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#Hope & Hyperion
nureyevs-worst-alias · 10 months
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"You get so lost in a place like that you forget you're part of it, until it reaches out and grabs you." (Juno Steel and the Time Gone By, 2.17)
Juno Steel inspired by this image* from Blade Runner 2049 (below), someone pointed out how it looks like Juno in the Cerberus Province/Martian desert
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therelignedstars · 2 days
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“Stay strapped or get clapped. It’s tough in these streets.”
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sibelin · 9 months
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Hey Sibe!! I've started reading Interview With The Vampire again and I really like it so far! Read anything cool lately?? I hope your week is going well! 💐
Hey!! i've been working a lot so i didn't get to read that much this month. that said i've finished the Southern Reach trilogy a few weeks ago which i enjoyed so much i picked another book by the same author at my library! it's called the City of Saints & Madmen, i hope it's good.
i am also currently trying to read Interview with the Vampire but i struggle with focusing on a book in english after work so i can only read it during the weekends :(
i'll finish it August for sure though!
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stevethehairington · 4 months
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book 2 of the year = finished!!!
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io-and-ox · 2 years
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Shoutout to Lara
Shit's crazy, hope all your ducks are in a row and everything is working out in life.
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championofelysium · 2 years
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I think when he was younger Hades actually was very similar to Zagreus, but the mix of horrible parents, responsibility of being an eldest son to two younger brothers (and their only real father figure), and the later responsibility + lack of sunshine + general doom and gloom of the underworld turned him into the person he is now
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dinkyshield · 1 year
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An idea of what I think Jack’s wife looked like + her dad, Tassiter
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atticuswritersoul · 2 years
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05/12/18 : Fume l'espoir
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L'aéroport est bondé. Des enfants, des adultes, des agents de sécurité, il est entouré par la foule. Il voit de loin les escrocs, habitués à arnaquer des touristes. Il voit des mendiants, qui font appel à la charité de l'humanité. Un rictus menace de remplacer son sourire parfait, mais il tient son masque en place. La charité de l'humanité, quelle belle blague ! Comme si un être aussi fou que l'Homme pouvait comprendre le sens de ce mot. Connaissait-il seulement son existence ?             Il se reprend mentalement. Inutile de tergiverser, ou ses pensées dériveraient trop profondément dans ses souvenirs, et alors, Hyperion était certain de perdre définitivement le contrôle. Une de ses mains passe dans ses cheveux blonds vénitiens, déjà parfaitement coiffés. Il se trouve devant l'escale de l'aéroport, où d'une minute à l'autre, la touriste dont il a été chargé de s'occuper arrivera. Il se souvient de son étonnement, lorsque le STTM, le Service de Transports et Tourisme Magiques, lui avait dit de se rendre dans ce grotesque aménagement moldu afin d'accueillir cette sorcière Australienne, cette sorcière qui n'avait pas voulu prendre un moyen de transport magique. Seul un détail chez cette étrangère l'avait fait accepter le travail, autrement il aurait refusé de s'y rendre.              Ses yeux verts froids scrutent avec attention les gens qui déferlent dans l'escale, et il brandit bien devant lui ce carton qui comporte ces deux mots qui l'ont fait changé d'avis. Hope Smoke. L'espoir, ça le connaît. Ce sentiment d'ivresse traître, qui vous transporte dans une autre dimension, et attend que vous ayez fermé les yeux pour pouvoir vous poignarder, et vous brûler à petits feux... l'espoir qui vous fume, ou vous fumant l'espoir, qu'importe le rôle que vous jouez, le résultat final revient toujours au même : vous, seul, au milieu de ce brouillard qui, jadis, était un amas de rêves et de promesses que vous chérissiez.               Il s'est préparé à la confrontation. Exactement comme son géniteur lui a appris, il a appliqué toutes les leçons qu'il a reçues. Vêtu d'un costume moldu sobre mais chic, des chaussures noires cirées et une malle qu'il tient de sa main droite, il patiente. Un sourire resplendissant accroché aux lèvres, qui n'attend qu'un signal de sa part pour déballer son discours charmeur, son regard qui garde l'entrée de ses pensées calculatrices, son visage qui n'exprime que la paix et la sérénité. Il est le calme avant la tempête. L'allumette qui va mettra le feu à la cigarette. Et la question qui semble brûler les lèvres de tout le monde : à qui sera la clope ? À lui, ou à l'espoir ?          Hope smoked by Hyperion. Hope smokes Hyperion. H smokes H or H smoked by H ?         Il la voit, et ses yeux froids s'embrasent. Une soudaine montée d'adrénaline, de stresse, de trac le submerge. Son sourire se creuse encore, formant une petite fossette sur sa joue. Sa peau est mate, ses iris vertes. Pas du même vert que les siens, elle les a plus clairs, moins sombres, plus vifs. Il se fait la réflexion qu'ils sont deux contraires parfaitement opposés, mais que dans leur différence, ils se ressemblent. Ça l'effraie, ça le bouleverse. Il voit ses lèvres couleur rouge carmin, il ressent les épreuves que lui a fait subir le destin. Elle ne doit pas dépasser le mètre soixante, et pourtant, quand son regard se pose sur elle, il voit sa peine et sa douleur, son deuil et sa souffrance, ses craintes et son désespoir. Hope Smoke, ou plutôt Smoked Hope ?
