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1.02 “The Rapture of Being Alive"
Beef (2023 - )
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Why aren't you leaving?
BARRY 4.02 | bestest place on earth
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fallout 1x01: the end
→ introducing THE GHOUL
bonus:
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Human ears are boring, elf ears on the other hand are 🔥
I think I got a bit distracted, also couldn’t find a good gif of just Galadriel and her ears
Bonus!
#the rings of power#gif#chris-pikes#elronds pointy ears#lousolversons#fukutomichi#hellyescharlesedwards#rings of power#abnerkrill
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Now LISTEN remember when thasmin shippers were laughed at? It took four years of the most subtle touches and looks and metaphors but it was CONFIRMED.
This is a million year old space alien and her little earth gf and you tell me two gay best friends in the 80s isn't realistic????
#Thasmin gif by thefutureisporcelain#And byler gif from lousolversons#If i see one more person say byler can't happen because it doesn't MAKE SENSE#I'll lose my mind#Byler
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quick study of gus from the newest ep
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This touch! She’s comforting him but also telling him to take it easy with Viserys. They know and support each other, also including reining each other in.
(Gif by @lousolversons)
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LOUSOLVERSON’S REVIEW OF 2022
Best New Show - Severance, Apple TV+
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Okay I need people to look at these two gifs together:
This gif made by @lousolversons
And this gif by @not-psychotic
THAT IS THE SAME SMILE. THAT IS HUGH DANCY'S ROMCOM SMILE AND I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THE DIFFERENCES IN THE WAY HUGH PRESENTS IT FOR EACH MOMENT.
First of all, the moment presented in the first gif is why I believe Will did love Molly. Yes, I'm a firm believer that Will still held feelings for Hannibal while he was with Molly, but I don't think she was a placeholder. The way I think Will's love for Hannibal and Molly works at the same time is like when you meet a widower who remarried.
Yes the widower (Will) still loves his first spouse (Hannibal), and it's terrible that they were ripped apart the way they were, but he can eventually move on. And he loves his new spouse (Molly), but there will always be a part of his heart that belongs to his first spouse. Except in the case of this analogy Hannibal isn't actually dead and he will come back.
And I mean, honestly, if the love of your life died and came back completely in one piece and still loved you after years of separation, what would you do? Would you tell them to move on because you've found someone else that you love almost as much as you loved them? Or would you discard your new spouse for the one you had always imagined you'd stay with? It's a really difficult decision.
But anyway I do wanna analyze these smiles. Obviously in the second gif Will is smiling at Hannibal, but in the first gif, Will is smiling at Jack while talking about Molly. They're the same smile but they're also so different.
In the first gif, the "romcomness" of the smile almost feels exaggerated. It's the way he smiled and kind of laughed but especially it's the way he broke eye contact. He breaks eye contact but the smile stays. It says "Molly and I can't see each other completely, but I'm happy enough." It reads as coy in a way we know Will Graham is not. It's a performance, but it's a performance based on a truth.
On the other hand, in the second gif, Will's smile is there but more subdued. Of course it could be just that he's tired and/or in pain as he's obviously injured, but to me it's lesser because it's just him and Hannibal. He doesn't need to wear his mask for Jack or for Molly or for anyone else. And he keeps eye contact with Hannibal even as his smile falls away because he and Hannibal can see each other. They accept the good (the smile) and the bad (the loss of the smile) in each other but that's okay for them because they're true to each other like they are to no one else.
The way Will smiles at Hannibal in the second gif is so much more intimate than the way he smiled about Molly in the second gif, and I can't help but wonder: if we got more scenes where Will and Molly were interacting face to face (because let's be honest there's not many), would Will smile the same way he did in the second gif? Would he even smile at her the same way he does talking about her in the first gif, or is that just him trying to appear like the happy/satisfied husband in front of company? I know Will loved Hannibal, and I know Will loved Molly, but these two gifs side by side just confirm for me that what he felt for Hannibal was so much more impactful for Will than his love for Molly.
#god bless hugh dancy's acting abilities#also god bless molly foster for putting up with all of this nonsense#hannibal#hannibal analysis#hannibal meta#hannibal gifs#hugh dancy#hugh dancy's romcom smile#will graham#molly graham#hannibal lecter#hannibal season 3
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Small Spoon / Joel Miller Imagine
Request: sis i am a simple woman
i saw small spoon joel and now i need a fanfic
GIRL I got you I got you @aninnai
Also sorry in advance I mixed a bit of what happens in the game with what happens in the show for fun lmao
If you enjoy, please comment and let me know! It really helps so much :)
Warning: strong language, mentions of explosions and injuries/blood, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of guns and a little nsfw!
