pushed back

Enjolras leads a group of men, the last men, into the wine house the barricade was set up next to

Marius is shot in the shoulder blade and a hand grips him to stop his fall

Enjolras believes him prisoner, and bars the door from entry

But any supposed safety does not last

Enjolras in the fray has killed a sergeant

And the Guards are not happy

But this is where Grantaire has been sleeping since before the beginning of the fighting

And the silence of Enjolras' acceptance of death wakes him up

He has slept through cannons and guns and fire and breaking glass and screaming men

And it's the end of Enjolras' life that wakes him up

Because he won't let his friend face it alone

Enjolras is shot with eight bullets and Grantaire falls down next to him

No time to feel the weight of this death either because Marius has been taken prisoner

Prisoner by none other than Valjean

And they are on the opposite side of this impromptu fortress to where the others are

And slip away down a back alley as the place is overrun

I need 5-7 business days to process everything I just read. There is no light, there is no goodness, nothing matters anymore. Have I spent over a month falling in love with this book and all its characters for this to be how they meet their end? Can I go back to the time when they were all full of life and love and ambition? Can I live in a world where I don't need to have read any of that?

[emptyjunior]

Okay ANOTHER criticism I have of new ATLA (i know i know sorry but you know what I pay way too much for that service so yeah I'm gonna whine about the shows I pay for sometimes) is the perspective of the show is so firmly on the character's Side.

They treat the world as being on their side! Because those are well loved, well known characters that we in the real world know are Fan Favourites and I feel like the show treats them that way!

Like take something like Zuko's agni kai.

That was the most important day of Zuko's life. It changed who he was, it was a catalyst that would define his next three years and then dictate a lifetime of attempting to grow past it.

We know that.... Why do the characters😭

The whole day before it, Ozai is testing Zuko, talking about what kind of leader he will be. Iroh is speaking up vocally, trying to protect him at all points with the grave import of a man who seems to know what exactly is about to happen and how bad it is actually going to be. Ozai is talking about how this moment IS going to define whether or not Zuko is his son and is the ultimate test of how strong or weak he will grow to be.

The actual act itself is slow and purposeful, aiming right for his eye to scorch it right where we know Zuko's scar is going to be because that's where Zuko's scar is going to be.

They make us understand! Understand Ozai's intentions and viewpoint and why he seems to think that this moment is necessary.

Like I know they want to Expand on something they think is a cartoon, give a bunch of depth to complicated characters.

But I don't think they get that some days are Simple for people. Some days are painfully, horribly simple and thoughtless and those are the days that are other people's cornerstones.

Like what if Ozai wasn't trying to make Zuko into the "son he wanted him to be" or whatever. What if he was just a grown man picking on a child. A grown man wielding fire and carelessly, with the flick of his hand, he scorches his son. Because he has power and status, and his son was weak and There and now he's burned.

And then he sends him away because if he is still a human deep down, then looking at that reality would make him sad or even guilty. And that's all it was.

Isn't that sadder? Isn't that deeper and richer, isn't it absolutely horrible? That Zuko is going to spend all those years on that boat replaying that moment over and over in his head trying to understand what he did wrong, what he could have done differently, what his dad was trying to teach him and the answer just is it just happened.

It just happened and no other adult was brave enough to stop it and a kid got hurt. The end.

Like I KNOW that's a tougher reality to accept! To say that in the other character's lives Zuko was not important! Because they didn't know what he would do, they didn't know the inner strength he had. They didn't know that he would climb back up from nothing and become the Fire Lord.

But yeah the in-verse characters of your show don't know that😭 And it starts to feel like the writers were So scared that they would get told off for not treating beloved characters with respect that they made all the other characters focused and obsessed with them and Way too aware that they're the main characters😭😭

[waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle]

Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Pairing: Miguel x f reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think)

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

See master list for previous or future chapters

Chapter 1: pilot.

Everything was going great , really it was , you finally managed to become independent and move out, managed to get an amazing job with your hard worked degree, and lastly you were earning enough to get by and pay your student loans.

Until one fateful night you clocked in for your shift as a critical care nurse with your cute violet scrubs , one thing your coworkers really admired about you was your honest heart and true willingness to take care of those whose been injured tragically in a blink of an eye. You took your job very seriously and really put your soul into every stitch and intubation. So was the case when a powerful politician from your city arrive after a failed assassination attempt, you and your team managed to stabilize him and all procedures in the ICU went well.

In terms of post care you medicated him according to doctors order, you didn't go a gram over his pain medication and he seemed to be recovering quickly and well. Things started to go side ways when you had to leave work early since a friend of yours, Gigi got blackout drunk after a break up in a sketchy part of town. Not being able to handle the thought of all the things that could happen to her ;you left your patient to a newbie , trusting him to take good care of your patient (big mistake).

After leaving Gigi in her home , you called to get the rest of your day off so you could enjoy a well deserved break and catch up on some series you've left behind .The next morning you arrived to the hospital and quickly noticed your coworkers heads turning in your directos  staring at you with a wide gaze. You thought nothing of it and went to check on your patient room to see how all went last night. As soon as you entered the room you saw some iv drips on the floor , pillows and a mattress thrown to oblivion and most importantly your patient going bat shit crazy assaulting the newbie you left him in charge of , in the meanwhile some other nurses try to get him off the poor guy who was just trying to do you a favor.

Next thing you know you're rushing to the locked medicine room to later show your ID to enter the room so you can  quickly insert the tranquilizer in a  syringe to have ready . After locking up the place  you sprint back to room number #13 hoping no one is gravely injured, soon you open the door to then tip toe on ceramic tiles as you attempt to knock out the source of all the chaos.

To your bad luck the newbies eyes looking at the politicians back betrays you and in the blink of an eye you're the one that's being chocked on.

-“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! GIVE ME SOME MORE OF THAT GOOD SHIT AND ILL BE ON MY FUCKING WAY.ITS NOT THAT BLOODY HARD.”- After the patient yelled this out everything clicked in your mind , the newbie nurse must have given him a heavy dose leaving him now in some sort of withdrawal.  But for the moment all you have to think about is how to get out of this alive , the pressure on your neck starts to make your vision hazy before you black out you throw the syringe to a nurse nearby and the next thing you see is black.

A few minutes later you flutter your eyes open and find yourself in a separate room with the newbie nurse standing by your side.

-“Y/n , how are you? I'm so sorry for how thing turned out, turns out the patient had prior history of substance abuse that wasn't on the chart and he somehow convinced me he was in indescribable pain so I switched up the medicine to dia morphine.- Said the ditzy nurse as he looked at the ground with shame.”

