#Beauty without question

[jattendschaton]

Ladybug and Chat Noir hosting a podcast where they're going to interview Adrien Agreste and so Adrien has to enlist Félix to pretend to be him and Félix gets to just. Make fun of Adrien to his face and to a national audience. Chat Noir keeps arguing with Félix’s Adrien about his own opinions so the next day all the news is about how much everyone thinks Chat Noir hates Adrien Agreste

[waxn-wane]

Sebastian and that thing called "Faith"

Writing this bc I remembered another moment in which I grew to love Sebastian

He has such complete faith in his master, he trusts Ciel's ability and resolve. The entire cricket match, Sebastian was only supporting from the sidelines, but it was Ciel who took the podium, instructed the team, and used wicked strategies to win the game.

It's like saying: "If my Young Master says he'll win, then he will."

He doesn't even have any doubt, he already has a uniform prepared for Ciel's victory.

I was reminded of it when I encountered these panels, which occured after Ciel declared that he will take back the title "Earl Ciel Phantomhive":

It seems dressing Ciel in finery is Sebastian's love language. His unwavering show of support. (After all, an indication of Sebastian's absence is represented by Ciel looking unkempt)

This whole time while the household was running from the law and are hiding with Lau, Sebastian was mostly silent and contemplative, only thinking of how to protect and survive, and Ciel was really quiet too. No doubt Sebastian was in a state of limbo as well

It seems he was waiting for Ciels command. I believe he'd even acquiesce with running away like a coward, even if it would prolong Ciel's revenge. Perhaps he was already forlornly imagining how his master would undoubtedly still thrive in another part of the world.

After the Reunion, instead of shocking his master back to his senses like in GWA, Sebastian patiently waited for Ciel's next move. When his master is decisive anew, he welcomed it with open arms. He is learning. Becoming more attuned to his master's emotions perhaps, becoming more sensitive

And then this happens: a gorgeous parallel to Chapter 2, the first instance of Ciel reaffirming his identity as "Ciel Phantomhive"

Their initial plan at the moment was to escape the country. I was almost afraid that Ciel would be too affected to fight his brother, but once again he shows his ridiculous mental strength.

This is surely another moment of Sebastian regaining his faith in his master. In fact, gaining moreso.

With all this in mind, I like to think that Sebastian buying expensive clothes for Ciel, even though Ciel was stripped of rank, riches, and title... It's like saying once again:

"You told me you would win, so naturally, I prepared for the occasion."

Ugh the parallels. Ugh the faith and devotion. UGH the character development, the respect he has for this boy.

Rereading the Blue Memory arc, the contrast between early contract and present Sebastian is so palpable. Could you even imagine??? The difference is a chasm. That demon is so whipped.

At first he was like "lol 'Earl Ciel' Phantomhive 🙄🤭😒"

And now he's like "Earl Ciel Phantomhive 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🤲🤲✨✨"

Examining holistically, after everything they've been through, it seems something has shifted. It seems something previously considered "unattainable" has grown in Sebastian.

In the Indian Butler arc, many months prior, Sebastian claimed that "Faith" born out of love and devotion for another person is impossible for demons to achieve.

Sebastian... Boy, I have news for you.

Likewise, when Sebastian says he'll do something, Ciel's response is "if Sebastian says he'll do it, then it will happen. This is a statement of fact."

(this is from the musical, but I like to think of "noncanon" parts of Kuro to be extensions of their characters. There are numerous moments in the manga and anime where Ciel's trust in Sebastian's abilities are showcased but this is the one that came to mind at this moment)

So the sentiment is very much mutual.

[codgod-archive]

it’s already june here but it’s mermay in Most Places still, so here’s some several-years-post-canon codfather

[ssaraexposs]

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THEY'RE ACTUALLY TALKING, WITHOUT FIGHTING EACH OTHER OR SCREAMING INSULTS

[thatfriendlyanon]

i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since

[velvetrooibos]

I am slowly reading all of @keycarabiner ‘s work on ao3 and it’s ruining my LIFE YOUR WRITING MAKES ME FEEL INSANE.

THIS is a scene from their fic ‘Storge’, this fucking. Sick snapshot of a camp halfblood au with Aphrodite kid Steve, and…. Mysterious Eddie…. OOOOO THE DRAMA

[babybluebanshee]

Whenever I see the Beast on Disney villain merch of any kind, I wanna bite someone. Like, tell me you completely missed the themes of Beauty and the Beast 1991 without telling me you missed the themes of Beauty and the Beast 1991.

[silviakundera]

randomly amusing moment (to me) from The Princess Royal ep 40:

Qin Zhen Zhen arrives: your highness!!!!!!

Li Rong: oh hey girl

Qin Zhen Zhen: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Pei Wenxuan, who i believe did not even receive a hello: ...

