Is it just me, or is the demonic dialogue in Doktor Faustus a total ripoff of Ivan’s conversations with the devil in The Brother’s Karamazov except more irritating every possible respect?
we’re a ways away from Goethe and Marlowe but it’s still been done before. It’s not a bad scene, but like all the best things in this novel, it’s ruined by the unavoidable parallels to other, better novels.
okay hey my dudes .. i’m ale, and i-i’m so nervous i am literally quaking .. anyway um hi i’m from california, i love baseball ( smh @ the dodgers tho .. ), i have two dogs one flat coated retriever named king and a dachshund named bella ! i’m a freshman in college who is finally on thanksgiving break, and i’m studying film ! i think that’s pretty much all about me, i just spend my time watching netflix and nicholas sparks movies. ok so enough about me i’ll link you jaxon’sSTATS PAGE and his TRAITS page which will serve as like an ‘about’ because i suck at lengthy bio’s, bc lbr i cant even describe myself. ok so, like this to plot !
Ahh I was supposed to upload this last week (for Father’s Day) but I procrastinated too much and now everything is a mess. Also, I’m so sorry this is text-heavy ;;o;; i kinda just threw scenarios together and mashed them into one post kkfkfgjkfgj
Anyway, I’ve received lots of questions asking about how Taemin really feels about Jumin. Taemin definitely loves Jumin, but after Jumin became busier with work (hello Mr. Chairman), he became closer to MC and doesn’t like it when Jumin ‘tries to steal’ MC’s attention away from him.
Older Taemin is basically just a quiet & petty boy who is generally salty about many things, not just Jumin :D
((This comic set takes place a few years before the Jumin + Vending Machine comic. By then, Jumin tries to give little Taemin his attention as much as he can. But the boy remains a bit salty sometimes skhgjdfg))
??? “why is Jincheol there” – to be answered someday soon :D
it’s legit terrifying to me to see people reblogging george w. bush gifsets with “protect him,” “pure,” and other bullshit tumblrisms in the comments/tags. like wtf are y'all doing read his fucking wikipedia page
okay so i went to bo burnham’s website bc i was rewatching make happy and he mentioned it (shameless self-promotion works kids don’t give up on your dreams) and when you go to boburnham.com you get this screen
and if you click yes then it goes to his about page
so okay sure cool but if you click no?
it goes to a webpage with a bunch of pictures of his dog with the caption “this is my dog bruce and i love him”
like this page isn’t linked anywhere on the main headers for his website it’s just accessible if you know the url or if you answered “no” to the question “are you happy”
Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in
a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol
okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!
Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world. But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.
“How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?” Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air. The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.
Oh Lord Jesus, Thor and whatever God(s) willing to listen. My Hillary Clinton post is circulating again. Run. Save yourselves from the neo-nazis and the “I’m a feminist but” internalizers. I’ll try to hold them off.
The world could change a lot in four months, transforming from dull and grey to full of life and color. The once white ground now was sprouting with sprigs of green, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers blooming. Your eyes were constantly enticed, watching the cherry blossoms in the park flutter to the ground when the wind blew too hard, noticing how the number of people out every day had multiplied as the weather improved. The earth looked new, fresh, like someone had turned it off and back on again, resetting it to his most gentle settings, ones that emitted joy. It was all in stark contrast to how it had been just weeks ago. The world had moved on in the past four months, things had changed, and in some ways, so had you.