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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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Passionate Life

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: So much had happened in his life since the Academy, so much that sometimes he forgot what his life before was life. He can't ignore it forever when he runs into an all too familiar face, however. Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, dysphoria, and mentions of child abuse Word Count: 3,463 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Helen Cho, Viktor Hargreeves & Allison Hargreeves

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A/N: This fic has been sitting, waiting to get published for a very long time and I have been putting it off because I enjoyed a lot of the other fics I had written a lot more. It's a pretty small 'what if' type situation that I originally wrote hot off seeing S1 for the first time. It was originally written with Viktor's deadname and she/her pronouns so if you see any of that please let me know so that I can correct it. With all that being said, please enjoy this fic!

It wasn't his first time on a movie set, but it was his first time being on a set that he was working on. It wasn’t like he was the one that was going to be on camera, but that didn't stop the nerves from fluttering throughout his system. He stood on the very outside of the set as he watched everyone rushing around while trying to get ready for the day's shoot. The camera and lighting people were talking with the director as they talked about a way that they could get the shot that was in the script without the camera or any of the sound equipment showing in the final cut. Several personal assistants were running back and forth as they tried to get the talent that they were responsible for into the proper locations before action was called. The talent themselves were talking amongst each other while they ran through some of their lines and just conversed about their days, taking up time until they were needed.

Viktor had his violin case strapped to his back for something that he would be working on later in the day after talking to the people he was here to visit. He was watching the chaos unfold around him just like he had when he was a child.

He laughed softly to himself as the thought crossed his mind. He had woken up today feeling oddly nostalgic about his past despite the trauma that he had endured. It may have been because this was the last day of his classes for the year. The last semester of the year was coming to a close, so he was going to be losing a lot of his students to graduation. Regardless of the reason, he had woken up thinking about his past, which didn’t happen very often anymore. So much had happened since he had moved out that there were some days where he forgot where he had come from. But with that came days like today, when all he could think about was his past. That meant that being on the outside of the chaos around all the other people that had tasks without him reminded him of being a kid. The other children in the Hargreeves house hadn't meant to always leave him out, even when they were playing, but they were so separated from each other that it ended up happening anyway.

Slowly, things were beginning to wind down and the chaos was turning into a more controlled tide. Viktor took a couple of steps back so that he was by the refreshment table, standing off to the side so that he was out of the way and could continue people-watching without actually being noticed. He felt his face brighten a little bit as he saw the one person he had truly been looking for.

Helen noticed him as well, giving him a smile. "Fancy seeing you here," she smirked as she finally moved over to her boyfriend. She reached out so that her fingers threaded together with Viktor's and they were standing closer together. The musician's other hand was clutching the strap that was keeping his violin up on his shoulder, which alerted his girlfriend to how out of sorts he was feeling. "How are you doing, my dear?"

"I… can't stop thinking about my childhood for some reason," he sighed. "Something about letting all my students go, I guess."

The woman clicked her tongue. She pressed a kiss to Viktor's cheek to try and soothe his nerves. "Make sure you bring that up during your next session. I know you can sometimes forget now that you're only having monthly."

"What would I do without you?" Viktor asked. He took the hand that he was holding and then pressed his lips to it in a brief kiss.

"Be a semi-well adjusted human, I would hope," she chuckled.

Viktor giggled, rolling his eyes. It was a joke between the two of them that Viktor would never be completely well adjusted no matter how many medications he was on or therapy he did, not even after fully transitioning. It had come from the reaction that Helen had when she really learned about what her boyfriend's childhood had been like. Her exact words had been 'how could anyone growing up in a home like that be functional?' Viktor had found it hilarious instead of offensive, partly because of his aforementioned childhood.

They had to break apart when the producer called out towards them, "Hargreeves?"

"Yes?" Viktor and someone else on the set called in reply at the same time.

Despite having just dropped his girlfriend's hand he reached out and threaded their fingers together again. He was seeking comfort as his heart thrummed in his chest due to panic. "Love, you're alright," she murmured. Helen was able to tell when her lover was barreling towards a panic attack from just a few things. Viktor got a nervous tic where both of his hands would flutter like they were preparing to play a note on the piano. His breath would hitch every time he tried to take an inhale. The biggest signifier was always the step back he took, no matter where he was.

"Professor, not missus," the director chuckled.

"That would be me," Viktor said, dropping his girlfriend's hand so that he could bring some attention to himself. He was desperately trying to ignore the fact that one of his siblings was most likely on set as well, and he might have to run into them. He hadn't had any contact with them since he had published his book in the down time of his sophomore year of college. The added bonus of his gender crisis and subsequent transition made any future interaction he might have with them utterly terrifying. His therapist hadn’t even begun unpacking that specific trauma, that was how badly the idea of it freaked him out.

"Professor? It's Doctor," Helen piped up.

"It's not a big deal," Viktor soothed. "What did you need from me?"

The director motioned for the both of them to walk onto the set. "We wanted you to know what the set looked like so that you could help the audio department when they record your songs," he explained. "Dr. Cho is going to be telling you what you should perform but we're relying on you to be our expert while helping the actress learn how to play and making the song sound accurate."

"I know with the internet it has to be difficult to make a movie with someone that doesn't know how to play the instrument the same way that the character does," he chuckled. He shifted his violin around a little bit as his girlfriend moved to stand beside him. They both looked over the current set and then the ways that things were going to look when they were actually in the movie. They were shepherded off the set and into the hallway so that they could begin shooting the scene.

