The thing about it too is that Panna a Netvor utilizes the conflict between beauty vs. ugliness in so many more ways than the very obvious one. And then it blurs them so that it’s not so simple anymore to use such merely reactive words as beauty and ugliness to describe what we see. There is a brilliant quality to the decay and rot and dilapitation going on in the castle and beyond, and a sharp edge to the lush, rich beauty of jewels, dresses and snow purely white.
amity, coming from an abusive invasive house, being respectful of luz’s privacy and not trying to force answers out of luz and making an attempt to communicate is making me so emotional i love u little funky lesbian
as you might know i am fairly neutral on the matter of retellings and i only watch commercial Feminist Retellings TM from afar because they are not quite the kind of dialogue with the ancient i am interested in, but i Do have an active concern about them, which is that my impression is that they often come from a position of arrogance and unwillingness to listen to what the ancient has to say. the core assumption is that the ancient has nothing more to say as it is. the core assumption is that ancient stories about ancient women need to be reworded, reframed, transformed for us to be able to connect with them. that horror and violence have no place in these stories. as if the modern world didn’t know any helen, any persephone, any philomela and procne, any arethusa, any cyane and so on. engaging with the ancient means picking up a millennia-long thread. if you cut it, you are either doing something revolutionary or something deeply meaningless.
If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’.-We’re currently doing a complete watch-through of all the Granada TV series!
On 27th March we’ll watch two episodes from the ’GranadaHolmes’ Adventures TV series. These wereproduced by the British tv company Granada in 1984 and starred Jeremy BrettandDavid Burke.
The Naval treaty:(Link) & The Solitary Cyclist: (Link)
Note - we are in clock change territory - the UK’s clocks change on the morning of the 27th March, so double check you have the correct time. - stupid ‘summertime’ madness!!
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!) Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
Please re-blog this if you can as Tumblr seems to hide posts with links in.
i saw a post on tiktok about dying in battle and your last words to a member of your party is a confession of your love. but then you get resurrected and have to face the consequences. and i want that but like. as a character backstory. you get resurrected which you didn’t realise your cleric could do and the person you’re in love with is like uh hey? and so you pretend to go back unconscious to continue recovering until the party rests for the night and you fuckin’ book it. change your name change your class get a new adventuring party. don’t be suspicious (don’t be suspicious)
everyone thinks you have some dark and edgy backstory but really you’re just an idiot who was so afraid of being rejected that you faked your death.
Absolutely adding this to the list of future character backgrounds
we need to kill all forms of self deprecating humor in 2022. literally eradicate that shit
i’m serious the amount of damage that the half jokey “i-i’m trash and bad at everything hshshshshsj!” mindset has done to the minds of vulnerable mentally ill young people especially young kids and teenagers should be considered a federal crime i think. whoever decided that state of mind is Quirky and Ideal and relatable to spread to impressionable people should be guillotined and gnawed on. no more
i am big and strong and immortal and also funny and good at art and also the smartest person alive i am the secret ingredient to a good day
let your whumpee escape. let them get away from their captor, their interrogator, the group beating them, or the building that has collapsed on them. let them free themself under their own power, without any aid.
let them get away, but don’t let them find support.
make them try to find shelter as they cradle a broken bone, or press a hand to a wound to slow the bleeding until they have enough time to try to patch it up. make them search for a motel that’s cheap enough, or a deserted building or alley.
make them cobble together bandages out of pillowcases stripped off of the first bed they’ve seen in weeks. make them try to wrap clumsily torn strips around an injury they can’t quite reach well enough to treat on their own. let them collapse as they try to get back to the bed, and make them pick themself back up because no one is there to help them.
Oh to be a strange gnc cloaked person exploring an abandoned world and vibing
1000 of ya’ll agree so get your ponchos and cloaks we’re going on an ambigious journey with no clear destination and either vibe on some ruins or kill an omnipresent being.
It’s finally here!! The Onion you’ve all been hearing about for a couple of months now. @stardryad and I have worked hard on this story and we hope you’ll love it just as much as we do! Please go give her some love for the amazing artwork she is doing for this collaborative story! (Check out the cover artwork here!)
As the Master of Shadows and King Under the Mountain, Thorin lives burdened with guilt and loss, for Erebor is dark, dead, and on the brink. That is until he finds a possible solution to save his people in a being that radiates light and life. But is it truly possible to save them all from the shadows he created?
Both hands soon clutched at the arms of that stone throne, knuckles white beneath the regalia, and a scowl that could rival the snow itself with how chilling it was. “You ask me to feed them hope where there is none simply by appearance alone, it is a cruel thing, Balin,” Thorin growled, moving to pop the crown from his head as a visible act of defiance, not only to the holiday but to his title as King Under the Mountain.
Bitter as he was, Thorin wasn’t going to deny one pleading shade for a simple task, regardless of how it struck at his heart as being painful. “I will do as you ask, but I am not staying, nor am I acting as a superior.” Which explained the crown being placed on the arm of the throne.
“That is all I ask,” Balin gave a cordial bow in the face of frustration, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been snapped at, and he doubted it would be the last. “Just don’t dash anyone’s hopes along the stone should they present you with good tidings.”
All Thorin could present was a grunt and his eyes shut once more, dismissing Balin with a wave before resting his chin atop a closed fist yet again. A few moments and he would honor his word, just as he did each and every time through a painful mask.
The moments of silence ticked by, the room feeling just as cold and empty as it did even when Balin was present. It mattered little how many of those shades entered the room, the feeling always remained the same. “Another year, another celebration of failure,” Thorin muttered to himself, disdain coloring his tone as his features seemed to sharpen and sour. “When will it end?” Sadly, eternity was the only option for him, and despite his misery in watching these memories of people who once were whole pass him by, he could not abandon them to dissipate into nothingness.
The only reason Thorin remained here was to preserve what little fond memories he had.
Respectable public, we present you: The Onion ❤️
We’ve been working on it for some time and it’s our little baby ;0; it’s been awesome to work with Razzy’s amazing and efficient braincells as well as her lovely heart and care uvu
So it begins! Shares and comments are so appreciated! /o/ ✨
A/N: AHHHH I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys and I can’t believe this is the first time I’m writing for Kakashi. I love this man, how have I not written even once for him until now??
It was a lovely day in Konoha. The spring sun shone brightly in the sky, slowly disappearing behind the buildings with only a few clouds to be seen and warming up the cold atmosphere the winter had left behind. A soft breeze made the cherry blossom leaves twirl and dance around, gently landing in people’s faces. With the advent of spring, the dull and cold atmosphere of winter left and the people’s hearts thawed with the sun. Through the glass front of your studio, you could watch the people on the street running errands or taking a walk. It had been a rather quiet day with no appointments in the morning and only one in the afternoon, Karui, who you were currently working on.
“Hey.” She cleared her throat. “Would you mind a short break? I know, it’s probably not much left to do, but a bit of walking would be nice, I think.”
Over the past few months, you had turned her naked arm into a full sleeve after she had initially only asked for a pair of butterfly wings on the inside of her upper arm. As soon as the wings had healed, she had been standing in front of your desk again, asking for more, obsessed with getting more ink on her.
