#Hope and Glory

[periodically80s]

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Hope and Glory

"Serra ruled by faith. I cannot afford that luxury." —Radiant, archangel

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[theoscarsproject]

Hope and Glory (1987). Bill, a young boy living on the outskirts of London experiences the exhilaration of World War II. During this period, Bill learns about sex, death, love, hypocrisy, and the faults of adults as he prowls the ruins of bombed houses.

A really compelling exercise in memory and manages to marry the playfulness of childhood with the brutality of war and the London Blitz pretty seamlessly. I don't know if I loved it exactly, but it pulled me in and I think the sense of family survival both as a unit and as individuals with their own pre-and-post war identities was richly drawn. 8/10.

[danman007]

Hope and Glory(1987) dir. John Boorman

Man of Steel(2013) dir. Zack Snyder

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[insidecroydon]

Barbie and Oppenheimer at David Lean Cinema, Aug 8-31

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[cinemajunkie70]

Happy 90th Birthday to John Boorman. There is life before Excalibur and then there is life after Excalibur! So many excellent films from one man!

[heeha-must-die]

started listening to tma got through almost two seasons gone insane

so here's quality content just for you because i find jon's paranoia so funny and so devastating at the same time

my favourite workplace romantic comedy series

[lesbaurinkos]

pigeons mate for life

[chaiaurchaandni]

4 year old Ahmad Shabat - an israeli airstrike hit him, his parents & 4 siblings; he survived, they didn't - then they hit him & his father's relatives; he survived, they didn't - then they hit him & his uncle; he survived, his uncle didn't - both of Ahmed's legs have been amputated because of injuries. He survives.

i hope Ahmad gets to live. i hope he has a beautiful and fulfilling life. i hope he finds love and safety and comfort and success. i hope he finds happiness. i hope he heals. i hope he continues to survive. in spite of the violence, in spite of the trauma, in spite of the horror. in spite of the world.

[lowpolyanimals]

Black Fish from ULTRAKILL

[yohankang]

Rage is gripped in the hands. Rage gets stuck in the throat, suppressed. Rage is a promise kept.

Happy Holidays @natahjikio! May the new year bless you with health, wealth, happiness, and lots of amazing dramas!

[emjee]

Hey folks who are observing Advent this year, the patriarchs and bishops of Jerusalem have put out a statement to Christians across the world that I recommend reading. I also invite you to join in extra prayer and almsgiving and (if it’s safe for you) fasting in the lead up to Christmas this year. Feel free to DM me if you want to talk about any or all of those. Preparing for the feast of the Incarnation is a good opportunity to ground ourselves in the humanity of all people and to offer what we can towards the hope of a lasting and life-giving peace. Blessings to y'all in this season.

[sjoongki]

THE GLORY 더 글로리 (2022)

— happiest of holidays to mona (@khaotunqs) 💚💛

i hope you're having a wonderful holiday season and that 2024 brings you good health, happiness, prosperity, and many wonderful things to look forward to!

[rustytrident]

beelzebub who has obscure knowledge because he cares so much about his brothers' interests, they become his, too – or, a slight beelzebub character study at 3am because i need it and so do you.

beelzebub who can name every constellation in the night sky of all three realms, who knows both astrology and astronomy, who has read all of belphie's essays and research papers, who was there when they were written.

beelzebub who knows how to play (and cheat, and win) about every casino game, who knows how to do fast math even if he doesn't really care for it, who checks the fucking stock market every morning to see if mammon's mood will be affected by it or not.

beelzebub who knows the difference between the scent of white and red roses, who knows how to properly do your (and his) makeup, who has memorised which products are good for his complexion and how many times a day he needs to apply sunscreen, because asmo swears that the fridge light hits him as much as the sun would have in the human world.

beelzebub who can quote jane austen and poe and shakespeare and euripides from memory, who makes references from books that were destroyed with the library of alexandria, who knows about every breed of cat there is, who listens to satan explain whose fur is the thickest and whose the softest.

beelzebub who will rewatch tsl for hours, who will carry boxes upon boxes of games upstairs, who will (poorly) draw ruri from memory, who will know how to play most games levi hyperfixates on and the plot from most anime he has rambled about.

beelzebub who knows even the most bizzare of genres of music, who can taste the difference between a thousand year and a thousand and one year aged demonus, who immediately recognises the jazz song lucifer is playing when he wants to spend quality time with him but doesn't want to disturb him.

beelzebub who, if you ask him about his interests, will reply that he doesn't really have any, who will search within him for an ounce of self, who will give up after a while because he is six beings in one, and he doesn't know if there's room for one more.

beelzebub who decides that it's okay to be a mosaic of his favourite beings, who finds out that he has been carrying seven in him all along, who gazes in your – a human's – eyes and understands why she fought and why she fell and why she tried so much.

beelzebub who, in his spare time, will go in the human world to visit museums and archaeological sites and long abandoned villages, who will reminisce about when everything he just saw was once new and shining, who will retrace the steps he took aeons ago, alone this time.

beelzebub who often feels lost, who grieves and eats and grieves some more, who carries the memory of his sister because he once read that one truly stops existing when they are forgotten, yet smiles when he sees red roses and shiny coins and old books and video games and cursed records and the starry sky, who sighs into your neck right before he falls asleep and promises to never forget the way your skin feels under his.

beelzebub who, without you asking him, tells you he likes flowers and animals, who likes everything the sun touches, whose eyes glimmer when you ask him to tell you about yarrows and their meaning and their colours, who will explain in a heartbeat, just for you.

beelzebub whose self is a wounded one, a fighting one, whose self is a memory box he just keeps adding into, a scrapbook of eternity's erosion, who finds happiness in the little things, in the simple things, who binds his family together.

beelzebub who loved and loves and will love until there's nothing of him left, until he is the last one remembering, until the night sky is no longer a painting, but just an accumulation dead stars.

[insidecroydon]

Films on film at the David Lean Cinema, Aug 1 to12

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