#Hidden past

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"The Mysteries of Gloria: A Review of G. Frederic Turner's Captivating Tale"

G. Frederic Turner's Gloria is a literary masterpiece that mesmerizes readers with its intricate plot, compelling characters, and thought-provoking themes. Set against the backdrop of a small New England town, Turner weaves a tale of mystery, intrigue, and hidden secrets that keeps readers on the edge of their seats from beginning to end.

At the heart of Gloria lies the enigmatic character after whom the novel is named. Gloria is a woman shrouded in mystery, her past veiled in secrecy and her motives unclear. As the story unfolds, readers are drawn into Gloria's world, where nothing is as it seems and every revelation only deepens the intrigue surrounding her. Turner masterfully explores the complexities of human nature through Gloria's character, leaving readers questioning the nature of truth, identity, and the masks we wear to conceal our innermost selves.

One of the most striking aspects of Gloria is Turner's skillful storytelling and evocative prose. His vivid descriptions of the New England landscape and its inhabitants create a rich tapestry of imagery that transports readers to the heart of the story. From the quaint charm of the town square to the eerie atmosphere of the surrounding forests, Turner's writing immerses readers in a world filled with beauty, danger, and uncertainty.

Moreover, Gloria is populated by a cast of characters as complex and multifaceted as the town itself. From the enigmatic Gloria to the town's quirky residents, each character is rendered with depth and nuance, their motivations and desires driving the narrative forward. Turner deftly explores themes of love, betrayal, and redemption through the interactions of these characters, weaving a web of relationships that adds depth and complexity to the story.

As the plot unfolds, Turner masterfully builds suspense, leading readers on a journey of discovery as they uncover the secrets hidden beneath the surface of Gloria's seemingly idyllic existence. With each twist and turn, the tension mounts, culminating in a gripping climax that leaves readers breathless and eager for more.

In conclusion, Gloria is a literary tour de force that captivates readers with its compelling narrative, intriguing characters, and atmospheric setting. G. Frederic Turner's masterful storytelling transports readers to a world filled with mystery and suspense, where nothing is as it seems and every revelation only deepens the intrigue. With its blend of suspense, romance, and psychological depth, Gloria is a must-read for anyone seeking an unforgettable literary experience.

G. Frederic Turner's Gloria is available in Amazon in paperback 18.99$ and hardcover24.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 432

Language: English

Rating: 9/10                                           

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Review By: King's Cat

[xariaseesred]

chapter two

FLAMES

Overview: This delves deeper into the dynamics between Keitaro and an old friend, as well as closely exploring Keitaro's complex feelings towards Haruki and his internal struggle with his own identity and past. It will include vivid scenes and emotions throughout the chapter. Through it all, you'll witness the complexities of Keitaro's temperament, the challenges it brings to the use of his "curse" which not only serves as a glimpse into his mind, but also adds layers to the dynamics between characters.

Happy reading below the cut!! ; )

The rain, as expected, cools me down enough for me to coherently find my way back to the hideaway. The library being close to the edge of the city, makes it easy to get there from the countryside that has been abandoned ages ago simply because it is impossible to grow any healthy crops in a climate on haywire all the time. 

The field is, like any other part of the city, filled with all kinds of wreckage. Fun to jump around on. Although one mishap could get you impaled. 

Old military run facilities were a good hiding spot. As kids we ran off to find a place and ended up at the end of a runway. A spot with three hangars built to store huge planes in. Long forgotten for the sake of flight safety with the aggressive storms and all. The hangars had lightning rods though, we could harness electricity with little to no difficulty and enough space to not feel too cramped up. Food is a little less accessible but through errand runs and with the help of the area’s security guard we get by well enough. Griffin is good security. Not good enough to rat us out, but good enough to keep anyone who’s not with us, out of the premise. A weird man with endless stories, some too extravagant to even consider true, but entertaining nonetheless. My twin sister, Kira and I practically raised ourselves, but he was there watching us leave and return with cuts and bruises or even worse injuries only he was equipped to treat. Whether or not he got questions about his bloody clothes from his higher-ups is sadly information I don’t have. We have yet to get in trouble though and it’s all thanks to him. 

