Donnie Yen and Keanu Reeves in John Wick: Chapter 4 Official Teaser Trailer (x)
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Donnie Yen and Keanu Reeves in John Wick: Chapter 4 Official Teaser Trailer (x)
i think i am adding caine from john wick 4 here lmao
did you know that if you dive off the babylon towers, at exactly the right time, with a good cable and perfect aim, you can loop your throw around a gargoyle and land on the j-street el? i do. and when the wind hits you on the way down, and it’s just you and your grip on the line? there is nothing like it. i know this city. i am a part of it.
ellie harp of one tree hill, written by dax (they/them). 21+. ©
following my evil little whims and shifting bruce over to @nycterent so i can make insane posts without worrying about a multi's tag system
no i do not have mobile set up or an avatar yet. i am getting there
following my evil little whims and shifting bruce over to @nycterent so i can make insane posts without worrying about a multi's tag system
no i do not have mobile set up or an avatar yet. i am getting there
my brain is constantly battling between moving bruce to his own blog vs. just. keep it on the multi, it's fine, don't worry about it
i am still thinking about this
thinking so, so hard about bruce's brain manufacturing a version of his parents when he's in what amounts to a drugged stupor and how dream-thomas points out that he could've had his perfect happy parents and instead he made them disappointed in them. and bruce's response is basically that he couldn't have believed anything else? sir you need so much therapy
hamnet, pt. 1.
dialogue prompts from hamnet: a novel of the plague by maggie o'farrell.
have you nothing better to do than loiter there, catching flies?
come back. where did you go?
someone should be here. someone is always here.
you scared the wits out of me.
i was calling and calling, but no one answered.
don't stand there gawking. help me.
i need to know you'll be safe when i'm not here.
i used to be someone.
keep hold of my hand. don't let go.
that's the last time you will ever hit me.
you won't tell them, will you?
you won't say, will you? that you saw me?
how do i know you'll keep your promise?
you are not my mother.
i remember. i remember everything.
never say that to anyone else. ever.
i come whenever i can. you know that.
all that education, and not an ounce of sense.
you've had worse.
you have an unnerving stare.
there is great power to be had in silence.
there is not a drop of harshness in you.
you take people for who they are, not what they ought to be.
i know your family. everyone knows them.
i don't trust you to look further than your nose.
what happened? who did this to you?
tell me the truth. now.
what happened to your face?
i still think that one day, i might wake and ___ will be there.
i'd like to make you a flower crown.
___ would want you to rest easy.
it's enough to know you're there.
look back. look back at me.
make yourself known. now. please.
you've never recognized your own strength.
all is not so bad, surely.
you did well. very well.
where were you? i looked everywhere.
you look like a ghost, standing there like that.
is it true?
you're like a painting on a wall, eyes missing nothing.
my brain is constantly battling between moving bruce to his own blog vs. just. keep it on the multi, it's fine, don't worry about it
bits of batman u.nburied that drive me completely insane actually
earthlings.
dialogue prompts from earthlings: a novel by sayaka murata.
i haven't heard your voice for a whole year.
open the window. let in some fresh air.
what sort of magic can you do?
are you okay on your own?
i'd never leave without saying goodbye to you.
i get tired just watching you.
we're still family, even when we're apart.
survive. whatever it takes.
family is hard work.
how come you're out so late?
you're always the same. all talk.
will i ever be able to live without constantly trying to survive?
i'm still taller than you.
isn't there anyone that can help you?
when we grow up, then we'll be able to live.
i'd love to go somewhere far away before i die.
adults are so violent and overbearing, they really are.
sorry if i'm sticking my nose in where it's not wanted.
i felt really bad about what happened to you.
you've got to do what it takes to survive.
abandoned places always have ghosts.
this isn't a tv drama, it's real life.
you haven't changed a bit. it's really like you're frozen in time.
finding happiness is the best revenge.
do you really want me to save you?
you should know better, at your age.
you were just a child.
you can still get away. i want you to cut loose and escape.
if you can live, i'll be able to survive, too.
i probably killed someone once.
aren't you scared of me?
you let me speak my own language.
are you sure it's okay for you to be here?
it's not about what i want. i just want to survive.
are you leaving? just like that?
i'm not any good at being free. i'm used to following orders.
love is a drug. it's an illusion.
i didn't even think it was worth discussing.
come back home right now.
didn't you know? all the relatives were gossiping.
you gave me away, didn't you?
somehow it seems like the last supper, don't you think?
are you human?
i thought you might be a bear.
we're the only ones left behind.
you've known everything all along?
there is probably some human still left in me.
i thought i'd never recover as long as i lived.
i want you to eat me.
i want to decide what happens to my own body.
you should be the one to survive.
nobody will come to rescue us.
shall we go outside? our future is awaiting us.
i should probably put bruce info here since i don't have a muse bio page yet (lmao lol i really need to code together a neat bio page)
right now my vibe is i'm sort of blending a lot of batman unburied, reeves stuff, and the few comics i actually like
i still adhere to chinese american bruce because i think it's interesting. the alienation, the complex intersections of race and religion and culture, all of which he tries to reject (be less of a person, be more of a symbol)
the way i handle bruce's playboy persona later in life is that it's a mask he's made because it is so oppositional to the persona of batman. it's something he can play at, a thing he's adapted to match his purposes, but
i am projecting type 1 diabetic stuff onto bruce. there's reasons for this. namely: 1.) thomas, a trauma surgeon, confronted with the kind of thing you literally cannot fix via medical intervention. 2.) if you're insane and know that your whole body is a big ball of scar tissue, an adrenaline port can also be an insulin port. he 100% will hit muscle to make insulin work faster 3.) i think it's funny as a fellow damaged pancreas haver. look, my dude's blood sugar is running high all the time. he's irritable. he's mad. shock of the bat finding a t1d kid having a bad one and knowing how to administer glucagon like a pro.
i am enjoying the new detective comics run! i like leaning into a gotham that is both Gothic and Alive. i will lean into this as well. think disco elysium shivers
he is a weird little car guy. but he's also got an english degree as part of the refusal to be a business boy for a long time. this explains how he monologues so aggressively. the guy is autistic if you couldn't tell
perhaps: plotting call? especially for bruce. idk. i just have the brain rot for him rn but i will discuss whoever
Mircea Cărtărescu, Blinding
I AM LA RECHACHOLIÈRE. I AM THE CITY. I AM A FRAGMENT OF THE WORLD SPIRIRT, THE GENIUS LOCI OF REVACHOL.