-“You did what?!”- You yelled out sitting straight.

・゜゜・．

Meanwhile in spider society headquarters things seemed to be going rough...

Lately there's been far to many anomalies, taking more spider men than normal to complete missions while also getting more injured than never.

Some spider man were returning so beat up that they couldn't return to their own universe , leaving some altruistic spider people to patch up their injuries to the best of their abilities and bring them home.

-“Miguel , we need to get some sort of medical assistance up in here. You can't keep asking Lyla to guess is someone is in a comma or just concussed. God forbid I start pushing out this baby due to the stress I'm suffering.”- Stated Jessica drew while walking back and forth in Miguel's office.

-“They're spider people they have to get used to a scratch or too.”- mumbled Miguel while looking through his screens for any new anomalies.

-“Miguel i know it's tough to find someone to confide in but please , you're the leader of this organization for a reason , think of their families and partners they'll start to worry , they shouldn't get used to their  loved one coming home with a lip busted open just cause their boss doesn't want to Pay for their health care.”

Spiderman 2099 proceeds to squeeze his eyes with force refusing to accept that all the recent events and getting out of his hands while squeezing the bridge of his nose but with a final exhale he decided to do what's right.

-“Don't worry about it , I'll get to it as soon as possible.”- he replied trying to give Jessica some reassurance

・゜゜・．

-“I assume you know why you’re here y/n.”- Said the hospitals director, in her office as you sat down in front of her , unable to lift your face following the series of catastrophic events.-“I think you and I both know you've made a mistake , but you and I both know you've contributed a lot to this hospital”- said the blond haired director as she stood up started walking around the room.-“What happened yesterday was partially your fault but mainly not , my dear friend ,your patient;  has a little addiction that's harmful to nobody. The newbie giving him dia morphine was the next step for him to level up his addiction. He's tried some other shit before but nothing as good as the pain killer administered to him the day of the events. So taking all things Into consideration i leave you two options

Voluntary resignation or...”- as the words exited the directors mouth you felt your whole world fall to the ground everything you worked for poof , gone in a blink of an eye.- “Or continuing administering dia morphine and other requested pain killers to my friend safely while creating fake patient charts to justify the use of  said drugs to the board of directors.”

இ

After signing in your resignation you cried all the way home on the subway not caring who was watching, how did your life turn out like this? You couldn't blame Gigi, she didn't know all of this was gonna happen.

As soon as you arrived to your apartment you took out a bucket of stratichella ice cream and started applying for jobs right away online.

After almost a week with no luck you started to get desperate. The last job offer that was left was one where you checked all the requirements the down side is they were looking for a male nurse. But as you re read the requirements to decided sure they would change their minds as soon as as they saw your qualifications.

Requirements.

-Registered nurse.

-3+ Years of experience.

-Certified specialist in critical care.

- Motivated and hard working.

-Skillful and diligent.

-Time availability.

-Works well under pressure.

-Age: 23- 30 years old.

-Good physical and mental health.

-No criminal history.

-male

Company: Spid-so.co

Employer: Michael 'o' hare.

Email for inquiries: Lylalovesbunnie999@spidso.com

[razorblade180]

Get together

After a quick voyage via teapot, Aether arrives in Inazuma City where he wastes no time getting out of the light rain and into the Teahouse. Waves and bows from the regular employees, human and canine, give him a warm welcome as he makes his way to a private room. Aether knocks on the door three times before slowly sliding it open. Sitting down in front of a table was Ayaka. While her clothes resembled Fontaine attire similar to the last time they met, Aether became too focused on more important things.

Despite the overcast weather outside, the moment Ayaka’s eyes met his, a warmth filled the room like the first winds of spring as a smile appeared on her lips and in her eyes.

Ayaka:You got my letter!

Aether:Yep. How have you been?

Ayaka:With any luck, stronger every day. Please, come take a seat.

Aether closed the door behind him a joined in for the meal. If this was a public setting, he would’ve taken care to face her directly. Imagine Ayaka’s surprise as the boy casually sat right beside her at the table, his left and resting on hers. Ayaka felt a little flustered. It wasn’t like anyone else was around. She allowed herself to let her guard down and self indulge in the intimacy, gently laying her head against his shoulder as he held her hand with a little more conviction. She was glad she wrote to him.

Ayaka also noticed Aether was a little less tan than before. Not only that, but his frame was…leaner? His hair even appeared to have added length. She watched Aether use his pair of chopsticks to start eating the brilliantly prepared meal.

Ayaka:I’ve gotten your letters as well. You’re in Fontaine now, right? Is everything okay? You seem a little starved.

Aether:Hmm? Oh, hehe. I’m sorry. I have actually finished a request that took nearly 45 days. I bet a look a bit disheveled, don’t I?

Ayaka:I wouldn’t go that far. I was only a little concerned. So you had taken a request? What kind?

Aether:Going to prison.

Ayaka:….Huh?

It took several minutes, but Aether regaled her with his most recent adventure and the trials that stood in the way.

Aether:And now I’m safe and sound eating delicious food again.

Ayaka:To think so much could happen in such little time. It sounds a little overwhelming.

Aether:I definitely wasn’t the easiest task but when isn’t my life filled with twists and turns? Can’t say it was any scarier than meeting the Raiden Shogun for the first time.

Ayaka:If you want, I could order more food for you,

Aether: That’s alright. This is more than enough.

Ayaka:Okay. If you say so…*frowns*

Aether:!? Uh oh, what’s wrong with the birthday girl.

Ayaka:It’s nothing. Or rather…it’s a little silly is all.

Aether:Don’t be like that. Tell me what’s on your mind?

Ayaka:I suppose sometimes…it doesn’t cross my mind that when you leave, there’s a chance you’re in grave danger. Not that I’ll ever doubt your abilities, but I can’t say I’m not a little sad at the thought of your letters suddenly stopping one day.

Aether felt her hand tense up. He could tell she was trying not to make it sound like a big deal but he’s gotten pretty decent at reading a person’s feelings. It also put a warmth in his chest to know she was worried for him.

Lost in thought, Ayaka was caught off guard by the sudden heat that pressed against her right cheek. Her face turned red and she held the spot Aether had gently kissed. Before she could form any words, his arms wrapped around her body, capturing her in a deep embrace that put her head up against his chest. Slowly, her hands trailed up his back and kept him close as her body eased into his. They let each other go just enough for their gaze to meet. The girl’s patience ran low alongside side her inhibitions. Ayaka’s pulled Aether down a little closer and took a proper kiss from him that he gladly returned in earnest.