[ongawdclub]

A d m i r e

[gaybaseball-fan]

These gifs have 100,000 downloads on some APPS

[maryasmorevna]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love how are you?

I miss the actors au, so i have a promt for you if thats okay.

Thena and Gil are casted in an action/romance movie where their characters have a lot of tension and have to flirt a lot, so their tension in real life gets real high and they kinda start flitring with the other but they are just "friends".

As always thank you for your works 🩷🤍

"You ready?" he asked her, his weapon in hand.

She gave him a look over her shoulder, raising a finely plucked eyebrow. "Are you going to ask me that every time?"

He gave her look right back to her, though, both of them grinning at the exchange. "Well, I believe in words of assurance. Doesn't that help set the mood or something?"

She tested the doorknob, preparing to charge in with him. "Are you asking me as your partner or as a woman?"

He pressed his back to the wall with her. He wasn't nearly as entertained by it as she was. "I'm asking if you're sure about this."

She was surprised by his sudden hesitance. "You think we aren't there yet?"

"I mean dinner is one thing, but taking down this whole compound just us?"

"I knew you had commitment issues."

"You think everyone has commitment issues."

She rolled her eyes at him. "If you can't do this, then fine, I'll take care of it myself-"

He stopped her from going in alone, his hand holding hers back. He moved closer, even, his arm around her and his face nose to nose with hers. "You'll never have to take care of anything alone so long as I'm here. Whether you think we're there or not."

The clip faded out and the audience applauded obligingly. Some was politely directed by the teleprompters and some was genuine enthusiasm. The movie did seem fun and light, with well paced action, based on the snippet presented.

Gil and Thena laughed at the scene chosen, as if they hadn't already seen it countless times during their press tour.

"That was a clip from your latest--I'm already excited," the host of the show exclaimed, leaning back in her chair. "I feel like we haven't seen you guys take on anything this light in a while."

Gil and Thena shared a look. It was always funny for them to do press and receive notes on how their careers were going. Whether they were working on something together or apart, they were spending almost all their time together anyway.

"Well, Thena had her more serious biopic, which swept awards season," Gilgamesh began, openly inviting the audience to shower her with adulation. He clapped as well, chuckling as she ducked her head and played with her hair in a moment of shyness.

"You see why I can't do press with him all the time? I can't take it," she laughed in good nature, spreading her time between the host and the audience. "He's too much."

"It's so sweet how close you are, though," the host beamed, dancing the line between innocent commentary and probing at something more. "I feel like it's not always the case."

"We are lucky," Thena agreed, looking at Gil again with a full smile. Her makeup done for the show made her seem to glow under the lights, from the blush in her cheeks to the colour on her lips. "I can't imagine how insufferable it would be if I didn't like him."

"Well, it'd be pretty hard, if that clip was anything to go by!"

She was somewhat luring them into something--saying something, admitting something.

"Is it hard to get into a character like the ones in this film, or do you find it easier because you already get along so well?"

Thena met the eyes of their host. She was good at her job; the audience was ooh-ing and ah-ing at all the right times. She kept her smile even, though, resting her cheek in her hand. "Well, movies like this one often focus more on the action and the humour than the characters. But we're lucky our writers actually have quite a fun story buried within the scenes."

"It was nice to be able to really play around with the characters and how they interacted and that would, in turn, influence how we played a scene or how we would allude to something that would come into play further down the line," Gilgamesh answered. It was a very practised, media coach approved answer. It really didn't say all that much, but it sounded like he was saying a lot.

"Now, just tell me," the hostess got a devious smirk on her face. "Are you flirting like that the whole movie?"

Thena resisted the urge to roll her eyes, much like her character for the summer blockbuster. "Would you call that flirting?"

Gil laughed beside her, their eyes drawn together and away from the third party on stage with them. "I think that's just how they talk to each other."

"It's natural for them," Thena joined in his laughter. "They get up, go to work, see each other in the elevator-"

"She says 'fuck you', he says 'how hard'?" Gilgamesh joked, which had both he and Thena laughing, as well as the audience in stitches. He made a sheepish face to the camera, "sorry, sorry, forgot you'll have to bleep that."

Thena shrugged one shoulder, "it's not rated R, we can have one truly good profanity."

"Yeah, and you got it," he pointed out, recalling the exact scene in which her character gets the privilege of saying the coveted once-per-movie-F-bomb. "It's a big one, too."

She gave him a look before purring, "not as big as you, baby."

The audience laughed again. Gil and Thena both leaned in their seats, losing themselves in the mirth of it all. The hostess was banging on the table.

She wiped a tear from her eye, picking up her coffee mug only to tip it upside down. "It's okay, there's no coffee in here."

The audience continued to laugh.

"How did you even get any work done like this?"