Helen reached over so that she was holding her boyfriend's free hand while they walked. She had something that she had to do in a couple of minutes, but she had enough time to walk Viktor to his practice room. "So what do you think? Now that you're in my world," she chuckled.

"I've worked in your orchestra before, Helen," Viktor giggled.

"But you've never had this much of a part in it before. I'm writing a piece specifically for you and it's going to play throughout the entire movie," Helen commented.

"It's nerve wracking. I know that I've played pieces in front of hundreds of thousands of people and we play in the same orchestra, but it still makes me nervous," he sighed. "Especially since my sister might also be working on this movie."

"It'll be okay," Helen murmured. She reached her spare hand up so that she could cup her boyfriend's cheek. She brought their lips together in a sweet kiss, for just a moment. "Even if she is here, you're okay. You can talk to her and handle anything that she throws at you. Because you're mostly stable."

The shorter of the two rolled his eyes but then gave his girlfriend another swift kiss. "Go do your job. I'm going to try my best to learn that piece you spent all last week making me while I was doing finals," he chuckled.

"If you insist, my dear," Helen replied. “Please remember to correct your sister if she comes up to you and misgenders you. You’ve been through Hell because of the things your father and siblings did to you, you deserve to be gendered correctly.” Viktor felt his heart melt inside of his chest as he looked over his wonderful and supportive girlfriend. He cupped her cheek with one hand and pressed their lips together in a delicate kiss. When they broke apart, she gave her boyfriend's hand a soft squeeze before she continued her way to where she would be helping her orchestra learn the pieces she had written for the movie.

Viktor slipped into the dressing room that they had given him so that he could learn his piece while on set if they needed him for the actress playing the main character. He removed his violin from the case and then began to get the sheet music set up on the music stand that they had provided him. He had gotten about halfway through learning the piece in the last hour when there was a knock on his door. He carefully laid his violin down into the case and then the bow on the couch next to it.

He opened the door, peeking out at who had interrupted him. "Yes?" he asked nervously.

"Vanya?"

A flare of panic and dysphoria overtook him as he heard the name that he had used in what now felt like an entirely different life. He barely even recognized it anymore. He didn’t bother correcting her as his shocked brain finally realized that his sister was actually standing in front of him. "Allison?" he asked, his eyes widening. He bit his lip as he moved so that he was standing all the way up and the door was opened a little bit more. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Well I saw you on the set, so I had to come and say hi. We finished doing the scene that we needed to get done today. I figured that I could come and say hi. May I?" she asked, motioning into the room.

Viktor's brain was still chugging to try and catch up with what was happening. He hadn't seen his siblings since he left the house a little bit before their eighteenth birthday. He hadn't talked with any of them since he published his book. He had gotten an angry voicemail from Diego that was just a lot of shouting and stuttering. He assumed that Klaus either had no idea or was too out of his mind on drugs to comment on anything Viktor did. He had gotten no response from Luther and their father. Allison, on the other hand, had written a very long letter expressing her disappointment and panic about how this could affect her career.

In retrospect, maybe it was a good thing that they had all stopped talking to him since he didn’t know how they would all take the whole transition, especially given how dismissive they had been of him throughout their entire childhood.

Viktor blinked and moved away from the doorway so that the woman could walk past him, "Oh, uh, of course."

Allison entered, her eyes immediately flashing over to the violin. "Is this the same one that you played when we were kids?"

"I mean, I had to replace the strings back when I was in college, but yeah," he nodded. He had a shy smile on his face as he tried to think of how he was supposed to react around the other woman, and if he was supposed to come out to her. Helen had said that he had worked too hard to be misgendered, but coming out again after so long without being misgendered felt like a lot to handle right now.

"Wow, it's been so long since then. I didn't even know that you went to college. I never got an invitation to your graduation," she commented, sounding a little hurt.

"I, uh, had two," he replied nervously. "My masters and then my doctorate. The doctorate was only three years ago," he chuckled.

"Why didn't you invite me?" she asked.

"Well, I thought that you wouldn't want to come. I mean, I wrote my book when I was a sophomore so by the time I was graduating I figured that I would have accidentally cut off any and all connections to you guys," Viktor rubbed the back of his head nervously. "If I had sent you an invitation to my graduation, would you have come?"

Allison considered it for a moment before she answered, "I'm not sure. I know that I definitely would have attended your doctorate graduation. That's a huge life event," she insisted. "I would have wanted to be back in your life at that point."

"But you never reached out," he shrugged. He walked over to the couch, sitting down next to his open violin case. He had picked up his bow and was now tapping it against his hand to try and rid himself of the nervous energy building in chest, just under his heart. Things around the room began to rumble almost like they were having a miniature earthquake, but Viktor had gotten so used to that happening whenever he had an anxiety attack that he just ignored it.

"I got busy. Movies are a lot of work," she shrugged. "And the book was kind of a signal to a lot of us that you didn't want to talk. I think it just ended up being a miscommunication between all of us," Allison moved to carefully sit down next to him.

Vitkor packed his violin away entirely so that it was tucked up against the couch. "Yeah, I guess so."

“You also never reached out to us,” Allison commented, her voice soft and nervous. Viktor wasn’t sure that he had ever heard his sister be that soft. The other Hargreeves didn’t reply, just fiddled with a couple of the stiffer hairs on his cheek that he had missed when shaving that morning.

They lapsed into silence for a moment before the taller of the two siblings asked, "What's been going on in your life, other than getting a doctorate?" she asked. She had a soft smile on her face and was leaning easily back against the back of the couch.

