#t. so we meet again

[thechy-fychannel]

y'all ever think abt how it was julie having the affair and it is even said multiple times that she was the one who left him, yet wilson was still the one who left their home and moved in with house. like. he couldn't bear to stay in their home alone. he immediately ran to house and stayed on his couch for weeks. suffered through his pranks and his laziness and his manipulation. telling him he wants him gone while sabotaging his attempts to leave. and he only left once he got a girlfriend again.

[trashmallcw]

so i finally got my brother to start playing outer wilds (and stream it to me)

[halfawitch-willow]

It hadn't been her smoothest deflection, but it had worked, and Willow internally let out a little sigh of relief. It wasn't like she could use any magical ingredients in the dorm, anyways, now matter how badly she was craving a taste of the Isles.

"No, this was perfect," Willow said, reaching for the cookies to put back in the basket Darius had delivered to her. After a moment of consideration, she opened the box and took one of the papers protecting the cookies so she could grab a few more to offer to Darius. "I've got time between this and my next class to run it back to my dorm so this works."

"Thank you, again," she said sincerely. "I know you didn't do it for me, but it means a lot." She held the basket tightly in her arms once everything was packed back away, like if she held it tight enough, it might make that missing, aching feeling of homesickness go away.

@darius-dues

So We Meet Again ❁ Lavender

[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~

[bunnihearted]

🫖🐭☁️🍚

[avastyetwats]

The Writer and his Songbird

Plotted starter for @izzyeffinhands <3

It wasn't the full moon that made the night so serenely beautiful. It wasn't the ocean way out in the distance that Stede longed to be near, but grateful that he could now see, it wasn't the clear night sky with the thousands upon thousands of stars twinkling above him, nor the calm ocean breeze that he so loved to feel...

It wasn't any of those things that made the night so serenely beautiful - though they did add to it - but it was the mesmerizing voice above him. A voice he's heard a few times before since moving into the apartment complex a few weeks ago and oh, how this made Stede's move worth it. Suddenly, he wasn't dreading his stay here, he wasn't feeling as unhappy as he did the second he set foot into this building... not that there was anything wrong with it. Not at all. It was comfortable and safe, but it wasn't where he longed to be. It was somewhere he had to be until he could get back on his feet and figure some things, having divorced from his wife some weeks ago. A divorce that was a long time coming, a divorce that should have happened long ago, but really, a marriage that shouldn't have happened at all.

It wasn't a marriage that happened out of love, but convenience and security. A marriage his father practically forced him into, bullied him into, made him feel as though he had no other option and wasn't worthy of anything else... a marriage that was more about his father and his business than Stede's own happiness and wellbeing. But finally, he was out.

And so was she. Mary. An ending that would bring about a new beginning for them both.

But not one that was easy for Stede. He left his home, left his family behind, intending to start anew and live the life he always wanted to live, but it was proving to be a challenge. Depression and anxiety got the best of him some nights, so did self-doubt and uncertainty, and the challenge of fitting in, but he was thankful he still had one place he felt comfortable in: his tea and bookshop.

But the third night inside his new home, that's when he heard it: the angelic voice from above singing into the night. He's never heard anything more beautiful, or more inspiring, and for the first time in what felt like years, Stede sat down at his desk and wrote. Yes, he was a writer. An avid reader of many things and an avid writer of some fictional stories and some poetry. A hobby more than anything, having never pursued a career due to the life forced upon him and the scolding of what he wanted to do and where he wanted to be.

But thanks to that voice above, inspiration had returned to the writer. Every night he kept his balcony door open and on the nights that voice returned, Stede would often lean against the railing outside or sit at the table outside and write.

Though he wasn't quite brave enough to meet the man the beautiful voice belonged to, he would leave him little notes outside of his door praising his voice, crediting him with helping to find lost inspiration and bring joy back into his life, and he'd only ever sign it The Polite Menace down below with a little heart over the i.

Stede kept this up for a good few days, anytime Izzy would bless him with his voice, and eventually Stede started receiving delicious baked goods outside of his door signed with his own special nickname. But it was instant that Stede figured out who it was - the melodious mystery man above - and so the notes continued, leaving even more now to praise his talent in baking, too.

Something that inspired Stede to try again. He was never an expert at it by any means, but he'd baked a thing or two in his previous life, though it had been a long time, but perhaps he, too, could leave a delicious treat for his Angelic Siren above...

Unfortunately that hadn't gone well at all. Made evident in the amount of smoke that billowed out of his balcony door and into the night above, eventually sounding off the alarms that sent Stede into a panic as he tried to put out the small fire inside of his oven. And this is why he wasn't near brave enough to reveal himself to the man above that he's had a crush on for weeks now, because he was nothing but a big, embarrassing mess.

[itsseriouslyridiculous]

I really hate how my physical body looks so so so much. unfortunately there isn't much I can do about it.

[lichtecht]

PART 29

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

this is the final part!!

Jo: „Hey! How did it go?“ Martina: (breathes out slowly) „No idea.“ Martina: „I don’t know if I made it.“ Jo: „Ach, I'm sure.“ Jo: „When will you get the information?“ Martina: „Soon.“ Martina: „…“ Martina: „That was it.“ Jo: „What?“ Martina: „My only chance for the scholarship.“

Narrator (audiobook): Jo takes Martina in her arms.

