occasionally subtle
Love Begins
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Not today Justin
EXPECTATIONS
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
noise dept.
roma★
pixel skylines
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
oozey mess
KIROKAZE
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
shark vs the universe
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@branwyn-the-half-witch
i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did
You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette
the love song of st. sebastian by ts eliot or the reichenbach falls
look, I don't know what this is except a loose bag of metaphor, but let me jingle it at you anyways
(the bow knows nothing more than the firm grasp of a warm hand, the arrow knows nothing except the world passing by, and sebastian knows nothing except exquisite pain and absolute devotion)
(the archer knows his target and fires anyways)
Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm.
HAPPY TURPIN DAY!!
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Dóns!!
Part of the argument for Ryder is he has more clearly stated opinions and beliefs, so therefore as an audience know him more fully. He tells us again and again who he is.
Tom isn’t a collection of beliefs. He’s a mess who Mary accidentally activated on high when they smashed into each other trying to leave that living room. He’s a storm of passion and chaos that has never been put into words because if he really tried he’d start crying in front of everyone.
I get this. Other people have seemed so *clear.* Like they emerged from the ocean on a shell shouting out their lifelong core feelings thoughts and beliefs. I want quiet messes who can’t express themselves because their feelings and thoughts deserve the right words they can’t ever fully find to be the ones who get to have love returned. I connect with Tom’s need to express himself in other people’s words. It’s one of the more autism-coded aspects of Tom. And maybe that’s what rings something in Mary. I connect with Tom’s compartmentalizing of his life. I resonate with the experience of aching for an extraordinary, poetic love while simultaneously seeming perfectly fine with the ordinary coupling that he sends to have been assigned.
We know Tom through his actions and his behavior.
He makes one big proclamation about himself regarding the law as his profession and poetry as his passion. He has said this many times to himself to the point it is a personal creed and it holds him together, this uneven duality that sort of encompasses his life up until Mary.
Petition to stop retouchers removing his freckles. Please.
James Moriarty: stages of obsession :)
Mrs. Gardiner said 💬 I might find🗺️ you here. 📍
Miss Bennet, 👩I—😗
Where ⁉️ have you been?🤨
Yorkshire.🐏🏡🖼️
😠What do you mean Yorkshire?🐏🏡🖼️ You can’t🚫 just say 🤷♀️Yorkshire.🤷♀️
As if Yorkshire is an entirely reasonable👎 explanation for your very sudden💥 and somewhat lengthy🕰️ disappearance.🫥After what you said 💬 🥺—I’m sorry😞 Mary please 🙏 please let me explain 😮💨
Well 🤨 you’re here now.👇 Mr Hayward. 👨🦱🎩 Do go on.🧍♀️🧍♂️
When we were in the Lakes,🛶💕 the legal matter that Mr. Ryder🙇♂️ asked me to attend to was his inheriting💰😳 the fortune of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.👵🏰
And I knew🤝💔 quite clearly😞 from Ryder’s incredibly irritating 😠behaviour that he had a liking for you,🫵 as I also had. 💔As I also have.🥺
It is such a liking,💕 in fact,☝️ that when I learned🧠 of Mr. Ryder’s good fortune💸 and his plan📋 to make you an offer of marriage,💍 I thought…💭 I thought😔 it in your best interest🫶 that I graciously step👞 aside.✌️😢
Nevertheless,🙅♂️ my actions in the mountains—⛰️
You🫵 thought💭⁉️ it in my best interests🤨 to graciously step aside?😠 So your disappearance🫥 was, in fact,☝️ you🫵 being gracious🕊️ to me?🙄
👊 ah!😮 🖐️💥 ah! Miss—🫨
You👨🦱🎩 and Mr. Ryder,🤦♂️💰 👉between you,👈 thought🙄 that you would just decide✅ on my fate🎱 and I would just accept👍 it?🙅♀️
Like I’m a grateful cat?!🐈
If you put it like that,🤔 it does not sound good.😰
Why❓ didn’t you just ask🧐 me what I thought?💭
I was reading📖 between the lines.📊😐
There were no❌lines📊, Mr. Hayward!👨🦱🎩
📣THERE🚫WERE🚫NO🚫LINES!❌📊❌
I know☹️ I will never🙅♂️ be able to offer🤲 you what Mr. Ryder can.😔
I have had to work💪 for everything🙌 that I have,💷 and… and I thought😗 you deserved👑 better than that…That you🥺 deserved better than me.😭
But now I realise,💡 I will not know🧐 what you want unless I ask.😤
So I must👊 tell you🗣️ I cannot offer🫴 you great wealth💰—or Italy🇮🇹—but I can offer🤲 you my love❤️ and my devotion🤝. And my hope🤞 to build a family🧑🧑🧒🧒 one day.☀️
Mr. Hayward🥺… if you had asked❓me what I wanted,💝 I would have told🗣️ you🫵 I never wanted Mr. Ryder.🙅♀️ I have ❌never❌ loved Mr. Ryder.❌
I ❤️love you.🫰🥹 I have only☝️❗️ever❗️loved❗️you.😚💕
😍I love🥹you💞
I have always♾️ loved you🥰 from the very first 1️⃣ time I caught 👀 you playing graces🎀 on your own,🧍♀️ when you thought no one was at home.☺️
I have spent my life on the outside🪟 of things,🔒 but with you😮💨 I am right in the middle📍 of it all.💓
Mary Bennet,🙋♀️📚 would you do me👨🦱🎩 the very great honour🏅 of becoming my wife?👰♀️🤞
Yes.😍 Yes.💋‼️
That was a yes,👍 by the way, Mr. Hayward,🙌 in case you didn’t catch it.😉😘
Mary,🥰🌹 I think now that we have kissed☝️💋 you could probably call me Tom.🤵♂️😍💖
I hate that the "x reader" or "x Y/N" style of fanfic has become sooooo popular, partially because it's just not for me and partially because they clog general non-fic related tags and those authors seem allergic to the "read more" function on this website, but ALSO because I believe that you should have to go through the trouble of creating an absolutely batshit self-insert character, with a backstory that makes no sense and a name that doesn't really gel with the aesthetics of the universe. Legolas and Aragorn should be in a love triangle with Kylie, the angsty sixteen year old half-human half-elf and inexplicable tenth member of the Fellowship. Do the WORK. If everyone was doing "Y/N" nonsense back in the day, there would be no Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, or probably Bella Swan. These are important women. They deserve to be named, confusingly and with no regard for the fictional world they inhabit.
