#microexpressions my beloved

[faithinlouisfuture]

LANDO NORRIS - POST QUALI (MIAMI GP 2025)

[furiroad]

👀

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

There!

There! He is!!!

My Blue Eyed Boy!!

My Beautiful!!

Beloved!!

& Perpetually Confused!! Blue Eyed Boy!!

[technitango]

"He related to me so much that... I was a bit flustered. I've never experienced that before."

fatima aamer bilal // chen chen // georges bataille // kristina haynes // sk osborn

[jtownraindancer]

Ace's TURИ For Burn Rewatch: Who By Fire

[thegirlbehindthegasmask]

Infelice by Stevie Smith

[wildsaltair]

hello lovely man 💕

[balrogballs]

EVERY DAMN DAY IT IS THE BIRDSONG OF MY MORNINGS AND THE MOONLIGHT OF MY NIGHTS

you ever think of elrond's face as he watches Arwen go to Aragorn at the end of rotk and just cry?

[faithinlouisfuture]

LANDO NORRIS - POST FP 1&2 (IMOLA GP 2025)

[callmecrazy4u2]

Aventurine x Reader x Sunday

My Jewel, My Dove

Aventurine x Reader: My Treasured Jewel

The Mask of Dove cracked to reveal reflective hypnotic avign eyes. Identical to Aventurine's Own. Aventurine blinked or did he miss it. He had to find out if he was the last one or if she survived...

The voice was so similar and the mannerisms while singing reminiscent of her teasing ways in childhood. Aventurine followed her off the side of the stage to the cloakroom where her suite was . Using his luck to slip past guards.

After all nothing ventured nothing gained.

---6 System hours Earlier the Morning of the Performance--

Sunday stood hand clasped behind his back as the morning light shone making him look angelic and lit up in light compared to Dove sitting in the shadows tapping the clothed table in the opulent room.

"There is an intruder from the ipc. An Avign like you" Sunday cast his gaze to drink in every microexpression. A pin could drop in the silence as she struggled to keep her expression neutral. No weakness could be shown to the oak family head.

"So, I'm loyal to the family. " Dove stated even as his pulse beat fast another like her survived? It couldn't be, could it? But she remained expressionless in front of the assessing Sunday

"Indeed, I trust you like family after all. But with Eobin gone I've been bit uneasy you understand" smoothly put Sunday a rare moment of weakness as he furrowed his brows his wings drooping slightly in distress.

"Have we found any clues yet?" Dove pursed her lips mirroring his distress tracing the rim of her drink contemplative.

Unfortunately not enough yet but the Ipc is the prime suspect " sighed Sunday as he approached Darling and took her hand in his own.

"I understand I'll do anything to get robin back" Dove promised affection for the fellow singer who was like sister catching in her heart.

"Meet him, and see what you can get out of him about the IPC plans. I'll prepare the perfect stage you merely need to sing and meet with him afterwards" eyes caught in his own as he slid a

"Of course i'll do as you say I'm your dove after all" she smiled sweetly a promise she meant at the time. For her family she would do anything.

To cover up any mistake or hesitation that must have shown through her eyes. Dove leaned forward and planted a kiss on Sunday's cheek like old times when they were children.

Now her hands shook underneath her salon vanity mirror, as she awaited the IPC rep, Aventurine. She had been shocked seeing him recognizing he childhood crush and friend. Her resolve wavered seeing in the crowd when seeing his photo that day with sunday even as she spoke the words.

but what if she was caught between two families?

---

"Excuse me miss can I come in"

The past had come back to haunt her and she did not know if she could turn her back when it was battering at her stage door. Time to face reality the play on the stage as dove was over wasn't it?

"Come In"

The play would start again like old times but could she keep up her mask in the face of reality?

-

Sunday Past Side : My Precious Dove

Sunday who constructs a dream world to keep the memory of his dead beloved alive . The "harmony dove" who he failed to protect a fellow war orphan a rare avign sent to the prison planet penacony.

"Sunday, Robin come greet our newest family member " Another war orphan brought in by Gopher Wood to protect their small group of refugees on penacony with nowhere els to go on the prison planet.

"Its nice to meet you" robin greeted with curtsy

"Robin is a pretty name " complimented the hesitant child unsure how to reciprocate tripping over trying to do a bow and curtsy at once in imitation of them.

