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anw i’ve said this before on another blog (chris, maybe?) but modern day indiana is a big proponent of artifacts being returned to their ... appropriate culture? like, he’s very anti ‘colonisers came in and took these things used in important cultural ceremonies, just so they can shove them in a museum’ and very pro ‘return them to their rightful owners’. obviously sometimes - depending upon the culture and the items - this does mean the things end up in museums, but usually those are ... their own museums (sarcophagi in cairo museum, for example). but yeah he’s very much not a ‘yoink! imma take this to a museum so u can’t have it sry :)’ type man like fedora and rené belloq are
in the process of a major overhaul of this blog
do i , want to change my entire aesthetic ? ( yes ) should i ? ( probably not ) am i going to ? ( , maybe )
@wuhtring asked: I'm on the outside of things.
“ oh, bella ––– believe it or not, no one’s inside. ” gentle words come with an instinctual hand to the girl’s shoulder, which lingers only for a moment before withdrawing upon the realization of the cold it possesses. it’s been so long, so many attempts to make it clear, through these years she’s been with the cullens, that her eyes are not machines of truth : THEY HOLD IT, TRUTH, BUT ONLY THE GLIMPSE OF IT. and it could be turned to a lie in a moment’s passing . . . there is no security in vision. there is no ultimate knowing. this is what she learned through her existence, through every step she’s taken and every fumble she’s made, that fate is fickle and often inexact. that there is no one omniscient. that free will dictates the stars more than any unseen force could ever dare to. idle hands now return to the work she’d been dedicated to prior, gaze attentive towards the innards of the porsche’s hood, digging with a delicate nature through the gears. no shift in her expression could show the minor frustration building at trying to recall the tips rose had given her. perhaps she wasn’t cut out for mechanic work. just an admirer of it.
she never lost focus on the subject at hand, of course, ease in her tone as she continued with little space in between, “ not me, not you, not edward . . . it’s most upsetting for him, because he’s the most used to it, or a version of it. i wish i could read minds just to know how frustrated he is by you. ” she grins as she peers up towards bella, expression so playful you’d have to recognize it as a friend. “ but before then, too. thoughts aren’t fact. an opinion and a choice are both . . . fragile. things are one thing then they’re another and no one knows a lick about it. ” hands pulled back from the hood with grease all about them, coating fingers and palms. but with an unearthly sense of grace, she wiped them clean within seconds with a nearby towel, leaving herself remarkably pristine –– you’d almost wonder if she’d touched the car at all. “ but if you like, ” she said, slowly gathering rings to return to her fingers. “ you only need to ask me. i told you. ” features turn serious, gravity to their edges. “ you can ask me anything. ”
not to project but can someone give Rey a girlfriend
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