Music fades in and continues into the following scene.

Martina: „Will we still be friends? Even if I have to leave?“ Jo: „'Course.“

SCENE CHANGE

Narrator (audiobook): In the evening, Robert sits at the bar of the town pub. Justus comes in and sits down next to him.

Bökh, to the barkeeper: „Will you make me a beer?“ Barkeeper: „With pleasure.“

Justus sighs. He shoots a few looks at Robert from the side.

The barkeeper sets the beer down in front of Justus.

Bökh, to the barkeeper: „Thank you.“

Silence and music again….. But it’s comfortable this time. Not like in the wagon.

Robert looks at Justus for a moment. He turns away to take another drag from his cigarette.

Nichtraucher: „I didn’t think you’d come.“

Silence and music

Bökh: „Of course I did.“

Justus takes a drink from his beer.

Music

Robert raises his glass to his lips, still turned away from Justus.

Nichtraucher: „On the youth.“

Justus sets down his beer and looks at Robert in silence for a few seconds.

Bökh: „On us.“

This time, Robert looks at him. He studies Justus' face for a few seconds before turning away with a smile.

Narrator (audiobook): Almost simultaneously the two turn around to a small stage with a few instruments standing on it.

Justus looks at Robert and raises his eyebrows.

Nichtraucher: „Are you ready?“

Justus shrugs and nods.

Narrator (audiobook): A few moments later, Justus has strapped on the guitar and is standing in front of the microphone. Robert sits at the piano and takes a last drag from his cigarette.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): And I promise you one thing; tomorrow, I’m a nonsmoker.

Narrator (audiobook): Justus addresses the few guests in the bar, but they are only of secondary importance tonight. Because here and now is about so much more.

Bökh: „We’re the Bandits.“

Robert chuckles.

Justus starts singing.

Different scenes are shown while the song plays. It switches back to Justus and Robert singing together inbetween.

[This music video is mostly that but with lyrics over top, but it also includes scenes from previously in the movie. Song lyrics + translations can be found here.]

Narrator (audiobook): And so everything finds a happy ending. The Internals stranded at the boarding school in the holidays spend idyllic days at the lake and in the mountains. With their new friends, the Externs, also.

Narrator (audiobook): And finally Herr Bökh receives the releasing letter, which he immediately delivers to Martina.

Narrator (audiobook): She has passed the test. She will see the boarding school and her new friends again after the holidays.

Narrator (audiobook): But for now it’s off to Berlin to Martina’s brother and mom. She has a lot to tell after all - especially about the flying classroom and how it came to be.

The song fades out with this scene. The "Bandits" finish their song. Justus grins at Robert. Robert breathes out and smiles back, nodding. The audience inside the bar cheers.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): Most people take off their childhood like clothing that fell out of fashion and is then forgotten in a basement. Don’t let your childhood be driven out of you. Only those who grow up and stay children are human. The simple things are sometimes complicated. If you didn’t understand something, ask your parents. And - dear parents. If you happened to not understand something, ask your children.

[kindnotestoself]

HEARTBROKEN

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[daily-mao-isara]

Day 289 : Happy birthday ritsu!

I'm looking forward to staying with you in the future.

May it continue forever... ♪

Birthday introduction because it had a mao mention

Ah, Anzu. Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for hosting the party today.

It was so fun. All kinds of people came.

>I'm glad you enjoyed it

It's my birthday so I can do whatever I want to everyone♪ I asked a lot from Maa~kun and Aoba-onii-chan.

Yeah. It was a good day thanks to Anzu.

I wish today could continue, but it's a shame that it's over in just a little while.

[whenthegoldrays]

I don’t know what it is about the Jane Austen adaptations I’ve seen recently, but they just have so much trouble sticking the landing.

[deus-ex-mona]

anyways! it’s herohei hours~~~~~~

[bunnihearted]

🐈₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[cptnbeefheart]

one thing i really fucking hate about some movies and shows (and what makes me doubt the effectiveness of them) is when they dont have faith in their audience to remember little details/ understand the weight of a detail that has already been revealed. like when a character mentions something that, to a viewer who doesn’t have the background information, can seem vague. so it cuts to a flashback FROM A PREVIOUS EPISODE… SOMETHING THEYVE ALREADY SHOWN… i hate it!!!! like stop wasting my time!!! let me connect the dots myself!!!!!!! its not black and white though, i think flashbacks to something already shown can be artful, surrealist, thoughtful, or even stress the importance of an event on a character and its impact on their worldview. but like . it has to have purpose other than going “hey remember this thing that happened a few episodes/ seasons ago?” like FUCK OFF !!!! perhaps it would serve more of a purpose in a time where the details werent easily accessible via the internet but i just hate it. that’s why i liked westworld so much.. it didnt do that but it was almost closer to the other end of the horseshoe where you’d be confused/ miss something and have to watch previous episodes over again since it was densely packed in some aspects. i think some people didn’t like the show because of that very reason or maybe felt like there were some opulent gilded maguffins but idk i didnt feel that way and actually i enjoy hunting for details to connect dots i think its fun i love feeling like charlie kelly pepe silvia

[pathofelation]

Just came back after a while and was immediately asked to handle our voter registration, only to find out the DMV issued our permit with the wrong name, and then immediately be convinced into talking to the DMV to figure out how to fix it.

So, anyways, I guess it's nice to be back.