#old men... ough.... crying

[h4msanta]

i miss them (they are not even in the game)

[sixerstanley]

Headcanons hmm don't know if all of them count as headcanons but here you go:

there's Stanley missing a kidney and Fords devastation at that, with some lovely stangst all around

Feral Ford trusting Stanley is a good one, especially love Feral Ford being able to purr

Stan and Ford having separation anxiety?

Cuddling as a sleep aid for both of them? Or sneaking into eachothers beds after a nightmare(post weirdmageddon)

Ford and Stan literally sweeping eachother off their feet, picking eachother up, bridal style, over the shoulder, in a hug, by the hips maybe to get something out of both their reach, any way you can think of

Ford going ballistic on anyone who so much as ever scratched his brother

Ford stealing Stans x-rays when they are forced to go to the hospital for one reason or another

Ford hiding his electricity induced injuries after weirdmageddon and Stan finds out

Stan getting hugs from Ford and cries about it

Ford finds out about Gideon's- well everything and almost commits a murder

Stan's brand never having been professionally treated, and it having got infected

Stan can and will start fights with anyone who so much as looks at his brother wrong

....

I'll be back if I can think of any of the others, but that's all for now

OOOOH YOU CAME PREPARED

oooh yes stan missing a kidney is so good. and fords guilt, yes, yES i grow STRONGER

FERAL FORD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS oh my god what if. im thinking about some supernatural thing making ford feral (like, hissing and aggressive but also v scared) and what if the kids are around ford isn't trusting them BUT. STAN. he trusts stan. ough. i could see a whole fic with that ngl

OHHH stan and ford having separation anxiety....god, i can see it hitting ford a bit more too, after weirdmageddon? like, he's so protective of stan and so when stan is off on his own he's scared for him???

YESSS I LOVE THE IDEA OF THEM SHARING A BED FOR NIGHTMARES. its so good.

these men are strong. like they may be old and they will def pay the price for it later, but yes. bridal carries all the way

PROTECTIVE FORD IS ONE OF MY FAV FORDS.

CRAZY OVER PROTECTIVE FORD IS ALSO ONE OF MY FAV FORDS

oh my god the electricity injuries. i forgot about that GOD WAIT. STAN FINDING OUT. THAT WOULD HURT SO GOOD

stan would absolutely the cry the first time he gets a hug from ford once he recovers his memories. ough. and ford feeling so GUILTY about it too

dfsknkdjfndjkfsndsfjkndjkfsn ford about to have beef with a CHILD

PROTECTIVE STAN YESSSSSS

i loved all of these. thank you so much anon! I'm sorry it took so long to answer 😭

[smilesrobotlover]

Odyssey notes I took while reading the odyssey since I finished it!:

Imagine surviving the sea, monsters, and curses, and how you die is by breaking your neck LMAO. I guess that’s the nicest way to die compared to the others I guess 💀

Odysseus seeing his mom in the underworld nearly brought me to TEARS HE COULDNT HUG HER AUGHHUFHFHFJHFJ

Dang Scylla is pretty terrifying. Poor Odysseus, couldn’t save his men :c

Can the men listen to Odysseus, for FIVE SECONDS

he probably needed that sleep so bad.

Also those mfs just left him 💀

POSEIDON NEEDS TO COOL HIS TITS!!! HIS GRUDGE AGAINST ODYSSEUS IS GETTING OLD!!!! Bro was gone for like, 17-20 years and he lost everyone, almost died, and was prisoner to Calypso for 7 years. Leave him alone dawg

The freaking fact that Odysseus couldn’t recognize Ithaca and just assumed that he was on an island of monsters or somethin makes me so sad bruh. He’s been through so much that he just can’t accept that he’s back home. Even when Athena herself telling him he’s home he JUST can’t believe it. This man needs so much therapy omg

How did homie come up with that elaborate backstory under his disguise??? Why is Odysseus so extra???

Also that fake backstory kinda paralleled his own. Very loosely but it’s neat.

I bet it was so hard not to sob right in front of Telemachus as soon as he saw him. Odysseus was using all his strength to fight against the tears.

