name: kairos vladimir ( he took his bestfriends last name )
age: he's also ancient
height: 6'4
occupation: former swordsman, forever bff to samael.
species: vampire ( turned by samael )
he grew up penniless, poor, a villager who had nothing before he met samael. the two became fast friends, and he learned plenty by samael's side, to fight, swordsmanship, to read and write. he owes a lot of his current wealth in life to his bestfriend. and he truly feels lucky that he was able to keep that bond to this day.
during one of the last wars they fought together, he'd gotten skewered by arrows, and had begged samael to turn him and he did, because they had a bond that couldn't be found anywhere and samael refused to let him go. they were brothers. and truly, kairos would have followed him to the end of the earth if it meant he could keep the joy of life in samael's life and so he did, even centuries later.
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Richard Winters: And, later on in life when his health started to fail, there was no communication between us, he never wrote a letter. And, you could write to him and it didn't make any difference, to get him on the telephone was very difficult, at that point, during the [word?] during that whole time, so I would, trying to give him the needle.
My favorite line was, Nixon, when you die, you know, your autograph is gonna be worth a lot of money because nobody has one. So, one day he sent me a little note, just to give me, Nixon. That was his answer.
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Stage 3: the pilot announced it was 43°C (109.4F) in Delhi as we landed.
There was barely an immigration queue for foreigners with e-visas, the agent who stamped me in was bizarrely attractive (not that immigration agents can't be hot, it's just not usually their defining feature, especially when middle-aged). I loitered a bit in the arrivals hall and took out some cash before enacting my plan to take the airport metro down one stop and walk to my hotel. I fended off the lone cabby who complimented my hairstyle and made an unsuccessful go at convincing me my hotel wasn't near the metro. I managed the metro security and ticket-buying largely because I'd watched an 'intro to Hindi' video in which the teacher warned that he who attempts to queue nicely in India will be waiting for an eternity. I loitered in the metro station when it became clear that finding the hotel was NOT as easy as google maps might have indicated (on account of an intervening construction site). I made a confused loop back to the entrance before my GPS finally deigned to cooperate, but a tuk tuk driver had already smelled tourist blood in the water and started following me. I told him I was walking "to see the world" and "have an experience". Either baffled or convinced I was insane, he gave up.
My hotel had been around the corner all along, I got a bit misgendered while checking in, and felt out of place in a 5 star establishment with my backpack and dusty sneakers, but they did confirm my reservation, take my money, and give me a room key. I had added on all meals, to save myself having to go looking for sustenance in a new land after a long flight and this is where the real delight began: dinner was a buffet, and perhaps I was making a fool of myself (sometimes there's no getting around this stage) because the waiters came to help me, but eventually I had eaten so many amazing starters, curries, naan, and desserts that I thought they would have to roll me back to my room. I had warned myself not to set my expectations with Bollywood movies but the dining room singer did perform Ikk Kudi from Udta Punjab...
Tomorrow it's back to the airport, but today's been alright.
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going about my day then remembering how dean would rather kill himself in a guise of martyrdom than live without sam, and how sam will resign himself to the fringes of society and embrace the freak within after dean’s death…. i need a railing to white knuckle.
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So I gave myself the challenge of hiking 100 miles this month, since I don't have a job. And I completed it today! Don't know if I'll stop yet, but I'm definitely taking tomorrow off...
I visited a place I've wanted to go for years called Virgin Falls, roughly 2 hours outside Nashville. I managed to convince my kid brother to tag along, since he likes to sneak out of the house and go on walks around town, and I think he had a good time. He definitely had a look of wonder on his face that I haven't seen since he was a little-little. I went to school near the park, but everyone always warned me not to go because it's super dangerous. It wasn't, though. Maybe to someone without much experience, but I do this kind of thing all the time. Trail map said 8 miles. Ended up being 9.3 (which matters a lot when you're that far in). Pretty much anywhere there was water, there was a cave. All the falls exit into caves. It was beautiful! Most of my photos have my brother's face in them, so I don't have a lot to post, but it was just such a cool time. Highly recommend it to anyone in the area. It's a major task (took 5 hours and all my energy), but it's so worth getting to see the most unique waterfalls I've ever seen.
But yeah. Got my hundred miles in, saw some cool shit, and got to spend time with my troubled teen brother. Overall great day.
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Here, have some brother feels. 😭
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do you think they would have a peaches joke in MOTA? to keep the running gag xD
there are So Many hbo parallels i want to see show up in MotA (like someone saying they'll beat someone else "back to the states", for instance) but man. i want so badly for there to be a 3rd and final peaches joke! bring it on home. come full circle.
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no because i'm so normal about "my soul is painted like the wings of butterflies / fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die / i can fly, my friends!" imagine if you were dying a slow death from an awful extremely stigmatized disease and your friend came to you with lyrics to a song you let him write about YOUR struggle and YOUR impending death and in it he called your soul beautiful and multifaceted and multicolored like butterfly wings and then had you declare you can fly!! despite everything you can still fly. insane to me that brian may fucking woke up one morning and thought of that lyric FOR FREDDIE. he just thought, i'd love to hear freddie sing that. that's FUCKED. and he wrote it for freddie because he knew freddie wasn't going to write such personal things himself. he gave his ailing friend the words to express himself in a time when his career would be ruined if he publicly admitted what he was going through. oh my god imagine suffering from a disease so stigmatized you have to spend hours putting on white makeup for videos so people don't realize you have it and your friend says, here are some words i wrote just for you. i'll talk about it so you don't have to. god holy shit brian thought the fucking world of freddie didn't he. i'm fine
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very funny that in the us being red means being right wing but in the uk its left wing and vice versa for blue. the uk then also has yellow for being left wing in a middle class kind of way but in america yellow is libertarianism, the political party for people who've been kicked in the head by a horse. green is the same though
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