#silent reflection

[djkerr]

The Pitt 01x14 8:00 P.M.

the moment of silent reflection:

THE PITT ↠ 1.14 8:00 P.M.

[pietropazziphotography]

The sky deepens, bleeding color into the waiting sea. A final burst of fire before night swallows the horizon.

There’s a weight in this light, a heaviness in the way it lingers. It doesn’t fade—it sinks, like a dream dissolving just before waking.

Some sunsets aren’t just seen. They are felt, pulling you inward, drowning you in their glow.

Visit my portfolio for more images that tell a story. Reblog if this sky speaks to you.

[2basaint]

Silent Day

A day of silent reflectionFills the breath I takeOxygen forms a connectionLoving all for Christ’s sakeInto His kingdom I escape. Beyond a mental ascent,But act when my heart aches,To bring relief to torment,To rescue neighbors from descent. I enter through Reconciliation,From reality’s lament,His kingdom waits in anticipation. Today is a day of profound reflection,awaiting Sunday’s miraculous…

[idontmindifuforgetme]

lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.

[kiyrian]

Gustave would choose Verso's ending. Maybe because he's been in some way modeled after real Verso, the same way Painted!Verso was. Maybe because that's just how love works.

When Gustave wants to find Maelle after the beach he speaks about bringing her home. Lune tells him it was her decision to come. She swore the same oath. She pressures him about the future of Lumiere being more important than one life.

And what do we get in our endings? Either the end of Lumiere that pushes Mealle to grow and hopefully live her life outside of the paiting. Or the survival of Lumiere, based on trapping her in unprocessed guilt over the death of her brother.

I really liked a comparison made in Jacob Geller's video about Expedition 33 between Maelle's ending and "The ones who walk away from Omelas" with Verso being the child stuck in the basement - his conscious suffering the price of happiness of everyone. But Maelle isn't getting a happy ending either. She too is stuck pushing her brother to play a role he doesn't want, stuck in a manipulative role that rings hollow as people she truly loves gather around her.

Gustave wouldn't want that for his sister. Never in a million years. He never answers if he believes in the priority of the mission but we know. We know what or who he dies for.

[unit-ssn0va]

[room-208]

are you taping again?

silent hill 2 remake

[primonizuto]

You'll make a fine actor, then. INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2x03, No Pain)

[bredforloyalty]

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[steven-myself]

Art Deco - Wilfred Wong by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine

[asgoodeasgold]

Reflections Part 2/3

"Carl took a step towards the mirror and ran one finger along his temple where the bullet had grazed his head. The wound had healed, but the scar was clearly visible under his hair, if anyone cared to look. But who the hell would want to do that? he thought as he studied his face. It was obvious now that he had changed. The furrows around his mouth were deeper, the shadows under his eyes were darker, and his expression showed a profound indifference. Carl Mørck was no longer himself, the experienced criminal detective who lived and breathed for his work. No longer the tall, elegant man from Jutland who caused eyebrows to raise and lips to part. And what the hell did it matter anyway?"

This is the opening line of "Mercy", Book 1 of Department Q by Jussi Adler-Olsen. I hope this will also be the first frame of Netflix Department Q series, what a wonderfully cinematic way it would be of meeting Carl!

This has inspired me to look back at Matthew Goode and his reflections.

📷 My edits from Silent Night (2021), Brideshead Revisited (2008), A Discovery of Witches (2022) s3:05, Birthmarked (2018) and Burning Man (2011) production still (via matthew-goode.net). Picture of Carl Department Q BTS by Noreen Stewart on FB.

Link to Part 1

[pietropazziphotography]

Shadows of Closure” — A hauntingly beautiful interplay of texture, light, and quiet contemplation. This fine art photograph speaks to the beauty of endings and the whispers of beginnings, inviting you to linger in its mystery.

• #TexturedStories #SilentReflection #ShadowsOfClosure #WallArtDecor #PietroPazzi

[moonchild-in-blue]

The difference in tone between Emergence and the other two singles is so jarring when you listen to them back to back. On one second you're ascending to the 9th realm with Miss Gabi Rose's sax solo, on the other you're clutching your chest on the floor like a wounded animal of prey. Fun stuff.

[real-minnesota-state]

I'm feeling sleepy so let me tell you a story.

Let me tell you about fairies.

There are 3 rules:

1: NEVER, and i mean NEVER, go out without a way home. If you don't pay attention to the trail, it will change. Don't go to the lights in the wood, they are not home. Keep the track home and tred lightly.

2: always ask their names. Never ask for favours. I learned this when I was young, first with spirits and then the fae. They give away blessings to those that ask for them. You must be corteous- say hello, say goodnight. Ask their name and their story. If they tell it, do not leave before they finish.