Also Odysseus and Telemachus reuniting also nearly brought me to tears. I am not ok

“On hearing this Telemachus smiled to his father, but so that Eumaeus could not see him.” PLEASE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AKSHDKSBSKSBSK

“Penelope came out of her room looking like Diana or Venus, and wept as she flung her arms around her son. She kissed his forehead and both his beautiful eyes, “Light of my eyes,” she cried as she spoke fondly to him” 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is making me touch starved lmao. Oh to have everyone kiss my head and shoulders when I return home. Also love seeing momma Penelope

Penelope 🤝 Odysseus

Crying a lot

“As soon as he saw Odysseus standing there, he dropped his ears and wagged his tail, but he could not get close up to his master. When Odysseus saw the dog on the other side of the yard, he dashed a tear from his eyes without Eymaeus seeing it…” WHAT IF I CRIIIIIIIIIEEEEED 😭😭😭😭 HIS DOGGO

NOOOO ARGOS!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭 he died as soon as he saw Odysseus. He was able to see him one last time. I am unwell

“As she spoke Telemachus sneezed so loudly that the whole house resounded with it” THAT IS THE MOST RANDIM THING TO ADD IN THERE HSKDBSKSBSK. It’s so cute tho 😭😭😭 oh Telemachus you’re Adorable. And his momma laughed. Aww.

Nvm Telemachus’s sneeze was apparently an omen that the suitors will die lmao. This story just has things Happen

Telemachus: *sneezes*

Penelope: this is a sign that the suitors will die

Eymaeus: what

Odysseus has THUNDER THIGHS

“This was what she said, and Odysseus was glad when he heard her trying to get presents out of the suitors, and flattering them with fair words which he knew she did not mean.” HE LOVES HIS WIFE!!!!

“…I believe the light had not been coming from the torches, but from his own head—for his hair is all gone, every bit of it.”

Did this mf just make a bald joke 💀

Me and my homies hate the maids and suitors

Also Penelope rocks. Deceiving everyone cuz she doesn’t want to get married to those douche bags. Pop off queen. Poor lady, forced to get married :((

Odysseus trying not to cry upon talking to his wife after years 😭😭😭 that dude is TOUGH

Odysseus: oh yeah, I met Odysseus. He was wearing fancy clothes and was hot af.

Odysseus is trying so hard to convince Penelope that he’s coming home. Ough… sweet man

Ok so Odysseus was officially gone for 20 years. Ok Coolio. Yikes

Bro went on a huge tangent about the boar. It’s neat to hear about but sheesh.

Penelope had a dream that explicitly told her that Odysseus was coming home to kill the suitors and she’s like “can you interpret it for me?” I assume she’s trying to mess with Odysseus, cuz even tho he’s in disguise, she’s sensing something with him.

Oh she knows Odysseus is somewhere. Why is she setting up a tournament that only Odysseus could do now?? She knows…. She knows….

Book XX: Odysseus cannot sleep. What else is new?

Odysseus’s name meaning anger is starting to make sense now that he’s home and wanting to murder people out of anger. I guess the fact that he pisses everyone off to is also an indicator of that 💀

Oh the Odysseus and Penelope parallel augh

Odysseus is just brooding all the time huh

I like the idea that Telemachus is very timid and soft spoken. Everytime he speaks against the suitors they’re always surprised; now that he’s older with Athena and his father by his side, he’s beginning to break out of this shell and become more bold. It’s neat for his character. wonder how he’d feel about himself compared to his lion-hearted father

Telemachus is sooo cuuuuute he tried to do that trial for his momma… he was so excited too. My son

Love how Odysseus is absolutely JACKED. Just super strong. An absolute tank. Love him

“Eurymachus,” Penelope answered, “people who persist in eating up the estate of a great chieftain and dishonoring his house must not expect others to think well of them.” EAT EM UP PENELOPE!

I FREAKING LOVE THE ARROW SCENE. GO ODYSSEUS GO

I guess people in Ancient Greek times just killed each other without any thought lmao. I have a feeling that it’s less about the law and more about the revenge that would fall upon you if you killed someone. It was satisfying to read the suitors and maids die tho. Heck yeah

Athena is a great wing man. Just making Ody hot and godlike

Love Penelope testing Odysseus to make sure it was him. Very good. She’s a very cunning women indeed

OUGHHHH THEYRE HUGGING HDBSBSKSBSKSBSKSBSSKSBKWKW 😭😭😭😭

Gosh. The love and chemistry between Odysseus and Penelope is so strong, even tho they’re barely together in the story. Like, it’s interesting to hear how much love they poured into each other that night, (especially compared to Circe and Calypso. Odysseus clearly did not love them.) and then they talked and explained their times away from each other. Augh they’re so in love 😭😭😭

