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𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 . 𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗕𝗔 . 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗕𝗔 .
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 . 𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗕𝗔 . 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗕𝗔 .

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A Brother Named Gethsemane, Natalie Diaz // Antigone in front of the Dead Polynices, Nikiforos Lytras
&. 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various dialogue prompts for all your medieval / fantasy / d&d inspired threads and aus! feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ i hope this raven finds you well… ❜
❛ you carry a sword, yet you are not a knight. ❜
❛ the gods must be angry. i sense a storm brewing. ❜
❛ there’s no place i’d rather be than by your side. ❜
❛ nobility is defined by what you do, not who you are. ❜
❛ i know how to keep my life and my crown. and i will. ❜
❛ well, i’m not a knight. not yet. ❜
❛ at least we’ll die with honor. ❜
❛ i’ve never seen a dragon before, what are they like? ❜
❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜
❛ of all the idiots in the realm, i’m trapped with you. ❜
❛ shed no tears for me. i will be back before you know it. ❜
❛ i’m sorry, but i’m to be married to someone else. ❜
❛ here’s a copper for your thoughts. and a silver not to tell them. ❜
❛ you humans are most amusing. ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ you were made to be ruled. ❜
❛ i will protect you. it is my duty, knight or not. ❜
❛ my kingdom is in danger. i’ve come to ask for your aid. ❜
❛ i’ve got a date with destiny, and it won’t end in a kiss. unfortunately. ❜
❛ keep your sword up and your back straight. ❜
❛ you’re asking me to commit treason. ❜
❛ you will make a fine ruler one day. ❜
❛ no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath. ❜
❛ you should see me in a crown. ❜
❛ bury me shallow, i will be back. ❜
❛ bard! play something a little more upbeat. ❜
❛ i warn you, i’ve been trained to kill since birth. ❜
❛ my magic is useless against them. i’ve never felt so powerless. ❜
❛ how can it be my destiny to protect someone who hates me? ❜
❛ i am at your mercy, your grace. ❜
❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜
❛ any man who must say ‘i am the king’ is no true king. ❜
❛ knights must prevail with steel and sinew alone. ❜
❛ impudent of you to assume i will meet a mortal end. ❜
❛ spare me the ‘i’ve come to slay you’ speech and let’s get on with it. ❜
❛ it is my duty to protect the last of the dragons. ❜
❛ do i look like the kind of person who dies? ❜
❛ we are king and queen, chained together like prisoners in a dungeon. ❜
❛ for every great ruler, there is an equally great assassin poised to kill. ❜
❛ my bloodline was wiped out before my eyes. i’m the last heir. ❜
❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜
❛ you don’t need a king. a knight can make another knight. ❜
❛ violence for violence is the rule for beasts. ❜
❛ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜
❛ pick a god and pray to it. ❜
❛ i’d rather die than marry you. ❜
❛ my duty is to my people. ❜
❛ glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures. ❜
❛ i will paint the throne red with your blood. ❜
❛ what’s a life threatening quest without a bit of music? ❜
❛ some of us may not survive, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward… paid. ❜
ANAKIN SKYWALKER / DARTH VADER AHSOKA | Part 5: Shadow Warrior
The Lighthouse (2019) dir. Robert Eggers

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snowlord.
there’s smoke and steam, —— SNOW FALLS LIKE COMETS, (CASTLE BLACK) the bittersweet numbing swells dead skin on his bruised fingertips, [GRIT YOUR TEETH] this frigid morning breeze seizes his lips like a spurned paramour, the rasp of a blunted blade forged through scalding blooms of steel cuts through a sea of pure white, bared like teeth against it’s fleshy suitor. THE COURTYARD RANG & RANG, until wool blacker than night sweltered into thread and icily sweat, ❛❛ ENOUGH! moment longer and skywalker would have CRATERED YOUR SKULL, aurochs. how any of you hope to DEFEND THE REALM when you can’t match swords with a slave is a wonder. ❜❜ THE DARK MIST SPILLS FROM THORNE’S MOUTH, like a festering blight exhumed from a pungent corpse;his jet leathers whisper like a shy maid in the aftermath of a swift turn, directing that black ruin of a grin to [ LORD SNOW. ]
❛❛ THE BASTARD, — now he looks right & ready, doesn’t he? i wager this little savage might just tip your crown, lord snow. ❜❜ he nurses each word of contempt like a ragged wineskin — JON SNOW DREW HIS LONGSWORD, the blade becoming a callous extension of hardened flesh cauterized into a black metal; HE WOULD GO TO SLEEP BRUISED & BLOODY. [ @jediance ] IF IT MEANT CLEANSING THE CURVE LIPPED DELIGHT FROM SER ALLISER THORNE’S MOUTH. the explosion of white continued over them, a hurtling mass the shade of the moon that braced starkly in the careening sunlight: …
— he lunged.
