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[the-crooked-library]

Nosferatu (2024) is unquestionably a multifaceted work, but what I personally consider to be the unifying idea behind its facets is that, for Ellen, Orlok represents validation.

Her fears are dismissed and called childish?.. He's a nightmarish manifestation of them.

She is consistently disrespected by everyone around her?.. He considers her his only equal. She never uses his title, it's permitted.

She is told to fix herself, misunderstood, and always isolated?.. He knows all the darkest parts of her and is delighted by them. He wants her just as she is, so much that he will lie, kill, and cross the ocean to find her.

The scene in their death/wedding bed is a direct parallel to the scene of her waking in that bed at the beginning of the film. She complains to Thomas that the "honeymoon is yet too short" and tries to pull him down with a kiss - however, he is worried about being late for work, and so he extricates himself and leaves. Cut forward to her sharing the same bed with Orlok, similarly early in the morning; he is startled by cock-crow and begins to rise, but she guides his head back down - and, even though he knows that he will die, he stays. He is her sexual and emotional desire, realized.

Given that there is a plethora of emotions Ellen is forced to suppress on daily basis, there is no singular correct interpretation of her relationship with Orlok. To erase any one of them is to render it shallower than it actually is; but there is no doubt as to why their attachment is mutual. To each, the other is something they’ve never had before.

[kush4testing]

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[zeeshanamjad]

Flux Design Pattern using TypeScript in React

Flux is an interesting unidirectional architectural design pattern introduced by Facebook for React. React has unidirectional binding, unlike Angular which has bidirectional binding. It is the same pattern used by in Redux, which is very popular JavaScript library for statement management. It is important to know that Redux is not the only state management library, other possible choices are…

[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing (prodding his father's arm with his shoe): Batman? Batman? Hey, Batman?!

Batman (lying on the dirt ground in pain): What?!

Nightwing: You're clearly too… um, sore to drive. I'm going to take you home.

Batman (weakly raising his arm): You… can't drive the Batmobile! You're not equipped.

Nightwing: I’ve driven it before, you had me drive it when I was fourteen. Then I would take it for a joyride around Gotham when I was a teenager.

Batman: You what—? Oh, I felt a pop in my spine.

Nightwing (shrugging with a smile): I did a lot of things as a pre-teen and then when I got my license I really enjoyed taking the car for a spin. Did you know about the time I tried mushrooms with Roy?

Batman: What?

Nightwing: It was a crazy night. I’m definitely glad I tried shrooms once—never again. In the mix, I tried heroin; I can’t remember how—probably snorted it. Just know it didn’t go well. Thankfully, right?

Batman (surprised): You tried heroin? I knew it was odd that you could taste it.

Nightwing laughed, nodding.

Nightwing: Never did that again. It did give me a better reason to want to help Roy. It took time to help him, you know that whole song and dance.

Batman (exhaling as he spoke): No.

Nightwing: Whatever you say Dark Knight who took a drug called venom to become OP. As for me, I ended up in the hospital. The doctor was nice that night. Whew, glad I got that off my chest. Oh, and remember the time I snuck Kori into the pool house? When we first started dating, and then again when we got back together? The second time? Way better. Fun times!

Batman (staring at the sky, wondering if this was a nightmare): This can't be real. I must be hallucinating.

Nightwing: It’s very real. Don’t worry, this last confession isn’t that bad. Sometimes I would use the Batmobile to take Jason out for ice cream. People think we hated each other when he was a kid. It wasn’t like that; I was just going through a phase. But the ice cream always made things better. He was just a little kid back then!

Batman: He was fourteen! Why are you telling me all of this?

Nightwing helped prop up his father on his back and began to walk him to the Batmobile.

Nightwing: Because you’re too sore to stand up and scold me. I'm not afraid of you anymore either. Like, I was a teenager; I did teenager stuff.

Batman: Trying magic mushrooms and heroin isn't "teen stuff"!