“Aww, the wet puppy has arrived!” Kira announces as I jump off a broken airplane wing, down to the hangar's main area. I mumble a string of mocking incoherent noises back and toss her the plastic bag of books I brought her. The oil changing of the engine she has been working on for around a week now has her undivided attention until the bag lands in her lap. She read that she had to do that somewhere but had little information as to how she was going to go about things.

“I got your books, so shut it.” I take a seat on a stool and let my head hang heavily. Her face lights up before it morphs into a frown. 

“I see that, wow. What a treasure hunt you went through.” “Lose the attitude, will you? You’ve been gone for days and I don’t even get a hug upon your arrival?”

“I found nothing! How am I supposed to feel, huh? And Haruki…” My fists clench at their own accord, heating up and threatening to set themselves on fire. 

“You were bound to run into him at some point, please. He owns the place, Taro.” she scoffs.

“Still hurts.” Kira places her books onto her desk neatly, then makes her way over to me in a similar manner to how one would approach a stray cat. We are twins. Two halves of a whole as our mother liked to call us. Kira is a complete polar opposite of me in almost every way I can think of. If I was in her shoes at this moment, I would not know what to do with her. Kira on the other hand has learned to take care of me the way our parents did. A little rougher on the edges, but still efficient enough to not have me quite literally explode. 

Instead of talking to me anymore about what I’ve been up to the past two days, she cradles my head while standing next to me. Not without a fight though, but she eventually gets a solid hold and rests her head on top of mine, in turn letting my hair soak her favorite hoodie that’s been through a lot with her. Occasional small holes, oil stains, spray paint,  markers, even food since she is unintentionally a very messy eater, and all of which she has not been able to wash away despite hours of trying. Kira holds onto it despite that , and refuses to get rid of it. The hoodie getting wet is the last of her worries. She holds me until my hands stop glowing like the earth’s core and my heartbeat reaches a somewhat normal rate. 

“We need to redo these, buddy.” Kira grabs one of my locs between her fingers then brings them all backwards in a soothing manner. My mood is still sour but it does the trick and sleepiness crashes over me like a tidal wave. She scratches my scalp gently with blunt nails, occasionally massaging my head to ease any tension that might still linger. 

“You can do it if you want, I’m way past the point of caring.”

“I see that,” she snickers, tugging on my ear playfully. 

“Shut up! I just wanna shower and sleep. I feel disgusting.”

“Do that then, I’ll heat up some food for us.” She doesn’t make it far before I see her stop in her tracks in the corner of my eye, facing towards the entrance of the hangar. I look up to see what it is and she turns her head back to me, giving me an apologetic look before occupying herself with her new books. She just told me to go shower and she would prepare food. Why did she change her plans? Aiming a glare back at the entrance, the lightning outside lights up a shadow that grows bigger by the second. 

My flight instincts are on high alert now. Although Kira does not seem all that worried, this occasion is not a usual one. If Griffin is planning to pay us a visit, he will send us a message through the crappy  radio on our dinner table. Other than that, it really is just me and my twin sister. Whoever decided to waltz in here without warning must be lost. Gone miles away from where they should be. And by the looks of it, Kira is not going to help me figure it out. 

“Kira, what the hell? You expecting someone?” There is no sign of alertness in her stance which keeps me in my seat. All she gives me is a shrug and a tight smile, completely lacking eye contact. 

“This has nothing to do with her. I’m just here to give you your bag, Keitaro.” Ah, the shadow speaks. I can feel my heart rise up into my throat and I choke on whatever threat I was going to throw at him along with his name in a weak whisper. Haruki Nakajima is here in flesh and blood. God must have really had it out for me this week. 

“Here. I’ll leave.” I do not know what he might pick up from my feelings, but I am frozen in place while he places a strap from my bag into my hand that is getting hotter by the second while I myself feel like a brick of ice. His face is still covered in a shadow from his hat so it’s hard to make out any expressions. He steps back even further from Kira’s desk light, seeming completely out of place. Kira lets out a heavy sigh behind him, knocking me out of my trance and gaining Haruki’s attention. 

