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burningvelvet · 2 months

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to cope with my post-binge blues from watching black sails, i just finished the treasure island audiobook. it's my first time with any treasure island media - now i have to watch the muppets movie. any way here are my thoughts:

- i knew the character of trelawney had to be based on the romantic era edward john trelawny of byron/shelley fame and I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sources: WONG, AMY R. “The Poetics of Talk in Robert Louis Stevenson’s ‘Treasure Island.’" A Sandison Robert Louis Stevenson and the Appearance of Modernism

- i know that black sails isn't fully intended to be a perfect prequel or meant to be taken as filling in all of the gaps to treasure island but i'm still going to compare & contrast the two lol

- billy spending his whole life obsessed with flint and having alcohol withdrawal induced hallucinations about him. OMG. and i'm shocked that they just casually dropped that he visited flint in georgia to get the map like did flint request to see him before he died, was it just about the map, or did he want closure about the whole thing, did billy seek flint out, why didn't they kill each other, how the fuck did that whole thing go? i need more information dammit

- saw another post on here talking about how in black sails flint has that speech about the drunk guy named flint asking his grandpa for rum before disappearing into the sea and then in treasure island we find out flints last words were asking a "darby mcgraw" for rum before he died SO IN THE BLACK SAILS UNIVERSE DARBY IS HIS GRANDPA and so im wondering DID FLINT 1.0 EVER EXIST AT ALL OR WAS IT SIMPLY FORESHADOWING ALL ALONG but at the same time it doesnt matter because the black sails creators said the ending is intentionally canonically up to interpretation and black sails canon and treasure island canon dont match up any way but still it gives us so much to think about bc we never canonically find out who the fuck darby is

- the doctor is the funniest character ever and him giving zero shits about billy or silver is hilarious LMAO

- rly enjoy the descriptions of the contents of billy's pockets and chest. i love old shit and that whole nautical aesthetic ugh. im currently wondering about the significance of the five sea shells billy had (jim wonders abt them too) if they were souvenirs from the island or what... but we never find out!!

- and what the fuck was up with those black spots I NEED ANSWERS! It worked on Billy but not Silver?

- having grown up on PotC i'm very enthused at the references (the song, the rum, "dead mens chest," etc)

- wish we saw more of jims mom, she was lowkey a badass for a moment there telling everyone off and willing to face the wrath of the pirates with her son lol

- love how the men just take jim on for his valour and then decide to make him a cabinboy and the mom just gets a replacement son to help her around the house lmaoooo i wonder if that was a common thing for single women to do though?

- long john silver has a sort of jekyll/hyde personality (btw the author stevenson also wrote jekyll/hyde for those of you who dont know!) - also why the fuck did they leave him to his own devices toward the end and not have a gun on him 24/7 like? i was also shocked that he didnt run off with all the gold only some of it. most chaotic character ever

- my biggest questions are why did black sails take out the alcoholism and the sea shanties? but importantly the alcholism - if they were going for gritty, as they were? flint and billy's alcoholism is integral to their characters (defines their characters actually) in the book as contrasted by silvers moderation & thats rly interesting. and the lack of singing is just boring - pirates rly did have sea shanties - however i can understand for time constraints per episode and whatnot them taking out the singing for practicality - but the alcoholism again is integral to those characters as well as being historically accurate and realistic & would have added a lot imo

EDIT: immediately after posting this i realized that since there are a few years between the treasure burial and flint's supposed death in georgia, he could have become a drunk in that time if we're creating a black sails to treasure island timeline, and billy wouldn't have become a drunk til later on since black sails is set roughly 20 yrs before treasure island.

HOWEVER - by the talks of it in treasure island, and all the pirates referring to flint as a drunk etc., it would still seem that flint was always that way when they knew him, prone to drinking... but at the same time i guess you could say all the characters are jollier than in black sails as indicated by their singing and their more stereotypical piratey ways.

however i still think the alcoholism & addiction theme would have added an extra layer to everything especially after flints sad drunk scene with eleanor. also in toby stephens deep fathoms interview he said flint is essentially like an addict when it comes to his delusion & desires. anyway i digress

transcript here, audio is on youtube: https://www.justsaypodcast.com/blog/2018/12/18/transcript-interview-with-toby-stephens-of-black-sails

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cher3pie · 1 month

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MY TOP KINS BUT IN A POETIC MANNER PART 1

MY TOP KINS IN ORDER AND WHY BUT POETIC

THE CRIMSION RAIN SOUGHT FLOWER (HUA CHENG)

he is also known by wu ming san lang honghonger xiao hua flower

The reason i relate to him is simple really. he was born under unfortune and he was weak letting his emotions bleed through like blood on a cloth later that blood was made into rain making his emotions less covenant but he doesnt show them much because thats what killed him. he met a special person xianle who became the reason for him to keep living since he didnt have much to care for anway, just like a purpose somethings come and go except for obsessions this one lasted for eternity he followed xianle for years worshipping him even when he wasnt with him because he made him feel like he had a purpose to fight for and he met that purpose when he planned to kill himself and yet ive experienced something similar i met 'him' at my lowest and he became my everything knowing i could never have him until now before i barely even existed to him but he was my purpose for everything he kept everything xianle gave him and used it like i forever will use the happiness they gave me and wear it as a smile he broke himself and became hated just for the one he loved and he did it all for him and that was enough to make hua cheng feel something even if he was rude to most people even when he was shattered and broken physically and mentally he did what ever implied to loving xie lian (crown prince xianle) he did all that for love because he had been hated for something he could never control xie lian was the first person who gave him that love his symbol is a silver butterfly also known as deathly spirit butterflys the symbol of love

WEI WUXIAN NEXT >:P

#hua cheng #tgcf #tian guan ci #hualian #kin list

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boxwinebaddie · 4 months

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WAIT UNCLE NINAAAAA@@!!!! SO WHEN RAVENSTAN TOLD JERSEY HE CALLED HIS NAME IN HIS SLEEP DOES THAT MEANNN

hi, nonnie! is this the quote ur referring to — from rm3?

