SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith

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Stranger Things
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
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SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn
T.H. White, in his 1958 retelling of the Arthurian legend in Once and Future King
Moonstruck (1987)
you could be the smartest person in the world but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t have a yaoi soul
Conclave Severance au where the Cardinals leave the sequester and forget they're even Catholic.
Dog Years
by Michael Bazzett
We’re all aware that when we are walking the dog, and he spends an hour lovingly sniffing posts and tufts, and we then return home and his tongue hangs from his panting mouth,
that somehow seven hours have passed for him, which means that, allotting time for grieving, our lives consist of maybe five dogs, and when we clutch the slack skin behind a puppy’s ear, when
we gather up that impossibly soft coat into our fists, part of the stabbing intensity of our grip comes from grief. Right there. Even as that soft pink tongue is licking you. But what we do not
consider often enough is that old-growth maples peer down at us in the same way, bewildered by how soon we are gone, how little we grasp while we’re here, at our odd rootless ways of love.
Current haladriel/saurondriel wips, do not repost! (Reblogs are ok though🫶)
Palazzo Biscari, Catania, Sicilia, Italia.
An old loft in a decayed barn. [5312x2988]
been reading the Gormenghast books........so crazy. lots of scenes worth illustrating!
MAGICIAN Lexie Liu (2022)
do NOT sort by kudos the real play is to find the most prolific writers in the hockey rpf tag and go to their profile to see if they’ve written a single bizarrely high-quality fic for the fandom you’re actually looking for
“My first end-of-life patient was a 97-year-old man. He had a much younger girlfriend; she was seventy-four. But they loved each other so much. Back when their spouses were still alive, the four of them had been great friends. They would double date together. And when their spouses passed away, the two of them became a thing. Every day she would come over for lunch. I’d always cook a little meal for them. I’d prepare the table; I’d lay out my little candles and my little flowers. As soon as she arrived I’d put on music and dim the lights, then I’d leave the room and go wait in the bedroom. They would cuddle and snuggle. And the beauty of it was, even though he couldn’t control his fluids at that point, she never minded the smell. Her love for him was so great that they would still kiss and all that good stuff. When the doctors said that it was time for him to go to hospice, he said he didn’t want to go. He told them that he wanted to come back home and die with me. I was with him in the end. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. One week after his passing I was hired by his girlfriend’s family. She had terminal Alzheimer’s, and I ended up staying with her for seven years. I fell in love with her. We were family, just family. She used to be a tap dancer. We’d sing together. And if she didn’t feel like singing, I’d sing. Even near the end, she always knew when something was wrong with me. When I wasn’t being the Gabby that she knew, she would always know. When the doctors said it was time for her to go to hospice, her children said: ‘We want her to die with Gabby.’ In the final days she wouldn’t eat, she’d lock her jaw. But she would always eat for me. One night I could see the fright in her eyes, and I knew it was time. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. So I climbed under the covers with her. And she passed away in my arms.”
Return from the Stars, by Stanislaw Lem, published 1961.
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