𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥e.
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Direct reference to that one famous photo of Anne Hathaway, Audra McDonald & Raul Esparza in “Twelfth Night”.
@captainofalltheships / captainofalltheships.tumblr.com
𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥e.
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Direct reference to that one famous photo of Anne Hathaway, Audra McDonald & Raul Esparza in “Twelfth Night”.
Blue Eye Samurai || Episode 2
I’m here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in. I’m here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful.
“Spoiler” by Hala Alyan, The New Yorker
AHSOKA | 1X05: SHADOW WARRIOR
You are more, Anakin. But more powerful and dangerous than anyone realized.
there's something so compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the ironic symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.
also yes i do enjoy a bit of penetration imagery and the perverse intimacy of violence. if you must know.
Barefoot Gen introduction by author Keiji Nakazawa, from the 2004 English edition.
Has to be one of the best passages of a book I’ve read in a long time
That’s marriage. [x]
Hoop for Episode 12 of Season 2 of @thesiltverses . Probably my very favorite scene of the entire show, delivered by one of my favorite voice actors. I could not stop thinking about doing something for this scene.
"In the emptiness around us, black and twisted shapes have risen from the waves. They hang there, lifted high into the air, the white chemical froth dripping from their flanks.
Gulls, bloodily impaled upon black tendrils that have burst forth from the flesh of blinking cod. Crocus flowers swell and blossom from the wounds of predator and prey alike.
The waters of the channel have become a memorial garden - and a frozen act of vengeance.
In time, we pass the colossal form of a dead whale, raised up high above us, floating on a thousand slender black spines that emanates from below.
Paige does not wake. She keeps on babbling.
I whisper words of comfort that she cannot possibly hear, and I keep my trembling hand upon the tiller.
We keep ploughing on, through the dark and polluted waters - my prophet and me."
Florence Pugh on her way to the Venice Film Festival on September 5, 2022
I'm. not ok!
what does the sky feel like?
the sky feels like endless possibility when there's nothing around you and you can open your chest to it and every future it holds as it stretches out before you, vast and intangible and consuming
the sky feels like love when stars and planets twinkle in the distance and a cool breeze melts soft happy voices with the music they're singing along to under the silver light of the moon
the sky feels like punishment when you can't hide from the angry sun it holds and sweat drips down your body as if you're lifting the weight of the universe on your back
the sky feels like a promise and a warning when it is heavy and gray, lightning flashing across its face as the smell of rain permeates the air. reckoning, replenishment, ruin, and rebirth.
Jan Lauschmann Old Tree in Winter II 1964
if you’re not following the photographer for Our Flag Means Death this is your sign to do so