"Well, I got together with my girlfriend," he answered. He realized that was the perfect opportunity to come out, but it still felt like his gender identity was a raw wound and poking it wouldn’t help anything.

Allison's eyes lit up at hearing that. She reached out so that she was touching her brother's hand, "Tell me about her?"

"We were together on the set. Her name is Helen Cho, she's going to be the composer for this movie," Viktor explained. "She's the one that wrote the song I was practicing when you knocked."

"How did the two of you meet?" Allison asked next, the smile unable to fall away from her face. This seemed like something that was a lot easier for her to talk about than their tumultuous history or his gender.

"We were in the same orchestra. I was in third chair and she was in first. She barely even talked to me for the first year that we played together. By the time I was in my sophomore year of college I was on new meds, not the weird things that Dad had been giving me my entire life. It was like new life had been breathed into me. I was able to write the entire book and get it published. And I was able to de-chair Helen. She said that she had to figure out what kind of person could move up through the ranks of the orchestra so fast and so she asked me out. She'll never admit this, but I think that she liked me from the very beginning. We found out that we were also going to the same college and both studying music. She was learning to be a composer, obviously, and I ended up becoming a professor at the university I graduated from."

Her eyes softened as she listened to the story. She had met the composer a few times before, and had liked her alright even though she thought that she was a little self-centered. Her brother seemed head-over-heels for her. "V-” she paused, pursing her lips. “You know that’s not what I was talking about, even if I’m happy to hear you’re in a healthy relationship. Do you feel comfortable talking to me about…”

“Me being a guy?” Viktor asked. He was picking at the skin on the side of his thumb like he always did when he was nervous.

Allison’s shoulders lost a lot of the tension that had built up during his story. “Yeah, that. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay. Helen said that I should come out to you anyway,” he shook his head. “There’s not a lot to talk about. After I stopped taking those meds that Dad doped me up with I realized how unhappy I was with my life. My therapist was the first to point it out to me actually. I just kind of… transitioned after that. I go by Viktor now. I wanted to keep my heritage alive, and I liked the ‘V’ nickname you guys used to call me. I use he/him pronouns.”

The taller sibling reached over, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “The most important thing is, are you happy?”

"I'm very happy," Viktor nodded. He could feel a blooming appreciation growing in his chest the more he talked with his sister. He had never had the best relationship with them when they were all children, but he had missed them dearly after he published his book. Knowing that he had a chance of having at least Allison back in his life, and accepting him as her brother, was more than he could have ever asked for. "What about you?"'

"I'm married, and my husband and I have a daughter who's about two," Allison beamed. She glanced at the clock and then swore, standing up from the couch. "I have to get going, but we should catch up sometime, maybe spend some time together. Especially now that we know we don't hate each other. What's your number?" She dug her phone out of her bag and then handed it to the man.

Viktor input the requested information his sister needed before he handed it back over. "I'll be available pretty much all Summer. This and some lessons are the only thing that I have scheduled," he smiled at his sister. He could barely even put words to how good it felt to have someone that had known him so personally in his pre-transition life easily accept him now.

"It's good to see you, Viktor. Maybe we can reach out to some of the others too," Allison suggested. She opened her arms in the offer of a hug, which Viktor took after a moment of consideration. They bid each other goodbye before he was left alone in his practicing room.

He got his violin back out and began to think as he ran through the beginning of the song that his girlfriend had made for him. The angry words post-book and transition had built themselves into a complicated mess of nerves inside of him, to the point where the idea of seeing his siblings literally terrified him. Being forced into a situation where he came out to Allison and caught up with her helped chip away at the hard bundle until it felt more achievable. Like getting back in touch with his siblings was something he could reasonably do. There was some small part of him that wanted the first sibling he talked to again after leaving the house to be Five, but he had to give up that hope when fifteen years finally rolled around. He thought that Klaus would probably be the easiest to talk to again, but Allison was definitely above Diego and Luther. While the music surrounded him and pierced through his soul, he smiled to himself. He was reconnecting with his family, and there was nothing better.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfiction #the umbrella academy fanfiction #viktor hargreeves #allison hargreeves #helen cho #vayna x helen #viktor x helen #oneshot #rarepair

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alonewolfr · 2 months

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È pura follia. Come puoi avvicinarti così tanto ad una persona da lasciarla scavare la tua anima? Come puoi portarla in quei luoghi inaccessibili e lasciarla libera di esplorare ogni piega, ogni anfratto, finché non resta più niente da portare alla luce e sei totalmente esausto, messo a nudo. Poi un giorno siete solo due estranei. L’intimità e i giorni passati insieme restano lì, appesi all’esile filo del ricordo.

|| “Senza pudore” - Helen Walsh

#citazioni

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nithata · 1 year

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Harapan Yang Bersinar Seperti Bintang #Bagian1

12 Februari 2023

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Menjadi orang yang dibanggakan adalah harapan dan kebahagian bagi semua orang pastinya. Bangga akan kehadiranmu di kehidupan ini. Bangga akan semua yang ada dalam dirimu. Bangga atas semua pencapaianmu. Apalagi jika kehadiranmu menjadi kebanggaan orang tua. Setiap anak pasti menginginkan hal itu, termasuk juga bagi seorang anak perempuan yang saat ini tinggal di Ibu kota Jakarta. Dia adalah Jaselle Helen Lange.

