IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000) Dir. Wong Kar-Wai

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IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000) Dir. Wong Kar-Wai
I don't like some people's tones abt mel... she doesn't have a life bc she's a glass child and becca and her were orphans at 20 and she is becca's primary caregiver so much of her time and energy goes to becca because becca requires significant support not bc mel is too clingy or something. sure she needs to come to terms with some aspects of becca's adulthood/independence but let's not act like mel can just get up and decide to get a life unless someone takes something off her plate. mel's lived the life she has bc she has so many responsibilities not bc she has some self-pity complex
on watching a parent age
i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening
OP, this is genuinely a masterpiece, three poems in one, moving and well crafted. Please tell me you have submitted it to at least some poetry contests, and if not, please do so.
the grief of growing
turns out I’ll always carry my 15 year old self. silly me
this isn’t about hating her this is about recognizing there will always be a small part of me a little hurt and a little scared and it’s my job to care for that part in the way she needed at the time
i miss my mother.
don't tell her that in case in my longing she hears a plea to return to how things were before.
do i love my husband? his queer laugh? the smell of dry earth?
i love earthworms and their dependence on mercy after a cool spring rain.
yeah , don't know if anyone notice it but I used the face from the spongebob meme xD
the tragedy of characters attempting to break free from the cycle (violence, fate, generational trauma, etc.) that they go down a path and become someone they don’t even recognize all to fulfill the cycle they had every intention of breaking and fail the quest
I love soulmates but also this-
Bothering the beast
Continuing with hokage Sakura AU 🙏
Sasosaku Month 2024 DAY TWENTY SIX Arranged Marriage
sos month day 26: undercover / arranged marriage
based off of the tv show the americans which you should all watch btw
the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world
lighthouse study. started in sketchbook and finished in procreate
Apparently back in the day lighthouse keepers HAD to have a wife to get the job so they wouldn’t be too lonely and go insane. So what I’m saying is
Fake dating au where they pretend to be married so one of them can get a job as a lighthouse keeper.
They both like solitude. It's the way they met in the first place, and the whole reason why he wants the job. But the lighthouse owner won't let him have it without a wife to keep him company out there, no matter how much he tells them he doesn't need one.
He finds her at the tide pools below the cliff, where he always does. She's never happy to be found, and she's definitely not happy with his idea that they get married. But he explains in his quiet patient way that it won't be real, just a way for them both to have their solitude. She'll be able to devote all her time to studying those little sea creatures she likes so much, without having to worry about meeting her father's expectations for cooking and taking care of the mean old man's house. The lighthouse keeper won't ask that of her. He'd rather do it himself. He likes his solitude after all.
The first couple months of their marriage are fine. They stay out of each other's way. There's a little room, probably meant as a nursery, that she stays in. He calls her Salty, because of how she's always crusted in it from working out at the tide pools, and because of the less-than-demure way she speaks to him. She doesn't call him anything.
When the rain starts in the fall, they're suddenly stuck in the tiny house together a lot. He plays guitar and sings to himself. It's not so bad being stuck with him then. She wonders if he did this during the summertime too, and she just never was around to see it. She wonders what else she's been missing.
He's up all night during the first really big storm, fighting to keep the light going. When he stumbles back into the house at dawn, soaked and shaking so hard his teeth clack together, she's already awake and has a big fire going and hot coffee made. She doesn't tell him that she stayed up all night too.
Turns out nights like this aren't that unusual at the lighthouse. He doesn't complain. It's the job. But one frigid morning, even the fire and the coffee can't seem to warm him up again. Salty comes into his bedroom complaining that she can hear him shivering from out in the living room and climbs under the blankets and wraps her body around him tight. They don't talk, and he soon stops shivering, and she leaves.
That night, she barges back into his room, complaining about having to make sure he's still warm enough. He doesn't protest when she wraps him up again. He doesn't protest when she's still there in the morning, looking so peaceful in her sleep.
The next night, she doesn't even make an excuse, just comes in again, giving him a look that he knows means don't you dare say anything. He obeys.
The night after that, he's the one who wraps her up in his arms.
It's easy to finally kiss one night when it's so dark in the bed they can't even see the other's nose in front of them. It's easy to keep kissing until the kisses become so much more, until they're both wrapped up in each other.
It's still a long time before they kiss in the day, in the light. That feels like crossing the final line. Neither one of them know if the other one wants it. They both like their solitude, after all, and they're not big on talking, especially the lighthouse keeper. Salty would say that it's the fault of the first warmth of spring and the stupid sunshine that makes her go silly and grab his shirt and kiss him while he's planting their little garden. But she's smiling at him when they finish the kiss, dirt on her cheeks from his hands, salt in her wild hair, and he's sure he looks just as flushed and undone and luminously happy as she does.
Humans entering space and realizing we are so small. We are mice compared to these giant races with their advanced machinery and technologies and experiences beyond us- except that we're humans. And our engineers dive into the new tech and once we learn the principles we also soon realize how Inefficient everything is. Their "microchips" are the size of cars, their storage drives are basically buildings, and they somehow store less data than ours. So, human companies take advantage, and tech starts rolling out. Massive and there's a lot of wasted space so that it can be managed with larger hands/pincers/claws/tentacles, but also so much more efficient than anything the galaxy has seen before.
Human technicians start hopping ships and upkeeping the general maintenance, the stuff that most aliens put off or don't notice because they never access the crevices of their ships. As human companies become more popular and lead the tech world in everything from warp cores to game stations ("it's so compact! How are the graphics so good?" Says a 60' tall grimbleback, holding a new VR headset that has all of its components included because it's so BIG by our tech standards), soon many things have accessibility ports for humans to be able to use as well. This means that these shiprats hoping ship to ship cause such a huge improvement in everything running smoothly, and there's a huge downtick in pests on ships because those "pests" are not only big enough and aggressive enough to bite a pitbull or a person in half, they're invasive to so many planets and humans hate nothing more than dog killing planet overrunning monsters.
All the while, from the Aliens perspective, humans are an elusive race that don't fraternize much with them. You almost never see a human as most places aren't exactly safe for the little things to run around in. They do export so much stuff though, and the custodial staff at the Central Galactic Outpost insists that there's more humans around than any other race if you just know where to look.
And sure it's somewhat known that some of the little daredevils hop ships and help out in exchange for room and board, usually without permission, but that can't be that common, can it?
Maybe your ship is running better this cycle ever since you stopped at the last station, that just means that tuneup was better than you thought. And maybe for some reason that program you were working on last night is finished when you wake up, but you're so tired maybe you finished it before you passed out. Somehow that faulty light in the galley has fixed itself as well, which is odd, but maybe the Engineer finally got to it. You'd know if there was someone else on your ship.
Right?
... You leave a little bowl of berries out as a thank you, just in case. You're not sure what humans like but you've heard they have a sweet tooth.