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Additional Aziraphale x Crowley monomyth evidence—though, as the last photo suggests, they may be neither more nor less than extrojects of their authors’ divergences? I’m reminded (unsurprisingly, to @tea-and-liminality) of Maurice, Brideshead Revisited, and assorted other beautiful-British-boy vehicles, mainly centered around class differences. And of my original fancast, years ago—that Fry x Laurie should play angel x demon [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ]

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진짜 별거 아니다 그니까 떨지 말고 긴장하지 말고 더도 말고 덜도 말고 한 만큼만 하고 와라 아침에 부모님이 태워주신다고 하면 네 알겠습니다 하고 타고 가고 괜히 짜증 내지 말고

It’s really nothing biggie. Don’t freak out or get nervous. Just do as much as you have prepared, neither more nor less. If your parents ask you to give you a ride, be polite and say yes. Don’t be mean to them.

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“She can still play at them—she pretends to be a Senator, she still wields the moral authority of a former Queen, and she is not shy about using her reputation for fierce physical courage to her advantage in political debate—but her inmost reality, the most fundamental, unbreakable core of her being, is something entirely different. 

She is Anakin Skywalker’s wife. 

Yet wife is a word too weak to carry the truth of her; wife is such a small word, such a common word, a word that can come from a downturned mouth with so many petty, unpleasant echoes. 

For Padme Amidala, saying I am Anakin Skywalker’s wife is saving neither more nor less than I am alive.”

Revenge of the Sith novelization, by Matthew Stover

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수능 치고 나오는 다른 애들은 막 부모님이 태워가고 친구들끼리 수능 끝났으니 어디가자 막 그러는 게 다 들렸음 혼자 회색 목도리 칭칭 두르고 다시 가로수길 가로질러가는데 나 혼자 흑백인 기분 올 때보다 갈 때가 더 멀어 보였음

The other kids who finished the college entrance exam were picked up by their parents, friends gathered after it finished to discuss where to go. I wrapped my grey scarf around (my neck) and walked through garosugil again but at that time, walking alone (like that), it gave me feeling like I was the only one in black and white.

걸어가는데 수십수만 가지 기분이 들더라 12년 학교생활이 드디어 끝난 건가 싶기도 하고 쟤들은 좋겠다 난 연습하러 가야 하는데 아 나도 부모님이랑 밥 먹고 싶다 뭐 이런 생각들?

On my way back, thousands of emotions sprung from me, “my 12 years of school life has finally finished?”, “It must be nice for them to be able to do things with friends”, “I have to go practice though”, “Ah I also want to eat with my parents”, I had these kind of thoughts?

걸어서 숙소 갔는데 동생들이 시험 잘 봤냐고 물어 보더라 잘 봤을 리가 있겠나 그냥 시험지 잘 보고 왔다고 했다 시험치고 온 그 날도 못잤다 이상한 기분이 들어서 허무하기도 하고 여러가지 생각이 들었음

I walked home and they asked me how the exam was. I said, “How could I do well…I just stared at the paper.” I couldn’t sleep that night, either. It was weird. I felt empty and had so many things going on my mind.

나도 그랬는데 너희라고 안 그럴까 그러니 긴장하지 말고 떨지 말고 차분히 시험 봐라 모르면 3번 찍고 솔직히 학창시절 기억에 남는 일 있냐고 물어보면 없다고 이야기한다 진짜 기억이 안 난다 18살 이후의 학창시절은 특히 더

I was like that, no different from you guys so don’t be nervous and tremble and calmly take the exam. If you don’t know (the answer) then tick the 3rd one, honestly, if you were to ask me what I remember from my days being a student at school, I would say ‘nothing’. I really don’t remember. Even more, my life as a student after I turn 18.

18살 때부터 고등학생 2학년 고등학생 3학년이 아니라 연습생 1년 차 연습생 2년 차였었다 진짜로 수능장 갈 때 떨렸던 게 사실 설렜던 거였을지도 18살 이후론 수학여행이고 소풍이고 못 갔었으니

From when I was 18, I wasn’t a 2nd grade high schooler, a 3rd grade high schooler, I was a 1 year trainee, 2 year trainee. It could be that I was in fact fluttered and not nervous when I was on my way to the college entrance exam location. From after I turned 18 years old, I couldn’t even go on school trips or outings.

