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girlbossrangi · 2 years
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Yun is gaslight
Rangi is gatekeep
Kyoshi is girlboss
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random-xpressions · 5 months
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If at the end of my life, just before I take my final breath, I get a chance to encounter God, and he asks me to describe everything so far in a single word. I've already found that word and I've come to conclude it rightly after much consideration. The word will be:
"Beautiful!"
Yes. Looking back at things on a deeper perspective, that's the only way I could see it. Life in its entirety and in its enormity has only fascinated me so far. And I'm not here specifically just speaking about things that are "pleasant" in nature but even those seemingly "disturbing" matters which almost made me sick in my stomach, made me tremble, made my voice shake, made me weep profusely, made me feel miserable. Those testing times when I felt like the world has ended. Those calamities which literally shook the earth beneath my feet. All of it was needed and part of the journey.
So yes, if there's one word that sums it up all, then all I could think of is the word: beautiful!
Random Xpressions
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holdmyapplejuiceyt · 3 months
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kinder surpise or some shit defeats a mechanical kaiju
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wiirocku · 2 years
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Galatians 5:14 (NLT) - For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
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jiiix · 2 years
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Klaus and bens relationship summed up
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callmebliss · 6 months
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Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way opened to it?
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evercelle · 1 month
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bust... or maybe i'll take it all!
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funny how celebrities will raise $26M for a fashion institute but can't be bothered to mobilise even a fraction of that energy and money to help the people being tortured and killed in an unapologetic genocide as we speak. love that for society. what a moment for The Culture.
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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
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beif0ngs · 3 months
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alright look, i just wanna know who is the writer that came up with the dumbass idea of replacing the line “Ever since I lost my son, I think of you as my own” with “Lu Ten would have been proud to have you as his father” in this scene for the Netflix live action series???
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oncillabrigade · 2 months
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I'm sure someone has said this before but...
I think it would be really funny if Scarecrow fear-gassed Tim and just, like... nada. Red Robin keeps walking right towards him, no mask for the toxins, just breathing it in, and beats Scarecrow's sorry ass back into Arkham.
Crane is panicking: what went wrong with the gas? Was it sabotaged? Have the bats figured out how to metabolize it somehow? Is Red Robin not a human? What is going on???
Meanwhile, in the Batcave, everyone is asking Tim how he did it, and he's like, "um. I didn't get gassed? Like, I was having a trauma-induced hallucinogenic episode, don't get me wrong! I saw loved ones dying everywhere; Bruce hating me; failing at everything I do because I'm not actually smart, just lucky... the usual. But it wasn't Scarecrow's doing. That just happens."
And then a minute later he's like, "although that hallucination did have a lot of spiders in it... holy shit, I might have been fear-gassed."
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tapeworrmart · 4 months
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Inferiority complex
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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lore accurate teen soukoku. the worsties ever
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pactii · 2 months
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astrowarr · 5 months
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i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.
grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.
as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)
but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.
grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.
a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.
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