Nightwing: Alfred told me you smoked weed while traveling to Germany at seventeen.

Batman sighed, clearly annoyed.

Batman: The keys are in one of my pocket. If you can just get me into the passenger seat, I’ll pull them out myself.

Nightwing: Awesome! Ice cream is on me.

Batman (begrudgingly): I want rocky road.

Nightwing: I knew you'd say that.

[ryssbelle]

Brozone reunion concepts for this little thing based on this ask

As stated in the ask idk fully how this moment would go, this concept was mostly building off the premise presented within the ask :D

Bonus:

[lucabyte]

A belief in Nominative Determinsim

[lynxgriffin]

Hiatus Notice

Hi all, didn't want to make this post on my birthday, but I do need to do it now: I'm going to need to take a hiatus from drawing due to my wrist being hurt again.

Anyone who watches my streams knows that I still try and do my stretches while working all the time, so getting hurt again so badly that I can't work at all is nothing short of completely devastating to me. I have spent most of my time crying nonstop about it. All I can do now is the proper next steps...stop and rest, talk to my doctor about it, and hopefully get any physical or massage therapy I need so that I can recover and get back to work ASAP.

I don't know what my timetable for recovery would be right now, but I'm really hoping it's not as long as last time. I just know I won't be able to share any art until I'm better and can draw regularly again.

This just sucks because I already feel like I've been slow at things, and I had multiple things in the works...Eldritchrune comics, and also a project I was working on for the next anniversary. I apologize that it's going to be a wait before I can share any art again...even once I get back into drawing, my job still comes first.

I will update here more once I hopefully know what to do from my doctor, and I can still answer asks, but no art for awhile. I'm so sorry about the wait...trust me when I say this is my biggest nightmare, and I've been an emotional wreck about it.

And artists: please learn from my miseries and take care of yourselves, especially if you draw professionally. Take breaks, stretch frequently, drink lots of water, do NOT overwork, listen to your body, listen to your doctors and therapists. The world doesn't treat us as such, especially nowadays, but you are athletes. Take care of your body the same way an athlete would.

Thanks again for your patience.

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @thefallenangel2008 @ravmycupine

just wanted to add some thoughts to the memory vial/brain dead au (or whatever we're calling it)

because of course ford's guilt about using the memory gun on stan is so much worse than it is in canon, not just for the obvious reasons but also because like

this wasn't the plan

Stan agreed to have his memories erased—of course he did, the whole thing was his idea. But he didn't know he was going to die. Granted, I feel like Stan probably still would've been willing to make that sacrifice if he had known that. But I don't think Ford would've.

Ford just thought he was turning his brother into an amnesiac, and even then he almost couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. And of course he knew it was going to hurt, having Stan look at him like he's a stranger, but at least that's the outcome he was preparing himself for.

He was not prepared to see Stan's body topple over on its side, his unblinking eyes staring blankly ahead. Ford rushes to his brother's aid, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to rouse him, calling his name (except, he wouldn't know his own name anymore, would he?). Stan's not moving. He's not breathing. Oh God, he's not breathing. Ford glances at the memory gun on the ground next to them, and horror washes over him as he realizes what he's done. The gun erased more than just memories, it erased everything. Stan's brain was a floppy drive and Ford was the magnet, wiping it clean and leaving it broken beyond repair.

No, no, this wasn't the plan. Time to call off the con. This wasn't supposed to happen. Stop, cut, abort mission, abort mission!

But it's too late. What's done is done, and he can't take it back.

Oh God, I killed him.

Sobbing now, Ford mutters choked-out apologies, first to Stan's body as he holds him tight—and again at his grave after he's buried. And the apologies start up anew every time he visits.

As the years go on, Ford is haunted by all the what-ifs that might've saved his brother's life. What if he had thought to type "Stanley Pines memories" into the memory gun instead of just "Stanley Pines", would it have kept his essential brain functions intact? Hell, what if he typed in "Bill Cipher"? Would that have been enough to kill the bastard and still let Stanley keep most of his memories and, more importantly, his life?

