#i tried to keep it short

[grindedcoffeebeans]

do you ever think about "the winner takes it all" being so brocedes coded... they had nothing to lose... they had everything to lose... friendship...

HELLO, İ LOVE YOU

Their entire history? It's tragic. And i am but a sucker for tragedies,,

Going from such close friends to someone you can barely stand to look at? Having someone you trust more than most, someone you can relate to so deeply, and it's ripped from your hands by your own dreams and ambitions??

And in the end, it still feels inevitable - because that's what the sport is all about: proving that you're the best. It's a tragedy in itself to know how many people attempt to leave their mark, only to lose their seat in an instant. It's a sport like any else, there's the winner and the loser, and everyone wants to succeed.

And still, imagine having so much shared history with someone, something that runs so deep, that your names will forever be associated with one another.

Imagine being Nico Rosberg and knowing that despite everything, Lewis Hamilton will always be the modern face of F1 - that you've witnessed the birth of a legend. To watch him grow bigger and bigger, win race after race. And no matter how hard you try, compared to him your efforts seem fruitless.

And yet, even today, the name Lewis Hamilton will never stand without the mention of Nico Rosberg, his best friend and his biggest rival, the ghost of a legend who managed to dethrone him in the end.

It's as beautiful as it is heartbreaking to know that at some point you'd have to look back and ask yourself whether or not it was worth it all, at the cost of your friendship.

[bearlytolerant]

hi bear!! i saw that writing prompts meme you reblogged, so: 4 for the Arisen and Phaesus? :D

Hello! Ah, thank you so much! ☺️

4. I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line 

Wake

She does not cross his mind.

Not for days. For weeks. Months.

He is not counting.

Close to his goals and he can almost touch his fingers to this world and spin it off its axis. The idea thrills him. Though it is late and he must sleep, he walks the shore of the Olta’Battahl Coastline, hoping the waves will quiet his mind. The morrow will be the day of change and tonight he will quietly celebrate with the hushed clapping of the waves.

Twilight horizon, amethyst locks, a sharp intake of breath and he halts. Heels digging into the shifting silt of the pebbled beach, he knows that silhouette standing stoically at the shore. Knows the arch of the back in front of him and the tattoos he’s traced with his fingers countless times. The curves of those hips that his hands have held, squeezed. Lips have kissed. Those shoulders that his palms have cupped while he smooths them up the soft skin of her neck, pulling her close as he whispered words that he told himself were lies; manipulations. But now he beholds this half of her in whole memories, and knows in his heart that the only lies told were the ones to himself.

The urge to experience her, rediscovering every inch of her body swells in his chest but his feet remain planted. Heart pounding, frozen in a wave of indecision, he wonders where her pawns are. Why she is alone. Why she is here, near the shore at all.

She bends, removing her sandals one at a time and tosses them far out into the water. The brine’s now shadowed tendril’s lash out, splashing and swallowing her boots and he imagines what little clothes she wears must be soaked now. Unbothered, she steps out past the shoreline, her ankles deep in water and desire is replaced with panic.

Boots slipping in the rocks, his feet feel caught in slowed time. He stumbles and slides, jaw agape with horror as she sinks into the grasp of the brine without a single cry from help passing from her lips. A crumbling to his knees, palms now bloodied with the sharp, jagged edges of stone in his skin and he reaches for her with shaking hands.

“Gwyn,” he whispers against the cacophony of the insatiable brine tendrils that have now swallowed her up.

Crawling to the edge of the shore just as the splashing settles, he falls prostrate, curling his fingers around the soaked pebbles, burning his wounds with silt and salt. There is a hollowness in his heart where maybe relief or tears or something should be. But then the brine stirs, shifting with a subtle scarlet glow and she reappears next to him, soaked, and eyes closed in peace.

He scrambles, hands closing over her body, pressing against her cheeks. “You must wake,” he tells her fervently, though without her, his goals would be easier to achieve. But he’s never expected ease.

Her hand finds his and squeezes, lips pulling into a slow, soft smile. “Phaesus,” she says, hushed like the waves lapping at the shore. “I have missed you.” She kisses his palm. The inside of his wrist.

Closing his eyes, he clenches his jaw to dam the emotions that threaten to flood him. Of course this world would not let her go so easily. The only redeemable quality about it.

[confessionofanardentheart]

1.1 Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov

"Karamazov" comes from two words: the Turkish word "Kara", meaning "black", and the Russian word "mazat", meaning "to smear". The family is a black stain, and there's nothing the blot won't smear to ensure its own comfort in the sludge.

