My favorite thing in this fandom is how everyone drools over this look. Because it's the most boring outfit imaginable, and yet she's just glowing. Compared with how she was the entire rest of the series, the difference is night and day.
I also love that they kept her looking kind of windblown -- her hair's messy, her clothes are a little rumpled, something about her belt is just slightly off-kilter/cattywompus. And I love that she's still a bit shy or something, that even though she's happier and more alive now she's still recognizable as the same gorgeous awkward weirdo she always was.
Ugh. This was just really well done and I love it.
watched the finale of Deadloch and my main takeaway is this look™️
[Description of images: screenshots of text. First image reads: Scientists Find A Whole New Ecosystem Hiding Beneath Earth's Seafloor. Second image reads: Most recently, aquanauts on board a vessel from the Schmidt Ocean Institute used an underwater robot to turn over slabs of volcanic crust in the deep, dark Pacific. Third image reads: It's a whole new world we didn't know existed. "On land we have long known of animals living in cavities underground, and in the[..."] Fourth image reads: Scientists found tubeworms particularly fascinating. These deep-sea creatures seem to travel underneath the seafloor through volcanic fluids to colonize new habitats. This could explain why so few of their young are ever seen congregating around deep volcanic fissures. Most may be maturing below the surface. End descriptions of images.]
Wait, beneath the sea floor?
OUGHGH??
OIUOHGHHVOIH!!!!!
Ralph Fleck (German, 1951), Stapel 27/VII [Stack 27/VII], 2013. Oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm.
Kate Box as Dulcie Collins in “Deadloch” on Prime
[Image description: text reading, Lovely video. I have a little personal anecdote that slots surprisingly neatly into the themes of this video.
71 years ago, my grandfather took a cycling trip around the perimeter of France with a friend. He kept a diary, meticulously documenting the events of almost every day. Last month, my brothers and I embarked on the same journey, following in his footsteps. I'd avoided reading the diary beforehand, so every day I'd read about his experience at the same time that I had them myself: the places he'd visited, the food he'd eaten, the people he'd found, and at the same time we'd see the same sights. Some days we were ahead of him, some behind.
After a few days, I realised that something very surprising was happening. 71 years later, and 40 years after the death of this man we never knew, we stopped talking about him in the past tense. It took me a while to notice it, but it slowly became more obvious. We'd say things like "he's just 10 kilometres ahead of us now" or "he's over there as he's taking that photo". Seven decades, suddenly erased - an experience that felt almost out of time - and in those few days he felt closer and more alive than he ever had before. It was a strange experience, and something I doubt I shall ever have again. End image description.]
Painted rolling waves by Daniel Abel.
[Image description: Text reading, If you've ever loved a book by a (living) author and thought hey I oughta write that author a nice email or letter or etc., and then thought nah, that's weird...you should totally do it. Odds are yer fave is a fragile anxious creature who will feast on your love /End image description.]
I am LOSING MY MIND with excitement.
(Via M.S.'s instagram x)
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