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bobbie-robron · 1 month
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Come on, I thought I was on a promise?
You are.
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07-May-2019, episode 1
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fumifooms · 1 month
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I don’t like minimizing the importance and gravity of Laios and Toshiro’s fight into just being a childish squabble, even if to a degree it is framed that way, because to both of them it has a lot of personal significance and emotional weight and runs very deep to their characters… The fight isn’t nothing it’s a LOT, they made up but it’s not something easy to express and to get over for either of them which makes it all the more meaningful! I’m on both sides but there very much are sides, there’s no "they’re both having a ball, Toshiro and Laios hand in hand yay" side to the fight, that comes after
The fight with Toshiro WAS very scary to Laios, almost existentially so, but it’s moreso the "I thought I’d made a friend!!" bit and my god. My god actually
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Like it’s not "just" about oh his friend liking him less than he thought, THAT IS SO MUCH. It’s a bond he thought he had being a lie it’s all the time and moments spent together either being a lie from his perspective or marred now looking back. It’s not only being upset at Toshiro for lying but upset at himself that he’s so easy to fool, it’s being upset that there’s something so wrong with you that you can’t even tell if your "close buddy" even actually likes you or not, it’s like. Holding my head. He can’t trust his own vision of events that happened do you see. There’s always this film of distrust that it could be a lie that should be there when he interacts with people there’s always this sense of cloak and dagger to expect backstabs out of nowhere because you CAN’T see it coming you CAN’T you CAN’T there’s something about you which makes it impossible so you CAN’T-
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He’s so scared of not being able to read people. He knows it’s a weak spot he has, he’s always known. All of these bits are centered around social expectations and betrayals, the assumption that he doesn’t belong either in society or with other humans.
And Laios’ level of awareness is actually sort of complex to analyze, but it’s there, there’s how out of him and Falin he was the one sensitive to the ~aura of hatred~ he felt from the townspeople, there��s of course his nightmares whispering to him about the mocking looks, and how yeah actually he realizes that his gold stripper coworker was taking advantage of him. There’s of course the Winged Lion speech about his trauma and how he fundamentally mistrusts/dislikes humans to some deep seated degree, this distrust that he still keeps under control always. There’s how pre-canon he often wanted to suggest eating monsters but never worked up the courage to bring it up with the others. There’s how he gets across as stoic when he isn’t being enthusiastic…… We don’t know how aware and wary he is exactly in the moment but we do know he has some anxiety around social stuff, and looking back he does notice and aughh augh, the sense you have to hide yourself to not get hurt and be on your guard and shit and.
When you don’t know what to look out for and when to look out for it, the general ‘common sense’ of not always trusting people or noticing when someone’s messing with you becomes hypervigilance in social settings
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"Man they really know what you hate huh". Being socially unaware literally plagues him, he knows, he knows it so well.
It’s so quick that it’s almost hard to digest how literal and blatant Laios summoning his monster to crush all the people who’ve hurt him is. His literal go-to coping mechanism for comfort in his literal monster-induced emotionally intense nightmares, saving him by taking away the upsetting element (the humans)
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"Monsters are his coping fantasy, where they can whisk him away from humanity, all the hurt it’s caused him and its arbitrary rules" with the subtlety of a brick. Monsters are his comfort safe zone "because they kill humans" yes but no it’s because he pits them as the guardians against humans who to him are in the role of the agressors. To him they represent freedom from the shackles of what it means to be part of humanity, a fundamentally social species
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chirpsythismorning · 7 months
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#byler#stranger things#st5 predictions#hellfire club is on a hit list plastered around town with the word hunt surrounding it...#and jason who just gave a huge speech about how hellfire is a cult is now dead...#cool#oh and will byers aka zombie boy who everyone in town knows is gay apparently and whose disappearance jumpstarted these cursed events...#is back in town?#oh they're so fucked#what does intrigue me is that if this is explored at all whether it be blatantly or sub-textually#they're gonna need to establish byler's feelings fairly early on to warrant the town having suspicions about them and then acting on it#but seriously#their entire town is dust#almost everyone has left besides the party and the extremely religious folks who are using jason's words as their driving force...#shit is about to go down#i have a whole post in my drafts about mike being fuuuuuckedd#like there's just too much evidence supporting it#the fact that he is on the hellfire poster#the fact that they make a point to have jason looking for mike and also nancy say that she saw him die in the vision#the fact that the scene at the town hall has both a will and mike lookalike#but the scene with will looking at his lookalike directly as they drive into hawkins but without mike's lookalike present this tie#with the following dialogue literally acknowledging people missing and dying and the shot focusing on mike#the fact that mike has been consistently late at the start of every season#the fact that mike's accompanied by a funeral home fan in his s4 promo pics#the fact that his funkopop looks like it's getting vecna'd#the fact that finn himself joked about mike dying in the opening scene...#oh and my personal favorite#mike: 'how am i gonna survive a whole week without you guys?'#that week ain't over yet folks...#anyways
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martyryo · 4 months
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*posts and crawls back in hell*
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spark-circuit · 4 months
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I'm so so happy Dav Pilkey is still writing deep messages into his books. Maybe the kids reading it won't get it at the time, but Petey's whole arc of moving past his problems with his dad and remembering his mum is so nice to read as an older reader.