Yet unperturbed by his ‘away’ with words, the lead singer smirked, cracked his knuckles, blew and buffed the silver of his pinky ring, then tucked his hands behind his head, totally at peace.

“ — Well, twenty-eight, I guess.

You did spend two of them calling my n a m e in your sleep.”

because if soooooo.....

;)

i think it means Exactly what u think that means, darling.

*insert comically incorrect australian vc here*

— and good Eye mate!

because dearest new jersey Did discern that, in the video, he'd appeared to utter an inaudible, but clearly Concise, one syllable word which, should it be a name, and HIS name in particular, like ravenstan had so boldly implied while teasing kyle in chapter three ( which he is Suuuuch a little shit for that smh ) raven is two — so that's out, ravenstan is three ( which only we use anyways ) so that's out too...

but...i can certainly think of a one word syllable that Might be a name.

kyle's Favorite name in fact — however forbidden. a shameless & Not Famous Nickname that a worn, torn, love lorn n traumatized college student who misses his dead sbf might sweetly and subconsciously murmur against the delectably dizzying and distinctly cinnamon chai n clove scented skin thats strewn across the golden, glowing, heavenly, hellacious, edgy hot boy hip tattooed, sun-(s)tanned, nearly kissed, dearly missed and k.o kyle-worshipped sexc rockstar abdomen of 'Stranger' whose true name he name seems to know...

...Even In His Sleep.

but my writer girl riddling and waxed poetics aside, my Favorite Part about being able to give you this side b snippet is that because of we'd only seen boyfailure stan as a flirty, hot shot raven, it literally sounds like he's fucking with kyle like the whole time but...uh...

my man be lying a lot...about a lot of things...like his...Identity...to the whole world and his whole world ( kyle ) but...put some Respect on my man ravenstan's fake name for a minute!!!! because we caught jersey kyle Simping in candid camera — and rae was spitting Facts.

my son did NOT stutter!!!

well...

If A Super Cool Rockstar Stutters And Sputters When You Allegedly Call His Name ( Or Rather The Name Of Ur Dead S[BF] ) For Like Two Minutes Straight In Your Sleep On His Lap And No Nosy College Students / Long Lost Loves Are Awake Enough To See It...

...Did It Even Happen At All?

hm.

maybe not...

but thank god for technology, right? ;)

-uncle nina, being a menace for drama

#i'm noooot saaaaying kyle said stans name in his sleep #but i Will say it is a one syllable word and #it probably Would make stan smile and laugh softly to himself #The RM Stanley Marsh Ugly Laugh And Pretty Smile Combo #its the way that stan as raven is giving kyle so much shit #like he is such a good liar like shut up bestie #ur so unserious like i just know stan was scared to move #that whole time #or breathe terrified to disturb kyle #probably just admiring him like Sigh...So Pretty #& the NERVE to say Buenos Dias Jersey Enjoying Ur Stay? ;)#when u me and mr mackey know DAMN WELL #my man was shitting bricks and making all the little stan sounds totally flustered and squirming and stuttering #stan doing unraven like things and kyle noticing them and being like woah weird wtf hes so awkward and weird and dorky #*heart immediately starts racing* lmaoOOOO #kyle is so confused oh my god #and ur all confused but its okay #u will know things eventually for now i'm glad you enjoyed my weird uncle nina snippet of the boys being cute patoots #i love lil nervous stan making the breathless gasp sound and sweating and cradling kyles face in his hands like something precious #and breaking character on camera because hes That Worried about kyle and gazing at him longingly like HELLO??? GAY!!!#simultaneously tho the second kyles awake and everyones up just going right back to preforming...i do...want to scream

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comvi · 2 months

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silver time silver hi silver.

silver does not like any creature (but whisperer and lucky.)

silver's spikes cannot be controled, "standing up" as a reaction to stress and worry.

silver feels calm and safe around whisperer

silver learnt how to wag his tail from lucky

despite not liking chief for talking to whisperer (it thinks scavs are evil, as they are the ones making rumors about it.)

rumors about it are: "It's an alien!" (made silver get sharp claws on its "slugcat paws")) "It's a weapon for someone!" (Made spikes form on it.") "It lures people in with its mimicking!" (Made it learn to "speak") "It's just alive goop!" (Made silver drag its tail.) "Its unbound!" (Made it grab people.) not all of them but whatever.

silver is perfectly fine with whisperer touching them. but calls him off from it cause they dont know what would happen.