"Is it really work if you do what you love?" Gilgamesh chuckled, trying to calm his laughter and appear at least somewhat professional. He tugged at the lapel of his suit jacket, although he didn't button it closed. He looked at Thena again. "Wouldn't you agree?"

She made a face; Sprite got her mischievous side from Thena, but neither would ever admit it. "I think they do each other all the time, yes."

The audience roared with laughter again. Thena attempted to hide her completely open laughter with a hand in front of her mouth. Under the cover of it, she whispered to him, "sorry, but that one was too good to pass up."

"Takes one to know one," he whispered back to her.

"Okay, okay, okay," the hostess held her hand up, signalling the audience to cool it and drawing her guests' attentions back to her. "Cool it, kids--leave some room for jesus, 'kay?"

Thena and Gil both chuckled, but they had indeed gravitated closer and closer through the course of their banter. Their thighs were touching.

"Thena," the two women traded grins and raised eyebrows. "First, I have to know where you get your eyebrows done, because you're putting me to shame."

She was funny, Thena conceded. She liked her delivery and her genuine charisma. "It's all my stylist team, I assure you."

"Second," she held up a finger. "Did you write your own dialogue for this movie or what?--you're killin' me, here. You know how hard it is to get your own network show? I'm supposed to be the funny one."

The audience applauded again, the energy in the room still high.

Gil joined in. "She's always been funny--I keep telling people."

"No one believes you," she shook her head at him. They were ignoring their host again and getting lost in the fun of trading little jokes. She toyed with some of her hair, winding it around her finger.

He shook his head, capturing the lock of hair for himself. "That's what happens when you're pretty and talented, people think the rest of your resume is fake."

"Is there anything you can't do?" the host asked, partly for the info and partly so as not to let her own show get away from her again.

"Plenty," Thena looked back at her again, although it had to be said that Gilgamesh was still toying with her hair. "Cooking is top of the list."

"That's okay," the host jumped on the opportunity to bring up more inside info. "I hear he's a master chef all his own."

"It's true."

"It is not."

"It most certainly is," Thena cut him off, tipping her head in his direction again. He tossed her hair over her shoulder but she didn't let it distract her. "He's an amazing home cook."

The host pouted, leaning her chin into her palm with her elbow on top of her desk. "I'm jealous."

Thena nodded at her. "We had a break during filming, while we were changing location and our crew was doing the real heavy lifting work. And the day we were back on set, Gilgamesh brought everyone a little bundle of cookies he had made."

"For everyone?!"

Thena nodded again, confirming the other woman's shock. "He baked at least three hundred cookies so he could give them to everyone in the cast and crew. They were in cute little bundles, tied with ribbon and everything."

"Okay," Gil huffed, blushing modestly.

"Look," Thena pointed at the screen, where the showrunners were pulling up a picture taken and posted on social media. "Isn't it cute?"

The hostess dropped her jaw in the audiences direction. They were being well fed this segment. "Okay, I didn't think there was anything you couldn't do, but now it's him too?!"

Thena raised both her brows at him and crossed her arms with a smirk. "No, there is absolutely nothing he cannot do."

He rolled his eyes, still playing up his bashfulness. He raised his arm up onto the back of the couch, somewhat around Thena's shoulders. His fingers toyed with the fluttery sleeve of her dress. "Except get you to stop, apparently."

"Okay," the hostess tapped the desk, signalling the closing of their time. She turned to the frontmost camera while the other two turned to cover her other angles. "We are gonna take a quick break, and when we come back, the lovebirds here will have some insider info on release dates and we'll even have some questions from our viewers!"

The cameras pulled out and the band played until sound was done rolling. Gil and Thena waved to the audience, as well as the 'audience' at home through the cameras.

"That was amazing, you guys are nailing it," their hostess addressed them openly as her team came scurrying in to retouch her hair and makeup in their brief commercial spot. "Keep up the fun, flirty vibes when we come back, okay?"

Gil and Thena looked at each other. The hostess was further engulfed in assistants and scrip producers and coffee gophers swarming her for their brief five minute window to do their jobs.

"Flirting?" Thena voiced aloud, to which Gil also shrugged. "I wouldn't call it that."

"No," he scoffed in agreement with her. "We're just making friendly conversation. And you're totally killing the audience--just admit you're funny."

She scoffed at him this time, her arms still crossed, him still playing with the sleeve of her dress. "I admit nothing. If anything, you are bringing it out in me. And she's quite humorous."

Gil just chuckled, adjusting himself to fully sit sideways on the couch, since this was the position he would be in for the rest of the interview anyway. He abandoned the dress sleeve and found her stray curl of blonde to play with again. "You're funnier."

And they said they weren't flirting.

