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james norrington + being a royal bitch (inspiration)

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jack: i am trying to escape confrontation with my biggest enemy while also attempting to kill him

will: i am trying to save my fiancée from getting hanged so i'm chasing a man for his weird ass compass to make a deal with a fancy ass man. i also need to save my father from his curse

elizabeth: the fancy ass man's deal will only save jack and not my fiancé so i need to escape and dress up like a man to get to tortuga and find him

pintel and ragetti subplot:

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Chronicles of Narnia by Tolkien:

"CHAPTER 1 On the northern borders of Lantern Waste, a chilling wind crept over the ground. Rumors of dark forces on the move had been floating among the faunic settlements since midsummer's day..."

Lucy isn't introduced until CHAPTER 24 and in CHAPTER 35, the song that Mr Tumnus entertained Lucy with is reproduced in its entirety, haunting and masterful in the form of ancient Norse epic poetry. Several lengthy excerpts from Tumnus' library books are included in a footnote to the same chapter.

LOTR by CS Lewis:

"In a hole in the ground lived a hobbit named Smeagol, and almost he deserved it..."

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🏃🏃!!

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Jesus FUCKING Christ the Astarion to Gale pipeline is FUCKING real bro I'm COOKED

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Some unexpected heroes

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People often say LOTR is a story about hope. (I'm reminded of it because someone said it in the notes of my Faramir post.) And that's true, but it's not the whole picture: LOTR is in large part a story about having to go on in the absence of hope.

Frodo has lost hope, as well as the ability to access any positive emotion, by Return. He is already losing it in Towers: he keeps going through duty and determination and of course Sam's constant help.

For most of the story, Sam is fueled by hope, which is why it's such a huge moment when he finally lets go of the hope of surviving and returning home, and focuses on making it to the Mountain. To speed their way and lighten the load, he throws his beloved pots and pans into a pit, accepting that he will never cook, or eat, again.

When Eowyn kills the Witch King, she's beyond hope and seeking for a glorious death in battle. It's possible that in addition to her love and loyalty for Théoden, she's strengthened by her hopelessness, the fear of the Nazgúl cannot touch someone who's already past despair.

Faramir is his father's son, he doesn't have any more hope of Gondor's victory or survival than Denethor does, he says as much to Frodo. What hope have we? It is long since we had any hope. ... We are a failing people, a springless autumn. He knows he's fighting a losing war and it's killing him. When he rejects the ring, he doesn't do it in the hope that his people can survive without it, he has good reason to believe they cannot. He acts correctly in the absence of hope.

Of course LOTR has a (mostly) happy ending, all the unlikely hopes come true, the characters who have lost hope gain what they didn't even hope for, and everyone is rewarded for their bravery and goodness, so on some level the message is that hope was justified. But the book never chastises characters who lost hope, it was completely reasonable of them to do so. Despair pushed Théoden and Denethor into inaction, pushed Saruman into collaboration, but the characters who despaired and held up under the weight of despair are Tolkien's real heroes.

(In an early draft of Return, Frodo and Sam receive honorary titles in Noldorin: Endurance beyond Hope and Hope Unquenchable, respectively. Then he cut it, probably because it was stating the themes of the entire book way too obviously, because this is what Tolkien cared about, really: enduring beyond hope. Without hope.)

Also, people who know more than me about the concept of estel, feel free to @ me.

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Hey Rune Factory 4 lovers! I finally got around to scanning part of the Rune Factory Memorial Book! Idk if Tumblr will compress these but they're up on my minitokyo as well.

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My Life Changed When I Discovered Peer-to-Peer File Sharing at Age 10 by heart__rot

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Acrylic on Canvas

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does anyone understand my curse

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women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)

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Reflection on Winter

Here, I will share some of my works along with my trivial writings.

As this is a format where long texts are interspersed with "Unrelated" works, I hope it can be appreciated as such.

Please forgive the incomplete translation.

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Since I was a child, I have been dominated by an insatiable desire for someone to listen to me and understand me.

Because of this, controlling my emotions has always been difficult, and creating serene Animations became the only way to suppress those feelings.

Through painting, I found work and gained a sense of self-worth, and I finally reached a point where I could remain calm enough to read books. (Come to think of it, it was Tumblr over a decade ago that appreciated my pixel art and built a bridge to my present!!)

However, at some point, I forgot who it was I wanted to understand me and why it mattered in the first place.

As I poured my thoughts into words and delved deeper into reflection, I realized that philosophy and reading could help me in this pursuit of being understood.

However, by the time I reached that realization, I had also acquired an unsettling awareness that language dulls the visual senses.

In fact, it imparted a slight sense of symbolism to my artwork, while dulling its intuitive qualities.

This conflict likely explains why my art oscillates between symbolic representation and intuitive visual expression.

It has grown more pronounced this year. It also explains why I’ve found myself engaging in this sort of self-reflection more often than ever before.

My works exist in a complementary relationship with my self-reflection.

However, this is by no means a teleological approach—it is rooted in intrinsic impulses.

I simply, purely, and genuinely enjoy things like Gas stations on winter nights, side entrances of public facilities, rural port towns, or the colors of 100-yen lighters. That’s all there is to it, and that’s why I paint.