내일 수능치고 마음껏 놀아라 잘치든 못치든 12년간 지겹도록 경쟁만 했으니 놀아야지 술은 먹지말고 아직 미성년자니까 20살 되면 마시셈 난 수능치고 그 날 연습했음 진짜로 그리고 숙소에서 다 같이 밥먹었음

After the exam, go play as much as you want. Whether you do well or not, you deserve that time for competing for 12 long years. Don’t drink alcohol since you are still underage. Do it after you turn 20. I had to practice after the exam. I’m serious. Then I ate in our dorm with other trainees.

그렇게 수능 치고 멍하게 며칠 있으니까 스무 살. 나의 스무 살 1월 1일은 술도 아니고 클럽도 아니고 가족과 함께 부산에 간 거다 진짜 바다밖에 안 보이는 이상한 곳이었음 유배당한 기분 난 스무 살 되면 진짜 뿅 하고 인생이 스펙타클해지는 줄 알았다

I turned 20 after a few days of (my thoughts) blankly (wandering off). My 1st January as a 20 year old wasn’t drinking or clubbing, it was going to Busan with my family. A weird place where there really wasn’t much besides the sea. It felt like I was exiled (from society) and I thought that when I turn 20, my life will turn into a ‘bbyong’ spectacular

근데 안 그러더라 수능도 그렇게 스무 살도 그렇고 다 특별할 줄 알았는데 별거 없었다 진짜 그러니까 떨지 말라고 별거 아니니까 주관식 모르겠으면 0 아니면 1이라더라 난 0으로 했던거 같다 맞았는지 틀렸는지 기억도 안남

But I was wrong. The college entrance exam and turning 20 were not that big of a deal. So don’t be nervous, it’s really nothing. If you don’t know any of the short-answer math questions, write 0 or 1. I wrote 0, although I don’t remember if I got it right or not.

진짜 별거 아니다 그니까 떨지 말고 긴장하지 말고 더도 말고 덜도 말고 한 만큼만 하고 와라 아침에 부모님이 태워주신다고 하면 네 알겠습니다 하고 타고 가고 괜히 짜증 내지 말고

It’s really nothing biggie. Don’t freak out or get nervous. Just do as much as you have prepared, neither more nor less. If your parents ask you to give you a ride, be polite and say yes. Don’t be mean to them.

수능 못 칠 수도 있지 하지만 이왕 치는 거 잘 치고 와라 2016 대입 수능 다들 대박 나고 답 밀렸다고 울지 말고 정신 차리고 마킹하고 이제 우유랑 상추 먹고 자려고 해야지 한 열한시나 열두시에 잠들 테니 얼른 우유랑 상추 먹고 자라

It’s OK to mess up, but while you are at it, do well. Hope everyone does well on the 2016 college entrance exam. Don’t cry if you mark your answers wrong. Stay focused when you are doing it. You should go drink milk and eat lettuce now so you can fall asleep by 11 pm or 12 am. Go get milk and lettuce and sleep already.

잘자고 시험잘쳐라 화이팅 빠이빠이

Goodnight and do well in your exams, fighting, byebye

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Things must be accepted as they are. What is more, to say that we invent values means neither more nor less than this: life has no meaning a priori. Life itself is nothing until it is lived, it is we who give it meaning, and value is nothing more than the meaning we give it.
—  Jean Paul Sartre

This is Padme Amidala:

 

She is an astonishingly accomplished young woman, who in her short life has been already the youngest-ever elected Queen of her planet, a daring partisan guerrilla, and a measured, articulate, and persuasive voice of reason in the Republic Senate.

 

But she is, at this moment, none of these things.

 

She can still play at them-she pretends to be a Senator, she still wields the moral authority of a former Queen, and she is not shy about using her reputation for fierce physical courage to her advantage in political debate-but her inmost reality, the most fundamental, unbreakable core of her being, is something entirely different.

 

She is Anakin Skywalker’s wife.

 

Yet wife is a word too weak to carry the truth of her; wife is such a small word, such a common word, a word that can come from a downturned mouth with so many petty, unpleasant echoes. For Padme Amidala, saying 1 am Anakin Skywalker’s wife is saving neither more nor less than I am alive.

 

Her life before Anakin belonged to someone else, some lesser being to be pitied, some poor impoverished spirit who could never suspect how profoundly life should be lived.

 

Her real life began the first time she looked into Anakin Sky-walker’s eyes and found in there not the uncritical worship of little Annie from Tatooine, but the direct, unashamed, smoldering passion of a powerful Jedi: a young man, to be sure, but every centimeter a man-a man whose legend was already growing within the Jedi Order and beyond. A man who knew exactly what he wanted and was honest enough to simply ask for it; a man strong enough to unroll his deepest feelings before her without fear and without shame. A man who had loved her for a decade, with faithful and patient heart, while he waited for the act of destiny he was sure would someday open her own heart to the fire in his.