Fyodor Pavlovich is quite a common type of man, in all his strangeness. His peculiarities are what make him a "national" type, similarly to how the strangeness of his third son, Alexey, carries its generation. Haven't we all met at least one Fyodor Pavlovich? I can say I've heard of a few old opportunists who fit in his category. He's the insolent jester and scrounger who irritates and scandalizes us all, but the ideas he carries are not so strange.

On the other side of the coin: Adelaida Ivanovna Miusova, of the romantic generation, irritated by a feeling of captivity. The referenced poem says much about her character:

This romantic heroine whose short life could be a novel lasts no more than four pages out of a thousand, slapstick violence and tragic end included. Their romantic elopement was a lie from the start, with each looking for what they lacked and the other had: her wealth, his freedom from social expectations.

However, Adelaida's freedom and lofty ideas can only go so far when she finds herself in poverty, running from a house in which she must look at her future staring back at her with a mocking smile. Did Fyodor still weep even though he rejoiced at her death, or not? Can these contradictions coexist? Was he more naive than we think, or are we the naive ones for possibly thinking such man would over a wife who only brought him conflict?

All that's certain is that a child born from greed is what remained.

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Links:

Lermontov's poem, "Don't trust in self" translated into English // Original

@keepingupwiththekaramazovs

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Title: Sunday Surprise

Word Count: 364

One fine Sunday, as the sheets pooled near your feet, sunlight warming your back, on the brink of asleep and awake, you curled around your bolster and kept your eyes firmly closed. 

It was Sunday, and one of those rare days when you had no PowerPoints to prepare, or documents to revise, or emails to write; this meant you could sleep in with your girlfriend well into the afternoon. 

Speaking of your girlfriend, she chuckled from beside you. "Feeling lazy, are we?"

You hummed. 

A gentle hand carded through your hair, making you melt into the bed.

This beautiful, romantic moment was broken by your phone ringing. 

You groaned and refused to acknowledge it, making her chuckle. "Come one, you kurer dim, it's your best friend. Pick it up."

Grumbling about the ghorer shotru bibhishon, you accepted the call with bleary eyes.

Screaming met your ears, and you winced. "Keep it down, will you? Robbarer dupure phone korte lojja korena?"

"It's not the time to keep it down! It's time to get it up! So wake up, you sloth and open the goddamn news channel."

"What the hell are you talking about? Shoja shoji bolte parish na? Ghum theke uthiye abol tabol bokchhish?"

"It's legal! Marriage for us is finally legal! Now get your ass down here before I drag you out."

You sat up at record speed, the world spinning for a moment, before settling into a fuzzy, out-of-focus image. You weren't wearing your glasses, you realized belatedly. "Are you serious?! Shotti bolchhish?!"

"Oof tui na- bolchhi to khobor ta khol. Ato gadha kano re?"

For once, you let the insult go, turning to your confused girlfriend and feeling like you might just start crying a river.

"I'll- I'll call you back."

"What happened? Is he okay?"

"The hearing-" Your throat tightened. "Same-sex marriage is legal."

"Oh." She looked like she might cry too. "So that means-"

You hugged her as tight as you could, the ring on your finger feeling warmer than it had ever had.

She returned the embrace with equal enthusiasm, and you knew she was thinking of her own ring even as she buried her head in your shoulder. 

@desi-lgbt-fest

Day 11: One Fine Sunday...

[yuquinzel]

fuck it I'm gonna post it

[dove-da-birb]

Name Palettes

This is from the chain (boi it got LONG). And I have some thoughts and colour theory notes.

Personal Blog

Green-focused, with accents of bright blue. Other colours consist of brown and grey.

Green; peace, tranquillity, new beginnings, hope, optimism. Nature. Responsibility, hope, forgiveness, wealth. The shades of green here are softer, and 4 (top 2 left, last of the 2nd row, and 1st of 3rd row, are some of my favourite shades)

Brown; warmth, security, earth. Dependable. There's a more rich brown, and then a softer brown; I like both.

Blue; open space, freedom, tranquility, intuition, imagination, inspiration. When compared to the other colours it comes as a shock of bright colour, providing some contrast.

Grey; neutrality, balance. I also associate it with wisdom, modesty, and not coming on too strong - taking it slow.

Vibe; a cloudy day by a lake, sitting on a moss-covered log with a forest behind you.

Writing Blog

Heavy purple focus, literally the only other colour is pink, and grey is a shade (see above for grey analysis).

Dark purple; wealth, royalty, wisdom, spirituality. (I classify the dark blue-violet in this category).

Light purple; romantic, sensitive, light-hearted.

Pink; love, kindness, nurturing, nostalgic, playful.

