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Kreuzzug des Weibes (1926, dir. Martin Berger)
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raccoonhour · 1 year
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Also also the fucking stares breaking the 3rd wall during young royals make my heart JOLT. It just feels like they’re giving a huge fuck you and it’s so raw and intense and also HOT.
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eventidesworld · 11 days
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Kaz to the reader: Take that, you motherfucker, you thought reading my P.O.V would give away the plan? Well, sike! Cause my brain is 24/7 Inej, Inej, and Inej and nothing else. You're welcome.
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muzsmoux · 22 days
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Just finished season one of tgcf. Do I know everyone's names? I don't. Or am I sure what that guy's deal was with the snake girl?? Not entirely. And why?
I couldn't hear the plot over the gaydar beeping nonstop.
I'm sorry but how was I supposed to pay attention to anything when the wholeass time Hua Cheng was in the background, making heart eyes at Xie Lian??? Bro clocks into reality occasionally to check if there's any real danger or an opportunity to impress gege with some sick lore but otherwise? Just wondering how he likes his eggs in the morning and if it's possible to top AND bottom at the same time.
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cubfan-montblanc · 7 months
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sorry scar if this looks gay to the viewers
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moment-live · 20 hours
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April 30th -- is there something special about it?
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theminecraftbee · 1 year
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Martyn sits on the edge of a stage. He’s poked himself out between the closed curtains, their weight pressing against his shoulders, so that he can reach the outside again and stare out.
The lights in the theater are off. Someone’s here, though.
Martyn nods and then, as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, drinks out of a can of soda. “We’ve still got a few more weeks, right?” he says cheerfully. “You don’t gotta sit here waiting. Uh, shoot. What was the thing Tango said? Go home? It’s done? What are you doing here? I think I did that wrong, it’s a reference…”
The things sitting in the back of the theater say nothing. Martyn gestures with his soda can at them. “Hey, you try remembering your movie references when you weren’t even the one who made ‘em! It’s harder than it looks, you know.”
Many eyes slowly blink across the members of the audience who have never left. Martyn leans back. He lets the curtains dig into his shoulders. They’re heavy, is the thing. The curtain, when it’s closed between the stage and audience, it’s heavy. He’s not meant to be hanging out of it.
He’s not meant to know it’s there either. Typically, characters in a stage play don’t know they’re being Watched.
Some of them do, though.
Sometimes, the audience is even the one who fucks that up for them. Funny, that.
He sips obnoxiously from his can of soda again. “You know, staring at me won’t make it happen faster. I’m not even the one who sets, you know…” He waves his hands around. “I just show up where I’m told! Hang out! Kill people! Die.”
If he’s bitter about that—and he’s not in the business of lying to himself, so sure, he’s bitter about that—he doesn’t let it show.
“I’m not even supposed to be out here. I’m supposed to be backstage,” he says. “Take what you can get, yeah? If you start talking to the characters, you don’t get to complain when they come out here and taunt you for Watching when there isn’t a bloody life game to Watch.”
The things in the back of the theater say nothing. Martyn tries to drink from his can of soda again, but it’s out. He crushes it between his hands and throws it out into the crowd in a moment of rash defiance. It’s not really fair, though—he doesn’t mind half the audience, really. One of the nice ones might be in the seat that’s slightly sticky now. Bit rude of him.
Of course, he can’t get off the stage to fix it. That’s not how this works. Just because they felt the need to make it so Martyn could move the curtains—
He sighs.
“One of you want to go out to the vending machines and get me another? There’s nothing backstage, you know. Nothing back there at all.”
Something moves.
“Thanks,” he mutters. “Thanks. Few more weeks to go, right? Few more weeks to go.”
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ultimateinferno · 1 year
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Will I ever expect Nintendo writing a Ganondorf who's trying to break the curse and end the cycle? No. I simply think their faithful adherence to the nature of fairytales about the knight rising up to face evil and save the princess is simply that strong. It's a classic (in the most literal sense cite Perseus and Andromeda). It's why I don't believe in a playable Zelda until I see it with my own eyes.
