As some of you know, I’ve been doing a “text/letter meme” thing: HERE. [I am hoping to take requests again soon, so please feel free to send one if you like! HERE are some previous replies.]
Here is a request I received that was more like a mini-story in itself. I hope you’ll enjoy it. With many thanks to the original writer! I’m not sure I’m equal to improving on the request itself.
*BEEP* 18/21/11 Hijikata / Group Chat of all Shinsengumi (of an equal or lower rank than Hijikata: Sannan-san, yes, but not Kondou)
18 = Drunk text; 21 = Long text; 11 = Confession Via Text
Idea: Hijikata has really been hitting that saké super hard ever since he found out that his very own Saitou had gone off and married Chizuru! No more cute Chizuru-Hijikata babies to be imagined–only babies with blue hair and a strong, silent demeanour. Unfortunately for the vice commander, this was but the start of his woes as the saké drove him to send a questionable text to his fellow comrades-in-arms. And not a single one-word text of “hahaimdrunk”, oh no. This was a full-out confession from the stern vice commander himself, and his love for… well, needless to say, Saitou was not impressed.
(NEXT WEEK ON That’s So Hakuouki: How will Saitou react to Hijikata’s text? Is this the end of Hijikata’s career serving with the Shinsengumi? Will Shinpachi truly, and finally, reveal his feelings for Sano? Tune in next week to That’s So Hakuouki to find out more about this 19th-century samurai soap opera!)
só um reminder que se postam coisas portuguesas - principalmente edits, fotografias (de outras pessoas ou da vossa autoria), memes, etc - para utilizarem a tag #tuganet para toda a gente ver (e para poder ser reblogado para o blog)!
Honnêtement le fait de le voir dans le bus ou dans les metros, meme apres 1 ans et demi ça me fait quelques choses. Toujours là à me regarder comme si il attendait quelque choses de moi. Mais quesquil veut?? Après tout ce qu'il ma fait, de nombreuse fois pardonné! Je sais pas. Il est trop bizzare et je ne sais jamais comment reagir. Je l'ignore? Je lui souris? Je l'embrasse? Aucune idée
moi franchement je lui calerai un petit doigt d'honneur entre deux sourires
Candide ou L'optimisme is a French satire first published in 1759 by Voltaire, a philosopher of the Age of Enlightenment.
It begins with a young man, Candide, who is living a sheltered life in an Edenic paradise and being indoctrinated with Leibnizian optimism (or simply Optimism) by his mentor, Pangloss.
The work describes the abrupt cessation of this lifestyle, followed by Candide’s slow, painful disillusionment as he witnesses and experiences great hardships in the world.
Voltaire concludes with Candide, if not rejecting optimism outright, advocating a deeply practical precept, “we must cultivate our garden”, in lieu of the Leibnizian mantra of Pangloss, “all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds”. (x)