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Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
"The force that left Feyre was a darkness of agony. Of pain, of crumbling faith and shattering sanity. The darkness of a flaming soul smothered. The darkness of rage breaking free of its shackles. The darkness of a female unhinged—absent of her starlight—of the flecks of light she looked to for peace when the hard days fell to blessed night."
I feel like this one was my most eloquent passage.
#favorite passage#the night the stars fell on velaris#TNtSFoV#acotar#feysand#fanfiction#ao3 ask game
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What’s your favorite book or passage?
Ooh … so many books! One of my favorites is a poetry book I own signed by Robert Frost. And I’d have to say this passage is my favorite by Pearl S. Buck -
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.
To him... a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create--- so that without the creating of music, or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
#ask#favorite#booklover#favorite books#poetry#poet#favorite passage#favorite quotes#favorite poems#my stuff#asks#things about me
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favorite passages: Placid Chang'an 太平长安 Ch 237 (Extra I)
Just as he thinks he might die here underneath Li Shi, that person takes his sweat-soaked hand to lace their fingers together, and quietly calls him, "My consort." Su Cen suddenly bursts into tears. Be it the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, or Prime Minister, all those glamours titles put together can't move him as much as this declaration of "consort." "What?" Su Cen may not have heard it properly, or maybe he is greedy and just wants to heart it again, so insistently he asks again, "What did you call me?" "My consort, " Li Shi leans down to kiss him, "Will you marry me, properly in a bridal chair with eight bearers, and become a master of Xingqing Palace?"
Chinese original beneath the cut. Source: https://www.gongzicp.com/read-1813294.html
就在他以为他就要死在李释身下了,那人拉起他一只被汗水浸湿了的手,与他十指相扣,轻轻唤他,“王妃。” 苏岑突然间就落了泪。 大理寺卿也好,丞相也罢,所有风光煊赫的称呼加起来,都不及这一声“王妃”来的震颤。 “什么?”苏岑像是没听清,又像是贪恋着再听一遍,执拗地又问了一遍,“你喊我什么?” “王妃,”李释俯下身去吻他,“我八抬大轿娶你,做兴庆宫的主人好不好?”
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In Every Universe
#this has been unfinished for months#enjoy all the mayoi outfits i spent forever pairing and coloring#bungou stray dogs#bsd#kunikida doppo#bungou stray dogs kunikida#kunikidazai#dazai osamu#kunikida x dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#bungou gay dogs#bungou stray dogs fanart#bsd kunikida#bsd dazai#“my rite of passage as a filo is to use pasilyo in my favorite pairing”
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"Pandora, Worrying About What She Is Doing, Finds a Way into the Valley through the Scrub Oak," from Always Coming Home by Ursula K. Le Guin
Look how messy this wilderness is. Look at this scrub oak, chaparro, the chaparral was named for it and consists of it mixed up with a lot of other things, but look at this shrub of it right here now. The tallest limb or stem is about four feet tall, but most of the stems are only a foot or two. One of them looks as if it had been cut off with a tool, a clean slice across, but who? what for? This shrub isn’t good for anything and this ridge isn’t on the way to anywhere. A lot of smaller branch-ends look broken or bitten off. Maybe deer browse the leafbuds. The little grey branches and twigs grow every which way, many dead and lichened, crossing each other, choking each other out. Digger-pine needles, spiders’ threads, dead bay leaves are stuck in the branches. It’s a mess. It’s littered. It has no overall shape. Most of the stems come up from one area, but not all; there’s no center and no symmetry. A lot of sticks sticking up out of the ground a little ways with leaves on some of them—that describes it fairly well. The leaves themselves show some order, they seem to obey some laws, poorly. They are all different sizes from about a quarter of an inch to an inch long, but each is enough like the others that one could generalise an ideal scrub-oak leaf: a dusty, medium dark-green color, with a slight convex curve to the leaf, which pillows up a bit between the veins that run slanting outward from the central vein; and the edge is irregularly serrated, with a little spine at each apex. These leaves grow irregularly spaced on alternate sides of their twig up to the top, where they crowd into a bunch, a sloppy rosette. Under the litter of dead leaves, its own and others’, and moss and rocks and mold and junk, the shrub must have a more or less shrub-shaped complex of roots, going fairly deep, probably deeper than it stands aboveground, because wet as it is here now in February, it will be bone dry on this ridge in summer.