3: never leave the connection open. If you open a gate, shut it. If you greet them, say goodbye. If you ask, you must thank, and if they give a name you must return one. If you break a fairy circle, fix it with plucked dandelions and inkcaps before they can find you. Flower crowns left on branches make good gifts, and so do leftover local fruit. Pick up litter, but leave something natural to replace it.

After the rules, there comes simple things you need to know. The fairies in my town liked inkcaps the best. I grew up in a Minnesota town full of cliffs, wood, and running water. The places fae love and hate. Always greet the shadow figures- they are not fae, but they are friends. If you have other people around, don't say a word. Just because you can see them doesn't mean the others can.

The fae are for more human in this day. They aren't monsters anymore. They are the deer hunters with leather gloves separating them from the iron. They are the children with missing fingers from old mousetraps. They are the little boys sitting in rings of dandelions with too many teeth missing. They are not monstrous, do not treat them as such.

Some will call them unholy. Their mirrors break. Some mock the spirits- I saw the burns from his possession. Some hurt those the fae like, and the dandelions wilt a bit faster in their hands. I see them the most in November and March- the footsteps without start or end, the boots without a brand on the bottom. They like the snowbanks that are melting. The fae can feel the mushrooms beneath.

You do not insult the fae. A Fairy tree is a fairy tree, and I grew up with plenty. Now that I think about it, I met many fae. Most taught me songs while we sat in fairy trees. I learned things nobody else knew, and I learned songs before they came out. My mother called me a fairy, once. The church kicked her out a few months later. She resorted to calling me a devil instead.

One of the girls I met never gave me her name. I just called her evelyn. She taught me a nursery rhyme, one by her name. Her hair was in red ringlets. I told her my name, and she left after we found mushrooms beneath the slide. I got rid of those mushrooms. At the same park, I met many people. There was a vine that everyone used as a swing under one of the mulberry trees, and I never fell off. I used to climb up to a place only i could reach and swing- ironically, I was the shortest. Those kids didn't believe in fairies. They took more than they needed. Those ones forgot my name quickly. I think the fae were helping me get away.

Another time we were at the local school. Walking distance, far from anything related to spirits. You were more likely to find wasps than anything else. Someone else saw it first- a silhouette with glowing orange eyes. I called it out and waved. When the shadow shifted, everyone decided to leave. It rained before we could reach the mulberry swing, and I saw two more.

There was a fairy tree in my grandparents backyard. It connected my grandmother's garden and the birdbaths. I would always go through the tunnel it formed, but never saw anyone despite her garden leading directly into the street. I learned to stop going that way quickly, but i leave snacks there for the fae sometimes.

My town was haunted, but we could accept that. The fae were a dirty secret nobody could admit. Why, the fairy trees were just bad lawnwork! Not like the last person to try cutting it down broke his leg. They left everything so open and yet so dull. To an untrained eye, it was only a birdbox in the woods. To me, it was a closed fairy door.(You could see the iron nails and the horshoe charm on it.) To you, it was nothing special. To us, it was a gate we needed to close behind us.

There was many paths behind my school. We spent hours exploring them- but it was only thirty minutes, even though it had changed so much. The doorways changed how time worked. Fairy doorways always take something from you, and you need to go back through them in order to get it back. I never found a four-leaf clover in my life, but i still scoured it even before i knew they were lucky. Even before i knew clover revealed the fairies.

The snow melts slower where the fairies step. If you follow, they teach you how to balance. They teach you how to make your steps small and fast and delicate. They teach you how to make flower crowns and how to pick the wild strawberries. The fae teach you everything you taught them.

Don't get in their bad favours. Always wave back, and smile at the reflections. They love you. That doesn't mean they won't dish out consequences.

[remembertheplunge]

Gay Flag sticker on the car bumper

1/5/1994

Oh, the Lew of 1/5/1993 would not believe the Lew of today:

What would amaze Lew one year later?

—workout at the gym. Wilson tested me and will again April 4th.

#of push ups (30)

# of sit ups (40)

—waking up at 5am and going to bed around 9pm now routine…it’s not a shock to the system.

—noticing nice muscle development (in my) body wide—so are others.

—gay flag sticker on the car bumper

—it’s been a major adjustment inwards and toward the soul year

end of entry

Note: 4/29/2025

In 1993 and 1994 I was in my late 30's. Then, as now, in my late 60's, I wake up early and go to bed at 9pm or so. I hit the gym daily. My body still looks good I think. It's been over 30 years of adjustment inward and toward the soul.

But, one thing has changed dramatically since 1994. I would never put a gay flag bumper sticker on my car now. Not in this era of growing authoritarianism and or fascism. I'm afraid now that my car would be bashed on the road or parked somewhere.

So, the fact that I had a gay flag bumper sticker on my car bumper on January 5, 1994 speaks volumes for the liberalness of that time. I felt safe displaying the flag. My silent bumper now screams out the oppression of out times.

[imtheiliad]

whitaker and robby is actually so very underrated