#For Night For Belief

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Melody of Return Letter Translation

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❖ Osborn:

My Little Naughty (Y/n),

Finally willing to come back, huh? The long-term contract we signed has yet to be fulfilled, so I'm not letting you escape all so easily. ‘Sides, I don't believe that you don't miss me at all, seeing how I'm always at your disposal, all day, any day. Milkie has become friends with the others at home, and Xiaoragon loves it. But I know that Xiaoragon loves you best. Ye Chuan asked about your recent situation, saying how he wouldn't be able to have peace of mind until he saw you for himself again. Let's go visit him when we have time.

—Osborn

❖ Evan:

My Little Rabbit, (Y/n),

That spider plant is flourishing. It helps put me at ease whenever I place it in its daily spot of sunlight. However, I do think sometimes that it shouldn’t be trapped in a small flower pot indoors, relying on regular and controlled amounts of watering to sustain its own life. Perhaps the life it wants is being able to take root in the soil and grow freely. Let’s transplant it to the yard together once we’re free, and we can watch the ending of the movie we first watched together after.

—Evan

❖ Sariel:

My dumb bird, (Y/n),

Qi She said that I wasn’t smiling as much during the time you were gone. I thought about it, and maybe I do smile around you a lot. Maybe that was what gave Qi She that misconception. But you’ve always done well; your growth as a designer is steadily improving, and you’ve never been a dumb bird. In short, you don’t have to go away for such a long period to further your studies next time. You can just come to me. I’ve brought back a couple of trinkets that I think you’d like. I’ll deliver it all to you later.

—Sariel

❖ Charlie:

My Dear Fiancée (Y/n),

The joy of publishing ten papers cannot even come close to the joy of seeing you. So, if you want to come see me more often, I can reciprocate as well by coming to visit you instead. However, I am not like the golden bachelor you read about in novels, who wants to confine their Fiancée like a canary in a cage. I fully support your decision to go further outland to further your studies, but don’t forget to contact me more no matter where you are. Texting would be good, phone calls are better, and of course, bringing me along would be the best.

—Your ever-waiting Fiancé, Charlie

❖ Jesse:

My Dear Lady, (Y/n),

You’ve finally returned! I’ve lost weight waiting for you, and the costume you [personally designed and made before you left doesn’t fit as well anymore. So, when are you gonna come by and help me make some alterations, Milady? Also, you once pinky swore with me that you’d always stand by me and that you’d never leave. I won’t let you go back on that promise, so you’d best be prepared~

—Milady’s One & Only Knight, Jesse

[ohposhers]

i want floyd to get high at a rock concert and start a fight in the moshpit

[loneliii-aura]

I'm gonna say it! The thing that made me grumpiest about wtnv fandom back in the day was the belief that Cecil buys into the propaganda! He does NOT! This man is looking you dead in the eyes and saying "do not look at the mountains. The government denies ALL EXISTENCE of such mountains. The mountains are not real." You think he gets sent to re-education every six weeks for FUN?! He is a journalist frantically trying to get around censorship! The government would like to strangle him for talking about this! COME ON!

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

I personally don’t mind the reveal that Aegon the Conqueror was motivated by dragon dreams about tptwp/war for the dawn; I actually like it quite a lot. Mostly because I like how Aegon’s legacy basically becomes: the unification of the realm and its peoples (a wholly positive thing) AND the iron throne (which has become a symbol of war and destruction). Aegon brought the realm together, but he also created that stupid pointy chair. The irony is that this chair, made of swords from all over the realm thus being a representation of all the different peoples in Aegon’s new kingdom, is meant to be the symbol of peace and unity. But in the current story, it’s become the driving force of disunity. And now hundreds of years later, now that the real threat that Aegon dreamed of has actually arrived, the realm is much too focused on who gets to sit on the silly chair more than anything else. Which imo would fall in quite nicely with GRRM’s deconstruction of prophecy, how people interpret it, and the ripple effects from those actions.

[meidui]

tony looking at steve when steve isn't looking

[zu-is-here]

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[reluctantbylerblog]

call me crazy and controversial but I don't think nancy did anything wrong, nor is she fundamentally a bad person for what happened to barb in s1, and I absolutely do not think she needs to be redeemed. the end of her character arc should always be about reaching a point of self-compassion and forgiveness—specifically by healing enough to allow herself to move past her guilt and belief that she caused barbs death by letting herself become close to others and form intimate friendships. especially with robin (who imo she was cagey with in s4 because of her trauma around barb)

[flerkenkiddingme]

have you ever read something that makes you think the author is into the same fanfiction as you

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Jesse’s Melody of Return Translation

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"The bright sunlight shines through the wide glass windows, shimmering down upon the familiar area of the airport. The anticipation and joy of being reunited with him added a spring to my step as my spirits began to soar..

