#my his memory be a blessing

[missanthropicprinciple]

In honor of Mr. Richard M. Sherman who died today at age 95 I've been listening to "Chim Chim Cher-ee". Thank you to you and your brother for forming some of my dreams with your bare hands.

[cementcornfield]

the thumb....

[kadextra]

“eu costumava esperar por ti, see you tomorrow forever”

“because… gosto de você. did I butcher that?”

lines that are rotating in my brain today.

lorewise it kills me how one is a message for the “dead” and the other is words intended for the living, one feels heartbreaking while the other feels heartwarming, they were beautifully delivered

but meta? I keep thinking about how these are two native english speakers who practiced the phrases, because they wanted to have their characters express their emotion during these specific lore scenes in the portugese language. that’s amazing to see

[allthenicknamesweretaken]

I- I DID A THING!!!

Shoutout to The Neon Void by @sugarpasteltmnt for being the MOST AWESOME FIC EVER!!!!

I can not tell you how many brainworms I have because of it

[frogaroundandfindout]

“What the hell is the matter with you? I mean aside from the obvious! Ignoring all the many layers of denial. And the fifty feet of psychological body armor that you throw up to avoid feeling anything! Aside from that! And the pathological need to control everything on earth and beyond! Ignoring all that! What exactly is your compulsion, your burning desire, to deceive, lie, and manipulate the only people who give a good god damn about you!?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t accept your help? Do you think I’m that shallow? That I’m that insecure?”

“But why lie to me of all people? Me.

“I have more faith in you than anyone.”

After finding out that Bruce owns Optitron, dick stalks into the batcave and confronts Bruce. He demands to know if Bruce thought he was truly so shallow as to deny Bruce’s help if he offered it openly and why he would lie to him. Him. Bruce tells him that dick has placed too much faith and trust in him. Dick asks where all this is coming from and Bruce admits that’s something wrong but that he doesn’t know what. He then tells dick he’s sorry for deceiving him, but that dick should have known better. Dick shouldn’t trust anyone. Not fully anyway. (outsiders vol.3 #21)

[ingravinoveritas]

Can't believe you haven't commented on the "wear a kilt the traditional way" answer from the Attitude interview given this post 🤣

Hah! I did notice that answer in the Attitude interview, and I am of course delighted by David's continued cheekiness. I think he's mentioned in at least a few interviews now (prior to the BAFTAs, and then today) that there will be multiple costume/outfit changes, so I would not be at all surprised if a kilt is somewhere in the cards.

I suppose it might be a bit much to hope for it being this super short kilt, though...

...but we can still keep hope alive.

It's interesting as well that David just spent three months wearing a kilt almost every night for Macbeth, and given that, I imagine he will feel very comfortable in one right now. I know they had to wear shorts under those kilts for the production, but the idea of David being giddy with ecstatic glee at the thought of wearing a kilt the traditional way at the BAFTAs is almost too much to handle. But if he does...I imagine we are in for quite a treat...

[mazken]

a trusted brother

[5uptic]

:3

[double-oy-7]

Jimmy Carter, despite only one term, was in fact a hero for Democracy (and I mean that in the literal meaning of the word), and an incredible humanitarian.

[acourtofquestions]

The fact that this opens with the Prince & then the Princess — A DOUBLE EPILOGUE FOR MY SHIP — Sarah, are you trying to kill me?

[isawken]

ultimately internet “clout” is meaningless. i know this well. but i will die proud of the fact that i had eight separate jester tweets go viral during my twitter career. no one can take away the knowledge that my jester japes have been seen by nearly a cumulative million people over the course of three years. sure “person with the most amount of popular internet jester-related jokes” is a niche trophy to be awarded but i want that shit on my grave nonetheless

[humaudrey]

Descendants Scene Rewrite - Meeting The VKs (Part 1)

Auradon Prep's marching band played a typical, upbeat and positive song fitting for a student's first day, swaying to the beat of their own drum. From behind the marching band, nearby the school statue, Zephyr's shoulders joined them and were in sync with the band.

Ben nudged Melody with his free arm, and gestured toward Zephyr. The two shared a small laugh, mimicking his movements despite the amused and confused looks from Seth and Audrey. They couldn't blame him, the trio had waited for this day for years. Today was only the beginning.

