#littlewhitely

[justletmeforget]

✨UPDATE✨

“Carina, if it was just about you, what would you do?”

“Get on an airplane.” I snorted out a laugh, tight and painful. “Without question.”

“Then get on that airplane.”

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because love is precious.”

[doritopaw101]

Need to know your thoughts about Whitethroat x Littlecloud, Bluestar x Crookedstar, and hmmm hows bout Leafpool x Mothwing :)))

Whitethroat x Littlecloud

Love the thought of them as two child soldiers under Brokenstar growing close as Shadowclan rebuilds and starts to fall again due to the sickness.

A simple but tender love as they run to get help and stay with each other. I can only wonder what went through Littlecloud’s head when he finds Whitethroat dead.

Bluestar x Crookedstar

My tragic darlings. I will be a crookedblue truther til I die.

I just like how they went together so well and seeing there perspectives from their super editions really sold me on them. They just vibed to me in a way that trumps over anything I could think about with Blueoak.

There’s definitely something tragic when Leopardstar takes power and how Bluestar would feel knowing that her love is gone.

Plus the angst of Bluestar naming Brightpaw Lostface and Crookedstar watching. Just imagine that conversation.

Leafpool x Mothwing

My other dear tragic darlings.

So much beautiful poetry to be said with them.

I really adore how much they cared about each other and that scene when Mothwing says she doesn't believe the stars but she believes in Leafpool makes me melt.

Adoration.

[andrepitz]

Ein kluges Video-Essay von Sophie Park für Little White Lies https://andrepitz.de/2024/08/27/how-movies-watch-the-news-wo-liegt-die-wahrheit/

[richtong1]

tech: Shure TWS 2 Adapter and Keychron Q1 Max interference

Ok, here is a weird one for you, I have a Shure TWS2 Bluetooth adapter which actually works great with my Moondrop VARIATIONS in-ear monitors. But when I use Bluetooth with my Keychron Q1 Max, I get stuttering and buffering issues. If I hook in the dedicated 2.4GHz wireless dongle no problem or if I connect direct. Shure TWS2 Bluetooth Adapters I’ve tried the Moondrop littleWHITE which a…

[fuckyeahilike]

tooyoungforreality:

littlewhite (by the rose of winter)

[juhnkit]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #LiamStJohn featuring #JoshuaQuimby,   #LittleWhiteLies ... From #StrippedBack [Official Audio Track] (2023) #MMitM1

[practicefortheheart]

Lemon...? Cinnamon? :D

Opinions on snails

I prefer snails over slugs - I think they are pretty cute with their little eyestalks. 

Describe your aesthetic

This is difficult, because on the one hand I’m very into cottagecore, but I live in the city and that’s basically a fantasy. In the real world I go for clean lines and timeless design. I like a mix between simple forms and natural materials. In clothes I also have a ‘less is more’ approach. I don’t do bling or neon. Comfort is everything to me. 

thanks for asking, bab! <3

[twfriggason]

LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH @youlightmeupfinn ‘s WHOLE ACC

YOU SHALL BECOME AN OFFICIAL WRITER AND I SWEAR I WILL BUY ALL OF YOUR BOOKS .

[elsewhereuniversity]

The Changeling Improv Fiasco

For some reason the play was still As You Like It. It hadn’t turned into The Play yet, and Benedick had great hopes of it remaining so throughout the evening. There had been the wrestling, the banishing of Rosalind, the transformation to Ganymede and Aliena and even the confrontation of Olivier and Orlando and all was still more or less going as planned. True, Keys, who played the role of Charles the wrestler, would have to be replaced with Yoko after tonight, since ‘you will try but one fall’ had turned into ‘you will fight to the death’. Alyssa, who played Rosalind, had done some seriously impressive improv to assure that the new Orlan-NO, as Benedick called him in his mind when he was sure no-one was listening in, only mildly sprained some of Keys’s body parts. It was a calculated risk. All actors knew the dangers of the craft. No-one with black glistening skin and eyes without pupils was going to scare them off. Even if they weren’t a regular.

