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{ wear } "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?" - Robin Williams (John Keating)
The trope where a character overhears something out of context and assumes the worst is usually annoying and bad but I really think it works well in Shrek
We, the audience, know that Fiona is talking about herself but, regardless, she’s calling herself these terrible things because she is an ogre. If Fiona is these things because she is is an ogre what does that make Shrek?
If Fiona says no one could love her because she is an ogre, she is saying that Shrek is also unloveable whether she wants to or not.
Imo the scene is a really good portrayal of how when you talk poorly of yourself or others for having a trait, you’re also talking about every other person who shares that trait; even if you love them or think what you’re saying doesn’t apply to them.
You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.
The significance of Paul being in Lestat’s little inner psychological purgatory is he didn’t kill him and that’s the truth, but he still feels guilty for his death.
The people in that room were all the people he loved and respected as well as all the people he had drained and killed in the last 200+ years. And he remembers every single one. From people who seem insignificant to the significant.
Paul wasn’t someone he drained, but someone he had unintentionally drove to suicide just as he did Nicki. He messed with a mentally unstable man and it led to poor consequences.
But Paul isn’t there for judgment nor penance. He’s there to remind Lestat on the few things he did right in his life. And one of them was loving Louis, as grotesque as that love may have seemed to him.
You could call Paul an Angel or some form of divine messenger. He’s just a gentle presence for Lestat to lean on as a quiet in the loud chaos when the lights go out.
My dad is Deaf and has been since before he met my mother. He had multiple different devices to monitor my sisters and I growing up- including a noise detector that would vibrate the bed or the couch and say exactly which room the loud noise was being made in. As a child I remember understanding that he could not "hear" me if we weren't looking at each other, and that I had to speak clearly in order for him to understand. He tells me as a toddler I used to ask him to get on my level, put my hands on his face, and ask him if he could understand me- and only once he verified would I say or ask anything. He used to leave me a signed note every day before school when I was in high school, giving me a different blessing and a couple bucks to buy a snack.
But also- hearing children of deaf adults (CODAs) are often more empathetic, more accepting of others' differences and challenges, more emotionally mature and able to read others' body language and visual cues, with experiences more similar to bicultural and bilingual children of the same age, because being raised Deaf while hearing is a look into two very different worlds. Not that I think anyone should need to prove their worth, but the statistics show the exact opposite of these doctors' expectations of Deaf parents. Deaf adults more often than not raise intelligent and well-structured kids that connect more readily with others, there is no additional risk of neglect more than any hearing parent.
"Tattoos are becoming unpopular", "piercings are unpopular again", "keep your hair natural never dye it again, it's the trend now" literally fuck off I know what y'all are doing
i physically/mentally/spiritually/emotionally cannot stop thinking about how much jack LOOKS at robby
there are so many shots where robby is actively trying not to be perceived and jack is staring at him like he can't get enough of him, like every single microexpression robby makes is his & his alone, and i'm OBSESSED
even when robby literally isn't paying attention and jack is in a different room jack is looking at him, constantly assessing where he's at and what he's feeling, and it is such an intense and obvious sign of his love for robby (platonic or not) that i cannot stomach it
jack sees robby even when robby feels emotionally at his ugliest and he never even remotely flinches away from his desire to figure out what robby is feeling and it makes their dynamic so fascinating to me because you have two deeply empathetic, perceptive men who are hyperaware of each other (to the point where there are multiple times where they interact with each other or move to meet one another without even looking) and are not afraid of this obvious depth of love
the only other person robby comes close to sharing this sort of non-verbal understanding with is dana, and even then it feels like there are parts of each other the other can't fully see. the clear demonstration that jack & robby know each other as deeply and as intimately as they would a romantic partner (in some cases more so) has genuinely hooked me from the start and i can't handle it -- this is like... hannigram levels of unspoken love to me