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[notwiselybuttoowell]

Discover how New York's Metropolitan Opera is on a mission to redefine the art form for a new generation.

Once viewed as a static art form, opera is being revitalised with contemporary stories and fresh perspectives to connect with modern audiences.

From groundbreaking productions like Grounded to the passion of young singers from around the globe, The Met embraces change while preserving opera's timeless ability to ground us as human beings.

The Metropolitan Opera's Music Director Yannick Nézet-Séguin and General Manager Peter Gelb discuss the bright future of the art form alongside lauded tenor Benjamin Bernheim.

[mercurio-shadowz]

The ultimate crush or whatever💅

Let Shadow be stupi. He unironically says I m t h e c o o l e s t, he’s just a little weirdo/silly

Sonic’s into it but also endlessly confused by the whole ordeal

[malfoyesque]

[janitorjuliann]

pls dont sleep on modern wtnv, this is from episode 259 and it made me actually laugh out loud at work

[artsymeeshee]

Here's the mini comic of Dipper's nightmare! I know the idea of Mabel being the one to have the nightmare about pushing the button has been played with before, but I wanted to explore that with Dipper. (Also sort of a way to include some bonding time with Stan). Plus I think they both benefit having a more serious talk like this.

[gaymerfreakk]

[wasyago]

old art for a random au

big text here

[strange-lamp-stranger]

you ever just.

[monakisss]

growing up in the ninth house

[jellyfishforest135]

S1 and 2 Kanera are so touchy-feely and I love that for them

[buildoblivion]

[snail-day]

Suguru knows better than to flirt with his pretty little wife when you’re high off your ass on anesthesia.

He does. He's reminded himself countless times.

But then again, you’re blinking up at him like he’s the moon itself, all soft and slow with that syrupy smile pulling at your lips, holding onto every word he''s saying. Your pupils blown wide, unfocused, cheeks warm and a little flushed, and he’s weak for you like this. Loopy. Dazed. Sweet as honey.

He adjusts the monitor, fingertips brushing the edge of your wrist where the pulse oximeter clips gently to your finger. It’s steady. So is his hand. (Even if the rest of him isn’t)

“You flirt with just anyone like this?” he asks, low and quiet, just a hint of teasing in the edge of his voice. Violet eyes softening as they find their way to yours, lidded. Dark hair pulled back into a neat tie, though a few strands have managed to slip loose. He even wore your favorite scrubs, little kitties, an anniversary gift.

You giggle. All sticky-honey and with the sweetest smile. “Only the white-haired doctor gets it this good.”

Suguru huffs a soft laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he makes a little note on your chart. Nothing medical. A doodle. He just needs somewhere to put his hands. “Ah. Well. I guess I’ll let that one pass.”

You still haven’t noticed the silicone band glinting on his finger.

Still haven’t realized the man standing at your bedside, gently adjusting your blanket, has already kissed you good morning today. Already whispered you’re okay, I’ve got you before the anesthesia hit. Already threatened three different interns not to mess up your IV.

And then you sigh, all dreamy and lost in the soft lighting of the recovery room, eyes fluttering up to his face like it’s the first time you’ve seen him.

“My husband won’t put a baby in me,” you whisper, voice confidential and sing-song. “Maybe you would.”

Suguru freezes. Still polite. Barely composed.

But his ears go pink. Just a little. He presses his lips together. Fights the smirk twitching its way up.

“…Maybe your husband just thinks the three of you don’t have the time right now,” he murmurs, smoothing your blanket down pretending like you haven’t just turned him into hospital gossip for the evening. His warm hands, fingers long and careful as they brush over your thighs, just enough pressure to settle you, not enough to rattle.

Somewhere beyond the curtain, a familiar voice whines:

“That’s my wife,” Satoru’s saying, exasperated and loud enough for the whole wing to hear. “What do you mean I can’t be her doctor anymore?! What do you mean I can’t crawl in bed with her?!”

“Dr. Gojo,” the charge nurse says, unamused, “please leave the hallway.”

Suguru just sighs. Tucks your hair behind your ear with one gentle finger. You lean into it instinctively.

“Such a handful,” he murmurs under his breath, though whether he means you or Satoru, even he’s not sure.

You reach up for him again, fingers forming a wobbly little heart in the air. And he melts. Lets you catch his hand, lets your fingers trace the edge of his palm while you giggle and hum and blink at him. Acting as if this is the first time you've ever fallen in love.

You don’t remember much right now. Not the wedding. Not the matching rings. Not the way you cried the first time he called you his.

But it’s okay.

He remembers enough for both of you.

[mechafartzilla]

mr steal your girl or whatevr

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[otselotus]

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