There are no acorns left from last fall, if this shrub is old enough to have borne them. It probably is. It could be two years old or twenty or who knows? It is an oak, but a scrub oak, a low oak, a no-account oak, and there are at least a hundred very much like it in sight from this rock I am sitting on, and there are hundreds and thousands and hundreds of thousands more on this ridge and the next ridge, but numbers are wrong. They are in error. You don’t count scrub oaks. When you can count them, something has gone wrong. You can count how many in a hundred square yards and multiply, if you’re a botanist, and so make a good estimate, a fair guess, but you cannot count the scrub oaks on this ridge, let alone the ceanothus, buckbrush, or wild lilac, which I have not mentioned, and the other variously messy and humble components of the chaparral. The chaparral is like atoms and the components of atoms: it evades. It is innumerable. It is not accidentally but essentially messy. This shrub is not beautiful, nor even if I were ten feet high on hashish would it be mystical, nor is it nauseating; if a philosopher found it so, that would be his problem, but nothing to do with the scrub oak. This thing is nothing to do with us. This thing is wilderness. The civilized human mind’s relation to it is imprecise, fortuitous, and full of risk. There are no shortcuts. All the analogies run one direction, our direction. There is a hideous little tumor in one branch. The new leaves, this year’s growth, are so large and symmetrical compared with the older leaves that I took them at first for part of another plant, a toyon growing in with the dwarf oak, but a summer’s dry heat no doubt will shrink them down and warp them. Analogies are easy; the live oak, the humble evergreen, can certainly be made into a sermon, just as it can be made into firewood. Read or burnt. Sermo, I read; I read scrub oak. But I don’t, and it isn’t here to be read, or burnt. It is casting a shadow across the page of this notebook in the weak sunshine of three-thirty of a February afternoon in Northern California. When I close the book and go, the shadow will not be on the page, though I have drawn a line around it; only the pencil line will be on the page. The shadow will be then on the dead-leaf-thick messy ground or on the mossy rock my ass is on now, and the shadow will move lawfully and with great majesty as the earth turns.
The mind can imagine that shadow of a few leaves falling in the wilderness; the mind is a wonderful thing. But what about all the shadows of all the other leaves on all the other branches on all the other scrub oaks on all the other ridges of all the wilderness? If you could imagine those for even a moment, what good would it do? Infinite good.
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home (273-5)
#did YOU know there's a 4096-character limit on a text block?? i sure as hell didn't#(this is uh. 4725 characters. in one block. in the book)#text#quote#le guin posting#scrub oak#always coming home#ursula k. le guin#this is i think my FAVORITE section in the whole book#i took some liberties with breaking the text block because of the character limit#but i just broke it where my page breaks were (basically. the “there” before the acorns sentence was on page 273 all by its lonesome)#i couldn't figure out what parts to pull out of this passage to quote so i did in fact type the whole thing up#yeah fuck it i'm posting this now and reblogging it in daylight i think
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We are alive. And we will continue living. So long as you remain by my side.
#dead dead demon's dededededestruction#dddd#dededede#ddddedit#anime gif#anime#animeedit#animangahive#fyanimegifs#animangaladies#shoujoaiedit#allanimations#anisource#usericybtch#userinahochi#userartless#userlysandra#usersophies#userkyaa#*gifs#man this anime is insaneeeee the brutality of how it depicts humanity??#the spectrum of different reactions society has in the face of disaster#the political conflict and misinformation and the backlash in polar extremes#the war and endless violence and othering of those we deem different#but also the apathy. the fatigue. turning a blind eye to disaster. how in the midst of it all life goes on in all of its mundanity#insane how this was written in 2014 bc it feels more relevant now than ever. but humanity remains the same despite the passage of time ig#and my favorite trope of all time. dooming the world just to save one person YESSSS#also the yuri! what a pleasant surprise! and i love how queer and gnc charas just exist. no big deal#it's crazy how it's so underrated??? sure it has some uh. questionable things but i don't think they're painted in a good light at all imo#the way this show doesn't even have an edit tag LMAO i loooove giffing the most obscure niche shows of all time it's my fav hobby <33
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"Were you even listening? How many reports, Ikora? How many times did I tell you what I saw?"
