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#Interstellar Soundtrack
iremofpillars · 1 year
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I've been listening to interstellar soundtrack and crying for the last few days
I've also never watched interstellar before
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murakamijeva-muza · 7 months
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mindpose · 1 year
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Day One - Interstellar Soundtrack - Hans Zimmer - Sleep Ambience Mix - P...
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dreamingdruka · 2 months
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FUCK. THIS!!!!!!!!!
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senoritafish · 2 years
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fluffy-iroha · 10 months
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Opening with a parallel to 2001: A Space Odyssey is not only very funny for Barbie but also I think it carries the message of how female directors don't receive the same amount respect for their work male directors like Stanley Kubrick get from the offset. Like I can't name a single female director with the same sort of filmbro cult reverence Kubrick has. (Barbie touches on this again with the Godfather joke too). But also making that statement while premiering the same day as Oppenheimer, mainly hyped because of Christopher Nolan, a male director who has a bad track record with female characters and has said cult following really makes it stronger.
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slutdge · 10 months
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and yes i DID cry about an internet cat dying today because im having an especially hard day fuck you
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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months
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Tagged by @devirnis for WIP Wednesday! Here’s a whole scene from proposal fic because why not… (vomit content warning)
Bobby shows up on the doorstep before Buck's first PT appointment after being discharged and Buck is hit by sudden intense gratitude for the stupidest possible reason. Ah, he thinks, thank god Eddie isn't going to see what I'm like during one of these. And then What the fuck, Buckley? Eddie did see him after that first session, and it's not like his patheticisms start and end within a 45 minute time frame and the clean walls and persistent disinfectant smell of Dr. Shelley's office. He's spent the last two days in a shivering little lump on the man's bed, sleeping 16 hours out of 24. He's not really sparing him anything he hasn't already seen. What, then? Spread the different facets of exactly how fucked up he is around? Like if no one has to deal with too much they won't get tired of it? Here, Eddie, you can have helping me go to the bathroom because I can't stand up on my own. Maddie, you get me crying whenever I see you or even hear you on the phone because you're my big sister so I get to dump all my feelings on you, that's fair right? Bobby, you can hear me screaming in pain, is that ok with you? You were there last time, I'm sure you'll do fine. It's too much for any of them. It's too much for Buck.
"You ready, kid?" Bobby says, with the softest little smile. God. Buck is going to fall apart into tiny, gross little pieces. Eddie can mop the floor and be done with him.
“Ready,” is what he says, knowing it sounds like a lie.
They have him walking between the parallel bars today. He remembers them, from his leg. They don’t start there, most of the hour is more stretching (ow) and fine motor skills practice (frustrating). But they told him at the beginning they want to get him walking again as soon as they can to avoid any further muscle loss or atrophy, and they want to work with him to see if they can figure out how much of his dizziness is from brain injury and how much is from vestibular damage.
Well, he’s up on the bars now and he couldn’t fucking tell you. The whole world is just spinning around him at a sickening speed as the physical therapist and Bobby both mutter encouragement, tell him to keep taking one more step, he can do it. Buck tries, he really tries, he wants to take these five steps on his own and for the doctor to tell him he’s progressing fantastically and to be tired but happy on the drive home with Bobby, both of them smiling and cracking jokes. Instead he collapses three steps in and vomits on the soft plastic-y blue floor covering. His ear is ringing and he only has a split second to feel humiliated before there are arms around him.
“Sweetheart,” Bobby is saying over the background hum, “Sweetheart, I’ve got you.” There are hands in Buck’s hair and he chokes out a sob. He doesn’t really stop crying until they’re almost back at the Diaz house, how he got from the office to the car a mysterious blur. Bobby is holding his hand on the center console. When Buck squeezes a little tighter he hears him sigh in relief and it almost starts the tears up again. Bobby is out of the car as soon as he's parked, hurrying around to the passenger side to help Buck to the house. He’d protested, days ago, about the need to rent a wheelchair until he could carry a little more of his own weight, but now he guesses getting rolled to the door is more dignified than Bobby having to put him in a fireman's carry.
He’d do it. Buck knows he would, Bobby would pick him up and hold him in his arms and carry him as far as he needed to go. Bobby settles him on the couch, handling him as gently as he would a child at a disaster site, running to bring him mouthwash to get rid of the bitter taste of stomach acid, finding saltines in the kitchen, pouring ginger ale on ice and procuring as if by magic a bendy straw in old fashioned, environmentally unfriendly, single use plastic. He sits on the coffee table in front of him, at attention, ready to appease any want.