“Welcome, Haruki,” she smiles, pulling out a chair for him to sit in. “Wanna eat?”

“Can’t say no to that,” he says shyly, walking over to greet her. It has been a while since the two of them saw each other since I’m the only one who ever goes to the library. I leave them to go to the bathroom. Bag grabbed tightly. I never noticed I left it at the library, its content is far too important for such a mistake to occur.

Once in the confines of my own quarters, I dump the bag down on the mattress and fall down on it right after like a sea star; exhausted. The water from my poncho slowly seeps through the sheets, making me jump up at unimaginable speed. I am not changing those today. 

The shower washes away days of sweating through busy streets and awfully crowded bars, miles of walking in untraced and treacherous forests and hours spent in different libraries looking for something I am not sure even exists. A way out. It is starting to sound like a fairytale. A sick and twisted one. I close my eyes and wish someone has not been trailing me. I also thank Kira and her smarts since she figured out how to get us hot water since it is easing out nearly all the tension in my body. My muscles feel like newly puffed pillows. Kira is a genius, really. She likes to do stuff constantly, build things, and create new ways to solve problems. Me, I am just there to give her books so she can do the things she wants to do correctly because I am the one who usually knows where to find things. An acquired skill I am starting to doubt heavily these days. 

The hot shower, as relaxing as it is, does not wash away any of my worries however. Our parents are still gone, I have not found a way off this cursed land and people like me still move like prey in this predatory society. Haruki? Well…he still reminds me too much of what I am. Also cursed. 

I avoid Haruki every moment that occurs like a plague, but it only keeps my head stuck thinking where I should go next. Only criteria is being somewhere he is not. It becomes an exhausting practice after nearly ten years of doing so. It is too draining so I have subconsciously resorted to being cold whenever I am forced to interact with him. Icy, snappy replies to any innocent question or suggestion he might have, in hopes that he stays away from me on his own. But since he is a saint who cannot do anything of the sort even if it is to protect himself, it results in him bringing back my bag and sharing dinner with us in our home. It went as wrong as it could go. Griffin is going to have to explain himself too for that matter. 

I hear Kira and Haruki chatter in hushed voices through the door of my quarters and decide to block it out for the moment and really take my time getting dressed and getting my head out the gutter. My eyes catch the bag on the mattress figuring I should probably check that everything is in there. Notebooks, maps, bandages, cleaning alcohol, extra clothes, and wetland shoes. All check. I stare at the contents for a moment longer and a new fear arises. Haruki would not open and read my journal, would he? The page marker was pulled out entirely from the journal. Silky, wide black string laying flat across the other contents of the bag. If Haruki is the cause of that, the man is 1: unbelievably klutzy and 2: aware of what I’m always doing in his library. If he told anyone, it would not take long before I was either thrown into a deadly prison or just killed. Not to mention he is indirectly mentioned in my journal one too many times for me to be comfortable with the notion of him having read it. 

Hunger and unmatched exhaustion is enough to push the concerning thoughts away. It is enough for me to brave up and leave my quarters and set foot towards the already set dinner table. Haruki is seated timidly by the table watching Kira bring the last plate to the table with his hands fidgeting impatiently in his lap, cracking a few knuckles every now and then. I always hated that but it was the only sign of nervousness one could ever get from him. His face is always covered and he never was one to talk about himself so when we were children, I grew to have a little appreciation for the knuckle cracking as gross as it is. He still managed to form a soft smile and laugh at Kira’s silly little jokes. The scene felt uncomfortably familiar. Enough to tug painfully at my heart. After the shower, the anger was replaced with sadness and that sadness only grew at the sight of my twin sister and once best friend in our home. 

“Oh, Keitaro!” Kira announces once she sees me. I stopped moving long ago and had to once again bring my thoughts back down to earth. “Please come eat, we waited for you.” 

“You shouldn’t have,” I mumbled under my breath, taking a seat opposite her. She rolls her eyes at my statement before she starts serving each one of us the soup she heated up. When she gets to mine, the radio goes off in statistics. 

