#moara

[jurnaldebucovina]

David Croitor: BUNICA ŞI FERICIREA

Ce este fericirea? Eram copil, aveam unsprezece sau poate doisprezece ani când am auzit pentru prima dată acest cuvânt, fericire. L-am găsit într-o carte sub forma întrebării de mai sus. Nu mai ţin minte care era contextul, cine pe cine întreba şi de ce o făcea. Am reţinut întrebarea tocmai pentru că nu avea un răspuns clar, sau cel puţin nu găsisem eu un răspuns clar, iar treaba asta m-a…

[dianapopescu]

Moara: Simbol și semnificație

În numeroase cosmologii din civilizații timpuriu avansate, rotirea stelelor în jurul celestului Pol Nord (legat de centrul pământului de o cristalină axă a lumii / Axis Mundi) era văzută ca o "moară uriașă". Epocile ciclice ale pământului erau asociate simbolic cu rotațiile acestei mori. https://www.diane.ro/2023/06/moara-simbol-si-semnificatie.html

[mukuuji]

Moara Otero

[ms-blaga]

Lista de cumpărături a lui Ghiță be like:

✅️ 2 câini (fioroși și buni de dresat!)

✅️ 2 pistoale (să ajungă)

✅️ o sluga

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

HOLLY FUCK I ONLY KNEW 2 LESSONS OUT OF 9 FOR HISTORY AND THOSE WERE USED FOR SUBJECT TWO AND THE ESSAY 😭😭 I WENT IN THINKING I'LL FIGHT FOR MY LIFE IN ORDER TO GET 5 OR STRETCH IT TO 6 AND I WALKED OUT WITH A 8 TO 9

[esorydoolb]

Chapter 2 of my Starfield fanfic "Rebirth: Enter the Void" is up!

This story is basically a collection of slates from Starborn!Alan's crew members and allies. Since I'm not in love with the main companions of Starfield, I'm writing a fic for all my favorite other companions. Chapter 2 is all about my favorite Vanguard and how he meets the spacefarer in another universe ... Enjoy!

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Moara Otero: All in a Day's Work

No idea how I had made this mistake and not seen the result coming. In my naivety, I thought I could annoy these Spacers into running away, since it had been so easy to sneak into their base, a repurposed level of the abandoned Nova Galactic Staryard orbiting Luna. I had done it multiple times, always at night, when they couldn’t see my ship docking on the gigantic star station. Like a ghost, I had slipped away with their supplies, loot that they had stolen from independent settlers and small farms. My plan had been to exploit their lack of security and organization to make them aware that their crimes wouldn’t go unseen. That went well, until one day it didn’t.  

I was sitting in their trap. I escaped two of their sleek black fighter ships, scrambled away with a defective shield, forcing me to hide in the lion’s den, where they didn’t expect me. In the Staryard, I found enough spare parts for emergency repairs. I boarded the repaired ship with a cold trepidation clinging to my frame. Every movement felt like my limbs were made of metal, foreign objects that I forced to work for me. I climbed onto the main deck and secured the Marksman rifle I was carrying in its case, keeping the small arms at my side. Sitting down in the pilot seat, I used my metal fingers to maneuver the ship into space, leaving behind a ransacked Spacers base and a piece of bait that would lure them all the way out to the lifeless ice giant of Sol.

I had raiders and bandits on my tail, angered them enough to chase me through the whole Sol System if need be. And they would – they were already sending a group of professional Ecliptic mercenaries after me to track down my ship and extinguish me like a pestering bug. The logical outcome of this situation was a fight for survival, and the only details I could influence were the when and how. At least that way, I would know when and where they’d attack. I’d already sent out a distress call, but who knew how long until the UC stationed around Mars would respond. At this time of the year, the distance between the two planets was almost minimal. If I was lucky and the Ecliptic had more brains than brawn, they’d be careful about rushing into an ambush, giving the UC more time to arrive. And if not … then I’d be making my last stand here, in the blackest sea. They said that in Old Earth mythology, Neptune was the god of naval victories. I didn’t believe in these old tales, but I believed in a system in which justice prevailed. 

I navigated the ship into the cold orbit of Neptune, hiding in the shadow of a meteoroid field and turning off the engines. It gave me a brief moment of calm to think of a plan, but more importantly, I scrabbled about the ship for an empty audio slate. In all this time stationed in Sol, I had never sent a message back home. Not that it hadn’t crossed my mind; inevitably, I just always failed to find a purpose in it. 

