#18/07/2023

[caranoirs]

[nicoscheer]

Fuck off 😭😭😭😭🪩

Via

The entire set two at 7:30pm in London

[vhscorp]

SUR NOS PLAGES…

Je crains que nous ayons, dans ce monde insensé, perdu toute notion de solidarité, nous vivons dans l’envie du confort, de l’argent, et pour la compassion, nous n’avons plus le temps.

Partout, rôdent la mort, la famine, les guerres, qui poussent tant de gens à quitter leur pays, ils arrivent chez nous, poussés par la misère, trouvant une foule hostile à leur présence ici.

Mais nous, qu’aurions-nous fait face à tous ces dangers qui menacent leur vie, leurs proches et leurs familles, n’aurions-nous pas cherché à fuir, à nous sauver, quitte à n’avoir plus rien, à tout abandonner ?

Car ils sont démunis, perdus, tels des enfants, apeurés, épuisés, fragiles et dépendants, ils espèrent de l’aide et une main tendue et ne reçoivent rien, si ce n’est un refus.

Je ne veux pas jouer les héros ni les sages, nos cœurs se sont usés, je les sais fatigués, mais que de pauvres gens périssent sur nos plages en demandant asile, on ne peut l’accepter…

V. H. SCORP

[ap0ll0w0]

[nicoscheer]

I’m so glad they get to catch their breath and relax for a month now they more than deserve it

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Arctic Monkeys @ Release Athens 18th July 2023, By tbhc.love

[elicatkin]

[glimmerofawesome]

Zećira Mušović saves versus the United States during the round of 16 at the FIFA Women's World Cup 2023 - August 6 2023

[hiwerethemountaingoats]

[lovely piano intro] I was playing a video game [audience cheers]. I love my job because at most people's jobs, at most jobs I've worked, if I said "Hey, I was playing a video game," no one would clap for me. I'd be standing there, before my shift at Beloit, a children's home I worked at, and if I showed up at 6:45 and said "Hey guess what? I was playing the third Super Mario Brothers one, the one where it really feels like someone involved was taking drugs. Where you open with people floating through space. And you pull up radishes to get hearts. Just like in real life." [Laughing] But this was later, this was a game, it's what's—ah man, the thing is, once I start talking, if you needed to go have a cigarette or something, you could go and come back, and I still won't have come to my point. Some Japanese video games have very long plot setup segments, much longer than what I'm gonna do here, just page after page of dialogue screens, impossibly complex lore. [someone shrieks, JD laughs] Someone who plays a lot of games like [piano stops] "He talked about the lore." I knew I had a friend in the Lore Zone. [piano restarts] Some of these dialogue screens get very emotional. Especially if you happen to be an emotional person, especially if you happen to be at a certain place in your life, where the reason you're playing video games 4-5 hours a day is to shut out the other stuff. [extended cheering] This is a song that I did not put on The Life Of The World To Come but was written during that time, which was an extraordinarily hard time for me.

John Darnielle introducing Enoch 18:14 (Ace of Spades | Sacramento, CA | October 7th, 2023)

[uglypastels]

My own brain is calling me out for how desperate I am becoming for affection 🤣😭😭

I mean, why else would I have a dream where I went out to see a show, and started talking to three guys, a bit of flirting but mostly banter, and they actually noticed me talking to each other and got jealous

(One of them even got a bit possessive and when i asked if i couldn't just talk to other guys was like "not when you're mine" 🥴 okay sir)

BUT THEN i was in class and it turned out i was grouped together with all three of them for an assignment and i went to check my phone and i was added into a groupchat that was called something like [Z is hot] and they were openly talking about me and 😮‍💨

I am unwell

[eliasvelari]

july 18th, 2023 / velari penthouse

Elias had lost track of how long it had been since he finally wandered home. When he was like this, a little melancholic and a lot annoyed with the world, he tended to crash wherever he could. Whether it be a hotel room. The couch of a person he just met. Backstage in the Theater District, or even tucked away in a corner booth at his favorite restaurant. He wasn’t proud of his disappearing, but sometimes, the very idea of going home, it’d drive him to a certain kind of madness that Elias couldn’t even fathom existing. Like if he went home, everything would have to be real again, and there would be no forgetting. No reminiscing of fonder times. Hearing his mother’s sweet voice. Dancing with her around the too large, and too white living room. Elias simply felt too much, and so, in instances like these, it took him a rather long time to cross that final threshold, set down bags of clothes he had purchased along the way, and tense up for the inevitable.