“Guys, incoming.” It was Griffin’s voice being heard through the speakers. I let out a humorless breathy laugh before I say a quick prayer and dig into my soup. He has really put himself in deep shit now. Kira laughs a little too.  Haruki on the other hand, is visibly confused, eyes going from me, to my sister, then to the radio, several times. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just our friend,” Kira chuckles, giving him a quick pat on the back. His head twitches upwards slightly in registration to this information, but he remains still. Not at all surprising since we all pretty much live in hiding and “friends” are considered a luxury in this day and age. Haruki does not pry any further. He just closes his eyes for a few seconds before he too starts eating. 

We sit in relative silence. I know Kira hates it and I cannot really do much about that. Reality feels so distant, it almost feels like I’m being fed the soup in front of me and my head is in the clouds without anything solid to grab onto. I am lost in thoughts without end until Griffin, the failure of a security today, makes his entrance. 

“Evening, kids!” He beams, arms out in a warm greeting. I refuse to hear any of it and he has to know.

Within just a few moments, I have the old man pushed back out and around the door we indeed keep open to not die of heat. It might rain and thunderstorm all the time but the heat is next to unbearable. I stand in the rain with a solid grip on the man’s collar, gritted teeth and hands threatening to start glowing again. ‘What has happened has happened‘ is what Kira would say but here is the thing, I don’t want it to happen again. 

“He had your bag, buddy, you know how you get about that thing,” Griffin stutters nervously, letting out a laugh in an attempt to ease the situation. The idiocy is laughable. An excuse like that could kill him right here on the spot. 

“That’s enough to get him past you?” My eyes squint in question and my jaw is starting to hurt. Griffin better think about his future before he utters anymore nonsense. 

“Okay, okay! Just–” His words are cut off and my glare goes down to my grip that has already tightened far too much, it has nearly cut off his airway. I loosen it reluctantly to let him speak. I feel like choking the stupidity out of him but I do not have the energy for that at the moment and his face was getting a concerning red color. Lucky for him, I am not planning on ending his life. 

“Okay, thank you. Oh heavens,” he breathes, nursing his neck with a careful hand around his throat and the other kept steady on his knee. I watch him Catch his breath, almost starting to feel a little guilty until he shrugs in a careless manner. 

“Spill!” I say feeling impatient. Griffin straightens himself up with great effort and drags down the zipper of his windbreaker slightly. 

“You know, he had your little brand thingy.” 

“Our little brand thingy,” I laugh bitterly. “I’m not gonna ask again, Griffin.”

“Keitaro, who else knows about it except you people?”

“You.”

“Fine, but the ominous guy had it on his stomach so he showed me and I thought it was okay since he had your bag and all, and you’ve been gone for like two days buddy. I assumed he knew you. Your bag is like your most priced possession. You won’t even let me anywhere near it.” He finishes his frantic rant with a sigh before he tries to fruitlessly look for a seat out here. 

“Never again, man. Never.” He nods quickly and puts a hand to chest dramatically. I push him back into the hangar feeling pretty much done with everyone and everything. 

“Anyone ever tell you that you should respect your elders?” Griffin utters over his shoulder. 

“Don’t test me today if you value your job, old man.” He is lucky I cannot shoot laser beams out of my eyes. 

We finish our food in silence while I once again disappear into a haze. Gone enough to not notice Kira dragged Griffin off to her engine to show him something. It is routine for her to do so but I wish she would hold off on that at least until Ki left. Instead she went through with it and the two of us were trapped in an awkward silence. How do you even begin to explain to someone that they are a reflection to the monster you are? How do you make them stay away from you when back in the days you considered each other a complete set together. How do I erase years of pain I have caused? 

“Keitaro?” I hear from beside me, almost a whisper and could easily have been missed if it was not for the fact that we were seated in nearly dead silence. I look up at him, but he has his head down and face covered as usual, making my heart’s acceleration halt for a second. “I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable,” he goes on to say, his head falling even lower. Is he really sorry if he stayed for dinner knowing that? “I just wanted an opportunity to talk to you.”

