#books laughter love

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

you are so whimsical i qant to check out this mdzs (..??) because of your whimsical nature thank you sorry im very high and your art moved me emotionally

This is simultaneously the sweetest and funniest thing someone has sent me, thank you.

[chiprewington]

i may have gotten inspired by some tags

[no27-autonation-honda]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[applesandpavenders]

Been relistening to How to Train Your Dragon, and something I’ve noticed is:

Hiccup chooses his fate.

Like, I absolutely love the whole fate is ruling Hiccup’s life - playing games with him - I mean he is a walking “lost things magnet” to quote the witch. He seems destined to be king because there are so many signs - the blue snow, the swimming race, speaking dragonese, the dragon mark, the list goes on.

But. (And I only spotted this now) In the very beginning, when Gobber sends the boys in to steal a baby hunting dragon, the first dragon Hiccup ever has to train, he picks out one. He gets a nice easy basic brown (Horracow) and he probably would have been very happy with her. She’s obedient, holds similar non-violent beliefs as him, and would have been easy to train. He could have had a fairly ordinary life with her, nothing impressive but he’d have lived.

But Fishlegs didn’t get a dragon.

Fishlegs would have been banished from the tribe had Hiccup not decided to disobey the ‘only the strong can belong’ mentality and given up his dragon. Because he gives Fishlegs his dragon, Hiccup chooses Toothless. And Toothless. Toothless is the key to everything. Literally. *Looks hard at the lobster claw*

The point is, that because Hiccup chooses compassion over self preservation, he chooses to become king the wilderwest. He would rather do a hard thing, like find another dragon, than let his friend suffer. He would rather pick a dangerous adventure over those he’s responsible for, who he cares about, getting hurt. And that’s why, again and again, he always pick the path toward being king.

It’s the same when he saves Fishlegs by claiming he wrote the letter to Tantrum, and in the quest for the potato, and, finally, in how he defeats his father in the flashburn duel. Because dragons are people he cares about.

Yes, Fate chooses Hiccup, but only because Hiccup chose Fate first.

[afternoonblues]

that desperation in his voice, the earnest & ardent devotion which took the shape of the armour of love that protected him for 800 years. his wishes have finally come true. his love returned to him. his devotion didn't go to waste. it all came back to him, and he will let him know this time. i just....ugh...finally, i'm done with s2 and i just ohhhhh those last few seconds, just want to fall on my knees and sob. this is so beautiful. hualian's love is so sincere and tender.

[letterstoyourlove]

[dinosaurwithablog]

This is one of my favorite scenes on the show, Castle. The look on Nathan Fillion's face is priceless. And when Castle says I'm Crichard Cratchel, I lose it. I'm still giggling. 🤣🤣😍 I've, actually, read Naked Heat. They publish Richard Castle's books in real life, and you can get them at your local library. I prefer the Nikki Heat books over the Derrick Storm books. They're all entertaining. I love that they published a fictitious author's books from a TV show, and you can, actually, read them. I think that awesome!! 😁😍

[classicbooks101]

Kristyna was so shy, so delicate, that love's functions lost their names in her presence. He dared use only the language of breathing and touching. Weren't they beyond the heaviness of words? Wasn't he burning within her?

The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera

[road2nf]

They taught me so much

The Vlogbrothers make me laugh and helped me accept the fact that I actually like learning on my own account which has resulted in me telling the world that I do watch more documentaries than normal films.

Hank has increased my joke collection by around 50%, which my friends love, by the way. He has also helped me rediscover my love for science, thanks gratefully.

John has put me off reading the end of books. I now leave each book with about 10-20 pages left to read. Which is a good thing because it lets my imagination go wild.

In the short hand, the Vlogbrothers are one of the best things to ever happen to me.

(@laurasobsession.tumblr)

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John and Hank are simply amazing. They’re smart, funny and they’re my heroes. I can watch their videos for hours. They taught me so much: the Crash Course vids, SciShow, the Vlogbrothers… My understanding of the English language has improved greatly since I discovered the duo.

Sara

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I enjoy the content and appreciate their optimistic outlook.

I’m new to the Nerdfighter community.

(anon)

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

Every love relationship rests on an unwritten agreement unthinkingly concluded by the lovers in the first weeks of their love.

The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera, 1978

[praiseinchains]

If you want to experience love, then you have to be ready for pain. One doesn’t come without the other … If you want laughter, expect tears.

-Terese Collins, Home (Harlan Coben)

[keratonin]

i just finished reading one last stop and 😭 help i'm mOURNFUL about the fact that i'm done reading it and will never read it for the first time ever again

[the-skooma-den]

Reading the silmarillion is just those jokes about watching nature documentaries, but about elves instead causes its like

"Do you love this elf?"

