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Peter Pathé in Groteske, 1922
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Peter Pathé in Groteske. Photo by Greiner. Costume design: Walter Schnackenberg. Published: 1922
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Greiner :: Peter Pathé in Groteske. From a book of Schnackenberg's works, published in Munich in 1922 by Musarion. | src Ketterer Kunst
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deadguyalert · 11 months
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Speaking my honest truth here
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when peter said “stop listening to me!” and when peter said “don’t do it like me. do it like you” and when miles said “i’ll always have my family” and when miles said “nah, imma do my own thing.”
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tellerficraz · 9 days
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THEM:
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quecksilvereyes · 1 year
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oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-
I am dead.
I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."
I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-
I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.
I go. you stop.
are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.
say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.
say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.
my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.
the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.
do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.
your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.
doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?
lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.
i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.
i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.
I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.
I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.
Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-
I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.
I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.
such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.
I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.
I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.
so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so I banned you from their scorning mouths. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.
Forgive me.
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heres-someart · 2 months
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He said he loved me, and it was like a dream
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A digital drawing of Juno Steel and Peter Nureyev, both in profile. Nureyev has his hand on Juno's face, bringing it up. Their faces are near each other but not quite touching. Peter is seen from the shoulders up and Juno from the neck up. Juno is a black person who wears a dark eyepatch. Peter is an asian man and is wearing a sheer red shirt. He has on dark red lipstick. His mouth is open slightly, making his sharp canine teeth visible
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ephemeralgalaxies · 3 months
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Y'ALL. Re-listening to The Penumbra Podcast (s3 now lol bc yes I am specifically looking for Nureyev lore since s4/5 new info) and Man in Glass has me SOBBING IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.
s3ep2, Buddy telling Nureyev his "calling card"
Buddy: "An endoring moral core, coupled with a strong desire to excise that core completely...like having a heart embarrasses you. I brought you on this ship for that moral core. If I distrust you, darling, it is only because you have proven that you can do anything you set your mind to, and so I am certain that you are capable of excising those morals for good. You just haven't done it yet."
Then later, s3ep2 still, Nureyev is talking with Juno in his room and Nureyev narrates:
Nureyev: 'I feel the weight of potentiality sit heavy on my shoulders, I hear Buddy's words about the excision of my moral core and about my ability to do it. And I realize, for the first time, that there is a kind of helplessness in complete freedom[...]when trouble arises, I disappear. [...]but looking at this new man [Juno], there is nothing I want more than to stay.'
AND THEN AND THEN IN S5ep14 The Sixteen Tons,,, yeah I know this line by heart :')
Nureyev and Juno talking (arguing) after Juno takes him into the closet at the facility (near the beginning of the ep)
Nureyev: "I do not want to see you anymore, Juno."
Juno: "...What?!"
Nureyev: "You said that it would just take those words to excise you from my life entirely, didn't you? Well, I've said them..."
THE EXACT WORD CHOICE. THE WAY HE WANTED TO STAY ON THE SHIP AND JOIN THE AURINKO CRIME FAMILY FOR (money, but also) JUNO. BECAUSE JUNO IS HIS MORAL CORE, THEIR MORALS DO ALIGN. THAT'S WHY THEY WORK SO WELL. SO OFC HE HAS TO "EXCISE" JUNO TO CARRY ON WITH THIS.
Because the reality of it: keeping someone between life and death for YEARS, helping fund the Big Pharma that has vowed to safe Slip and yet also commits such horrific acts, but he has to do it or else he never gets to know Slip or have someone know him as he thinks they should bc surely he must not be worth all of this to Juno, the lady's just being stubborn again and inconsiderate, but deep down Nureyev KNOWS that's not it at all. He knows that Juno does know him and will continue to know more about him, and if he can do that and love Nureyev... well, that means Nureyev could have a future.
But Nureyev has been trying to stretch out the future for over 20 years. He's set his mind to it, and he can do anything he sets his mind to. Including destroying himself until there is nothing left to bother with a future anyway. Until there is nothing for Juno Steel to know and love and so he gets the punishment he believes so adamantly that he deserves long before Juno first left him in that hotel room.