"Thank you so whats yours?"Robin inquired

The clumsy sweetness and wariness of the innocent child reminded Sunday of the birds he so loved. Eyes warry and hunted but still unable to sit still shifting arkwardlyfrom foot to foot under the assessing gazezs of Sunday and gopher wood.

"You remind me of the charmony doves" hummed Sunday fresh from he loss of their pet and seeing in her the innocent fragile bird that had fallen. A comment that made Robin smile fall and eyes turn wary at her brothers strange comparison given they had buried the bird not long ago.

"I wish, the charmony doves are so pretty but I'm like plain ol pigeon with these eyes" not noticing the stranger took it as compliment tapping near her eyes derisively with joyless smile.

"Oh your eyes are so pretty! They are like jewels" fascinated Robin complimented clasping her hands.

"Now I want you children to get along your all family now" put in Gppher wood sternly "I want you to be part of the family"

"Yes be our sister" Robin cheered taking her hand in her own "Want to play theater with us?

"Play pretend I can do that" shly nodded she joined robin on makeshift made up stage.

"Do it enough and happiness will become real. "

I promise I'll bring happiness harmony and peace back again. Sunday promised silently to himself watching the two girls play and playing his role dutifully as the admiring audience

[sentientsky]

💗💗💗💗

(on a side note)

amazing 10/10. and also. like, feel free to unleash the full power of gomens analysis angst upon us 👀

hey @nightingalecottage what the fuck

(link to their original post. go follow them for more heart-wrenching emotional damage)

[akkpipitphattana]

I just need to brag for a second and, as a fellow connoisseur of the Dramatic Stylings of Mr Kanaphan, I thought you'd get it - I've been watching reactions to ep 5 and nobody clocks that the phone call is fake until they actually see Kant outside the assassin's lair (well, a couple started wondering after Fadel's line about him finally being trustworthy followed by Style looking shifty!). But I knew before he even answered the call, all thanks to yet another tiny but fantastic moment of First Face Acting: there's a split second before he picks up where you see him look up from the phone with a sort of 'oh fuck' expression, which would make sense if it was someone like the Captain calling, but then by the time he answers he's back to normal, and it's (theoretically) Babe, so why would he have made that expression upon seeing his beloved younger bro calling? Unless it's not so much an 'oh fuck' but a 'fuck, here we go', cos the game is now on. And then that's just compounded by the exaggerated 'Huh??' he lets out, because no way that's First acting shocked - it's so OTT! That is First acting Kant acting shocked, and we all know by now that Kant is no First. And just the entire conversation after he hangs up - it's so fake! It's so Kant! The whole 'oh I couldn't possibly spoil your fun. No, I will go alone like the long-suffering martyr that I am' - said the lying liar who lies! (even if the long-suffering martyr thing actually is true - ooo yet another example of him only being able to pull off lies based in truths! Plus I would kinda love it if Kant deliberately used the younger bro in peril sob story to tug at Fadel's heartstrings, even though I think it was prob just a convenient excuse - two birds with one stone though I guess!). Sorry, this got away from me! Point is: First is amazing and he's doing SO MUCH with this role, bringing SO MUCH nuance to the table - the least we viewers can do is try and pick up what he's putting down instead of...well, let's just say I agree wholeheartedly with your impulse to take Kant away from an undeserving audience!

And PLEASE do a deep dive into the Fadel=Kant thing because yes! I was just thinking bout all the Fadel meta re. why he folded so fast and so thoroughly - years of repression etc. - and how that will most likely apply to Kant too: once he gives up the 'I'm an unfeeling mission-oriented' ghost, and resigns himself to the fact he's in love, he's gonna be sooooooooooo gone! He's gonna be the most unbearably sappy lovesick romantic loser in the whole show! And for the exact same reason - because he's spent so long denying himself. They are the same person! It's just the wrapping that's different - Kant's all glitzy gold foil with velvety ribbon flourishes while Fadel is recycled black Kraft paper, but once you tear it all off you get the same present underneath: a protective, self-sacrificing orphaned older brother trapped in a toxic and coercive dynamic with an authority figure, armed with an array of failing defense mechanisms (e.g. Fadel's coldness, Kant's dishonesty), and undone by a penchant for unhinged chaos gremlins. I hope they're reluctant bffs by the end of the show!