silver's pearls are called boons. What do boons do? help whisperer directly. holdon ima paste some things. Voice, you know anything about this thing? Bring it closer to your eyes can you even see? whatever. OH WHAT THE What? whats wrong? what is it? Uhm...throw it away! what happened to being poetic. and why whats it do Uhm... not good! just...dont keep it! i cant trust you, im asking ...it about it. You better not oh yes i will. Little thing, you are bleeding in MANY places. i'd like to see you walk. You know i can walk. You have 3 seeping marks on your chest, leaking blood, you nearly got your foot-paw bit off. Your arms bleeding and infected, You have scratch marks all over you, and your ear is also bit. Yes, and? ...fuck you. You two. I ran outside, pretty sure it would be there anyway. and it was "Hey!" it seemed.. "happy?" to see me? i hopped down and accidently dropped the pearl i tripped over it and fell flat on my face... embarrassing. i sat up and it somehow was in front of me, tail...wagging... when could it do that? "Y-you came back! H-HH-Hiello!hi!" "You said like all those words wrong but hi." "Why are you--B-BB--B" it covered its mouth "Why you back?" "The uhh...gift? what is it?" i felt the ground, still staring up at it... spooky. "O-O-Oh! it..b-bb-boon!" "a what." the fuck is a boon. "P-P-PLEAsENO!-Place... it onsomething!!" why does it seem so happy... good for it? "What will it do..?" "D-DONT!D-Depends, let me see..." Without warning it yanks it from my paw and holds it close... reading it? "Boon: circle of healing." "Why did you." why. "whydid you say that in perfect speech." i dont. "idont like how you did that why didyoudothat." it ignored me and placed it back on my paw. WHAT! NO IT CANT! cant... what? "I-T-Ilike you enoug.h...T-TOM?GGETOU" it covered its mouth again "Ilike youenough,i think it will help!" "Why uhh....thank you?" BUT IM PUNIsHING YOU! IT CANT ! ARG! i stood up quickly, ready to run off but before i could it stopped me "H-hey!" "What..?" "Iliekyour....eyes..." I forgot my eyes glow in the dark at night. thats...nice? "Thank you???" i quickly ran off, scurrying back into my den. Lucky is still sleeping..."place it on something..." hm.. I use a bundle of rocks to stand the goop colored pearl up.

^ from whisperers head

silver kills people by stabbing them. (claws r cool.)

silver loves nudging whisperer

silver is embarrassed by how they speak.

silvers tendrils will randomly grab things beside it.

the only not covered parts of silver are its feet, and half of its face.

silver is happy with this form.

silver is aware and alert about whisperers injuries, thinking he should lay low for a while.

silver has a predatory grin as a smile.

ifyouwanna knowmore about their boons ask.

who nect...

okay finally answering this!!! so so sorry for the delay! I dont have a big answer this time around cuz were not in that kinda headspace to dump a bunch of information on something i like, but ive read this a few times & i really enjoy how mysterious yet, oddly “cute” (?) silvers nature can be :0) love luv that whole thing where popular/known rumors will often become reality in some way!! + that added bonus fact about whisperer where we’ve found out!! his eyes glow!!! neat neat!!!

#answers to asks like this probably wont be as long as they used to be in general. sorry if this is a bother or anything!#asks #myposts

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stormy333 · 3 years

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Bible Talk

Hello Loves!!!

I won't bore you with a long boring intro but I will get straight to the point. Let's talk Psalms~~

A few days ago a friend asked what my favorite book in the I wanna say new testament but it might have been the whole bible either way it got me thinking well I feel like thats an understatement. More like obsessively reflect about it for days on end, until it came to me. It's the book that has it all, it seems. Well honestly I spend the most time free reading as I like to call it (randomly selecting verses) in Psalms, my go to for anything really, Psalm 91 is great for nightmares (old Isaacs' family tradition or remedy I suppose), Psalm 139 is oddly soothing for me (I am not really sure why to be honest with you), then of course there's chapter 1 of Psalms. The whole point is that there are so many things in Psalms that makes it so amazing and powerful. Jonah is a pretty powerful book to. The book of Matthew is also amazing and powerful, it also carries the story of our Savior's birth; the whole bible is powerful but specifically these catch my attention all the time. We aren't going to be talking about Matthew or Jonah however if you are wondering if we named my cat Jonah after the Jonah from the bible the answer is yes and also I could write you a hilarious blog as to how that came about but back to the topic of discussion; Which bible book is my favorite? The answer is quite simple it is Psalms. In particular one chapter holds my mind these days; Psalm 139

(Check out the link to the chapter and such)

I feel it is important to define the word Psalm before moving forward with this post, so here you go. The word Psalm is defined as two things, [(1) "a sacred song or hymn, in particular any of those contained in the biblical book of Psalms and used in Christian and Jewish worship." (2) "A book of the bible comprising a collection of religious verses, sung or recited in both Jewish and Christian worship. Many are traditionally ascribed to King David."]

Now that we have defined the word Psalm(s) let's dig into this chapter. Chapter 139 of 150 chapters. Let's start with my favorite (also the scariest at least for me) part of this chapter.

O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. ~ Psalm 139:1 KJV

Why is it my favorite you ask? Because it is just the start of the list, it keeps going. It gets more in depth! This verse it's just the beginning!

What's so scary about it you ask? Well for one God searched me, and all of us and he knows us. He KNOWS us. Everything. Our thoughts, what we are going to say, or don't say but feel. He is all knowing and it's comforting but also scary. Bruh I don't know about you but I can think some pretty awful things at times. Much like everyone else in this world I also tend to say those awful thoughts occasionally. Also those thoughts are like at their worst probably burn me at the stake worthy, then there's the mid-level aka just jail time maybe? and lastly we have lowest level demons which will probably just get me smacked in the head? Yeeha so definitely scary to think He knows it ALL, but silver lining He loves us anyways?!

Let's dig into the deeper parts of this Psalm. The reasons I find it SO VERY poetic...

(1) O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.(2) Thou knowest my downsetting and mine uprising, thou understandeth my thought afar off. (3) Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. (4) For there is no word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. (5) Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. (6) Such knowledge is to wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it. (7) Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? (8) If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. (9) If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; (10) Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. (11) If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the light about me. (12) Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. (13) For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. (14) I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. (15) My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. (16) Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in all thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. (17) How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! (18) If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake I am still with thee. (19) Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men. (20) For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain. (21) Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am I not grieved with those who rise up against thee? (22) I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. (23) Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: (24) And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Yes, yes I know I quoted the whole chapter. Fun stuff but let's dive deeper. Also yes I find this whole chapter very poetic and amazing and rad! Anyways get your gear we're going diving!!!

