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really, one of my only criticisms with conclave (2024) is that i wish that they would have kept in the fact that thomas was in remission of prostate cancer, because it tied the last scene together.
(spoilers, obviously:) you know how at the very end ray tells thomas that vincent has been to a "clinic" instead of a "hospital" and thomas asks "a clinic for what?" -- there is a cut directly following this interaction and then we see thomas confronting vincent.
when i first saw the scene, without context from the book, i thought thomas was angry, that he felt betrayed, that he felt wronged. but knowing now, that ray probably told him it was a clinic for "reproductive health" or whatever, it adds the context that this answer probably scared thomas! he's been in and out of exactly such clinics the last year and some change, because of his cancer. which puts the scene in an entirely new light: he isn't angry, he's scared. he's afraid, he's reminded of his own health. and it explains his shocked looks in the vestry: he's relieved. he's very much relieved that vincent is perfectly healthy.
i know it may have blasted the runtime into oblivion, but it would have been a great character moment for thomas in this scene!
hey btw. the bird we hear when thomas looks up the the light shines through the window, those are common swifts. wikipedia states that in the tirol (= partially northern italy) region, the birds are a sign of good luck!!!
memoirs of an unsuccessful woman
novella
~25k-30k words
IN ENGLISH
written BY ME HI!!!
procedurally updated, but mostly pre-written (-:
summary:
There was a man hanging off her car hood. And while the dust from the fight still settled in the background, he smeared his bloodied hand across Heather’s windshield. The man gasped, then coughed. “Shit. Am I dead?” “What? No,” said Heather from the driver’s seat, “Dying feels different, don’t worry. Get off my car” He didn’t budge a bit. “But… you’re gonna save me, right?” She sighed. “I just told you, you aren’t dead. Move.” And like as if a grand inspiration had just revealed itself to him, he slapped his long fingers over his forehead and chuckled. “Oh! Okay, I get it. You’re dead.”
Heather del Rosario was dying. A year had passed since the unanticipated circumstances of stupid luck, beautiful fantastical creatures and a complicated family history had left her with a devastating curse. Now, riding her orange Volvo eastwards, she invited hitchhiker after hitchhiker into her car, unaware of how special they really are. With the big resolution hanging over her head at all times, she should be allowed a bit of fun, right?
it's about urban fantasy, it's about strange family histories, it's about the fucked up relationship to your estranged sister, it's about humanity, it's about technology AND it's about angels. that's what it's about.
i really hope that somebody will enjoy this one haha. HAVE FUN!!! <3
MEMOIRS CHAPTER TWO UPLOAD!!!
Heather’s tongue unfroze. “Are you always this pathetic?” Her sharp tone silenced him, at least for a moment.
This chapter utilises coercion as a plot device. While the main character experiences discomfort, no tangible attempts against her autonomy are taken. Still, take care (-:
wip-poll game, bc this seems fun :D
RULES!!! make a poll, list some works in progress that you'd like to work on and that maybe don't receive lots of love otherwise. let the democracy take its course and whichever wip gets the most votes, write one sentence for every vote received. then, tag your friends!
propaganda below the cut!
memoirs of an unsuccessful woman (original theatre)
37° (nouvelle original)
it's me and the baseballbat against this transitory period (conclave fanfiction)
Tarek Dingerles Büro für alle Angelegenheiten (original theatre)
MASH-flash-fanfiction-bundle (each ~300 words)
i would kill a pleather cow if i could. i would rip it to shreds with my mere teeth. i would dissemble it piece by piece then relish in its platic meat. i hope it dies. i hope pleather dies forever. i hope synthetic fibers die forever. wear those boots.
wtf passiert hier gerade?