This time, the sudden fear of being hunted down for elimination had me in a chokehold. There was a ring around my lungs, pressing down consistently until the guilt crushed me, and there was no escaping it. I plumped down in a corner of the ship with the slate in my hand and pressed the button to record.

I’d known the risks when I had signed up to become a Vanguard. Even when looking into the moist, glistening eyes of my little boy, and your eyes, Chianna … I was so aware of the possibility that we wouldn’t see each other again. That’s why it had to have been so hard for you two to understand why I just stood up and left. When I tried to explain what I am going through out here, I was hoping that it’d make you understand a little better. That this is my life, a purpose I am happy to fulfill. Because every time I watched your eyes, it was not only you who looked back, but I could glance the stars, the planets, and the people living out there, in their spaceships, and little homesteads … You reflected my inner soul, like a black shimmering mirror. 

I don’t know whether you still think about me at all. My biggest regret is not knowing if I would be able to come back home and still be welcomed. The only times when I feel at peace anymore are when I’m between the stars, reaching out with the sword of justice, an extended arm of the UC. So, if I was unable to perform my job, then I had failed you all, hadn’t I?

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[skeysesil]

I will be honest, that angry tone struck some chords in me.

[l3mon-boy]

POV tocmai ai terminat de citit moara cu noroc

[meezer]

this is literally breaking bad to me. why did nobody tell me ghita has some badass lines and he actually physically fights back against lica & his henchmen lol

[dragaica]

Cred ca problema comunitatii asteia e ca uram femeile si le folosim doar ca pioni in incercari penibile de a castiga argumente cretine pe gc-uri pt a ne face viata trista sa simta putin mai insemnata

[shinehollow]

why are there so many of you

[saintjustediary]

also for my romanian tbosas girlies…do ya’ll see the resemblance between Coriolanus Snow & Ghiță too like…the way they both struggle with an internal conflict, if they should settle for a modest life and having the main purpose of providing for their families, or if they should descent to power, having an influential guide that tests how far they will go to do their dirty deeds, even killing the people they love, until they become themselves just as horrid as their “mentors”.

[fifticu]

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Whb kings as books I have to read for the bac exam (vibes only tbh)

Lucifer - Luceafarul

They're the same, your honor! Both mean the same thing, morning star. It's a love story about the incompatibility between the genius and plebea (how Lucifer prob sees everyone else). Also, Luceafarul is my favorite and Lucifer's my fav king so there it goes.

Leviathan - Plumb

Dormeau adanc sicriele de plumb, they sure did. Bacovia lives in a grave, so does Leviathan. Also, they're both toxic and symbolists and pretencious tuberculosis survivors. It's a poem about being lonely and stuck in a toxic headspace, hey, look, just like Leviathan

Asmodeus - Ion

A man gets corrupted due to his lust for land and rapes a woman in order to get it, then proceeds to become amantul of his previous lover before getting hit in the head of a hoe. Tell me what about this doesn't scream Asmodeus to you! I think this is the only bac novel where they actually have sex. In Moara cu noroc and Ultima noapte de dragoste intaia noapte de razboi they cut to black before the actual sex can happen. But not in Ion! Rebreanu graces us with his wonderful sex scene of a man coercing a woman into fucking next to her sleeping dad.

Mammon - Moara cu noroc

It's about greed, they explicitly say it. The whole getting corrupted by greed (just like in Ion, oh my god, it's almost like they have the same theme). All of the characters eventually let their greed control their actions and it's both about the greed for money and love. Just a good fit.

Satan - Baltagul

It's a story about a woman getting revange for her husband's murder. The part where Vitoria just stared emotionlessly at the murderer getting mawled alive by her husband's dog was so fucking good- reminded me of Satan for some reason. There's a sense of community in the book, but also a very clear wrath that comes from the desire for justice.

Beelzebub - Morometii

Hear me out! Morometii is really funny, but in the cruder way than something like Caragiale's writing. The story does what every good novel does and randomly starts talking about the backstory of a character we met in a flashback, it really feels like Preda had some ADHD. It's about a disfunctional family in the interbelic era, its really Beel coded if you ask me

[oldsardens]

Arthur Mendel - Moara satului. 1900

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

Trying to come to terms with the fact next year I'll have to read a book for exams that had so many of my triggers sandwiched together in the first few chapters it caused me a panic attack in 8th grade