Please don’t worry. Unlike in the past, I would never even consider taking my own life.

I’m too curious about what I’ll paint next. I love my art.

For that reason, I ask for your understanding regarding my extremely poor productivity and my reliance on your support.

Dear friends, thank you for your continued support, and I look forward to the next year together.

P.S.

If you'd like to support my work and activities, please consider becoming my $1 patron.v

Thanks.

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Everytime I want to amuse myself and cheer myself up, I remember how much of dumpsters on fire are Book Jaime and Sansa concerning Brienne and The Hound. 

Jaime being all: stupid, stubborn, ugly wench, why on earth do I bother, but Gods please give her strength, keep her safe, I wonder what she’s doing, she’s so gentle, I’m just gonna dream about her all the time, naked preferably, because she’s so ugly. She’s just too annoying and I want her out of my life, I want nothing to do with her so I’m gonna give her my most precious possession and send her to restore my fucked up honor, and she’s so ugly but I’m gonna stare at her astonishing eyes. She’s so boring so I’m gonna do everything I can to get her to talk to me cause I want so desperately to make her take me seriously. ‘Ser Jaime”, oh my god, she called me Ser Jaime, not Kingslayer, heavy breathing. I don’t care about her at all, and her fucking boring sense of honor, so I’m gonna tell her my heavy guarded secret, I never, ever told anyone nor I plan on doing so ever. You stupid, pigheaded wench! Here, take my precious sword, also I had armour made specifically for you cause I totally didn’t pay attention to your naked body after staring at you like a goat, and why would I, it’s enough I dream of you naked with a glowing sword being the only light I have left, here, take this horse that’s as ugly as you are, but it’s so beautiful, *shoves Podrick*. I wanted to kill you, and fuck if I care what happens to you, so I’m gonna lose the most important part of my body, which is my sword hand, to protect your honor, while wanting to stripe you of it myself, and I’m gonna fuck off from my safe return to my loving sister I so wanted to go back to to jump into a bear pit to save you unarmed and one handed because I totally hate you and you’re so stubborn and ugly…

Then there’s Sansa: He’s so repulsive, oh Gods, why is he so cruel? He’s no true knight, so dishonorable and violent, so I’m just gonna hope I can get him to be less cruel and try to get to him because I know he won’t hurt me, but damn he’s the cruelest man ever.  He has no morals, no chills and no honor, but he saved me, so I’m gonna think about him all the time. I dream of a handsome prince and knights in shining armour so I’m gonna spend every moment of my day and night thinking how I want this fucked up man to kiss me. I’m not a stupid girl anymore, I will learn to play the game and know what to do, so I’m just gonna imagine this dog of a man kissing me everytime I think of having anything to do with a man. So dishonorable, running away from a battle, please give me something to remember you by. He was just Joffrey’s cruel hound, but I’m gonna keep his blood stained cloak and put it on my shoulders every time I feel sad and lonely. He’s so disgusting, so when I thought I was being forced to do my duties as a wife, I imagined him in my bed instead of the man I was married to, and damn this hound, how dare he kiss me and make me sing and leave me nothing but a bloody cloak. I hate his cruelty and everything about him but Father please gentle the rage inside of him, keep him safe so I can still imagine him kissing me whenever someone else tries to. Now, I don’t want to think of this brute, I’m just gonna hug his dirty cloak cause he so means nothing to me…

But then, Brienne and The Hound are no better either.

Brienne *I’m so clueless how great my feelings for this man are, so my dumpster fire brain will turn it all into undying respect and saving his honor, and I’d rather hang than betray him and Ser Jaime this, Ser Jaime that * of Tarth

Sandor *this stupid little girl knows nothing of the world, and she’s so naive and damn I hate stupid little birds, but I’m protecting her with everything I have and trying to warn her how cruel life can be, and Little Bird I won’t hurt you, come with me I will kill everyone who tries to hurt you and whine about you to your sister with my dying breathe * Clegane

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whether or not you ship sansa/sandor or not

the hound is most definitely sansas sexual awakening right now in the vale, and grrm never writes things like this by accident, so this fact definitely has to mean something in the long run, right?

this is a girl who previously had been attracted to beardless, pretty boys like ser loras tyrell and joffrey

and now, she is in the vale, being regularly kissed and touched against her will by littlefinger who calls himself her FATHER and is trying to marry her to harrold hardying, a boy who fits that pretty boy archetype but she is just so thoroughly unimpressed by him

its the HOUND she thinks of in her marriage bed, its the Hound who protected her from the mob, the Hound who despite being vicious and often rude to her, has never lied to her and tried to bring her home during the blackwater

yes, sansa is all but 14 years old (but there was a timeskip that grrm had been planning while writing the books that got removed before feast? so she in that original plan wouldve been 19 in the vale) but she has already been exposed to so many of the cruelites of man - and yet, the man who she so frequently longs for, who she prays for, whose kiss she dreams of and whose kingsguard cloak she kept, is sandor clegane

and if he is the gravedigger - then he has just overheard from brienne and ser shadrich that sansa stark is in the vale with petyr fucking baelish