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And one very lucky man
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Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!
May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.
Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024
FAVORITE MIGHTY NEIN QUOTES:
Beauregard Lionett.
i watch alice in borderland for the plot
the plot :
Chishiya in season 1 had everything planned out to every possible detail.
Meanwhile, Chishiya in season 2:
Mf ain't even hiding it that he lost control of his life and can't be bothered to deal with it
i love haikyuu i wish volleyball was real :(
"She's delicate, like a flower." Izuku sighs as he looks at you, smile on your lips as he watches you from afar. Bakugou scoffs, knowing full well what you are with your sharp nails and sharper tongue but no one can see past your pretty face.
"Flowers can be poisonous too, dumbass."
ring of brass + text posts
bonus:
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Oh. This fixed me.
😂😂😂😂😂 oh shit
I mean it was just SUCH. A PERSPECTIVE SHIFT!!! It was-- UGH.
Like, you're watching episode 1 of Calamity, and you open with "Fire." Just that reminder that THIS IS GOING TO BE A DARK STORY. You know this, this is what you're signing up for! These characters are awful! They're all lying about various stuff! They have these ambitions and secrets and lies that will lead them all to RUIN. And you're watching this story unfold, and it's so tense because you KNOW that the Calamity happens. It's already heartbreaking because it's not so much that you know they *can't* stop it, but because you know they *don't*! It's in the lore! It's in the timeline! The Calamity is a thing that happens! TWO THIRDS of the population dies!!! TWO THIRDS!!!
You spend three episodes wondering how the Ring of Brass will mess everything up so bad that the world gets as bad as it can possibly get. Two thirds of the population! Dead!
And then in that fourth episode, Brennan flips that shit on its head. Because he brings in a worse tragedy. One where EVERYONE dies. No one makes it out of Exandria. Complete and total annihilation. And then gently introduces the idea of... what if you could save some of them?
That last fight had characters with HP in the single digits, no spells left, and it was unwinnable if the goal was to win the fight. But the goal changed and became to just survive long enough. You know they can't all survive this. But you sure as shit can hope that they can last those crucial 18 seconds. Just enough to make the difference between losing everyone, and not losing everyone.
It became a story not of how they lost two thirds of the population, but about how they saved one third. And it was an absolute master class in how to use tragedy to tell a story of hope.
Okay, okay. As a girl who grew up on the old swashbuckler films. Can I talk about the fucking romance of Nydas Okiro. Betrayed and backstabbed by his crew. Holding his wound. Panting in effort and grief. Telling his traitorous underling that gold means nothing if you do not use it to lift people up. That gold is a resource by which mortaldom climbs. That they are going to save the people of Avalir, and that cause goes above any oath he ever made in a past life.
You can picture so clearly in this moment the kid who joined a pirate crew to climb the skies. The dream he must have had. The dream he shared with Laerryn.
And it’s the end, and he’s betrayed, and he’s standing on what has to be one or two fucking hit points remaining, and he stabs that traitor in the front, and uses every resource he still possesses to get as many people as possible out and to defend them in the process.
And he’s … he’s not only betrayed, he’s rewarded. For the man he’s been. Because Alessander steps up, Alessander thinks to save the sorcerer school, this other piece of Nydas’ dream. When Nydas and his conjured dragon are standing alone and surrounded by devil puppets, the fucking sphinx from earlier, the sphinx from the parade, busts in and rescues him, and has been protecting them the whole time from further tampering of the constructs. Nydas was the first to step up, to try and protect the tree, to try and avert catastrophe, to try and hold the line, and that ripples out. His people stand up around him.
And an entire army of constructs, on Nydas’ word, burst out of the Golden Scythe to defend Avalir as she dies. His ships fly to evacuate her people. The world might be damned, he might be nearly dead, but by Avalir, he and this city will go down fucking swinging, and saving everyone they can.
The romance of this man. I can’t even.
Since the Valorant one did so well here you go
Bloodhound: *finds Amazon package on doorstep* another offering damnit
Gibraltar: I am a gentle giant but I could also absolutely send you to fucking Mars if I so desired
Lifeline: I’m carrying these idiots on my back but I have scoliosis so we ain’t gettin far
Pathfinder: *finds free version of movie* Oh yay! *porn ad* Oh no!
Wraith: You wanna know why I’m so cool? *leans in and whispers* it’s the antidepressants.
Bangalore: Kindly shut the fuck up or I will seduce your mother
Caustic: Ancient Greece? I have plenty of that in my hair thank you very much.
Mirage: I’m just saying I’m this close to telling my mother I love her and just becoming a stripper.
Octane: If I dye my hair do you think the flavor of it changes
Wattson: Please laugh at my jokes I spent all night writing them.
Crypto: You don’t know who I am. I don’t even know who I am. Oprah doesn’t know who I am therefore I do not exist. Take that FBI cunts.
Revenant: I will grind your bones to make my cocaine
Loba: I dont experience PTSD, I suppress all of the trauma in my fat ass.
Rampart: These walls aren’t the only thing that will be erect tonight
Horizon: *drops a grapefruit on the kitchen floor and it splatters everywhere* wow I should not have kids
Fuse: *pours orange juice into a wine glass* just to feel something
Valkyrie: Mr. Steal-yo-girl-but-it’ll-take-a-while-because-I’m-socially-awkward-and-not-that-good-at-making-conversation
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I am just logging into my Tumblr on my computer for the first time in years, and this is what I find. Dude, I miss you so freaking much and I am so sad to see that your blog is no longer active. I hope this finds you, wherever you may be. Just know that I still very much care about you and I think of you often.
This pride month, look fruity, smell fruity
after a suicide attempt in 2016
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