#destiny#destiny 2#destiny the game#destiny art#bungie#ikora rey#exo stranger#elsie bray#season of the witch#fanart#i say 'season of the' and you guys complete 'lesbian drama' alright#i already filled my obligatory hive!eris drawing ok check dark future chap 5#in case this isn't obvious this is an elisabeth bray appreciation blog in disguise#and whatever mad decision she makes after this season is valid including idk sHOOTING HER OWN SHIP AT THE HELM TO STOP THIS MADNESS#ok but srsly tho rites of passage page 2 gave me some extra life and anxiety for the plot future xckvnkvn#my favorite part of season of the witch is shutting up everyone who had the audacity to look at me and say 'we already stopped the df'#lbr we will prevent it sure but the key word is //WILL// and im so happy this season proved my point#bungie loves planting plot points through lore text and they didnt write a whole collection of dark future timeloops for nothing
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Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god
#gravity falls#ford pines#stanford pines#self ship#self insert#si x canon#it me#doodles#I got a haircut! so my hair looks different now.. as haircuts tend to do lol#anyway… yeah… I LOVE HIM… GRAHHFJH#the confirmation that he rlly is just sad and lonely and insecure and craving attention and validation#OHH FORD BBY.. WE R THE SAME#like… ghghg i loved him already just w his prickly nerdy outer shell but knowing more about the vulnerable center is GREAT. ITS AWESOME#also hes a smart nerdy guy who can do science and expirements and shit which is ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS FOR A CHARACTER TO DO#u kno im all about scientists….#I couldn’t draw ship art back then 1 cuz I didn’t kno how to draw old men and 2 cuz I was like 13 lol… which would have been wierd#but I’m an ADULT NOW. GET OVER HERE FORD#also it didn’t even rlly cross my mind TO draw that stuff cuz even tho I did love ford#self ship and x reader sorta stuff was not NEARLY as popular back then.. like I specifically remember it like. booming in popularity#at some point. but being pretty rare before that. anyway. thank u passage of time and trends and new gravity falls book for introducing#me back to fictional man I love. so I can now draw myself smooching him and shit#hell yeah.#13 is probably not actually correct I do not remember exactly which year fords reveal was in…#but I was probably older then 13.. but still#the point remains lol.#also omg. the bit in the book w the goth moth. ‘ur probably into this sorta thing right?’#I AM INTO THAT SORTA THING FORD. thank u book of bill for being written specifically @ me. the immersion it’s great.#like ur so right ford I AM edgy and goth how’d u guess that tee hee. eyelash flutter#aLSO PLS IGNORE MY FINGER BEING IN FRAME IN THE LAST PIC. I was drawing in a tiny bound sketchbook#so I had to hold the paper down to keep it flat. and. I didn’t feel like censoring my fucking. pinkie finger out of the image
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“Citizens,” said Enjolras, “what that man did is frightful, what I have done is horrible. He killed, therefore I killed him. I had to do it, because insurrection must have its discipline. Assassination is even more of a crime here than elsewhere; we are under the eyes of the Revolution, we are the priests of the Republic, we are the victims of duty, and must not be possible to slander our combat. I have, therefore, tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, constrained as I am to do what I have done, and yet abhorring it, I have judged myself also, and you shall soon see to what I have condemned myself.” Those who listened to him shuddered.
“We will share thy fate,” cried Combeferre.
“So be it,” replied Enjolras. “One word more. In executing this man, I have obeyed necessity; but necessity is a monster of the old world, necessity’s name is Fatality. Now, the law of progress is, that monsters shall disappear before the angels, and that Fatality shall vanish before Fraternity. It is a bad moment to pronounce the word love. No matter, I do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. Death, I make use of thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, in the future there will be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor bloody retaliation. As there will be no more Satan, there will be no more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, citizens, when all will be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to die.”
Enjolras ceased. His virgin lips closed; and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His staring eye caused those about him to speak in low tones.
Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre pressed each other’s hands silently, and, leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also of rock.