As it ended, Ayaka felt delighted, yet a little embarrassed as Aether’s hands kept her close by. She wasn’t very well versed in deep, intimate relationships, but she knew her feelings were getting across clearly. Even so…

Ayaka: I…I want to keep seeing you; to have as many opportunities to talk to you as I can. So please, continue to overcome the obstacles in your way. I’m always rooting for you.

Aether:I love you too, Ayaka.

Ayaka:That’s- I….

Her pale skin stayed a beautiful sakura pink color even as she tried hiding it against his body. Aether could only chuckle to himself as he played with her hair.

[david-goldrock]

הדג נחש - עוד אח אחד - Od Ach Ehad - Official Video

[Chorus]

One more brother went down to the grave And mama is crying, she's crying her soul out One more brother went down to the grave Father's cries are heard from all sides

[Verse 1]

Man, why is your heart like ice? Do you enjoy being a murderer? Ears that hear threats from your mouth Why would you talk like that? I'm your brother Each side claims that only they have the truth And every day that passes another innocent dies Killing people, you don't care at all Shooting humans, How can you? A mother is in pain and another child is orphaned And the sidewalk is red colored again Life is important and valuable Murder and killing is not the way

[Chorus]

One more brother went down to the grave And mama is crying, she's crying her soul out One more brother went down to the grave Father's cries are heard from all sides

[Verse 2]

Boy what's wrong with you how have you gone mad See, what kind of situation, brother, have you gotten to? You don't care, everything is already allowed In your eyes a dark and cold stare Think about the future and the day of tomorrow It's never too late to try and change The whole nation of Israel, enough with all the violence I don't want to see another person die We will show compassion, we will show mercy Instead of getting hot-blooded we will show warmth Every spilled blood leaves a trail of emptiness And for our country it is good to live, not to die (for)

[Chorus]

One more brother went down to the grave And mama is crying, she's crying her soul out One more brother went down to the grave Father's cries are heard from all sides

[Verse 3]

Maybe it's time to ask questions Like how long can we live like this And is the war at the borders cut off From the violence that paralyzes our lives? The tension here never seems to end Big Fishy was the one who said That we are all equal in the end of the day So why do we return each other to the dust?

[deancaspinefest]

The Devil You Know (Who Also Knows You)  |  E  |  43k

Author: SomethingBlue42 / bowlegsandbiceps  Artist: Solstheimart

After a case gone bad FBI agent, Dean Winchester, transferred to Little Rock for a new start but on a sweltering summer morning he and his partner, Benny, are called to a crime scene that drags his past into his present and the whole nightmare starts back up again. Cas is refusing to talk to anyone but Dean and Dean doesn’t think he can face him; can’t seem to reconcile the man accused of murdering 11 people with the man who’d shared his bed for nearly two years. Cas insists Dean is in grave danger, talk of skinwalkers and angels making Dean ache for the broken person he once loved, maybe still does.

It’s the only explanation he can give for not screaming bloody murder when he wakes up to Cas sitting on the side of his bed, saying they were out of time and Dean needed to come with him. When Dean comes to he’s in some sort of library, Cas is on the floor and his brother is rushing to help, but Sam wouldn’t be caught dead in flannel. It’s when he sees himself enter the room that he knows something is horribly wrong and maybe Cas wasn’t so wackadoo after all.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

Pairings: Dean/Cas, past Dean/Benny

Warnings: show-level horror, show-level gore, graphic depictions of sex acts, drunk Dean, light bondage, roleplaying an arrest and cavity search

Tags: Multi-verse, FBI!Dean, Crazy!Cas, FBI!Sam, Case!Fic, Dean and Castiel share a more profound bond

[maridemira]

Death and Post-mortem of William Braine

Welcome to another post about William Braine. In this post we're gonna talk about and look into further detail that death, post-mortem, disinterment, and autopsy of this Royal Marine and take a look at his autopsy results which may or may not give light on his cause of death. If you haven't seen my post about him about his life and you're curious as to who he was, check out the link here.

Fair Warning, I would advise to put down whatever you're eating or feel free to skip as there will be some pictures or illustrations of dead bodies in this post.

William Braine served as a Royal Marine Private in the famous Franklin Expedition, which tried to find the final piece of the Northwest Passage. He was under Sgt. David or Daniel Bryant and was one of the 14 marine detachments of the Franklin Expedition. Unfortunately, during the first wintering at Beechey Island, on January 1846, John Torrington of the HMS Terror and John Hartnell of the HMS Erebus died and were buried at the island. 3 months later, on April 3rd, William Braine followed them into the grave. He was buried in Beechey Island. What happened to his widow thereafter is unknown.

For 6 years, the graves lay undisturbed, until a search party from around 1850 discovered the graves. It is here that we get to take a first look at Braine's possibly original grave.

Braine's tombstone is on the far left with the inscription:

"Sacred

to the

Memory

of

W. Braine, R.M.

HMS Erebus

Died April 3rd, 1846

Aged 32 years

'Choose ye this day whom ye

will serve' Joshua XXIV Ver. 6"

(Note: This is what I can read from the original photograph, the bible verse is quite hard to read so I had to improvise)

The tombstone shows a dark colored headboard with white text. However, when we look at his tombstone in 1986, it was a white colored headboard with unknown color on the text. It is possible the colors may have eroded away from weathering, tho do let me know if I may be wrong. According to a document about the graves (Unfortunately I couldn't find it but you can let me know if you found this source), the graves are not certain to be the original ones they are only referred to as such because those are the graves found when anthropologist Owen Beattie came to exhume the bodies in 1984 and 1986. This same document also says that the supposed originals may have been replaced at an earlier time because these supposed originals look completely different from the ones in the photograph but it's impossible to know because there were little to no records about the graves prior 1984. Now, in my opinion, yes this is plausible to happen, but given that there is no known record of the graves from between 1854 to 1984, I would lean towards the paint fading from being weathered by the cold temperature but do let me know if you think otherwise or if the graves did somehow get replaced at some point in time. The graves of Beechey Island are replaced with wooden headboards. So from something like this:

To this:

Now, I couldn't find any public domain images for the headboards photograph taken during 1984-1986 so I had to use the one that looks similar (if it's copyrighted, I'll take the photo down).

Let's now move on to the disinterment and autopsy William Braine.