Odysseus just tell your father that you’re home why are you LIKE THIS

WHY ARE YOU MAKING UP ANOTHER ELABORATE BACKSTORY JUST TELL HIM WHO YOU ARE

Dang, that was an abrupt ending. But why did Athena like… tell Odysseus’s father to kill the guy and then told them not to kill each other lmao. Idk. But overall yay. Interesting how Odysseus didn’t listen at first. I think he’s truly changed since his adventure

Something I noticed was that Odysseus was probably a very happy and joyful man. He had family and friends, a wife and a newborn son. He treated everyone fairly and with kindness and everyone adored him for it. But after his adventure, he seemed far more somber and angry. Sad change of character, but ultimately he didn’t change too much. I love him. I enjoyed that WAAYYYY more than I thought I would. Sure the writing was different than what I was used to—there was so much yapping and tangents and metaphors—but it wasn’t impossible to follow! I’ve read difficult stories from Shakespeare to scriptures and this was an overall easy read. The culture of Ancient Greece is very…. Strange to me, but it’s always neat to see differences in cultures, no matter how uncomfy it makes me feel. Love how both Odysseus and Penelope remained faithful to each other and cried over each other a lot. They got married for a reason <3 and Telemachus my son. He’s so precious. Good good story I enjoyed that a lot

[oh-no-its-bird]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I LEFT AND WHEN I CAME BACK THIS POST HAD RECIEVED SO MANY REALLY FUCKING GOOD REPLIES AND ADITIONS I AM STARING BLANKLY AT THEM ALL BEFORE SPONTANIOUSLY EXPLODING

No bc literally everything u just said is so good what the fuck. I was picturing this as totally doable as a longer one shot but ough the additions of god of medicine Hashirama and god of war Touka and branch gods Butsama and unnamed wife,,,,,,,, suddenly it is spiraling into smthn so much longer as I just. Picture those little bits of the story. Ur actually SO genius for thinking of that Im taking that and running for the fucking hills

Idk if Id commit but I am for some reason picturing Hashirama finding out ab the box and sending Madara a letter and, well, yk that one sonic snapcube audio thats just eggman yelling "WHY ARE YOU CALLING SONIC ON OUR EVIL PHONE LINE. YOU CANT BE DOING THAT. STOP CALLING SONIC ON OUR PHONE LINE." Thats just Tobirama yelling at Hashirama ab stealing his pen pall

Actually note to self to draw that later in general bc thats really fucking funny

BUT LIKE GOD OF WAR TOUKA TAKING LIKE. ANCIENT AND MODERN WARFARE TACTICS CLASSES AS PART OF HER DEGREE / AS A FUN CLASS IN COLLEGE. PERFECT PERSON TO CONSULT. AND HASHIRAMA GOD OF MEDICINE BC HE WORKS AT A HOSPITAL. JUST. SO GOOD. IM SHAKING U.

Also the sort of outsider POV of Madara just retreating into his room and emerging some time later with a ton of food reminds me of the old brothers grim fairy tales Id used to read, I can not lie. Like it giving a mix of one of those call and response "please I need food -- the next day they woke up besides all the food they could ever need" fairytales but also one of those "a woman is told not to see her husbands sleeping face or smthn bad will happen" tales where so long as the woman never sneaks a peek, her life is magical-- but the second she looks to satisfy her own curiosity, she is punished for her hubris and loses it all

From an outsider POV Madara totally looks super fantastical here, Im sure the story is passed down for generations to come and maybe even turned into a fairytale of its own

"A great general faces his end, his troops starving and his walls besieged. "General, please, the men are starving!" says his second. The General hums, and retreats into his room to think. Half a candle later, he emerges with barrels of rice and water to cook enough porridge to feed the entire army. "General, where did you get this?" Gasps his second, but the general only shakes his head. "Do not ask, or our good fortune may meet its end!" But it is not long before again, the generals second is crying out. "General, please, the enemy are knocking at our door!" The general hums, and retreats into his room. Half a candle later, he emerges with detailed plans to counter the enemy, numbers of their troops, and enough arrows to man every archerer they had. "General, how in the world did you get this?" Gasps his second, but again, the general only shakes his head. "Do not ask, or our good fortune may meet its end!" The battle won, the generals second came to the general once again. "General, please, our men are all wounded and dying!" The general hums, and retreats into his room. Half a candle later, he emerges with strange medicine, and instructions to follow that save every last man. "Well, are you not going to ask me where I got this from?" the general demanded when this time, his second remained silent. "Of course not general! I don't want our good fortune to end!"