If he is alone, then when trouble comes he can just disappear. If he is alone, there is no one to hurt when that bomb goes off.
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jamesvowles · 3 months
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wet bono | silverstone 2017
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aroacehanzawa · 5 months
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hermann hesse aged 27 writing his first book in 1904: i am going to write about a protagonist who, after pursuing the fast-paced life of a big-city intellectual with little emotional fulfillment and after a number of failed one-sided infatuations with women, befriends an ostracized disabled man and overcomes his ableist prejudices, eventually moving in with him and raising a poodle together in domestic harmony "feeling almost like a married man", thereby getting over his past loves and also learning to view life through a different lens with the one "to whom he had given all his love and with whom he had shared his whole life", such that when tragedy befalls, "he would gladly exchange every happy day of his life, all his infatuations and great plans, provided he could exchange them for gazing deeply once more into this most sacred experience" because "that's the way it is when you love", ultimately finding peace not among the high-brow city life but back in his rural hometown where he takes back with him all the truly meaningful life lessons he has learned and the memories of his most beloved people, from his first crush on a girl to the man he spent his life with.
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kenobion · 9 months
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Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker in The Amazing Spider-Man 2
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makesitprecious · 3 months
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🇪‌🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾‌ 🇸‌🇵‌🇮‌🇩‌🇪‌🇷‌ 💙🕷💕 🇬‌🇼‌🇪‌🇳‌ 🇪‌🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌ (almost)
ASM #7 and #8 variant editions (2022) by (Ejiwa) Ebenebe
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zeiinep · 1 year
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a moment of inspiration 
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smidgen-of-hotboy · 5 months
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Something about Juno "I don't know what the hell I'm going to be next, but... God, I wanna know. I have to." Steel just hits me so hard like- C'MON!
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Au where Gwen gets extremely close to straight up becoming a mad scientist to keep Peter safe before finding out that he’s Spiderman and she doesn’t actually need to worry about him that much
The only person aware of how close she was to becoming another one of Spidey’s villains (same scenario that usually happens with Harry, keep Petey safe from bullies, fuck he’s getting injured while photographing Spidey, Spidey must be a bully, get his ass) is Harry, since she works for his dad’s company, he’s just been dropping in a lot and kinda,, seeing her descent into all of it
(This adds nothing really except an extra layer to Harry and Gwen’s friendship, and I just at all times think Gwen would make a great mad scientist, so I think there at least should be her almost becoming one)
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sakuraswordly · 4 months
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How Long is Forever.....?
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Danny: Ha...ha...heh heh...Ha Ha Ha.. Aha HA HAHAHA!!
Homura: Danny you.....
Punch: ................
Danny: It’s true, I can block out the pain! I don’t feel any pain anymore! This is what it feels like to be the fully ghost!
And that's what it means behind Danny's words.
Sonic: Daniel....! Your eyes and your pact....!
Danny: The balance of hope and despair in the world cancels out to zero. Now I finally understand what that meant. Sure, I managed to save a few people, but in exchange, hatred and jealousy filled my heart. I even hurt my best partner...Whenever we pray for someone's happiness, someone else must be cursed in exchange... Turns out that's how this world works and also the hero of justice...I...really am...
*Sonic rushed to hug Danny.*
Sonic: You're not stupid! You're not a failure! I know what you're feeling now "Danny"! I felt the same way. I was once like you! You wanted to kill me right? I understand! I also once tried to kill Punch and Peter with my own power! That time I couldn't control myself my curse was far too strong! I felt like I was torn apart and don't want to live anymore! You have value! Value no one else has! I declare it here and now. In the world, I have two partners right here and now! So that value will never change, for all eternity!
Danny: Sonic...you.....
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Hero of justice is nothing but a hell to walk to. Nothing but losing someone you love and change your life forever.
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Makes you become nothing but a selfish person.
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Danny: Whenever we pray for someone's happiness, someone else must be cursed in exchange... Turns out that's how this world works and also the hero of justice
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veraberetta · 1 month
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HELLO? HELLO? C-CAN YOU HEAR ME?
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