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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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MYTHIC QUEST (2020-) #03.09 'The Year of Phil'
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kittimau · 2 years
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Much like Darth Vader, I too have an unhealthy obsession with Obi-Wan Kenobi. I mean have you seen him
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deadscell · 4 months
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i love revolver ocelot i wish cats were real :(:(:(
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Sheldon: “Amy, I thought I would never want to marry anyone, so the fact that I found you is astonishing! It’s like finding dark matter! Except they’re looking for dark matter, I wasn’t even looking for you! So, you are even better than dark matter!” Amy: “Oh, Sheldon…” Sheldon: “Plus you interact with light so I can see you! And also you don’t account for the missing mass in the universe! Oh! And - “ Amy: “I think you are getting caught up on the ways I’m not like dark matter.” Sheldon: “Right. . .but when you make a discovery like this you don’t just take it down to city hall, you tell the whole world! And so I’ll say it in Latin, or Klingon, or smoke signals! But I want to do this right.” Amy: “Me too. Let’s go plan a wedding.” The Big Bang Theory 11x10 The Confidence Erosion
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wildm00re · 2 years
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just saw comments disregarding ashlyn’s sexuality because they’re spiteful that rina is happening over ricky and jet….
is hating rina that serious? to the point of disregarding a character’s sexuality? to the point of saying it’s not the rep y’all wanted? because saying you would’ve preferred the bi storyline with ricky bc ashlyn already has a bf is so odd
also it’s so annoying how common this is throughout various fandoms— invalidating canon sapphic characters bc your headcanoned m/m characters are not happening— like ship whatever you want, but not at the expense of canon sapphic characters…
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kweza · 1 year
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"and it's always blue" 😭
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iwanthermidnightz · 2 years
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Phoebe Bridgers, the American singer-songwriter, led chants of “Fuck the Supreme Court” after saying she had been having “the shittiest time”.
She asked if any Americans were in the audience, which drew boos from the crowd, then added: “Who wants to say, ‘Fuck the supreme court’? One, two, three…”
“Fuck that shit. Fuck America and all these irrelevant old motherfuckers trying to tell us what to do with our fucking bodies. Fuck it.”
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lyllith · 10 months
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when Gracie said "what was I thinking looking for a sign? as if I've ever seen the stars align" and when Taylor said "I was thinking just one time maybe the stars align"
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aramielles · 1 year
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Quand Proust a écrit :
Et tandis que la vue purement charnelle qu'il avait eue de cette femme, en renouvelant perpétuellement ses doutes sur la qualité de son visage, de son corps, de toute sa beauté, affaiblissait son amour, ces doutes furent détruits, cet amour assuré quand il eut à la place pour base les données d'une esthétique certaine; sans compter que le baiser et la possession qui semblaient naturels et médiocres s'ils lui étaient accordés par une chair abîmée, venant couronner l’adoration d'une pièce de musée, lui parurent devoir être surnaturels et délicieux.
Mais quand elle lisait dans les Lettres ces mots : « ma fille », elle croyait entendre sa mère lui parler.
Il avait dû être bien beau en ces dernières heures. Lui qui toujours dans cette vie avait semblé, même assis, même marchant dans un salon, contenir l’élan d’une charge, en dissimulant d’un sourire la volonté indomptable qu’il y avait dans sa tête triangulaire, enfin il avait changé.
D’ailleurs, que nous occupions une place sans cesse accrue dans le Temps, tout le monde le sent, et cette universalité ne pouvait que me réjouir puisque c’est la vérité, la vérité soupçonnée par chacun, que je devais chercher à élucider. Non seulement tout le monde sent que nous occupons une place dans le Temps, mais cette place, le plus simple la mesure approximativement comme il mesurerait celle que nous occupons dans l’espace, puisque des gens sans perspicacité spéciale, voyant deux hommes qu’ils ne connaissent pas, tous deux à moustaches noires ou tout rasés, disent que ce sont deux hommes l’un d’une vingtaine, l’autre d’une quarantaine d’années.
Quand elle avait tinté j’existais déjà, et depuis pour que j’entendisse encore ce tintentement, il fallait qu’il n’y eût pas eu discontinuité, que je n’eusse pas un instant cessé, pris le repos de ne pas exister, de ne pas penser, de ne pas avoir conscience de moi, puisque cet instant ancien tenait encore à moi, que je pouvais encore le retrouver en moi. Et c’est parce qu’ils contiennent ainsi les heures du passé que les corps humains peuvent faire tant de mal à ceux qui les aiment, parce qu’ils contiennent tant de souvenirs de joie et de désirs déjà effacés pour eux, mais de si cruels pour celui qui contemple et prolonge dans l’ordre du temps le corps chéri dont il est jaloux, jaloux jusqu’à en souhaiter la destruction.
Et quand Stendhal a écrit :
Je deviens fou et injuste, se dit Julien en se frappant le front. Je suis isolé ici dans ce cachot ; mais je n’ai pas vécu isolé sur la terre ; j’avais la puissante idée du devoir. Le devoir que je m’étais prescrit, à tort ou à raison… a été comme le tronc d’un arbre solide auquel je m’appuyais pendant l’orage ; je vacillais, j’étais agité. Après tout, je n’étais qu’un homme… mais je n’étais pas emporté.
Et quand Tchekov a écrit :
Dans deux ou trois cents ans la vie sur la terre sera inimaginablement belle, étonnante. L’homme a besoin de cette vie-là et si elle n’existe pas encore, il doit la pressentir, l’attendre, y rêver, se préparer à la recevoir, et pour cela, voir et connaître plus que n’ont vu et connu son grand-père et père.
Quand vous verrez Trigorine, ne lui dites rien. Je l’aime. Je l’aime même plus fort qu’avant… Sujet pour un petit conte… Je l’aime, je l’aime passionnément, je l’aime jusqu’au désespoir.
Et quans Frank Wesekind a écrit :
… et si quelque jour je deviens un vieil homme à cheveux gris, alors, peut-être, tu me seras plus proche encore qu’autour de moi tous les vivants.
Maintenant je suis assis, la tête sous le bras. La lune couvre son visage, reparaît sans voile, sans être un grain plus sage. Et puis je m’en retourne à ma petite place, redresser ma croix que cet insensé, étourdiment, m’a piétinée, et quand tout est dans l’ordre, je me recouche sur le dos, je me réchauffe à la pourriture, je souris.
Et quand Byron a écrit :
My breast has been all weakness, is so yet;
But still I think I can collect my mind;
My blood still rushes where my spirit 's set,
As roll the waves before the settled wind;
My heart is feminine, nor can forget—
To all, except one image, madly blind;
So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole,
As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul.
Which best is to encounter, ghost or none,
'Twere difficult to say, but Juan looked
As if he had combated with more than one,
Being wan and worn, with eyes that hardly brooked
The light that through the Gothic windows shone.
Her Grace too had a sort of air rebuked,
Seemed pale and shivered, as if she had kept
A vigil or dreamt rather more than slept.
Et quand Jane Austen a écrit :
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope… I have loved none but you. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.
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mausolealdrift · 6 months
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its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website
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akkpipitphattana · 1 year
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i’ll never understand people who can’t make fun of their faves a little. like yes i love this character and would defend them to my grave but also they’re stupid sometimes and they do dumb things and imma make fun of them for it
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inkskinned · 10 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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alaraxia · 10 months
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needless to say the vibes were in shambles
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newttxt · 12 days
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crisis of disbelief
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egophiliac · 2 months
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was gonna wait 'til I'd done all the poms, but it's been a day, so have Vil with a Salazzle 🍎
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