#written down

[machiavelli]

completely forgot I started this little project where I was drawing rhetoric figures to use them as stickers for when I analyse something

[haveihitanerve]

Heroes

“Haven’t I given enough?”

They whisper, tears soaking their cheeks, hands red with blood, kneeling in a graveyard of their friends.

No, young hero. No, you have not. 

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

So who’s going to be the Bestie Of All Time and make a compilation or a masterlist of the minisodes in both season 1 and season 2 in chronological order?

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

The Grand Moffs, the Emperor and Darth Vader were supposed to have a meeting, but all they were doing was disregarding Vader's plans and tactics, offering illogical and stupid ones. The Emperor wasn't contributing, but he didn't stop the bickering Moffs nor did he approve of Vader's ideas. After 3 hours of constant arguing Vader couldn't take it anymore.

"THAT'S IT! I'M DONE!"

"Lord Vader what is the meaning of-"

"I QUIT! I AM DONE WITH THESE NONSENSICAL IDIOTS AND I'M DONE BEING YOUR ENFORCER!"

The dark specter jabbed a finger toward his Master, "I've been fighting wars since I was 19! I have slept less than an hour since the beginning of the month! It's been years, Master, and the galaxy is nowhere near peace as you promised it would be! I sacrificed everything, my family, my brother, my wife, my child for this and it was all for nothing?! I killed and slaughtered and conquered on every one of your whims, but in exchange, I didn't get anything from what I was promised. Now you are building a weapon that will create pointless destruction. The Death Star will be your downfall because unlike 15 years ago, the galaxy hates and fears you in equal amounts. Once you start using the Death Star, the people of the galaxy will turn against you and I won't be here to destroy them. I quit. Let's see how far you can get without Vader, keeping the usurpers away"

With a flourish Darth Vader turned on heal, cape blowing behind him, and left the room, releasing the hold on the Force, he had been maintaining around his Master in case the man interrupted him again. With his back to the door, Vader didn't see the speechless rulers he left in the meeting hall.

And here is the backlash from Vader’s tirade.

[ubassembly]

[Start image description: A screenshot from Pokémon Shield, of the summary screen of a shiny bergmite named or, Captain , level 41, female. The text on the side says,

This Pokémon is pretty Rash by nature.

We first met one another on 11/23/2020, and it was on Route 9!

At the time, this Pokémon was Lv. 41.

It’s thoroughly cunning!

End image description.]

Phase 17 ended at 3409 encounters!

[imagine-loki]

Imagine that after the snap from Thanos, Loki was found and brought back to new Asgard. He survived but his body and throat are so damaged that he can’t breathe on his own. The healers get him a tracheostomy which let him breathe but he is not able to talk anymore. Everything he has to say has to be written down. You think he could be bored or alone because you see him always reading or sleeping, so you decide to give him a visit but you are also a little bit afraid of his reaction. So, you enter his chamber. As Loki saw you he looked very surprised. He didn’t expect someone to want to be near him as Especially not a stranger. You sitting next to him and asked him if he would like to have some company. He nods.

As I said before Loki can’t speak so he has to write instead. Unfortunately, his handwriting is sometimes unreadable. It looks like handwriting from a doctor. So as he wrote down “ I have an itch on my knee” you read instead “ I have an itch must pee”. As you told Loki what you read, he laughs voicelessly. He laughed so much that he starts running out of breath and tears are running from his eyes. After that, he thanked you because he didn’t laugh so much since a while. After that, you visit him every day. Reading to him, talking to him, joking around. As you one day enter his chamber Loki was sitting in bed crying. You asked him what's wrong, and he confesses that he is scared. Scared of the whole situation, scared of Thanos, scared of being alone. You stroke gentle through his hair, ensure him that you are here for him. Humming a song to calm him down. In this night you stayed with Loki. Cuddle with him in his bed. You both didn’t say anything at all. Just looked in each other’s eyes till Loki gives you a kiss on your nose whispering quietly “ Thank you”.

[thetinytiredcatigrapher]

A verse from the song 'All the things she said' by Simple Minds

[foldedpagesandcoffeestains]

I keep a packet of cigarettes in my drawer for when I feel like shit. There were five of them at first, it's a fancy one. Figured if I'm gonna do it then do it right. There are two of them left now. OK, it could be worse but does that really matter? Because for me that's as bad as it can go. I fucking loathe myself. So there it is.

I teach kids. Didn't see that coming, did you? The oldest ones are six years old. I love them, I love my kids. I went to work today, been working with them for a year, and just realized I fucking suck. All I give is simply not enough. Cuz this world is a hot mess and these kids I teach? It's all normal to them cuz we freaking thought them so. We thought them the world is a cruel place where you have to yell to be heard and we thought them that nothing deserves unconditional love. Take take take. Take all you can and give nothing. And we wonder why we are all dying. Cuz our kids fucking know how to hate more than how to love. Cuz we thought we can teach people when we ourselves had learned nothing.

There are days when I come home and just light a candle to look at its flame and it calms me. Then there are days when I can only sit in one place and stare at the nothing and hope I somehow vanish and then there are days when I try to hold back the tears while sitting in class or in the bus or in front of the kids. And when I come home I open that drawer and smoke and then I smell like cigarettes and I hate myself even more cuz I fucking gave in and now my whole being stinks of death. 

But aren't we all dead anyway? We forgot how to love and to teach others how to love and now blame everyone else for our mistakes. And this world is too far gone beyond repair that I hope for a miracle. I hope somewhere someone knows what they are doing cuz I sure don't and it's not only me. 

- from a diary I can never keep updated