#4045

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #4045:

if you don't enjoy writing something, people aren't going to enjoy reading it, so stop writing those work emails and get back to writing that sopranos omegaverse fanfiction

[thewertsearch]

This vessel will reach your planet eventually. We can either go home the fast way, or the slow way.

Depending on the timeframe we’re currently in, the slow way might also involve a psychic shockwave of instant death.

Just who might be on their way to Alternia? If this ship has already weathered the Glub, then it’s likely full of corpses – which I guess Aradia might appreciate, on some level.

I think the Empress could conceivably have survived, though, since she should have the greatest psychic resistance of her entire species. Plus, it's been implied that she's Feferi's Ancestor, the same Empress who ruled in ancient times. That's a character with potential, and it'd be a waste to kill her off-panel before she's actually done anything.

Maybe she's the pilot of this ship, then. The lone remaining troll in the galaxy, still ruling an empire of one.

Your express ticket can only be validated with a display of good manners, miss.

Say what you like about Aradia, but she sure ain’t a quitter.

Oh, god!

No. This can't be Aradia Prime. I refuse to believe it. The girl's resolve to continue living is the core of her fucking character, and even Scratch couldn't break her badly enough to renounce it. He couldn't.

This has to be another iteration of her character, or a clone, or an ancestor, or some sort of alchemized duplicate or something. I have to be right, because this happening to her after her resurrection would be the most genuinely depressing thing that Homestuck has ever shoved in front of my eyes.

[harveyphotography]

Torniamo a Volterra come si torna a casa, ma ogni volta la Toscana ci regala un luogo nuovo da amare insieme.

[max-the-many]

Can't stop touching those...

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 8, 1994

Lyrics:

Say goodbye

Not knowing when

The truth in my whole life began

Say goodbye

Not knowing how to cry

You taught me that

And I'll remember the strength that you gave me

Now that I'm standing on my own

I'll remember the way that you saved me

I'll remember

Inside, I was a child

That could not mend her broken wings

Outside, I looked for a way

To teach my heart to sing

And I'll remember the love that you gave me

Now that I'm standing on my own

I'll remember the way that you changed me

I'll remember

I learned to let go

Of the illusion that we can possess

I learned to let go

To travel in stillness

And I'll remember happiness

And I'll remember

And I'll remember the love that you gave me

Now that I'm standing on my own

I'll remember the way that you changed me

I'll remember

Songwriter:

Never, never been afraid to cry

Never found I had a reason why

I'll remember

Madonna Ciccone / Richard J. Page / Patrick Raymond Leonard

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Madonna

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[maaarine]

5 things I learned from an interview my late grandfather gave about his experience in WW2

1

when the war started, all the bridges in his hometown were blown up to slow down the Germans

as he stood in front of his family house, debris from a nearby bridge landed on his foot: he was now an injured soldier, day 1 of the war lol

2

as the war went on and more men were sent away to fight, the Germans needed to replete their workforce at home, so they would drag Belgian men to Germany and put them to work

my grandfather was made to take a medical exam to determine whether he was "unfähig" (apt to work), and he was not too thrilled when they wrote in red that he indeed was

so this gangster went to a shop next door, bought a red pencil, and added a "nicht" next to "unfähig" on his papers (not apt)

the Germans fell for his great scheme, and he stayed home lol

3

he ended up being arrested in 1944 (he doesn't know which of his shenanigans got him fucked) and was sent to a camp in Poland until 1945

on a sunny day there, the weather was so fine that he drank his soup outside the kind of barrack where he and other prisoners were parked

suddenly American planes started bombing the area and shooting at that barrack, killing people inside ("they were all French" phew), so he was literally saved by soup lol

then the Germans ordered a group of prisoners to go repair the railway that had just been bombed

"we did no such thing", my grandfather says, and the Germans let it slide because they were over it and wanted to go the fuck home

he and two other guys escaped and hid in a German village until they saw American troops

fun anecdote: a GI fired the canon of his tank at one of the village houses because there was a portrait of Hitler in the window

the woman who lived there was pissed lol

4

my grandfather met up with other prisoners who had escaped, most of them French

one day they cooked snails for dinner (they wore a béret and had a baguette under their arm, I'm sure)

he had never eaten snails...... he was skeptical at first...... fucking snails man............ but he loved them and called it a feast, gangster from beginning to end

5

he walked and hitched rides towards Belgium

he knocked on his parents' door at 2am

even though they didn't know he was coming or what had happened to him, my grandfather heard his mom on the other side of the door say "I'm sure it's our boy!"

[every-tome]