#POI Quote

[this-is-krikkit]

"someone once asked me if i had learned anything from it all, so let me tell you what i learned i learned... everyone dies alone. but if you meant something to someone, if you helped someone, or loved someone if even a single person remembers you, then maybe you never really die. and, maybe... this isn't the end at all."

[myfriendtheurbanlegend]

John 15:13

μείζονα ταύτης ἀγάπην οὐδεὶς ἔχει, ἵνα τις τὴν ψυχὴν αὐτοῦ θῇ ὑπὲρ τῶν φίλων αὐτοῦ.

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.

Ramble ramble on AO3

Needed to get this out of my system. Enjoy?

[storywriter12]

(Lionel) so wonder boy how drunk did you get last night?

(Reese)I wasn't that drunk

John the night before on his phone calling harold

(John)harold where are you?

(Harold)john behind you

(John)Where?🥺

[linusbenjamin]

Person of Interest | 2.18 'All In'

[alien-slushie]

Random Shop Owner: I'd offer you something to eat but we only have dog treats.

Choi Han: I'd try a dog treat.

Cale: Choi Han No.

[chick-with-wifi]

Root: Trust me Shaw: I wouldn't trust you to tie my shoes without stealing the laces Shaw: *does what Root says anyway*

[julesnichols]

"I suppose everyone feels that he's the hero in his own story, but there are no heroes, no villains, just people doing the best they can."

-Harold Finch

[torridturncoat]

Alien (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

[saspas-library-of-craziness]

Incorrect POI quotes:

"I don't get people who like to get their veins to pop- makes it easier for people like me to kill them."

"That's... very morbid, Mr. Reese."

[intuizioni]

dostoevskij che scrive del femminismo liberale contemporaneo nell'anno 1866

[falcemartello]

•••

Come far soldi con la "Crisi climatica" vi mostro come alcuni li hanno fatti, e ne hanno fatti tanti.

(Fortunato Nardelli)

Cominciamo col capire cos'è lo scambio di quote di emissioni.

I crediti si mettono anche all'asta. Un vero e proprio commercio.

E se del caso ti avanza qualche credito, lo rivendi...

Non si butta via niente!

Cercate di capire come si diventa miliardari come Warren Buffett...

State attenti, perché senza sussidi e obblighi di legge, l'energia eolica e solare non può competere con quella degli impianti a gas o a carbone.

Quindi, prima di investire sulle rinnovabili, assicuratevi che ci siano congrui sussidi.

E a volte, anche i sussidi non sono sufficienti...

Poi cercate di farvi fare prestiti garantiti dallo stato come ha fatto Ivanpah.

Quando li avete ottenuti, siete tranquilli anche se non raggiungete gli obiettivi fissati...

Questo è il vero bastone di Hockey, altro che quello di Michael Mann!!

Andate tranquilli perché queste opportunità sono fondate su ipotesi scientifiche non provate.

E quando è stato scoperto che c'era una truffa sotto, è stato messo tutto a tacere e la stampe si è ben guardata di parlarne.

[minzart]

Mas q porra é o tumblr~

Uma tentativa de guia de uma br q usa saporra desde os 14.

Como pode imaginar aqui é bem espaço de gringo mas q se dane isso meu bem se tu persistir vai da certo confia.

Seguinte

Primeiro passo: mude seu ícone.

Tá vendo essas porrinha? Provavelmente são seu ícone se vc n mudou eles ainda

Aqui temos uma mania de bloquear seguidores com esses ícones pq geralmente são bots q querer fingir ser humanos pra manter link pra site pirata/porno/q rouba seu cartão de crédito, eles fazem isso tendo seguidores q engana os bots do tumbrl temporariamente. Ent é melhor mudar se pode fazer isso(no cell) assim :

[Mais abaixo]

2. Ache povo pra segui: pra esse site funcionar como uma benção tu precisa começar a achar povo pra seguir

Dica: Q VC GOSTE DO Q ELES FAZEM, pelo amor do krl não vai se meter num ninho de cobra e achar q não tem escapatória pq aqui a regra é "se não gosta não siga, não leia, não interaja, continue rodando pra baixo e vá ser feliz", se alguém te bloqueou? Nada pessoal, genuinamente isso é comum por aqui eu já bloqueio povo pq tem uns q fala q gosta de X do que Y e eu não concordava, a pessoa n sabe e eu continuo minha visa sem dor de cabeça(e ja trombei em blog q me bloqueou sim, morro de curiosidade? Tb mas bola pra frente q qm remoe o passado é velho mal amado)

Mas como q faz isso? Vc vai achar um icone de lupa bem embaixo da sua tela no celular, ela vai te levar pra cá:

Ali vc vai escrever geralmente uma ou duas palavras chaves, q chaves seriam essas? Pois bem, fandoms, estéticas, nomes e sobrenomes. Eu ando mais pelo lado de desenho e animação portando o exemplo q eu vou dar é vc escrever "Undertale", ou pro povo de rpg "ordem paranormal" sem os aspas(""), aí vc vai achar o povo q posta sobre isso e vc escolhe qm segue.

