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unreal unearth truly is the album of all time. the recontextualisation of the divine comedy to partly become criticism of today’s capitalism, colonialism and warfare, and to partly become a telling of your unhappy love story. It’s perfection.

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I like Wuthering Heights because it basically says, "Yeah, you can have a soul mate. But he's basically the worst. That says a lot about you." Like all the other soul mate shit presents the idea that you have your perfect other half. Nuh uh. Your other half is gonna be exactly as rotten as you. And it's gonna piss you off. Seeing all your worst flaws up close and personal ain't so nice now, is it?

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My main takeaway from Ballerina is that I would like to be squeezed between John Wick's strong thighs, please and thank you.

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on icarus.

(Attributed to Oscar Wilde//Sigmund Freud- Interpretation of Dreams//@meanwhilepoetry//Herbert James Draper- Lament for Icarus//Joseph Campbell//Hozier- Sunlight//Rainer Maria Rilke- The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge//Mary Oliver- The Sun//Vincent Van Gogh- The Sower//Matthew Ward- The Collected Stories//Florence and The Machine- Falling//Billy Collins- The Art of Drowning//Renè Milot- The Fall of Icarus//Hozier- I,Carrion (Icarrian)//Virginia Woolf- The Waves//J. Bengt- Icarus Flew//??)

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Slight Ballerina spoilers below the cut!

The fact that John Wick no doubt saw himself in Eve, that rage and grief, that need for vengeance on those who took someone she loved from her, and the way Eve no doubt saw herself in Ella, a scared kid who had no idea what was going on, who watched her father be brutalized in front of her, who was almost spirited away to a horrible fate. I love how it all circles one another in this ouroboros of connection.

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Eve is stronger than me because if i was right there in the middle of John's thighs and he was trying so hard to not kill me and begging for me to leave i would go

If he'd come with me off course

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It is repeatedly emphasized in the show that the process of minining kalkite is invasive and risks destroying Ghorman’s biosphere, that the Empire had sought other options before committing to strip mining Ghorman, and that because Ghorman is a prominent Colonies world it would take time to turn public opinion against the Ghor - multiple years! - before they could begin. The entire point is that fascists can’t simply leave well enough alone - to get what they want they will eagerly manufacture consent for genocide. The Empire carefully manages public opinion to spin the massacre as a years-long terrorist uprising being put down, and it’s only Mon Mothma’s speech in the Senate that is able to blow a hole in that narrative.

This is just basic basic basic narrative analysis, but unfortunately we are dealing with Star Wars fans so that is not in their toolbox

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Syril realizing everything he's done has lead to this, to the slaughter of innocents. He seems remorseful. Until he sees Cassian, the man he's been hunting. And he attacks him, beats him, nearly kills him.

And then Cassian asks who he is. And Syril realizes that this hunt was pointless too.

And then he gets shot in the head.

What a fucking ending.

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extraordinarily put.

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I am hopeful that those of you who know me will vouch for my credibility in the days to come. I stand this morning with a difficult message... ANDOR | 2.09

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I didn’t like the baby reveal ending at first but I started thinking about kleya and suddenly it hits a lot harder and I get it now. it seems a bit cheap on its own maybe, but if you think about the baby as a mirror to kleya it’s really more impactful I feel. we only just found out that luthen and kleya had a father-daughter relationship—that was a baby reveal in its own way—right at the moment of luthen’s death. he really did sacrifice everything (except kleya!) for this rebellion, and he will never see the sunrise, but she will. she’ll know it was all worth it. and she’ll be free. the bix/cassian baby reveal works the same way. right at the moment he’s heading off on the path to his final mission, one that will be instrumental in bringing about that sunrise, one we know he’ll never come back from, we see bix, and their baby, who will not only live to see that sunrise, but will probably not even have any memories of a time before it came. that’s what it’s all for. that’s why all these sacrifices matter. everyone vel and cassian toasted to, and the ones who survived too, like kleya and bix, vel and mon etc. that’s why they’re heroes. so no one else has to be. so others can just live

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Andor Appreciation Day 2 - Everyone Has Their Own Rebellion

@andorappreciation

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wait kids need ai to make their favorite characters talk??? they can't just do that in their heads normal style?? what happened to making your favorite characters kiss by making little videos in your head and projecting it into your psyche cinema style before bedtime

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protective!boyfriend!joel headcanon

joel doesn’t say “i love you” much. he shows it. he’ll fix a broken chair before you even notice it’s loose. he throws his jacket over your shoulders when the air turns cold, even if you said you’re fine. he watches you sleep sometimes—not because he’s restless, but because you bring him the kind of peace he doesn’t know how to hold on to.

he’s always between you and the world. his body reacts before his brain does. loud noises, strangers staring, even a shift in the wind—he’s already in front of you. like a wall. like a shield. like you’re his entire world and he’s the last man keeping it standing.

whether it’s a bar, or someone’s home, joel always knows where the exits are. he positions himself between you and the door. it’s automatic. his body blocks yours from open space, just in case. he doesn’t explain it. just does it. like some part of him will never stop scanning for danger.

he carries things 'just in case. bandaids. painkillers. your favorite snacks. a pocketknife. his pack always has something for you. not because you asked—but because he thought ahead. because he noticed. when you ask about it, he just shrugs. “figured you might need it.” his kind of love is the planning kind. the survival kind. the i thought about you before you thought about yourself kind.

joel doesn’t nag. he doesn’t say “don’t do this” or “watch out”. he just moves. he reaches out when you trip. he pulls you back before you hit your head. he slows down his pace when you're tired, without saying a word. his hands are always near. not overbearing. just there. steady. waiting. ready.

there’s a reverence in the way joel looks at you when you’re focused, relaxed, unaware. he lets himself watch. like he’s memorizing the way the light hits your face. like he’s cataloging every part of you in case the world tries to take you from him.

and you love every part of it.