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#Award Winning Blogs
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wow isn't it cool that All Quiet on the Western Front won some Academy Awards in 2023, the same year in which Germany started to ban pro-Palestine protests :) isn't that amazing how we have learnt absolutely nothing?
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patricideawards · 1 year
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semifinals: day ten
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pernillecfcw · 5 months
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Jude with his award 🥰
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100 days since a brand crossed Markiplier
29/8/23
(Be careful when reading the tags if you're sensitive to, albeit glancing, references to sexual assault/grooming)
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sassafrasmoonshine · 4 months
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Strega Nona (based on an old fairy tale) written and illustrated by Tomie dePaola • 1975 • Prentice Hall, New Jersey, publisher
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daily-dose-of-lauren · 2 months
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enchantedlandcoffee · 4 months
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brandondoesstuff · 2 days
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Love the new pfp fren 🖤
Thank you fren!!! 😊
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monomoss · 1 year
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when they cuddle me, call me "love" and we spend all of our time together so i assumed they like me
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uncahier · 1 year
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I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket.
I will not do another bracket, even if it’s already seeded for me by IMDB rankings. And it would be fun.
I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket. I will not do another bracket.
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whoever threw this dog out five years ago: you're a fucking idiot and you missed out on a really good dog. suck it
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mythvoiced · 2 months
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Aeri can’t decide what she hates more - the way the bejeweled pin in the victor from District 8’s hair is lopsided, or the girl herself. Oh, what Aeri wouldn’t give to wear such an accessory again, or even wear the finery the victor has been gifted to wear to the viewing. That was her once, wasn’t it?
But now? She’s stuck here, watching this spectacle. The brat, who has no idea what privilege she’s been presented with, keeps on creasing the delicate threads of her gown and her stylists also clearly have no idea on how to do the brat’s makeup. And then there’s that damn pin- Aeri’s pin once upon a time- only in place because it’s tangled in there-
And Aeri can’t hold back. When the brat’s stylists are gone, she reaches into the girl’s hair and extracts the pin. Her fingers, callused from years of hard labor that still feels foreign to Aeri, are quick to untangle most of the obvious knots in the brat’s hair before shetwists the locks into a ponytail and then a bun. The pin goes back in.
Aeri glares at the girl through the mirror. Don’t you dare mess up my work.
( congrats lenlen!! you get....aeri, being really resentful, i hope marìa doesn't mind too much ^^' )
@stillresolved | !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET HER BE RESENTFUL
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There's a harshness to being dolled up when you are in no way receptive to it.
María isn't foreign to the roughness of life - she's a fucking Victor, after all, isn't she - she's started working in factories just about around the age even the most moral of District 8 people might turn their back in fear on seeing her walk in, pretending not seeing her would free them of the responsibility of working with a child.
Her hands and nose and palate and lungs had long gotten used and keep getting used to the aftermath of working with chemicals, of being so very intimate with garments and colours, with fumes and heat, with the hard work of surviving, with the hard work of fighting to be allowed a minimal chance at said survival, at figuring that there's little more for people from District 8 to fight for.
Still... it's not the same.
Being pushed around, dressed in things she would have never chosen for herself to serve a people, a man, because she's not stupid enough to not be able to tell what is Capitol and what is Snow and how Capitol is Snow, it's a kind of biting and harsh and rough that doesn't leave behind the usual kind of scars and memories and bruises.
Even surviving the Games had come with a desperately accepted sense of relief, one covered in blood and the humiliation of all she'd done and all she'd thought she'd get to accomplish, only for reality to crash in on her in a victory she hadn't wanted to partake in, hadn't wanted to make possible, when she'd wanted her Games to be victor-less in lieu of ending the Games themselves.
This... this is humiliation in the long run. This has hardly any hope attached to it, waiting for her on the other end of the line. Sometimes, on the worst days, it feels like the true brunt of the battle, walking with blood-stained soles and palms and sparkling as she does, wearing all that might make even the softest source of light appear like flames reflecting off her frame, covering her in fire that had not eaten her alive - much to a few people's disdain.
Picking at things, not holding still, grimacing, shifting her muscles, arms, face to make her stylists' life as difficult as possible, it was all she had to fight back.
The Arena came with death and violence, and living back at home had been physical labour upon physical labour, straining her young body until she could no longer tell if she was broken beyond repair or fitter than children her age should be - had they grown up privileged within the Capitol's safety.
Here she has only threads to tear apart and reflections to glare at.
And a new challenge behind every door.
She feels yanked back, an intensity of motion caused less by the avox suddenly in her hair and more her own stiffness that hadn't prepared her for submission to someone suddenly rearranging her.
After her stylists had left, she'd succumbed to the tension of not wanting to be there, without the added hard work of making sure everybody else does. Lost in her thought, somebody's hands suddenly returning on her had fortified, molten it into a newly forged blade, stiff and ready to strike, tensing everything within her and making a few fingers in her hair turn into a grappling hook tied to a moving mountain.
María is startled enough she can't remember how to glare.
A frown does accompany her widened eyes anyway, making her look... appalled, almost, an addition to her expression so unsuited to typically frightened features, youth tainted by the face of someone used to having to fight to stay alive.
It almost happens in a flash then. The reflection moves and adjusts and fixes and what had started as something that had María's lips split into something acid and trembling, turns into something unpleasant and acrid, but silent, as María sits and lets herself be mandhandled one more time.
