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Brideshead Revisited (miniseries)- Always Summer
[image description: digital drawing showing Paul Matthews marching, lit by three blue spotlights. But glowing blue slime drips from his eyes, nose and mouth, and around his limbs are glowing blue strings, going straight up. Behind him, there are rows of empty seats and the large figure of Pokey/Pokotho, smiling with his arms raised, a mist seemingly coming from his hands as he looks on the puppet of Paul. End ID.]
oop he vibin’
Listen! The trumpet calls, it rings through the grave / Wake up, my child of suffering, take off your covering / Hurry to your Savior, death and time flee from him / And all suffering disappears into eternal salvation
The tomb of a pastor's wife and stillborn child in a church in Hindelbank, Switzerland, 1751, depicting their resurrection.
Ok first time posting in a while...just got something to say. DPR Ian’s “So Beautiful,” is a total hit. Omg I am literally floored by how much I love this song. It is hauntingly beautiful. I can’t praise the song enough. Christian Yu, you now have a new fangirl.
rapture, revisited / pierro ( genshin impact ) ( where people have a soul, you have a black pit. what name have you chosen for yourself? ) a/n: quote from pathologic ! how much of this is canon ? who knows . not me
i. BUT THE WORLD BEARS WITNESS TO FALSE RENEWALS & ABSOLUTION WHEN WE ARE TOO YOUNG, so you stand at the altar, gaze absent and knowing. you glance at the pedestals that threaten to crumble under the weight of ruin, wonder how long it will be until the cracks grow and grow until it all falls down and down and down. you tilt your head, wonder why there is the assumption of evil that resonates in the hearts of those too naive and oblivious to know what sin is. corruption does not fester in bright-eyed youth ; such temptations become present as the self unravels, grows with age.
( ah, but sin is such a fragile being, and even the devil succumbs to her, after all. )
ii. there is a harbinger at your side and statues of the divine before you. the paintings portrayed them as something else, something better, something more : lovely in their hues that have twisted into muddled colors of decay and deception. his stare remains unreadable : sharp. piercing. filled with quiet violence. it brews, weaves itself into the remnants of who he once was before they carved the humanity out and filled him with ruin.
your fingers twitch. oh, how they ache for blood.
iii. the first harbinger was not always like this. you recall the memories fondly, knowing you should dispose of them, just as you have everything else. how they exiled him so, threw him into limbo, ashamed.
how they cast him aside, made him into something you cannot always recognize. how the fragments of a former shell remain, and how you think that you can still piece them together, find forced solace in knowing that maybe there is something that still lies in the darkest parts of the heart.
he stills, understands the longing that fails to be hidden in your eyes. you exhale deeply, brows furrowed ever so. you take a step forward, maintain his gaze, afraid and courageous. gingerly, you cup his cheek, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone.
"tell me again," you whisper, voice shaky, spirit on the edge of break, "your name."
the jester holds his breath. a name does not mean anything ; to feel a longing for the past is a cowardly act in the face of tsaritsa, so he will pretend that such an innocent question will not drive the knife deeper into your intertwined souls.
"you know of it already." he pauses, holds himself to remain numb to the pain that will adorn your features. "pierro."
you smile. you break, force yourself to look away and swallow that lump in your throat. that is not his name, truly, and you both know this. but that's okay.
he is not the same person anymore, cast away in banishment, consumed entirely by the cryo archon.
your fingers twitch. you smile. your hand falls to your side. how warm your touch was, he mourns, and how cold it is now, without the blessing of you.
( OH, LOVE, HOW THEY ACHE FOR WHAT ONCE WAS. )
Everything about this song and MV is just indescribable, truly ✨️
It was just perfect and hauntingly beautiful 🥹 Thank you, IU + V 💜
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Alright, before the episode comes out tonight and destroys all of our hopeful theories: Here’s the beginning of a song I’ve begun to create for this season of Dimension 20. I don’t really want to write more until I have more to work with, but this bit wouldn’t leave me be.
I think the first bit is for the first verse, but I haven’t decided yet if the ‘no place’ bit is a chorus or a bridge. I’ve also got a bit of lyric floating around that goes, “Shall we start again, or write something new? What’s a fairytale to do?” but I’ve got no clue where that goes yet.
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
The countdown clock has begun to tick
Wind it back, wind it back, wind it back…
This is no place for a Prince or for a Princess
No place for you or me to be
No place now that the world has gone to shadow
No way that this can end happily
I see her everywhere, lingering just out of sight, haunting the halls. Her laugh echoes with the wind, relentless. No matter how fast I run or how far I go, she’s always there, watching me. The sun's warmth reminds me of her touch—comforting and burning. I try to forget, but she’s everywhere: in the green of the grass, the scent of my tea, the faint notes of her piano. Her voice—sweet, melodic—keeps singing our song, over and over. I just want to be alone. Why won’t she leave me alone?
Interlaced
Fragmented Visions
Astray from an external focus
Gripping on to the last sensation
Tight laced
Delirium
The delicate damsel
Further breathless
Restricted
And
Grey
I love violets, they grow in the shade.
The parts of the world I’m familiar with. 
Corpse Bride
Tim Burton is a Genius and this movie is brilliant. I just can't stop admiring Tim Burton's talent of mixing horror with other genres. This story will haunt me for the rest of my life. I love stop-motion, the art and direction of this film is beautiful. I know we all wanted a different ending but the actual ending is so real it makes the story feel more genuine.
All the characters are beautiful. 🧟♀️🥀Tho I don't know much about the colour theory but the environment is too sad and depressing for me, all the greys and blues of life and death really complement each other, which I think is perfect. (Oh, a bit of green and purple)
Cinematography is really well done. The songs are catchy and the music is just magical. I'm really obsessed with the piano duet btw🥹
Overall, this is a great movie, a must watch. I'll probably watch this movie million more times.
🌟4/5