3. O q krls são tags? Resumo da opera: são o q permite vc achar os posts na lupinha de pesquisa, são esses # cinza no fim dos posts

Aqui no tumbrl as 20 primeiras tags são importantes pra vc colocar seu post no mundo, sem elas n tem como facilmente acha-lo, mas tb temos uma cultura de falar nelas, o q, qualquer bosta, seja meta comentário do próprio posto ou responder reblogs, pq tags n carregam de um post para o outro sem a outra pessoa propositadamente colocá-las novamente .

Ent quer dizer q eu tenho q colocar um bando de tag pro povo me achar? NÃO, se vc fizer um post de undertale e mete nele as tags de dragon ball e naruto só pq vc quer mais atenção vc vai tomar bloqueio E ser denunciado por spam de tags, aqui é pra relaxar e crescer DEVAGAR, o povo vai gosta de vc só tenha paciência, spam de tags é infuriante e inútil pq vai mais afastar pessoas de vc to q conquista-las. Aqui não é instagram.

4. Ok troquei meu ícone e segui povo, e agora? Agora vc vai se aventurar nas configurações, mas pq? Isso é pq o tumblr permite vc customização sua experiência de diversas formas, dentre sua primeira aba ser somente feita de posts de pessoas q vc segue, de ocultar seus gostei e lista de qm vc segue, para retirar posts recomendados pelo algoritmo etc.

Foque em "acount settings" e "visibility"

No primeiro se atente nessas opções

E no segundo essas:

Eu confio q vc saiba ler/ouvir e usar o tradutor pra configurar de acordo com a sua preferência as opções q ele te dá.

Caso vc n ligue pra nada disso e tá gostando de como ele tá nessa forma base ent pula essa etapa mas pelo menos vc já sabe se quiser mudar tem como ;)

5. Blz, fiz tudo isso, agora posso ir embora? Calma, tamo terminando só falta as últimas dicas.

Primeira dica: a subcultura mais forte no tumblr são fandoms, se vc quer crescer te aconselho a fazer seja fanfic ou fanarte, coisas originais são difíceis de vingar aqui sem muitos, MUITOS, seguidores. Ou interagir em tudo, nós artistas somo tudo esfomeado por comentários e elogios, tá escaço aqui disso e nois br somo um povo bem amigável e meu bem é só falar um "q lindo" nas minhas criações q eu já tô chorando de felicidade

Segunda: Reblog. Sabe o retweet e o quote do Twitter? É. Aqui é reblog, e ambos dão visibilidade pro blog q criou o post original, vc pode comentar tanto no reblog quanto em suas tags q é tudo bem vindo aqui.

Terceira: vc é dono de si, aqui qm cria sua experiência é vc, siga blogs q só reblogam, siga blogs q postem arte, fanart, fic, ocs, se aventure para ter uma experiência vasta. Devagar vc vai pegando a manhã do site, e qm sabe se com um pouco de persistência uma comunidade q fale br mais do q inglês, pq queira ou n a maioria aqui e gringo mas vc pode mudar isso ;)

Crie 30 subblogs se quiser cada um com.um tema diferente, só viva de um blog, poste arte, aconselho a não postar foto sua pq aqui anonimidade é o q mais atrae pessoas e o q me atraiu pra cá em primeiro lugar, se divirta, use tradutor, use extensões, fuçe em TUDO. E no fim do dia o q era mais amedrontador vai parecer instinto

Bem vindo ao tumblr, eu amo seus cadarços e euprometo q não é tão assustador assim,vc só tem q aprender a sujar as mãos um pouco ;)

[marlocandeea]

"Tra i miei amici e conoscenti ne trovai solo due che apertamente si dichiaravano seguaci di Nietzsche. Tutti e due erano omosessuali; uno finì col suicidio, l'altro si intristì come genio incompreso."

jung che legge nietzsche è uno spettacolo

[farolero-posting]

I recently made a present for @anndrag0n inspired in the Project Golden Clover AU. I hope you all enjoy!

Start of a Project

Words: 3.5k

Summary:

Cedric makes a trip to the library.

Cedric recalled a quote from one of his father’s journals as he entered the library, just as someone with a coffee mug for a head left the building, slightly bumping on him and cursing under their breath.

