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peanuts-fan · 5 months
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class report
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Lt. Bradley Bradshaw vs Rooster Bradshaw 💞💕
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ironunderstands · 25 days
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It’s such an untalked about form of whiplash where someone interprets the same thing as you, and it’s reasonable they came to that conclusion, but in such an entirely different tone than you would that completely jarrs you back to reality. Like I read a fic today about the Final Victory lightcone, and in it Ratio doesn’t find Aventurine shooting himself 3 times impressive enough (he calculated the odds of dying weren’t high enough to prove anything), so he pulls the trigger two more times, and aventurine isn’t at all phase about it. And like it was very well written and reasonably in character, but that’s not my Dr. Ratio or Aventurine. I had a moment where I was like “people see them like this!?!”
A scene I interpreted as a display of Aventurines sheer desperation to get anyone on his side to the point of suicidal behavior, and Ratio not doing anything about it because he was so in shock at both the consequences of his actions (berating Aventurine earlier and making him feel as though he had no other choice), and being unable to move and stop him because of that and the whole “what the ever loving fuck is happening right now”…
…Into a completely different one, one where Ratio willingly accepts Aventurines challenge and pulls the trigger two more times because 3 isn’t enough to prove Aventurine could be the final victor, all while calculating what would happen if the bullet was in that gun and if he could save him. For his part, Aventurines “provocative gaze” which I interpreted as desperation (and maybe Aventurines suicidal tendencies peaking through) masked as overconfidence (which ratio would see right through and would cause him to freeze) into a genuine challenge (the underlying suicidal tendencies are still there).
And like, neither of these are wrong in my eyes. We don’t get to see how the actual scene played out, we only have the Lightcone, its description, the context and our understanding of Dr. Ratio’s and Aventuine’s characters. Personally I lean towards my interpretation being the more canon one because Dr. Ratio (as narcissistic as he is) genuinely cares for others well being (also his leaked voicelines ab Aventurine make me feel this way) and I don’t think he would care about the point Aventurine is trying to prove if it would cause him to die, so I think the only reality in which he is holding that gun to Aventurine’s chest is out of shock.
But like, if you don’t view Ratio or Aventurine like I do, which is completely reasonable, the other interpretation makes sense. Unless we see this actual scene play out, both possibilities co-exist but one of them is so brazenly different from my interpretation of the scene that I can’t really reconcile with it. I love when others perspectives do that to me
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mfs really have the audacity to be like "ppl are projecting homoeroticism onto tomgreg" as if they haven't worn matching outfits for three gay straight seasons and aren't constantly doing shit like
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but what do i know
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mindful-hempress · 5 months
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Did you ever wonder how or why…?
A picture can try to say a thousand words as it captures a moment's pristine time. As one may truly, never know, until you step beyond photo manifolds. To reciprocate many words of the wise, you must look deeper with open eyes and understand that for me to simply be, is to traverse beyond life, and love being me. Every part of my imperfect symmetry, for outer beauty, will always fade, it drapes the bones until the ending day. But to dig into my solitude's peace and show the world a smirk/a smile, self-love existence is my form of beguile. So I permit my imagery and words to plant cerebral seeds. Now paint the picture that you wish to see. I am the daughter of a soldier; verbiage of a drunken saint. The offspring of a voyeur; Wicca's interbred baby. Poetries ark, a product of tomorrow's maybe. Strummer on wood clasped down metal strings; spread across the stars amidst satin wings. Scribe of my skin stitched with Kuro Sumi Ink. I wear the scar's past as a badge of victory's sync. To get where I am now, was never easy. But I am simply in love with life and I damn for sure love being ME!
Walata M.
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hebrewbyinbal · 5 months
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You've probably heard the saying, "A picture is worth a thousand words," right?
I can tell you as a teacher, that I always try to integrate this philosophy into my lessons because I know how powerful a well-placed visual aid can be.
This saying isn't just a catchy phrase—it encapsulates a profound truth.
Sometimes, no matter how eloquently you express yourself in words, a single image can drive the point home in a way that's immediate and impactful.
In my personal and educational experience, pictures help bring abstract ideas into sharp focus, aiding memory retention and simplifying complex concepts.
This is helpful when I'm teaching the alphabet or vocabulary where visual cues, believe it or not, can be a game-changer, and in times like this when we wake up to an unimaginable reality every single day.
Sending you all the encouragement and positive vibes as you journey through language and life.
Remember, we're in this together, and I've got your back!
#apictureisworthathousandwords #seeforyourself #bringthemback #standwithisrael #antisemitism #hebrew #israel
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serickswrites · 10 months
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A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Warnings: blood, unclear character status, restraints
Caretaker scrolled through their phone, feeling completely out of touch with reality as the realization that Whumpee had been missing for the better part of a week set in. 
