Three hours. Loki had exactly three hours of free time before someone would come looking for him. That’s what Stark had told him, anyway.
Ten minutes ago, Loki stood in Fury’s office rolling his eyes as Stark droned on and on about what he was not allowed to do while he was out on the town alone. It seemed the only thing he was allowed to do was walk. And even that might get him into trouble if he walked in the wrong direction. Still, no matter how stupid Stark’s threats sounded to him, he was very much looking forward to his time outside the tower. It had been almost five years since Loki had arrived, and he had never been out unless he was shackled to his oaf brother.
so many people miss the point of stellar’s vibrato video, that whole era is commentary on sexuality. the use of symbolism is a smart way to convey their message. which is women who take control of their sexuality are so vilified by the public they become afraid of their sexuality. (see the paralells between the glass box and the mirrored box). it’s a brilliant jab at the media which the media falls right into as they’re so busy trying to tear them down the symbolism passes over their heads.
sometimes, in the silence of the simulated night, shiro thinks. and with no one around to stop him, to draw his attentions away from the horrors that lie within him, he falls into the deep abyss of memories and pain that he wants so desperately to forget. but no matter how hard he tries, no matter his attempts at distracting himself, he always ends up thinking.
his thoughts are jagged and sharp, piercing his mind as it tries to escape, to leave behind the fears and doubts and anguish and the hollow shell of a prisoner-turned-soldier.
his thoughts are racing, never touching on one memory for too long before it shifts to another, more painful one, always spiraling into something more horrific, more engulfing, until he’s not sure where he is.
is he in the castleship, safe in the darkness of his room? or is he back in the arena, howling from the pain of a gash across his face, skin flapping in the breeze as dust and dirt mix with salty tears?
sometimes, in the silence of the night, shiro can still hear his screams.
(lit.: angel's patience) great amount of patience
(lit.: party-evening) the rest of the day that remains after work
the desire/longing to travel to faraway places/ foreign countries
(lit.: fingertips-feeling) good skill in handling things/ sensitivity and empathy
(lit.: foreign shame) shame that arises from the compassion with someone who made a fool of himself
more than safety, protection and invulnerability, it symbolises peace, warmth and calm you feel especially when you're with the people you're close to (e.g. family, friends)
feeling of comfort
valuable and personally important possessions
(lit.: inner pig-dog = weaker self) the part of a person that they have to overcome to be productive
objects with superficial beauty that are actually useless but are appreciated nonetheless
(lit.: conflict ability/skill) ability to deal with conflict / ability to constructively solve interpersonal conflicts
(lit.: grief/sorrow bacon (fat)) gained weight from emotional overeating (especially after a breakup)
(lit.: life's lie) a lie that you tell yourself to make life more bearable
(lit.: with-thinking) ability to think for yourself and do more than what you were demanded to do / trying to find a conceptional solution to a problem together with other people
intense inner longing for somebody, something or a place
(lit.: schnapps idea) a ridiculous and crazy plan/idea you have while you are drunk
(lit.: language feeling) feeling/sense of language, instinctive feel for a certain language / intuitive feeling of what is linguistically appropriate
(lit.: little stand up man) someone who doesn't give up and begins anew
(lit.: gate-closing-panic) the fear of missing something important / not being able to do some things (because you're too old)
(lit.: verschlimmern=exasperate, verbessern=improve) improve something for the worse / make something worse but with having had the intention of improving it
(lit.: demo effect) the effect that something you're actually able to do doesn't work when you want to demonstrate it to other people
(lit.: forest loneliness/solitude) the seclusion/solitude of the forest
(lit.: warm showerer/ somebody who showers with warm water) a wimp / a person that doesn't like to leave their comfort zone
(lit.: world pain (world weariness)) gratuitous melancholia / kind of feeling experienced by someone who believes that physical reality can never satisfy the demands of the mind / the feeling of anxiety caused by the ills of the world
(lit.: time-spirit, spirit of the time ) the dominant set of ideals and beliefs that motivate the actions of the members of a society in a particular period in time
Reigen stared at him, his expression stern in the way Serizawa had learned it was when he didn’t have to keep up his customer service pleasantries. He stepped close to him and rested his forehead against his shoulder, hiding his expression. His quiet words, however, Serizawa could hear loud and clear.
ok it took me a few minutes but i think i figured out why the new clip makes me so afraid of lotor, even though it’s supposed to make me like him. and why not, hes handsome (sorta), and charismatic and confident. and he doesn’t want to rule through fear!
fear will never ensure control the way loyalty does. honest loyalty is more powerful than fear. lotor doesn’t want scared subjects that will try to rebel at any chance they get. he wants followers. that increases his chances of not getting rebeled, because they love him.
zarkons leadership was an attack. straight forward and ruthless. i think haggar would be a knife in the dark. sneaky and cunning. lotor would make you like him. make you think you should follow him, he deserves love and loyalty.
lotor is the kind of person that wouldn’t even bring a knife. he’d charm you into stabbing yourself.