Let's take a look at verse 5. "Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me." So we already know David is talking about the Lord, but what is he saying in this particular verse? Usually talking about God's hand being over us is a symbol of protection. From there we can use basic knowledge of context clues and common sense to figure this out. Beset has two definitions [(1) (of a problem or difficulty) trouble or threaten persistently. (2) be covered or studded with.] Now that we have defined the word beset we can move forward. I should also mention that the definition we are using for beset in this verse is definition number two to be covered or studded with.

Now we know that "thou" is referring to God. Beset in this particular verse is talking about being covered, then we know that talking about God's hand being "laid upon" us means a protection barrier right? Time for context clues... "Thou hast beset me behind and before" behind and before? What's that mean? Think about it while we move further on then we'll discuss it again.

Okay so let's skip a few verses ahead and look at 7-13;

[(7) Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? (8) If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. (9) If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; (10) Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. (11) If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the light about me. (12) Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. (13) For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.]

Here David is talking about how God is everywhere. So this is where we backtrack to verse 3 where David mentions God being "acquainted with all my ways"

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Not only is God all knowing but he is also EVERYWHERE. Not only does God just know of us, because there's a MAJOR difference BUT God knows us and is acquainted with us and our ways! WOW! Billion dollar thing right here, not only is he acquainted with our ways and not only does he know us inside out/ upside down and sideways He MADE US!!! We could go on and on for absolute ages quoting verses that support David's claim of to say it simply God knowing all and being everywhere, but I don't really feel drawn that direction. He loves us the way we are. All of our flaws. He LOVES us.

This passage give me comfort when all I have are questions, I don’t quiet get it but this passage expresses a lot to me and I wanted to share it with you all and I hope you all got something from it. I love you all, have a good day/nigh whenever you are reading this!

As always stay safe and until next time!

Hailey Marie

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maybcrry · 3 years

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‘ i’m not worth it. ’ @pyrrhicmessiah

as soon as the words left her lips, she could not help the deep rage that burned through her blood like the fires of a volcano would burn though a village. spinning to face the blonde, fierce determination shining upon her features. “ here you are, a brilliant, amazing and clever woman telling me that you are not worth it. ” a soft scoff escapes, taking a step closer. “ whoever made you feel that way, clarke griffin, trust me when i tell you that i despise them. with every breath in my lungs do i hate them. ” pausing a moment to compose herself, taking clarke’s hands within her own. “ because you are worth it. you are worth it all clarke. i only wish you could see yourself the way i and so many others see you. ” slipping one hand away to now press to the blonde’s cheek, searching her expression though she was not sure for what. “ never let anyone douse your flames for the world deserves to see your beautiful fire. ”

#pyrrhicmessiah #* ask meme / answered.#* verse tbd.#idk where they are or whats going on but #heres silver being overdramatic and overly poetic ur welcome #also i apologise for how touchy she is but thats how she shows love and friendship ansjdkfn

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anawkwardlady · 2 years

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Me : You like Alois Trancy ? From that Kuroshitsuji show ?

... : Yes i do he is okay.

Me : He was a bit much at my first watching but you really have to let that sink in and re-watch him again, like, right after the first one : I was 13 i think. When I watched the season 2 for the second time I really understood he was badly written in a way thats touching. Even if he wasn't he was expressing things I was repressing, being adorable and cruel and raw. He is been compared to Ciel when Ciel became a parody of himself and was made so perfect and desired by everyone it paradoxically repulsed me. I mean it's the issue with this writing trap isn't it ? You cannot put people in Madonna/Whore paradox and expect people to love both at the same time even if it was your goal. But it's not Ciel's fault either and I love Ciel because I know he was not who he was in season 2. And he had the manga to get his dignity back. He did.

... : Is that a raincoat ?

Me : Yes Allen it is. Like it's crazy, cruel, ironic and poetic. How Alois was let down within the story by the characters, by the writers who treated him like an afterthought and then by the consumers and sometimes by his own fans who tried to save him by erasing his worst flaws. Which were a part of him. I'm not innocent. Either way, I can only love someone who wanted to be love so hard and wasn't. I crave anyone who's took for granted. I chose the other choice you know. I will always chose silver. I'm at peace now you know. People's views changed, I grew up. The younger fans have this same rage I used to have before, before I understood.

... : I don't get it...

Me : I know, I know... It takes a certain kind of person... Hey Paul !

(okay now i REALLY hope theres enough overlap between american psycho memes and kuro fans or i'll look terrible...)

#nana is posting #alois trancy #dont ask im so sorry im #im feeling shame rn #kuroshitsuji #for good mesure take that at like the 10th degree just in case im fully being a jockster please dont think im weird

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solomonish · 3 years

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not me sliding in on a liddol rolly chair to wreck ya friday. anyway so like the lollipop thing right? so it stands to reason that the human mind is finite, and can only remember so much. there's also theories that the more you remember something, the more the memory itself is altered, to the point where you can accidentally take a daydream and make it into an encoded "memory" if you try hard enough. we (re: mc) have also only known monsolo for a wee stretch of time, whereas say asmo, on the other hand, has presumably been with him since the b.c. biblical days. which! naturally wouldn't line up with the timeline lain out so beautifully by the wonderful @sophieoflhant (love ur work btw if ur reading this). what I'm saying is solomon remembers something incorrectly and mc watches as asmo's smile falls imperceptibly, his sunset eyes dappled with clouds for the briefest of moments before he perks up and immediately joins in, lies as sweet as honey rolling smoothly from his bitten, silver tongue. he's never had the heart to ruin his dear friend's reveries, after all. not when they were so much more beautiful than reality - pb anon, aka The Bastard (hehehe okay listen listen after your last comment I had to come up with An Angst the gremlin instinct in me wouldn't let me rest until I did djejfjejdj) (also I hope today's been kind to you, and that the weekend ahead is twice as lovely!!! <3 )