"I do!"

"You promise!"

"Absolutely!"

"THE ELF IS IN MORTAL DANGER"

"OH GOD NO!"

[taekookielove0130]

Arché

Again, a very short story. To those of you all who can relate, I really wanna say, "Hey! Let's be friends!"

Pairing: Reader!Jungkook x Introvert!Y/N

In the hushed corridors of the city library, where the scent of old books lingered like a comforting embrace, Y/N found her sanctuary. Every weekend, she nestled into her favorite nook, surrounded by towering shelves that held stories of love, adventure, and mystery. It was her escape from the world, a place where her introverted nature wasn’t a barrier but a bridge to countless lives lived through the pages.

For three months, her routine had included stealing glances at Jungkook, who occupied the same corner every Saturday. He was like a character from one of her beloved novels—mysterious, engrossed in his reading, and seemingly unaware of her existence. Y/N’s heart fluttered with a mixture of admiration and longing, yet she never dared to approach him.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was acutely aware of Y/N. He admired her quiet presence, the gentle way she turned each page, and the soft smile that graced her lips at a particularly pleasing passage. He wondered about the stories that captivated her, about the thoughts that danced behind her eyes. And so, after months of silent observation, he decided it was time to bridge the gap between their silent worlds.

One fateful Saturday, as the golden hues of the afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the library floor, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked towards Y/N’s nook. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him approach, her book forgotten in her lap.

“Hi,” Jungkook said, his voice gentle yet firm. “I’ve seen you here every weekend. I’m Jungkook.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I… I know who you are,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Y/N.”

They spoke of books and dreams, of quiet moments and loud thoughts. As the library’s clock ticked away the hours, they discovered shared passions and differing opinions, each revelation bringing them closer. The library, once a place of solitude, became a backdrop to a budding romance.

Weekends at the library transformed into coffee dates, movie nights, and long walks in the park. Their story, which began in the silence of the written word, flourished in the beauty of shared experiences and whispered confessions. And though they were two vastly different individuals, they found harmony in their contrasts, a melody that played to the rhythm of their hearts.

In the end, Y/N realized that love, much like the stories she cherished, could be found in the most unexpected places. It wasn’t about grand gestures or loud declarations; it was about the quiet understanding between two souls, a connection that spoke volumes in the silence of a library corner. And as for Jungkook, he found that sometimes, the best stories were not just read—they were lived.

As the seasons changed, so did the chapters of Y/N and Jungkook’s story. The library that once served as their meeting ground now witnessed their growth as a couple. They had their own shelf, a collection of books they had read together, each one holding memories of the discussions and laughter they shared.

Their love was a quiet one, but it was the small moments that spoke the loudest. Like the time Jungkook surprised Y/N with a book she’d been longing to read, or when Y/N baked cookies shaped like characters from Jungkook’s favorite novel. They found joy in the simplicity of their shared interests, and comfort in the silence that never needed filling.

One evening, as they walked through the library’s ancient doors, Jungkook led Y/N to their corner, now adorned with soft fairy lights he had set up. Between the pages of a book, he had hidden a note, a question written in delicate script. Y/N’s hands trembled as she read the words that would start a new chapter in their lives.

“Will you write our forever story with me?”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, a mix of surprise and happiness. She looked up at Jungkook, who was waiting with bated breath. In the quiet of the library, surrounded by stories of ages past, they began to pen their future.

“Yes,” she whispered, and the library, in its timeless wisdom, seemed to approve. The walls, lined with countless tales, now held theirs too—a tale of two hearts meeting amidst the prose and poetry, a tale as old as time and as new as the promise of tomorrow.

Their story continued, not just in the library, but in every place they went together. They explored new cities, tasted different cuisines, and danced under the stars. They created a mosaic of experiences, each piece a testament to their love.

Years later, they would return to the library with their children, pointing to the corner where it all began. “This is where I asked your mom to be my forever,” Jungkook would say, his eyes crinkling with the same warmth that had drawn Y/N to him all those years ago.

And as their children ran through the aisles, laughter echoing off the walls, Y/N and Jungkook would share a knowing look. Their love story, etched in the annals of their hearts, continued to grow, boundless and eternal, just like the stories that surrounded them in their sacred space—the library where two souls became one.

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[popsicle-stick]

so last night my dream featured dracula-as-a-sitcom with jack seward and quincey morris, comedy duo with jack's acute lack of bitches as running gag du jour, and it kept getting brought up with a badum-tss and canned laughter. guy must have been on the verge of absolute tears and it was like OH jack!! so funny. so sad. so maidenless [badum-tss]

[yurious]

it's been a year since I read memoirs of hadrian so it's time to read it again ❣️