"Mountain Climbing Horror Stories" by SoysenSyndrome
Big bird. 10/10
Commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivializes. It proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their action to violence, their actors to dolls, and their truth-telling to sentimental platitude.
All times are changing times, but ours is one of massive, rapid moral and mental transformation. Archetypes turn into millstones, large simplicities get complicated, chaos becomes elegant, and what everybody knows is true turns out to be what some people used to think.
It’s unsettling. For all our delight in the impermanent, the entrancing flicker of electronics, we also long for the unalterable.
We cherish the old stories for their changelessness. Arthur dreams eternally in Avalon. Bilbo can go “there and back again,” and there is always the beloved familiar Shire. Don Quixote sets out forever to kill a windmill… So people turn to the realms of fantasy for stability, ancient truths, immutable simplicities.
And the mills of capitalism provide them. Supply meets demand. Fantasy becomes a commodity, an industry.
Commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivializes. It proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their action to violence, their actors to dolls, and their truth-telling to sentimental platitude. Heroes brandish their swords, lasers, wands, as mechanically as combine harvesters, reaping profits. Profoundly disturbing moral choices are sanitized, made cute, made safe. The passionately conceived ideas of the great story-tellers are copied, stereotyped, reduced to toys, molded in bright-colored plastic, advertised, sold, broken, junked, replaceable, interchangeable.
What the commodifiers of fantasy count on and exploit is the insuperable imagination of the reader, child or adult, which gives even these dead things life—of a sort, for a while.
Imagination like all living things lives now, and it lives with, from, on true change. Like all we do and have, it can be co-opted and degraded; but it survives commercial and didactic exploitation. The land outlasts the empires. The conquerors may leave desert where there was forest and meadow, but the rain will fall, the rivers will run to the sea. The unstable, mutable, untruthful realms of Once-upon-a-time are as much a part of human history and thought as the nations in our kaleidoscopic atlases, and some are more enduring.
We have inhabited both the actual and the imaginary realms for a long time. But we don’t live in either place the way our parents or ancestors did. Enchantment alters with age, and with the age.
We know a dozen different Arthurs now, all of them true. The Shire changed irrevocably even in Bilbos lifetime. Don Quixote went riding out to Argentina and met Jorge Luis Borges there. Plus c’est la meme chose, plus fa change.
From Ursula K. LeGuin’s foreword to her 2001 collection Tales from Earthsea.
the ONE thing that is annoying me most about the Wuthering Heights criticism is everyone saying “Wuthering Heights is not a romance, ughh how could anyone see the story as romantic, it’s not meant to be romaaaantic”
Like, yes it is. The love between Heathcliff and Cathy is there. It is a tragic story about their selfish, destructive, unconsummated love for each other.
The classist, racist society around them made their love for each other impossible, not because of any one character alone but simply because of who they are in the world they live in. Society is a villain. It begets the abuse, the anger, the cycle of violence and revenge.
The constraints of societal expectations and norms, internalized by Cathy in particular, are what ultimately deprive them of their love for one other.
Cathy is allowed to run wild as a child and is more or less unrestricted by the typical societal expectations of someone of her position. In her youth, she doesn’t see this wild and carefree part of herself as something to be ashamed of until she meets the Lintons.
After meeting Edgar and Isabella, Cathy becomes ashamed of herself and ultimately ashamed of Heathcliff, as a reflection of the most personal, intimate and unencumbered parts of herself. The parts that society thus asks to be exchanged for acceptance.
But unlike Cathy, Heathcliff doesn’t have the luxury of just deciding one day to fit in. His otherness is insurmountable and therefore the choice has to be made. Join society, be respected, secure yourself or give in to love.
Cathy is SO young in this story. She is incredibly sheltered and naive which makes her spoiled, entitled, crass and cruel. She never stops being that way because she never stops rejecting the expectations of society. She cannot let go of that part of herself that loves Heathcliff and loved being free as a child.
She is literally driven mad by having to participate in the role society expects of her (childbirth leading to infection) and ultimately she dies a young girl, heartbroken and longing to be free.
Healthcliff and Cathy’s love is so interlaced into who they are, she haunts his every thought even after she’s died.
I’m not saying anyone should model their love life after it, but it is a beautifully crafted, tragic love story and that is not at all where the criticism of the movie should be coming from, there is plenty real criticism for it !
The tags pretty much sum up my views on a whole. WH is a fluid story with a plethora of themes that are all interconnected in a web with romance being one of them. Any attempt to confine it within one specific genre would be detrimental.
by @kcrabb88
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FIRST KILL Young Sherlock | 1.07 The Case of the Two Corners
Moriarty-ish lifehacks 😈
(On a side note: having a new hyperfixation is very stimulating, at least in my case, because I tend to speedrun my daily tasks to commit to it in full 😉)
just made my roommates watch Hadestown West End because I’m spreading the gospel of Dónal Finn
As requested by @ecoustsaintmein. Beautiful stuff.