The black limo had suddenly driven past the school sign and made its way in front of the dormitory building. Students and staff who greeted the newcomers at the front gate had marched behind them, waving blue and yellow flags rapidly and eagerly with smiles before joining their peers by the dorms and the main school building.

The driver parked in front of the drop off area, and hastily opened the door.

Everyone's smiles and happy demeanor had died with the music. Immediately, two boys fell out of the limo door, grunting as they tugged at a blue towel. Despite the size difference, the smaller, white haired boy had managed to put up a fair fight against the tan, long dark brown haired individual in the burgundy beanie.

"You got–everything else, why do you want whatever this is?"

"Because you want it! Give it–"

"No–"

The two continued to roll toward the rear end of the limo before the beanie wearer managed to gain an advantage. He straddled the boy with his knees on the other's waist and they continued their vicious game of tug of war.

The marching band cleared a path for Fairy Godmother and the other five, who cautiously walked a few steps forward.

"Hey, get off of him!" Zephyr yelled.

"Zephyr, sweetie, let's not–"

Fairy Godmother was too late. Zephyr ran and pushed the beanie wearer off, only managing to cause the tug of war over the towel to get even more violent. Zephyr had found himself intertwined in their tussle and the three continued to venture more to the right of the limo, with Fairy Godmother pacing behind the three and pleading for them to stop.

Once the four were a good distance away from the door, the driver beckoned for the others to depart for the limo.

The next person was a girl dressed in blue leather, who stole everyone else's attention away from the scuffle. Save for her fair complexion, and her poison apple red lipstick, most of her was blue, including her softly curled hair. Her brown eyes lit up like fireworks as she spun–no, twirled–around the area a few times. She faced Ben and the others and greeted them with a deep curtsy in her black graphic skirt, and Ben found himself replying back with a charmed smile. Her posture and poise had rivaled that of any princess Auradon had ever produced. Her stance was perfect, almost too perfect, like a mannequin in a dress boutique or an action figure whose ballpoint joints were forcibly pushed to create the perfectly still pose. One of the band members had turned to look back at Seth. His eyes bounced back from the blue haired girl to him. Seth smirked and subtly nodded back in reply, and the eyes behind the trumpet player's glasses widened in horror.

Another girl followed after, but she was much more hesitant. She peaked her head out the door, and covered her eyes with her hand as if someone had shined a flashlight in her face. As she made it out of the limo, Audrey felt a nervous lump forming in her throat. She recognized that specific, unnatural yet beautiful shade of green in the girl's eyes from anywhere. Her purple hair and the purple and green leather ensemble with dragon insignias were dead giveaways as well, and the look of disgust as she surveyed the dorm building only made the resemblance to her that much more apparent. The girl in purple caught the gaze of another band member, a French horn player, staring at her. Though, unlike the others, he looked...interested?

Suddenly, the French horn player flinched as yet another person in the limo shoved the girl in purple forward so they could get out. Catching herself from eating asphalt, she turned to repay the favor. The person responsible cackled manically before winking at the four future monarchs almost in a flirtatious manner.

Yet another boy, who coincidentally also wore a shade of red like the other two boys before him, and the tallest one so far. He was a brunette, with beautiful blue eyes that popped thanks to his black eyeliner. Unlike the other four villain kids, he seemed to be dressed more like a–

"Pirate," Melody murmured to herself. His dingy scarlet leather trench coat that shined under the sun, the truffled white blouse underneath, the tethered pants, the boots, Melody scanned over his entire ensemble several times. He was definitely a pirate. And if he was a pirate–

He had to be the son of Captain Hook, the man who killed Melody's grandmother.

"Woah, pretty!" let out another voice from the limo.

Melody's eyes darted back to the next person, another boy. He had a similar pirate style to the previous; an orange and brown leather steampunk styled shirt, tethered jeans, and black boots. He was much tanner than the other pirate and the combination of his skin complexion and his wavy blonde hair underneath his brown bandana reminded Melody of the surfers back at Seaside, though, most of the surfers weren't as buff. Despite his stature, size, and getup, and the fact he was from the Isle; he glanced at the other people scattered around him and waved at each individual with a welcoming smile that competed with the sun.

"Hello?!" called out an impatient voice.

