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LIFE IS SO DRAMATIC!!
[ ibara saegusa x gn!reader — socmed au ]
04: because love melts easily
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A/N 𖦹 i almost forgot to update this actually… school is a pain in the ass..
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I hope you find who you are looking for :) I did find this drawing of a person, I decided to draw them for you :)
(So many of their notes are incredibly relatable-)
Thank you kindly! This drawing is swell — you have a real talent, pal! That kid looks real familiar — from the illustrations on one of Mal’s magazines, ain’t it?
LOOK AT HIS ART OMG I LOVE MY BROS ART
Has me by a chokehold
forgot to post this a bit ago uhhh yoppie flower husbands!
PLEASE REBLOG!!! ^_^
Погладить и пожалеть. Моя Мини новелла.
Мне часто говорили что с моей фантазией надо писать книги. Ну не знаю… Честно села писать. Пока есть лишь скомканное предисловие. Но по-моему оно вполне удалось.
Ведь мать есть не бог, это дьявол
Что нежность и хрупкость цветка,
Бросает в объятья пиявок.
Вступление.
Прежде всего хочу развеять ошибочное суждение многих эгерцев о том что посвящена сия история их достопочтимому народу. Понимать ее следует совершенно иначе.
Многие из Вас помнят серию весьма не научных фотографий, сделанную Нун Боргильезе на других планетах. Мне врезалось в память одно их тех фото. На нем была изображена девочка-инопланетянка двенадцати лет, заключенная в клетку. Посвятить этот рассказ автор хотел все же ей, а не окружавшему ее народу, привыкшему принимать похвалы и посвящения исключительно на свой счет. Получала ли девочка достаточно пищи? Были ли живы ее родители? Клетка, в которой она помещалась, была пуста. Что наводило на самые печальные размышления. Ее история лилась на меня и давала ответы лишь самого мрачного порядка. Такого же, как окружавшая ее ночь вампиров-эгерцев.
Погладить и пожалеть, вот то, что невольно приходит в голову при взгляде на эту картину. Неизвестно в какое это происходило время. Фотографии Нун, вещь весьма абстрактная хочется верить в лучшее. Ведь реальность так часто оказывается не столь плоха как нам кажется… В памяти потомков остаются лишь мифы, при чем утрированные и превращенные в сказку, которую так увлекательно пересказывать друг другу. Настоящее же время словно стесняясь своей безинтересности, остается в тени. И будь оно молодой девушкой, просто покрылось бы краской стыда, услышав о том что осталось о нем в памяти потомков.
Stroke and regret.
Me was often told that with my imagination I should write books. Well, I don’t know... I honestly sat down to write. So far there is only a crumpled preface. But in my opinion it was quite successful.
After all, mother is not God, she is the devil. She the fragility and tenderness of a flower, Throws into the arms of the leeches...
Introduction.
In the First of all, I want to dispel the erroneous judgment of many Eger residents that this story is dedicated to their venerable people. It should be understood completely differently. Many of you remember a series of very unscientific photographs taken by Nun Borghillese on other planets. One of those photos is etched in my memory. It showed a twelve-year-old alien girl imprisoned in a cage. The author still wanted to dedicate this story to her, and not to the people around her, who were accustomed to accepting praise and dedication solely at their own expense. Did the girl get enough food? Were her parents alive? The cage in which she was placed was empty. Which led to the saddest thoughts. Her story poured into me and provided only answers of the darkest order. The same as the night of the Eger vampires that surrounded her. To stroke and feel sorry is what involuntarily comes to mind when looking at this picture. It is unknown at what time this happened. Nun's photographs are a very abstract thing, I want to believe in the best. After all, reality so often turns out to be not as bad as we think... Only myths remain in the memory of descendants, exaggerated and turned into a fairy tale, which is so fun to retell to each other. The present time, as if embarrassed by its lack of interest, remains in the shadows. And if she were a young girl, she would simply be covered with shame upon hearing about what remained about him in the memory of her descendants.
start saying "im gonna kill somebody" instead of "im gonna kms" to introduce a positive, pro-active mindset ☺️
Im felling… Fantastic
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After a year (and much procrastinating) I have finally finished my cosplay of Taylor “Skitter” Hebert from Worm! Rather happy with how this turned out all in all. I wanted to get a picture of me shooting Aster but alas, there where no dolls lying around
Ceaselessly changing
When are we ready, grown-up, clever or wise? Is there a certain phase, defined by scholars of past ages?