ᵗʰᵉ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 is ᵃ ᴿᴬᴮᴵᴰ — 𝘧͟𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘵͟𝘩͟𝘺 - ᴹᴼᵁᵀᴴᴱᴰ ᴰᴼᴳ ᴮᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ FLESH ᴵᴺ 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯, ᵇˡᵘᵉ 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲. his 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 ᵂᴵᵀᴴ 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, ᴬᴿᴱ SWOLLEN 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒔 --- ᴿᴱᴰ ⁻ sore ᴬᴺᴰ 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 ᴬᴺᴰ blackened ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ˢᶜᵘᵐ. ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈˢ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᴱᴬᴰ ᴼ’ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ , IT fills ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡʸ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ 𝗗͟𝗜͟𝗥͟𝗧 ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᴵᵀ ᵒᶠ 𝗵𝗶𝘀 ˢᵗᵒᵐᵃᶜʰ, ᴱᴹᴮᴬᴸᴹᴵᴺᴳ ᵗʰᵉ 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱 ᴵᴺ 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 VILE ᴬᴺᴰ 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 ᴬᴺᴰ cold ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ. 〝 𝙞 ᵂᴬᴳᴱᴿ this ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝗦͟𝗔͟𝗩͟𝗔͟𝗚͟𝗘 ᴹᴵᴳᴴᵀ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵀᴵᴾ ʸᵒᵘʳ crown, ᴸᴼᴿᴰ 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 ⁻⁻⁻ 〟 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴬᴺ ensuing ʳᵘˢʰ ᵒᶠ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 , ᵗʰᵉ 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 SNOW ᴮᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢʰ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴱᴹᴮᴱᴿ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᴱᵀ dirt 𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 ᴮᴱᴺᴱᴬᵀᴴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀᴱᴱᵀᴴ ᵒᶠ HIS ᵇᵒᵒᵗ slowly 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦 ᵗᵒ 𝙘͟𝙤͟𝙗͟𝙗͟𝙡͟𝙚͟𝙨͟𝙩͟𝙤͟𝙣͟𝙚 ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ ⁻ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴼᴵᴸ spill. CHARRED ᶜᵒʳᵖˢᵉˢ ˢᶜᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴺᴱᵂ⁻ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ ᵃᵗ his ᴴᴱᴱᴸ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᴬ ᴿ͟ᴱ͟ᴰ ⁻ 𝙷𝙰𝚉𝙴 ᵒᶠ ᴿᴬᴳᴱ ᴬᴰᴼᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ 𝐡𝐢𝐬 ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᴮᴸᴬᴰᴱ ᴵᴺ SCORCHING 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘 . ᴬᴺᴬᴷᴵᴺ ˢᵗᵃʳᵉˢ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 ᵒᶠ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 MAKING: ᴬ ᶜᵒˡᵈ, ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴬᴰ 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵 ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵉᵖᵉˢᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ 𝙝𝙞𝙨 ˢᵒᵘˡ, creeping ᴵᴺ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ. he STRIKES —
ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉˢ clash ᴬ͟ᴳ͟ᴬ͟ᴵ͟ᴺ , 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 ⁻ ⁻ ⁻ ᴬᴺᴰ again. ᵉᵃᶜʰ 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᶜᵘᵗ s͟h͟o͟r͟t , ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 ᴾᴬᴿᴿᴵᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ 𝘼𝙂𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 s͟e͟e͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵈᵉᵉᵖᵉˢᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴮᴱᴵᴺᴳ. ᵗʰᵉ 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙳 slashes, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴿᴬᴳᴼᴺ ᵏᵉᵉˡˢ, ᴮᴱᴬᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᴼᴺ 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 through ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᴼᴺᴳ, ᵈᵃʳᵏ 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙶𝙴 ᵈ͟ᵒ͟ᵈ͟ᵍ͟ᵉ͟ˢ , ᴴᴼᴸᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᴵᴸᵀ ᵒᶠ his ˢʷᵒʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᴰᴱᴬᴿ 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. SNOW 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ, ᴮᴬᵀᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ 𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᵂᴱᴬᴾᴼᴺ ᵒᵛᵉʳʰᵉᵃᵈ ᴼᴺᵀᴼ 𝗾͟𝘂͟𝗶͟𝘃͟𝗲͟𝗿͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻, seconds ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ 𝒔͟𝒉͟𝒂͟𝒕͟𝒕͟𝒆͟𝒓͟𝒊͟𝒏͟𝒈 — 〝 ᴸᴼᴾ ‘𝘪𝘴 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍 ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᵒ͟ᶠ͟ᶠ͟! give ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴴᴱ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀! 