oh yes yes yes on the call front i was so shocked people were genuinely believing that cause i literally said in my liveblog i clocked he was lying from the exaggerated “huh??” - the points about his face right before the call too is great, like first is doing SUCH an incredible job showcasing when kant is being genuine vs when he’s lying through his teeth. and it’s like okay, i get not everyone is good at picking up on nuances and microexpressions and what not but with kant it’s not even about the small things because again he’s a BAD LIAR! first makes it so so obvious for us what kant is feeling at any given moment because it’s obviously written on his face even when he’s trying to lie. that’s why his lies that aren’t really lies work the best, because there is truth to it!

god genuinely kant is such a FASCINATING character and first is doing such an incredible job portraying him in all his nuances. and i absolutely do plan to do a deep dive into all the ways fadel and kant are exactly the same especially cause it’s crazy how different the audience reaction is to them both when again, they’re very, VERY similar characters. your description of them is honestly perfect because while their packaging may be different, it’s all the same underneath. and like bison already has kant completely wrapped around his finger, style even pointed it out, so it’s gonna be beautiful to see when he can truly allow himself to feel everything for bison :)

[lu-sn]

if you're still taking prompts, I'd love to hear you talk about Macau seeing through Pete at times when no one else does

PETE AND MACAU MY BELOVEDS!!!

the nice thing about macau is that he's in the mafia and related to vegas and therefore very accustomed to weird mafia shenanigans -- but he's also, like, normal. (relatively speaking.) so he sees pete get up to just-deranged-mafia!things and none of it even registers, but that also means he can cut through all of that mess to pick up on some of the more, ah, normal problems that pete has.

(vegas is not nearly as good at this as macau, because vegas is not normal in the slightest.)

for example. pete doesn't... make choices? he does when he really needs to (e.g. when the alternative is literally killing himself) but he's generally content to be handed things instead of choosing them. for instance, i don't think we ever saw him choose an item of food to eat in canon.

vegas knows this and has probably decided it will be his life mission to deduce exactly what food pete wants at every moment in pete's day without so much as a peep from pete. he will make pete taste-test everything under the sun and will analyze the most minute of pete's microexpressions to death, and then he'll add a pinch of lemongrass and try again. it's a point of pride for him to guess what pete wants correctly and then provide it.

macau, on the other hand, listens to pete go "we can go eat wherever you want, macau," and "i'm happy with whatever you order" for the fifteenth time and goes "dude. you're allowed to say you want something, you know."

(pete immediately bluescreens.)

macau examines him for a bit and then goes, much slower this time, "you're allowed to want things. it's, like, healthy, bro."

idk! i just have the feeling that macau has an uncanny ability to point at a particularly funky peteism and go "phi why are you like this. you really don't gotta be like this." and pete has Never Considered These Things Before, Ever.

macau is going to catch pete deflecting and retort with a "we're talking about you right now, not me." and he's going to watch pete bow and fake-smile at a bitchy authority figure and say "you can just tell him to fuck off, you know. you don't have to put up with that shit."

other people see pete doing these things and it doesn't even process for them as something odd. vegas knows it's odd, and sometimes can't figure out exactly why, and will definitely waffle about getting pete to talk about it. but macau is going to spotlight pete's issues with no remorse. he's gonna look pete in the eye like the blunt teenager he is and say, do you know you're human, too?

[sanguinarysanguinity]

Would love to hear about 8, 9, 17, & 18 :)

8. Tell us your shortest and longest titles of all time

I already did this for fics, so this time I'll do it for vids:

Hero

Something Good (Will Come From That)

9. The two fandoms you’ve written the most have been suddenly crossed with each other! What AU are you writing?

I already did this for Hornblower and Elementary, so let's do it with my next two most-written fandoms: ACD Holmes and The Flight of the Heron. Once again, we have a gap of over a century to span…

The obvious Jacobite mystery that needs solving is whatever happened to the Loch Arkaig Treasure. (Is this crossover going to be hugely reminiscient of The Musgrave Ritual? Yes, it is. Doyle freely recycled his own plots when he needed cash; he can hardly throw stones at me about it.) Archie Cameron was on the hunt for the treasure at the time of The Gleam in the North, which means that it was possible that during the events of that novel, Ewen Cameron came to be the protector of the secret, or even of the gold itself.