^ anyways something like that being passed down as a fairytale that seems to suddenly pop up out of nowhere for Tobirama to find in his research as he helps Madara

(Izuna was totally his second but Im definitely picturing Hikaku as the second mentioned in the story)

I was kind of set on a sad "and then they never meet" ending but @thybirbman's addition convinced me and I am now picturing like, the letters slowly stop as time seems to speed up on Madara's end, or maybe the chest breaks after Tobirama's 'duty as a god' is done or whatever

And so at this point, history has been changing before Tobirama's very eyes (being aware of the chests power somehow allows him to remember how things used to be) and now the Uchiha still exist as this successful clan turned business family-- including one Madara Uchiha, named after his ancestor (along with his brother Izuna and cousin Hikaku, also coincidentally named for long dead, important Uchiha. What a funny coincidence.)

And some months after the letters stopped, Tobirama manages to bump into this modern age Madara.

Tobirama is struck by Madara's strikingly familiar appearance to the rare portraits he'd seen of his Madara, and Madara is struck by this strange pull he seems to feel towards the seemingly random man. Neither of them know that this Madara is the reincarnation of that Madara, but they don't need to know that to fall in love all over again

The end <3

I have a feeewww more thoughts but I can physically feel myself loosing focus w every paragraph so Ill leave it here for now

Fic based off of the cdrama 'she is a god: love with an ancient general'

Where modern AU Tobirama inherits some ancient chest that acts as a little time travel mail box to the ancient warlord Uchiha Madara, who is only days from death where he and his army are trapped inside the walls of their own city.

After Madara dumps some bloodied bandages into the chest, it is transported to Tobirama's time, shooting out the top. Tobirama replies by trying to wash the pot out— only for the water to seemingly go nowhere, and a correspondence begins.

Madara mistakes Tobirama for a god, and Tobirama attempts to help Madara win the war from his side of the timeline by sending food, weapons, and hints of what may be yet to come as he studies the few crumbs of Madara's history that remain today— which becomes more complex as Tobirama sees history change in real time, corresponding with each new battle won and day lived where Madara should have died.

The fic ends w them never meeting but Tobirama going to a museum where he finds statues of both his and Madara's likeness (his own borrowed from a photo he sent upon Madara's request)

Madara is recorded in history as an incredibly devout man who never took any spouse and was for all intense and purposes recorded as terribly in love with the god he worshipped

[wuhwoahhh]

I need to put this down somewhere so here is the place. If you dont want VPR spoilers do not read

  I love VanderPump Rules. VPR has taken over my life for what feels like 6 months but has probably been longer. I have loved following the lives of these lost, overdramatic, substance-filled mid-twenty and thirty year olds as they grow thru relationships, conflicts, parenthood, etc etc. These are my best friends and also the worst people I know. They are in my dreams, they are in my thoughts, they are on my feeds. I am in their lives, I am viewer, I am participator, I am confidante.

  Starting the tenth season I feel I am at a precipice. Fully aware of #Scandoval, and how everything goes down, I went into this season thinking that things would be laid out, it would be messy and toxic from the start. This season starts after Season 9 (which I skipped per my cousins recommendation) but I watched the S9 reunion and I don't feel like I missed much. Raquel (Rachel) has ended things with James (shocker), Tom and Tom are still super obnoxious, Scheana is married (again). I was surprised Katie and Tom were still together, and how much Ariana and Tom seem like they have never actually been in love. They just don't have any chemistry. And Lala I am liking more and more as she navigates single motherhood with Ocean (the third worst baby name from the core cast).

But the tone for the start of Season Ten is...sad. It starts with the reveal of Katie and Tom's divorce, which was very anticlimatic - Katie had just had enough (finalllyyyyyy). Tom and Tom are in immense debt from their "dive-lounge", which pretty much wrecked both of their relationships. Raquel and James are both trying to find themselves after their split, seeking validation in new people. Lala is rebuilding her life after Randall.

