so i made a quiz... which gelfling clan are you from?

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so i made a quiz... which gelfling clan are you from?
not my ass rewatching the movie again
Shaun Tan - Moonfish
Avatar: Fire and Ash (2025) Jake & Neytiri
saw these on twitter and they’re making me fucking feral
jayviks as gelflings bc i love the dark crystal so much. 2.5 people in the world care about it
viktor is sifan and jayce is stonewood blacksmith obv
ALIA ATREIDES of DUNE ↬ i wanted to be able to laugh, she whispered. tears slid down her cheeks. but i’m sister to an emperor who’s worshipped as a god. people fear me. i never wanted to be feared... i just want to be loved… and to love.
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Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea (2008) Howl's Moving Castle (2004) From Up on Poppy Hill (2011) Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) When Marnie Was There (2014) Ocean Waves (1993)
catching up w ask polly this morning
My maker… told his tale. FRANKENSTEIN (2025) dir. Guillermo del Toro
One of the things we used to do as kids that will forever be embedded as a strong sense-memory in my brain is on nights with a full moon in deep winter, my siblings and I would layer up in all our snow gear and march out onto the middle of the frozen lake, sit down in a circle and tell ghost stories. No flashlights, no lanterns, just the moonlight bouncing off acres and acres of white and the wind howling; the bite of sub-zero air and the stark clarity of starlight in a high frozen atmosphere. You tell yourself that nothing can sneak up to you on open ice but the snow snaking in the wind makes it seem like things are moving all around you, sneaking low and flat and casting strange pale shadows. Sometimes the snow made sound go dead and still but you could still hear the ice under it all, and the resonance of it made us speak in whispers only. And when our fingers and toes started to go numb and we ran out of stories, we'd slide-march our way back home over the ice again, and half-believe that whatever monsters we had made up were following us back over the endless ice.
This is how religions get started.
whoever marches first must not turn their eyes from the light of home, and whoever is last must not look back, or that-which-walks-on-snow-with-no-sound will follow past the threshold, and your breath will go cold before you wake.
and I name our disciples thus
finished the silt verses two days ago and I am utterly inconsolable @thesiltverses
these are the silt verses and we name our disciples thus
I'm relistening to The Silt Verses again and i cannot stop thinking of the Paraclete's Gulch as the St Kinga's underground chapel and the salt mine system surrounding it.
it's got:
underground water pools
various historical and/or religious carved statues
a chapel chamber
and so so so many tunnels
like. Is this not a perfect visualization of the Gulch