this is worded like he dressed up like that to satisfy kojimaâs soldier kink
he did
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this is worded like he dressed up like that to satisfy kojimaâs soldier kink
he did
my kink is when ppl actually care abt my feelings & what I have to say
too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, iâm just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
i found my calling
call me Brussels Sprouts the way I got the bitterness bred out of me
the joke is Brussels Sprouts used to be much more bitter until farmers in the 90's discovered what chemical property in Brussels Sprouts was making them so bitter, and selectively bred them over generations to be tastier, which is why you should try eating Brussels Sprouts again if you haven't had them since you were a kid, especially if you've never had them roasted in olive oil, salt, red pepper flakes, maybe a little honey or balsamic vinegar, distributed evenly on a pan at a very high temperature, and also breeding kink
Hey op what was that last part
Did i fucking stutter
creditos: c.e
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. âIt doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.
A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."
I have the strong feeling that Kafka considered this the best thing he did in his life.
Just realised that the man vs fate conflict is very near and dear for me but especially, most importantly when âfateâ is itâs own character and even more especially when theyâre an author who takes on the role of god and even more especially when the author with a god complex is actually informed by the fact that they are actually part of a narrative and actively treats the characters like characters with roles they need to play and the storyâs goal is to achieve an ending that isnât what the author wants and isnât a storybook happy ending or a typical tragedy but just the idea that the story will continue outside of our view of the story anyway anyway whatever.
Bee and Puppycat 1.02 âWho Would Want This?â
#SHE STILL WEARS THE NECKLACE đ
Don't worry if your life is in chaos, you are like the universe itself and its law of entropy. ăăźäč äż on Pivix
Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2:Â
I have recently read A Deadly Education and The Last Graduate and I think you should too. So much.
A Deadly Education is a book about a magic school with a 1 in 4 survival rate that people attend because the survival rate for teen wizards outside is 1 in 20. (They get eaten by monsters.) The protagonist, El, has an affinity for mass destruction, magical vibes of doom, and a great deal of anger and bitterness about the constant coldness people treat her with due to said doomâwhich makes every moment of kindness and friendship so emotional. I love her.
A Deadly Education is a book that looked at Harry Potter and asked âwhy do people go to such a dangerous school?â and âif magic is free, why are any wizards poor?â and its answer to the first question makes for an exciting plot and its answer to the second makes the setting really interesting.
A Deadly Education is a book with my new favourite twist on the âfake datingâ trope, itâs hilarious.
A Deadly Education is a book where magic runs on⊠the Marxist labour theory of value? I think? there is Class Analysis. âš
A Deadly Education is a book with⊠friends? đ„ș
(The Last Graduate is the second book in the planned trilogy and I donât want to say anything about it except, except, except, itâs my very favourite theme, as the entire plot of the book. itâs very đ„șđđ€©? I love it to bits.)
If they decide to do a sequel to Robert Pattinson's Batman and decide to include Joker, who do you think should play Joker?
There is only one correct answer to this: Robert Pattinson.
shout out to Karl Urban as Eomer for giving one of the most heart wrenching cries ever produced in cinematic history where you can essentially feel the anguish and shock that he is going through to find that his sister was on the battlefield, and is now injured, presumably dead. words cannot describe his pain.
Think about this for a moment. To him, she was never supposed to be there. She rode out of Rohan in secret with him, while he thought heâd left her - really the only family he has left - safely at home to lead the people.
They also changed his shooting schedule after this shot to add him to some of the scenes where Eowyn was in the House of Healing. Theyâd expected something more downplayed - shocked, and upset, but fairly stoic, like a stereotypical fantasy hero man - but they said when they saw this display of emotion, they couldnât imagine him not being there watching over her heal.
One thing that really makes me mad about the movies is that half of the best speeches are stolen from Eomer in the books. ThĂ©odenâs warcry of âDeath!â at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields was actually made by Eomer after he found out that ThĂ©oden had died and he was now in command. He was also smart and charming, but overall the Eomer of the books was emotional and very much listened to his heart over anything else.
Karl Urban is a phenomenal actor, and I really feel like he understood the character of Eomer as he was represented in the books. And I love that.
All of this, and I also adore it because it gives the necessary emotional context for the scene where he tells Eowyn she shouldnât go to war. Itâs not because sheâs a woman and her place is at the hearth, itâs because sheâs his sister and he cannot bear the thought of her in battle. And this is why.