“As much as I wish reading was encouraged, I am grateful to find an empty corner in the library to let myself travel along the pages of many volumes.”

Such was not the case when Cedric walked in that evening. Though, he was relieved to find that it was emptier than during the evacuation, a week prior.

When he thought about it, the amount of recovery the world had achieved was huge, compared to how slow and troublesome the decay had been. Considering how much work was put into trying to fix all of it to no avail until salvation arrived… Well, important sacrifices were made. HIs father gave his life to see this project through. Everyone contributed their parts, too, faithful that one day the last piece of the puzzle would fall into place. He understood that once they got to the root of the problem, things would flow much better.

It still struck him as surreal to witness the aftermath, and see the end of the world (this simulated version, at least) becoming a thing of the past. The library no longer needed to be a shelter for evacuees. In fact, those injured by squares had recovered in full mere minutes after the sun was restored, according to the newsbots in the city. Many points in the city also lost their corruption, and in the next few hours, most traces of any catastrophe were gone.

People prayed to the operator’s name to show their thankfulness. Cedric knew the truth was far more complex than that, but he could share the sentiment. At least, it meant most residents would find some explanation that already fit into their worldview for everything they had experienced.

He really wished the creator behind all of this could see it, witness his sacrifices paying off, maybe know the world his children now inherited. Get him a happy ending too. That was his eventual goal, deep down.

A small crowd gathered around the book club zone, the writing on the whiteboard read “New book from the Author: Encyclopedia of underground minerals”. Cedric walked past it, not giving it a second glance. He recognized the title, and though his father did make some contributions, the book was really more of a shared project between many others in the community. Many of the late world encyclopedias were shared projects by scientists not particularly interested in individual gain.

He wondered if any of the actual main authors was around… not that Cedric would recognize them at first glance.

He wished he had been more present in his father’s work.

Holding a library card, he approached the bookbot in place.

“Er.. Greetings!” He smiled, as he placed the card on the front desk, but the robot didn’t take it. “Is the head librarian on her shift?”

“Affirmative”, was the robot’s flat response. “Do you wish to speak to George?”

“Yes, I do. I wanted to—”

“Allow me to call her.” The voice communication system on it activated, as it rang a number. It always sounded slightly too loud for Cedric’s taste.

“Please, I can just go to the archives directly instead…” he whispered.

“Library card required for further access.”

He felt bad being inpatient with robots, especially untamed ones, but he let out a huff after a few awkward seconds.

“I have my card here…?” Cedric offered it again. The bookbot took it, but didn’t read it yet.

“Please wait until the current task is completed, the phone is still—” the beeping stopped, and a raspy sigh from the other end was followed by a loud slam. “She hung up.”

“I can see that…”

“Humans are not able to see phone signals.”

“The phrasing wasn’t…” Cedric cut himself off, looking aside nervously, as the bookbot stared back neutrally. There wasn’t much of a point in insisting. “Nevermind. Can you read my library card?”

“Affirmative.” Its eyes scanned the barcode with a red laser, as it muttered its usual phrases. Then it stopped. “My system indicates there is an infraction, Mr. Cedric.”

He froze.

“Infraction registered: trespassing of restricted areas, unauthorized book retrieval, dated six days ago.” Its voice then became extremely fast and barely discernible. ”Disclaimer: this infraction has been added automatically by our robots based on observed behavior and has been linked to your face due to its facial recognition system, you can dispute this claim by…”

He sighed, not being able to keep up with the speed.

“I will settle it with George, I believe that’s what she’d prefer us to do. I’ll head upstairs, if you let me…”

“Carry on.” The bookbot pointed behind it, and then returned to its usual activities.

Cedric walked up to the Head Librarian’s office home. He noted that the room before the entrance had a few copies of the new book sitting on hastily put shelves. He guessed that some of the library workers would pick them up as needed.

The door had a printed sign on it, taped to the wall, and with a blue circle drawn several times around the message.

“PLEASE KNOCK ON THE DOOR BEFORE ENTERING. USE YOUR MANNERS!!!!!!!”

Cedric followed the instructions, giving two measured knocks. He waited for about a full minute, before he did it again, bracing himself. He had an idea of what sort of person he’d run into.

The door opened right after he knocked.

“You know only one time is enough, right? It’s not like this office is that big, I hear PLENTY from outside.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I just thought you—”

The dice headed lady stepped aside, and gestured with her arm for Cedric to walk in as she huffed, the air between them was so tense it could snap at any moment. The room seemed messy, like she’d just dropped a manuscript and was trying to pick it up.

“Will you walk in? Or did you just come here to distract me for no reason?”