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legendarytragedynacho · 7 months
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Lizzy Mercier Descloux and Lydia Lunch performing in a show at The Hurrah In NYC, 1980
Hurrah was the first large dance club in NYC to feature punk, new wave and industrial music.
📷 Lisa Genet
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marvey-sideblog · 17 days
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paunchsalazar · 6 months
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Kyoya goes to France
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candlewinds · 1 year
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#KDRAMAWOMENSWEEK 2023 | Day 4: Bad Girls Club
Kim Hye Eun as Park Hong Joo in The Guest (2018) Kim Hye Jun as Queen Consort Cho in Kingdom (2019-2020) Ji Eun as Kang Wol Hye in The Red Sleeve (2021) Park Ji Yeon as Choi Ga Yeon in Bloody Heart (2022) Kim Hieora as Boss Yong in Bad and Crazy (2021) Han So Hee as Yoon Ji Woo in My Name (2021) Uhm Ji Won as Won Sang Ah in Little Women (2022) Song Hye Kyo as Moon Dong Eun in The Glory (2022-2023)
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lesbianchemicalplant · 5 months
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and if I have to hear transmisogyny-exempt lesbians waxing nostalgic and pining to RETVRN to their precious bar scenes of yesteryear one more time, one more fucking time
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artbygaia · 1 year
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🌸🌷🌼
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edenfire · 4 months
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💙💚"Haru-chan mo daisuki"💚💙
still on my free! kick, so have this sneak peek at this new charm design🥰💗💞 I'll hopefully have it made soon, so keep an eye out👀
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justanotherrcblog · 3 months
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🌹 THEM 🌹
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winxwiki · 1 month
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I was asked for a comparison between the eng and italian scene of Sky's speech to Dark Bloom, so here's my findings
Here, the dialogue is completely different in Cinelume. Italian below
Lockette: What should we do? Sky: We can't abandon her. There must still be somewhere in her heart a memory of us.
Cinelume instead...
Lockette: Sky...! Sky: I know Lockette, you did everything you could. I'll try and give it one last shot.
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I really don't like the implication that this was Sky's last attempt in Cinelume, meanwhile the real italian Sky is determined to bring her back through her *own* agency and memories. He refuses to give her up. Also Lockette didn't do shit
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Interesting choice of words from the italian original, where Darkar says "You think you can convert her to the light?". In Cinelume, he says "Bring her back to the light". I think the original Darkar implies that Bloom is now fully a creature of darkness, that there's never been a chance to save her to begin with, forever corrupted. My own interpretation, but just a few words can change a lot. It's not "bring her back", it's "convert her".
There's also... a lot of awkward silence that wasn't in the original italian. So the scene is a little weird in the Cinelume dub, pacing wise.
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In italian, Sky says "Please Bloom, react!" during his speech with Dark Bloom. Should I translate it as "Fight back!"? It's the implied meaning, roughly. It's better than "Wake up!" used in Cinelume. Sky gives Bloom agency, he trusts her, he knows she's still in there. Sky doesn't see Bloom as a helpless victim!
And last, his final words before passing out...
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I wish I had spent more time with you... because I care more about you than anyone else in the world. (You must) Believe me, my love! Please Bloom... fight back!
Cinelume...
Maybe, the only thing I wanted, really, was to spend more time with you. Because I care more about you than anyone else in the world. Please, Bloom, please.
He's much more romantic and determined than Cinelume, dare I say...
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jacksprostate · 2 months
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Part 4 (with links to the other parts)
The first thing I do is, I talk to the man who takes my sheets, with his scrapdog ears and eyebrows, and I tell him: address him properly.
The word spreads on its own. I remember, before I was used to it, that knowing lilt. Sir. It’s still present. Take your pills, sir. It’ll be alright, sir. Take your time recovering. 
Mills starts cursing at the staff. We pass in the halls, he yells at me, tells me to stop them. He’s not their fucking leader. Call off my dogs.
I smile, too wide. They’ve never listened to me, not really. Especially not on this.
I can’t help you. 
Naturally, he hates this. 
The second thing I do is, I ask for photographs. News clippings. Marla’s dildo was large, questionable, encouraging of disorder, and a choking hazard. Slips of paper are much more tolerable contraband. I’m given free rein, like one of Zimbardo’s incentivized guards. It’s a psychology experiment in a psychology experiment, and my psychiatrist is playing Jane Goodall. 