 

But though she loves her husband without reservation, love does not blind her to his faults. She is older than he, and wise enough to understand him better than he does himself. He is not a perfect man: he is prideful, and moody, and quick to anger-but these faults only make her love him the more, for his every flaw is more than balanced by the greatness within him, his capacity for joy and cleansing laughter, his extraordinary generosity of spirit, his passionate devotion not only to her but also in the service of every living being.

 

He is a wild creature who has come gently to her hand, a vine tiger purring against her cheek. Every softness of his touch, every kind glance or loving word is a small miracle in itself. How can she not be grateful for such gifts?

 

This is why she will not allow their marriage to become public knowledge. Her husband needs to be a Jedi. Saving people is what he was born for; to take that away from him would cripple every good thing in his troubled heart.

 

Now she holds him in their infinite kiss with both arms tight around his neck, because there is a cold dread in the center of her heart that whispers this kiss is not infinite at all, that it’s only a pause in the headlong rush of the universe, and when it ends, she will have to face the future.

 

And she is terrified.

 

Because while he has been away, everything has changed.

 

Today, here in the hallway of the Senate Office Building, she brings him news of a gift they have given each other-a gift of joy, and of terror. This gift is the edge of a knife that has already cut their past from their future.

 

For these long years they have held each other only in secret, only in moments stolen from the business of the Republic and the war; their love has been the perfect refuge, a long quiet afternoon, warm and sunny, sealed away from fear and doubt, from duty and from danger. But now she carries within her a planetary terminator that will end their warm afternoon forever and leave them blind in the oncoming night.

 

She is more, now, than Anakin Skywalker’s wife.

 

She is the mother of Anakin Skywalker’s unborn child.

anonymous asked:

in FP ch2 you mention that vitaly lost his innocent after "the first time he witnessed viktor raping" yuuri. does that mean that vitaly has had to watch his mama being raped more than once? what about the other kids? :( poor bbies..

Viktor never forces the kids to watch. Ever. It’s really by accident that Vitaly sees it. Yulian more or less knows what’s going in, but neither he nor Alyona ever actually witness it. 

“The Man From The Past” - Derek Luh Fanfic (PART 25)

PART 24

‘Y/n, it was me…I was one of those guys..’

‘Y/n, it was me…I was one of those guys..’

‘It was me..’ 

‘I was one of those guys..’ 

The same sentences kept repeating in my head over and over again while I was wandering down the empty dark streets. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t know what I was doing, but that wasn’t even important at this point. The only thing that was important was that the man who I love more than anyone in this world had tried to rape 17 year old girl and then lied to that same girl. 

Suddenly, everything became clear to me, everything was making sense now. It made sense now why he was so upset the first time I told him about the nightmare, why he was upset every time I mentioned it, why his mood changed every time he’d wake up to hold me after I had the nightmare.

He knew. He knew from the very first time I told him and he kept it from me. He lied to me from the beginning and honestly, I’m not sure what hurts more; the fact that he was the one who attempted to do that or the fact that he knew and lied to me all this time. Either way, he ruined my life, he betrayed me and hurt me like no one ever had before and I will never be able to forgive him that. 

This is not even comparable with what Kyle did. This hurts more than a few slaps from Kyle. It hurts way more because I didn’t love Kyle and I loved Derek. God, did I love. I was ready to give up everything just for him, just for us and our future and he ruined it with just a few words. 

I sat on the nearest bench by some small park, I was running out of breath as I couldn’t refrain my groans. I didn’t even know what the time was since I didn’t have my phone with me. I wanted to be alone, but I knew I couldn’t stay on the bench whole night, but I also couldn’t go home now. I wasn’t ready to face anyone of my family right now because then I’d have to tell him about what happened three years ago and what happened now and I’m not mentally ready for that. 

I looked around a bit to realize that I was sitting across Bella’s building. Lately, I seem only to go to her when something goes wrong. I even put one of the most important persons in my life aside because of him. I put him before everything and everyone and this is what I got. I could’ve lost everyone because of him. I fucking hate him. 

I stood in front of door of Bella’s apartment and rang the doorbell. She’s gonna hate me, who knows what time it is, but I’m sure it’s very early, too early. I rang a few more times and after about 3-4 minutes the door opened revealing neither more nor less than my brother. 

‘Ian?’ 

‘Y-Y/n?’ He suttered rubbing the back of his neck. ‘W-what are you doing here now?’ 