  Episode Two has the Daily Mail party acting as Schwartz and Sandy's pre-opening grand opening. Katie comes to support her ex-husband and friend, and theres a scene where sit down at a booth and she starts crying. She says something along the lines of, this bar was the other woman in their relationship, and now she's standing inside of it. She asks him if it was worth it. He knows it wasnt. They're in too deep though, him and Sandoval are tied together for life, sinking together. It is painfully tragic, and Schwartz still doesn't have the backbone to admit it, or to back out, or to have fought harder. It's too late. And although they were never really gonna make it cause he was never really gonna get his act together, this really could've been his wakeup call, but it wasn't. And Sandoval is spiraling, he has his shitty band, he's way in over his head, they don't know what theyre doing, Ariana hasn't left him but he will ultimately end up fucking up that realtionship. It was just wild to see, these men never figured out that they don't actually know anything, charisma only gets you so far, and now they've spent one million dollars on a restaurant that has effectively ruined both their lives. OUGH.

  The other tragic thing about this season is Raquel. The start of season ten sees Raquel framed as almost the protagonist - she's finding herself after aging out of pageants and finally breaking it off with her alcoholic boyfriend/fiancee. She's friends with all the girls, coming out of her shell and finally got rid of those horrible lashes. You can tell she feels lost, she's not over James and the amount of emotional energy she put into that relationship. And she may be a little dense, just learning what a boundary is at 27 but tbf I didn't figure that out until 21 so I kind of get it. She's honest and real, and you see her conflicting emotions and thoughts.

  This really surprised me, because all the media I've been seeing after Scandoval is emphasizing how stupid, how evil, how coniving she is, she's a monster, cold-blooded sociopath. But I really don't see it. I mean maybe something changes (still many episodes to go) but I was expecting her to seem fake but she seems so...real. Which makes me wonder how much of Sandoval's influence is on this thing. She is vulnerable, he is falling apart and grasping at anything. She had to have known she was doing something wrong, but men have a way of making you trust them and believe what they want you to believe. You can see too that she is the type that wants to do the right thing always, to follow the "rules". So if Sandoval laid out a certain idea of what was the right thing for her to do, maybe she thought she was doing the right thing, for herself and for him or whatever. It doesn't excuse her doing that to her best friend, but I can see how it could happen. And honestly, if I was in the same situation with a bit less life experience and critical thinking, I could see myself following the same thinking patterns.

  So I'm SO curious to see where this season goes. I've seen the #Scandoval highlight clips, I've seen the reunion, but there's more to it, especially with Raquel. I'm curious about Schwartz too, and how he fucks things up more LOL. I want to see Ariana, and how she is dealing with the "other woman"; I want to see Katie come into her own. I don't really care about Scheana and Brock, and James kind of makes me sad cause he's just going backwards it seems. But this season really is marking a shift. It seems darker, and with higher-stakes mess than past seasons. And Jax isn't even here (I guess he's too busy working on himself).

  And my best friend in the world Kristen Doute isn't here either. Kristen and Raquel are so different, but they both end up doing something very similar to people they love. I'm curious as to how it gets to that point, and if they ever reunite I would PAY to see that conversation (I am already paying for my Hayu subscription so it better come S11). I will try not to let this take over my life but it really is occupying my thoughts at all times.

[othercrossee]

I need people to STEP AWAY from kwannie, give me a CHANCE plz for the love of GOD

[smileymoth]

Its so funny to me that 11 year old me was like. ok im probably a demigirl/non-binary but no that's weird i'm just a weird girl :( anyway let me go back to desperately trying to mimic the way hollywood undead men dress

(Im putting the rest of my gender stuff under cut bc it got so long on accident...)

I need to stop saying i'm *probably* non-binary bc i very much am. But at the same time i'm still a woman and a girl and a lesbian and I only like she her pronouns cuz everything else feels icky. But I am deeply uncomfortable with the classical "woman" classification but then again that's just the social construct part so if gender is a social construct and there's no right way to be a woman then I am still a woman but. This gender shit is so hard man, it took me long enough to figure out I'm a lesbian and then this gender thing ruins it again.

I Know that lesbians tend to have a difficult time with gender because the stereotypes are built on a system of woman-birth-child-machine-male-validation or something idk heteronormative society which is focused on men sth sth... so no wonder I have such a difficulty with knowing what my gender is. + that I probably have some type of neurodivergency so that adds to that.....

