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dumblr · 8 months
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There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares.
-Richelle E. Goodrich
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starlet-sky · 1 year
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Silent suffering, baby
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yuki4amano · 14 days
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Midnight Musings. Whimsical Ideas.
In Izuku Midoriya's cozy living room, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of determination and camaraderie as Izuku, Yuki, Shinso, and Denki gathered to solve the misunderstanding between their friends. While Izuku was busy jotting down practical solutions in his notebook, Yuki was animatedly pitching ideas that ranged from bizarre to downright absurd.
"I think we should organize a surprise romantic dinner for them!" Yuki exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she bounced in her seat.
Shinso raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Um, Yuki, I don't think that's—"
"—practical at all," Izuku finished, giving Yuki a fond smile. "But I appreciate the enthusiasm. Maybe we could consider something a bit more low-key?"
Yuki pouted playfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine, be that way. But mark my words, someday someone's going to thank me for my genius romantic gestures!"
Izuku chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection for the girl beside him. Despite her unconventional ideas, there was something undeniably endearing about Yuki's earnestness and creativity.
As they continued to brainstorm, Izuku couldn't help but be reminded of the time he had hidden under Yuki's bed, listening to her act out her daydreams with a fictional character named Mikaela. It was a memory that still made his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also filled him with a sense of warmth and nostalgia.
Lost in his thoughts, Izuku found himself stealing glances at Yuki, marveling at the way her eyes lit up with passion and excitement as she pitched her outlandish ideas. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, a whirlwind of contradictions and quirks that never failed to keep him on his toes.
As they worked together to find a solution to their friends' problem, Izuku couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. For in Yuki, he had found not only a friend but a kindred spirit, someone who accepted him for who he was and challenged him to be the best version of himself.
With a smile, Izuku turned his attention back to the task at hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with Yuki by his side. For as long as they were together, he knew that anything was possible.
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aleesabella · 9 months
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manyunboundmoments · 1 year
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M!U Paradigm gets a bunch of other radical gear that matches the yo-yo
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klynsu · 1 year
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pain, a beautiful language
expressions
descriptions of what's felt
words escape a mouth—
yell for help then—
a melodic cry
poetic pain—
visual distress
displayed through words of beauty
read only for that—
a writer's flaw;
those authentic words derivative of pain
challenged yet by sincerity,
buried too deep within the layers of an aesthetic language—
suffering read only for art's sake.
pain, a beautiful language
[words] for art's sake. // 🗝️
v2 of "for art's sake"
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full-of-pain · 6 months
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Idk if I am the only one….
But the first time I heard it I cried..
For me the screams r filled with built up pain, hurt, despair, sadness, agony even.
It made me feel weightless, relieved, my brain went numb in a good way the silence and peace I felt… indescribable….. The hardest cry I had in a long time.
Pls can anyone relate? Even the slightest? Lmk pls
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mugentakeda · 2 months
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I feel like modern au zuko can drive, is very good at it, has his license, and will get you where you need to go but like. with very dangerous efficiency. he drives like Evel Knievel. he drives like a bat out of hell. he whips the wheel hard as fuck and you will see Jesus even if the drive is from your house to the corner store. his car is used and like 10 years old but she is strong and loyal just like her master and wont break down for anything. she'll tear over anything in her path. zuko has given iroh so many mini heart attacks while driving him around (<- because iroh does NOT have his license). worst of all is that zuko does NOT talk or road rage ever when he drives he's DEAD SILENT and simply blasts the radio. and its always either terrifying Chinese opera or crazy shit like Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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its-all-down-hill · 11 months
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rageveinn · 2 months
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I just. love this game so much
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loveguts · 1 year
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home that’s hell
“how’d your parents die again?” by fatimah asghar / p.t. / anatomy by kitty horrorshow / skinamarink by kyle edward ball / house of leaves by mark z. danielewski / silent hill 4: the room / heck by kyle edward ball
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yuki4amano · 14 days
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Midnight Musings. Confessions in the Night: The Vigilante's Dilemma
The night was thick with tension as Izuku Midoriya, known to the world as the vigilante Phoenix, stood on the balcony of Yuki Amano's apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come here with a purpose, a mission to finally confess his feelings to the girl who had captured his heart with her kindness and resilience.
