#Amuse Entertainment

[demifiendrsa]

THE GARFIELD MOVIE - Official Trailer

Synopsis

Garfield (voiced by Chris Pratt), the world-famous, Monday-hating, lasagna-loving indoor cat, is about to have a wild outdoor adventure! After an unexpected reunion with his long-lost father – scruffy street cat Vic (voiced by Samuel L. Jackson) – Garfield and his canine friend Odie are forced from their perfectly pampered life into joining Vic in a hilarious, high-stakes heist.

[pucksandpower]

Somehow there are actually fans upset that George Russell wants Formula 1 to implement an automated safety system that will suspend racing after incidents where crashed cars are stranded on the track.

Let me make one thing very clear: drivers already put their lives on the line every single time they get in their cars, they do not owe it to anyone to stay silent when measures can be taken to mitigate further risk.

Have we learned nothing from the t-bone crashes that took the lives of Dilano van 't Hoff and Anthoine Hubert?

If the only type of racing you enjoy is one where the drivers are in more danger than they should be, I can safely say that you are not a real fan.

[toomanywatchers]

5 years later and Indiana Bergara has made a comeback:

The Treacherous Treasure Hunt of Forrest Fenn

Is Indiana Jones Adventure a World Class Attraction? (with Scott Gustin)

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Leo: You made me cry...

Nico: Baby-

Leo, hand on his heart: Don't use pet names for me now

Nico, sticking his tongue out: I'm not. I'm calling you a baby

Nico: It's an insult

Leo:

Leo: Willlllllllllll, your boyfriend is being mean to meeeeeeee

[s4lv4tions]

war god sukuna has no need for you. you know this as intimately as you know yourself.

he is a monstrous god, well-suited to the mantle he was given from birth; two pairs of muscular arms as thick as the average man’s torso, two cruel faces, a gaping maw carved into the hardness of his stomach. to peer into sukuna’s eyes is to see death and famine and destruction — wars raged long before you and long after you — and live through it all.

he has no need for you. he is perhaps more powerful than the entire pantheon, even the six-eyed-one and the curse-consumer, who swallows the sky every day to bring night. you have little understanding of the sheer magnitude of his power — your pathetic human brain can only fathom so much — but you know that sukuna, undoubtedly, is the very meaning of the word. and yet, he keeps you.

you are not a concubine, though he shirks those he has in favour of your company. you are not a general, nor an admiral, nor a soldier, and yet he seeks your counsel. you are not a mage, and hardly a grand priestess, and yet sukuna finds your door instead of that of his great temple, where hundreds live and breathe to serve him.

you had only reached the status of alter-maiden before your own temple was crushed to dust; little responsibility was given to you beyond tending the hearth, studying, and occasionally helping with chores. but sukuna dresses you in the finery of high priestesses — gauzy crimson dresses that bare your stomach and chest, fine golden jewellery and garnets that appear almost black in low light — and instructs you to dance in the way your superiors did. dances of worship, dances that he does not need, because he is already all-powerful.

the dances fit you like armour fits the weedy frame of a young boy — your legs don’t quite stretch far enough, your arms can’t move with a fluidity only gained by experience — but sukuna watches you like you are a sorceress, enchanting him with each step. he hushes uruame as they try to speak, insisting on remaining undisturbed during your worship — and when you finish, panting and glistening with sweat, your god only hums in satisfaction, grin all sharp-toothed and feral.

it must be blasphemous, you think, to perform such revered dances so clumsily—

but perhaps even more blasphemous, though, is the lingering touches your god fixes upon your waist; the hunger in his eyes as you dance; the scrape of his pointed nails against your jawline; the tent in his robes at the sound of your laboured breaths after dancing.

you fear the god of war means to have you in more ways than one — and worse still, you can’t find it within you to care.

[crispyfishsticks]

Follow up banter.

[ladykeyleth]

I let the slack out little for him. See how far he can go.

[theghoulboysblog]

don’t go to disney for your bachelor party. your best friend might meet a group of people who are also there for a bachelor party and one of them might take your spot in their wedding 😭

[soltiana]

psychoanalysis of mr millions across his canons

[wordfather]

thank god i suck ass at my hobby and no one give a shit. creating things is so fun when you suck so much at it and no one is watching

[the-modern-typewriter]

Just a brief anecdote based on your most recent posted anon that I thought you might find amusing- one time I was talking with someone about protag/antag dynamics and how they're some of my favorites in media. They mentioned that they hadn't seen that dynamic very often and I was like "huh, weird! I've read so many, I see it all the time!" And then when I was thinking of examples I realized that. I was just remembering your whole catalog of work which I love dearly and have read all of (I'm a long time subscriber to your patreon as well). A slight spiders georg moment

oh my god

am I villain spiders georg

not exactly the same, but here are four books with good protag/antag vibes:

Summer sons by Lee Mandelo

Dark Rise/Dark Heir by C.S Pascat

The Invisible Life of Addie La Rue by V.E Schwab

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi

[demifiendrsa]

THE GARFIELD MOVIE - New Trailer

Posters

Synopsis

Garfield (voiced by Chris Pratt), the world-famous, Monday-hating, lasagna-loving indoor cat, is about to have a wild outdoor adventure! After an unexpected reunion with his long-lost father – scruffy street cat Vic (voiced by Samuel L. Jackson) – Garfield and his canine friend Odie are forced from their perfectly pampered life into joining Vic in a hilarious, high-stakes heist.

[craqueluring]

hannibal loved will graham so much. like genuinely so much. he had presumably over 10 years of stability in baltimore and will graham comes into his life and he just devotes everything to him. devoted everything to guiding will to be what hannibal thought would make will the happiest. because hannibal finally found someone who was his equal. he finally found someone who could see him, completely and utterly, for who he was. he found someone he could relate to ("i see myself in will"). he finally found someone he wanted to be his companion. he found someone he could trust. (bedelia's "it's nice when someone sees us. it requires trust. trust is difficult for you" and hannibal's "i let you see me". He Trusted Will Enough To Let Him See Him) which had probably never happened before. or at least not to this degree. and right when he thought will finally returned this love and was accepting his love, and that they could be a family together with abigail, he figured out will had lied to him. and that was so crushing to him, so world ending, he destroyed his entire life in baltimore. and after everything that happened in italy, he massacred the verger estate to save himself and will. and when will rejected him, it felt so final and total that hannibal put himself in prison for THREE YEARS so will would always knew where he was, in the hopes that will would eventually come back to him. and then will did. and then will killed dolarhyde with him and revelled in it. and will finally called everything that hannibal had wanted for them, hannibal's way of expressing his love, beautiful. and hannibal was so happy, so complete, he let will pull them both off a cliff, because he was finally with will, truly and totally. will was all he ever wanted. he didnt need anything else

[toomanywatchers]

[thecloudstan]

a quick valenwind before bed 😪

do you think Vincent knows that he probably snores louder than Cid?

[3eanuts]

August 24, 1956 — see The Complete Peanuts 1955-1958