I’d taken such a long trip that I couldn’t help picking up the pace as I headed towards the exit.

The long-awaited Guangqi City awaited behind the exit alongside the person I love.

The hustle and bustle of the airport grew clearer in my ears as I looked around, searching for his familiar silhouette within the airport crowd.

Who is he?"

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Belief⊹ —————★❖

MC: Tangyuan!?

The familiar figure holding the big sign with my name on it froze. After a few seconds, a pale and dispirited face slowly appeared.

Jesse had slimmed down a lot. His body was so thin that it seemed too frail to even withstand the weight of the clothes on his back.

Jesse: Milady… why are you only back now…?

Once his eyes met mine, I couldn't withstand the urge to run straight for him. Jesse came up to welcome me back, wrapping both arms around my waist in a tight hug. It almost felt as if he wanted to envelop me whole.

I found it amusing, but I also felt sorry for him as I reached out to gently stroke his soft hair.

MC: Did you not eat your meals properly? How did you get this thin while I was gone?

I pulled Jesse back up and held his cheek, turning it this way and that as I observed him carefully. His eyes were slightly red, and his wet eyelashes were trembling. Ripples formed in his emerald eyes, seemingly bearing unshed tears.

Jesse: It's okay… I… I just missed you so much that I was thinking of you day in and day out. It got so bad that I nearly got into a stage accident.

Jesse: Then I’d gotten so many distracting thoughts while I was practicing magic and ended up falling seriously ill, only to spend even more time thinking about you… but that’s okay, isn’t it?

Jesse said in a feeble voice and coughed twice to emphasize it. He slunk out from behind the signboard to peek at my reaction. I'd caught those little tells of his, of course, but I didn't mention it.

MC: Sorry… I really should have paid more attention to you while I was gone.

Jesse: It's okay. I'm alright. I know that your job is more important, so I can't be the one to make you worry.

He shook his head, bringing my hand to his chest as his lips gave an unnatural twitch.

Jesse: Milady's happiness is my happiness… and I will always wait here for you as the faithful guardian of your happiness…

I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I watched his performance grow more exaggerated by the minute.

MC: CUT! Enough acting! The three whole layers of your foundation are falling apart!

I pointed to the pale powder on my hands and clothes, which looked awfully similar to the paleness of his face. Unable to hold it in anymore, Jesse knelt over in laughter.

MC: That's some pretty good special effect makeup you have on. Who did it for you?

Jesse: Ow, ow, ow! Stop pinching my face! Spare me, milady!

Jesse: You know— you know the special effect makeup artist from my troupe? You've seen him before!

He quickly wiped the loose powder from his face, and relief swept through me upon seeing that his skin was still a normal healthy pallor underneath all that makeup.

He then paused, his eyebrow furrowing.

Jesse: Wait, why's my face itchy? Could it be an allergic reaction? Is it red here?

MC: Oh? Where? Let me see.

Worried, I quickly brought his face closer, only to feel him land a peck on my cheek. This was when I realized that I'd been fooled yet again.

MC: Xia Tangyuan! It has only been a while since we last saw each other, and there you are acting all sick and pitiful! Now you're even sneaking a kiss? Who taught you this stuff anyway!?

Jesse: C’mon, don't be mad! I won't do it again, promise!

MC: …Fine. I'm not mad.

He may have been pretending to be weak and feeble earlier, but upon closer look, it looked like he really did lose some weight. Feeling slightly bad for him, I ruffled his soft and short hair.

Jesse: So… you won't leave me all by my lonesome ever again?

How could I possibly say no to those puppy eyes brimming with hope?

MC: I won't leave you again, no matter what. I'll always be right by you.

He perks up at that, stretching out a hand. I took it without a second thought, and our fingers tightly intertwined with each other.

Jesse: Come on, let's go home.

Jesse: I have so many things to tell you! Including the fun stuff!

MC: Wouldn't that mean that you won't be done even after the sun comes up?

Jesse: What? Would that be… a problem?

The way his eyes dropped in sadness was so reminiscent of Eddie that I couldn't help but laugh, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek.