[mosstrades]

im someone who stuggles not to let his curiosity and drive sometimes (often) cross over into an overwhelming and maladaptive need for answers, for explanation, for certainty. someone who, historically, sees making art as a primarily intellectual exercise. this is not inherently a bad thing, we all have our temperaments and this kind of attention can be a strength. but, you know that artist who makes a painting, and then only wants to show it while explaining it to you? thats me, sometimes, more often than i like. every story i used to write had another hundred page document behind it, explicating every single choice -- often i would simply read that, instead of ever actually write the story itself. the explanation precedes everything. the answers alone are the experience.

david lynch's work and philosphy has been and is a vital foothold in my efforts to learn to love the questions as our breath. learn to appreciate intuition and dreams, trust them instead of fear them. learn to see that the world has so much confusing, uncertain, strange beauty, that can be terrifying but turns sublime when you cease rejecting it from fear. when you embrace the unknown and dont try to immediately & anxiously explicate it all away, a whole new world opens up to you. that you need the darkness in order to dream, and you need dreams in order to live fully immersed in what the world has to offer. a foothold in learning to be okay with abstraction, with imperfect subjectivity, with uncertainty. to know it is not anthitetical to truth and meaning. know that to skillfully make ideas come alive into a work *is* to rationally pin them down, but that you cannot lose sight of the intuition they were born as.

his artistic intuition reminds me of what i need to have -- the trust and humility for experiencing the inexplicable and understanding that to be enough. a devotion to ideas and their realisation. a balancing force, for my endless inquiry -- to not forget to live the question in my the search for an answer. to allow some thing to go without clear or universal explanation, allow for some things to remain unresolved, allow for others to have that be their resolution. it's why his work equal parts captivates me and disturbs me -- i am very bad at this. but feel in my heart a need to get better at it. to be a better artist, a better thinker, a better searcher, a better person. you need to feel it, intuitively, quiet your endless noisy need for an answer and simply let it fill you up, let it resonate intuitively, and find in that how life makes sense to you and you alone. mediation, mindfulness, humility to sit with abstraction without trying to pin it down. more and more i try to understand this. some things don't need to make perfect sense. some things dont need answers, or their answers are not the point. some things dont need anything but to be experienced as they enter you -- like dreams do. that can lead you to the answer, and that can also be enough in itself. that can be just an intrinsic value in being alive to experience it. and so often, it is all in conversation with the search for joy. it's why he feels so captivating, so unique, so tremendously alive. why people use the word "visionary" when talking about him. because he knew how to use his medium in all the potential he could see, so that it let you live in the strangeness and questions. he understood them as sublime, he understood them as enough, he understood them as a joy. he understood them as beautiful. and his memory will remind me to do the same; always to seek the space to dream.

[amysky21]

Ahhh, over two days of my year, and I only wish it was more. I’m sure next year will hold more days of my life well spent listening to skilled artists tell incredible stories. Worlds Beyond Number is not only my favourite story and characters, but it’s also my favourite sound design and soundtrack. Can’t wait for more!

[skrunksthatwunk]

i would really appreciate it if i didn't have a brain that thought torturing me was a helpful response to being scared of us. im your copilot stop fucking tazing me you dick

[rocky-road-to-london]

why do you call asougi mr handsome?

because hes the most handsome man in all of england!! obviously!! ive never been to japan so either theyre hiding all the really pretty people over there or he is also the most handsome man in all of japan! both of those options are good options so im not worried...

have you looked at him. hes... hes just stunning!!! his hair is so soft and silky and this beautiful shade of dark grey that goes all bronze-brown in sunlight, which should be impossible but its not because he does it!!

he has these really pretty gray eyes, too... ive gotten to see them sparkle when he gets his hands on a cool sword and to compare it to starlight would not be incorrect!!

his voice is very pleasing to listen to, its a bit rough and a bit unlike most people so its super distinctive, and he could make really dry law sound interesting just by reading it out loud. his singing is even better... nice and tenor and a little untrained but thats what makes it good!!!

also his usual court uniform is almost criminally tight and i know thats because mr pretty prosecutor just insists on it but wow. wow. it is probly impossible not to notice his physique when hes wearing that!!! and of course if youve ever seen him move hes so fluid... poetry in motion. dancing or sparring, doesnt matter, he makes it look like its the only thing youre supposed to do with your physical body.

also hes very warm to the touch and smells like fresh pennyroyal and it is unfairly nice. no one told me that until i got to dance with him myself, because our mutual friends might just be evil, but it is important that you know this because it is the cherry on top.

i mean really!! its a miracle i ever stay standing when hes around, hes so handsome i get all weak in the knees. youd figure being around him more would make me get used to it!! and youd be wrong!!!

it is unfair that any man could be so handsome, and yet he is!!! it makes me happy, though. that someone does exist that is that handsome. that sort of beauty should always exist and im glad it exists in someone i know!!