Vibe; the sky just before the sun is finally down, pink clouds touching the horizon.

Full Name

Shade heavy. No heavily saturated colours save for the pine green and navy blue.

Not going to list all of the colour meanings again, but something to note is the 3 more pastel colours interrupting the more dark colours, which I find interesting. Not my personal favourite, but it is forgiven for the pine green.

Vibe; hiking a mountain with dark clouds overhead, they part for a moment revealing the blue sky.

Firstname

This is my favourite one. Overall it's really pleasing to the eye and feels super comforting. All of the colours have been mentioned (blue, grey, brown, pink, purple). I can forgive the lack of greens since I feel like this fits me the best. What I want in life and want to bring to others.

The pastels would symbolize a lighter feeling to the emotions mentioned, and wouldn't be overbearing. Not rushing, or pushing things or people.

Vibe; a quilt made by a loved one, smelling of lilacs and rain, birds singing outside. Nostalgic.

[millipede-menace]

You r more than welcome to say that you don’t like designs in a show and there is criticism that can be applied to canon designs without a doubt but giving a character with a wider body type a skinner/daintier waist and limbs is kinda weird. Just because you say she’s masculine (she doesn’t really look very masculine in your example sorry) she still has a dainty body when she canonically has a short fat/stocky look to her even in concept art

No no for sure, I’m not saying I fixed her/that it’s the final design. I don’t want to make her dainty or masculine(at least I don’t think muscles should be considered masculine), I just tried to show the thought process and how I interpreted her short stockyness as a more muscular boxer/roller derby body type bc I feel like it would make more sense for her character and in the world.

I want to draw her better in the future, I just don’t have too much experience with drawing different body types. It’s something I def need to work on

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

I know you are an adamant fan of the mode, but I was curious to know your take on this question-

Do you think Spartan Ops would have been better had it been a separate campaign/expansion alla Half-Life Opposing Force and not the pseudo-firefight mode we did get?

Oh this is a good question!

This is asking if SpOps could be its own standalone mode/game a la ODST or the HL installments, and honestly as it is now - no. Maybe if it was not part of the "new" 343 Halo, then they could have had the space to explore storytelling this way without the extra scrutiny.

If it had been a DLC and not a mad dash from launch to write and make this game mode to release weekly, and they weren't constrained to the 360's hardware that was already kind of struggling with Halo 4, I do think it would have been more ...accepted? Before Waypoint got rid of forums, most of the gripes were how hard it was to play on solo or higher difficulties. Yeah a minority hated some of the characters or the switching tones/seriousness (come on it's Halo, there's going to be whiplash), but I've seen people say they liked the game mode and just wished it had xyz or was more balanced.

If it had had a chance to be released all at once and had been tested for bugs/balancing, I do think it might have been more successful, but the crunch was insane. They also had to deal with the new menu and gamer confusion. Halo fans are not smart and do not like change.

tldr Spartan Ops couldn't be ODST as it is but it was also made with duct tape and paper mache as the episodes were published, if it got to be it's own thing it would need some work, but would still be a risk. Maybe that's why the mobile games are like that.

Anyways, I have dredged up some videos if people are like me and like the behind the scenes stuff. The way they made this is insane to me

[itfitsitshipsart]

How are you :D

Hi hi!

I'm doing well! The weather has been surprisingly nice, my sunflowers in the garden are blooming (the bees are so happy), and I am letting myself obsess over this cult leader precious man!

Just take a moment to look at my sweet Sugu! ^3^

I am eating up the new season of JJK and us getting to see him more, so I'm rolling with it and my love for him (and ready for the painful parts of later in the season)

It makes me wanna rant about him, ya know? And about how much I love him. Sure, he's a villain and does horrible things, but he's such a good dad and a loving husband. And he's so gentle and considerate, so long as he's not in a teasing mood.

I was also reminded that he is, in fact, 6'3". Which, with me being 5'5", he is quite taller than me ^///^

Have more pictures while I swoon and bury my face into his chest!

[inseparableduo]

Closed starter for @vulcans-nexus

The two felt like they were hit by a train as they slowly came into consciousness. Every single part of their body felt heavy and either felt sore or downright ached like they had fresh wounds. Which they most likely did but, they didn't care about that quite yet. Before they even opened their eyes or even tried to figure out where they were at the moment, they reached their hands out, looking for each other. It took a few seconds but, eventually, they found each other's hand and that was enough to calm them down.

It was then they could think about where they were and how they got here. They had been with Seth and Issac, protecting the two from a demon. They knew they took it down, but not without getting seriously hurt themselves. Which probably meant they were in the boy's room in one of the beds.

