#always speaking The word in truth

[heartofaangel01]

[ninyard]

I feel like w the trial the ec should be the base and relied on for like, feelings and some events, but also there can be some leeway for like, how trials actually work

Yeah I agree. I take a lot of the ec into consideration but some of it I can take it or leave it, and I also don’t have an easy way to consult it anymore since Nora took it down off of her tumblr so in all honesty. I just roll with it. Whatever’s canon is canon. Whatever Nora says is canon, obviously, but the ec is not apart of the main trilogy so I don’t HAVE to take it into consideration imo. I do, most of the time, but I’m not too worried about getting the exact details of things wrong just because it says something different in the ec

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[sukibenders]

Suzanne Collins saying that she only writes/will only create a new Hunger Games book when she has something to say, now announcing the release of her new upcoming book AND its film release? Interesting.

[bloodenjoyer]

id probably make a better janitor than cashier though

[sukugo]

your kv art and sukugo posts have bewitched me, body and soul. thank you for speaking your truths about these ships 😔❤️

thank YOUUUUUUU 💖💕💞💖💓💕 i will forever and always be spreading the kv and sukugo agendas it is my duty (mostly bc i. cannot shut up about things i love haha 🙈)

[theartinmyheart]

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[marymekpop]

⟢ highlight of the hour: our blooming youth [9/20] ⟣

It’s a miracle for two people to meet, rely on, and trust each other.

[amandabe11man]

out of every piece of shit character in the history of media, the cigarette smoking man is one of the MOST pieces of shit, imo. legit he’s so fuckin annoying the way he’s always just hanging around without doing anything except making some face as if he’s concerned about something, even during relatively normal conversations

he’ll just sit somewhere in the background, make The Face, smoke his stupid-ass cigarettes and then fucking leave them everywhere too. he even made an oversight(?) and left them in krycek’s car which allowed mulder to connect the dots that krycek was lying

and then he’ll go around the place as if he’s got authority to tell people what to do even though the viewer doesn’t yet know who he is or who he’s actually working for. some of the other characters know, but all the viewer sees is just some apparent lackey who thinks he can give people orders and it’s just?? bro who the fuck even ARE YOU THOUGH???

how come nobody in the show knows his goddamn name either? even when he’s in skinner’s office, skinner never says what his position is, or even some kind of (fake) name to refer to him as. did he seriously just show up at the fbi headquarters one day like “hi i’m gonna hang out here now, jsyk” “umm okay. name?” “let’s just say i’m ‘the man’“ - and nobody there cared to background check him or something? granted, some of them do know who he is, but obvs not ALL of them do. is no one curious about that or are they just afraid to ask questions? (okay probably the latter) i swear though, there has gotta be a group of agents who would really like to know what this guy is even contributing with to the workplace. bc as far as i’ve seen (season 1-2), all he’s done is what i’ve described above. well, those things, and collecting (aka. stealing) evidence of aliens etc. and hiding it away in that big storage room-thing. fucker.

this is why it was the best thing ever when mulder was in skinner’s office and skinner was like “get the hell out” and you thought he was telling mulder to get out, but turns out he was saying it to the smoking man! the look on his face when he understood that skinner was talking to him was one of the tv-show moments of all time, i swear.

anyway, i hope there’ll be some comeuppance in future seasons for this annoying-ass gent. don’t disappoint me, show

EDIT: watched “one breath” (great ep btw) today and at least mulder got to threaten this bitch some! LET’S FUCKIN GOOOOO

[quillheel]

❁ ( towards any of your zelda muses − hylia and the three godesses, mainly, but also botw & totk link / zelda / ganondorf if you feel compelled...!! )

Send me a ❁ for the type of flower my muse would give to yours // Accepting!

Hylia's answer comes, sharp and slow like a blade pulled uncutting against thought, a cool not-metal against the inner heat of mind. ━ the same as sky, not in the way of wind but in the way of open space, of nothing at all, of atmosphere pressing in from out against your throat. Almost frozen, almost frigid, but without the effort in coldness, in willful ignoring, of brushing one off : cold as in cold is the absence of heat. No, Iroha receives an answer. Stale pollen and bright, blinding knowledge. ━━━ she was not made to create the way the Goddesses were, and yet, the flowers bloom at their feet regardless : perhaps they should consider themselves special.

━ bachelor button, hydrangea, bittersweet, lavender heather, white poppy, blue violet, mixed yellow & red zinnia, white hyacinth, rose leaf, & buried beneath the rest; spider flower. ( 'You are not of my domain, I am indifferent to you. However, I respect your devotion. I sympathize, perhaps, with your situation. One day, perhaps, there will something other for you. One day, perhaps, you will make one.' )

the Goddesses' response is a ancient one. months hung above the stratosphere, dangling, dangling, waiting to be lowered. Months upon months upon months, the flower of the seasons dripping into the horizon in a haze of days and nights and days again: They were intricate, and slow, and often unknowable at all. how patient, you are, for Them. How kind, to wait, for Them. They reward Iroha with answer in time, in the humid shivering haze of early morning, a wave of such love of all Iroha does, of the endless sorrow They beheld upon their duty, arriving like quartz lining their throat ━ blooms growing from 'pon their fingertips, 'cross their knuckles. a gift, a gift, how merry to be known & seen, how terrifying by They to listen & answer in turn ━ how horrible, horrible to think you had been forgotten...