"Thanks, dad. Bobby! Thanks- thanks, Cap," Buck slams his eyes shut and drops his head onto the couch behind him. The indignities never fucking end, apparently. He's stopped from withering away entirely by the warm weight of a hand over his own where it lays on the armrest. Buck opens his eyes. Bobby is staring down at their hands, jaw working, breathing through his nose.
"It wasn't even-" Bobby frowns as his voice fails, and clears his throat to try again. "I kept wishing I could be mad at you. Being reckless again, running into danger, getting yourself hurt." He exhales heavily, breath stuttering into a sad little laugh. "But I watched you climb that ladder. I kept playing it over and over in my head. You had three points of contact the whole time. Could have filmed it for a goddamn safety manual. It could have been-" his voice catches again, and Buck turns his hand to grab onto Bobby's. "It could have been any of us. It could have been any of us up there. All the stupid stunts you pull that you walk away from, and it's-" Bobby's free hand waves wildly into the room. "It's a random fucking act of god that nearly-"
"Bobby-"
"That nearly takes you from me," he finishes, squeezing Buck's hand. He's crying, and Buck thinks he might be again, too.
"I'm so sorry-"
"Oh, kid," Bobby says, leaning forward, gathering Buck up in his arms. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re right here. You’re still breathing. That’s all I need.”
Buck weeps again, into Bobby’s shoulder, his captain or father or good friend’s hand rubbing up and down his spine. He is still breathing. He’s still breathing. Bobby’s soft flannel shirt smells like grill smoke and Eddie’s couch is familiar beneath him, and Buck hurts and feels sick and dizzy, and he exists. “Bobby-“
“It’s alright. It’s alright.”
Bobby’s face is wet when Buck pulls away after however long it takes for each breath to stop aching so bad as it rattles in and out of him. Buck wants to say all sorts of things, most of which amount to I love you, but what comes out is a nod towards the TV and “You wanna stay for the game?”
Buck doesn’t even know what sports, if any, are on today, but Bobby seems to hear some of the other words he meant to say because he smiles so kindly at him and says “Yeah, Buck. Anything.”
Tagging @iinryer @bigfootsmom @shortsighted-owl if you’ve got anything to share!
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nobie · 7 hours
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here me out: the interstellar soundtrack is thrawns score during his time in the ascendancy
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A place among the stars
“How did you know I was going to come back?” Harry asks, still not believing this is real.
“Because you promised me,” Draco says and Harry can see that same determination in those grey eyes, the same fire they had when Harry left, all those years ago. “My Harry promised me.”
Harry's bottom lip trembles. “The library, the books on the shelf trying to communicate with you; Draco, you were right, it— it wasn’t dark magic, it was—”
“It was you,” Draco squeezes his hand lightly, “You were my ghost, Harry, you were with me even before you left but,” he searches Harry’s face, eyes softening at him, “You never really truly did, did you?”
Harry shakes his head lightly, kissing Draco’s knuckles.
“Never.”
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rabbithaver · 8 months
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they asked if i have music preferences so they could play something during the surgery. and there is no easy way to say my favorite band is called Ninja Sex Party so i just said "classical"
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hceinart · 5 months
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top five films?
i have to confess i dont watch films that often, when a meme describing yourself with media was trending on twitter i cheated and changed films to games.. whatever, i'll try. NO PARTICULAR ORDER
the winter soldier... i've seen it so many times it has to be on the list i'm so sorry.. i had a phase as a teen. although i liked the first movie more
sucker punch. i watched it in the beginning of this year for the first time but i loved it
a man called ove
fuck im running out of ideas howl's moving castle?? idk. does it even count as a film?
what we do in the shadows
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realseascourge · 8 months
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some knives with his uhh black hair!! the first one is a wip and the other a doodle to warm me up ahah not much but its honest work
also I just think millions knives is neat
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mindpose · 1 year
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Interstellar - Day One + First Step [Sleep Ambience Mix] Interstellar Movie Soundtrack.
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callisteios · 8 months
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@mashmouths tagged me to post my receiptify, thank u abbie i am your number 1 fan 🙏 💕
Honestly i dont really know. I thought I only listened to that Radiohead album one time, I guess not. Anyway stream Green Grass - Live in Fingringhoe Wick
Tagging @hauntedbythenarrative @moonlaith @mothpdf @middlesliders @orbularborbular @enculpius <3 @superhell and any others who have Spotify and feel like posting
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melrosing · 9 months
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What music do you think modern jaime would listen to? :)
if you asked him he’d say ‘whatever sounds good’ but the truth is he listens to a lot of hans zimmer soundtracks
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