Negga’s a powerful actor, the voice low and layered with bite. Her
expression, in neutral, has a sort of stoic hurt to it, making her an
ideal tragedian. And it can’t go unmentioned that she’s stunning to look
at: half Irish, half Ethiopian, massive eyes, pronounced chin and
Imagine how difficult it would be to one day wake up and not be able to see anything other than pure darkness. That exact terror happened to Mrs. Kuroki, who lost her eyesight due to diabetes. Non surprisingly, Mrs. Kurki fell into a deep depression as she found it difficult to adapt to life without her eyesight. Her husband, heartbroken by his wife’s despair, thought of an imaginative way to help her enjoy the beauty in life: knowing that human senses adjust and compensate when one is lost, Mr. Kuroki planted thousands of flowers on their property. This kind gesture has given Mrs. Kuroki a new lease on life. Before, she had been grief-stricken that she couldn’t take daily trips to the town to meet new people and to socialise; she worried she would become a recluse. However, with visitors travelling from all over the country to come and view the beautiful garden, she has made a number of new friends and welcomes everybody to visit the garden. It is said that couples are particularly fond of visiting the enchanting garden which speaks volumes about the atmosphere this loving husband has created for his wife. This is a true testament to the fact that even during complete despair, something beautiful can grow.
During dinner you
didn’t say a word. You weren’t sure if you would have bolted if you could have.
Maybe you shouldn’t have met him just yet and still taken some time to think
“I am here because I want to be in a relationship
with you, because I see a future with you by my side”. Jensen’s words lingered in your head. He
sounded so sincere, so honest. It made your heart race and maybe, just maybe,
it let your imagination run wild. A future with him would include everything
you ever wanted to have with him. Marriage, kids, growing old together with
dozens of grand kids who played in your garden, the Impala parked in your
garage and Jensen would take you on spontaneous rides on your anniversaries…
your mind played out various scenarios.
Well hello there, I am Jervis trash and this is the result of it. This loosely based on a post I made and I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Enjoy!
Jervis Tetch x Reader
Jervis Tetch always had a problem with respecting other
peoples’ privacy. So, when he found
himself following a young woman by the name of Y/N around the dreary streets of
Gotham, it was just a typical Tuesday for him.
She worked at the local bookstore he frequented and the two would make
small talk during her break while he sipped his tea. Jervis was smitten in no time with her and
soon found himself resorting back to his stalker tendencies.
There were many reasons why he enjoyed her. Y/N was beautiful no doubt, but he also loved
her sense of humor and the way she had no filter around the people she was
comfortable with. She intrigued him and
Jervis realized he needed to make her his.
Inside a cave in a narrow canyon near Tassajara
The vault of rock is painted with hands,
A multitude of hands in the twilight, a cloud of men’s palms, no more,
No other picture. There’s no one to say
Whether the brown shy quiet people who are dead intended
Religion or magic, or made their tracings
In the idleness of art; but over the division of years these careful
Signs-manual are now like a sealed message
Saying: “Look: we also were human; we had hands, not paws. All hail
You people with the cleverer hands, our supplanters
In the beautiful country; enjoy her a season, her beauty, and come down
And be supplanted; for you also are human