“Selamat Pagi Bibi” Sapanya, saat memasuki ruang makan keluarga

“Selamat Pagi juga Nona Helen” Sapa bibi May yang sedang sibuk menyiapkan sarapan

Yap itulah nama panggilannya, Helen. Panggilan nama itu bukanlah sekedar nama yang tercantum di namanya tapi karena memang memiliki arti yang sangat indah. Sehingga setiap orang yang memanggilnya dapat sekaligus mendoakannya. Tapi bukan berarti kata lain di dalam namanya tidak memiliki arti indah. Semua kata di namanya sangat memiliki arti indah, apalagi jika digabungkan bersama.

Jaselle memiliki arti orang yang dijanjikan

Helen memiliki arti bersinar seperti bintang

Lange nama keluarganya yang diambil dari nama ayahnya

Jadi jika digabungkan Jaselle Helen Lange memiliki arti orang yang dijanjikan bersinar seperti bintang di dalam keluarga Lange. Arti nama yang sangat indah itu mengandung harapan dan doa dari kedua orang tuanya untuk dirinya. Helen pun sangat bersyukur memilikinya dan sangat berterima kasih pada kedua orang tuanya atas pemberian nama tersebut.

Helen adalah anak dari sepasang suami istri yang bernama Pen Lange dan Jean Margaret. Sepasang suami istri yang berbeda warga negara, karena ayah helen adalah warga negara Jerman sedangkan ibunya adalah warga negara Indonesia. Karena itulah helen memiliki paras cantik dengan penampilan fisik dan wajahnya yang dominan ke orang Jerman dibandingkan Indonesia, memiliki mata besar dan indah berwarna hazel, kulitnya yang terang, rambut kecoklatan dan wajah tirus. Wajah dan perawakannya mirip artis Indonesia yaitu Cinta Laura. Hal itu mungkin karena mereka sama - sama merupakan campuran antara Indonesia dan Jerman.

Meskipun dirinya sering dibilang mirip dengan artis Indonesia tersebut, tapi kehidupannya sangat berbeda 180 derajat.

“Non, sarapannya sudah siap yaa” Kata Bibi May, setelah dirasa semua sarapan sudah selesai dan disediakan di meja makan

“Bibi, lanjut beres – beres dulu dibelakang yaa Non” imbuh bibi May

“Okey Bi, Terimakasih atas makanan hari ini” jawab helen kepada bibi may sambil tersenyum dan mengacungkan dua ibu jari tanda jempol

Helen mengedarkan matanya melihat satu persatu seluruh makanan yang tersedia diatas meja.

“Menu sarapan hari ini ternyata dominan ke nuansa jerman” kata helen

Di atas meja makan tersedia susu coklat kesukaannya, Roti Brotchen (Roti yang sangat disukainya juga karena tekstur keras di bagian luar tapi lembut dan gurih didalamnya), Roti Toastbrot atau roti yang di iris tipis dengan pilihan olesan dan isian rotinya yang sangat bermacam - macam yaitu mentega, krim kacang, krim coklat, selai alpukat atau biasa disebut Guacamole (alpukat yang dihaluskan, lalu ditambahkan potongan paprika, bombay, dan tomat yang kemudian diracik dengan bumbu rempah. Ini juga merupakan kesukaannya), kemudian ada irisan daging, keju dan sayur. Tidak lupa juga terdapat sup, salad sayur - sayuran dan buah - buahan.

Sarapan yang selalu lengkap setiap harinya, terkadang bernuansa jerman, terkadang bernuansa Indonesia dan terkadang bernuansa campuran jerman-indonesia.

Helen pun mulai meracik – racik untuk lapisan rotinya sesuai dengan kesukaannya. Dan segera menikmatinya selagi masih hangat. Sarapan yang enak dan lengkap ini rasanya tetap terasa sama setiap harinya dan tidak banyak berubah. Selalu terasa kurang dan hampa.

“Hari ini pun sama” kata helen se-lirih mungkin.

“Sepi” imbuhnya lagi sambil menghela nafas panjang

Bersambung ……

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Apa yang sebenarnya helen rasakan? kenapa dia merasa hampa? Nantikan kelanjutan cerita Harapan Yang Bersinar Seperti Bintang #Bagian2

#5cc #5ccday16 #bentangpustaka #cerpencareerclass #careerclass #cerpen

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expensivemistake · 1 year

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Umbrella Academy!

Ooooh thank you so, so much!!! I always like rambling about TUA. (Post ramble Emily... whoops... I did just that) xx

Leave a TV show or movie in my ask box and I'll tell you...

favorite male character: Depending on the definition of male, either Klaus or Luther.

favorite female character: Allison. She's so compelling to me and while I don't justify all her actions, I have so much love for her as a character and find her so compelling to explore.

least favorite character: Oooh. I think this is tough because I like to pick characters who don't justify their place in the narrative, or are very frustratingly written. Also probably a character I dislike (for instance, I LOVE to hate Reginald). I think I find the Handler (in season 2) or Harlan (in season 3) fit this for me. They both have some frustrating execution which makes me appreciate them less.

prettiest character: Allison, Lila, Sloane, Fei, Jayme, Grace, Eudora Patch, Helen Cho.

funniest character: Probably Diego because I really think David is a comedic genius. He elevates lines which probably weren't even written to be funny.

favorite season: 1. All the way. Strongest character arcs, strongest plot.

favorite episode: 1x05 - Number Five. Not a lot happens, but it's just such a wonderful dive into the characters, has a great soundtrack, and builds the plot nicely.