What the fuck nonnie why would you do this to me 😭

But you're not far off! If I remember correctly (ironic considering the discussion topic) from my memcog class, human long term memory doesn't have a limit! Errors in memory usually occur in the encoding or retrieval stages (i.e. initial info processing or information recall) rather than in storage, MEANING the information is most likely there it's just inaccessible. Which, to me, is even more tragic in like a poetic sense. (I mean there's more to it like different levels of processing but im not here to write an entire psych essay right now lol so this will do) ALSO YES memory is very very easily influenced by outside info and easily reshaped and reformed to the point where false memories can occur and inaccurate memories are abound. (Sorry psych is just my JAM I love talking about it and especially trying to apply it to solomon)

(Also on the topic of memory - we don't remember things as a linear snapshot, we remember key details and then use new information available to piece together the parts of the memory we didn't log into our heads which is why its so easy to 'manipulate memories. I wonder, just how many people does Solomon remember with much more fondness than is deserved? How many memories has Solomon merged together? How many mantras that get him through immortality are based off of accidental lies? Its really a great potential source of angst)

BUT what I did NOT think about was Asmo knowing about the little things Solomon misremebers. I never thought about what might happen if he hears Solomon tell a story that ends happier than it actually did, or regale you with a childhood story that isn't actually his. Maybe some of his stories of legend really ARE legends and he's just don't something similar, he just THOUGHT he did it. And Asmo let's him have it!! God thats so sad and I love it.

(It does stand to reason that Demon memory is much more efficient and accurate than human memory, after all, since demons and angels tend to be "im you but better" to humans.)

Solomon fascinates me and I want to study him. Pick his brain and learn exactly how it works. But also kiss his forehead and tell him it'll be alright 🥺

But to end on a happier note I do endorse this shoutout to @sophieoflhant and I love how she tries desperately to figure Solomon out. Truly the MVP ✨

#asked and answered #pubonic blague anon #angst #solomon #obey me solomon #long post #'psych is my jam' i say as i only talk about the most base level stuff

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pfreadsandwrites · 3 years

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congratulations on 100+ followers!!🥺❤️✨ bless you and your quality content ahhhh and thats a really good list of prompts there i actually had trouble picking one... but, since im truly a sucker for angst at heart, can i please have a number 15 with Kakashi?👀 please hurt me lmao thank you, and congrats once again!❤️

100 follower celebration

Yes, i used this mangacap.

Anyway, ahh @enchantedpendant, I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting so long for this! I know you expressed excitement over me writing something angsty way back when I first began the celebration event and ugh I’m just sorry it’s taken so long. And thank you for your support as well. You’ve been so amazing and encouraging right from the start and I’m so grateful :) I really hope you like this... if ‘like’ is the correct word.

Oh - also, to the anon that also requested this exact prompt (great minds think alike, huh?) I’m planning on writing a different version for you! But yours is the penultimate or last one so I’m hoping this’ll tide you over in the meantime!

This is my first piece after being unable to write for a while - forgive me if it’s rusty. I worked hard on this but I also struggled to all hell with it. It’s a circular-ish/montage-y piece. And I could have made it short, focusing on the scene itself, but I wanted this to have an emotional impact, ya know? I hope it worked! Please let me know what you think. Or if there are any mistakes.

warnings: character death, angst, miscarriage, sad feels all around, female reader, mild violence and sex mentions but nothing explicit, 2.9k

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15. “Don’t die on me - please.”

Why did it always feel too soon, each time he let you go?

You remember it, the first time it happened.

How could you not? Little, insignificant, as it might have been to some - to him, if he could convince himself - to you, it was momentous. Lasting only a second, where his calloused fingers had brushed against yours, softer than his, yes, but no less enduring. The normally aloof eye, the only one he seemed to show without hesitation, was intent, the obsidian endless in its depth.

But - out of courtesy to him, or some kind of self-preservation - you’d paid it no mind. Or kept up that pretence, anyway. You found your footing as quickly as you’d lost it, stumbling away from his support no matter how reluctant you were to do so. The gratitude you’d muttered was enough and it seemed like you’d made the right choice; when that quietly shrewd eye of his turned away from you and his strong hands let you go in the same movement. He never let you bask in your own clumsiness, but that somehow made you feel worse. His nonchalance was excruciating. As if he hadn’t just saved you and made it look effortless. As if his touch alone hadn’t frozen you in place.

As if it never happened at all.

(It never should have happened at all.)

But still, you remember it. The moon’s luminosity the perfect backdrop, illuminating that wild silver hair as he turned away from you.

(It was all so disgustingly poetic.)

It took longer than it should have for you to turn away in kind. But you did. Eventually. You made the awkward trek back to camp before him, the internal rambling of your self-berating your only company. It grew louder each time you looked back, stealing little glances against your own will.

It was so loud that you didn’t notice much else.

Not even Kakashi stealing glances back at you, for instance.

***

Why did your breath hitch, even when the air had never been more tranquil?

You remember.

How he always did that, you still don’t know. Perfect timing, though you never appreciated just how perfect until he was gone again.