But as he peered through the glass door, Izuku's determination wavered, replaced by a sudden rush of uncertainty. What if Yuki rejected him? What if she didn't feel the same way? These thoughts swirled in his mind, threatening to consume him whole.
With a deep breath, Izuku pushed aside his doubts and resolved to face his fears head-on. He would do whatever it took to win Yuki's heart, even if it meant risking rejection. Steeling himself, he reached for the door handle, only to freeze as a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
He was still wearing his vigilante outfit.
Cursing his forgetfulness, Izuku glanced down at the green and black costume that clung to his frame, the symbol of Phoenix emblazoned proudly across his chest. He couldn't confess his feelings to Yuki while dressed as a vigilante; it would only complicate things further.
With a resigned sigh, Izuku turned to leave, intent on returning home to change into something more suitable for a heartfelt confession. But before he could make his escape, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by the soft click of the bedroom door opening.
Panic surged through Izuku's veins as he realized he was trapped, caught between the desire to reveal his true feelings and the need to maintain his secret identity. In a split-second decision, he dove beneath Yuki's bed, praying that she wouldn't notice his presence.
As Yuki entered the room, Izuku held his breath, his heart pounding in his ears as he listened to her movements. To his relief, she seemed oblivious to his presence, lost in her world as she began to act out a scene from one of her daydreams.
Izuku's cheeks burned crimson as he listened to Yuki's fantasies, her voice filled with longing and passion as she spoke of dating a fictional character named Mikaela. It was both endearing and agonizing to hear, knowing that he could never compete with the image of her perfect fantasy.
But as he lay there in silence, Izuku couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for Yuki, her vulnerability tugging at his heartstrings in ways he never thought possible. She was so much more than he had ever imagined, a complex and multifaceted person with hopes and dreams of her own.
And at that moment, as he lay hidden beneath her bed, Izuku made a silent vow to himself. He would do whatever it took to win Yuki's heart, even if it meant revealing his true identity as Phoenix. For she was worth more to him than anything in this world, and he would stop at nothing to make her his own.
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ryllen · 8 days
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A question I have just recently,
can Sebek handle spicy?
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this is what i generally think of fae.
tho i think,
lilia knows spicy spices from his travel.
even tho in dragon form, malleus breathes fire from his mouth, and fire is hot, it might be like the kind of fire that doesn't hurt him in the first place
sebek father might bring spicy spice from human world with him, but since i think of him as a mellow man, he might not be interested in spicy food in the first place
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eternallovers65 · 9 months
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Just saw someone on Twitter complain about the lack of Japanese people in Oppenheimer, and what did you expect??? Did you want the final act to be the bomb dropping and see people burning alive???
The reason why we don't see a Japanese perspective is because one, including a Japanese perspective, just to see how bad the suffering was would be exploitation. Two, to see an accurate and sensitive take on how the japanese felt about Oppenheimer, Christopher Nolan (as incredible as he is) isn't the right person to do this. And three, it's based on Oppenheimer's biography
Oppenheimer, the movie, literally shows you people (mostly the superiors, because by the middle/end of it you see Oppenheimer regretting his creation) doing something dubious and inhumane because they removed themselves away, both emotionally and physically, from the people they are hurting.
Nagasaki and Hiroshima only exist in those men's distant thoughts and imaginations. One guy literally asks to take a city off the bombing because that's where he had his honeymoon. It's disturbing and unsettling, as if those people were not real human beings. The lack of Japanese people drives the entire point home.
Also, Japanese cinema is right there. Barefoot Gen, Grave of the Fireflies, or Hiroshima (responsible for showing to many Americans the effects of the bombs for the first time) are just a few of the many, many decades of post-war Japanese movies we have
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darkpoetrynprose · 4 months
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“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”
― Ranata Suzuki
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chipsy · 15 days
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"There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares."
— Richelle E. Goodrich
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