Braine has only been disinterred once but has never been reported to be disinterred in the 1852 exhumation of Sir Edward Augustus Inglefield and Dr. Peter Sutherland, nor has been disinterred in 1984, but was disinterred in 1986 by Dr. Owen Beattie who exhumed John Torrington and partially exhumed John Hartnell in 1984 and autopsied both Braine and Hartnell in 1986. When Braine's grave was dug, the researchers made a major discovery, a copper plaque in the shape of a shield is attached to the coffin lid.

The copper had rusted or oxidised at the sides, but remarkably, the inscription has been mostly preserved. It reads:

"W. BRAINE

R.M. 8 CO. W. D.

H.M.S EREBUS

DIED APRIL 3 1846

AGED

33

YEARS"

Not only does it confirm what is said on his epitaph, but it even states which division he came from (remember in my last post, he came from the 8th Company Woolwich Division). However, what the plaque got wrong here is that his age was then added to by 1 year. This is particularly strange as Braine was born in 1812. It is possible they accidentally got his age wrong when making the coffin plaque but then remembered his correct age when making his epitaph. We will probably never know.

The researchers then opened the coffin lid and after thawing the body, were greeted with this. (This is your last warning to skip this post)

The body was wrapped in a white shroud and the face was covered with a red kerchief made of cotton. After uncovering the face and removed the thin shroud, they were greeted by this face of the Royal Marine from 140 years ago: (TW: DEAD BODY)

(I won't use the real image of the mummy because it's much more grizzly than this illustration but you can search at your own risk.)

Unfortunately, unlike the bodies of Torrington and Hartnell, his likeness was not well preserved. He showed far more signs of decomposition. It looked more evident is his face, particularly around his eyes, nose and mouth and because of the incredibly waxy pigment of his skin. His expression looked more as if he is truly dead. Despite this, the researchers then performed their autopsy and x-rays (I won't show those photos here but I'll leave a link to a post here). Samples of his hair, nail, bone and tissue were taken. After the autopsy was done, he was then reburied with respect by the researchers. As of this writing, there were no more disinterments of this marine.

As for the condition he was found in, when he was unwrapped from his shroud, Dr. Beattie discovered that his left arm was missing and initially thought his arm was amputated, but further inspection showed that his arm was twisted beneath him as he had trouble being fitted into his coffin. Other than the red kerchief and white shroud, he was also buried in three shirts like Hartnell, and no pants. His grave was found to be dug at an angle and twice the depth expected. This is particularly strange because the sailors had more difficulty getting into permafrost in the first place. But we may never know why either. He also had a chipped tooth, which also suggests a very hard life. He was also extremely emaciated, weighing around 40 kg (less than 90 lbs).

The results showed that the lead in Braine's body, as well as that of Torrington and Hartnell, were 100 times higher than the acceptable rate, although Torrington's levels were much higher. His cause of death was unknown, but evidence mostly points towards pneumonia by tuberculosis and probably lead poisoning. However, according to another article, tuberculosis was unlikely to have been the cause of death, nor cause the failure lf the Franklin Expedition. Upon examining his bones through x-rays, his skull was easier to examine than Hartnell's due to Braine's skull having less internal ice. According to the book "Human Mummies: A Global Survey of their Status and the Techniques of Conservation Vol. 3", he did show signs of "some frontal bossing" which meant he had a slight prominent forehead. His upper body did not have signs of old trauma, however, he was also discovered to have rat bites on his left side of his torso, which suggests that his body was kept on board far longer, giving ample time for rats to gnaw on the body and for his body to start decomposing. His spine had contorted and showed signs of angular kyphoscoliosis, which was consistent with Pott's Disease (tuberculosis in the bones).

As DJ ( @radiojamming ) suggests, this may have caused Braine's spine to painfully twist. According to the book, Braine may also had a history with Osgood-Schlatter Disease, which can cause pain somewhere in the lower part of the knee. Overall, he was in the worst condition compared to Hartnell. A popular theory arose which says that William Braine died in a sledge group, which may account for the longer time it took for him to be buried and why he was found to be in such disgusting condition. This was further noted in Kristina Gehrmann's graphic novel Im Eisland (Icebound). We may never know for certain why though.

What does this tell us about the Franklin Expedition?

Unfortunately, it tells us little as to what happened, but it told us more about the individual man's life. All of this that I have discussed came from a body. This also gives us insights as to what their lives may have been prior to the expedition until the end of their life. Death may be scary, but in some ways is beautiful. Death has probably been the best relief for all the fallen men of the Franklin Expedition. The men on Beechey suffered illnesses and died, which saved them from the terrible fate the expedition suffered, which makes us feel as if they are the lucky ones just like the 5 men discharged at Greenland. Either way, the 1984 and 1986 autopsies gave us insights into the lives of three men, who may seem unremarkable in their time as living people, but held a significant impact through their deaths and made us wonder what were they like when they lived. Either way, everyone has their own story.

William Braine was long gone but was not forgotten, along with John Hartnell, John Torrington and rescue member Thomas Morgan.

Let me know in the comments if I missed anything!

Sources: Human Mummies: A Global Survey of their Status and the Techniques of Conservation Vol. 3, Mummy Monday by DJ, A Case Study: Was William Braine of the 1845 Franklin Expedition a Victim of Tuberculosis?, reblogged source

[muraenide]

Faceclaim: Surtyr from Arknights.

Character introduction

Enma Ai Age: unknown Alias: Hell Girl, Lord of the Underworld Affiliated to Jade's modern verse, "The Chamber Of Dreams" but otherwise is an OC on her own.

Enma Ai, also known to Jade as "Eva" in his modern verse, is both his supervisor and manager after his death in his mortal life as Jade Leech. Shortly after Jade Leech makes his way to the Underworld, Enma Ai takes an interest in him and makes him one of her guard, the Black Impertience, commonly referred to by the human world as "Kurona" the Black Reaper. Jade had been working for Enma for several centuries when he broke a rule and violated a serious offense in the Underworld. In order to appease the rest of her subjects in the Underworld, Enma banished Jade to relive his mortal life of Jade Leech as "Jade" as an act of benevolence.

Enma's life: Enma herself was born somewhere in the human world as a girl named "Ai" who led a normal life until she was old enough to enter college at the age of 17. Ai had a boyfriend in college who was a drunkard and a drug addict. At some point, his friends dared him to cheat on her, and he did. After learning of his betrayal Ai confronted her boyfriend, resulting in him accidentally killing her in order to hide her body he and his friends buried her in a forest where it was never found. Unable to move on due to her grudge, she had to wander the world of the living. She witnessed her boyfriend and his friends' further murders of her parents when they came to look for her so that the search for her would stop and her missing case would remain unsolved.