(I do not own the Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @lousolversons.)
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Like the Boston quarantine zone, the apartment was draped in darkness by the time you slammed the door shut.
It had been a disappointing day all round: first Robert steals your guns and pills and decides for extra fun to jump you on your way back home, then queen Firefly herself decides that during your excursion through the other side of town’s checkpoint is the perfect time to bomb the place. You spent half the time trudging back along the side streets picking shrapnel out of your bleeding shoulder, and the other half waving off some straggler friends who were concerned about the new bust over your lip.
‘Robert. It was that goddamn Robert again’, you’d say and wave them all off back to their card games or their street sweeping duties. A few raised eyebrows or wolf whistles as they turned, but everyone knew that with Joel and you still together, it wasn’t you they should be worried about. It should be the fury in Joel’s eyes as soon as he found out a hair on your head had been harmed; it was the warpath, the ravage, the raging heart flinging and panging against the bars of its cage that would bring the whole state to its knees with its laceration.
The docks could wait till tomorrow. To be honest, at the moment, you were that tired you couldn’t really care less about your new lot of lost cargo. All you wanted to do right now was to kick off your muddy boots, crawl yourself into bed, and splat your face straight into the warm, broad expanse of the man that would be waiting there to lie beside you.
Speaking of, Joel had promised he would try and wait up for your return. By the way you shouldered your splintered apartment door, pushing with all your force until the creaking hinges finally gave in and swung open to the familiar musty smell of your shared room, you could already tell he hadn’t managed it. Instead of a pistol to your face in the case of you being a stranger, or one of Robert’s men, or even some half-hearted grumbles of salutations from the man who should have been hunched over the table trying to fix the new dent in his pistol, you were greeted with slain silence.
As you kick the stack of training manuals by the kitchen counter out of the way, the train of events before your arrival back home became even more crystal clear. By the half-thrown chipped tumbler and the fractured looking pill bottle left abandoned on the dining table, it wouldn’t even take FEDRA’s soldiers two guesses to find out how well his day had gone too.
You tiptoe around the side of the bed and squint, barely able to make out the gentle rise and fall of the sleeping man’s chest through the broken slants of the shades. Bless his heart, even in his sleep the crinkles in his forehead are as deep as the currents of the Allegheny River. He must be having a nightmare, from the way his mouth keeps fumbling and his fist squeezing into the frayed edge of his pillow. Even the vapours of moonlight that slanted in through the cragged skyline, the sharp pelts of spotlights that skim from time to time through your bedroom window like phantom shadows couldn’t soften the man’s haggard face.
With a sigh, you press the back of your hand fondly over the scruff of his cheek, trying not to wake him as you lean down to press a quick kiss against the creases on his forehead. No amount of light seemed to be able to crack through this man’s walls; no peace, little hope, and even less optimism, and still his fingers move out across the bed to try and reach yours as if on some invisible tide.
The gesture is small, but coming from Joel Miller it meant everything. It isn’t much, but you were the first person in twenty goddamn years he was willing to offer the remains of himself, his heart up to. So far, you hadn’t let him down; if you did, the both of you knew that he would regress even back further into himself, warping back into the shadow of a man he had been all those years ago when Tommy first left. When he left behind nothing but repressed rage and grief and a loathing so inflamed it could have scared a clicker stiff. At himself, at his brother, at the world - you could never tell. But you understood one thing for sure: Joel Miller wouldn’t be able to survive another loss. It would destroy him, change him too far beyond recognition that even he couldn’t come back from it.
You could tell from his dreams, that in the end, that’s what he thinks he deserves. And yet he always still reaches out, in one way or the other. ‘That’, you think as you let your hand fall from his face and flop it back down towards your lap ‘is the part of him that Sarah managed to get. That sweetness is just begging to be let out.’
You smile as you stand up and stretch, taking in a needed deep breath after the day you’d had. The same day you’d had for the last ten years, over and over again. And yet it was worth it, as you paced over the creaking floorboards and headed over to your side of the mattress, if it always ended like this: with comfort, stability, and a beating heart beside you.
‘Scootch.’
Only an incomprehensible murmur and two barely blubbering lips were your sign that Joel had even recognised what you were saying, but after a groan he obliged and shuffled his body over to the right. It left you ample of opportunity to slide in stealthily behind him, Joel already lifting his arm up in anticipation for the feel of your fingers over the side of his jean shirt.