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Dolores Madrigal is 12 and her tĂo Bruno just left, except she can still hear him. Not in a wistful thinking way. She can literally hear him: his light and nervous steps, his rapid heartbeat, his quiet muttering to himself, knocking on wood every five minutes, trashing in his bed at night because of nightmares.
She tries to tell someone but nobody listens. Mom starts literally thundering at the sole mention of his name (she says sheâs angry over some old fight they had, but she heard her raining the night after he left, heartbroken). Everyone else is tense, tiptoeing around Mirabelâs lack of gift, trying not to incite Abuelaâs anger. So Dolores does the one thing she learned soon after she got her gift: she keeps quiet.
Dolores is 13 years old and itâs been four months since her tĂo left when she hears him whisper from the first floor at night.
âYou know Iâm here, donât you, kid?â
She squeaks affirmatively, but knows he canât hear her with the clarity she does.
âYou havenât told them. Will⊠will you tell them? I canât come back. I canât. You donât understand. I canât do that to- I canât.â
His heartbeat is so loud, Dolores is surprised no one else can hear it. She puts on her sandals, walks down to the kitchen, where his BUMBUMBUMBUM is coming from. She pours herself a glass of hot water, makes a tila tea and leaves it by the old portrait.
âI wonât tell them,â she whispers.
She pretends not to hear his relieved sob. Sheâs already by the stairs when she hears the portrait crack open and shut again, the gentle blowing over the hot surface, the hum of delight at the warm drink. His heartbeat finally settles.
Dolores is 17 and an expert at her tioâs moods. If she grabs extra arepas from the kitchen every morning and leaves them by the family portrait, she can always blame it on Camilo. Bruno laughs quietly at whatever joke is told on the table. He laughs most at dad and tĂo Agustinâs jokes, but Dolores finds he has a soft spot for Mirabelâs dry sense of humor. Once, he chuckles so hard, she has to pretend to bump into the table and âaccidentallyâ knock over a glass of juice to cover the noise. Abuela chews out Mirabel over the mess, for some reason and Dolores can hear Bruno muttering guiltily at himself for hours.
âWhy did you leave?â She asks, late at night, alone in the kitchen. His heartbeat jumps a little, but he doesnât reply. She leaves a chamomile tea with some honey by what sheâs come to think of as âhis spotâ and goes upstairs. He is specially quiet for weeks after that.
Dolores is 21 and in love and just found out Mariano loves Isabel. Everyone in town knows already, but she refused to believe it until she heard him tell his mom just now. She sobs quietly, little squeaks that no one else should be able to hear. No one must know. She canât do that to her prima. Itâs not her fault. And she wonât be the reason Mariano is unhappy.
Thereâs a knock on the door. Tiny. So tiny, she almost thinks she imagined it. (She never doubts her ears, though). When she opens the door, in the hallway is a warm cup of tea. She hears steps rushing away from inside the walls. She takes the tea, blows gently, takes a sip and feels her heart settle. âI am so sorry, nena, I wish Iâd been wrong. Just this once.â
Dolores is 22 and just ruined her cousinâs proposal. She didnât mean to, did she? No. She just had to tell someone. This is important. Itâs about the magic and about that old prophecy Bruno sometimes still mutters about and about the miracle and sheâs just so tired of holding it all in. She was already about to spill it all when Mirabel came asking, let it âslipâ that she can still hear him, pointed her towards the rats in the walls⊠she is desperate for someone else to know.
She shouldnât have talked, though. She listens, while everyone else loses their minds âabuela yelling for Mirabel, Luisa crying, Isabel fuming, Camilo trying to calm mom down, Agustin and Felix cleaning up the mess, Marianoâs distant sobbing, wondering what went wrongâ but she tries to focus on her youngest prima to make sure sheâs alright.
She hears everything. Mirabel! Bruno! She knows! Finally, finally, someone else knows. After years, Dolores finally discovers Brunoâs reason for hiding and her heart breaks all over again.
Before she can tell anyone, all hell breaks lose. The house falls apart and her gift is done and she canât tell if her tĂo made it out alright. Mirabel is missing. Everything is a mess and the world for the first time is muffled and distant to her. She feels disconnected.
And then they come back. Mirabel, Abuela and Bruno. Together. Thereâs hugging and laughing and even if she canât hear it anymore she can guess her tĂo Brunoâs frantic heartbeat when she finally approaches him.
âYouâre much taller than I remembered,â he blurts out.
She finally gets to do what she wanted since she was twelve. She hugs him. He only hesitates for a second before returning the embrace. âYou snore so loud,â she whispers.
He laughs, loud and clear. No more hiding.
Itâs the snap continously playing for me đ