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secretary birds look pretty normal but for some reason people have collectively decided to photograph them like they're [takes a moment to find an acceptable way to say this] women

This is so fucking funny to me. Law’s crumpled body in the background is the cherry on top

We used to sleep in each other’s arms, legs tangled beneath the thin fabric of stolen burlap. The world was so small back then. So incredibly small, because all it needed to hold was us. The colors were brighter, and the emotions were sharper too. It’s hard to forget the feeling of your tiny hand clamped over my wrist. You always bruised me- even back then. Your love was too heavy for the backs of two children, and eventually we broke under its weight. The world saw fit to separate us and as I grew I would wake in the night, the feeling of burlap against my legs, and the softness of your childhood skin against my arms. The fleece over a wolf’s neck. The feeling that you would break the world to save me, even if I broke with it too. The snow falling around us looks like powdered sugar if you squint; and god knows I’ve gotten good at squinting. If I squeeze my eyes half shut your grin looks like a true smile. Not like a baring of teeth, fangs wet with blood. If I tilt my head and the sun is low enough in the sky, your arms around my chest feel like a hug. Not like a cage, pressing bruises into my ribs. If I watch through a veil of lowered eyelashes, every wound feels like proof of your concern. If I close my eyes it feels like love. A flake of sugar-snow lands on the tip of your nose, and all I can think of is when your first showed me how to catch snowflakes on my tongue. It’s almost easy to forget the aches of old wounds when the cold is there to numb them. You turn your back, and walk away. Tears slide down my face and into my mouth, still split in a smile. The salt stings my chapped lips. Your figure is a dull pink blob in the distance as you leave, and I feel my eyes closing. I can’t remember the last time I saw your eyes. I used to be the only one you let see them. By now, I can’t remember even recall their color. It’s becoming hard to remember most things, here in the cold.

Doffy is a stringy boi Corazon is built like a brick shit house this is canon.

everybody leaving tags on my letterboxd roundup like "they didn't do the nobody scene??" we're so fucking past that i need you to catch up. i went into the movie knowing they wouldn't do the nobody scene and frankly i had made peace with it like okay if you don't want odysseus calling himself outis because you don't feel like the joke translates well enough WHATEVER you dont need to film every line of the poem. what i was NOT prepared for is that THEY DON'T SPEAK TO POLYPHEMUS AT ALL. they don't steal a giant wheel of cheese, they don't get him drunk, odysseus doesn't taunt him after their escape, AND he doesn't cry out to poseidon or the other cyclopes on the shore. it's "revealed" that he can speak in the cave before their escape as he prays to poseidon. someone asks odysseus "should we try to reason with him?" and ODYSSEUS says "we're past that." resulting in an adaptation where odysseus does not use wit or trickery to escape polyphemus at all-- which is the case with every single obstacle he meets. this guy does not lie and he does not play tricks. his intelligence is restricted to battlefield tactics, the administration and direction of his men as units. You have to poke polyphemus so he opens his eye before you can stab it! I am very smart. the only point at which he could be described as "tricking" polyphemus is when-- because the movie is allergic to making odysseus look stupid or silly in any way-- they tie straw to their backs to be mistaken for sheep instead of riding the undersides of the sheep, and we are presented with an action sequence of trousered and armored soldiers somersaulting and army crawling under polyphemus' gently dangling hand. which i hate because it is a less clever solution that only works if polyphemus is extremely stupid (shepherd who doesn't know how many sheep he has) -- and more importantly because it removes IMO the most emotionally efficient moment in the odyssey, which is polyphemus talking to the one sheep that's walking slow because it has odysseus on its belly like "oh no are you feeling okay today? you're moving so slow, maybe you're upset because i'm in pain? you're the best sheep in the world and i love all of you my sheeps" like that scene is supposed to instantly retroactively humanize polyphemus and make you realize odysseus has been torturing a person with feelings who basically just wants to be left alone with his pet sheep and it's extremely good at that in every translation i've ever read. but not one of odysseus' enemies are allowed an inch of humanity in this entire adaptation which seems to be a veiled metaphor for the vietnam war so what can you expect. and yes because odysseus never does anything wrong or stupid or silly, OF COURSE he would never reveal his name and allow polyphemus to curse him, and his crew only "believes" that he's been cursed by poseidon thereafter, which removes the ENTIRE MAIN ANTAGONIST of the story and changes the central conflict from man vs. god to man vs. ????

To make a deal with God

The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws

sorry for how i acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time