For his sake, you pretend that neither of you notice the tremble that rushes like shooting spores straight down the muscles of his body. Instead, you relish in just languidly letting your fingers float like fireflies over the side of his hip; you spread them out, dancing through the coarse light just before you reach the bone. You scratch against the material, letting it ride up until your fingernail comes in contact with his flushing skin. Teasingly, you grab at the meat of his hip and enjoy the way he puffs out, unconsciously pushing himself back against you. You trace your fingers further forward, inch by inch, tracing the inseam of his jeans...and then suddenly stop. You only start again when he gives a hoarse groan in warning: one that reverberates through his back and makes your breath hitch as it grumbles against your chest.
You press yourself flush against him, giving in and properly wrapping your arm round his waist until your hand reaches his stomach. Finding his bellybutton, you give it a little poke which earns you a kick back from his leg in retaliation, but you can hear the light chuckle he admits despite himself.
‘Late night again, huh?’, he mumbles out. His pursed lips are half open and don’t rise from the pillow. As he lethargically blinks a couple of times, he pretends it’s because he’s too tired too move. He knows deep down in the pit of his stomach, though, that you’re too astute that let that lie fly over your head. You know the man too well, and you know damn rightly that he’s enjoying the feeling of your face smooshing itself into that little soft dip to the side of his shoulder blades. He’s just far too stubborn to ever admit it. But even so, Joel Miller’s silence speaks wonders.
‘Oh, same old same old. Robert’s being a little asshole again.’
‘Oh he is now, is he?’, he turns his head, making as if he’s trying to get up but your quick to push him back down again.
‘He and his little gang of morons can wait until tomorrow. I, on the other hand, am freezing cold. And you, Joel Miller’, you squeeze your arms into a vice around him and lift your legs up to slide in between his knees. They rest heavily, tangling against your own, and the weight is the most wonderous thing you’ve felt all day. ‘You are the best source of heat in all the damn zones put together.’
He lets his elbow rest comfortably on top of your own despite your words, so used to the back and forth between the two of you by now that they just wash over him. In fact, when he feels your forehead bump against the small litter of freckles you know line the left side of his shoulder, that spread of constellations running from the dip of his neck down his left shoulder blade, he even chuckles.
You feel his hand slide down from where it was resting under the cup of his chin to entangle with your fingers. He tugs them in to the heat radiating from his chest, and you take the opportunity to scratch out against the loose buttons of his shirt.
‘You just keeping me ‘round ‘cause of that? If I’m so damn warm, maybe I should go and donate all your jackets to FEDRA.’
You press a kiss against the tightened denim of his arched back and smirk.
‘Yeah, well maybe I should start selling you out for some ration cards. Five of them cards for a ten minute hug with Joel sounds like a pretty easy business to me.’
‘As long as I get 50%.’
‘25% and you’ve got yourself a deal.’
In a surprisingly tender move, Joel brings your intertwined hands up and presses an unhurried kiss to the back of your knuckles.
‘Hmph, we’ll negotiate in the morning. Maybe I’ll make it so you’re my only customer, and then I get the best of both worlds. Hugs and ration cards.’
He says the last part with a sarcastic intonation, but even he can’t stop the helplessly hoping sigh that whistles through his teeth. He shuffles back against you and closes his eyes against the creeping crimson threads of sunrise that begin to shoot out from behind the alleyway corners.
‘How about now, we just settle for hugs. I have no doubt you’ll manage to get Robert’s ration cards tomorrow as well.’
‘Back to business, huh? Sure thing boss.’
You manage to get enough momentum to hit his belly with your hands. He pretends to double over, pushing against you a little too hard and nearly thrusting your abdomen backwards and straight out onto the floor. You manage to grab onto his biceps, though, and clamber back up safely against him. He pulls you tighter, using his free hand to draw circles over your forearm. Once you’ve both settled down on the mattress again, you take a final yawn and settle your chin down on his shoulder.
‘Good night Joel.’
He hums. ‘Night, night, sweetheart.’
As consciousness began to ebb, your mind going into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of oblivion, you could just about make out the hoarse whisper of Joel against his pillow. His voice cragged with the effort, with the heaviness of it, with the consequence of it, yet every word managed to ring out true. It was the most genuine, honest sentence Joel Miller had dared to speak since his baby girl had died, and he was petrified by the choice he was making.
But by god, if it was a choice, if it was a chance that he had to take.
‘I love you.’