〟 ᵀᴴᴱ sword is ᵗʰᵉ 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ 𝒎𝒂𝒏, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᴬᴺ 𝙞𝙨 ᵃ ᶜᵒʳᵖˢᵉ ⁻ 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: ᴬ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, ᴸᴼᴺᴱ SAVAGE ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ cloth, ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵀᴼ ᵃ ᶠᵒʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚃. his 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, ᴬᴺᴰ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡˡᵃᵖˢᵉˢ ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵒᶠ 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴, ᴺᴼᵂ ᴷᴺᴱᴸᵀ ᴬᵀ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᴺᴰ ᵒᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ bastard's ᴮᴸᴬᴰᴱ — ᴴᴱᴸᴰ 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒚 ᴬᵀ his ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ: 〝 𝙔𝙄𝙀𝙇𝘿. 〟 ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴿᴬᴳᴼᴺ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢ ᴵᴺ, ᵗʰᵉ S͟T͟E͟N͟C͟H ᵒᶠ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 ⁻ ᴴᴼᵀ ᴼᴺ its 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 ᴮᴿᴱᴬᵀᴴ. 〝 𝗬𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗! 〟 ᴬᴺᴰ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ, tossing 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝐒͟𝐖͟𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐃 ᴬᵀ 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘’𝒔 ᶠᵉᵉᵗ, ᴬᴺᴰ 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ 𝚍͟𝚊͟𝚛͟𝚔͟𝚗͟𝚎͟𝚜͟𝚜͟ ᴮᴱᴬᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ. ❝ --- 𝙞 ... 𝘆𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱. ❞
ʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᴸᴼᴿᴰ snow's ᴴᴬᴺᴰ, 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᵗᵒ his ᶠᵉᵉᵗ — ᴹᵁᴰᴰᴵᴱᴰ ᶜˡᵒᵃᵏ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰ͟ᴬ͟ᴳ͟ᴳ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ , ᵂᴬᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚.
A Woman’s Torment (Roberta Findlay, 1977)
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NANCY GROSSMAN / BLACK / 1973-74 [leather, wood, paint, epoxy, cast aluminum and metal hardware | 16 × 9 ¼ × 7 3/4″]
Le diable probablement (Robert Bresson, 1977)

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〝 ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ is ᴺᴼ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ. 〟 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᴮᴱ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ ᵀᵁᴿᴺᴱᴰ ᵂᴱᴬᴾᴼᴺ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞: ᵃ 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, ᴮᴿᴱᴬᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ plaything ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈˢ 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 ᴼᴺ STRINGS ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵃ ᵖ͟ᵘ͟ᵖ͟ᵖ͟ᵉ͟ᵗ, ᵀᴱᴱᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 ᶠˡᵉˢʰ ᵒᶠ 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲, ᴬᴺᴰ surrendered ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ VOID. god’s ˡᵒᵛᵉ 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀ͟ᴱ͟ᴺ͟ᴰ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᵒᶠ ᵖᵘʳᵖˡᵉ 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᴬᴸᴼᴺᴳ his ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ˢᵃᵇᵉʳ 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 ʰᵉˡᵈ, ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈˡʸ ᴬᴵᴹᴱᴰ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽, ᵂᴬᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 ᵗᵒ ᴸᴵᴮᴱᴿᴬᵀᴱ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˢᵐᵒˢ ᴵᴺ ᵃ 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹, fiery ᶜᵃᵗᵃᶜˡʸˢᵐ. 𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚄𝙻, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ ᴾ͟ᴿ͟ᴼ͟ᵂ͟ᴸ͟ᴵ͟ᴺ͟ᴳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠ 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡’𝗦 ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᵖᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ hells ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵂᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴᵀ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ ˢʰᵉᵈ.
(✦) —— ... 〝 ᴺᴼ ᴮᴱᴺᴵᴳᴺ GOD ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻. ///////////////// @ayvyshtal .
“It’s not destroying. It’s making something new.”