There were some Regular Visitors that Benedick had almost grown rather fond of. Some only showed up for Waiting for Godot and he’d have to soothe the Estragon of that evening with promises of other nights and other plays. Others came for nothing but Shakespeare. For example, the Other Evellyn sometimes replaced female parts that the original Evellyn was going to play, which was something of a blessing because if you looked past the extra fingers and the occasional flicking of the tongue, she beat the original by a mile when it came to monologue-delivery. Other Evellyn also graciously placed the Evellyn she was replacing in the same props-storage room every time she came to Visit, to avoid Drama. She was quite pleasant, really.

Some of the cast never avoided any drama. In theatre, that group is fairly small. Benedick shook his head. RATHER. Not the other word. Not even close to the other word. No. Rather small. The rining in his ears stopped. He breathed. Close one. What had he been thinking? Right, drama. Some actors here LIVED on drama. Of course there was Hu’tho’lugh, the thing with the purple and the claws and the sash, but when it came to humans, Jaques was a close second. Benedick sat down on the props-table. He mouthed along the lines of Jaques, as played by Jaques. “Invest me in my motley; give me leave to speak my mind, and I will through and through  cleanse the foul body of the infected world, if they will patiently receive my medicine.” Jaques might do with a little less speaking his mind and a lot more cleansing of his own sometime soon. Benedick had given him several whispered warnings that playing the part on which your name was based was a terrible idea. He, for example, would NEVER want to play Benedick. That’s why the name was so suitable. But there was Jaques, on stage, in an already-descending glittering mist, playing himself. Intensifying his identity and his ties to his name. Foolishness of true Shakespearean proportions. Good job Jaques. Very appropriate.

Benedick buried his face in his hands while he listened to the idiot’s final lines. “But who comes here?” A thought occured to Benedick. He hadn’t seen it as a fighting scene, it hadn’t been so in the original script. But anything could happen. Orlando, no, OrlanNO was in control of the lines. “Forbear, and eat no more.” Benedick peeked through his fingers at the stage. Between the curtains, he could see the back of Jaques. Nothing of his posture revealed there was anything wrong, but if OrlanNO had been looking at Benedick the way he was currently looking at Jaques, he wouldn’t have been able to squeak out ‘Why, I have eat none yet’ with such volume. Benedick crept closer to the curtains as the actors on stage started to realise what was wrong with every line spoken. “Nor shalt not, till my hunger is satisfied” was never in the script. The senior Duke was played by The Captain that night, and Benedick had to commend him for how little he stuttered during his lines. In fact, he had almost got to “rude despiser of good manners” before he lapsed into silence. His eyes met Benedick’s, who then glanced at OrlanNO with uncertainty. The changeling looked less and less like the Wilfred that he had been trying to imitate. Benedick somehow doubted that they would find poor Wilfred back in any props cupboard anywhere. White teeth glimmered in the bright stage lights. OrlanNO looked hungry. Famished.

Benedick’s hands clutched the curtain. He took a look at the stage, the audience, the teeth. Then he straightened his back, shoved his bell-cap on his head and thrust himself onto the stage. Touchstone was not in this scene, but the Duke didn’t look like he was going to say another word till next week and the show must go on. He stared at the audience, jingled slightly and muttered a joy-less ‘hey ho nonny nonny’ before doing something truly foolish. He addressed OrlanNO directly. “What would you have? Your gentleness shall force more than your force move us to gentleness.” OrlanNO had stopped bothering with lines. It was an improv fiasco, but what else could a fool do? “I see you almost die for food…” He exchanged looks with Jaques, who croaked “would you have it?” Benedick cling-clanged over to OrlanNO, who was eyeing the first row rather than the kettle-of-stew-prop that they had on stage. An audience member instantly dropped her bag of M&M’s. The sound of rolling candy made OrlanNO growl.