favorite romantic ship: ooh. I think Allison/Ray compels me the most. He's such an endearing character and I think it's a beautiful way of demonstrating just,,, how stuck in the 60s Allison was.

favorite family ship: ALL OF THEM. It's so hard to pick one on a family show. I love Klaus and Diego's dynamic, where they've probably interacted constantly since they were teenagers, then bond over lost loved ones. I love Luther and Viktor, the way Luther so badly fucked up in season 1, but ended up so sweetly accepting his brother and having him as his best man at the wedding. I love Allison and Klaus in season 2 bonding over similar experiences of love and prejudice and being stuck in the 60s. I love Allison and Diego in season 3, with their scene about what it felt like being in the past specifically as people of colour. Klaus and Luther, basically having opposite plotlines in terms of their father and freedom. Klaus and Ben, being shackled together and so resentful of the situation, yet also having deeper understanding (which leads into the dynamic with Sparrow Ben). I haven't even mentioned Five yet, but I LOVE his dynamics with Klaus and Diego, but also Viktor and Luther. And Diego and Sparrow Ben is hillarious. I love them as a family, there's no way I can pick one, haha.

favorite friend ship: Five and Lila. Frenemies are always very fun onscreen.

worst ship: Any incest lmao. If you were raised together, you're siblings and shouldn't be in love. Specifically Allison/Luther but also like... any non-canon sibling ships. Also anything involving Five, because he looks 13 and that's weird.

#ask box #the umbrella academy #basically I love this show I love my weird superhero family faves

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fangirlforlife97 · 1 year

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Recent Books I've Read and My Ratings and Reviews on them!!

- An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

4.5/5

I want to start off by saying I love faerie stories and fae/human romances. This book was really good I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the writing style and characters. The romance was good too but I did feel like at times it seemed a little rushed and corny. I usually don't have a problem with corny but in this book it kind of erked me a bit (got over it relatively fast) but still. I did end up enjoying the romance though. I also thought the plot or certain characters would've been a bit different especially the prince. I was expecting more of an aloofness and for a longer time etc, also for some reason to I also expected him to have long hair. But all in all It was a really good read, and I do recommend it!!

- Love, Creekwood by Becky Albertalli

5/5

Beck Albertalli can't do anything wrong when it comes to writing. I have yet to come across a book of hers I didn't love. I breezed through this in one setting, not only was it a quick read but also a great read. I love revisiting the Simonverse. I love revisiting these character's. You know I was a bit worried I wouldn't know how to feel since the whole novella is told from the perspectives of everyone in email form but I loved that as well too. My only problem . . . . . . . . . . How could it end that way!!!!!?????? Was Bram excited?? I imagine he was but I feel he might also feel a bit guilty since Simon loved Haverford so much. It was left kind of open ended in a way ( I thought so in a way anyways) and I need more!!!!

- The House In The Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

5/5

First book I read of 2023 and wow what a wonderful surprise this was!!! I went into this book not quite knowing how I would feel about it or if it would live up to the hype or not!? But OH BOY DID IT. Ugggghhh it was soooo good, throughout the book I was giggling, smiling, tearing up etc. I didn't want the book to end, and I think that's why I waited a few days after starting it, to pick it back up and finish it. It really is a great read, I would love a follow up novel to this, there's definitely potential for one!! Fingers crossed the author will think about one later on down the road??!! 🤞I think it would also be a great pick for a possible movie adaptation. If it is ever made into one I think Cameron Britton (Hazel - TUA) would be perfect for Linus Baker. He's my perfect fancast anyways. And Cherry Jones as Helen. I don't know who I would want casted for the other characters yet though.

#bookworm #i went through a long period of time not reading anything and having a ton of unread books in my room #finally started reading again #not that anyone cares or not but i just wanted to post about it to have #an enchantment of ravens #love creekwood #the house in the cerulean sea #possible spoilers?!#short review #rating #my reviews arent the best but then again im just becoming slowly used to putting any kind of book review out there.#its a work in progress #becky albertalli #margaret rogerson #tj klune

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daimonclub · 15 days

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Aforismi sui cani

Aforismi sui cani Aforismi sui cani, citazioni, massime, pensieri, frasi celebri e riflessioni di autori e scrittori famosi e non sui nostri amici più fedeli e affettuosi. Smise di fumare allorché notò che al suo cane dava fastidio. Giuseppe Mazzini Chi non ha avuto un cane non sa cosa significhi essere amato. Arthur Schopenhauer Quando l'uomo si svegliò, disse: "Cosa sta facendo qui Cane Selvatico?". E la Donna rispose: "Il suo nome non è più Cane Selvatico, ma Primo Amico, perché sarà nostro amico per sempre e sempre e sempre." Rudyard Kipling Non esiste lealtà promessa e mantenuta in fondo, eccetto quella di un cane veramente fedele. Konrad Z. Lorenz Che il mio cane mi ami più di quanto io ami lui è un atto innegabile che sempre mi riempie di un sentimento di vergogna. Un cane è pronto in qualsiasi istante a sacrifgicare la sua vita per te. Konrad Z. Lorenz Quanto più brutto è un cane, tanto più i suoi padroni gli vogliono bene. Martyn Lewis Più gente conosco, e più apprezzo il mio cane. Socrate L'ideale di vita di Montmorency e mettersi tra i piedi della gente e farsi ingiuriare. Se riesce a introfularsi dove non è particolarmente ben voluto... allora avverte che la sua giornata ha avuto un senso. Jerome K. Jerome Il commissario Rex è un cane, perché gli altri cosa sono! Carl William Brown