(You should have learnt to count your blessings.)

Without a trace, and so quickly, unceremoniously, that the entire encounter might well have been a mirage. It still might have been.

(Maybe it’d been better that way.)

You’d had enough. You didn’t think it through much further, and your desperation triumphed over your cautiousness as you sought out the bar exit. The mission, against all odds, was a success. And, against all better judgement, you were dragged along to the accompanying celebration. The atmosphere should have been infectious, you should have smiled more, you should have enjoyed yourself.

Then again, you couldn’t find much to celebrate. Mistakes - your mistakes - had piled up. Your team completed the mission despite you, not because of you. The liability, not the heroine.

(In hindsight, would it really have been so terrible if things ended for you there?)

You’d exhaled dramatically as you made your escape, a feeble attempt to expel all the guilt and shame you’d retained, or tried to retain, up until now.

You still remember the lilt of his voice, smooth and somehow jovial, but never losing that gravelly undertone, as you walked around the corner. How could you ever forget it? No matter how lax he sounded, or tried to sound, the severity lurking underneath always cut you deep.

Are you alright, he’d asked, already knowing the answer. With that signature one-eyed smile, he pretended to believe your response. And you pretended, in turn, that his smile didn’t have had the effect on you it did.

You didn’t exchange that many words as he walked you home, but somehow, it was enough. Though he was always careful with what he revealed, it was enough. He understood - much more than he let on, you suspected - but it was enough.

You didn’t hate yourself quite as much anymore, and - well, it wasn’t too much of a stretch - it didn’t seem like he hated you either. Something in the way his hand squeezed your shoulder, lingering for a moment, just before he saw you off. Was he reluctant to let go?

Maybe.

You slept better that night.

You’d find out later, that, miraculously, Kakashi did too.

***

Why did you feel so secure, sharing in all that suffering?

You remember.

(Why had you been so stupid?)

You’d almost dropped your flowers, when you saw him standing there, facing the memorial stone. It shouldn’t have been shocking; you’d heard gossip, in passing, about how much time he spent here. You’d also heard, in passing, how late he tended to be. Putting two and two together, you never held the latter against him.

You understood, after all. You'd understood all the more as your eyes bore into his back. Something in the way he curled and uncurled his fists, the way he sighed, the way his straightened back gradually hunched.

As far back as you could recall, your attitude to graveyards was… ambivalent. You’d avoid them whenever you could, not out of any tendency to be spooked or anything like that. You just couldn’t bring yourself to leave. It was peaceful, to be immersed somewhere so solemn, with such dense air - but the gravity of it also chained your feet there like an anchor. You knew each time you were there, regardless of your own volition, wouldn’t be the last. So if anyone were to empathise with this particular way he chose to punish himself, it was you.

(And now you would take it on twofold in his stead. What a joke.)

“You don’t often come here,” he’d said quietly, matter-of-factly. Devoid of judgement, though he didn’t bother to face you.

“No. I probably don’t spend as much time here as I should…,” your voice trailed off, and found new confidence, when you watched him stare at that stone. Hopelessly. You didn’t know all the details. But you didn’t need to. All you knew that it was simultaneously frustrating and pitiful. “And you probably spend too much.”

This time, he glanced back over his shoulder. You couldn’t exactly see through his mask, but he seemed… amused? “How do you figure that?”

“Call it a hunch.”

He chuckled, satisfied, and stepped back to give you room. “Then, I guess we balance each other out.”

“What a pair we are.”

“Right. Well, I better-“

You still don’t know why you decided to grab his wrist that day, when he turned to leave. You still don’t know why you couldn’t bring yourself to let go, either.

You still don’t know why Kakashi decided to stay.

***

Why did you flit so rapidly from anger to elation, and why was it always because of him?

You remember.

In hindsight, it had been your fault.

(What the fuck else was new?)

Retreat. Get out of here. It had been a simple order. But it had felt impossible, when the enemy appeared from behind, jutsu blaring, its raw power visible, that disgusting snarl on its wielders’ face - aiming for him.

You didn't think. You couldn’t think. You leapt in front of the attack within seconds, and your plan ended there.

The same couldn’t be said for your captain. With his signature finesse, with a rare scowl - you couldn't tell who it was aimed at - you were moved away, and the enemy deflected, in the same movement.

The battle had come to an end shortly after, through no fault of your own. It took all you had, but you bit your tongue as he scolded you, in front of your comrades, quietly healing your wound.

You had acted for his sake.

(How futile.)

Apparently, that meant nothing to him, not even worthy of acknowledgement. It wasn’t like you had expected gratitude - but for a man known for his stoicism to blow up, and because of you - it made you livid in turn.

The journey back had been silent, seemingly just so you could bask in your own shame.

So, when you were back in the sanctuary of your home, nursing your injury, your failure, and your pride - you hadn’t expected to hear a knock.

Nor had you expected him. Headband missing, brow furrowed and glaring at you in that way you couldn’t understand, much less accept. You’d made a mistake - of disobeying orders, of recklessness, of caring - but why the hell did he care in turn?

“What?” You had hissed, unable to contain the outrage of his interruption of your little haven. Not that it made it any easier to look at him. “You’re here to admonish me again?”

“What the hell was that?” He growled in turn. “You disobeyed my orders and almost got yourself killed.”

“I-,” your voice shook, tears pricked your eyes - he was right, even if it pained you to admit it, but it wasn’t fair. The space between you had shrunk. He was so close now that you saw the rise and fall of his broad chest beneath his vest - apparently just as outraged as you. You had never seen him like this before. “Why are you so mad at me? I was just trying to - I thought-”

“Am I supposed to factor in every one of your impulses? Why did you do that?”