Ford doesn't know the answer to that question. And he'll never know. Because as much as he longs for it, he'll never have that chance to go back and do it differently.

[cuties-in-codices]

the wild woman ruel carrying wigalois

illustration from a copy of wirnt von grafenberg's arthurian romance "wigalois", alsace, c. 1420

source: Karlsruhe, Badische Landesbibl., Cod. Donaueschingen 71, fol. 125r

[fontriver]

NCL Kisgade font designed by Enxyclo Studio

[valentimmy]

finished the sunburnt sephiroth doodles months later

[waterfallofspace]

You've told me about a certain... thing you enjoy, and I'm happy to indulge you!~

(all one take - improvised scenario)

feat: sneezing, sniffling, one nose blow (6:28), talking, playfully teasing, I induce for you, you induce me, general acceptance of the kink and kindness towards it, and continuous consent

[gothamite-rambler]

Jim: All right, so I’d start in Bowery, searching from there is a good start. If you see a pimp named Lucifer you can beat him up. You look ridiculous as usual and did you ever have sex with my daughter?

Batman (delayed shock): …What?

Robin!Tim (flipping through the case file folder): He said we should start at Bowery, look for a satanic named pimp, insulted your suit, then asked if you violated his daughter.

Robin yawned, disinterested in the conversation. Batman, glancing from his sidekick to Jim, quickly saw the man wasn’t joking around. He looked around the roof checking for cameras, but Jim wasn't joking with him.

Batman: I might've blacked out for a second, repeat what you said, Gordon.

Jim: Gladly, Bruce, did you violate my daughter?

Batman: Right... You said that like it was a normal thing and not out of nowhere and an insulting accusation.

Robin!Tim (reading the case file): That wasn't yes or no to his question. Offended or not, you should probably give him the actual answer... Why did they take one of this guy's eyes?

Robin!Tim: That feels symbolic and makes sense. Batgirl was a teenager when you guys worked together?

Jim: That’s why I like him; he’s good at repeating and remembering information. So, did you ever violate my daughter? I won't be mad… I will only shoot you in the balls.

Batman: Y- Yes.

Jim: It's not that I don't trust him; it's just that my daughter already dated his goofy son. If this grown man touched my daughter in any way, no court would convict me.

Robin!Tim (joking): Ooo, sure hope you didn't go the R. Kelly route.

Batman (stoic, but annoyed): Robin, you know I didn't.

Robin!Tim: Obviously, but Jim isn't as trusting with you.

Robin!Tim (mid-yawn): Respect. B, can we get tea after we leave? I'm thirsty.

Batman: I will think about it, and I'm standing right here. Can I have a second to process this?

Jim: Sure, because you're not leaving until I get an answer.

Batman (unsure how to react): I… I respect the fact you will cause bodily harm to someone who harms your daughter, but… this is a lot. Circling back, you’re asking me if I ever had sexual relations with Batgirl?

Robin!Tim (sarcastically): Using the actual lie Bill Clinton said isn't the smartest defense. If it helps, I can hear Oracle cackling in my comm device.

Batman (stammering, defensive): I didn’t… I wouldn’t… We never had sex because we were never romantic together; I'm not that type of man. How dare you think for a moment I'm a man who would defile Batgirl! She's closer to my son's age than mine… not that I would if she were closer to my age!

Jim: Hm, you do seem to be telling the truth. Would you be willing to take a lie detector test?

Batman (flatly): Those are bullshit, and you know it. I'm your… fr-friend. Still not used to it.

Robin!Tim: I mean, outside of this, you do present yourself as a bit of a playboy. I don't blame the commissioner for being worried.

Batman (turning Tim around): Robin, step aside and read the damn folder.

Tim shrugged and wandered off, humming a jazz tune, clearly enjoying his time researching a kidnapping case. Batman groaned, covering his eyes in frustration.

