Yoi Week Day 6: History Maker // Option D: A song that reminds you of Yuri!!! on Ice// // Clean Bandit - Rather Be //
There could be only one. youtube link here: https://youtu.be/MVPBAjDWGy8 (we’ll see if that lasts :,D) yeah, I have no idea if it’s “shake me” or “shame” me, but honestly both are perfect. I’m twelve years old again and I regret NOTHING.
Watch this program YOU WON’T REGRET IT this is Tatsuki Machida’s short program from Cup Of China that had everyone talking and screaming about the sudden changes he had made in his skating style (idk if he was thinking about katsudon but i do have a general idea what was going through his mind) THIS was the first page in his book of hi-sto-ryyyyy
> People telling misinformation about backers only getting Act 1 and WhatPumpkin having to come through to say that they get all Acts.
> Same guy complaining about Hussie having a team of people to work with instead of doing it all by himself.
> Saying how the ending sucked and the Fandom is dead and he’s just milking it for money.
> Saying how it’s a shame and a fiasco the project came to fruition- Even though the VERY FACT it continued after the whole mess with The Odd Gentlemen and became a game is very admirable, but deciding to ignore such a fact because
> “Lamenting” how the 3D looked “Better” than the 2D.
God why are people so salty?
I’m gonna play the shit out of Hiveswap when it comes out and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. And if I had been able to donate to the Kickstarter back then, I would have GLADLY done so and not regretted a single cent.
Ah, you three women whom I have loved in this
long life, along with the few others.
And the four I may have loved, or stopped short
of loving. I wander through these woods
making songs of you. Some of regret, some
of longing, and a terrible one of death.
I carry the privacy of your bodies
and hearts in me. The shameful ardor
and the shameless intimacy, the secret kinds
of happiness and the walled-up childhoods.
I carol loudly of you among trees emptied
of winter and rejoice quietly in summer.
A score of women if you count love both large
and small, real ones that were brief
and those that lasted. Gentle love and some
almost like an animal with its prey.
What is left is what’s alive in me. The failing
of your beauty and its remaining.
You are like countries in which my love
took place. Like a bell in the trees
that makes your music in each wind that moves.
A music composed of what you have forgotten.
That will end with my ending.
so around 3am last night I had a mini breakdown and needed to be vulnerable and talk to God. i remember saying, “You know I always tell people that it’s okay to feel shameful because You’ll accept them as they are the way they are. So why is it so hard for me to come to you full of shame and regret? Why do you have so much grace for someone like me?” And I heard Him say, “Because I love you.” and so simple to hear but to know that when I feel so shameful and vulnerable God still loves us and welcomes us into His embrace.
to the bone but feeling so free. What a huge moment this is for me.
Owning my past, being open, and having no shame or regrets about my
experiences. Sharing my history with eating disorders and how personal
this film has been is one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life.
Thank you for all your love and support. I’m sending all of mine right
back (especially today!) and remember, you are never ever alone #Unfiltered…
i’m rewatching jane the virgin and the first season is Really Getting To Me. like i understood from the beginning that jane’s grandma was a huge influence on her when it came to religion, but the shame she put that lil girl through. lmao. why does her decision to not have sex until marriage have to be rooted in shame, intimidation tactics, and a fear of ending up like her mom. cos her mom is chilling, her mom’s decisions about sex come from her own choices. her mom doesn’t come off as regretful to me.
i overlooked this when i was first watching the show cos it was realistic! even relateable to an extent! but now i’m just wishing that this was all written differently. jane’s religion is such an important part of her life. why not frame it positively, as a decision she’s made? because she believes in her own autonomy as a person in every other aspect of her life, why wouldn’t her faith be constructed in a similar manner?
it just really doesn’t line up with the rest of her character imo.
Never put yourself down for what you like. Don’t ever regret loving something. Even if you one day lose interest in it, don’t look back with shame or “cringe.” It was important to you at one time, and the reasons why are probably still there inside you. Everything you love, even the little things, even the trivial things, like some dumb video or old joke, all of that is important for the joy or hope or comfort or whatever they may have brought you, and small as they might seem, I think they all deserve a certain measure of respect for that- and so do you, for loving them.
Apologies won’t do so much good, considering all that I
Vainly, I started a war in which neither red nor silver won
Each day, I long for nothing but you, Mare, and my deliverance
Notwithstanding the pain I have willingly carved in your
heart, I long for you - and your forgiveness.
Can a heartless man get another chance? In another
lifetime, I hope,
Another chance to see if goodness can overcome my dark,
Lowly, I bowed my head, as the shames of my life rises in
my throat. I need to finish this.
Obediently, I followed the last wish of the beating one
which has deceived me for so long. I need to finish this.
Regret will follow my grave. Yes. But, Mare, I believe that
even the darkest person deserves to rest.
Eventually, but not now. I understand. Your forgiveness
will be with me in the afterlife.
House of Calore; House
The real traitor prince;
The fallen king
“Lies bring me up, lies
will bring me down”
Writ this day,
Day of my Death
“Close his eyes. Close his eyes, Cal.” I tremble
at the sight of the lifeless body in front of me. Tainted in silver. A dagger
pierced in his heart.
Cal goes to him and smoothly runs his hand over
his brother’s face to shut his eyes.
“It’s going to be fine. Everything will be,” he
says. He puts a warm hand over mine but even his fire can’t kill the coldness
inside me. I shiver violently. Tears stream down on my face. I break our
contact, snatching back my hand.
“I love him.”
“He doesn’t deserve this.”
“No one does.”
“I forgive him.” I move closer to Maven’s body. “I
forgive you. Even after everything.” I whisper, leaning to him. His temperature
dropping and matching mine. For some reasons, I feel like we’re the same. He is
lifeless, cold. Dead.
I am too! Lifeless. Cold. Dead. I can’t feel my
heart beating. I can’t hear it beating.
“Mare. We have to go.”
“I hope my forgiveness finds you.” I can’t hear
Cal. I can’t hear anyone. My tears are so loud. I plant a swift kiss on the
corner of his lips. I allow myself to stay there for a while.
“Mare.” Cal moved closer to me. He puts a hand on
my shoulder, urging me to stand up.
My lips are wet with both my tears and Maven’s
silver blood. I stand beside Cal, both of us looking at the fallen king.
“I still love him. Until we meet again.” Cal knows
the last four words are for his fallen brother.
After all this time, the real traitor prince, the
betrayer, the murderer, the grandest liar… has my heart.