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flintism · 3 months
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looking at those emmys results like disappointed but not surprised
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flintism · 5 months
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anyone doing anything about that im dying out there
hello hi long time no see and all that is the secret mash archive down again or what 😭
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flintism · 6 months
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hello hi long time no see and all that is the secret mash archive down again or what 😭
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flintism · 9 months
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wow that post sure was a hit (got two likes from my mutuals)
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THE AGE OF INNOCENCE (1993) DIR. MARTIN SCORSESE   
You couldn’t be happy if it meant being cruel. If we act any other way  I’ll be making you act against what I love in you most. And I can’t go  back to that way of thinking. Don’t you see? I can’t love you unless I  give you up.     
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flintism · 9 months
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Mutuals I would become consul with
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flintism · 9 months
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i can always relate to a girl who wants to leave
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the last of the wine's alexias & lysis: soulmates
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flintism · 9 months
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today at work i was explaining how redacted product works and the guy i was explaining this to made a joke about me holding him at gunpoint and i spent a good 5 minutes being like wtf this is such a weird joke to make before remembering that i was speaking to an american tourist
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flintism · 9 months
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All tragedies deal with fated meetings; how else could there be a play? Fate deals its stroke; sorrow is purged, or turned to rejoicing; there is death, or triumph; there has been a meeting, and a change. No one will ever make a tragedy - and that is as well, for one could not bear it - whose grief is that the principals never met.
Mary Renault, The Mask of Apollo (via rurilelith)
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flintism · 9 months
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I made almost this exact same post last time I watched this episode but he’s so so so wild for this opening dialogue. the way this all ties back to bj wanting desperately to be the Normal one and hawkeye knowing in his heart of hearts that he couldn’t be normal if he tried (he being hawkeye I mean)
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flintism · 9 months
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hot mary renault summer
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flintism · 9 months
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The Last of the Wine, Mary Renault
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The Last of the Wine, Mary Renault
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flintism · 9 months
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New M*A*S*HCast! Season 6, Episode 20: “Mail Call Three” w/guest @gaysails
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flintism · 10 months
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One day, being alone, I took the best likeness [of Hephaistion] into my hand, thinking, Who were you, what are you, that you can do this to my lord?
He came in behind me, and said, ‘Put that down!’ with such anger that I nearly dropped it. I put it back somehow, shaking with fear of exile.
He said more quietly, ‘What were you doing?’ I answered, ‘He was dear to you. I wanted to understand him.’
He took a turn across the room, then said, ‘He knew me.’
No more. I was pardoned, he meant no hurt. I had asked, he answered. […] Truly, when to me we had seemed like one, to how much I had been a stranger.
Bagoas, in Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy
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flintism · 10 months
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Ptolemy thought, You’ve nothing to fear now, have you? Oh yes, he could be arrogant now and then. Towards the end, he thought he was the only one who understood – and how far was he wrong? Accept it, Eumenes, he was good for Alexander. I knew when they were boys at school. He was somebody in himself and both of them knew it. That pride you didn’t like was Alexander’s salvation; never fawning, never pushing, never envious, never false. He loved Alexander and never used him, kept pace with him at Aristotle’s lessons, never on purpose lost a match to him. To the end of his days he could talk to Alexander man to man, could tell him he was wrong, and never for a moment feared him. He saved him from solitude, and who knows what else? Now he’s gone, and this is what we have. If he were alive, we’d all be feasting today in Susa, whatever the Chaldeans say.
Mary Renault, Funeral Games (via pythionice)
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