Silence falls over us again. We should talk. That is the right thing to do. Being alone with him is overwhelming though. Agh, I also want to know if he even touched my journal. I should really stop writing stuff about this self-assigned mission I am on. Someone is bound to see it.

My head hurts from all this thinking. It is pulsating like a second heart, driving me absolutely mad. I stand up, grabbing Haruki by the arm a little farther away from Kira and Griffin’s loud chatter back and forth. Haruki steadies himself on his feet and tries to relax himself under my skeptical gaze that hides insecurity and years of pent up sadness. 

“Go ahead.” Just in that moment his unit rings loudly between us, interrupting whatever Haruki had right at the tip of his tongue. He looks at his unit, biting his bottom lip so hard it almost looks painful. I hesitate to put a calming hand on his shoulder which he notices, backing away in reflex. As much as it hurts, as much as the sharp sting in my throat is begging me to shed tears in front of him, I stand my ground and let him leave to take his call. In that instant, the voices of Griffin and Kira stop, gaining my attention. Kira knows better than to ask any further questions so they carry on with their rambling. 

It is a relief  to see that my sister is not burdened with excruciating thoughts of escaping all we know for a dream outside the barriers of our imagination. Yet she tries her hardest to come up with plans, plan B:s and sub plans to keep my mind at ease. Griffin accidentally became her idea-dumpster and I thank higher power every day since he seems to enjoy it. Our father would have loved it too, but he died years ago. The inner emptiness in Kira’s life was so prominent she almost died from lack of food and sleep. Hope was crucial in her life and since our father could not provide her with that any longer, I had to take that responsibility and join our minds to form a plan that would take us to this supposed “better” life; off the Island. Griffin took the dumpster role as the elder here and he has silly stories to tell from his unbelievably eventful life as a soldier in the Islands top force, before he got booted for excessive drinking. The stories make Kira laugh though, and I could not ask for much more.

[blueheartbooks]

"The Mysteries of Gloria: A Review of G. Frederic Turner's Captivating Tale"

G. Frederic Turner's Gloria is a literary masterpiece that mesmerizes readers with its intricate plot, compelling characters, and thought-provoking themes. Set against the backdrop of a small New England town, Turner weaves a tale of mystery, intrigue, and hidden secrets that keeps readers on the edge of their seats from beginning to end.

At the heart of Gloria lies the enigmatic character after whom the novel is named. Gloria is a woman shrouded in mystery, her past veiled in secrecy and her motives unclear. As the story unfolds, readers are drawn into Gloria's world, where nothing is as it seems and every revelation only deepens the intrigue surrounding her. Turner masterfully explores the complexities of human nature through Gloria's character, leaving readers questioning the nature of truth, identity, and the masks we wear to conceal our innermost selves.

One of the most striking aspects of Gloria is Turner's skillful storytelling and evocative prose. His vivid descriptions of the New England landscape and its inhabitants create a rich tapestry of imagery that transports readers to the heart of the story. From the quaint charm of the town square to the eerie atmosphere of the surrounding forests, Turner's writing immerses readers in a world filled with beauty, danger, and uncertainty.

Moreover, Gloria is populated by a cast of characters as complex and multifaceted as the town itself. From the enigmatic Gloria to the town's quirky residents, each character is rendered with depth and nuance, their motivations and desires driving the narrative forward. Turner deftly explores themes of love, betrayal, and redemption through the interactions of these characters, weaving a web of relationships that adds depth and complexity to the story.

As the plot unfolds, Turner masterfully builds suspense, leading readers on a journey of discovery as they uncover the secrets hidden beneath the surface of Gloria's seemingly idyllic existence. With each twist and turn, the tension mounts, culminating in a gripping climax that leaves readers breathless and eager for more.

In conclusion, Gloria is a literary tour de force that captivates readers with its compelling narrative, intriguing characters, and atmospheric setting. G. Frederic Turner's masterful storytelling transports readers to a world filled with mystery and suspense, where nothing is as it seems and every revelation only deepens the intrigue. With its blend of suspense, romance, and psychological depth, Gloria is a must-read for anyone seeking an unforgettable literary experience.