MC: Nope!

[tromboneralert]

K so

Today (November 9) was my birthday

This is what my spouse got me as a gift:

I am absolutely fucking delighted. I am blown away. I can't even take her out of the box she's so perfect I don't want to ruin her

[andoutofharm]

mikey bringing his daughter on stage and picking her up and showing the crowd to her and her just gazing back at the crowd while ray plays the outro to kids from yesterday and frank and gerard and all of them share the biggest smiles.

they made it. the kids from yesterday have kids of their own and they are all there together showing their kids all they made out of the love they have for each other and for the world and, now, for them.

[helifreds]

I just had a mind blowing realization

Ok no, it didn't happen right now but yesterday evening but this isn't the point

I was watching 'Timber' (thank you whoever randomly decided to trasmit the A-team during week) and when the famous "gay couple at morning" scene camed I realized that what I thought for one whole year was completely wrong

I was convinced that in their bedroom there were two beds, the one where Face is sleeping (or trying so) and another one on the opposite side

Turned out there's just one - pretty little - bed that they shared (the pillows' position prove it) and Murdock's imaginary bed space is occupied by a closet lol :')

[eikichi-supremacy]

and they were singin', bye-bye Miss American Pie // american oldie i think kuwabara unironically listens to

(low effort lyric edit im queueing here in May cos im probably gonna forget it exists otherwise)

[mommyashtoreth]

Christ is he. I had no idea

[calabria-mediterranea]

Malocchio: Calabria and the old superstitious belief of the evil eye

Generally, in Calabria and Southern Italy, especially in the past, people tended to be afraid of causing jealousy and envy so understate all success.

According to a widespread belief, envy is at the base of malocchio, the evil eye, from the combination of mal, bad, and occhio, eye. The evil eye is a form of curse, transmitted through the gaze, hence the name, many cultures believe causes injury or bad luck to the person it is directed.

The dictionary definition is “malevolent power, attributed by superstition to the gaze of certain people”. There are two different types of this phenomenon: malocchio and affascino, fascination, which means fascinated through malocchio. Both derive from envy, the first has an evil intent and the second may also derive from innocent admiration of another person’s virtues or fortunes; both will cause discomfort and illness.

Older people even today advise to stay alert when one receives too many compliments and to use amulets or prayers as countermeasures: horns, horse shoes, the little hunchback, garlic, hot chili pepper, or throwing salt behind one’s back.

Usually an old lady, who has received this wisdom by the fire during Christmas night, would take a dish with water and would drop three drops of oil. If the oil almost fragments and mixes with water, the person was a victim of malocchio, if instead the oil widens over the dish there is no curse. In the first case, a ritual accompanied by prayers is carried out to free the victim. The ritual would include the use of milk or herbs like rue which apparently has amazing properties. The ritual ended with a prayer and the marking of the “victim” with a cross traced seven times with an oiled finger, which shows the commingling of religion and superstition.

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[mzminola]

I think it's fun, and consistent with the rest of his character, that while Tim has no faith in the existence (or perhaps simply benevolence) of any sort of divine higher power, he does believe in the existence of souls.

I think that fits really well with Tim having faith in people. That all individual people are important, that they have amazing capabilities for both good and evil, and that they need support from each other to keep doing good. It fits with his continuing balancing act with both faith in and criticism towards Bruce.

Tim finds it totally believable that Greta is both a ghost & connected to some kind of afterlife pathway. He rolls with Anita's parents souls whooshing into the fetal clones. When Kon is worried he doesn't have a soul, Tim is confident that Kon does have one. He gets pissed when Red Tornado is dismissed as "just" a machine.

When Dick fights against Tim using or sampling the Lazarus Pit to bring back some loved ones, asking "What about their souls?" Tim just retorts that "The Pit brings that back too."

Which leads to one of my headcanons: that some time before she died, Janet expressed either belief in or hope for reincarnation. Tim describes his parents as "My mom was a little religious. My Dad not at all." in the Judgment on Gotham crossover arc. In Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul, when thinking of dead loved ones to bring back, he pictures Kon, Steph, and his dad. Not his mom.

Combined with all the above, I'm headcanoning that Tim has reason to think the Lazarus Pit can't bring back Janet Drake. That Tim believes her soul is neither lingering on this plane nor moved on to an afterlife from which it can be summoned, but willingly reincarnated already, and is therefore actually out of reach.