‘What are you doing here?’ I asked and then Bella appeared behind him. 

‘Y/n?!’ Her eyes widened and I burst in tears putting my hands over my eyes. 

‘Y/n, what’s wrong? What happened?’ Both, Ian and Bella asked putting their hands on my arms and bringing me inside. ‘Why are you crying? What’s wrong?’ 

‘Bella, it was Derek.’ I sobbed. 

‘What..?’ She asked confusedly. 

‘He was the one who tried to rape me three years ago.’ 

‘Oh my God, what?!’ 

‘WHAT?!’ Ian’s eyes widened. ‘What did you just say?!’ He asked angrily and clearly in disbelief. 

‘That can’t be true, y/n, no..’ Bella said putting her hand over her mouth and then pulling me into a hug. ‘That can’t be true..’ 

‘He lied to me’ 

‘What the fuck is going on?! Someone explain me before I go to his apartment and beat the shit out of him based on what I just heard!’ Ian said. 

I wasn’t ready to talk about it with any of my family members, but I now I had no choice. Ian was about to find out. 

Bella pulled back and nodded her head confirming that I have to tell Ian everything. 

PART 26

So River spent much of her life loving the Doctor and believing that he didn’t love her back–in other words, not as much as she loved him, and yet she decided it was worth still loving him regardless of how much more she believed she loved him. She was also mistaken about the amount of love the Doctor had for her.

And that’s very Rory of her to do, isn’t it? Rory thought (mistakenly) that he loved Amy more than Amy loved him; he even thought (mistakenly) that it was a basic fact of their relationship. And he had decided that he was going to love her regardless of how much more he believed he believed he loved her.

But in both cases the couples needed to communicate and come to the conclusion that they both love each other very much, neither more nor less than the other.

I find it very interesting that River took after Rory in this respect, since in both cases I think that presumption hides a deep insecurity–they both fear, deep down, that the other person doesn’t really love them and that if they saw who they really are, the other person would abandon them because they weren’t some perfect hero. 

One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel; — every canvass means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him
Fair as the moon and joyfull as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

“In an Artist’s Studio”
Christina Rossetti
1856

A note of caution regarding the dangers of Pre-Raphaelite worship of the female muse.

For @zaynspocband, based on this quote: “I want you. I want you when I pass old churches & dream of my back against them & your mouth on my neck whispering christ.” Hope you enjoy it!

Harry’s not religious. Sometimes he feels like people think he is, because he’s interested in them, but he’s not—he doesn’t believe, not really. Not in fate or karma or any of those things, and not in God or Christ or any of those things. He wishes he could, sometimes, wishes he could have that comfort, but he just—he wasn’t raised that way, and he can’t find it in him. But he’s always been intrigued by faith, the trappings and the heart of it. By old churches with their pews worn by years and years of people coming to worship, by the vaulted cathedrals he’s seen in his travels, where people thought they found God in the colored light. By how Zayn would take the time, not always but sometimes, when he was feeling lost or unsure or pensive.

Harry would watch, sometimes, at how Zayn’s face centered, as he knelt. It was wrong, maybe, to think of him as beautiful then—to think about the calm of him, in that moment, to see how each muscle relaxed, how he bowed his head like Zayn never did otherwise, and the line of his neck as he did. Harry never watched for long, when he did at all; more likely he’d leave the room, settle outside of it so he could make sure no one else went in. And after—Zayn would come out, and look at him, and his smile would be sweet and bright, and Harry’s heart would flutter like he tried to pretend it didn’t.

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We feel for Cecil because, perhaps, we feel guilty for being us: lions and elephants are at the top of a local food chain, neither more nor less noble than any other animal. But we know that that their natural dominance can be undone in an instant by our cultural inventions: a dentist with a weapon and money can send a lion to its death.
—  Adam Gopnik, “Cecil and the Law of the Playground

atlerion  asked:

Can we still ask you things about Pacific Rim? Because I just saw the featurette "Drift Space" and got a bit confused: I didn't feel like there was any physical/romantic attraction between Raleigh and Mako (but rather a really intense sort of friendship, then again, I might be wrong) but the featurette stated that they are each others' "Present Love Interest". Have I missed something?

You can still ask questions about Pacific Rim. I’ve been a bit mum on it lately, just knowing how much stuff is now in the works (that I don’t want to spoil). But I’ll still try to answer what I feel like I can from time to time. As for Raleigh and Mako, my take on their relationship is that it’s neither more nor less romantic than it seems in the film. It is indeed a pretty intense friendship, but it’s a pretty new one too. Calling them “love interests” might be a bit much.