At some point, AI took control of the Underworld and became known as Jigoku Shoujo or "Hell Girl", as she oversees the souls of the deceased to their paths into reincarnation, eternally waiting for the souls of the ones who wronged her so that she would kill them again herself and erase them for eternity.

Enma Ai served the Underworld for centuries, as time flows differently there. She places most of her trust in her two reapers, the Black and White Reapers of the Underworld, as they were the first ones who joined her in her eternal solitude as a constant of the Underworld. Occasionally, bored out of her wits Enma Ai would pay visits to the living world, usually college students as they were her last memories of her mortal life. Sometimes she sympathizes with girls who went through the same pain as she did, and offers to form a contract from time to time, that she would kill their cheating significant other in exchange for their souls 10 years after the agreement of the contract. But most of the time she portrays herself to be a resolute ruler who ruled the Underworld with an iron fist.

Enma is known to be a just and unbiased ruler of the Underworld, executing its rules without fail. Her reapers would also often describe her to be benevolent. Somewhere along the years, Jade noticed that Enma was no longer waiting for the souls of her boyfriend and his friends to avenge herself and her parents. Rather, her wish has changed to wanting to rid the mortal world of pain and suffering, and that wish is why she remained in the Underworld despite that souls who have learned to let go can often move on to be reincarnated.

"When a deal is struck, two graves are dug." Enma runs a service called "The Hotline To Hell" where anyone in the world who wants to employ her "services" can contact her either via her hotline or website. If she accepts the offer, she will show up by your balcony, in your bathroom, or even at the side of your bed to present you with a white straw doll with a string around its neck. Pulling the string officiates the deal, and a black heart-shaped mark will appear on the spot above and between your breasts. It's the mark of Enma Ai and it holds the contract the recipient has signed with her.

More world-building lore: On the same day the deal is struck ten years later, Enma will either come herself or send one of her Reapers to collect your soul. Souls that makes a deal with Enma Ai will not reincarnate into the next time, but serve as her employee for the rest of eternity. Enma is not known to abuse her employees, however, but the job IS known to be quite isolated. Reapers often suffer from loneliness and an inability to befriend anyone due to their immortal status. The Black and White Reapers, Enma Ai's left and right hand, who were former brothers in their mortal lives, were the only known exceptions as they have each other.

There are also exceptions when her Reapers are too depressed to continue their job as a Grim Reaper, Enma Ai pities them and thus releases their soul from her deals, and allows them to reincarnate as humans.

Enma does not usually possess the ability to determine which of the six paths of reincarnation a soul would be sent into, as the wheel itself would measure the deeds they've done in their mortal life and weigh their merit. The path of gods is reserved for those who have done only good things all their life, and is the path souls are reincarnated into the least. The paths of humans and demigods are neutral paths of reincarnation at best and meant for those who has done an equal share of both good and bad. The path of hungry ghosts, animals, and Hell is meant for those who have been horrible individuals during their mortal lives, weighed by the number of innocent souls they have hurt. The path of Hell, however, is a special path meant for the worse of the worse of mortals. Rather than be judged again and going through the wheel of reincarnation again after they die, souls who go to Hell do not reincarnate as they are sentenced to Hell for a total of one eon.

Sometimes Enma Ai visits them and watches as they are trapped in an endless loop of suffering until the end of their sentence, and she does not pity them.

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

What do you think of the first round results? Any predictions on what the #1 will wind up being based on it?

-✨️

Oh, number one is without a doubt going to be either Stuck Inside or Terrible Things. I was wrong with my guesses last time because there were so many huge bangers on the list but with a tournament half-composed of tiny artists no one's heard before, it wouldn't surprise me to see an undefeatable popularity sweep

That being said I actually have NO CLUE what any of the other rounds are going to look like!!! I didn't think some of these songs would be getting past round 1 but the support they got really surprised me! Graveyard Shift in particular was at the bottom of the bracket in terms of views and nominations and that SWEPT (though I'm hoping people who continue to support that song perhaps stop by for some others as well!)

There were DEFINITELY quite a few that surprised me, so let me go through the list real quick!

Bunny Boy winning the first poll was actually a huge surprise. I kind of fell in love with Let Me In so I didn't pay much attention to the other two at first, but a majority of the comments LOVED Bunny Boy and it was really fun to see that outpouring of support!

Pictures VS. Ruin was a surprise to me mostly because I figured Kyle Allen's reputation would give that song a boost. I loved both of these songs so much so I was on the edge of my seat to see if Ruin could pull through!

FIVE NIGHTS ACTUALLY MADE IT PAST ROUND 1 I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AT ALL with how much Close To Home also got beat, I wasn't expecting a rap song like the style FabvL does to get very far. But it's SUCH A BANGER I was so sure it would die (I feel bad for Human Shaped Grave though. I didn't realize until it was too late that the view count kind of put it into a weird spot next to two way more popular artists 😔 that's my bad)

Behind the Mask and This Is The Last Night were actually tied for a few days and I would have been SO happy if they both went through but Alas

LOVELY THINGS. IM SO SORRY. IM SO SORRY I DID THAT TO YOU BUT NO ONE ELSE STOOD A CHANCE AGAINST THE BEAST THAT IS STUCK INSIDE. YOU WERE THE ONLY HOPE TO KILL IT BEFORE IT DECIMATED THE COMPETITION not that I'd be upset if it won, it's a banger

Ruined Lullaby you put up a good fight 😔 the absolute bop that is the bridge could not save it but I'm glad it got as far as it did

I DID NOT THINK BLOOD RUNS THICKER WOULD WIN IM GONNA BE HONEST. The songs that move on in these tournaments usually have a particular style and this was not it but honestly I'm so glad it pulled through

I'm a little bummed You're Coming With Us didn't make it, solely cause I'm a sucker for vocaloid (shoutout to vocacircus for making constant bangers) but What Remains Of Me was SOOOO GOOD this one was HARD but I'm a vocaloid girlie at heart. It's okay YCWU I still love you

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH TO THE PERSON WHO ADVOCATED FOR TILT-A-WHIRL I WOULD HAVE BEEN SO SAD IF IT LOST ROUND 1 HOLY SHIT. YOU REALLY PULLED THROUGH no shade to FYSTBOL but it is first and foremost a silly meme song and Tilt-A-Whirl had so much passion in it 🥺

I can't say anything about Render Me Alive cause I haven't listened to it yet but I hope you guys liked it 👍

In My Eyes Now was winning the whole week so it was actually a HUGE shock to see What Lurks In Shadows pull through last minute. I'm not too upset about a Nightcove loss here since there's like 6 others on this side of the bracket but holy shit where did you all come from (thank you for voting I love you)

I did NOT think Mechanized And Alive would be winning for most of the week. I thought for sure the delivery on the second verse would harm it but no!!! Yall were surprisingly adamant about that one!!!