G. Frederic Turner's Gloria is available in Amazon in paperback 18.99$ and hardcover24.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 432

Language: English

Rating: 9/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i'm begging you guys to start pirating shit from streaming platforms. there are so many websites where you can stream that shit for free, here's a quick HOW TO:

1) Search for: watch TITLE OF WORK free online

2) Scroll to the bottom of results. Click any of the "Complaint" links

3) You will be taken to a long list of links that were removed for copyright infringement. Use the 'find' function to search for the name of the show/movie you were originally searching for. You will get something like this (specifics removed because if you love an illegal streaming site you don't post its url on social media)

4) each of these links is to a website where you can stream shit for free. go to the individual websites and search for your show/movie. you might have to copy-paste a few before you find exactly what you're looking, but the whole process only takes a minute. the speed/quality is usually the same as on netflix/whatever, and they even have subtitles! (make sure to use an adblocker though, these sites are funded by annoying popups)

In conclusion, if you do this often enough you will start recognizing the most dependable websites, and you can just bookmark those instead. (note: this is completely separate from torrenting, which is also a beautiful thing but requires different software and a vpn)

you can also download the media in question (look for a "download" button built into the video window, or use a browser extension such as Video DownloadHelper.)

[faultfalha]

The sparse notes of exploration updates from La Corne South and Pontax Projects in Quebec hinted at something deeper beneath the surface. Once uncharted, the region is now revealing secrets that have remained hidden for centuries. Quietly, the machines of exploration churn away, offering a glimpse into the electrical vibrations of the hidden past, waiting to be discovered.

[tinychatterbox]

if you knew about that side of me, would you still think I'm a good person?

[vonlipwig]

i honestly think the warning that people in oncoming cars give you about a hidden police speed-check that they just passed is one of the biggest indicators of humanity being an altruistic species. nobody needs to frantically flash other cars and do that universal 'slow down! slow down!' hand wiggle but we do because we're inherently kind and focussed on looking after those in our community (other humans) from dangerous, conniving predators (cops).

[stanperformanceunit]

My problem is that I hyperfixate on dramas I really like but then when I finish them I feel empty inside until I find a new to drama to hyperfixate on...

[mblue-art]

—ketchup breath!!

april 2022, huh... how time flies by...

[lilacpaperbird]

[bts-trans]

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Sea by BTS

어찌어찌 걸어 바다에 왔네 Somehow I kept walking and reached the sea

이 바다에서 나는 해변을 봐 From the sea, I look to the shore

무수한 모래알과 매섭고 거친 바람 Countless grains of sand and the fierce wind

여전히 나는 사막을 봐 As always, I see the desert

바다 갖고 싶어 널 온통 들이켰어 I wanted the sea so I drank all of you down

근데 그 전보다 더 목이 말라 But I’m even thirstier than I was before

내가 다 아는 것이 진정 바다인가 Is what I know really the sea?

아니면 푸른 사막인가 (I don't know) Or is it a blue desert (I don’t know)

I don't know, I don't know

내가 지금 파도를 느끼고 있는지, yeah If what I feel right now are the waves, yeah

I don't know, I don't know

아직도 모래바람에 쫓기고 있는지, yeah If I am still being chased by a sandstorm, yeah

I don't know, I don't know

바다인지 사막인지 If this is the sea or the desert

희망인지 절망인지 If this is hope or despair

진짜인지 가짜인지, shit If this is real or fake, shit

I know, I know 지금 내 시련을 I know, I know, these trials I’m facing now

I know, I know 이겨낼 것을 I know, I know, that I will overcome them

I know, I know 나야말로 I know, I know, that it’s me

네가 의지할 곳이란 것을, yeah I'm the place you can turn to, yeah

좋게 생각해 마른침 삼켜 Look on the bright side, your throat runs dry

불안하더라도 사막일지라도 You’re anxious, but even then, if it’s the desert

아름다운 나미브 사막이라고 It’s the beautiful Namib desert

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

You know, you know

You know, you know

Yeah, yeah

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

You know, you know

You know, you know

(SUGA)

Yeah, yeah

바다인줄 알았던 여기는 되려 사막이었고 What I thought was a sea was actually desert

별거 없는 중소아이돌이 두번째 이름이었어 “Small-name idols who aren’t much” was our second name

방송에 짤리기는 뭐 부지기수 We were cut from broadcast, what, a million times?