Touchstone took over. Benedick heard Touchstone say “I was bid to come for you.” And with a jump that made all the bells on his suit sound like the world tiniest and most excited cathedral, he landed off the stage, right in front of the audience. “Good ev'n, gentle friend” was also part of his lines, which cobbled themselves together to suggest some audience interaction might be required at this point. Thankfully, the first few rows had got the point rather swiftly. Touchstone’s bell-cap came off and in it, any and all audience snacks were gathered. Touchstone looked at OrlanNO for approval. “So-so.” The voice was almost Wilfred’s again. He sounded almost pleased. “'So so’ is good, very good, very excellent good; and  yet it is not; it is but so so.” Touchstone looked pointedly at the people in the back rows, who started throwing their snacks onstage. This seemed to put OrlanNO back into his good humour. Touchstone climbed the stage and presented the ‘meal’. “Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.”

The hungry changeling dropped to the floor and grabbed for the food. OrlanNO seemed capable of speech while eating. As the contents of the hat were being devoured, somewhere from the inside of OrlanNO came the lines: “Pardon me, I pray you: I thought that all things had been savage here; and therefore put I on the countenance of stern commandment. But whate'er you are that in this desert inaccessible, under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time. If ever you have look’d on better days, if ever been where bells have knoll’d to church, if ever sat at any good man’s feast, if ever from your eyelids wiped a tear and know what ‘tis to pity and be pitied, let gentleness my strong enforcement be: In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.” Touchstone decided that Adam could wait for his part of the meal just a little longer. To distract the audience from the sound of loud chewing, he prodded Jaques. “Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre presents more woeful pageants than the scene wherein we play in.” Jaques nodded, and to his credit, took the centre stage. While an expert demonstration of the word ‘gnawing’ could be witnessed behind him, Jaques started ‘All the world’s a stage…” Touchstone crept back into the curtains. The show went on. 

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LittleWhiteLy: Great thanks to lurkeymclurker for giving me the idea in the first place. 

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[gammaray-burst]

man :[

[everydaystyles]

fuzzy_chops: You've been taking up my mind.... #harrystyles #onedirection #otraglasgow

[richtong1]

av: MOONDROP littlewhite and Variations do rock

I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, I took a trip with the MOONDROP Variations hooked up to the Qudelix 5K, and the auto equalization and other features are great. The only thing that is a little tricky is the I had forgotten how having a cord to a little dongle on the belt can be a bit of pain. There are two problems: The Moondrop Variations are just held with a .75mm pin set and losing one…

[geekynerfherder]

#AttackTheBlock, first released in cinemas #OnThisDay in 2011 Art by #JoeWilson (@joe_wilson-draws) #CoverArt for the March/April 2011 issue of #LittleWhiteLies magazine (@lwlies) #CoolArt #Art #Magazine #MagazineCover #MagazineCover #LWLies #JohnBoyega #JoeCornish https://www.instagram.com/p/CAIym7TDhMu/?igshid=15bdx2tr43b3j

[waynelvslcy]

Lucille talks about how her little white lies have come back to bite her early on in her relationship with Desi...little white lies designed to endear herself to her man. She inflated her ability to dance, her like for fast cars, her cooking prowess and the strength of her sea legs. "I took the path of least resistance and, rather than admit ignorance of any subject, boasted that my accomplishments were many. As for my seaworthiness, I felt safe inasmuch as Desi did not own a boat. Seven years later that 'little white lie' caught up with me when it became quite apparent that even the sight of a mooring made me green—and not with envy. In fact, I am the sickest galley slave at the yacht basin on the weekends that we go to sea." —Lucille, article, 'Should a Wife Reveal Her Sins', 1950 #lucilleball #desiarnaz #yachtinglife #littlewhitelies #sealegs #seasickness #yachtclub #desilu #ilovelucy #green #seasick #boatinglife https://www.instagram.com/p/CD1gbKcn10W/?igshid=a9kn31wa2m2b

[practicefortheheart]

littlewhitely replied to your post “Halfway into season 2 of ATLA and so far my conclusion is that...”

WHOOO yes, atla is amazing and you're going to love the fudge out of it

I have been binging it pretty hard - it’s really good!