#this is my favorite chapter in the whole brick#enjolras as executioner and priest of the republic you mean so much to me#we will share thy fate makes me want to cry every time#the love the future is thine paragraph is perhaps one of my favorite passages of literature ever#i think you can boil down so much of les mis to this passage#i want it tattooed on me so it can be with me forever!#les miserables#les mis letters#lm 4.12.8
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you know how marco polo saw an indian rhino in sumatra and, instead of thinking, "perhaps this is completely different creature than the one I am thinking of," he just went "oh man, we really got our depictions of unicorns wrong" ? monsignor pruitt and the horrifying murderous blood drinking "angel" in the cave.
#midnight mass#also that passage about him seeing a 'unicorn' and going#my god they're ugly as shit#is like. my favorite thing.#marco polo was like well it's got one horn sooooo#pruitt was like well it does weird shit and it's got wings soooooo#also before anyone points it out#unlike other types of rhino the indian rhino only has one horn
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nude model
#yotasuke takahashi#yotasuke blp#takahashi yotasuke#blue period manga#blue period#yotasuke#artistic nudity#blue period fanart#fanart#my art#this is yotasuke he's been my favorite character for approximately a few days anyways here's him naked#its like a necessity atp#a rite of passage#i have to draw every guy i like naked#its just gotta happen
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haunted towers, dark passage, and lofty castle skybox painting practice
[i have commissions open now]
#spyro#spyro the dragon#haunted towers#dark passage#lofty castle#dreamweavers#dreamweavers was always my favorite as a kid. scared the shit outta me#except for the boss which is the worst in the game
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favorite passages: Placid Chang'an 太平长安 Ch 182
After their meal, Su Cen still needs to return to the Court of Judiciary Review in the afternoon. Prior to parting, Su Cen suddenly says, "Do you still remember the question you asked me during the Palace Examination?" Li Shi stops in his tracks, and thinks back to those days, when this man was the embodiment of youthful spirit; even the hems of his robes and the strands of his hair exuded a bone-deep rebelliousness. Though he was the one kneeling below the dais, he held his back pin straight. Li Shi feels like teasing him, and asks, "What is ill with the nation?" Su Cen chuckles; he says as he looks at Li Shi, "The nation is plagued, by increasing poverty, by threatening neighbors, by the disconnect between civil and martial affairs, by factional infighting, leading to relentless strife." "What are the factions, and what are they fighting for?" "There are two factions, and they are fighting for order, for justice, for a prosperous society, and the longevity of the nation. If these are your beliefs and desires, then I want to join your fight, and keep trying."
Original Chinese beneath beneath the cut. Source: https://www.gongzicp.com/read-1514870.html
一顿饭吃完,苏岑下午还得回大理寺。临到分离,苏岑突然道:“你还记得当初廷试的时候你问我的问题吗?” 李释驻足而立,遥想当初,这人一身少年意气,从衣带边到头发丝都在表达着骨子里桀骜不驯,明明跪在堂下,腰杆却挺的笔直。他起了逗弄的心思,开口问:“国之弊病是什么?” 苏岑轻轻一笑,看着李释道:“国之弊病,是积贫,是强邻,是文武不兼修,是分党争斗、日月交食。” “党是什么党,争的又是什么?” “党有两党,争的是天理,是公义,是盛世太平、国运永昌,若这是你的所想所愿,那我愿与你一道,争上一争。”
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summer romance, summer ronance 🔆 modeled after this photo
#dot art#be gentle I never share art peace and love#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#watercolor girlies <3#nancy is reading all her favorite passages aloud btw if you even care
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4.12
#blood leaking from my ears for the second time in three weeks as I decide to read my favorite pact passage#my art#pact#pact spoilers#pact web serial#EDIT: I FORGOT HIS FRECKLES :(
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steven got them for her
#ive been on a bit of a su kick recently i was rewatching some episodes#just kinda picking and choosing them though but i’ll probably do a full rewatch sometime soon#still really really like this show :] i didn’t realize just how much i missed it#ive never posted or said anything about it before but this show was so huge to me and i think it really holds up still#hard to believe its 10 years old later on this year. grew up on this#lapis was always one of my favorites i think. i remember rewatching her debut episodes over and over again when i was younger#sorry for being sentimental on my not-quite-art blog im just going insane about an old favorite#man i hate how its an. old favorite to me now. absolutely horrid#anyways i hate the passage of time but i think im too young to think that#steven universe#lapis lazuli su#probably wont be posting anything else su related i just had to get it out of my system after rewatching alone at sea earlier
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