Realistically I don't care about labels that much because the gender thing doesn't influence my everyday life at all, idc if people call me a woman or a lady or a girl i like those infact but aaahhhhhhhh. Like. Girl help why is this so WEIRD!!! I don't want to be viewed as a woman in the sense of existing to get married to a man and have children, i guess. But I also don't want to label myself incorrectly(?) because would it be harmful to the overall community if I'm technically what the tiktokkers called "girl Lite" back in 2020 or sth??

Like the whole ordeal of "is someone x enough" is stupid but man. I always overthink everything. It took me 5 years to accept that I do NOT in fact like men. Like I just flipflopped inbetween labels for 5 years and sometimes I still think that ough but what if I'm not a lesbian because my fictional blorbo is a man or bc I fawn over Brian Molko... and then I get ill and want to cry at the thought of ending up with a man like girl you're so bad at everything....

[rillabrooke]

we've reached the end. what a wonderful journey! thank you for coming along on it with me. may our paths cross again.

(i'll let the last few annotations speak for themselves.)

tracking:  pretty words, i’m crying, love, violence/hatred, duality, les mis parallels, foreshadowing

"Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine." one last nod to the introduction to paris in book 1 chapter 5.

"'nor should I have been able to raise my thoughts to Him who was put to death, that we might have hope and comfort here to-day.'" oh bless her ;-;

"Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom." this is dickens' elegy, methinks.

"'Do you think . . . that it will seem long to me, while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered?' 'It cannot be, my child; there is no Time there, and no trouble there.'" ough

"'I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.'" the only character to truly die and not rise again in this life, and yet!! the story isn't over!! the story has just become!! in death, he will be to recalled to eternal life!!

"like one great heave of water" one final use of water imagery to describe the parisian masses

"Twenty-Three."

"'I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument, before it shall cease out of its present use.'" this is one i referenced a lot in other annotations.

"'I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name.'"

"'I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both.'"

"'I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine.'"

"'I see him, fore-most of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place'"

"'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.'"

Book the Third—The Track of a Storm

[X] Chapter XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever

Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine. All the devouring and insatiate Monsters imagined since imagination could record itself, are fused in the one realisation, Guillotine. And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.

Six tumbrils roll along the streets. Change these back again to what they were, thou powerful enchanter, Time, and they shall be seen to be the carriages of absolute monarchs, the equipages of feudal nobles, the toilettes of flaring Jezebels, the churches that are not my father’s house but dens of thieves, the huts of millions of starving peasants! No; the great magician who majestically works out the appointed order of the Creator, never reverses his transformations. “If thou be changed into this shape by the will of God,” say the seers to the enchanted, in the wise Arabian stories, “then remain so! But, if thou wear this form through mere passing conjuration, then resume thy former aspect!” Changeless and hopeless, the tumbrils roll along.

As the sombre wheels of the six carts go round, they seem to plough up a long crooked furrow among the populace in the streets. Ridges of faces are thrown to this side and to that, and the ploughs go steadily onward. So used are the regular inhabitants of the houses to the spectacle, that in many windows there are no people, and in some the occupation of the hands is not so much as suspended, while the eyes survey the faces in the tumbrils. Here and there, the inmate has visitors to see the sight; then he points his finger, with something of the complacency of a curator or authorised exponent, to this cart and to this, and seems to tell who sat here yesterday, and who there the day before.

Of the riders in the tumbrils, some observe these things, and all things on their last roadside, with an impassive stare; others, with a lingering interest in the ways of life and men. Some, seated with drooping heads, are sunk in silent despair; again, there are some so heedful of their looks that they cast upon the multitude such glances as they have seen in theatres, and in pictures. Several close their eyes, and think, or try to get their straying thoughts together. Only one, and he a miserable creature, of a crazed aspect, is so shattered and made drunk by horror, that he sings, and tries to dance. Not one of the whole number appeals by look or gesture, to the pity of the people.

There is a guard of sundry horsemen riding abreast of the tumbrils, and faces are often turned up to some of them, and they are asked some question. It would seem to be always the same question, for, it is always followed by a press of people towards the third cart. The horsemen abreast of that cart, frequently point out one man in it with their swords. The leading curiosity is, to know which is he; he stands at the back of the tumbril with his head bent down, to converse with a mere girl who sits on the side of the cart, and holds his hand. He has no curiosity or care for the scene about him, and always speaks to the girl. Here and there in the long street of St. Honore, cries are raised against him. If they move him at all, it is only to a quiet smile, as he shakes his hair a little more loosely about his face. He cannot easily touch his face, his arms being bound.