Batman (pressing his comm, scolding tone): I don’t know what you’ve been told, but I swear to you, I’ve never done anything with her. We are friends. What did you tell him, Batgirl? Why would you tell him that?

Barbara: Relax, I’ve been denying all of that. He said he was going to ask, though. Just be glad I talked him out of bringing a gun.

Batman: Unless his holster has a fake gun that he's showing me, he definitely brought his gun!

Barbara (surprised at first, then cackling): Oh… hahahahahaha!

Batman (flatly): She's reveling in this… I'm just going to keep talking to you. Go ahead, ask your questions; I'm going to be truthful.

Jim (crossing his arms): Ever kissed her?

Batman (grossed out): No.

Jim: Had a hug that lasted too long?

Barbara (on comms, shivering): Gross.

Batman: I don’t even hug actual girlfriends for too long, but no, we've hugged five times, and it was quick and platonic.

Jim: Ever had sex with her on a roof?

Batman: That was with Catwoman, and she swore to keep that secret.

Jim: I… didn’t need to know that.

Batman: Now you do. I haven’t had sex with Batgirl or viewed her as some kind of sexual prospect. She was in high school when we met, and she will always be the high school girl who is my friend now. Why is it so difficult for people to accept that a man and a woman can be friends?

Jim and Barbara (in unison, her voice coming through the comm device): Because we know you, Bruce.

Batman: Okay, I'm putting a moratorium on calling me that name. When I am Batman, call me Batman. That is an easy thing to do. Next, I’m into many weird kinks. Yes, I have had relationships that some would label strange—

Robin!Tim (from far away): He's talking about Talia, Selina, Jillian Maxwell, Phantasm—

Batman (shouting, turning to his sidekick): READ THE CASE FILE!

Tim sighed, going back to reading the file about a double homicide outside a bar. Jim tilted his head, chuckling at his friend's reaction and beginning to feel reassured he hadn't slept with his daughter.

Batman: As I was saying, I'm not... What singer Robin mention?

Jim: R. Kelly, but there's also Jimmy Saville, Rolf Harris, the principal from Ferris Buellar.

Batman: I can't look at the movie the same way, but Gordon- Jim, I would never hurt you like that or her.

Jim: I don't know... I'm not going to hesitate shooting you if you're lying and I will let you live from it.

Batman: Ignoring Oracle's teasing to say - Look, you've made it clear you still judge me for being a man in an impressively made hero suit while being a great detective who can do your job better than you.

Batman: While I admire you'd do that, there's no need... also don't do that to anyone. You're one of the few good cops I tolerate. Don't go down a dark path.

Barbara (on comms, teasing): Aww, Jimmy and Brucie are best friends!

Jim: I never said that last part, but I'm assuming you think I doubt my own detective skills.

Jim (nonchalant): I can be overprotective of Batgirl, and in this situation, a man who's only a few years younger than me doing that with my daughter would set me off. But you're one of the few guy friends I have, and I wanted to get your word on this. I will believe you for now, but if it turns out you did the deed with her, you will be shot in the dick and live!

Batman: Exactly. I am not everyone's favorite person, but I'd never do something so reprehensible. When I look at Batgirl, she's a friend, family, my niece. If I did that to her, I could never see myself the same way. Jim, you are my friend, and I would never betray you like that, I promise.

Robin!Tim (walking past the two): That's so sweet.

Batman: Okay… oddly enough, I respect that. Thank you for asking first instead of shooting me.

Jim: Lucky you.

Batman (closing his eyes, holding his head down): I have weird friendships, but thanks, Jim.

Jim: No prob, buddy.

This is when Bruce had a fifteen year old Tim Drake as his Robin and a what if because for me I've never liked this ship. Fictional characters or not this one is gross to me and at least Dick and Babs made some sense.

[otterloreart]

Tippy tap

[the-heron]

congrats 2 henry peglar for being the only bitch confirmed as to be Fucking That Old Man

[swan2swan]

Okay, see, that?

That's a line they cut.