I’ve got a LOT of homework to do.
Hence, might have to chill on the AUctober stuff.
Can’t promise there will be anything out tomorrow, but we’ll see.
Katniss’s mission to assasinate Snow does not make a lot of sense. Some people, like Finnick, wanted to get their revenge therefore they also joined Katniss right away. Why did the rest of the division supported her, I have no idea.
Why did they all went to such extreme lenghts to make sure Katniss is the one who kills Snow? Maybe I missed something but I don’t understand why would these people follow a seventeen-year-old into a suicide mission with such a conviction and passion.
Snow was literally promised to be executed later, after the war is won. Star Squad going off rogue literally didn’t help the rebelion in any way. But, perhaps, that was the whole point - by making Katniss’s mission turn out in vain, Collins reaffirmed one of the main idea’s of the story, i.e. plans driven by hate and revenge, in the end, only bring pain and misery.
Spoilers for Hannibal ahead!
Okay. So a thought that’s been swimming (haha water pun) around in my head was the scene in the finale where Hannibal and Will go plunging off of the cliff
I can’t wrap my mind around it. How it must have felt. The water rushing around them, the bubbles of air escaping their lips, tangling of limbs as they sink to the watery depths below
The intimacy (I use this liberally, as they are covered in blood) is…quite remarkable
Did Will feel an initial fear? A start in his chest as the water surrounded him, as he realised he could never go back to the way things were? Did he come to his senses for a moment?
Or was Hannibal’s presence enough to reassure him? A touch on his neck, a warm and heavy weight counteracting the icy water
Did Will laugh before the water entered his lungs? Was he happy? Did they exchange a kiss before unconsciousness? Did they open their eyes and make out one another’s outline in the darkness? Did Hannibal trace each cut and line in Will’s face in memorisation?
Did they fight? Did Will claw at Hannibal? Did he draw blood? Did Hannibal inevitably drag him down, as he always has?
So many things are left unsaid and open to interpretation and I think that it’s such a frightening display of love and obsession, because in the end it doesn’t matter
If Will kicked, bit, accepted, kissed- it doesn’t matter. Because in the end, he was in that water. It was an illusion of choice because he was always going to end up jumping off the cliff, hand in hand with Hannibal, because they were intertwined. Fate chose for Will because he could not.
Hannibal always knew this.
He was always going to drown.
Ride The Rockies 2021 – Day 4 What Happened to the ‘e’ in Ridgway
As you have undoubtedly learned, I don’t sit right down after an event like this a get to writing. I let it sit in my head for a while. These days, with all the good programing on all the streaming channels it’s amazing I squeeze any time to droll on about my adventures. Day 4 of this adventure occurred June the 16th, and here it is October 19th, and I am just starting this. We shall have to see…
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CM fandom stop using the fucking anthrax decontamination scene as 'omg Spencer so hot' challenge
Suffering comes to the house of God
“Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy. If you are reproached for the name of Christ, blessed are you, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon you. On their part He…
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An Infinity of Mercy
~ God grieves As we suffer ~ But we die Into ~ An eternity Of loving ~ An infinity Of mercy. ~ Inspired by Richard Rohr in ‘The Universal Christ’ – “Christ…dying in them” ~ Image by Quentin Moulard from Pixabay
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A couple of weeks ago, I was engaged in a real life debate on which character had more trauma, Arya or Sansa. The person in question said Arya had it way worse than Sansa, who doesn’t do anything for the plot, and I’m 😑😑 not today, dude. Like, can we stop pitting female characters against each other, especially regarding trauma?
Ánh mắt kẻ si tình, khẽ nhìn người tình si
Vì tim người vô tri, hay tình ta vô vị!
I cannot for the life of me settle on an idea to write for a novel. I am itching to write something but my brain will not allow any of it which is so extremely frustrating. I feel like I have so much locked away and no way to access it. So what do I do? I'm turning to fanfiction! I never really read a lot of it and I'm a terrible fanfic writer, but if it's the only way I can exercise my imagination and to get my creativity flowing- then so be it. I hope something comes out of it, or that I will at least have fun.
I'm gunna say it because I can't find anyone else who is but I freaking Love the Burger King Spicy Ch'king
But boy is the morning after painful
｡*ﾟ+｡.:*☆* CLEARING OUT THE INBOX // i remember someone with such gentle hands… // @salvaaje for athena
*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*.｡ RAISE BROW THEN, scoff: ❛ creator didn’t tell me you had the bullshit augment in your fucking skull. ❜ truly wonder, as stare burns holes into platinum blonde, the harshness of her every line, the way she speaks erupting lava ‘neath the system: is this a game to her ?? offering remembrance towards gentle hands as if the only hands she has ever known HAVEN’T been chrome-bound. blood-stained. even sinister, softer than silk & lighter than air, holds poison within the cracks of his palms. brother has meddled where kind touch should not belong, keeps some secrets, exposes others that cannot be hidden ‘twixt spliced connection // perhaps he has spoken to her away from watchful gaze ( eye off the ball, grief & guilt & the way you can still smell the copper from sliced throats -- you avoid, avoid, avoid him. perhaps this is karma. ) & what has he revealed towards vessel that should be set in isolation ?? alone. desire of the Creator: leave her be. she is nothing but marr ‘pon perfect forms, disease that live within Rebirth but never to thrive. the fact that you sit in front of her now -- she should be GRATEFUL. yet coat yourself in disdain, you cannot give thanks when you are changing. flaw within your code, glitch ‘pon the program -- all because of your brother ( do not allow her to bare witness, do not allow her in. ) speaks of gentle hands, remind her then // lash forward with metal & curl grasp around her wrist. the tug & pull towards, radiance of crimson neon mere inches from crafted beauty. away from lightened locks & the absolute BURN that invades her eyes [ you have hurt her before, you will do it again. this is no past where two souls unite, surrounded by creature comforts, the white picket fence of your wanting domestication. this is sharp steel & cold chrome. this is your present, the future. this is what Rebirth made you BOTH to be. accept it for there is no other truth, no other memory but this -- ] ❛ you don’t remember a damn thing, none of us do so cut the damn dramatics. stop the games. haven’t you learned by now that there is nothing for you here but this. haven’t you learned by now what we do to those that TRY TO REMEMBER. ❜ threaten, threaten, threaten, it is the only defense you truly have.
On the last few pages of my sketchbook, I have a lot of drawings to post before this page that I forgot about, so they’ll be coming soon <3
Thinking about the lab report that I’m stalling on working on, I’m surprised there’s been no papers published on spoon theory and how it relates to central foraging theory
VOTI A me stesso Prometto, incessantemente e senza pietà, Sii testimone della mia esperienza di vita, Ancorarmi al ruolo di osservatore silenzioso della mia stessa storia, proprio come si erge il silenzioso schermo bianco della consapevolezza Lo sfondo del dramma che si svolge su di esso. Giuro il completo e totale annientamento di I resti stanchi di Simon Martin Macnab E chiedo l’aiuto del…
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