“I’ll… go in. My bad.” Cedric stepped inside, and closed the door behind himself, with the head librarian watching him intently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss. To meet you properly, I mean.” He extended his gloved hand.

“It’s probably not, kid, but I’ll take the manners.” George extended her own hand, shaking his with a weak grip. “What’s your name?”

“It is Cedric.” He noticed the librarian’s hat was about to fall off one of the edges of her head.

“Did you come here because of the new book? I can’t talk to the Author if you wanted to meet him. And I think I left plenty of copies outside for you to look at. Just please tell me I didn’t miss a typo.”

“Oh, no, not at all.” Cedric reached for his bag but George interrupted him.

“Thank goodness.” She sighed, still standing near the door. “I keep getting calls from the receptionist about it and I’m so done with them all. Most of them are just… people thinking it’s my job to receive fan mail.”

“Is that why you hung up?”

“I did?”

“Y… yes? Two minutes ago?”

“Ah, right. Yeah, that’s probably why. See? It gets repetitive.” She shook her head and yawned. “Do you have issues with your library card then?”

“Actually… I suppose I do? I got flagged for an infraction.” Cedric took out one of the books inside his bag. “I wanted to return this book I… borrowed… the last time I was here.”

George took the book and stared at it, then back at Cedric.

“Are you telling me you’re—” The two points on her front face shrunk in surprise. “You’re that one kid! You gave us all one heck of a scare, you know that?”

He bit his lip. “Did I?”

“You went out into a dangerous zone in the middle of an emergency! You should be glad I’m too tired to lecture you about that.” She picked the book, looking through its pages for any signs of tear. “I guess you did what you needed to do, huh?”

“Indeed.” Cedric watched as the librarian took the book through a scan. “I’m… sorry for getting in here like that. I wanted to say that to you directly.”

George tilted her head to the side, and her points on her face moved upwards. Was she rolling her eyes?

“I know a guy who apologizes over everything. I’m still waiting to see if he dares to send any new manuscript for me to edit and say sorry about it, as if he wasn’t giving me a reason to have a job.”

Cedric didn’t respond, perplexed.

She continued: “I don’t care about apologies for things you would’ve done either way. I’m just glad my hard work wasn’t wasted because there’s no other copy of this book and I’m not letting anyone else touch it, unless it’s Kip.”

“I assume you refer to Dr. Kip Silverpoint? Why she?”

“Well, duh? I know nothing about robotics, but the Author insisted he wanted this book to be really detailed and she’s like, the closest expert I know.”

Cedric stayed quiet, unsure about what to add.

“You’re not getting me to talk more by staying quiet, by the way.” She walked back towards the entrance, now holding an empty coffee mug. “Is that all you need from me? Can I get a break?”

Cedric’s grip on his bag tightened. He wouldn’t want to bother her… Oh how he wished they had gotten into a different version of their universe. He was, admittedly, a little intimidated by this one.

“Cat got your tongue?” Case in point.

“No…! No.”

He felt like shivering. This was going to be a terrible idea.

George walked towards the door. “So… nothing else to do here, alright!” she announced. ”You can leave now!”

But he had to.

“I… have some books I want you to look into.”

He took out two journals. One was found at the entrance of the room the messiah left, right as they went into the center of the World Machine’s engine. The only item that was dropped upon entering.

The second journal had been found in his dad’s study, unlabeled. Neither Rue or Proto commented on it. Unfortunately, it seemed like its data was encrypted. Cedric knew a few languages his father would use in some of his writing, but he was never taught this one, and wondered if it was some kind of restriction from the simulation. And if that was the case, he wondered why he wasn’t exempt from that restriction.

"Why do you think I should look into them?"

"I believe you're... the only one capable of reading what's in them." Cedric pressed his lips together, trying to find the right wording for the librarian. "I hear you're... proficient in deciphering other languages."

"How complicated could it be? I probably have many dictionaries you could use so you could do it yourself. You don't even need to pick them from the archive, just borrow it like usual" George crossed her arms.

"To be clearer... Maybe I should show you."

As he pulled the books, George rushed to grab one. She flipped a few pages, faster each time.

"Of course." She muttered, a groan growing as she went. "Of course he would do that! And I guess it's my job, as always. Not like anyone else could figure out what this language even is!"

Cedric stepped back, and wondered if maybe he had chosen a bad day.

"How did you get this?"

"The... messiah had one of them. They left it when they finished using it, I assume." He felt the scalp covered by his hat itch, but he restrained from reaching there. "The other was a manuscript I got from... his study.

"You went WHERE?" She practically yelled.

