Our HEARTS we have sold,
along with our SOULS,
But hey baby, take a good look,
WE HAVE IT ALL.
it’s finally here!
i can’t describe how proud and excited i am to share this video with you. it’s been in the works for over a year, and it’s taken multiple drafts, countless hours, and a LOT of meticulous tweaking to get to this point. it may not be perfect from a technical standpoint — i don’t claim to be a professional editor! — but i think it’s just good enough to convey my vision, and that’s all i really care about.
‘we have it all’ is such a special and important song to me, especially in connection with the stand. i’ve seen this specific montage play out in my head every single time i’ve listened to it, and now you can see it, too! i hope you enjoy watching it as much as i’ve enjoyed putting it all together.
( note: i’d recommend watching it in HD if possible. otherwise it may look crusty. 😭 )
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That part in Stephen King's The Stand where Nadine begs Larry to have sex with her because that would break the curse and Flagg wouldn't want her anymore if she wasnt a virgin;
...But make it Hellcheer!!!
...of course Eddie would help Chrissy out...(unlike Larry did in the Stand 😒)
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break myself into pieces (i hate myself so you could love me more)
fandom: The Stand (2020)
pov: second person, Nadine
word count: 348
warnings: mentions of Nadine's death, mentions of Harold's death, Nadine's fucked up storyline and her relationship with Flagg
summary: Since you were twelve, you thought of this as a fairytale dream. You absorbed each little piece of it, carried it with you as if your life relied on these pieces. As if these pieces kept you together, made you complete.
Oh, how wrong you were.
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A reflection of Nadine's losses.
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You’re not you anymore. Every ounce of you was stripped away in the dust of desert. And when Larry tells you to look at yourself, you finally see it. What he has done to you. No longer this living breathing being. Instead, you’re a sheer phantom, embodying what you've lost.
Humanity.
With the humanity that’s gone, you don’t feel your heart beat in your chest, under the bruised and broken skin, tangled in veins where the blood is absent. Emotions are void, your real emotions, hidden in this facade of euphoria to be his queen—because, really, that was all you wanted, wasn’t it? That’s why you let him control you, let him tell you what to do. That’s why you’re here, staring out the window at your torn self, several floors up.
You always knew that you were going to abandon Harold, since the bomb went off, since you left—Larry, Joe. You always knew that it was just going to be you. He only wanted you. You always knew that once you arrived in New Vegas, he was going to kill Harold. Might as well do it yourself.
His bike slid across the road, over the cement wall. A steep cliff lay on the other side.
You continued on your way, to the city he called you to. The city where you were meant to be. You didn’t make it there on your own. He found you first. Took you home, finally free, wanted, but an unaware shell of yourself. A shell. A husk. Merely a body for new life to feed on. You didn’t know. You didn’t know.
Since you were twelve, you thought of this as a fairytale dream. You absorbed each little piece of it, carried it with you as if your life relied on these pieces. As if these pieces kept you together, made you complete.
Oh, how wrong you were. Because this new life eats at you, devours you until you fall. You take this new life, his prince, with you, and you don’t come back. White now doused in red.
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