That's when she glares. After the avox finishes up, after their eyes meet in the mirror and María sees none of the downturned gazes they're trying to make her accustomed to.
Seeing avoxes pisses her off.
Why take it out on them.
She understands what they are, what they're supposed to represent.
To her, an avox is a statement. No longer a person but rather someone rid of their innate right to be considered one. Even with the determination and life in this avox' eyes, María has come to understand them as tools Snow uses to assert his dominance, people from all circles of life, punished with the robbing of their words... and their detached tongue metaphorically forced to lick away at the tip of the shoes of people like María.
All a scheme.
Infighting.
Use the prey on the prey, make them take each other out.
It'd be easier to feel pity if María could sleep, if the avox hadn't adjusted her appearance, and if the avox wasn't staring her down as if she had any right to do so.
She's oddly beautiful.
She's oddly familiar.
"Why are you helping them?" she hisses, low, whispered, because she might never admit it, but she's... she's a little scared, isn't she? Lately? Devora's face swims before her inner eye, so stern, so wrong.
"I'm on your side more than they are," she adds, pulling a strand of her hair out of the freshly adjusted bun.
#stillresolved#the seeker;maria#the seeker;joan of arc;hunger games verse#CONGRATS INDEED I FEEL LIKE I WON A MAJOR AWARD HERE??? EXCUSE ME???????????????????? MX LISTEN-#EVEN IF MARIA WERE TO MIND I CAN'T FIND IT IN ME TO MIND THAT SHE'D MIND BECAUSE THIS IS MAJORLY EXCITING#NOBODY MOVE NOBODY MOVE NOBODY FRICKING MOVE I NEED TO FOCUS#not gonna lie Aeri's point of view here is so fking good it's so FRESH IT'S SO---#NOT TO BE HYPER-FOCUSED ON MY DESIRES FOR MARIA'S ARC AND HOW IT DEVELOPS BUT#THIS IS VERY GOOD SGKLSDLFJGHGLKHGFKL sorry I just...#if somebody were to force me to figure out ONE thing to like most about this depresso verse#if i was being held at gunpoint about it basically and forced to pick One Thing#it's gotta be how brilliantly different perspectives come together#Aeri Patrick Devora Taiyang Maria Hyuk LISTEN???? LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#getting an ask from Ferre from their new blog~ i'm holding my cheekies and blushing HEHEHEHEHE~#also how do you still always win at urls care u lots MWAH ♥ i need to get this into the queue ASAP#gosh it being Aeri's PIN GOSH CAN YOU TELL I'M ALL OVER THE PLACE ABOUT THIS IN ENTHUSIASM#gosh María will simply truly... do the most to assign everyone sides hm? MARIA WHAT ABOUT THE NUANCES--#i'm not quite sure what you and wonderful Lynnie have established but... if Aeri was well known as Deva's lover#do you think María might have seen her? in pr thingies? that would explain why she's familiar that's why i added that line~#IF NOT then she's familiar because the look in her eyes would remind her of Deva IT'LL STILL WORK >:3 i went witty >:3333#;queue
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masterskywalkers · 5 months
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Remembering why I don't engage much with gaming fandom outside my own bubble when BG3 has a great night at the Joystick Awards, yet the first thing I see in one of the tags was someone going 'oh of course that voice actor got the award'.
Like damn, you don't have to like the voice actor or character but can't you just be happy that something nice happened?
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booksofdelight · 5 months
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The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao: Book Review
Reead our review of The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Oscar Wao!
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is a Pulitzer Prize of Fiction 2008 winner. It is acontemporary novel published in 2007 by Riverhead Books blending elements of literaryfiction, historical fiction, and magical realism. A deep exploration of identity, family, love, andthe immigrant experience. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao Summary Junot Diaz’s novel The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar…
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woodelf68 · 1 year
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For Your Consideration
Well, I failed at posting any new fic this year, but I have lots of old stuff if you need more fics to fill out your Chipped Cup Awards Ballot. Everything's got a little summary that should help you figure out what categories they'd be good for, and if something has already won a TEA in previous years, that will be noted.
My Rumbelle and Anyelle fic here!
@the-chipped-cup-awards
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hardtchill · 8 months
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Inform us of what happens in other countries then. You keep saying Americans are not well informed of what is happening outside the US, but you also aren’t saying wtf is happening. We don’t know what’s happening in y’all country because y’all shit isn’t reaching over here. Only time the US will truly know what’s happening with other countries is if it’s some major trouble or drama.
We dgaf about y’all because y’all don’t matter to us. This is not being cocky, arrogant, or whatever you want to call it. This is the truth. This doesn’t have to nothing to with countries, but as people, we don’t put our focus or attention to shit that doesn’t concern us. We all do it and people would be lying if they say different. Same thing goes for countries. Why tf would I care about your country and we still got shit going on in our country.
Don’t blame us that the US media is reaching y’all. Write a letter to whoever is in control over there and tell them to be more global.
Now answer this shit since you have all the answers
We grew up with a natural sense of curiosity so go looking for shit on our own. And believe it or not but this isn't anything special. The US is basically the only place i know where this isn't considered normal. Most US news doesn't reach us at all yet i'm still informed and that goes for a lot of countries.
"Why tf would I care about your country and we still got shit going on in our country."
Because you're not alone in this world?
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