#ilse

[postcard-from-the-past]

Trick shooter Ilse Imhoff performing with her canine assistant on a vintage postcard

[littlelcvestory]

while i was thinking about musicals and scores i got reminded of something i found in the spring awakening score

whenever moritz sings the chorus of "don't do sadness," you can hear the violin/viola play the beginning melody of "blue wind" on the background. you can hear it in this clip:

and i like to think of it as moritz's subconscious telling him what ilse tells him later. i can't properly articulate this but based on moritz's later dialogue, he so clearly wants to go with ilse, he wants to stay with her. but in the end his own mind wins out. idk thats my interpretation

[ghastigiggles]

encounters of the DiVine nature

(ft. @tenta-tickles' boy. cant wait to kill him again /gen)

[p--ito]

"Všechny ženy jsou královny." - Jošt Cesare Piccolodolciglione-Bachyňský

Miluju tenhle historický meme a tak jsem mu dala na podzim dírský kabátek spolu s kloboučkem hintu na kazetu #41. Děkuji mým děravým přátelům za to, že podporují mou gremliní energii.

P.S. U Jošta byl jako reference použit mistr Yoda. To já jen tak.

[freezrbride]

mikey madison & austin butler on the set of “once upon a time… in hollywood”

[sugar-grigri]

« SNK is about the cycle of hate, and Eren is a great character! »😼😼😼

And nobody decides to interpret the symbol of the jaw titan

Nor interpret the theme of fraternity (each fraternal relationship responds to the other)

Nor the figure of « Ymir »

[happylittleghost]

Konečně sem si na herohero poslechl Trepanaci.

Nemohl jsem si pomoct a musel jsem namalovat Mojmíra Plamatého (a Ilse) na jejech výpravě do ztraceného města jeho praděda.

Je to spíše jak ztracené město vypadalo v jeho snu (plus se mi nechtěli malovat všechny ty geometrické útvary brutalistních staveb xd)

Obraz je udělán kvašem (teprve se s ním učím) takže kdyby jste měli nápady jaké scenérie z díry bych mohl namalovat ať trénuju napište mi do komentářů.

[pancenance]

maestra ilse

au where tenoch doesn't interrupt

"Well actually," Memo begins, nervous to be saying the news outloud because it made it feel more real, "my dad is taking a permanent job in San Diego and told me that we're moving at the end of the school year. I haven't told anyone yet, but I don't want to go and when I tried to talk to them about it, they didn't want to hear me out."

Ilse nods and tries to give Memo a reassuring smile. "Do you have any relatives that you could stay with if you could stay until you finish high school?"

Memo shakes his head. "No, both of my parents are only children and both sets of my grandparents live in the States. That's another reason why they want to go. They think that we'll see them more often."

"Take a seat, Memo. This sounds like it's been weighing on you heavily," Ilse gestures to the seat in front of her desk. "Y'know I read your assignment for your childhood memory. It wasn't a happy one."

Memo stares down at the floor. "Did I misunderstand the assignment? I didn't realize that we were only supposed to write about a happy memory."

Now Ilse shakes her head. She takes a deep breath and steadied herself, ready to help her student. "No, Memo, you didn't do anything wrong. Your relationship with your parents is complicated. Is it okay for me to ask about that? You don't have to share anything that you're not comfortable with."

She watches his face. Watches as something clicks for Memo. Watches as the tears well up in his eyes and his cheeks become red splotches. Ilse pats his back and murmurs that it's okay and that he can feel safe here to share or not share anything that he's feeling. That she'll try to help him.

Memo starts at the 10th birthday party and tells her about the resentment that he couldn't quite identify when he told Marifer. About the stress of being a new student every year and not even a well liked one. He tells her about Pascual and how he won't be taking care of him if they move and how this is the first place that he's ever made friends. He confesses that he's scared that it won't get better than this, but also angry so so angry and tired that he doesn't get a choice. He's lived his whole life without a choice.

Ilse listens and pats his back as he tells her this. She sometimes nods in confirmation and sometimes just sits silently. She tells him about her dad and how he died before he knew her. Before he knew who she would be, who she was.

"Have you told your friends any of this?"

Memo shakes a bit as he replies no.

"It's okay to ask for help, Memo. That's what we're all here for. Thank you for sharing that with me," Ilse tells him and smiles.

Looking like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, Memo finally looks up and asks, "What should I do?"

Ilse steadies her shoulders and responds, "I'll talk to your parents, Memo. We'll work something out."