rewatching lotr, as you do, but there's something hitting about Isildur getting killed by three arrows (to the back) while abandoning his men versus Boromir getting killed by three arrows (to the chest) while doing everything to save Merry and Pippin and the influence of the ring over men, idk but my heart did a thing when i noticed it :(
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^ Kiriona waiting in the barracks on New Rho for Harrow to come kiss her awake
she tasted like toothpaste!!!!! Kiriona was so ready. RIP she got Nona instead.
a Tower Prince, indeed.
Harrow, COME GET YOUR GIRL, SHE'S WAITING FOR YOUR KISS
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so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable
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sometimes you think about how you can feel your pulse through your hips. you know cognitively that your femoral artery runs through your thigh - but how often does one reach for the legs when reaching for the heart?
when you were younger you used to picture the worst of you being bottled behind a stone-and-iron door. almost like something from a tv show or a book. it would slip mist over any gap you left open, pushing you towards an opening like a grave. you would check, obsessively, none of it had escaped. come back at night to shore up the walls. know it was only a matter of time before you turned your head and that thing would come out instead.
how ugly to ooze through your life, a mucus trail of depression. your anxiety seeping, spraypaint through styrofoam, melting your relationships. whenever you try to scoop up the pieces of your life, you find they turn into gelatin.
it is easier to coax yourself into a tight container. stretch the canvas over a different frame. force your body into a sculpture by a different artist. like this, you are funny and lighthearted. like this, your anger can be defanged.
like this, the panic attacks only belong to the night. they belong to that same animal handler you raised so long ago - her tired feet pacing your horrible little menagerie of ever-growing danger zones. you don't look the mirror in the eyes anymore - you see that ghost you captured so long ago; and she is hungry.
oh, you're tender in the daylight. it's all hard-won.
one day you will run out of things to feed the beast. one day it will scratch itself free. and oh god, what you'll lose, once it finally starts to run.
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"cristo de san juan de la cruz" by salvador dalí (1951) // "jesus christ superstar" (2000)
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Can we talk about how Naomi sings a whole song about wanting to be “someone special” and then in Norberg Peace Prize, Princess Chloe tells Gabe that he should share the Norberg Lights with “someone special” and he shares them with Naomi?!
Yes, I realize that "Something Special" is Naomi's "I want" song and about how she wants to prove herself (setting up her great character arc), so she didn't mean it like that, but…it’s the exact same wording.
She is “someone special” to him. I’m gonna cry 😭😭💖💖
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'e vvote ce cercamme pe' ssempe
E ce perdimme dint' 'a nniente
'E vvote ce cercamme pe' ssempe
E ce perdimme rint' 'a nniente
A' ciorta gira comme o' viento
E nun ce lasse maje sta quiete
Comme me ne jesse aret' - 'o sciore e 'o viento, foja
Sometimes we spend an eternity looking for each other
and we lose each other in no time
Fortune turns like the wind
and it never leaves us be
How I would like to go back! https://lyricstranslate.com
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