CHRONICLES OF BONNIE AND TREAT YOU RIGHT WERE CONSTANTLY A PERFECT 50/50 I WAS SO SCARED as much as I still have a grudge against scraton for making the original tournament so hard to organize, I did have to admit COB was surpsingly good and I'm glad it's moving on 💜

I KILLED COME PLAY. I FEEL SO GUILTY ABOUT IT TBH IM SO SORRY IT GOT PUT UP AGAINST A BEAST 41% against an APAngryPiggy song is not bad though!!! That's something to be proud of!!!

I was NOT expecting an absolutely DEVASTATING Bad Rabbit sweep for 5 days (IT WAS LIKE 85% IN A THREE WAY POLL!!!!) And I was even MORE not expecting Afton's Empire to ACTUALLY pull through this one was STRESSFUL to watch holy shit

Rip Like A Disguise 😔 you were never going to make it but at least I can say that I tried

I WAS NOT EXPECTING BURY ME IN METAL TO SWEEP. I THOUGHT I KILLED IT BY CONVINCING PEOPLE TO NOMINATE IT AND BOOSTING ITS POSITION IN THE RANKINGS. I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD WIN. HOLY SHIT

I knew the Big One of the right half being Terrible Things / Ballad Of The Walking Machines / The Mimic Song would be extremely difficult to vote for and I did debate it with my sister for a solid 15 minutes. Terrible Things not only winning, but winning by that much was NOT something I thought would happen. Oh my god. That was wild

I honestly thought Endless Nights being a homage to a bunch of different eras of fnaf music would push it farther tbh!! It's really cool! Not upset over another Tynado W tho (and if anyone knows the names of all the artists/songs referenced in Endless Nights, I'd really love a list! I only caught about half)

I'm going to be entirely honest here. When I saw Take Me Home, A Silicon Soul, and Hand And Eye put together, I thought it was going to be an EASY win for Take Me Home. I'm not a fan of the other two (didn't even finish listening to Hand And Eye), but it was really cool seeing the surprising amount of love that one got! Maybe I'll have to give it another shot

I'm SO sorry to Run but I couldn't let Far Too Long die here without a fight. It's such an icon and it's a banger but Run was SO FUN I was actually really having a hard time voting on this one

Okay. So Five Unholy Nights was near the BOTTOM of the list. It only got nominated once and had one of the least amount of views from ANY of the songs. So when I listened to it the first time and instantly fell in love, I was SO scared. It's one of the least popular ones here in terms of view count and I didn't want it to die!!!!! Apparently I didn't need to worry. Holy shit you guys

I think that's everything I have thoughts on? Sorry I accidentally used your ask as my post about the music for this round you just asked for my opinions and thoughts and I happen to have a lot of those 💜 can't wait to see how round 2 goes!!!!! I'll get it set up asap!

[rhaenys-queenofkhyrulzz]

You don't understand how feral I am for a Seonhwi Om Shanti Om AU. Hear me out.

If you haven't watched the movie, watch this song here where it explains stuff before you read my fic plan:

Hwi is Om (guy who comes down on the chair) . Seon-ho is Shanti Priya/Sandy (main girl in the mask/girl in the performance). Bang-won is Mukesh (grey suit ponytail guy from the beginning/treacherous man in the performance). Just tell me I'm wrong.

This is a reincarnation story so of you want to understand it in detail, I do recommend you watch the movie first. Now on to the story:

It's the 1977. Colourful clothes and sideburns and slicked back hair and glamour.

Seon-ho is a famous movie star. Hwi is just a regular man of a poorer caste who acts as an extra in films. Can you guess who his idol is? Yeah, it's Nam Seon-ho. Whose poster does he have in his room? Nam Seon-ho. He lives with his sister Yeon and friend Chi-do.

There's a premiere for Seon-ho's new movie that night and Hwi dresses up in his brand new suit to go see him enter the ciniplex. As Seon-ho exits the limo, everyone's eyes are on him, glamorous as always in his navy blue suit and long signature scarf. Hwi is clapping on the other side of the red velvet rope but somehow, the scarf hooks onto his watch. Seon-ho keeps on smiling, walking forward and waving while all Hwi can do is watch mesmerized as he's pulled along.

At the end of the red carpet, Seon-ho finally turns around and sees Hwi behind him. That's the first time they meet. Seon-ho, albeit confused, smiles at Hwi before noticing their point of connection. He unhooks the scarf, their fingers lightly brushing, before turning around and entering the building. Hwi is still standing there awestruck by the time a security guard (aka my bby Sung-rok) moves him away. Later that night, a drunk Hwi makes a speech to his friend Chi-do maybe idolising Seon-ho a bit more than what was entirely just straight admiration. (Bro should I make this an omegaverse au??? For some reason I think that'd make this have more depth. Okay, yeah it's an omegaverse au now. Hwi is a beta and he thinks Seon-ho is too)

Hwi and Seon-ho somehow meet again after that when Hwi is working as an extra in one of Seon-ho's films. There's a fire on set and Hwi jumps into the flames to save him. Afterwards, the two become friends.

Cue bonding and dancing and things going too well for the while. Did I mention the company they're both working under is owned by rich movie producer Bang-won?

Hwi decides to confess his feelings. He goes back to the set that evening but ends up in some back room. There's a vent in there and he can see into the room below. It's Seon-ho's dressing room. Hwi was going to turn away when he saw Bang-won was in there too. He watches transfixed as his world turns upside down.

Seon-ho and Bang-won have been married this whole time. Bang-won, a controlling alpha asshole, is trying to get Seon-ho to star in a new movie but he doesn't want to. Seon-ho tells him that he's pregnant and that he wants to finally just reveal their marriage to the public. Bang-won lashes out saying that no one will ever want to hire a married omega in the film industry ever again and that he has just dug both their graves.

Tears are streaming down Hwi's face as he runs out of the building.

He decides to go back to set a few nights later after dodging Seon-ho's calls to come clean and return a snow globe he'd given him, ending things before he can get hurt further. "It's for the best," he tells himself.

