a price for miracles

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How was it possible to be afraid and in love… The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle. ― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

He’s Gone.

He looks so peaceful, almost like he’s sleeping, which he is, but not really. Magnus has seen many a people brought to him in this condition. Family members begging and pleading with him to fix their loved ones. Wake them up. Preform a miracle. Sometimes he can, sometimes he gives smiles and souls back to the people who loved them so much they were willing to pay his high prices and demands. But most often than not, there were no miracles. The person never woke up, and never recovered. That’s usually what happens. Not this time though. Not this person. Not Alexander.

He’s going to be fine. He has to be. He’s a good person, he has served the angels up above well. He’s always done the right and good thing, except maybe his association with himself. Half demon, warlock. Maybe not that. But if anyone is to blame for that it should be himself. He begged his Nephilim to choose him, to choose happiness. So if the angel Raziel or any other wants to punish his Alexander, don’t. Punish him. Just leave this one alone. Leave Alexander alone. Let him live, let him be happy for one more moment, one more year, and one more decade longer. Please, please, please.

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How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.
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Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

This is such a goddamn beautiful line.

@neverparted || continued.


She might have again lost her sight, but in blindness the little cleric found anew a vivaciousness in her healing soul. She laughed like the happy young woman in Milan, rather than trembled in fear for the beastly ordeal that had transpired in the Church. That much showed not only in her manner around people, but in the unbridled affection she had for the baronet.

How deft indeed were the hands of the inventor; with a slender finger she felt the lace that lined her corset slowly slip from its fastening. Fleurette’s pale lips ghosted his, never quite touching, never quite offering him the satisfaction of a kiss enclosed. Her hand continued its journey south, the dainty little thing stroking him all-too encouragingly through his attire.

               ❝Thomas…❞

Pilot Pitches

hey i know i haven’t posted anything for 8 years but. for a TV writing class I took we had to bring in TV show pitches. Tell me what you think of these two i wrote (the language is weird bc im emulating like. tv pitch language)


Miracle Boy!

Aimless twenty-something Danny Price’s life changes forever when he gains the identity and powers of the fantastic comic book heroine Miss Miracle. His biggest trouble had been an unrequited crush on his seemingly straight roommate Brian, but now he fights crime every night as a superheroine everyone thought was fictional. Things get more complicated when Danny finds out that Brian has fallen for him – or at least, for his feminine alter-ego. Soon, Danny’s best friend and Miss Miracle super-fan Chloe starts to notice that he’s behaving oddly and she uncovers his secret just after seeing “Miss Miracle” kiss Brian. Disillusioned that the mantle of her icon has gone to a man who uses it for personal gain, Chloe confronts Danny and insists he use his powers more selflessly. The pair team up with the bitter and burnt up “Miss Miracle” TV actress Carla Lindau and reclusive creator of the character Percival S Graves when some of the heroine’s bizarre old villains start coming to life. Thrust into a world of fandom, fantasy and feminism, Danny has to do the right thing without making it all about him. Luckily, Chloe is there to guide him on the finer points of both comic trivia and morality. 


Facerippers (almost definitely not the final title)

In a future where technology can change people’s appearance and DNA with ease, lone reporter June Song must navigate a web of disguise, deception and intrigue in order to solve a politically-motivated murder. June can’t resist investigating when a Senator is seemingly killed by his exact duplicate, but her questions quickly land her in trouble. She starts investigating Helix technology, a recent leap forward in cosmetic surgery that allows people to alter themselves at the genetic level and transform entirely. June discovers that by stealing someone’s history with any Helix machine, you can recreate their “face-code” and alter yourself to look exactly like them. As she begins to piece together a conspiracy, someone who looks just like June makes an attempt on the life of the head of the Helix Corporation. Now a fugitive, June seeks help from the only place she can go – other criminals like her. She meets Antigone “Tig” Brown, a ‘Splicer’ who performs illegal Helix operations on people to help them get off the grid. Tig’s splicer gang turns out to be behind the killing June was investigating, but as she learns more about their cause she doesn’t know where she stands. In a superficial and illusive world where beauty is weaponized, June must uncover the truth at any cost.

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“How was it possible to be afraid and in love… The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“How was it possible to be afraid and in love… The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.” - The Price of Salt

If you enter into healing, be prepared to lose everything. Healing is a ravaging force to which nothing seems sacred or inviolate. As my original pain releases itself in healing, it rips to shreds the structures and foundations I built in weakness and ignorance. Ironically and unjustly, only I can pay the price of having lived a lie. I am experiencing the bizarre miracle of reincarnating, more lucidly than at birth, in the same lifetime.
—  Ely Fuller

2012 Dr. F. Weins-Prüm Estate Riesling

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, everybody! I helped Santa deliver gifts last night and I am now enjoying a baby, value German Riesling! White and yellow flowers, hint of white stone, candied lemon rind, pear dessert, and a hint of apfelstrudel on the nose! Sweet pear, apple, and daffodils on the palate with some candied lemon on the finish. The balance isn’t as impressive as in a higher quality Mosel Riesling, but at this price, this is a Christmas miracle! Merry Christmas, everybody!

4/5 bones

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Riesling

10.5% abv

Mosel, GERMANY

TABARNAK

«Ces étudiants, ces maudits gauchistes que vous accusiez d'être des bébés gâtés nombrilistes lors du printemps 2012, se mobilisent activement et solidairement pour les travailleurs, les citoyens, les familles… pour vous. Est-ce si étonnant, et ce malgré votre attitude indigne? Pendant qu'ils se font matraquer, harceler, intimider, critiquer - parce qu'ils ont osé être ce qu'ils sont : des étudiants qui réfléchissent et qui contestent l'absurdité des nos politiques et politiciens - vous êtes tranquillement assis dans votre salon à regarder Carey Price multiplier les miracles, en vous disant tout bonnement que tout va bien, mis à part ces @%$#& d'étudiants qui bloquent les rues du centre-ville.»

I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, ‘Well, I’ve had it with humanity.’

But I was wrong. I don’t know what’s going to be revealed to be behind all of this mayhem. One human insect or a poisonous mass of broken sociopaths.

But here’s what I DO know. If it’s one person or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS the destruction to help out … This is a giant planet and we’re lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and they’re pointed towards darkness.

But the vast majority stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We’d have eaten ourselves alive long ago.

So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, ‘The good outnumber you, and we always will.’

— 

Patton Oswalt

A quote I like to remind myself of in times of tragedy <3

love thoughts and prayers to all xx