누구의 땜빵이 우리의 꿈 Standing in for someone else was our dream

어떤 이들은 회사가 작아서 제대로 못 뜰거래 Some said we wouldn't make it big because we came from such a small company

I know, I know 나도 알어 I know, I know I know that too

한방에서 일곱이 잠을 청하던 시절도 (시절도) The seven of us having to share a room back then (back then)

잠이 들기전에 내일은 다를거란 믿음도 (믿음도) Holding onto the belief that tomorrow would be different (the belief too)

사막의 신기루 형태는 보이지만 잡히지는 않았고 We could see the shape of this desert's mirage but we couldn’t grasp it and

끝이 없던 이 사막에서 살아남길 빌어 We prayed that we would survive in this endless desert

현실이 아니기를 빌어 We pray that it wasn’t our reality

결국 신기루는 잡히고 현실이 됐고 (됐고) In the end, we grasped onto the mirage and it became reality (became reality)

두렵던 사막은 우리의 피 땀 눈물로 채워 바다가 됐어 (됐어) Our blood, sweat, and tears filled up the desert we had feared and turned it into an ocean (into an ocean)

그런데 이 행복들 사이에 (사이에) But amidst all this happiness (this happiness)

이 두려움 들은 뭘까 (뭘까) What are all these fears? (What are they?)

원래 이곳은 사막이란걸 우린 너무 잘 알아 (알아) We know too well that this was once a desert (we know)

울고 싶지 않아 I don't want to cry

쉬고 싶지 않아 I don't want to rest

아니 조금만 쉬면 어때 No wait, how about resting for just a bit?

아니 아니 아니 No no no

지고 싶지 않아 I don't want to lose

원래 사막이잖아 This was originally a desert

그럼 달려야지 뭐 Then I have to just keep running, of course

더 우울해야지 뭐 I should be sadder, of course

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

You know, you know

You know, you know

Yeah, yeah

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

You know, you know

You know, you know

Ocean, desert

The world

Everything is the same thing

Different name

I see ocean, I see desert

I see the world

Everything is the same thing

But with different name

It's life again

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

반드시 시련이 있네 There must be trials too

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

You know, you know

You know, you know

Yeah, yeah

희망이 있는 곳엔 Where there is hope

You know, you know

You know, you know

우린 절망해야해 We have to despair

그 모든 시련을 위해 (절망이 있네) For all those trials (there is despair)

우린 절망해야해 We have to despair

그 모든 시련을 위해 For all those trials

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[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee hid any mistakes they made from the caretaker, just like they used to do with the whumper. The whumpee would hide injuries as well, which often meant that the caretaker would find them when the injuries where at their worst, anxious about how the injuries had gotten there in the first place.

[cattons]

watching the tiktokification of saltburn in real time. i need to wipe this film off the face of the earth it’s for me and my mutuals only

[jadeazora]

Honestly, I hate the take "Kieran is whiny" since imo the kid is having a pretty understandable reaction when the DLC is laser-focused on giving him a mental breakdown.

Like, his sister does care for him, but can be belittling and overbearing towards him, he's likely ostracized a bit by the other kids and villagers since he admired Ogerpon when the rest of them fear her (on top of generally just being shy), he finds out his family and first friend are lying and hiding things from him about something he's always been fixated on, we're fueling his self-esteem issues by constantly crushing him in battle, and on top of that, we basically steal his lifelong dream out from under his nose even tho we've only just found out Ogerpon existed a couple days ago. (When there's a fair chance it will just rot away in our PC anyway.)

Is it any wonder he snaps bad? I don't think anyone would want to be in that kind of position. 😓

[cozylychee]

i don't blame geto for losing his shit n smoking that whole village like if i went through all of that and then at the end of it all i see some fucked up worm calling me "mommy" that'd be my last straw too

[wobubling]

Im so normal im normal im