On the steps of a church, awaiting the coming-up of the tumbrils, stands the Spy and prison-sheep. He looks into the first of them: not there. He looks into the second: not there. He already asks himself, “Has he sacrificed me?” when his face clears, as he looks into the third.

“Which is Evrémonde?” says a man behind him.

“That. At the back there.”

“With his hand in the girl’s?”

“Yes.”

The man cries, “Down, Evrémonde! To the Guillotine all aristocrats! Down, Evrémonde!”

“Hush, hush!” the Spy entreats him, timidly.

“And why not, citizen?”

“He is going to pay the forfeit: it will be paid in five minutes more. Let him be at peace.”

But the man continuing to exclaim, “Down, Evrémonde!” the face of Evrémonde is for a moment turned towards him. Evrémonde then sees the Spy, and looks attentively at him, and goes his way.

The clocks are on the stroke of three, and the furrow ploughed among the populace is turning round, to come on into the place of execution, and end. The ridges thrown to this side and to that, now crumble in and close behind the last plough as it passes on, for all are following to the Guillotine. In front of it, seated in chairs, as in a garden of public diversion, are a number of women, busily knitting. On one of the fore-most chairs, stands The Vengeance, looking about for her friend.

“Thérèse!” she cries, in her shrill tones. “Who has seen her? Thérèse Defarge!”

“She never missed before,” says a knitting-woman of the sisterhood.

“No; nor will she miss now,” cries The Vengeance, petulantly. “Thérèse.”

“Louder,” the woman recommends.

Ay! Louder, Vengeance, much louder, and still she will scarcely hear thee. Louder yet, Vengeance, with a little oath or so added, and yet it will hardly bring her. Send other women up and down to seek her, lingering somewhere; and yet, although the messengers have done dread deeds, it is questionable whether of their own wills they will go far enough to find her!

“Bad Fortune!” cries The Vengeance, stamping her foot in the chair, “and here are the tumbrils! And Evrémonde will be despatched in a wink, and she not here! See her knitting in my hand, and her empty chair ready for her. I cry with vexation and disappointment!”

As The Vengeance descends from her elevation to do it, the tumbrils begin to discharge their loads. The ministers of Sainte Guillotine are robed and ready. Crash!—A head is held up, and the knitting-women who scarcely lifted their eyes to look at it a moment ago when it could think and speak, count One.

The second tumbril empties and moves on; the third comes up. Crash!—And the knitting-women, never faltering or pausing in their Work, count Two.

The supposed Evrémonde descends, and the seamstress is lifted out next after him. He has not relinquished her patient hand in getting out, but still holds it as he promised. He gently places her with her back to the crashing engine that constantly whirrs up and falls, and she looks into his face and thanks him.

“But for you, dear stranger, I should not be so composed, for I am naturally a poor little thing, faint of heart; nor should I have been able to raise my thoughts to Him who was put to death, that we might have hope and comfort here to-day. I think you were sent to me by Heaven.”

“Or you to me,” says Sydney Carton. “Keep your eyes upon me, dear child, and mind no other object.”

“I mind nothing while I hold your hand. I shall mind nothing when I let it go, if they are rapid.”

“They will be rapid. Fear not!”

The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom.

“Brave and generous friend, will you let me ask you one last question? I am very ignorant, and it troubles me—just a little.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“I have a cousin, an only relative and an orphan, like myself, whom I love very dearly. She is five years younger than I, and she lives in a farmer’s house in the south country. Poverty parted us, and she knows nothing of my fate—for I cannot write—and if I could, how should I tell her! It is better as it is.”

“Yes, yes: better as it is.”

“What I have been thinking as we came along, and what I am still thinking now, as I look into your kind strong face which gives me so much support, is this:—If the Republic really does good to the poor, and they come to be less hungry, and in all ways to suffer less, she may live a long time: she may even live to be old.”

“What then, my gentle sister?”

“Do you think:” the uncomplaining eyes in which there is so much endurance, fill with tears, and the lips part a little more and tremble: “that it will seem long to me, while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered?”

“It cannot be, my child; there is no Time there, and no trouble there.”

“You comfort me so much! I am so ignorant. Am I to kiss you now? Is the moment come?”

“Yes.”

She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him—is gone; the knitting-women count Twenty-Two.

“I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.”

The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three.

—

They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic.