Aforismi celebri sui cani Chiamarlo cane non sembra fargli giustizia, sebbene ammetto che in apparenza lo fosse in tutto, avendo quattro zampe, una coda e abbaiava. Ma per quelli di noi che lo conoscevano bene era un perfetto gentiluomo. Hermione Gincold Ho scoperto che, quando sei profondamente turbato, è maggiore il conforto che ti da la compagnia devota e silenziosa di un cane di tutto quello che puoi trarre da altre fonti. Doris Day II piacere primo, il più precoce, è quello che deriva dal contatto fisico. Ed è il contatto fisico che rende un animale da compagnia così prezioso per le persone sole. Dilys Powell I cuccioli sono il rimedio naturale alla sensazione di non essere amati... e per numerosi altri dolori della vita. Richard Allan Palm Il genere umano è attratto dai cani perché sono così simili all'uomo - affezionati, confusi, facilmente delusi, avidi di divertimento, grati per ogni gentilezza e per la minima attenzione. Pam Brown È dolce sentire l'onesto abbaio del cane da guardia che ci lancia un profondo benvenuto quando ci avviciniamo a casa; è dolce sapere che c'è un occhio attento che cura il nostro ritorno e si illumina quando arriviamo. Lord Byron Hai visto quello sguardo. Il modo in cui un giovane pittore contempla un Rembrandt o un Tiziano. Il modo in cui Liz Taylor guarda Richard Burton. Il modo in cui Zsa Zsa guarda il visone. È così che un cagnolino da compagnia guarda il suo padrone. Jacqueline Susann I nostri cani amano e ammirano anche il più meschino tra di noi e nutrono la nostra colossale vanità con il loro atto di deferenza privo di critica. Agnes Repplier Nessuno apprezza il genio molto speciale della tua conversazione quanto un cane. Christopher Morley Non dobbiamo guadagnarci la sua fiducia o la sua amicizia: è nato per essere nostro amico; quando i suoi occhi sono ancora chiusi, lui già crede in noi: prima ancora di nascere, ha già dato se stesso all'uomo. Maurice Maeterlinck Signore, io faccio la guardia! Se non sono qui io, chi curerà la loro casa o sorveglierà il loro gregge? Essere fedele? Nessuno oltre a me e Te capisce cos'è la fedeltà. Loro mi chiamano "Cane buono!", "Beel cane!" Parole… Anonimo Dietro ogni terranova, boxer, danese c'è un cucciolo che desidera solo accoccolartisi in grembo. Helen Thomson Se mi siedo su una panchina, me lo trovo improvvisamente di fianco, prima che si sdrai su uno dei miei piedi. È tipico infatti del suo modo di fare correre intorno quando anch'io sono in movimento, mentre quando mi siedo, mi imita subito. Thomas Mann II cane comune rivolge un'unica richiesta a tutto il genere umano: amatemi. Helen Exley Un cane ha un unico obiettivo nella sua vita: donare il proprio cuore. J.R. Ackerley

Frasi famose e ciotazioni celebri sui cani Un cane è l'unico essere su questa terra che ti ama più di quanto non ami se stesso. Josh Billings - Enry Wheeler Shaw I cani sono gli animali più socievoli, affettuosi ed amabili dell'intero creato. Edmund Burke Visitare un canile è un'esperienza estenuante - tutte quelle creature disperate che abbaiano a gran voce per catturare la tua attenzione. Per chi è tenere di cuore non è difficile venirsene via con una muta intera. Jilly Cooper La libertà individuale è la maggiore benedizione per un uomo, per un cane è l'ultima parola della disperazione. William Lyon Phelps Lo sapete che cosa hanno in comune un cane ed un ginecologo miope? ma è semplice, tutti e due hanno sempre il naso umido. Carl William Brown Lo sguardo fisso del lupo penetra nelle nostre coscienze. Berry Lopez Non sarà per molto non vuol dire nulla per un cane. Tutto quello che sa è che te ne sei ANDATO. JANE SWANLo spettacolo più triste del mondo è un cucciolo sperudoto che con la cosa tra le zampe se ne va in tondo. Arthur Gutterman No, Bobi! Non ho voglia di andare a fare una passeggiata - non mi sento in forma: preferirei starmene seduto a chiacchierare, o starmene seduto a leggere, o semplicemente starmene seduto. Fa molto caldo: c'è un sacco di polvere - non penso davvero di poter… beh, se fai quella faccia lì, devo - Sei il mio cane? No, sono io il tuo uomo. Robert Bell Una porta è quella cosa rispetto alla quale un cane si trova eternamente dalla parte sbagliata. Ogden Nash La creatura più affettuosa al mondo è un cane bagnato. Ambrose Bierce Montemorency arrivava e si sedeva sulle cose proprio quando volevi metterle a posto. Ficcava le zampe nella marmellata, tormentava i cucchiaini di caffè, faceva finta cheilimoni fossero topi e si tuffava nella cesta, uccidendone tre. Jerome K. Jerome Un cane crede che tu sia quello che pensi di essere. Jane Swan La maggior parte dei cani non pensano di essere umani, lo sanno. Jane Swan Qualsiasi cosa sia, è buona" - è il tuo benevolo credo. Il tuo ornamento, la tua gioia di vivere portata come fosse una corona. Dorothy Parker Cuccioli in vendita: l'unico amore che il denaro può comprare. Cartello affisso in un negozio. Compra un cucciolo e investirai il tuo denaro in un amore costante. Anonimo La storia offre più esempi della fedeltà dei cani di quella degli amici. Alexander Pope Il cane esitò un istante, ma quasi subito prese a fare qualche approccio con la coda. Il bambino allungò la mano e lo chiamò. In maniera plateale, il cane si avvicinò a lui, e i due ebbero uno scambio di amichevoli pacche e dondolii. Stephen Crane È così peloso! Gli ospiti si divertono un sacco quando si alza in piedi e si rendono conto improvvisamente di avere parlato all'estremità sbagliata. Elisabeth Jones Un cane è un sorriso e una coda che si agita. Tutto quello che c'è in mezzo e non è poi così importante. Clara Ortega

