#cinematic reflections

[speakofcompersion]

240712 NeverNever Fanmeeting - Taemin Guilty ♥︎

[gwinwe]

oh gus we're really in it now (btw this is available as a print!)

[cosmic-d1ce]

Sure Phil rejected him, but he still chased him into the forest when forever was upset 🤨 can I make it any clearer

If that's not true love idk what is

Phil does love Forever and its so so clear. Phil told him that if he wasn't so insistent on the Brunim thing everything would be fine with them.

But no. Forever is delusional and it ruined my ship </3 /j

[emile-hides]

Hinted at Zenyatta lore that makes me go rabid

[mayanhandballcourt]

Photographer Aaron Jones

[fanartka]

I think it's one of the most beautiful pictures with Doctor Stephen Strange I have ever seen.

[maximura]

[doctapuella]

also i finally watched the trailer for gladiator 2 and broadly speaking yeah looks like an awesome movie but i also have Questions about the casting of caracalla and geta

[praiseinchains]

I wasn't originally interested in going to see the movie (I'm not a big fan of sequels) but after seeing the trailer for it on Facebook reels one time too many I decided to check it out, and I'm glad I did! 😊 My parents and I went to see it a couple of days ago and it's the first time I've been to a theater in about 7 years or so - my health never really allowed it. But even though I still wasn't feeling the best it was a great experience, if not a bit nostalgic. The theater reminded me a bit of the theater I always went to growing up and it just made me long for that time. The screen area itself was great! The seats were really big and leather and they reclined back, so I got to lay back and watch the movie, which I loved. It's probably the first time I liked a sequel more than the first movie. I actually got a bit teary eyed. It definitely made me take a bit of a step back and consider my own emotions.

[louisianimal]

Went to see Puss in Boots 2 and my life is forever changed because of it!

[vmnvxmag]

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[dfl-inc]

AI image generation

[lumalalu]

man fuck it im gonna start doin wip wednesdays here

Summer is sweet and endless and she has nothing to do but look at me. She's looking at me now, through the sun's glare on her mirror. She shadows the shapes of my mouth, but doesn't put her voice to my words.

My parents are worried about Grace. They think something's wrong with her - I know what it is. Grace knows, too, looking at me, looking through the glare in the mirror. Everything about her is wrong. I could fix her, if she would let me.

Solid, measured knocks. "Gracie?"

"Yeah?" She pulls her braids back to look at her shoulders uncovered. The angle of her jaw. She is trying to see how it matches up to mine.

"Your mother and I are going to go to the mall. Do you want to come?"

I've never been a fan of the sweltering heat of a cracked-asphalt parking lot, nor the chill on my skin in a Macy's. Grace says, "Okay." But she only said that so that she can look away from me. She is a fool. I can be found in anything that can reflect. I watch her in the windows, in silver lockets, in the mirrors she models new boots in. She parades about like a wind-up toy, a ballerina in a music box. Her mother hands her new skirts for the new school year, button-up blouses, low-cut but not whorish, and modest stockings.

The dressing rooms are hidden in the corner, neatly separated by two icons of triangles - one upside and one downside. I follow her to the wrong one, the wrong stall. It's cramped and ill-fitting, somewhat like a body. Grace tries her best to avoid me still. It's a valiant effort, I'll give her that much. But at some point, in a few minutes, maybe, she'll have to turn around and face me.

Grace takes off her tanktop like the accused pushing off concrete slabs. She hisses with impatience at the clasp of her bra and its stubborn claws in her skin, throws it on the bench with more violence than is necessary. Branded into her back it remains, aching, smoking. Cramped and ill-fitting. She itches at it like the fabric is stuck in her, like it still remains subcutaneously and she could pull it away finally, permanently, if she also removed the skin. Her nails are well cared for, and so, won't do the job. I smile at the sound of her bent elbows.

Her pants go too, her keys squeezing free of the claustrophobic pockets and diving with raucous applause to the floor. Her phone is in her purse, because the back pockets are only decorative. Grace doesn't curse. Her words are never ugly. Instead, her lips bend into the shape of: "shit", and then she bends and picks up the keyring. It is unadorned. Why should it be anything else? A key only has one purpose.

For a moment we stand there together, Grace's back to me, my back not quite to hers. She is hesitating, stretching out the moment between one set of clothes and the next. The blouse is slippery and coarse in texture, sends spider legs running over her back. The skirt is of good quality, but takes up in the back, so she is afraid to bend. No pockets.

I ask her if I can see it. She stares at the off-white wall in silence, and then she turns.

"Oh, no, Gracie. That won't do at all." I tell her. "That thing isn't even fit to be a tablecloth. It's see-through, it's itchy on my ribs. It's pushing my skin too close to my bones, the points of my ribs poking at my lungs. It's like a coffin leaking air, sighing its way into the ground." 

Her breath hitches. "I don't know what's wrong with me." She's saying to herself, to the mirror, to me. I make a sound - in my mouth it is sympathetic, but in hers it is animal, pained, cornered.

[tombware]

seeing like a mini debate about ast*rion vs daer*n ar*ndae in regards of quality and i might be specifically seeing only one sides opinion because. i do not think Mr. D is more compelling. ultimately i think theyre quite different as well so idfk

[alivehouse]

This is going to sound weird, but.

You've been David-posting a lot the past few days and I got curious enough to finally check it out, but I thought that I wouldn't Actually listen to it anyway because Spotify doesn't let me to listen to any podcasts (I presume, because I forcefully downgraded to actually make it work in my laptop, that was a whole thing).

Lo and behold - the podcast started playing like nothing was ever wrong.

Guess I'm trying to listen to it tomorrow at work.

yayyyy get ready to meet the soggiest british man ever

[tinylilvalery]

Romanticising your life/yourself is such a lifehack honestly. Fuckn add poetic meaning to whatever shit you want, it'll make everything so much better.