"Ah! Well. I... have known him for... a long time? I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you."

"No, no, I'm super fine, completely normal." George placed a hand on her face. "I've been working for him for what may as well my entire life and he gives me CRUMBS about himself. Like I read everything he publishes but there's no way to guess much about his life. I know nothing, except he hasn't been talking to me for almost a month."

"A month? That's quite a while." He noted this was about the same timeframe other people had given him. Something in it matches some kind of event.

"Right? Either he's preparing some colossal bomb of a book to drop on me, or he's dead." Cedric couldn't help but frown at that.

"I'm exaggerating, kid."

"My name is Cedric..."

"Yeah, yeah. Oh." George took another look at him, then checked his library card. "I've seen your name before."

"Uhm... what?" It was his turn to be surprised.

"Here." She led him towards a manuscript she was working on. "The book I'm editing now has your name, it has a loose note. I assume he left it there and didn't take it out before sending it here."

"May I take a look?"

"I mean, knock yourself out, it's not much."

Lying next to the book, a note simply read:

"This book contains many progress sketches on variations to the flying machine. I apologize if this is too much to ask, but do restrict access to this book to a few select people, as ethical use of these blueprints is advised."

The short list contained his own name, along with a few other names that looked smudged, so he couldn’t read them.

How... disappointing.

He almost expected something more personal. A letter to him, a travel log dedicated to him, maybe some warm message, a book dedication, an apology. Instead it felt like he was trying to subtly hand him a book with a task to do. Finish what he started.

He felt mean, as the words crossed his mind. It just… wouldn’t really represent how he feels. Cedric knew he was loved deeply. He knows his father cared about him. He knew that, during his life, he did his best to protect Cedric and his siblings from the exposure he had. Cedric knew his father did his best to protect their integrity within this simulated world, even if it meant to be distant, to speak in code, or through subtle hints. He knew his father wanted to pass on his legacy to them.

He looked further into the book. A sketch showed a model of the flying machine made to fit more people, and a few notes on how to properly compensate for the additional weight. Another sketch showed the learning curve for piloting, and Cedric was surprised to see, an albeit very simplified, depiction of him on those pages.

His dad probably wrote some notes while training him.

The Author’s son left the manuscript where it was before, and approached George, who seemed to be complaining about damaged books.

“Are… you alright, miss?” He was both afraid to ask and interrupt her, and not asking and making her feel neglected.

“Don’t you know translation takes time?” She didn’t bother to look up. “I’ll finish it off in a few hours, just go do something else.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean for you to do it right now! My deepest apologies.”

“Too late, I’d rather do it now before I forget.” She wrote something down on a notepad. “This is gonna cost you, though.”

“I… suppose I can do a few things in return?”

“You’re gonna get me a… parfait from that one cafeteria at Glen level, the one by the clock tower. I want the one with extra caffeine.”

As Cedric was leaving, she added.

“Oh, and you’re gonna tell me about the Author, because there’s something that’s been really bothering me.”

“I’ll… do my best.”

Cedric walked away, closing the door carefully. He sighed in relief, and tried to shake off the awkward feeling building up in his chest. He felt his body drained of energy, and the sensation that, no matter what he said, or what he thought, he would make some kind of mistake he would have to fix.

He went behind one of the buildings, into a path of narrow alleys. He found the only tree in the area. Rue wasn’t there, as she was visiting the Glen for the day. Even then, she spent more time near his apartment, wanting to spend more time with company, rather than alone.

Someone walked towards the tree, and stopped at the entrance.

“Cedric.” A copy of the messiah spoke, with a somewhat distant voice.

The spirit of the world.

“Uh… hi! I wasn’t expecting you here.”

“I am everywhere, you know this.” They slowly walked in, an holographic hand reaching for the wall. “I find it difficult to pilot this projection inside this one room. I have yet to clear this area from my creator’s restrictions.”

“Why are you here?”

“I keep trying to restore things. But it’s not the same.” They sit down, burying their face in their scarf. “I keep looking for any bits I can find, except it’s not enough to make it look as t was before.”

“You’ve been doing a great job, actually! I was thinking about that earlier…”

“I’m only undoing my damage, Cedric, I don’t need praise or your thanks.”

“But… well…”

“I saw you talking to the head librarian,” they continued. “And it gave me an idea.”

Cedric wouldn’t lie that he would much prefer to not be seen when he’s being such an awkward ball of nerves.

“What would your idea be?”

“I want you to go look in there, and help me find things to fix. He left things about the world in those books, didn’t he?"