Both of the pirate boys immediately turned back to the opened limo door, a black leather gloved hand reaching out, as if it–or, she, Melody assumed–was waiting for one of the two to grab it.

The red pirate grabbed the right hand, and the orange and brown pirate grabbed the other she lent, and the two properly escorted her out.

Melody's stomach dropped to her toes. The first thing she noticed were the long turquoise braids underneath a black pirate hat. Her black, turquoise, and purple fishnet and leather dress that complimented her deep brown skin implied she was a pirate too. No, not just a pirate, a captain. Their captain; the looks of pride and admiration on the other pirates' faces as if she were their goddess made that obvious. Her hardened face with such familiar facial features resembled that of a soldier going to war, and the confidence in the few steps she made in her heeled boots suggested she'd be the sole victor. The smoking gun that tipped Melody off about the identity of the pirate captain was the all too familiar gold Nautilus necklace that hung near her chest.

She was Ursula's daughter, and subsequently, Morgana's niece.

Melody thought she was ready for this, but her shivering body disagreed with her. Did she hate Melody for what her parents did? Or for sabotaging her aunt's attempt at opening the barrier and freeing her and the rest of the Isle inhabitants? Did she want revenge? Was that the original necklace?

As if the sea witch pirate captain heard the haunting thoughts in Melody's head, her brown eyes locked with Melody's. Like the rest of her surroundings, she gave Melody a careful and slow look over, examining every molecule that made up Melody's entire being.

A sudden, soft yet high-pitch ringing noise caused Melody to look down at her necklace. The gold seashell pendant was glowing, despite the lack of water needed for it to work, and it floated outward lazily. Melody glanced back at the sea witch pirate captain, only to find that the Nautilus pendant had done the same, glowing and floating outward toward Melody as if their necklaces were magnetic.

This was a first for Melody, but she never had the opportunity to meet others with enchanted jewelry other than her siblings. The sea witch pirate captain silently laughed and winked in Melody's direction while tucking away her pendant necklace under her dress. That answered one of Melody's questions at least.

Both of their necklaces had calmed down but Melody only continued to shiver, clasping her hands together tight like stress balls. Every cell in her brain told Melody to run, while every vein in her heart wanted her to stick it out.

"–and as we always say, leave it like you found it."

Melody looked back at Fairy Godmother making her way back to her group. The two boys from earlier dragged their feet over to the rest of the Isle inhabitants. The shorter boy was quite fashionable, in red, white, and black, with brown freckles like Dalmatian spots covering his unamused face. The taller boy dusted off his burgundy and yellow vest before he slowly made his way to the makeshift welcoming committee.

Zephyr was right on Fairy Godmother's tail, his head hung low with his hands in his pockets, unaware of the beanie wearer's presence.

[extravagantliar]

we advert taxes here not evade, phrasing matters

[spirkbitch]

thinking about how in an interview after the first season of tos came of Leonard Nimoy was asked why he got an award for a supporting role instead of a starring role and he explained how William Shatners the star and he’s just a supporting actor

he may not have been intended to be the ‘star’ but i just love how he ended up being so many peoples favorite after thinking he was just a supporting role

[wonderb0n]

the thing with dissociative amnesia (a trauma response in which the brain decides to forget everything it has experienced in order to survive) is that it has no filter when choosing which memories to erase and which memories to keep.

meaning that we don't only forget about the things that have harmed us, but also about those fleeting moment of happiness in between all the suffering (as long as they occurred within the same period of time in which we experienced the trauma ofc)

as someone who has and keeps struggling with this phenomenon, I can't help but wonder how many beautiful and kind moments, although short, have been erased from Xie Lian's memory in his eagerness to forget all the anguish he experienced for so many years in order to continue each day .

those little fragments of hope when life relents and shows you why it's worth continuing. sometimes it's feeling the warmth of the sun on your face after a very cold day, watching the falling leaves in autumn in a sea of ​​crimson and trying to grab one without success, listening to the birds chirping on a lonely morning, a cat deciding to come sit beside you, or finding some coins that you once saved in your pockets. things that you pray to never forget because they showed you a much needed ounce of affection.

and even if at the end you still do, there will always be someone around who can help you remember.

but who is going to bring those memories back to Xie Lian? the people he may have experienced them with are long gone, and those moments lost forever in time.

[atricksterproblem]

My father died today after an illness. He was 79.