Si dijera que te odio, ¿me creerías? Porque realmente te odio ¡Es que quién demonios abandona a alguno de sus compañeros de esa forma a manos de un dragón! Sé que no teníamos oportunidad, aún así, ¿quién corre sin siquiera mirar atrás? Voltee suplicando tu ayuda y solo vi tu silueta perderse entre los arboles. No sé qué me dolió más, mi carne molida tras un solo golpe de esa bestia o el saber que me abandonaste.
¿Qué pensaste cuando corriste? ¿Alcanzaste a ver mi rostro lleno de terror cuando en el piso pedía tu ayuda y tú decidiste darme la espalda? ¿O desde que te marchaste no he perturbado tu pensar?
Sobreviví. Aquel día, contra todo pronóstico maté al dragón. No puedo negar la suerte que jugó en mi victoria. Cuando yo y el cadaver del dragón yacíamos entre la tierra y la sombra de los árboles tú seguramente ya estabas en un lugar seguro. Ni siquiera mandaste ayuda, ni siquiera regresaste. Solo te fuiste ¿Es que acaso diste mi cadaver como un hecho?
Más difícil que lo imposible fue haber tenido que sobrevivir en aquel bosque cuando yo ya no tenía nada. Comí la carne del dragón, ¿qué más podía hacer? Pregúntame cuál es el sabor de la desesperación y te describiré con lujo de detalles el sabor de aquel dragón oscuro, tenlo por seguro que no es un sabor agradable.
Tal vez muchos hubieran preferido la muerte que tener que experimentar aquella corrupción, ¿te digo como se siente tu propia sangre circular como veneno por tus venas? Era horrible ver mi propia piel partirse, aún más horrible era sentirlo. Una sensación de muerte inevitable, cada órgano de mi cuerpo dejó de funcionar, la sensación de completo vacío que me aseguraba que aquí iba a morir ¿Sabías que el miedo a la asfixia es un miedo primario? Aún bestias que no conocen el miedo muestran terror en sus ojos cuando no pueden respirar. Yo no podía respirar y mi corazón quería escapar. Aún así, no solo sobreviví al dragón vivo, sobreviví a comer su carne ¿Cuál es la posibilidad de eso? Supongo que agoté mi suerte de por vida.
Debo admitir que el poder del dragón oscuro es diferente a cualquier cosa que hemos estudiado, solo es algo que siento en cada golpe. Los guerreros más diestros seguramente lo consideran injusto comparado con el poder humano convencional. Yo no sabía que hacer, lo primero que pensé fue venganza, quería vengarme de ti. Luego, con cada día que pasaba, con cada lugar al que iba mi odio solo crecía, pero no solo contra ti, sino contra todo el mundo. Pedía agua o comida y me arrojaban piedras. No veían mi humanidad, solo era un monstruo más. Descubrí que las personas son lo que son porque otros lo reafirman. Un padre es un padre porque tiene hijos que lo obedecen, un mercader es un mercader porque tiene clientes que le compran, un caballero es un caballero porque tiene un rey a quien servir. Yo solía ser una hija, una amiga, una aprendiz, en un solo acto ya no era nada. Excluida, renegada, una paria.
¿Qué opción tiene un individuo cuando la única compañía que le quedan son los monstruos se supone aprendió a aniquilar? Cuando tus aliados te dan la espalda vas al único bando que no te muerde. Querían un monstruo y fue lo que obtuvieron de mí.
"didn't they already do this with—" no. put them in a slasher film. put them in a BLOODBATH. put this van full of weirdoes in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario i have FAITH in them
not Saw specifically but a slasher with a legit body count. Summer camp slashers are overplayed but I think it really works because it's the type of thing the Scooby gang WOULD get caught up in.
like some of the counselors didn't show up (got got) so the head counselor calls his younger cousin to see if him and his friends can fill in last minute. They show up and they're a bunch of nerds, one of them even has an anxiety dog, and they don't have a big role at first. It seems like the movie is setting them up as cannon fodder.
and then the deaths start and suddenly the nerds are locked the fuck in. The little one with the glasses actually fixed the phone line and is taking stock of all their supplies in case the vehicles go out. The counselor's cousin who seemed like a himbo has set up a perimeter and made makeshift alarms for all the doors and windows, knows all the entry points. The anxious one and his dog are keeping the mood up with the snacks and activities that were supposed to be for the kids, making sure nobody panics and starts making dumb decisions. Somebody tried to grab the redhead and she flipped him over and had him zip-tied before anybody noticed. Weren't they a D&D group or something? What is happening???
saw obsession recently and i could genuinely talk about the substance of this movie for hours, it’s such a good representation of men stripping away a woman’s autonomy so she can be what he wants her to be UGH
When I went to see it a bunch of men were loudly making absurd and sexually offensive jokes in the first half of the movie until the cinema staff had to put a stop to it, the horror of the movie was 4D.
Headcannon that Pyrrha did not like Weiss at first, but was too nice to say so. Not due to jealousy over Jaune or anything like that, but because Weiss immediately does exactly what Pyrrha explains in Vol 2 she doesn't like. She puts Pyrrha up on a pedestal. She talks up Pyrrha's skill and fame and decides, for Pyrrha, that Jaune's not good enough for her. Talk about a bad first impression.
Even funnier if you interpret Weiss as having a crush on Pyrrha. Her stated reason for rejecting Jaune is because boys only want the perks of her last name and she assumes Jaune is the same. However, Weiss initially does, rather hypocritically, think of Pyrrha more like an asset than as a potential friend. Weiss is interested in how Pyrrha's strength can help her, rather than in Pyrrha as a person. Early Weiss was so shallow lol.
saw the big post about potatoes in fantasy settings going around again and i'd like us all to take the wrong lesson from it and start putting corn in every fantasy setting instead of potatoes. everyone's nixtamalising their maize to make hominy, everyone's got tortillas and beans, everyone's drinking moonshine.
people are soooo mean to the color yellow and it hurts my heart like u mean the color of the sun!?!? daffodils and buttercups and dandelions!? canary feathers and fresh butter and the warm glow of light and the trees in autumn???? for shame. joyless.
Rivets is my original story about a man with dwarfism in WW2 New Jersey who works the deadly job of bomber plane mechanic. He falls in love with his mysterious butch coworker after their foreman pits them against each other in a brutal competition.
Robert Cordero and Natasza Loumenny - callsigns Rib and Loum - are two overworked jocks, forced to live aggressive lives, learning to collapse in each other's arms.
This is my love letter to the factory workers of WW2. It's about disability, immigration, transmasculinity, the military industrial complex, generational sacrifices, and what people are willing to do for their scrap of domestic bliss.
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