“Oh well… there are plenty of things in there.” Cedric rested his chin on his hand. “We would have to look through all the encyclopedias, and his travel logs and…”

“I already went through the contents of the library.” The hologram smirked. “But I need someone to filter it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t recognize his writing as well as you or the others do. I understand information, not authenticity.” They looked away from Cedric. “And… you knew the real world better than I did, right? So you’d be able to help me test it.”

“I… see.”

Saying he “knew” the real world felt like a wrong assumption. Cedric was merely a teen, and a reclusive one at that. He wasn’t sure how much potential this plan had.

“But why me? Wouldn’t the other two be more helpful?”

“You have already established a connection to the head librarian. You can keep going, and help with this.”

“I’m not… sure how helpful she’ll be.”

“You’re getting journals translated from her. She’s helpful in ways I can’t directly intervene.” The World Machine tried to grab a pebble on the floor, but their hand phased through it. “There are several restrictions on me at the moment. I’ve been slowly overriding them, but at least it seems that my creator left some key characters, er, people, to do certain things I can’t.”

“I think I understand. I’ll do what I can.” Cedric pressed his lips, pensive. “I’m not sure… but, do you have any idea what those journals have?”

“I refused to read them, back then.” Cedric frowned, thinking back on all the times the World Machine refused to engage with them all.. “I hope I can bear to read them this time.”

“I really miss him, you know?” Cedric looked away. “I… never felt him so present until I saw his study. There’s gotta be something in there.”

“Maybe.” The projection wavered. “She’s almost ready. The librarian.”

“Oh! Has it really been that long?” Cedric stood up, dusting off his clothing. “I should get going!”

“Cedric, before you go.” The spirit walked towards him, handing him a parfait, fitting the description he was given some time ago. “You shouldn’t forget this.”

“I was almost in very big trouble! Thank you!”

“Remember my request.”

The spirit faded.

When he returned to the library, the light around him was getting dimmer. Despite this, the place didn’t seem emptier. The concept of evening wasn’t yet clear for most residents of the world. Cedric made a quick stop to show his library card and go to George’s office.

He knocked on the door once, and waited patiently. George called out to let him in, and the librarian rushed towards him, grabbing the drink in his hands.

“Now this is the payment I deserve.”

“Did you… finish?” Cedric stood on the tip of his feet, trying to see what was on George’s desk.

“Yeah, I’m done. First journal was actually meant for the god. It looked like some… instructions to get inside the tower. The rest was torn apart. It was like this when you got it, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Some pages had the word ‘solstice’ written on them, but they were just sketches.”

“Oh! That makes sense then.” Cedric nodded, and accepted the notes George had left in the journal. “What about the second one?”

“Here’s the other part of your payment.” She pressed her hand down on the journal. “You know more than you let on, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Are you his kid?”

“Uh… how did you reach such a conclusion?”

“This journal.” She stared at him attentively. He stepped back. “It’s the only explanation for the stuff inside, and the way you got this journal.”

Should he trust?

He won’t get help unless he is honest…

“You would be correct, I’m his son.”

“Where has he been?”

“What do you mean?”

“He talks a lot about going to places, some kind of other world, something about doing it on his own terms but wondering if returning was possible…”

“Father is…”

He couldn’t say that he died. He was not here but he couldn’t be gone. His father wouldn’t leave without trying to return. He wouldn’t abandon them all.

“Father is indeed not available.” Cedric carefully chose his words. “He.. is too far for me to reach.”

“What even…” George pressed her hand on her face. “That guy, I really don’t get him.”

“I think I’ll check the journal in private, then.” Cedric offered. “I think I can find him.”

His father can’t be gone, and if Cedric has to read through every piece of writing to find him, he will.

[raccontidialiantis]

La sottomissione ti entra sottopelle e ti possiede

"Il mistero incanta, la paura affascina e l'obbedienza provoca i desideri più folli…" (Luana S.)

(Fonte: brunos-costa)

"La sottomissione è il dono del silenzio in una tempesta di pensieri. Nel momento in cui una donna si arrende, il rumore nella sua mente svanisce, le decisioni scivolano via e tutto ciò che rimane sono le sensazioni. Nessuna domanda. Nessun controllo. Solo sentimento crudo e non filtrato." (Loovedove.com - BDSM quotes)

"Quando una donna si sottomette, non si limita a dare il suo corpo, ma dà la sua fiducia, la sua vulnerabilità, la sua stessa essenza. Un uomo degno della sua resa, deve onorare questo più di ogni altra cosa. Un vero Dominante protegge, ama e considera sacra la sua sottomessa. Se non lo fa, non è un uomo: è solo un tiranno indegno del suo dono." (Loovedove.com - BDSM quotes)