#the last of us#joel miller#tlou#joel miller imagine#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#the last of us imagine#tlou imagine#tlou hbo#the last of us hbo#joel miller fluff#joel miller angst#joel tlou#joel the last of us#x reader
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BARRY - 4.08 - wow
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Shogun - Crimson Sky
Spoilers for Shogun episode 9:
Like some other book readers of Shogun, I was initially taken aback with some of the changes made to John and Mariko's relationship. Their connection was the through-line of the narrative, and I was worried it wouldn't come through with a more accurate depiction of 1600 Japan.
The writers of this show absolutely floored me with the beautiful, subtle, sensitive and patient handling of these two characters and their story. Adaptation is an artform all of its own, and everyone involved has made this a beautiful one. It's more respectful of the cultural themes and historical facts that formed the foundation of why this story is so interesting. This adaptation has been enhanced and made richer by its differences from the source. I cannot imagine any two actors doing a better job than Anna Sawai and Cosmo Jarvis.
Credit - @lousolversons
This hour-long episode was one of the most beautiful, heartbreaking, uplifting, gut-wrenching things I have ever seen.
#shogun#shogun 2024#fx shogun#perioddrama#shogun fx#anna sawai#cosmo jarvis#toda mariko#john blackthorne#dailyflicks#cinematv#tvandfilm
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mfs really have the audacity to be like "ppl are projecting homoeroticism onto tomgreg" as if they haven't worn matching outfits for three gay straight seasons and aren't constantly doing shit like
but what do i know
sources: 1 stripedlily, 2 paddockbunny, 3 togansweep, 4 lousolverson, 5 lousolverson, 6 wambs, 7 lousolverson, 8 castiel, 9 lousolverson, 10 divorcedtom, 11 lousolverson, 12 livelovecaliforniadreams, 13 tenor, 14 falldanboy
#a picture is worth a thousand words#etc etc#there isn't enough ram in the world#to include all the gifs#tomgreg#succession#tom wambsgans#cousin greg#greg hirsch
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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series ( february 4 - february 11)! I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts.
the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @olvias
paramore: favorite interview gifset by @userdanewhitman
rachel zegler gifset by @zeglyth
taylor swift: the tortured poets department redeisgn edit by @h-f-k
paramore: (one of those) crazy girls edit by @dykehayleywilliams
sharp objects gifset by @letthefairyinyoufly
the bear: natalie berzatto gifset by @4o4notf0und
paramore: grammy awards gifset by @vicspedretti
ayo edebiri on snl gifset by @lousolversons
sza: 2024 grammy wins gifset by @venka
paramore: 2024 grammy wins gifset by @craveoutro
saltburn: farleigh start gifset by @cinematic-phosphenes
yellowjackets gifset by @natscatorrcio
paramore: crave graphic by @jerseyghost
sabrina carpenter: feather gifset by @userdrama
abbott elementary: mr. johnson gifset by @sophsun1
paramore: this is why + themes of pettiness and revenge gifset by @georgesezra
the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @onlyhereforangst
faye webster: kingston gifset by @killherfreakout
paramore: hayley williams + favorite tour outfits gifset by @paramooreee
saltburn: felix cotton gifset by @pedropcl
get out gifset by @torturedpoets
paramore: you first gifset by @itconsumesyou
boygenius gifset by @rosamundpkes
paramore: taylor york and hayley williams gifset by @rageisinourveins
paramore: this is why gifset by @antoniosvivaldi
tracy chapman gifset by @breathtakinglymiraculous
paramore: this is why graphic by @lovefortayley
severance: 1x04 gifset by @sheryl-lee
paramore: big man little dignity gifset by @userparamore
taylor swift: tortured poets department redesign edit by @treacherry
paramore: liar gifset by @thepunkpanther
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Tell me Steve's brain didn't short circuit when Eddie leaned in and said "don't ya, big boy?" with that goofy smile on his face. Tell me I dare you.
Gif by @lousolversons
#Stranger things#stranger things season four#stranger things volume 2#stranger things spoilers#stranger things s4#steve harrington#eddie munson#joe keery#joseph quinn
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the gang's love languages (1/5) dennis - physical touch
gif credit: @sophsun1 @linahh @honey-and-vinegar-realty @lousolversons @missgalindaaa
#choosing only ten examples was the hardest part of making this#dennis is always touching the other members of the gang#dennis reynolds#dee reynolds#mac mcdonald#charlie kelly#frank reynolds#macdennis#charden#iasip#it's always sunny#it's always sunny in philadelphia#isa x sunny
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