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Rewatching Narcos…for the plot
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good morning! lots of rain here today. texas is getting hammered. luckily i'm way far out of a flood zone so i'm safe. power's been flickering some but hopefully it stays on. will probably be around most the day bc outside is a hellzone xD
#;; & off the canvas. ( ooc )#( fr though major flooding a couple hours south of me#oof oof oof#the rain's been dumping down all night )
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tracker revealing to kristen that even while they were dating she had problems with how kristen's lack of ambition affected how she conducted her duties as a cleric but that she was too worried about being unsupportive so she didn't say anything the whole time 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 OOF
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i wanna cry so bad but my sis is here omg
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"What do you think is the saddest thing in this world? It isn’t death. It’s the feeling of being irrelevant."
#oof oof oof#she is gonna say something stupid though i fucking feel it its coming 😔#maybe ill be proven wrong not holding out tho#-lue plays dl#-lue plays
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Something that I love is that the King James that ordered the Bible be translated into modern English thus creating King James Version or the KJV which most conservative Christians adore is the same King James that had 2 male lovers (Robert Carr and George Villiers), and the same King James that wrote the spell book “dæmonologie.” So like. Not really the guy the Christians act like he is.
#kjv#oof oof oof#king james of sodomy#literally a bisexual king#he wasn’t the best though#interesting nonetheless
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I forgot I had therapyyyyy I didn't have time for a nap!! i have homework and job stuff and chores and friends to do!!!
#OOF OOF OOF#AUGH I HATE ADULTHOOD SOMETIMES#WHY DOES EVERY TASK TAKE AN HOUR#I need my mental health daydream nappy time since I keep losing sleep over the same shit every night
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"I had friends but no longer see them. It's just me and now all my demons."
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ergh i want to FINISH a DRAWING
#im so fucking tired lol#i had to come back from suffolk yesterday and then start an early shift today#oof oof oof#rory's ramblings
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god i'm bad at art
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I think a lot about how Kassandra constantly references people she knew and seems to have a deep hidden sadness beneath her snarky nature in the Fated Encounter Crossover Story in Valhalla. It was the last time she had anyone to connect to, she literally had nothing else to cling to in the intervening years. And with no connections to make, what memories were there to hold dear? She could recall all the beautiful places she's been, the different cultures she's encountered, but ultimately what does any of that mean if you don't have a connection to it? It's just another time, another place, another face you'll pass and forget.
She carries on with no one to remember her, and those she does connect with in the future will die as well, leaving her memory a rumor of myth once more. All she has are these moments, these pockets of lifetimes spent with people she loves who are gone far too soon.
It's why she remembers those moments so well. Why she carries the grief so close to her even 1300 years later. Because she really hasn't had anyone else to share these memories with. It's also guilt she carries with her for every death she feels she could have prevented (i.e. Phoibe, Alexios).
From the wiki for Kassandra:
She didn't make friends, she barely made connections, and she just existed in between the moments of actual friendships and love. All of which were so very rare.
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❝ did they say how many are dead? ❞
— Bruce Ismay to Arthur Kirkland
Arthur was no stranger to death, nor to the harsh realities of sea voyages, and both were so intimately intertwined-- but it felt... different, this time.
He had involved himself in the aftermath of the sinking, not just as a retired Admiral and active foreign diplomat, but as England, and Arthur, too. He had lost friends and acquaintances, and the terror he'd felt for dear Noel had seized in his chest like a cold vice the moment he'd heard first news. (Jack, normally stalwart, had been beside himself with worry.)
He made himself look Mr. Ismay in the eye, his own green gaze reflecting genuine concern and sorrow. Arthur knew what he was asking--he wouldn't condescend and bandy about with excuses about 'exact numbers'. One simply didn't ask how many were dead if one was after cold statistics. (Not usually.)
After a brief moment, where Arthur could chose his words and tone, he answered:
"There are roughly 700 survivors, Mr. Ismay." Out of a total of 2,240 passengers and crew.
It was a blunt answer for a blunt question, but he had tried to deliver it plainly and with respect. It was all that could really be done.
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[ A screenshot of text in all caps that reads "No one is just one person, you, for example, are both Cain and Abel" / End ID ]

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa
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Phew that reddit post about Jowan is Something
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uh oh imposter syndrome getting my ass again.............well!
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"What Does Death Feel Like Coming from a Woman?" from Feast by Ina Cariño
#poems#poetry#ina carino#feast#my collection#id in alt text#oof oof oof#that comp het in this culture is sooooooooooo real
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