#because the quote is k

[jake-is-screaming-in-tune]

Luffy: If you don’t like your surname, you should take Zoro’s. It would suit you.

Ussop: Yeah.

Sanji: *sputtering* That’s not how it works.

Nami: Roronoa Sanji sounds good.

Zoro: It does sound good. You should keep it.

[incorrect-archivist]

peter lukas: are you in love with jon?

martin: *sweats* …no

peter: then why do you write “M+J” everywhere?

martin: it stands for murder and justice

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

"Pandora, Worrying About What She Is Doing, Finds a Way into the Valley through the Scrub Oak," from Always Coming Home by Ursula K. Le Guin

Look how messy this wilderness is. Look at this scrub oak, chaparro, the chaparral was named for it and consists of it mixed up with a lot of other things, but look at this shrub of it right here now. The tallest limb or stem is about four feet tall, but most of the stems are only a foot or two. One of them looks as if it had been cut off with a tool, a clean slice across, but who? what for? This shrub isn’t good for anything and this ridge isn’t on the way to anywhere. A lot of smaller branch-ends look broken or bitten off. Maybe deer browse the leafbuds. The little grey branches and twigs grow every which way, many dead and lichened, crossing each other, choking each other out. Digger-pine needles, spiders’ threads, dead bay leaves are stuck in the branches. It’s a mess. It’s littered. It has no overall shape. Most of the stems come up from one area, but not all; there’s no center and no symmetry. A lot of sticks sticking up out of the ground a little ways with leaves on some of them—that describes it fairly well. The leaves themselves show some order, they seem to obey some laws, poorly. They are all different sizes from about a quarter of an inch to an inch long, but each is enough like the others that one could generalise an ideal scrub-oak leaf: a dusty, medium dark-green color, with a slight convex curve to the leaf, which pillows up a bit between the veins that run slanting outward from the central vein; and the edge is irregularly serrated, with a little spine at each apex. These leaves grow irregularly spaced on alternate sides of their twig up to the top, where they crowd into a bunch, a sloppy rosette. Under the litter of dead leaves, its own and others’, and moss and rocks and mold and junk, the shrub must have a more or less shrub-shaped complex of roots, going fairly deep, probably deeper than it stands aboveground, because wet as it is here now in February, it will be bone dry on this ridge in summer.

There are no acorns left from last fall, if this shrub is old enough to have borne them. It probably is. It could be two years old or twenty or who knows? It is an oak, but a scrub oak, a low oak, a no-account oak, and there are at least a hundred very much like it in sight from this rock I am sitting on, and there are hundreds and thousands and hundreds of thousands more on this ridge and the next ridge, but numbers are wrong. They are in error. You don’t count scrub oaks. When you can count them, something has gone wrong. You can count how many in a hundred square yards and multiply, if you’re a botanist, and so make a good estimate, a fair guess, but you cannot count the scrub oaks on this ridge, let alone the ceanothus, buckbrush, or wild lilac, which I have not mentioned, and the other variously messy and humble components of the chaparral. The chaparral is like atoms and the components of atoms: it evades. It is innumerable. It is not accidentally but essentially messy. This shrub is not beautiful, nor even if I were ten feet high on hashish would it be mystical, nor is it nauseating; if a philosopher found it so, that would be his problem, but nothing to do with the scrub oak. This thing is nothing to do with us. This thing is wilderness. The civilized human mind’s relation to it is imprecise, fortuitous, and full of risk. There are no shortcuts. All the analogies run one direction, our direction. There is a hideous little tumor in one branch. The new leaves, this year’s growth, are so large and symmetrical compared with the older leaves that I took them at first for part of another plant, a toyon growing in with the dwarf oak, but a summer’s dry heat no doubt will shrink them down and warp them. Analogies are easy; the live oak, the humble evergreen, can certainly be made into a sermon, just as it can be made into firewood. Read or burnt. Sermo, I read; I read scrub oak. But I don’t, and it isn’t here to be read, or burnt. It is casting a shadow across the page of this notebook in the weak sunshine of three-thirty of a February afternoon in Northern California. When I close the book and go, the shadow will not be on the page, though I have drawn a line around it; only the pencil line will be on the page. The shadow will be then on the dead-leaf-thick messy ground or on the mossy rock my ass is on now, and the shadow will move lawfully and with great majesty as the earth turns.

The mind can imagine that shadow of a few leaves falling in the wilderness; the mind is a wonderful thing. But what about all the shadows of all the other leaves on all the other branches on all the other scrub oaks on all the other ridges of all the wilderness? If you could imagine those for even a moment, what good would it do? Infinite good.

-- Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home (273-5)

[groovygrub]

[backjustforberena]

20 random Rhaenys Targaryen lines that I love:

"And the day grows ugly."

"Their lords sent them to the tourney field with fists full of steel and balls full of seed, and we expect them to act with honour and grace. It’s a marvel that war didn’t break out at first blood."

"I did not ask for a lesson in politics, I asked whether this bothers you."

"Because I understand the order of things. I'm not sure you do."

"Do you remind your father's men of that as you carry their cups?"

"It was undignified of the King to drag himself here and beg for Laenor's hand."

"Mayhaps the Gods have scorned us. For our insatiable pride."

"We are alone here, husband, you can speak the plain truth as we both know it."

"I will not suffer the talk of crows in my house, Vaemond."

"A generous offer. Or a desperate one."

"You can bargain with me all you like. Bring my granddaughter with you to soften my resolve. But tomorrow the Hightowers land their first blow. They force you to your knees... and I must stand alone."

"The Stranger has visited me more times than I can count, Grand Maester. I assure you, he cares little whether my eyes are open or closed."

"I will do you the considerable courtesy of assuming there is a good reason for the outrage of my treatment here this morning."

"I must credit you for your boldness."

"The word of my house is not fickle."

"Would that you were the King."

"Mind yourself."

"As you permitted the murder of a little boy in his bed?"

"Princess. If we're holding to formalities."

"I'm doing my best to steer it, Ser Alfred."

[skitskatstudios]

In my language, “PK” is a curse word. So to me, Saiki and his friends all go to ‘Fuck You Academy’.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i had one of those dreams where you wake up and forget about it and it turns into a distant memory that you cant tell if it actually happened or was a dream, except it literally was not realistic and it had me taking "saiki k analysis" as a class in college, and it still took me a good hour to think back on it and be like hey... that didnt happen.

[meyerlansky]

timestamp roulette: BOARDWALK EMPIRE 1.04 "ANASTASIA" ↳ the roughneck bit… is that what the little girls are going for these days?

[monstrouscrew]

bought some acrylic markers, thx to two artists we follow on social media.

to us, this is fun! but it requires to be really _fast_)))) *play some -core*

back to the 2012 trippy drawings, huh?))

(IDs in the alt text)

[incorrect-tokens]

Vessel: There is a guy I like

III: Do you want me to kill him?

Vessel: What?! No!

III: Then why are you telling me about it?

[gayfour]

even more experiments, this time with also a bunch of quotes which are also under the cut

My very own. Have been and always shall be. That's extraordinary. Yours? Friend‚ Brother‚ Lover. Couldn't touch me. Definite pleasurable experience. My mind to your mind. It gives me emotional security. I feel friendship for you. The needs of the few‚ Or the one. Please‚ Captain. At his side‚ as if you've always been there and always will. Dig it in there. As you wish. I need him. I shall do neither. My captain and my friend. Jim! This simple feeling. You know his thoughts. Be careful. Good to have a friend like you. Let me help. You saved us all. Warm‚ decent feeling. Meant more to me than you could know. You’ll lose everything‚ you’ll destroy yourself. Luck. Miracles. Never alone. Desperation.

[hanzajesthanza]

"the michael kandel translation of "the witcher" short story can't hurt you!!"

the michael kandel translation of "the witcher" short story:

[jazzajazzjazz]

EPLER AND WEEKES TRYIN TO BACKPEDAL LMAOOOOOO

Like damage control is gonna fix this illuminati bullshit mess that YOU CREATED

[glownery]

wishing everyone who celebrates a happy easter and an even happier transgender day of visibility 🐣🪩🫶🪽

[bigheartedbibliophile]

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Summary: 😲😈🤯

Read: June 2021

SPOILERS

In a series, I always write my review after reading each book, not after reading the whole series, so some of the questions I ask are answered later.

I LOVED this book. I love all of the characters, the interactions, and everything. I like the perspective in this book, with each chapter told from a different character. I am Kanej trash, 10000%. Also, Nina and Matthias? I am 10000% trash for them too. I honestly don’t know if I have a favorite character. They’re all fantastic (It’s Jesper, everyone knows it’s Jesper)

I thought the heist was extraordinary and intricate. NINA?! Love that for her (even though it was badass, I still didn’t want her to have an addiction to it) Wylan is a little shit, but I love him. My heart breaks for Kaz (I am surprised that he left Rollins alive, but I’m sure he will serve his purpose soon)

The cliffhanger?!

[incorrectplanet]

jeonghyeon: guys. i need help.

kuanjui: love help?

ricky: financial help?

jay: emotional help?

zhang hao: help moving a body?

over me team:

zhang hao: what?