End of an era… ta1k-less -> bookofjudith
cherry valley forever
Keni
Show & Tell
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Acquired Stardust
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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End of an era… ta1k-less -> bookofjudith
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Mr. Bartlet, it's for you! It's God... He says we should have girls at St. Andrew's."
Jed Bartlet is 18, entering his last year at St. Andrew's Academy, and a proclaimed Boy King. Everyone knows he has a very bright future ahead of him. One that involves Notre Dame and theology.
All he has to do to get there is survive one more year under his father's thumb without angering him. Oh, and maybe figure out his mysterious roommate somewhere along the way.
So i finally posted the west wing/dead poet’s society/ a separate peace fic I’ve been threatening to post for years. truly this is an extension of the like, four scenes we get of jed bartlet’s teenage years in two cathedrals. god bless and godspeed.
Just found out my preternatural ability to predict doom and death and destruction in every aspect of my life is actually an anxiety disorder and not a clairvoyant gift from god for his specialest favorite most nerve-ridden hyperventilating little girl
Killing the flowers will not delay the coming of spring
Interview with James Baldwin: Love and Hope and Rage // Little Palestine: Diary of a Siege // Good Bones, Maggie Smith
finding a new doctor. applying for jobs. searching for apartments. messaging used car dealers. getting your health insurance to do their job. getting a pharmacy to do their job. getting the dmv to accept the documents they told you to bring. just listing things they probably make you do in hell
Jean-François Portaels (1818-1895) "Judith's Prayer" (1872) Oil on canvas Located in the Royal Museum of Fine Arts Antwerp, Antwerp, Belgium
watched all hunger games movies in one weekend truly cannot stop thinking about coin and snow and the line “I don’t want what you have I want to be you”/“of humble origins and born of the cursed sex, my name is Brutus but the people will call me Rex”
fuck I have so many thoughts. Genuinely how did this series get touted as like “ya dystopia whatever whatever” and perPETUALLY made fun of holy fuck. Like over the past few years I’ve reread/rewatched a lot of series that were very important to me in childhood and most of them don’t hold up but Suzanne Collins. The woman that you are. You see right through the soul of American capitalism don’t you. You see it for what it is! And you said! I am going to write not a love story but a story of survival using love. Not how the revolution will be televised but how we need to be critical about every thing televised. I am going to write a story about how desensitized we are to the death of children because they’re not OUR children. I am going to write about how the two ways to oppress a people are to malnourish them and work them to death AND overfeed them and distract them to death, and we do both. I am going to spoonfeed das kapital along with a sharp, bitter critique of our warmongering government and culture of entertainment above all else to every single American teenager and most of them won’t get it. But maybe a few will. Maybe!
watched all hunger games movies in one weekend truly cannot stop thinking about coin and snow and the line “I don’t want what you have I want to be you”/“of humble origins and born of the cursed sex, my name is Brutus but the people will call me Rex”
started planning my bday early this year
listened to too much lingua ignota now I want to write a book about Mary Magdalene
happy faithful servant and friend of christ friday
Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.
sorry 2 b #girlgettingmarried on main on the #girlstaysingle website but truly the best but also most incredibly jarring part of literally joining my fiancé’s family is that he gone up for the weekend to visit his family (I did not go because work) and they demanded he FaceTime me because they missed me and wished I had come too. When I intentionally had wanted him to have alone time with his parents. I’m out here being like “no no they need to have time with their son I always am there” while their response is “why the fuck would you come without your wife. We like her better”
oh edward elric bleeding out and nearly dying impaled by a massive steel beam shaving pieces off his soul and years off his life because he chose not to kill the objectively worst guy he's ever met but he's just like. ah. if this is the price i have to pay for mercy i'm glad to pay it. 16 years old, unshakeable belief in the value of a life, shortest fuse in the world, mad as hell at all times, heart of gold for all of humanity. no one is doing it like him