As Seon-ho is waiting outside set, Bang-won comes up to him and calls him inside. They see the grand new ballroom set that they'd created for this next movie. The chandelier sparkles above. Bang-won says that they'll finally reveal their marriage and host a marriage renewal ceremony with press in that set. Seon-ho is overjoyed until Bang-won destroys that illusion that brings reality down on him harshly. He yanks Seon-ho to the stairs and throws him against it, saying that he can't allow Seon-ho to reveal this secret nor can he allow their child to be born. Bang-won throws his still lit cigarette to the ground and the place catches on fire. He walks out and locks the door, leaving Seon-ho in the still burning building to bang on the door, begging to be free. Bang-won tells some goons of his not to let anyone interfere until the building is nothing but ashes.

At this point, Hwi reaches the building sees the flames. He runs to the door and comes face to face with Seon-ho through a small glass panel. They're both crying and trying to get to each other but nothing is working.

Hwi is suddenly pulled backwards by one of Bang-won's thugs. They beat him up and the snow globe goes flying into the water fountain nearby. Seon-ho cries because there's nothing he can do. He watches his (he startlingly realises) beloved get hurt and there's nothing he can do.

The fire gets to such a point where the building explodes. Hwi is thrown down the road, barely clinging to his life. He makes a promise to whichever power up above that if he's reborn, he will use all his assets to take revenge on Bang-won for doing all this.

A car comes up and they stop when they see his still form. The couple inside (Mun-bok and Hwa-wol) are shocked and rush him to the hospital where they were headed regardless since Hwa-wol is in labor.

In one room, they charge the defibrillators. They increase the strength each time, hoping it works. In another, Hwa-wol is groaning as she keeps pushing. The moment Hwi flatlines is the moment her son is born. They name him in honor of the man who met such a horrible end.

30 years later- 2007

Hwi the big movie star wakes up on his birthday with fans screaming for him outside. In this lifetime, he's the son of a hotshot doctor and has had most things handed to him. He's a bit arrogant- huge contrast to the sweet lovable Hwi from his past life.

For his newest movie, they go to an old abandoned set today. It's the burnt down building where superstar Nam Seon-ho's last movie was going to take place. Hwi feels a chill in his spine. He never liked fire. And the place has an odd familiarity to it. He goes over to the fountain and picks up p a broken snow globe.

Suddenly, an old woman is outside screaming "that's my brother! Hwi, please remember me!" Guards have to take her away. Hwi is saddened each time and he can never tell why that woman's presence affects him so.

Fast forward to that night where his dad is hiding a big party for him. Everything is going well until he sees this one man walking towards him and memories start flooding back in of his past life. He remembers everything. He shakes Bang-won's hand and feels sick.

Hwi makes a conscious decision to better himself once he remembers his dying promise. He seeks out the old woman and remembers that it's Yeon. She and Chi-do are overjoyed and help in his revenge plot.

Hwi plans to get closer to Bang-won and gets him to agree to make that one movie with him that changed his fortune forever: Seon-ho's last one that was never shot. At first Bang-won is reluctant but he agrees.

Hwi and team plan to make Bang-won think Seon-ho's spirit has returned to haunt him so they can record his confession and get him to pay for his crimes. They look for actors but none them fit. Until...

One of them is the spitting image of Seon-ho. It's as if that is Seon-ho himself reincarnated. He doesn't remember anything though. He's completely clumsy and acts nothing like the original Seon-ho. But that's okay, they have their star.

It's the big night. They've fixed over the set until it looked brand new and have invited all the press possible. Chi-do and Yeon are in a room with security cameras watching everything go down. Seon-ho puts on his masquerade outfit and one of the old Seon-ho's signature scarfs. Bang-won arrives and Hwi pumps his fist in the air.

The performance goes on and theyre scaring Bang-won but then he turns to leave. Hwi stops him in the nick of time. The song crescendos. Seon-ho's arm got cut on a candelabra and with the blood, Bang won realizes he's being tricked. He runs after Seon-ho who just manages to hide in the security camera room again, but then the door won't get open. He panics because he can't miss his cue or everything will have been for nothing

In the crowd downstairs, a smaller chandelier falls and people run outside screaming. A fire starts and then it's Bang-won and Hwi alone in the burning building.

Hwi reveals that he knows everything and Bang-won laughs saying no one will ever find out. On the grand steps, they see Seon-ho coming towards them. Hwi motions for him to go back but then then realises that it's actually Seon-ho's spirit. Bang-won is scared for real now. Seon-ho's words haunt him as the memories flash before his eyes. Seon-ho tells Hwi how Bang-won returned after the fire had burnt out to bury his burnt, still breathing body under the floor beneath the chandelier.

The fire roars around them and Seon-ho makes the chandelier fall, crushing Bang-won. Tears stream down Hwi's face as he looks at Seon-ho one last time. Seon-ho thanks him and tells him that he loves him too. They both smile and then Seon-ho is disappearing into the light. The fires all extinguish themselves instantly and then the reincarnated Seon-ho Chi-do are running towards him. Hwi hugs Seon-ho as he apologizes for not coming sooner but Hwi only shushes and hugs him tighter.

Hwi later tells the press about Bang-won's crimes and they reveal it to the public, achieving what they set out to do. He and Seon-ho get together and then Seon-ho regains his memories. They confess their love and live happily ever after. The end.

Oh wait. End credits song and dance sequence ofc. But since this is a fic, I'll probs make a soft epilogue.

Now here's another vid to visualize. Same characters as in the first vid

If you made it this far, should I make it an actual fic?

[truthdogg]

There is nothing you can show the MAGA faithful that will change their opinion of Trump. There is no video, no recording, nothing, that will change it. And here’s why: the unique appeals of Trump have tapped into a unique need within the movement that led to an undying, cultish devotion. By now, they have so solidly intertwined their identities with supporting Trump that politically, economically, and socially, there is no going back.

The hope that this might not be the case is grounded in some very basic and very wrong assumptions. Among them is the idea that stated principles, and principles that have supposedly formed the foundation of the United States, have been real all along.

Again. This is wrong.

Read it all. Sexton’s message is important to understand, especially if we want the United States to move forward intact.

However, I would take his central point a bit further, because I believe there is a traditional American ideology and mindset at work here. To do that, let’s look back a bit.

The American Civil War was fought over slavery, and a state’s right to make it legal. That is the singular issue that galvanized the Confederacy into seceding. In that conflict, both of the opposing sides fully believed they were the true inheritors of the nation and its founding principles, and because the country was built on a shaky compromise, both sides were correct.

One idea of America, represented by e pluribus unum and “all men are created equal,” strives to build a more just and equitable society over time. This has been a long struggle, as everyone knows, but to its supporters it is the promise of the nation’s founding documents, that we will continue toward a “more perfect union.” This idea of America is embraced by most of today’s media and is leaned on heavily for our moral authority. It is self-congratulatory at the same time that it is self-critical.