Annihilation (2018) dir. Alex Garland
Sami Younis at Y-3 FW 17
“𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫” : ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴰ is ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴼᴵᴸ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵃ ᴾᵁᵀᴿᴵᴰ 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗲 ᴵᴺ ᴹᴼᴿᵀᴬᴸ⁻ᴴᴼᴼᴰ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘴͟𝘰͟𝘭͟𝘦͟𝘯͟𝘵 ᴿᴱᴮᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᴺ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ first, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 ᴮᴵᵀᴱ. 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 ʰᵒᵗ, ᵗᵃʳʳʸ CEMENT ᴾᴼᵁᴿᴱᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆, ᵂᴵᵀᴴ its 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗘 ᵀᴬᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒˡᵏʸ 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚 ᵀᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᴵᴺᴱ between ᴹᴬᴺ ᴬᴺᴰ Ǵ̶̠̆̌͝Ọ̸̧̯̦͑D̴̊̉̂͊͂̏̓͝͠.̶̤͈̣̌̓.... 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂𝚃. ᴵᵀ is ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᴮᴬᴺᴰᴼᴺᴱᴰ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴵᴺ ʸᵒᵘʳ 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 ⁻ dying ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ, 𝗽𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᴰ͟ᴱ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ ᶜᵉˡˡˢ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗵͟𝘂͟𝗻͟𝗴͟𝗿͟𝘆 ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠ NIGHT ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵒᵛᵉ ᵀᴴᴱ neanderthals ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ security ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖʸʳᵉ. 〝 ᵀᴴᴱᴺ 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧’𝙨 ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᴹᴱᴬᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᵉˡᵘᵈᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ, 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽. 〟 ʰᵉ stares ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᴸᴼᵂ ᵒᶠ ᵃ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚, 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘴 ᵒᶠ VOID 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᴸᴵᴷᴱ 𝗻𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᴬᵀ ᴰᴬᵂᴺ.
ᵀᴴᴱ 𝗯𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗺𝗮𝗻 ʷᵃˢ once ᵃ ᵇ̲ᵒ̲ʸ̲, ᵂᴵᴰᴱ ⁻ 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 ᴬᴺᴰ 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍, ᴮᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝚂𝙼𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 char ᵒᶠ ᴰᴱᴬᴰ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ 𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᵇᵉˢᵗ 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 ᶠᵃᵈᵉˢ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 e͟m͟b͟e͟r͟s͟; ᴵᵀ 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 ᵃ 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 SKULL ᴬᴰᴼᴿᴺᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᶠˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵐᵉᵃᵗ ᴬᴺᴰ 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 ⁻ ᴮᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ clumps ᵒᶠ 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ᴴᴬᴵᴿ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵃ 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃, 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ WOLVES. 𝗙͟𝗔͟𝗜͟𝗟͟𝗨͟𝗥͟𝗘͟. ᵗʰᵉ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 ᴬᴿᴱ ʰᵉᵃᵈˡᵉˢˢ, 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 ᴬᴺᴰ vile; ᵗʰᵉ unruly 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 ᵒᶠ 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴. ᴴᴬᵀᴿᴱᴰ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ lungs ᴵᴺ ᵃ 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴮᴵᴸᴱ, ᵗʰᵉ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ 𝗥𝗢𝗧 ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈˢ ᴿᴱᴰ. ᴬᴺᴬᴷᴵᴺ 𝘀𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 is ᴰ̲ᴱ̲ᴬ̲ᴰ̲. ᴸᴼᴺᴳ 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 ᴰᴬᴿᵀᴴ 𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑:
(✦) —— ... 〝 ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ, ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ... ᴬ 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻? 〟 ///////////////// @dinopunching .
MUSTAFAR: ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵐᵒᵍ 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ˢᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ˡᵃᵛᵃ, ᵗʰᵉ v͟e͟n͟o͟m ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵗᵐᵒˢᵖʰᵉʳᵉ ᴮᴵᵀᵀᴱᴿ ᴼᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴮᴬᴰ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉʳ’ˢ ᶜᵒᵘᵍʰ. ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 ᵗᵃˡˡ, ᵉʳᵉᶜᵗ ᴼᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗹𝗶𝗽 ᵒᶠ 𝒈𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒏’𝒔 ᵗᵃˡˡᵉˢᵗ ᴹᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ⁻⁻⁻ ᴵᵀ is ᵃ 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 ᴹᴼᴺᴼᴸᴵᵀᴴ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵂᴵᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ spires ᵇˡᵉᵈ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵃ 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 RUNOFF: ᵗʰᵉ 𝐠͟𝐨͟𝐭͟𝐡͟𝐢͟𝐜 ᴾᴬᴳᴼᴰᴬ 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ planet's 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 ᶜᵒʳᵉ. ❝ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ is ᴺᴼ 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ʷᵃˢ. ❞ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞: ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ᴬᴿᴱ 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝘵͟𝘳͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘭͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘨͟ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵉˡˢ ᴵᴺ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 ˡᵒᶜᵘˢᵗˢ, 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ᴾᴸᴬᴳᵁᴱ ᵗᵒ ᴬᴺ unsuspecting 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒚.
ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴿᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ chosen 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗘 is ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵈ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴰᴱᴬᴰ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ’ˢ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴼᵂᴺ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵃ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ fire 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ limbs ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ. it's ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴮᴿᴵᴰᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵁᴺᴮᴼᴿᴺ 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 ᵗᵒ ˢ͟ᵗ͟ᵃ͟ʳ͟ᵈ͟ᵘ͟ˢ͟ᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ 𝗶𝘀 ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 demands. 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂.
(✦) —— ... ❝ 𝐰𝐞 ᵃʳᵉ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ 𝘀͟𝗲͟𝗿͟𝘃͟𝗮͟𝗻͟𝘁͟𝘀 ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠ͟ᵒ͟ʳ͟ᶜ͟ᵉ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ʰᵉᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗼𝗻 ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴱᴱᴰ ˢᵒ ᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ is 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ᴵᴺ ᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃˢᵗ. ❞ /////////////////// @saurn

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ‘𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄’ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊.
“ man was not born to a world of justice. but he can create such a world! ”
“ they offer you so much power. so tempting to take advantage of it. ”
“ death is the promise we’re all born with. ”
“ we could not bring back the golden age. indeed we were now paying the price of having enjoyed one. ”
“ through our sense of identity, we act. we determine our moral judgements. ”
“ we create fresh narratives to use in our survival. it is part of what makes us such flawed creatures. creatures of such narrative fiction creating cause and effect. ”
“ we rewrite our own memories, of course, all the time. ”
“ to compromise with tyranny is always to be destroyed by it. the sanest and most logical choice lay always in resistance. ”
“ we are friends to death, but not his servants. ”
“ the nearest we ever come to knowing truth is when we are witness to a paradox. ”
“ law and chaos? they’re not the same as good and evil, i’m told. ”
“ i am a petty god at the moment. you will find me more lordly and benign when i achieve the position of a greater god. ”
“ if we are the toys of the gods are not perhaps the gods themselves mere children? ”
“ it is fitting that we should be wanderers, for we have no place in this world. ”
“ by means of our myths and legends we maintain a sense of what we are within and who we are. without them we should undoubtedly go mad. ”
“ it’s history that’s caused all the troubles in the past. ”
“ a good death is better than a poor one. ”
“ everything may exist for a while — even justice. but the true state of the universe is anarchy. it is the mortal’s tragedy that he can never accept this. ”
“ i have hated hypocrisy and deception all my life, yet all my life i have been victim to it. that is the terrible irony. ”
“ time is the enemy of identity”
“ we’re wary of you. even if we allowed you to lead us again you would take your own doomed path and us with you. ”
“ memory is the foundation of identity. ”
“ i can accept then, that we are more than forsaken, because there was never anything there to forsake us. ”
“ i have chosen. i chose chaos. ”
“ you spend your lives chasing that which is within you and that which you can find in any other human being. ”
“ meaning? do not seek that, for madness lies in such a course. ”
“ my mind goes out searching through black barrenness for something — anything. ”
“ i seek no excuses, for i know what i am and i know what i have done. ”
“ but people may do great good accidentally, though with evil intentions — conversely people may do great evil though having the best of intentions. ”
“ i have brought evil to many places. ”
“ if we remain adaptable, we remain strong. if we force others to accept our traditions and values, we ultimately grow weak…”
“ who told you that the world was just? ”
“ we live in a world where many kinds of regression dignify themselves with the mantle of progress. ”
“ thing is, treasures are not won by care and forethought but by swift slaying and reckless attack. ”
“ there is no future here for myself and my men. ”
“ there are many legends which say the past was perfect or that the future will be perfect. i have seen many pasts and many futures. none of them were perfect, my friend. ”
“ that the world forgets me is all i ask,”
“ the subtlest lie of all is the full truth. ”
“ why should their pain produce such marvellous beauty? ”
“ the past is a script we are constantly rewriting. ”
“ is the prisoner a prisoner because he lives in a cage or because he knows that he lives in a cage? ”
“ we free travellers need no chains of that sort. ”
“ people are not alarmed by the unusual — so long as it is placed in an acceptable context. ”
“ despairingly, sometimes, i seek the comfort of a benign god. ”