Aforismi, massime, citazioni famose sui cani I bassotti sono cani ideali per i bambini piccoli, dato che sono già stati tirati e schiacciati così tanto che un bambino non potrà più fare loro molto male in un senso o nell'altro. Robert Benchley Guardate gli occhi di un cane che dorme e vergognatevi della vostra profonda filosofia. Elias Canetti Fa una vita da cani, dice la gente piangendo - ma perchè... fai tutto il giorno esattamente quello che ti va di fare; dormi prima di ogni pasto, e dopo. La gente dovrebbe saperlo! A.P. Herbert L'uomo era disteso sul pavimento, ubriaco fradicio e privo di conoscenza. Il cane, sdraiato al suo fianco, sembrava guardarmi con occhi tristi, imploranti. Sebbene il mondo intero disprezzasse quell'uomo, il povero animale lo amava e gli sarebbe stato fedele fino alla morte. Robert Service La maggior parte delle persone che hanno un cane alla lunga imparano ad obbedire al loro compagno a quattro zampe. Robert Morley Più conosco gli uomini e più mi piacciono i cani. Madame De Staël Il cane ha avuto raramente successo nel far salire l'uomo al suo grado di sagacia, ma l'uomo è spesso riuscito a trascinare giù il cane al suo livello. James Thurber Se raccogli dalla strada un cane che sta morendo di fame e lo rifocilli, non ti morderà. È questa la differenza fondamentale tra un uomo e un cane. Mark Twain Naturalmente, quello che lui sogna con più intensità è di essere portato a fare una passeggiata, e tanto più ti mostrerai indulgente, tanto più lui ti adorerà, e tanto più la bellezza latente della sua natura trasparirà. Henry James È arrivato un cagnolino! -arrivato a colmare il vuoto lasciato da amici falsi e interessati. Già vedo che è senza invidia, odio o malizia - che non tradirà i miei segreti e non soffrirà se avrò successo, né proverà piacere della mia sfortuna. George Eliot Ogni cucciolo dovrebbe avere un ragazzino. Erma Bombeck Il cane è stato creato soprattutto per i bambini: è il dio del divertimento Henry Ward Beecher Uno degli spettacoli più tristi è quello offerto da un danese malato. I suoi grandi occhi sono l'immagine della sofferenza: un danese fa di tutto, infatti, quando si sente malato, per ottenere amore e simpatia, esageran do i sintomi. Barbara Woodhouse Se fossero esaudite le preghiere di un cane, pioverebbero ossi dal cielo. Proverbio Un cane ben addestrato non tenterà di dividere con te il tuo cibo. Semplicemente, ti farà sentire così in colpa da non riuscire a gustarlo. Helen Thomson Un cane desidera il tuo affetto più della sua pappa. Beh - quasi. Charlotte Gray Forse ci sono dei paesi, nei quali, venendo paragonati a un cane, si acquista in breve maggiore importanza, salendo nella scala sociale. Essere chiamati cani potrebbe rivelarsi una cosa poi non così brutta. John Richard Stephens Durante gli scavi effettuati a Pompei per riportare alla luce le rovine della cittadina campana, investita dalla lava vulcanica nel 79 d.C., venne rinvenuto un cane sdraiato dopra un bambino. L'animale, il cui nome era Delta, portava sul collare il racconto di come avesse salvato per ben tre volte la vita del suo padrone, tale Severinus. John Richard Stephens Il sentimento per i cani è quello stesso che nutriamo per i bambini. Sigmund Freud La facoltà di compatire non è propria del solo uomo. In casa mia v'era un cane che dal un balcone gittava del pane ad un altro cane sulla strada. Giacomo Leopardi Sugli animali domestici potete anche leggere: Riflessioni e pensieri sui cani Aforismi e pensieri sui gatti Riflessioni sugli animali https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7awj63Om8bA Aforismi per autore Aforismi per argomento Riflessioni e pensieri Saggi e aforismi Read the full article

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tyrewear · 7 months

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on episode 8 (?) of tua vanya nd allison are such a toxic sibling relationship a la frozen elsa anna you can't marry a man u just met ! vs i love him (murderer) knife 2 the throat. no doubt the power of love will save them now harold jenkins isnt even allat ive picked up better men out of the dumpster :( vanya didnt even get a chance to fuck helen 1st chair nasty

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obsidianstrawberrymilk · 1 year

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for that most recent character ask game that you reblogged, vikor hargreeves

This one? I hope its the one you meant lol

Viktor Hargreeves!!