Human societies are all about metamorphosis: we always want to transfigure into something we think is sublime. And we very often succeed in our efforts, however, this just opens our eyes to see how vast the unknown is. I don't mean it scientifically; it's meant to be understood in the most artsy way you can imagine, I'm not going to be pretentious though, I'm just in the mood.
The past three or four months have really brought a wave of revelations and I caught a glimpse of the magnitude of the lack of knowledge about grand things I have. I'm well-aware this is terribly confusing but it's difficult for me to put my feelings into words, still, I'm compelled to give it my best shot.
Returning to my greatly eventful time, I must admit it was not at all eventful. All it was is just a period of trying my wings, seeing if I can fly. But I can't, there's just no way I could challenge the gravity and all laws of physics. I mean this, again, in a metaphorical way.
I've read books that showed me a new side of literature, I've seen movies that changed my thinking about film-making, I've had conversations that introduced me to a more humane side that people tend to conceal and I've revisited my early infatuations and through all of these things I've come to realise a great thing. I'm much less like me and much more like you -- like the entirety of us, humans. Through these things I began to understand myself more and more, to appreciate the world and each person around me.
This is an eternally complex and beautiful world. We have so little time to explore it and yet, we can always return to anything and enjoy it as if it was the first time of trying it out. We're so very close to death. But it's okay. I don't mind it because I believe that I will have emptied what fate has in store for me till my last day on Earth and what else could I wish above that? Another life? No, I'll pass. But I'll gladly go to Heaven :)
I'm in love again. In love with the Spring, the Day, Learning, Words and Actions, Traveling and You. I hope you're reading this because I'm madly in love with you Baby :)
OMG
Ides of March
There were signs.
First. Millicent died. Hux was clueless and desperate. In one hour she was playing on the table and the next one she was dying in his arms.
Bad omen. Kylo said, Hux didn't believe.
Second. Kylo begged him not to go. Begged him whole day. But Hux does not believe in force nonsenses. His life is not directed by any invisible force.
So he went.
Third. There was an old lady in the crowd. She was somehow familiar. Smelled like sea. Looked too old to be alive. She grabbed his hand with crushing force. "Beware Armitage." She said before his security dragged her from him.
Beware.
Fourth. He never feels unsure. And yet today he hesitated before the threshold of the Senate. Couldn't bring himself to make another move. Mitaka looked at him and smiled. "Emperor." He gestured the entrance letting him go ahead. Hux shook off the strange feeling and took a step.
Then the time froze. And the first blow came.
There were signs. But he missed all of them.
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This shit fantastic
https://discord.gg/SXMQpDB
Here is a link that won’t expire!
WHOS GONNA STEP TF UP AND MAKE A FANTASTIC MR. FOX DISCORD SERVER
Full-sized image here.
Breaking news of the day! Most characters who die in the Quenta Silmarillion die violently! I expect zero people who have read The Silmarillion to be surprised by that.
In other news, if you’re a Silmarillion character, simply knowing Túrin Turambar at some point in his relatively brief existence is just about as deadly as getting involved in the centuries-long pursuit of the Silmarils.
This is all in good fun, folks, because I can’t be the only person who likes crunching Silmarillion death stats on a Friday. But if you want the dull details on how I determined what went where, it’s below the jump.
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Space pasta puns
So like if fancy smart scientists decided that the theoretical process of what happens when you enter a black hole is “spaghettification,” I think we should brainstorm what the other pastas would be.
The black hole thing is because of the “infinite stretching and squashing” I believe. So like. How does one become lasagnaed? Fettucinied? Farfalled?
Lemme kiss this real quick
MUAH 💋❤
I drew my first fanart!!
What do you think? I know it’s very simple but I haven’t pulled out my tablet since…. 2014??