He was greeted with a flurry of activity, and a pair of firm, warm, familiar arms settling around his shoulders. Dark hair brushing against his cheek. A hurried heartbeat meeting his own with a kind of urgency Elias had never discovered before.

“Mom?” The word almost choked out, like the very idea of it being her so out of the question that he felt as though he were being hugged by a ghost. A very real ghost, but a ghost all the same. Something from another life, now back to haunt him in the cruelest of ways. To make him believe that this was even a possibility. That she could be walking, let alone throwing herself at her only son. Her darling boy. The kind of bond that had been so fraught, so taut, that Elias could feel himself being suffocated by it on most days. The kind of link he could never shake himself free from to leave the island completely in hopes of something better.

She broke the spell. “Yes, my darling, yes my sweet sweet boy.” And then she was pressing kisses to his cheek, to his forehead, to his nose. The action sudden and swift enough to help form the tears that were being held hostage in the corners of his eyes. Was it a miracle? A trick of the light? He might have turned around to search for a man behind the curtain, but her hands felt so warm, and her voice was exactly right. Like there had never been an illness that touched her. Free from the very sure grasp of death. Something brighter had taken shape, as though before she was merely trapped in a chrysalis, and now, after all of these years, she was being set free.

“You—how?” It was almost comical. Almost. After all of these years of just begging to have a conversation with his mom again, all he could squeak out of their embrace was a simple question. A call to action. How did this happen? How were they hugging? How could she stand, and how could he feel her so solidly in his arms? None of it made sense. Doctor after doctor had tried to work their magic at top dollar, and nothing had done the job. And suddenly here, now, in a land filled with mystical creatures, and things that went bump in the night, nothing felt so magical. 

Adelaide Velari smiled, pulling her head back to look at her son better. It was the same smile Elias used to charm every future date, to win over a crowd of people, to force a camera his way without him quite knowing it. 

“A new treatment,” she said, the smile never once wavering, showing no signs of lying, or of shifting around the truth. He believed her. Of course he believed her. “We’ve been trying to get in contact with you, I’ve been up and about and moving for a few weeks now.” Unlike if his father was speaking, he didn’t feel the guilt pressing into him like a knife. Every word she spoke was said with love and care. Like she was simply happy to have him home now, and nothing else in the world mattered. Not even a little.

And still, Elias was shocked. “You just, how do you feel? You look like you were never sick in the first place.” All rosy, full cheeks, straight posture, and the kind of gentle neck that further proved she was not from this world. Too kind and special, and yet, here. With him. 

“Darling, I feel perfect. The doctors, truly, accomplished a miracle. I can never be more thankful for what they’ve given me. Given us.” She moved her hands, now grasping at Elias’ tightly, as though afraid if she let go, they might be separated once more. “Your father, he did this. He did this for us.”

Another kind of dread took hold. A horrible suspicion that he couldn’t free himself from. There was no one in the world that Elias loved as much as his mother, but there was someone he hated in equal measure. She was going to give him the credit? As though all of these years hadn’t existed? As though he were anything more than a horrible bully, forcing everyone in his wake to do his bidding? Elias could see now that he had his mother back, and at a cost he wasn’t sure he was ever willing to pay.

Adelaide didn’t seem intent on going anywhere. Not anytime soon.

[caranoirs]

[nicoscheer]

Via Miles’ insta a recap of his four acoustic gigs so far

Love how he actively approaches us fans and just generally seems to be having a blast not only performing but also talking with all of his fans. Also how he added the eyebrow slit and bracelets got added to his forearms, I don’t even wanna know how many turtle themed gifts he got 🫶🏽🥹 also imagine pulling up to footie training with boots signed by Miles Kane, also his ADHD leg jiggle before the last show 🐢💅🤴🏽

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[rkntg]

[ciochinaflorin]

280 I 2023. CERT SAU IERT ? [Iacov 4.1 I Iacov 3.6 I 1 Samuel 1.9–18] 07 Octombrie 2023

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[fernand0]

Un hijo.

Un hijo. Cuando empezó a notarse que algo pasaba, no estaba muy claro si sería una flor o qué. El caso es que enseguida se vio que era un hijito. Sorprendente, porque este es el hijo de otro cactus que no lo mostró hasta que midió casi dos metros, no sé si esto es una buena o una mala señal. (2023-08-18) (2023-06-18) (2023-06-18) (2023-06-25) (2023-07-01) (2023-07-01) (2023-08-18)

[realidadpe]

Así celebra Huánuco su 484 aniversario de fundación española

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