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strongfuck · 1 year
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✏️ if its okay asdjhjw
► from this meme.
Rhys: I wasn’t that out of it. Jack: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Rhys: BECAUSE YOU ARE!
Jack: Rhys... Rhys: Oh no, 'Rhys' in B flat. Rhys: You're disappointed.
*Rhys and Jack are in Paris.* Rhys: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny? Jack: But... Rhys: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and... Jack: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Rhys: Yeah. Jack: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us. Rhys: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Jack: Okay, alright.
Rhys: *is throwing stones at Jack's window* Jack: You have a phone for a reason, Rhys! *THUD* Jack: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!
Rhys: Do you want to play 20 Questions? Jack: Sure. Jack: What's your favorite color? Rhys, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?
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pulchriate · 1 year
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Super Six rules: answer the questions then tag some people to do the same
Thanks for the tag, @surumarssi ​ <3
Last song: Prologue, from the Anastasia Soundtrack
Last show: Ummm.... I finished New Leverage with my sister when I last visited her.
Currently watching: I don’t really watch TV that much, so nothing.
Currently reading: I’m between books at the moment, but I finished Hyperion Cantos by Dan Simmons a week ago.
Current obsession: Tried out a new restaurant that's a 25 minute walk from my apartment. The people who work there are so nice and all their pasta is made from scratch. One of the servers had their baby with them, and the baby kept pointing at me and smiling and babbling. 20/10 amazing experience.
Unrelated obsession: My writing! Broke a [redacted] year creative block in late January, churned out 20k in 10 days. On one project! Now I’m jumping between several projects ^^
Tagging @timeslive-inhouse ​ and @dustyforeskin ​, no pressure tho
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bbyboybucket · 1 year
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Apparently the thunderbolts Villain is supposed to be Sentry/Void…..bffr Marvel….tf they gonna do? He gon end their asses in .0001 of a second 😐
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therelignedstars · 13 days
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"Sometimes it's better to shoot first and ask questions later."
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llixulia · 3 months
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I'm going to be busy for the next couple days, but I plan to slightly update my muses' bios and add some more information about their planet(s) soon.
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floraesky-a · 10 months
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❝ Well don't you look thrilled to see me . . . What's with that expression ? ❞ @celesticlnstcrs gets some one - liners.
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"I had discarded Hope long ago; whether taken by force, or given away willfully, my name never seemed to be more than a touch of my mother's irony
Until I met you.
I didn't notice at first that the gentleness in your eyes, and the respect your words held, were not grounds for suspicion, but slowly I opened myself up to you, and then, a year ago, you breathed that Hope back inside of me, on the balcony at that party, when you let your cigarette fall down on the ground to hold me.
And god, when you held me, your fingers against my skin made me feel holy. I like to think of this embrace as pure, tactile love, spreading around my bones. Bones that I could never think of as fertile land before. But you loved me, still. You loved a body dirtied and broken, a body I never thought was deserving of love. 
Sometimes I wonder if it is cruel to be happy to have you in my life, if it is cruel to Lucy, and her ashes spread across the sea, Lucy I could never love enough to save. I wonder if it's cruel to the daughter I left behind, thousands of kilometers away. I wonder if happiness is a sin after all the damage I've caused, but it suffices to look at my reflection in your eyes to know that I've been forgiven, maybe."
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theood · 2 years
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Never let Elias fixate on changing things. BOY go to SLEEP
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