The opposing idea of America, of white domination, was also part of its founding documents. It is the one that refers to the “savage” and the “slave,” the one that very clearly only allowed wealthy landowning aristocracy to vote. It is the one that preached “kill the Indian and save the man,” that regularly overturned elections it did not like, and that promoted an “individualism” designed to increase the power of wealth. This was the America of post-Reconstruction and of John Wayne characters who said, “never apologize, it makes you look weak.” It is the rarely seen third verse of the national anthem:

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion

A home and a Country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Those two opposing ideas of America have been shakily held together since the country’s founding. They almost guaranteed that the nation could not exist, but instead were both written into the founding documents. 150 years ago they almost broke it apart, but instead both were solidified. They are threatening do so again, with a new “national divorce” that would kill far, far more people than the first one. The original compromise was a one of foundational morals and principles, and it is still a massive problem because it is never fully addressed.

During the civil war, the “more perfect union” held sway, and Union troops prevailed, but to keep the country together afterward, the Confederacy’s idea of white domination was embraced nationwide. Francis Scott Key’s lyrics weren’t adopted until 1931, long after his “hirelings and slaves” were given a bit of refuge. The keynote speaker at the 1920s dedication of the Stone Mountain (Georgia) Klan Monument was the mayor of New York City—in 1970 it was Vice President Spiro Agnew. The Civil Rights Act, when it finally came, was another salvo in this ideological struggle, and it created another backlash that has kept this shaky balance in place. The election of Barack Obama (as well as his competence & lack of scandal) was yet another blow against those confederate ideals that helped build the support of Donald Trump.

It’s easy for those of us on one side or the other of this ideological divide to believe the other is a tiny minority, but it’s not and it never has been. The United States’ creation was a craftily worded set of documents that has always pretended both sides were right, while both never could be. Imagine its supporters heading back home to South Carolina or Vermont to describe it to their state legislatures. There is simply no way they sold it by focusing on the same issues; they sold it the same two fully distinct ways we see it today. This is why “originalism” as a legal construct is such a farce, and why we keep having the same problems.

The contradictions were purposefully baked into the cake in order to shift power from a king across the ocean to a handful of wealthy local merchants and landowners. As blunt as that sounds, that’s the only part of the founding documents both sides could fully embrace.

So what is there to do now?

Know your opponent. Understand that this mindset opposing democracy, opposing a republic and seeking rule by strongman, isn’t new. It’s supporters cannot be shamed because they have a vastly different idea of what being an American even is. The Trump cult does not care that he is corrupt, that he routinely breaks the law, or frankly even whether or not he’s competent. Arguments to that effect are a waste of your time when they are coming from a mindset that craves aristocratic rule and believes it will benefit them. They care about their “side” having power, and about white cultural supremacy, and that’s it.

[hectormcfilm]

Saltburn

WOW. I had incredibly high expectations for this film going in and this is overall probably my second most anticipated film of the year, only second to Across the spider verse. I thought each trailer for this film was captivating and incredible, showing off the beautiful cinematography without giving away the plot and keeping mysteries hidden. Despite my high excitement and anticipation this film exceeded my already high expectations.

To start off with this film is simply gorgeous. The aspect ratio of this film is 1.33:1 which the director herself claims is to give an intruding sense to the film, make the audience feel like they are peeping in and only catching some of what is happening, it is genius. The saturation is great making all the colours really pop as shown in the images I've used the pinks and reds are visually striking. There are multiple reflection shots including the dinning table and also the river, these shots are the most obviously beautiful but there are gorgeous shots constantly, even simple close ups have such memorable lighting, the film having multiple scenes in clubs and parties allowing for intense blue, red and green lighting.

The plot and twists will be the most admired part of this film for sure. At first it seems like a simple story of an unlikely friendship between Felix and Oliver, a popular boy and a nerd at university together, they learn each others secrets and grow closer through their time at university. Oliver reveals his parents trouble with addiction and his desire to never return home leading to him going to Saltburn with Felix. Tensions rise in Saltburn as Oliver has sex with Felix's sister and has a rivalry with Farley. When watching the trailers I predicted the twist would be that the residents of Saltburn were some sort of cult Oliver had been dragged into, something reminiscent of Get Out... Oh was I wrong. The first twist reveals Oliver had lied about his entire family life, he has a stable wealthy family that loves him and multiple siblings, he was never an abused only child. Oliver pleads with Felix telling him he wanted to seem interesting and put on a performance for him, this twist makes Oliver seem very unlikeable and manipulative, making the audience question his decisions throughout the film. Before this reveal the film was doing an excellent job as illustrating the evolution of his character, changing from a shy nerd into someone bold and manipulative, having sex with both Farley and Felix's sister, he becomes more confident in himself. Then each member of the family begins to die, Felix seemingly dies of alcohol poisoning or an overdose, Venetia commits suicide, the father then dies of old age years after as the mother reconnects with Oliver after all that time. We then reach the REAL twist, Oliver unplugs the mother's life support and its revealed he caused every death, he forged an email so Farley would get kicked out and tricked everyone the entire film, Oliver acts as a perfect wolf with sheep's clothing and Barry Keoghan provides an excellent performance that portrays his hatred yet deep disturbing love for Felix and the family.

All the performances are great, especially Barry Keoghan himself and Rosemond Pike. The side cast of this film is stacked having Reese Shearsmith, Carey Mulligan, Richard E Grant and even Aemon's actor from House of the Dragon, a very talented main and side cast.

The one major problem I can see people having with this film is the very overtly sexual aspects. There are multiple masturbation scenes, including one of Oliver stripping down and masturbating over Felix's grave, these scenes are long and don't hide anything. They are very disturbing and weird but fit with the character and portray him as a psychotic freak, I think these scenes work because they aren't glorified. A good direct comparison for me is Call me By your Name's peach scene and Saltburn's bath scene. In Call me by your name Chalamet's character has sex with a peach and the audience is show most of it, then his love interest comes in, grabs the peach and begins sucking it, this scene is weird and disgusting and feels out of place in a film so focused on romance. Comparatively, Saltburn has Felix masturbate in the bath then leave, Oliver then begins sucking the left over water up. Despite these scenes seeming similar Saltburn works as it presents how obsessive and strange Oliver is, foreshadowing and building towards the reveal of his psychotic actions. The framing of this scene also presents it as a terrible act, having intense close ups and suspenseful music.

Saltburn is sinister, surreal, sexual and sensational.