It’s arts and crafts, and all the attendees are either bruised or braindead. There is no one stopping me. I glue all my collected pieces together into the rough shape of a heart, like it’s Valentine’s Day, and I turn to Mills, trapped at the back of the room. He hasn’t seen a shred of what I’m up to. 
Something to remember her by, I say. I don’t call him sir, because I never have. I wonder if he knows this.
I see him look, more instinct than anything from getting layers of paper shoved in his face, and I see how he clenches his teeth so hard his jaw creaks. He rips the collage of his wife out of my hands, and I can tell, he hates me. Real hate, like he wants death to fuck my body until it’s not even for the worms. 
He can’t bear to destroy it, and now I know every time he looks at it in his room, he’ll be thinking of me. Funny how that works.
The thing is; Mills actually didn’t try to kill me this time, so I think I need to take it up a notch. 
I cross the cafeteria just so I can spit in his food. I piss on his door and get the space monkey janitors to leave it for fifty-seven hours. In group therapy, I take a page from Chloe and monologue about how the last thing I’d like to do is get my rocks off chemically unhindered before the seizure medications they’ve got me on arrest all of my brain activity altogether. A nice nugget for Mills to report back to Somerset about my proposed psychosexual obsession. I segue into discussing how I met Tyler, on the nude beach, grit all across him as he hauled pilings and sat with his bare ass in the sand. It’s the most I’ve ever said about Tyler. The group minder scribbles on her sheet like mad as I describe Tyler’s wet, blond hair. His minute of perfection.
And he still doesn’t try to fight me. I know he wants to. He wants to shake me by my throat and rattle me and slam my head into the ground until it splits open like a rotten egg. But he doesn’t, and he looks torn. Like he’s guilty. Like Tyler could ever really feel guilt. 
This is one of the things I want to complain about when Marla calls me. 
She still does. More than when she was alive. But she says nothing, and I can’t break the silence. I sit there, orderlies watching as I say nothing, she says nothing, just a whole bunch of dead air between us.
Ghosts were always calling for Marla, at Paper Street. 
Now I’ve got Marla’s ghost on the line and Tyler’s ghost in the flesh, and neither want to talk to me. 
We get locked up in supervised one-on-one again, now with both of us chained and one twitch away from a new addiction.
I ask Mills, did you talk to her enough, that last week?
Do you think she knew you loved her?
Do you think she felt loved?
Mills asks for the sedation, this time. Polite about it, like he’s not seething. Like I can’t see how his eyes have been only half empty most of these days, since I’ve managed to fill him up with rage at me. Folie à deux, I want it so bad. 
I am Jack’s crippling sense of rejection.
My stupid psychiatrist, he lets Mills amble out of the room and traps me in there. 
I’m corralled. An angel on either shoulder. All the staff who aren’t from the Project have stopped laughing at my jokes. My antics have not gone unobserved. I’ve been given my time to rein as the world’s most entertaining lab rat, and now this localized god wants results.
“What’s your goal here?”
Isn’t it obvious?
“No. Tell me about what you’re thinking,” he says. I look at him, and I see him, for the first time. Not disillusioned, not holy. Just a sniveling doctor with a penchant for human experimentation and the funding to enable him. 
How horribly average.
He says, “I understand this is difficult for you, but we really need to know what’s going on if you want to have continued support in this manner for your recovery.” Play nice, or you’ll lose your favorite toy.
I say, this has never been about recovery. It’s time we faced that, isn’t it?
This man, so used to my religious apathy, has never truly had a challenge. He looks pinched.
He says, “Of course I want you to recover.”
And I laugh, and I point out that we both know those outside these halls are more interested in what’s wrong with me than any semblance of fixing it. 
You’re not getting paid to drain the swamp in my head. You’re here to keep it plugged up, decomposing. We both know this, I’m just acknowledging it. I laugh.
I tell this little god, he can write me up in all his little acclaimed journals.
But don’t come to me, saying I have to play your little games or you’ll take Mills away. We both know you won’t. The day I give up, the day I become a real vegetable is the day your cash cow keels over. You’re not going to punish me. Not really. You’ll take away my jello, my oats, you’ll put me on lithium and clozapine and valproic acid, but you don’t really want this to end. You don’t want me to get better. You want Tyler back just as much as I do. You can’t do shit to me. I have nothing to lose.
You have everything.
Tyler’s words, back home in my mouth. They’re mine now. I get up and the orderlies flanking me do nothing. I look down on this small, small man, and I think, he has never known a bigger fish. He doesn’t even know the hands that feed him.
I’ve hit bottom, I say, and it’s not you who holds the shovel. Be grateful I let you observe.
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catwafers · 9 months
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does anyone have the time to bring me down and can i sleep all night long, to the drums of the city rain
(not ship art)
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