The Intriguing Quest for Understanding Life's Mysteries
The Intriguing Quest for Understanding Life’s Mysteries. Life is full of mysteries, isn’t it? Are you curious about the unknown aspects of life that continue to puzzle and fascinate us? From the origins of the universe to the inner workings of the human mind, the quest for understanding life’s mysteries is a journey that has captivated scientists, philosophers, and ordinary individuals…
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fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started
(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)
(How frivolous.)
As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.
The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.
Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.
that one scene in s2 when Mike tackles Joyce in a hug and pulls her to safety when she’s in distress right after Bob dies never NEVER fails to make me cry
enough stories about how someone learns to truely be happy through love.
i want a story where someone is desperately seeking out love thinking it's the only way to be happy only for them to learn by the end that happiness is what they make of it and they don't need love at all to make it.
Your adventure started, as they often do, with some daring exploration. You gave Jimmy the good old soulmate punch test and felt nothing. And yet, it felt only natural to stick together.
The two of you happened upon some fortuitous surface iron, which you bartered for some provisions for the road.
The provisions ran out sooner than you expected.
...But with your soulmates, whoever they were, seeming more than ready to eat for two, your adventure didn't have to end there.
Unfortunately, wood isn't something that can be shared through the soulmate bond. You had to leave, pronto.
Martyn: Phew! Was that a productive trip or-
Jimmy: Martyn I'm not healing!!
Martyn: Wha-
Jimmy: The hearts!! They're not going up!!! What if something shoots at me now??
Martyn: Damn, really? Hold on, let me get us into a boat at least
thinking about paul saying "we're harkonnens. so this is how we'll survive. by being harkonnens" and about jessica saying "your father didn't believe in revenge" and paul replying "yeah well i do" and how things can die even as they continue to draw breath and how the harkonnens really did kill off all three of the atreides that night not just leto
hopeless time loop. the way out isn’t to save everyone. the way out isn’t to save even one person. the way out isn’t to change anything. the way out is accepting how it happened the first time is how it always will be. that’s how you acted, that’s how they acted, that’s how you would have acted every time if you weren’t given the curse of hindsight. the way out is accepting you can’t fix the past; you can only forgive yourself for it.