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"But I guess we're always leaving, even when we look the same"
Song: White Fire - Angel Olsen
Don’t talk to me I’m thinking about the way that Sandra Hüller managed to show how Eva Stratt was begging Grace not to make her force him. Every-time I see the look in her eyes she is screaming and crying and sobbing in her mind please don’t make me force you please let us part on good terms please
Leonie Winkler in Das Nest (2019)
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taking a huge hit of this quote from rabbi tarfon rn
Liking myself, because I'm lazy. yeah, my stretch marks are cool. no, I don't want to shave my legs, because that sounds like a lot of work. Imagine having the energy to be a hater in this economy.
Karin Gorniak in Das Nest (2019)
the truth is that characters who are extremely unwell about each other are more compelling than characters who have a healthy relationship
the humble tank top has done so much for homosexual women
“Was brauchst du?” Isabelles Blick ist warm, wie ihre Hand, die sie nun an Tessas Ellbogen legt. “Dich", flüstert Tessa, bevor sie darüber nachdenken kann. Das Geständnis geht ihr erstaunlich leicht über die Lippen.
fic link: gehalten werden
gorgeous tessabelle art commissioned from @rosenkranz-does-things <3 i will stare at this forever and ever
mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
''what if you regret it'' then you will expirience regret - a normal and unavoidable part of the human expirience.
the more you twist yourself into a pretzel to avoid regret the harder it will hit when it eventually catches up to you.
no wait yknow what. it gets its own post
everyone gets onto eva stratt for the "think about it long time" vs. "you have three hours" thing but
operating on book canon a little bit: if grace couldn't do it-- if he said no*-- the alternative was to scramble and fly in the next most qualified volunteer, who had 0 training, 0 knowledge of astrophage, and was not an astronaut. three hours could have been three hours of training for that replacement. three hours could have been three hours of preparation for grace, if he said yes
eva stratt gave grace three hours. not to decide, necessarily, because the decision was going to be made the way it was no matter what. but three hours to come to terms with it, to grieve, to mentally prepare himself. three hours that could have been spent giving humanity a better chance to survive
she borrowed three hours that she didn't have to give grace space to process. to get himself together and come to her, teary-eyed but resolved, and say yes.
and he still said no to her. she gave him everything and he said no. he forced her to force him. she gave him three hours she didn't have. i feel so sick about eva stratt
"You don't even have a dog"
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Laika was a stray.
The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.