While the earnest nature of providing interesting spins on this millennia old formula is rather endearing, I would welcome earnest breaks in turn as well. Yet until I see it, I simply won't be holding my breath for when it comes.
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divinekangaroo · 1 month
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Was contemplating the whole ‘Tommy has no friends except Alfie’ thing/thought (it’s my own internal running joke too) but it can't really be true?
Tommy appears to have this huge social network, groups of people he’s still in touch with from the war, including internationally, and including in the officer class; these supposed very reliable contacts in Ireland which I can only assume ties back to the family connections to Ireland and maybe some visit across in his past; the huge respect (and edge of fear) network in Small Heath extending broader into Birmingham; seemingly a very *useful* social-climbing networking he's developed to be able to get the mayor and various politicians to the Grace Shelby charity opening in S3, a society networking which he maintains and builds upon all the way through to Tommy being able to invite actual upper crust society to a ballet at his house (and people attend!)
I mean, there's a level of reserve (rank/war respect) or transactional basis (professional tit for tat society networks), but he also had more friend style connections with say Barney, Freddie (even if it’s soured by the time we see it) and Danny (again, changed by Danny’s own PTSD into that Sergeant-Major thing, but lots of hints it wasn't always like that).
I’ve imagined Tommy puts a significant effort into his social (and society) networking as he does into his business - staying in touch, staying useful, even to the point of using Arthur (or let's imagine his secretaries, his ministerial aides, Polly; picking the right 'hand' who can maintain that relationship for him) to ensure letters and communications keep happening so people remain aware of him, and he stays alive in people’s minds at any possible level of class. He'd have to be maintaining that network like a garden.
The party for Lizzie also didn’t seem like a first time thing for them so I also imagine he hosts quite a lot of social affairs to remain current and connected, which becomes vitally imperative in a different way as a politician compared to a businessman.
But I think that default inner joke, Tommy has no friends and is isolated, is sometimes the claustrophobia of the actual seasons/scenes we see, which are so zoomed into him, into the family, into the worst, that I sometimes double think myself. Just...there’s no way he’s as successful as he is without pouring buckets of effort into society. Admittedly, maybe hardly any of these networking connections are deep connections in the odd way Alfie became one, or Ben Younger could have been one, but Tommy would be talking and meeting and greeting and hosting and writing letters allllllll the time
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catholicxknees · 6 months
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Black/red/white old-school tbs graphics
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Nat: *about to shoot clint with a nerf gun* it's over. accept your fate
Clint: *on his knees, arms open in defeat* you cannot kill me in a way that matters
Maria: *sat on the sofa, watching* im banning you from tumblr Jesus fucking christ
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devilsflowermantis · 2 months
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also having the ability small stomach with my partner pokémon’s ability forge a path is such a good combination
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musicalchaos07 · 1 year
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Jancy + A California Summer Moodboard
Post-Apocalypse Jonathan and Nancy spend a summer with Argyle in California. Relaxing in the sun and sand during the day and checking out new bands in L.A. clubs at night.
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birdmenmanga · 2 months
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had a dream about birdmen where everything was the same except Takayama was a girl and I do mean everything was the same like she was walking around with the same haircut and demeanor and perhaps a skirt and a breast or two... the butch swagger... the everything
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mumbledramblings · 3 months
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if i ever share oc lore or an au scenario and it seems strange and unhinged to you, just know that drakengard 3 is probably my favourite story of all time
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askaceattorney · 11 months
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Dear Blueballoontaco,
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I agree, but Nick has been constantly charged with murder and other crimes too and during the worst times.
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Why does everyone always consider me to be the one that gets arrested under false charges? Nick got charged with murder three times, was disbarred under a false allegation and got bullied in school under a false allegation. His ancestor was charged with murder one time in a Supreme Court of Justice, bound under false allegations for murder, then charged seven more times for dubious charges by the biggest troll of the century. I’m also sure there’s an English girl that was arrested under false charges three times for being a witch.
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*CRASH*
- Maya Fey
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