Caretaker couldn’t fathom a world without Whumpee. Couldn’t fathom not knowing what happened. Couldn’t fathom never being able to see Whumpee again. 
Caretaker jumped as their phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Caretaker was about to swipe away and categorize it as spam when the video in the message caught their eye. 
They could hear heavy breathing in the video. The room was dark save for a chair in the center. A chair with leather straps on the arms and legs. A chair that was coated in blood. 
“I saved the best for last, Caretaker,” a voice whispered off screen. “Do you want to see it to?”
Caretaker couldn’t breathe through the panic creeping up their throat.  They knew that voice. And they knew what this meant. Whumpee was still alive. And at the mercy of Whumper.
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jfkisonthemoon · 4 months
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wiiildflowerrr · 2 years
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URRGHHH MMMPHH HUUHHHH EEEESSK
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snekjoy · 7 months
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I had a bit of writer's fun tonight with a talented bunch of gals. It was all inspired by this lovely Benedict Bridgerton edit by the @bridgertontess
The game was to write a 500 word (most of us went over 😜) ficlet that told the story of what turned sweet Ben into Eeyore. The results were hilariously diverse. This was my attempt to explain his melancholy.
Thanks for playing ladies. I had a blast! @fayes-fics @eleanor-bradstreet @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @colettebronte
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He waited. He waited as long as he could and then stayed an hour longer. Even after the rain soaked through his clothes, chilling his bones - he stayed. He would always stay for you. The problem was that you always seemed to be leaving him.
Each time he had to say goodbye, it hurt a little deeper for a little while longer. But then, one day, he'd hear the knock at his door and find you on the other side. He never hesitated to let you right back in, even though the chances of you walking out again were easily foreshadowed.
He knew he should stop, but he couldn't help himself. That's what addicts do. They give in to the desires of their flesh. Not because they aren't strong enough to turn away, but because somewhere inside them, they don't want to stop. The suffocating lows can be justified by euphoric, blissful highs. Eventually, decisions can be rationalized. You were his vice, and he had no intention of quitting.
His culpability in his own pain made it even worse. He held no pity for himself. He deserved it all. He literally signed up for it. You had always been a bit of a free spirit. Untamed and wild behind the eyes. That's part of what drew him to you. But the same thing that brought you close was the thing that took you away.
You were terrified of the metaphorical cage from staying in one place for too long. He knew you were running from something, but that same fear always sent you seeking stability in his presence.
Inch by inch you would let him see new pieces of your soul, and he was humbled by it every single time. That's what he had found himself addicted to. The small hits of intimacy you would allow him before the inevitable retreat.
That's what was happening now. The wall you let him breach was a big one, and he saw it in your eyes the moment you realized he had seen too much. It was his fault. You begged him not to say it. You begged him not to love you. Your words rang in his ears on repeat.
"Don't Ben. Please don't say you love me." your voice broke in a plea.
"Why not? It's true. What's so wrong with that?" he asked.
"Because I might not say it back..." You couldn't meet his eyes.
"Might not? If you're not sure, that's okay. Love is a big thing. I don't want you to say it if you don't feel it. But are you saying you could feel it? I can wait. You know I can." He knew those were the wrong words the moment he heard himself saying them.
"Right... always waiting for me to grow up. Waiting for me to stop being so selfish. Aren't you tired of making excuses for me yet, Ben?!"
"That's not what I meant. Please... please don't do this. Stay with me. I'm not going to hurt you or try to change you."
"You already are changing me! I'm not ready for this. And I can't keep doing this to you. I have to go." His eyes widened with panic as you strode towards the door.
"Darling, please! Just think about it. For me, just say that you'll think about. We can meet tomorrow by the park to talk." He was prepared to grovel.
His hands cupped your face, holding you in his gaze. But when you couldn't answer him, his fingers fell away.
"I'll wait for you there. 3pm by the pond." He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. "But if you don't come... don't come back again."
That was the last thing he said before you walked through his door. And now he was sitting in the rain, regretting every word. What had he done?
What had he done?
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Just the Sexiest Man Alive. Oh, and Chris Evans. 😏🔥🥵
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polarpics · 9 months
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A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Author: Canttalkgrounded
Rating: G
Status: Completed in March 2024
Word Count: 1, 310
Summary: After a near meet-cute back in 2009 at the Lima Bean, Kurt and Blaine are married and soon headed back to NYC, but first they go through Kurt’s high school bedroom and find some hidden gems, almost lost forever on an old digital camera.
Tropes/Genre: future!fic, married!Klaine, one shot, fluff, Lima Bean
Lynne's review: This is absolutely adorable!
Read at: AO3
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ironunderstands · 3 months
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the duality of man
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flexingtyger99 · 3 months
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Bianca’s face is priceless…
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