One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe—a woman—had asked at the foot of the same scaffold, not long before, to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. If he had given any utterance to his, and they were prophetic, they would have been these:

“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument, before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.

“I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and faithful to all men in his healing office, and at peace. I see the good old man, so long their friend, in ten years’ time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his reward.

“I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both.

“I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, fore-most of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place—then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day’s disfigurement—and I hear him tell the child my story, with a tender and a faltering voice.

“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”

The end.

[the-acid-pear]

Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

[stereofeathers]

Are you on the Anti-MLM Facebook page? If you’re not I feel like you would really enjoy it.

HJJSDSDS ANON YOU READ ME LIKE A FUCKING BOOK

(Note: please don't use this t call me out jsdsdss, I swear it's not me ranting on the weird love-hate obsession I have with men-loving-men, I'm talking about Multi-Level Marketing schemes or pyramid schemes)

I'm fucking obsessed with MLMs, I usually stick to the anti-MLM subreddit bc LOTS of new content ALWAYS but the Facebook page is fucking *blows a kiss* MUAH! its top quality and honestly I'm debating making a Facebook account just so I can follow it better.

I have a few favorite MLMs but I keep an eye on a whole bunch of 'em bc it's just fucking FASCINATING to see how people change when they become involved with that business model. Some of them definitely believe in the products theyre shilling out to everyone who might listen, but theres no way all of them do, right? Some have to know that they're selling garbage and the lines they've been trained to say are bull, like... where is that distinction made? The make-up MLMs, they definitely have huns trying to be the proof that the product is high quality and so beautiful by wearing it and sharing their high-class looks on Instagram, but what about the ones who edit their photos to hell and back to look good- that would mean that you KNOW the shitty make-up isn't a miracle worker in and of itself, but absolutely they're still gonna advertise it with the edited pic. Right??

god it's just so fucking bizarre to watch!! And atm theres lawsuits and accusations flying and lies and drama and compensation for personal injury and OUGH like FUCKING OUGH,, FUCK IF I DON'T LIVE FOR THIS SHIT.

People will be totally normal?? And then they get sucked into one of these things and suddenly they have no morals or sense of right from wrong or concept of "too far"

It's so fucking bizarre!!!!! You got like, idk, Clair, 26, single mother, likes yoga and watercolor painting.

Then like,, one of the fucking oil mlms (or, god fuckig forbid, lularoe) reaches out with one of their fuckibg tendrils and suddenly that's not a person.

A few that drive me batshit when I remember them:

❤ With every death of a six year old, a new business opportunity arises ❤

❤ You're my friend who I value as an individual I SWEAR ❤

❤ Youre STILL crying over your dead kid? God, like, just buy my oils. ❤

❤ You think people really do that?? Just go out on the internet and LIE? ❤

❤ Mmm, discovered that vast, untapped "celebrity suicide" market. Lot of potential there. ❤

❤ Yeah man, give that nose a piece of your mind ❤

Anyway yeah I fucking love pyramid schemes / MLMs

[092219archive]

OH NO BABY

caste oblivion...

me too mickey

me

why do i feel like i’ve seen that keyblade before

two unfortunate ponytailed old men get scars from fighting the darkness

will i get my answers today, i wonder

stop that

oh

popsicle........................

o

oh no they’re fighting

SORA?

AQUA NO

GOD

me

so that’s. how ventus becomes a nobody...

but his name is roxas because... he’s “dropped off” in radiant garden/twilight town where uhh fuck the other xehanort gives him the name of “roxas” and uses him to gain sora’s memories in order to create their own keyblade master for kingdom hearts... maybe?

what a roast.

oh god, oh fuck it’s the intro

s... sora?

oh boy

aqua is such a sweetheart...

KAIRI?

her turn on destiny islands

oh aqua if only you knew

me: oh no something’s wrong.............

me: ugly gross sound of “ough”

screams for a thousand years

h

CRIES............................ UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

me: wait a minute. if terra’s... “xehanort,” or has xehanort has taken over his heart/resides in it, then doesn’t that mean-

literally the next scene:

me: fuuuck

THAT’S THE MOTERHFUCKIGN TIIIIITLEEEEEEEEEEEE

why am i crying in the club guys

it’s a hot day so obviously i’m gonna sweat from my eyes right that’s how it works right

i guess i’ll liveblog kingdom hearts as well because i’ve been watching a playthrough for it? all posts related will be tagged as #kh liveblog (and because it’s applicable, #kh spoilers).