Now, Walter Scott was researching all this in the 1890s (c.f. Pickle the Spy), so this is exactly the kind of ripped-from-the-headlines thing that Doyle loved…

Obviously Holmes is called in by the current laird of Ardroy to solve… a death? a disappearance? While there, he discovers the same evidence that his dead/disappeared predecessor did: family documents eulogizing a redcoat who had befriended and saved the then-laird during the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745, documents which go on to name this redcoat as the protector of the family's honour. In fact, on interviewing the current laird, there is extensive family lore about this man, with each Cameron generation, father to son, sternly charged with caring for his grave -- which is on Ardroy land, but not in the family graveyard, Major Windham not having been Episcopalian like the rest of the family. The family lore is very clear that this is a solemn responsibility, for in tending to Major Windham's grave, they are tending to Ardroy's honour…

Holmes has the same insight that his dead/disappeared predecessor did, that Ardroy's honour is not just the current laird's responsibility to an ancestor's debts to a beloved friend, but the Cameron responsibility to all the Jacobite clans as protector of the Loch Arkaig Gold. Holmes reveals that when Ewen Cameron moved his friend's grave from Morar to Ardroy in 1754, he used the event to cover his retrieval and secreting of the Loch Arkaig gold -- in fact, Major Windham's grave physically guards the gold's hiding place. (Insert some clever contrivance here, so that Keith's bones don't have to be disturbed to retrieve the gold.)

…of course, actually recovering the gold will cause a host of headaches for the current laird of Ardroy (and the current Lochiel!), but Holmes, victorious, swans off as he always does, unencumbered by other people's problems, the end.

17. When you get a new fic idea, what does that look like in your mind? Does it play out like a film? Do you imagine lines of dialogue or a certain moment? Does a character just sit there staring at you?

At most a looping gif, but a piece of fanart: some key moment of premise or resolution or punchline that begs to be expanded upon.

btw (and this question puts me in mind of it): I have a theory that writing has become much more 'visual' than it used to be, and especially so in fandom/fic circles. Fic has such an emphasis on conveying non-verbal language and microexpressions of the characters, where older fiction often just… doesn't. At all. Not even a little bit. I suspect that over the last century, film and especially TV has very much changed the narrative imagination, so that for many writers nowadays, writing is describing a film in their head. When I read a lot of older fiction, I don't get that same impression of a film rolling in the author's head that they're simply describing, do you?

18. If you have noticed themes emerging in your writing, what are they? What broad themes and topics do you enjoy exploring?

Flawed and damaged people doing their level best by each other. Trying not to wound those they love, even by inaction; trying to live up to the honour of the respect and affection they're given. There's nothing you can do to deserve that respect and affection; whether it comes to you is chance, luck, a bolt out of the blue. But you can still do your level best to make sure the person bestowing it on you never comes to regret having done so.

Also, people scrabbling together lives that are worth living, even in the face of everything. Survivors, and more than survivors: people determined to spit in fate's eye by finding a way to snatch joy and meaning from life.

[jtownraindancer]

Ace's TURИ for Burn Rewatch: Against Thy Neighbor

[mostlyjustgoose]

just a quick thing about the finale news.

the montage of a family’s plan to oust a housekeeper from her job, often referred to as a “perfect scene” in the Oscar-winning film Parasite, is approximately four and a half minutes long.

the sequence in Casablanca of Victor Lazslo and the other refugees striking up the band in Rick’s cafe to play the Marseillaise and drown out the Nazis singing? one of the most memorable and strangely timeless scenes in an incredibly solid film? Two and a half minutes long.

Re-Animator, a film beloved both by horror hounds at large and fairly specifically by transmascs on tumblr (a population I proudly count myself as belonging to)? 86 minutes long.

James Whale’s Frankenstein? 70 minutes on the dot. Primer, a time travel movie so dense there are multiple charts online untangling the timelines depicted? 77 minutes. My Neighbor Totoro? same length as Re-Animator.

add on to that the fact that we’ve got two of the greatest actors of their generation (one of whom I regularly see tagged/described as The Microexpressions Guy), a phenomenally expressive composer scoring, and a whole lot of passionate folks involved in production design.

what I’m saying is, please leave yourself open to the idea that you might be surprised at how much story and emotion can fit inside of 90 minutes. I am also grieving that it won’t be longer, but considering the length of so many other great films and powerful sequences… there’s space for something wonderful there.