━ bachelor button, maidenhair fern, red carnation, dead leaf, purple hyacinth, dark crimson rose, pine, acorn, fern, fir, white heather, iris, lily of the valley, tea rose, palm leaf. ( 'We love you, We are sorry, your faith is not unseen by Us, for This to be your undertaking, borne as chains & key. Such is Our terrible, terrible doing. Such is Our apology. We hope, perhaps, one day the selves can exist without the other or in one without smothering, smothering light. We hope, perhaps, one day you are allowed to live; a role unshackled, unlocking Thy own binds. Chains & key. Chains & key. Freedom unmade for you, and yet, still hoping to grasp it.' )

Link & Zelda come as though offering memorial, bundles of blooms and sprigs tucked in their arms as they hurry past stream and grove ( "watch your feet, 'stream made the ground soft" "ah, thank you, I believe I'll be alright-!" ) to find the place where the Blupees haunched on hind legs and watched them with startling, ruby eyes. The one Link had gone before, a familiar forest in the heavy overhang of branches & leaves. a bowl is filled with fruit steadily throughout the day beneath a great cherry tree, pink petals like silk beneath the sun. a final act of care comes as sunset threatens to burn the sky alive when, on a brief journey back to a stable for a briefer meal, they're caught in a fleeting conversation of flora & the hearts beneath their stalks ( "Oh, you're going all the way up to Satori mountain? Hey, if you're going through all the effort, I've heard people bring flowers up there sometimes, you know, offerings and the like. Some people bring flowers, symbolizing what the 'Lord of the Mountain' protector means to them. Maybe it'd be worth your time?" ) ( "That sound's like a nice idea, I think!" "I think so, yes, but what would I even bring...?" ) ━━━ they in bundles, at last, arrive. Hurried up, past the stream, to find the tree again. Zelda hesitates, an offering of silent princess clasped between delicate fingers ━ "Would it be considered disrespectful to place it at the dish...? Maybe I shouldn't..." ━ before Link, calloused hands delicate, maneuver their hands to set it down along the rest, petals bright; bright in the clear sky.

━ bittersweet, bluebell, pink camellia, iris, cattleya orchid, magnolia, evening primrose, flax, rose leaf, forsythia, fern, lavender rose, bells of ireland, azalea, sweet pea, mixed zinnea. ( 'I think you're kind, and charming, and though I rarely see you, I hope you are well. I hope to change that fleetingness, if you'll let me? I think you might like Zelda, you might have more in common than you think.' / 'I've heard of you, but never seen you, all good things. I hope one day to meet, you seem good. Perhaps lonely. I might like you, if you gave me the chance, but I'd understand if you don't like me. I hope your future is a kind one, whatever kind of future it is. I don't know you well enough, even in stories, to tell.' )

Somewhere, there is a valley tucked neatly behind the ridges of hills, in the lowered groove 'twixt them where the land sinks ginger under the long grass and the wild flower of the knolls; as though gently swept down, as though the soft lowering of a stomach, ribs high against the soft tension of smooth skin in earth, as though the rounded edges of hands where the knuckles stood war-like as the gentle palm sinks; ball of the hand softer than the upper of the palm, the upper of the palm softer than the fingers, the fingers softer than the nails, the nails softer than the bones inside them all.

Somewhere, there is a valley of tender, shivering silver. plush moss lining the ground like bolster turned cloudy like rain, muted but beautiful in variation, white paint blending with greys in the fiber that wasn't fiber, the tissue that was. A place no one knew. a place one did. flowers split, forbearing as though shifting only between the folds, and reeds rose in the bed. A place that never died, flowers like chanting; the same message, 'hundred times over, 'thousand more. ━ Somewhere, you know this place. Somewhere, no one else knows at all. Somewhere, it tells you something. Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere...

━ lotus, cherry blossom, chrysanthemum. ( 'how much would it take to stop grieving yourself, and choose to live? how long?' )

[matoitech]

i think discussions on ‘how Smart galo Really is’ r uncomfortable at Best to see abt an autistic character as an autistic person bcuz they can get rly ableist rly fast (the amount of times ive read 'high functioning' with reference to galo by ppl tryingto say Dont be ableist! by being ableist) but every time i rewatch promare i am reminded of how Much galo has clearly going on in that movie that fandom ppl just kind of ignored in order to narrow him into fitting their tropes. he has plenty of character and thoughts going on but trigger wasn't giving him a running monologue in the background so ppl just pretended he was whatever they wanted him 2 be. what a coincidence people do this 2 real autistics too,

[spaceoutdreamer]

Answered some questions my therapist gave me and she said I got a 37 and followed up with "30 and above is classified as Severe Depression. Not that your score surprises either of us"

[esmanatheathabathi]

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[itspileofgoodthings]

okay but Taylor’s prologue made me cry.

[caracoloco]

it's insane to see so many so called "radicals" or "progressives" or whatever bend over backwards to defend the status quo time and time again

[boartits]

I can be a ghost inside your head, to all of you. I can speak without sounds and crawl inside your skull. don't you know that I want to be a part of you?