“La moderazione è sottile, la mia pazienza ancora di più. Ogni centimetro di me desidera ardentemente prenderla proprio qui, contro il metallo lucido di questa macchina, per mostrargliela, marchiarla, ricordarle che è mia. Se voglio viziarla, lo farò. Se voglio prenderla, lo farò. E lei saprà esattamente a chi appartiene.” (Loovedove.com - BDSM quotes)

"Ho bisogno di te", ringhia, con la voce roca per la fame rabbiosa. "Allora prendimi", sussurro senza fiato. "Usami. Rovinami. Possiedimi." La sua presa si stringe. "No. Ti scoperò: duramente e senza pietà. E quando avrò finito, non ci sarà più un solo dubbio nella tua mente: tu sei mia." (Loovedove.com - BDSM quotes)

"Il sesso non è la risposta. Il sesso è la domanda. 'Sì' è la risposta." (Swami X)

Hai paura di dirmi di no, perché sai che, comunque vada, avrai da me la punizione più dolorosa possibile. Mi piace da morire, vedere la tua espressione di puro terrore e al tempo stesso di impaziente attesa per ciò che sai dovrai subire fra un po'. Hai labbra contratte e sei pallida. Però lo vuoi da morire, ti eccita. Ti fa sentire viva, trasgressiva, puttana. Lo desideri intimamente. Hai timore di soffrire, ma allo stesso tempo non vedi l'ora. Inizio e ti faccio veramente tanto male. Cinghiate e pizzichi. Mollette sui capezzoli e schiaffi ovunque. Capelli tirati all'indietro fortissimo. Devi provare dolore. Lo sai bene. Non devi parlare.

Puoi solo stringere i denti. Ti lego strettissima, in posizioni scomode e atte solo a far entrare nel tuo corpo il mio cazzo ovunque io desideri. Questo soltanto, provoca in me l'orgasmo più violento: sento che piangi, provi reale dolore e mi implori di smettere. A volte soffri così tanto che mi urli: "bastaaaa… ti scongiuro…" ma proprio quello è il momento in cui godo di più e allora, picchiandoti ancora più forte, mi svuoto dentro il tuo corpo.

Orgasmo inarrivabile altrimenti, per me. Ti dico ciò che penso di te: "sei solo una latrina, buona soltanto a raccogliere il mio seme. Niente di più. Non vali nulla: nessuno scoperebbe mai una brutta e vecchia troia come te. Onestamente, mi disgusti." Sentendo queste parole, accompagnate da fortissime cinghiate sulle natiche mentre ti inculo, tu hai l'orgasmo più violento e intenso. Urli di piacere e mi dici: "si è così! Io sono nata soprattutto per farti sborrare. Usami sempre, ti scongiuro!" E poi ti si scioglie la lingua. Provi per me un amore malato e decisamente perverso, non sano.

"Non andare con altre donne. Ti scongiuro… Sono gelosa… voglio solo soddisfare il tuo cazzo. Come vorrai tu." Mi sfilo, tu ti asciughi il viso. Il trucco è scolato. Sei sfatta, stravolta ma sei bellissima, così. Ti adoro, con la mia sborra ovunque addosso e le calze sfilate. Lacrime che ti colano sulle guance… A questo punto, sempre e magari per un solo secondo, ho il dubbio che tu non voglia più giocare così. Ma il fumo dell'incertezza si dissipa quando vedo che, pur piangente ti inginocchi su un cuscino a terra e a occhi chiusi apri la bocca lingua in fuori: prepari il letto per accogliere il mio cazzo, per pulirlo e ingoiare il seme residuo. Vuoi essere umiliata fino in fondo. Fra un po' tornerai la composta educatrice di marmocchi e casalinga fedele al suo innocuo e buonissimo coniuge. La tranquilla, insospettabile donna di mezz'età e innocui pettegolezzi tra amiche, ammantata di una noiosa normalità.

Te lo ricordo, perché questo risveglia in te in un secondo la porca assoluta e immorale che, quando esercita il mestiere di puttana esperta, mi fa semplicemente impazzire. Allora mi sorridi, con una perversione raramente vista in una donna. Ti impegni a morte e mi succhi ancora più forte. Ami succhiare il cazzo. Adori mettere le corna a tuo marito. Sei davvero una troia infedele. Mi fai davvero indurire nuovamente il cazzo e perciò con tre colpii ti vengo in gola. Mentre ti prendo a schiaffi il viso, ti strizzo i capezzoli fortissimo e ti ordino di continuare a succhiare il cazzo senza farmi sentire i denti. Devi continuare a soffrire in silenzio. Eiaculo chiamandoti puttana e troia schifosa. Esco. Tu ti pulisci la bocca col braccio e ti passi la lingua sulle labbra. Sei soddisfatta. Sembri nata per succhiare cazzi.