Sexuality Headcanon: Personally I hc him as bi. Like ik some people think he's attracted to only women but he feels very bisexual. Gender Headcanon: Canon, trans guy. A ship I have with said character: Uhhh I feel like him x Sissy is kinda obvious so Viktor x Helen Cho, that one violinist from S1. LISTEN its enemies to lovers ft dramatic violin music what more could you want. A BROTP I have with said character: Him and Allison. LET THEM BE BESTIES AGAINST TUA WRITERS. LET THEM JUDGE EVERYONE. GIVE ME MY ALLISON VIKTOR SIBLINGS SKREEEEE- A NOTP I have with said character: Given, but any Harcest. I heard a rumor there's no incest. Also him x Leanard Peabody, disgusting man, burn him, the only good thing he ever did was be stabbed to death by Viktor. A random headcanon: He doesn't know the order of the planets in the solar system. He can do some really advanced science bc Reggie, did some deep dives into moon physics after he destroyed it, but doesn't actually know the order of the planets. General Opinion over said character: He's my blorbo, I want to hit him with a tire iron, I want to wrap a blanket around him and give him a cookie, I want him to pick up his violin and rock Reggie's shit to the tune of Rasputin, I want his powers to actually be explored beyond boom blast thing.

#tua #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #vikor hargreeves #viktor tua #ra ra rasputin lover of da russian queen #there was a CAT #that nearly was gone

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janeeyre2022 · 1 year

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1. La fine

Cryonics Institute, Michigan, 20 novembre 2022

Sono appena arrivata a Clinton, il viaggio da Lansing è stato abbastanza tranquillo nonostante non ci sia un bel tempo e facciano meno due gradi. L’aria è gelida e il sole ancora non è sorto del tutto, i lampioni per strada sono ancora accesi. Appena arrivata davanti all’entrata del laboratorio, suono al campanello e dopo qualche secondo la porta si apre. Felice di riscaldarmi un po', finalmente entro, ma il gelo che mi assale qui dentro è più di quello che c’è fuori. Mi accoglie una signora sulla cinquantina, stranamente sorridente, che non conosco e con cui non ho mai lavorato prima nell’istituto. Dico che è stranamente sorridente, non perché sia strano che qualcuno mi sorrida, ma perché la donna che mi sorride è colei che metterà fine alla mia vita in questo mondo. Si presenta come la dottoressa Helen Burns, ma che era una dottoressa, lo avevo già capito dal suo abbigliamento e dal distintivo, anche se in questo momento, con il camice completamente bianco e quel sorriso smagliante, sembra più un angelo. Dopo questa osservazione, inizio a pensare che forse sia proprio lei l’angelo che mi porterà nell’altro mondo in cui mi risveglierò.

La dottoressa Burns mi porta in un ufficio e mi mette davanti un blocco di fogli da compilare.

“Questo è un questionario che dovrai compilare per autorizzare la tua ibernazione e comunicare i tuoi dati anagrafici e la motivazione della tua scelta a chi ti risveglierà,” mi dice la dottoressa “sii il più sincera possibile, i tuoi parametri verranno analizzati nei prossimi anni.”

L’idea di essere studiata e analizzata in qualche università mi affascina, ma ciò che mi affascina di più, è l’idea di una vita con Edward fuori da questo mondo grigio. Chiedo alla dottoressa quando arriverà Edward.

“Il dottor Rochester sarà qui a momenti,” mi risponde la Burns “lavorando qui, ha compilato da tempo il questionario e si è già sottoposto ai controlli di preparazione. Stia tranquilla, ora inizieremo la sua preparazione.”

Con molta calma, la dottoressa mi porta in un’altra sala. È una camera ampia e quasi completamente vuota, al centro ci sono due lettini con dei macchinari, la luce è bianca e fredda, è quasi tutto completamente bianco. Mi stendo su un lettino e tra un controllo e l’altro passano una quarantina di minuti. Non sono mai stata in questo laboratorio dato che ho lavorato prevalentemente nella sede centrale dell’istituto.

Poco dopo arriva Edward, mi saluta con un bacio e si stende sull’altro lettino. La dottoressa Burns inizia a preparare delle iniezioni. Le chiedo di spiegarmi come procederà da questo momento in poi dato che in istituto mi sono sempre occupata della fase successiva alla morte. A breve perderò i sensi. Nel frattempo, entra un’infermiera che si occuperà di Edward, se la dottoressa Burns mi sembra un angelo, lei sembra un diavolo. Non capisco se sia così per il turno notturno che ha quasi terminato o per qualcos’altro. Mi dispiace per Edward.

“Ora inietteremo ad entrambi una dose elevata di Pentothal che provocherà un arresto cardiaco,” mi risponde la Burns, “attenderemo qualche ora per accertarci dell’effettivo decesso e poi procederemo iniettandovi una soluzione crioprotettiva per evitare il totale congelamento dei tessuti, da lì in poi, come ben sapete, inizieremo ad abbassare la vostra temperatura fino ad arrivare a -196°C e completeremo il processo di ibernazione”

Ascoltando la spiegazione della dottoressa mi è venuto un senso di nostalgia, non per l’idea di morire, ma per l’idea di non poter più studiare medicina, ho sentito così tante volte parlare di ibernazione e ho visto talmente tanti corpi congelati che ora non mi sembra vero di sottopormi al processo.

Ad interrompere i miei pensieri è la voce di Edward. La dottoressa avvicina i nostri lettini e riesco ad afferrargli la mano.

“Jane.” Mi chiama Edward, guardandomi. “Ci vediamo nell’altro mondo.”

Nemmeno il tempo di rispondere che già sono morta. L’ultima cosa che vedono i miei occhi non è Edward, ma Helen.

#jane eyre #fanfic #scrittura

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