You remember how you heard his heartbeat, pounding - pounding just as loud as yours was. And it depleted your inhibitions. “Because - because you were in danger, you asshole!”

You remember how he had gently grabbed your injured wrist, just as you were about to shove him. You’d anticipated his reflexes, but you couldn’t have anticipated his expression, when you finally met his gaze. You remember how swiftly he’d pulled down his mask, but you couldn’t have anticipated just how breathtaking he’d be, either. Nor how it could feel when he kissed you - finally.

When Kakashi moved to pull away, of course, of course, you moved to pull him right back.

***

Why did you always let him leave?

You remember.

(If you knew how it would end, you never would have let him. Better still, maybe you never should have let him enter in the first place.)

Safe.

You’d never felt so safe.

When he’d appear and reappear at your apartment - the window, never the door, despite your half-hearted protests - waving with that stupid, adorable, one-eyed smile. He knew you’d saunter over, sliding it open with a matching grin, every time without fail.

(You always did. That much, you did.)

When he’d laugh, when you told him about your mishaps. You’d laugh at his in kind - though it didn’t suit you, and you replaced it with your usual sympathetic ear. When you’d accompany him to the memorial stone, and pull him way just at the right time. When he’d pull you away, too.

(What a fool.)

When he’d unmask himself around you, and you pretended not to notice, like it didn’t floor you. When you watched him struggle to decide whether he was relieved or offended. When he kissed you, in that indescribable way that wavered between tentative and determined, soft and powerful, usually choosing the perfect time to flit to the latter, making your knees buckle in the process.

(What a fool.)

When he’d undress you, and no matter how desperate he’d seem, how he always paused to take you in. When he’d move in you, filling your heart and body so much that you thought you might burst. When he’d hold you just that little bit closer, tighter, longer every time.

(What a fool.)

Even when he’d leave, sometimes after you’d fallen asleep, sometimes before - sometimes in the morning - when he’d leave for a day, a week, a month - you felt safe.

Because you knew, in the deep recesses of your heart, that each time you saw him wouldn’t be the last.

(What a fucking fool.)

You remember the first time he said it. Quietly, earnestly, unceremoniously.

“I love you,” Kakashi had murmured into your ear one night, when he was so, so sure you were sleeping.

***

Why did you ever dare think you had any cause for optimism?

You remember.

The two lines, glaring upwards and through you, from that unremarkable little piece of plastic. They’d ran parallel - you thought it apt, just like your trepidation and your excitement. The lines would never meet, though.

(How apt.)

You’d been happy. That was what had shocked you most, save only for the very fact of you being in this situation in the first place. But behind the fear, there it was. A little glow, a nucleus of hope and future nascent deep in your centre, spread through your heart and speckled to your fingertips, your face, your smile - that paired flawlessly with the little bundle of meaning, the combination of you and him budding in your belly.

(Buds drop off before blooming all the time.)

You thought it’d be easy.

(How stupid.)

You thought you could share it all with him right away.

(You wished.)

But there was a part of you that faltered, when he’d show up at your window in that deceptively lax way. The words stuck in your throat, whenever he asked you if you were alright. The ease of his question didn’t match the weight of the truth. It almost felt… cruel.

Maybe his fears would eclipse yours, and all that euphoria you’d harboured would dissolve. Maybe he’d be angry, though you suspected that even if he were, it’d be short lived. Maybe you’d end up keeping him from his duty.

(Maybe you were just a coward.)

Regardless, your hands would float to your stomach whenever they weren’t occupied. Regardless, your mind would conjure up a future, remiss of your own will, an idyllic scene of a child, a marriage, something so sickly sentimental that you wanted to scold yourself. Regardless, it gave you hope.

It was enough, you’d decided. You'd get over it, face him and your fears, because what was waiting on the other side was so good that you’d forget that you had any in the first place. You’d do it.

You’d tell Kakashi the next time you saw him.

***

Why did it always feel too soon, each time he let you go?

You remember it, the last time it happens.

How could you not? The moon’s luminosity the perfect backdrop, incandescent, illuminating that wild silver hair, that crimson eye, that tired eye. His blood gleams under its splendour, under the green light that emanates fruitlessly from your delicate, shaking fingers. Softer than his, but no less enduring.

It’s all so disgustingly poetic.

He refuses to scream, or shout - just whisper your name, in that restrained, ever-abiding tone. It’s never made you want to scream out more in his turn. You would have done anything to absorb it all in its stead.

“What are you doing here?” he demands, as if he has the energy to. As if you can answer. As if you don’t see the wounds, the bloodshot-eyes, that compliance of his own mortality. His hand - the one that you were stupid enough to trust in, to think was strong - clenches around yours, calloused, then weakens, loosening its grip. He follows it with another impossible, familiar order. “Get out of here.”

“Shut up. Don’t die on me - please,” you beg, coughing up your words in between the sobs that spill forth, onto his face. The ache, the deep, sharp cramp in your hips, the agonising spark that spreads throughout your lower body, and you repeat your futile mantra two-fold.

(It hurts. It hurts so much.)

“Y/N, I- I’m sorry,” he begins, moving to use his dwindling force to brush away your healing fingers, “it’s too late for that. Just get somewhere safe. Please.”

“Shut up,” you repeat. You gasp hoarsely, reinforcing your grip. The pain deepens, in the pit of your throat, your heart, and in your womb, amalgamating together inextricably in some hellish concoction just for you and you alone. “Shut up.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. His eyes lid, and suddenly that scar never seems so cutting. It’s all so obvious. He just looks so tired, so… resigned. As if he’s been waiting for this. “I love you.”