Mi fissi, sorridi guardandomi con occhi forse carichi di intimo odio ed evidente voglia residua. Allora ti giri, apri le natiche, gomiti in basso sul letto. Vedo il tuo buco del culo pulsare ritmicamente: rosso, sfibrato, gonfio e dilatato. Mezzo aperto da poco fa. Lo contrai e lo rilasci. È vivo. Lo fai apposta per stimolarmi eroticamente. Troia: sei davvero una grande troia. Lo apri per me. Vorresti che continuassi a incularti. Mi preghi di prenderti almeno ancora a cinghiate le chiappe. Confessi che hai davvero bisogno di tante strisce dolorose, forti e rosse sul culo. Vuoi espiare in qualche modo, per le grandissime corna che metti a tuo marito. In quanto è ormai da quando mi conosci, più di un anno, che prendi la comunione la domenica senza aver confessato i tuoi veri peccati al prete della parrocchia. Gli dici solo le cose più normali, per una mamma di famiglia. E lui ti assolve, dandoti da recitare un po' di preghiere. Proprio quando lui ti dà l'assoluzione è il momento clou, quello in cui tu pensi che non vedi l'ora di succhiarmi il cazzo.

E vai a prenderti la comunione col velo sul capo. Troia peccaminosa e sacrilega. Appena usciti dalla chiesa, prima di tornare a casa con le pastarelle che insieme comprerete di lì a poco, con tuo marito che intanto bada ai figli piccoli che vanno in giro sul sagrato, mi mandi il solito messaggio: "ho preso la comunione nel peccato, grazie a te. Perciò desidero essere punita e devo succhiarti il cazzo a lungo. Ho bisogno urgente di sentire la tua sborra che mi cala in gola e che mi scola tra le natiche quando mi penetri in culo. Voglio percepirti venire felice in me. E ti vorrei anche nella passera, se ti farà piacere. Senza preservativo, libero di usare la mia fica di madre e moglie felice e serena. Quando ci vediamo? E per favore non andare con nessun'altra donna, che ti cavo gli occhi! Mio unico Padrone, ti desidero…"

RDA

[housesredlollipop]

house md character as quotes my friends said

House

“nn s dce frocio”

“you can’t say faggot” (said by hetero? guy)

“joe biden and donald trump french kiss yaoi hidden love”

“I NEED TO PLAY AROUND WITH SOME MEN”

Wilson

“io chiudo la porta anche se sono solo (devo tenere fuori i mostri del buio)”

“i close the door even if I'm alone (i have to keep the monsters of the dark out)” (talking about peeing in the middle of night)

“charisma and lack of special awarness which actually makes it look like you’re confident”

Cuddy

“mia nonna madre gaslighting queen”

“my mother gaslighting queen”

-Fa caggare il cazzo

“ESATTO! VIVA LA VAGINA”

Cameron: Dicks suck

“EXACTLY! LONG LIVE VAGINA”

Cameron

“Love quando le cose nazionali sono lgbt friendly”

“Love when national things are lgbt friendly” (edit of those french and polish politician)

“vasco house indosserebbe le scarpe da ginnastica a ognuno dei nostri funerali”

“house would wear sneakers to every one of our funerals”

Foreman

“Che sono pazzi e si credono fighi perché hanno la luce elettrica”

“They are crazy and think they're cool because they have electric lights” (talking about positivismo)

“Giulka Cameron ha aperto un sito porno per la prima volta e si è fidata delle pubblicità”

“Cameron opened a porn site for the first time and trusted the ads” (she saw penis growing cream ads)

Chase

“Bo comunque cazzo pisello palle zucchina zucca pelata patata”

“Bo anyway fuck dick balls courgette peeled pumpkin potato”

Eric: 5 cm taller but you still breath FART AIR

“i’ll fart in your mouth”

13

“Maybe women didnt like leopardi but maybe a twink on tinder would”

“Cami House i need you to kill me”

Taub

“Comunque siete solo degli haters perché io non diventerò pelato”

“Anyway you're just haters because I won't go bald” (is balding)

“quando jovi kutner mi dice “io dormo con white noise” e poi partono i peti più forti che tu abbia mai sentito in vita tua”

“when kutner tells me “i sleep with white noise” and then the loudest farts you've ever heard in your life start”

Kutner

“grazie pupe siete le mie troione da battaglia”

“thank you babes, you are my battle sluts”

“RE GALLINO CANTA DURANTE LA NOTTE U U U”

“KING ROOSTER SINGS DURING THE NIGHT U U U”