"Ugh. My head." Andrew groaned. It was then he noticed that his voice was hoarse, and his entire mouth felt drier than sand.

“How long have we been out.” Darla said, quietly. Her voice and mouth being in the exact same state her twin was in.

[lvndrhzd]

@fablelike sent , “ don't move … a muscle. ” nat to clint?

panic sets in … a moth to a flame. he should be used to her sparking near cardiac arrest episodes within his chest. but he isn't. doesn't honestly believe anything about her will ever set in as a normal. except the thing he doesn't voice out loud. the fact that she is always a call away. if he says it , will it stop? will she catch on to the fact that she is an ever constant in his life and suddenly evaporate into thin air? and why are the thought rushing through his head at a hundred mile an hour , when focus should be on keeping muscles in place long enough for her to explain why the hell he shouldn't be moving them anyway?

“ you uh … you gonna elaborate on that? because i gotta tell you, the muscle in my head is having a hard time keeping all the rest still. ” there's a ghost of laughter across his tongue. he wants to believe she is just doing what she can to provoke such reaction. but that's usually more of a hawkeye specialty. and even if he'll appreciate the humor of her prank later … now, now he needs something to steady the pounding that is near trembling through him.

[keymintt]

got an impulse to animate a little

[remxedmoon]

go my beebos

a second timeloop has hit the marshall. hi this game has completely taken over my brain. i will never be the same person again. go play detective beebo i am begging you. it is a 5 hour game. we still haven’t gotten every ending after 15 hours. i’m really normal about detective beebo you have to believe me.

[tyttetardis]

Finally managed to record a bit of David at curtain call 😍

Brilliant seeing this incredible production once again - and getting to see what's different and what isn't 🥹🥰

(Please don't repost ☺️)

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: What was wrong with the timing?!

Pac: You did it in the worst possible timing! Everything was–

Bagi: I think we ruined the kiss.

Everyone:

Pac: It– it wasn't the kiss, more– you know? It was– *mumbles*

Tubbo: IT WAS MORE?! IT WAS MORE?! ON THE FIRST DATE?!

Bagi: WE DON'T NEED THE DETAILS!

Fit: That's not what he meant!

[kakerutori]

I can’t stop talking about Byler fighting. I truly can’t. Because it’s the greatest evidence for me that they’re endgame if not also incredibly compatible.

Their arguments do not ring with an air of “get away from me.” They’re not telling each other, “you’re my enemy.” They sound more like “what’s wrong? Talk to me,” and, “you’re my best friend. I want to keep what we have.” And what’s wilder yet is that they don’t lack in understanding with each other. They understand each other so well that one of them has to retreat.

This is what happens when you become so overwhelmed that you have to step away from the emotion - and would a truly hateful fight end like this? Look, the answer is partly yes, but when you then look at how these two come back together, there’s an active pursuit, a turning back - specifically from Mike both times - where repentance is sought after. And that’s where we veer away from hatred and into love.

Love does this. Love fights and hits right where it hurts and sometimes goes way too far, but then in the end, you don’t pull away. You don’t just leave it or come back angry and want to stake your claim, you think about what’s been done and grow from it. And I think that Mike’s apology in s4e4 was the single greatest moment of growth for him as a character. As was Will’s acceptance of his apology and trying to apologize, too.

I think that where the general audience get mixed up is that Mike and Will’s fights end on a sour note. They always look like they get cut short, they’re obviously talking about El, oh, they’re clearly trying to get away from each other and can’t finish their thoughts.

But you can’t just stop there. You can’t deny that these emotions are reserved for each other alone. When you analyze their fights and really see what they’re talking about - “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls,” “well, we used to be best friends!” - it’s not that difficult to see they’re emotional over each other.

At the heart of it, when you care about something, when you love it. You get emotional. If you didn’t love it, if it meant nothing to you, you wouldn’t react. Mike and Will react to each other.

It’s not hard to imagine them continuing to fight and learning more about each other. Facing more of what hurts. I agree that they get cut short, and I think that one jab too deep may reveal something incredibly important to them. But we just don’t get to see it in Mike’s garage nor at the Rink-o-Mania, and I think that that’s wholly intentional and possibly reserved for season 5. And from there, it’s not hard to see their emotions turn into something more, too. Because at the end of the day, they’re passionate about their relationship.

All this is to say, I’m really excited for them to dig deeper next season. Maybe it’s a fight, maybe it’s a confession, maybe it’s both. And just like how their fights don’t truly end in one leaving the other but coming back together later on, their stories aren’t over yet.