“I love you too. So you can’t-”

“It’s over. You know it as well as I do.”

Somewhere, somewhere deep down, you always knew. You knew, but never wanted to admit it. He’d made his peace with dying, long before you ever met, and you can’t hold him back any longer. It almost feels… cruel.

(Not as cruel as him.)

His hand drops, dropping with a graceless thud against your damp thigh. “Y-you’re covered in blood. That’s all mine…?”

“Yes,” you lie, voice as thick as the mixture of blood and tears that stain both you and him. “Don’t worry about me.”

He stops - and you almost think he’s going to call you out, like he’s done so many times before.

(You wish he would.)

You’ve never been able to dupe him. But instead, his eyes crinkle at the corners.

(You love him. You love him so much.)

He smiles that hidden smile, one last time.

His fingers that fight with yours give up, one last time.

He whispers your name, one last time.

Why did it always feel too soon, each time Kakashi let you go?

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unsanctitude · 3 years

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Personally, I love the idea of Vanity being weakened by silver and roses, since it would be very poetic for him to be harmed or repelled by such popular symbols of wealth and beauty.

ohh thats a great way to think about it, i agree!

hand in hand with his vulnerability towards natural light but obsession with the artificial

#he's fake all over #ask #vanity

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eathotchp · 3 years

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thealmightyemprex · 4 years

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Top 10 Underrated films

Like Guilty Pleasures this was hard to catergorize,so I went with movies I love or like but arent talked about enough or people dismiss them

Bedazzled (1967)

This is a comedy classic but you mention the title Bedazzled people think of the remake(Which I havent seen so have no oppinion on it ) .This is one of my all time favorite comedies ,a buddy film about a fry cook named Stanley and his buddy George who will make all his dreams come true.....And George can do this cause he happens to be the Devil .Stanley has sold his soul for seven wishes that he can use to woo his crush MArgret ....But one must be careful what they wish for.The wish segments are all hilarious but the highlight of the film is Stanley and Georges weird friendship .And yes George is my favorite film interpertation of the Devil

Death on the Nile

So I think this movie gets overshadowed by Murder on the Orient Express and the David Suchet TV series Poirot ,which is a shame cause this is a great murder mystery.Yes Peter Ustinov isnt the best Poirot but he is still fun and engaging ,and while what made Orient Express work was the style and directing ,the cast is what makes this film works.Oh Orient Express had a great cast too,but this is more of a character focused story and each actor here plays their role to perfection,with the highlights being Angela Lansbury as a drunken writer and Mia Farrow who delivers one of my favorite performances ever,she is that good in this

Willard(2003)

The story of a lonely man and his army of rats Crispin Glover delivers one of his greatest performances ,this role was perfect for him .Its definately a weird film ,not for everybody,but if you love a good animal horror movie/character study this is one to check out

The Abominable Dr Phibes

This is another unsusual film,because it has Vincent Price,an actor with a very distinct voice .....Giving a mostly silent performance and when he does speak in ti is in a somewhat mechanical monotone way .Thats a hard thing to sell but honestly Phibes is one of Vincent Prices greatest roles ,and shows how good he can be even without his greatest strengths .The plot revolves around Phibes disfigured from a car accident seeking revenge on the surgeons who failed to save his beloved wife using the 10 plagues of Egypt.Add in a mechanical band ,bizarre death traps ,and Joseph Cotten from Citizen Kane and you get an odd film ....And yet it is witty,poetic ,and a bit comic booky,Phibes has a supervillain vibe to him .I adore this film and if you are in the mood for a rther offbeat horror film this is one I reccomend.Plus it has in my oppinion the best death of any horror film

Streets of Fire

A rock and roll western set in an amalgamation of the 50′s and 80′s .....This filmis wild .Striking visuals ,great music ,Rick Moranis ,a sinister villain played by Willem DaFoe ,an awesome sidekick and a SLEDGEHAMMER DUEL .The thing that holds it back is the hero,who is going for kind of a Robert Mitchum thing but comes across as a bit of a dick ,Everything else works though

Ravenous

So this movie is a homoerotic horror comedy western about super powered cannibals .....Needless to say this films appeal is very niche ,but those who love this fim REALLLY love it,and I’m among them .It has a fanbase but I call it underrated because it’s not an easy film to reccomend and it isnt widley known .This is a film that should not work but it really does ,and Robert Carlyle delivers one of the great villain performances

Dragonheart

Yes Dennis Quaid is miscast but the rest of the film is great.Its a buddy movie about a knight and a dragon ,thats just fun .David Thewlis makes for a good villain and Sean Connery is perfectly cas as Draco the dragon.Also the ending ALWAYS makes me cry

Arashi No Yoru Ni

An adorable film about the relationship between a wolf and a goat and the hardships they face.The ending goes on a little too long but dammit THIS MOVIE IS ADORABLE ! ITS SO DARN CUTE AND IT MAKES ME CRY IT IS SO DARN SWEET

Batman vs Dracula

When it comes to animated Batman movies this one gets lost in the shuffle which is a shames cause it is good.What can I say I love horror and I love Batman .Also Vampire Joker is the stuff of nightmares

Batman The Movie

So....This is my favorite live action Batman movie......I am not kidding .It just flows the best of any Batman movie for me,Adam West is just how I picture the silver age Batman,and I love seeing all the villains hanging out

@cinefantastiquemitho @filmcityworld1 @inevermetapenguinididntlike

#batman the movie #batman vs dracula #ravenous #streets of fire #arashi no yoru ni #the abominable dr. phibes #willard #dragonheart #bedazzled #death on the nile

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