Endings are hard. Chuck said this in Supernatural and it’s absolutely true. An ending can either tie together or rip apart a story.
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I remember when Animax came to DsTV. I was bored of the History Channel late one night – this was back in the days when they actually did documentaries, not Ice Road Truckloads or whatever – and decided to see what else was on.
Qast awoke with a rasping breath, clawing at her hair. Her eyes narrowed and darted about the room as her hands deftly reached for two of the daggers she kept concealed about her bed.
Janelle Monáe has been serving inimitable looks and flawless hits for a decade – blessing us anew with each album release.
There Will Be Brawl is a dystopian exploration of what video game worlds look like after we turn off the consoles and the characters have to continue living their wretched lives.
Rilashul’s body had been beautiful, if she remembered correctly, and if Mellin was to be trusted. She had memories; in so much as she could have them, of dark caramel skin and of soft, woolly curls which hung tightly about her face.
Havilar and Farideh are twin tieflings abandoned at birth and raised by dragonborn. Careless Havilar has an innocent soul and a penchant for trouble, and careful Farideh feels the weight of the world, her tainted bloodline – and her sister – on her shoulders. In a summoning ritual gone wrong, Farideh ends up bound…
perhaps, when all is said and done, you will still call us monsters. perhaps not. but seeing that i am the final calamity, how shall you survive long enough to condemn me?
Usually, DC animated movies are just the business. The Flashpoint Paradox is literally one of my favourite movies of all time. Even Justice League: War compelled me to give that New 52 nonsense a chance. So when I say that I went into this movie with pre-conceived notions of greatness, I really mean it.
Nobody ever expects the Spanish Inquisition… Dragon Age: Inquisition, on the other hand, is a whole other beast.
“Girl!” Zhara’s voice rang out of the window and to the garden, shrill and aged. He coughed from the effort and thumped weakly at his chest.