#the date

[jacenotjason]

yall ever realize they misspelt "wednesday" in the newspaper in spooky month 5

wendsday

[mysharona1987]

[aleiinad]

the frustrated date

[narfin-frood]

a 4 and a 6

[zichiwithagun]

He looks so good when wearing pink omg

Sylvia also looked good but I genuinely think Wander is the six tho

[epochverbatim]

Happy 413! :D i did a little doodle of john since april 13th is (obviously) his birthday:p

[melulum]

[singularity-and-co]

(Response to: https://www.tumblr.com/sinnohsiblings/764533618655870976/galadriels-smile-widened-in-genuine-delight-at )

Singularity marvelled at her true form. She really was gorgeous. Simply stunning. She would be a masterpiece that everyone would look at with awe if she was a painting hung in a gallery. It made him think about his true form. How ugly and malformed it was. How unlike other giratinas it was. But, the void in which he was banished was cruel. Mortals certainly knew that when they entered. It was lucky the ghost types who used that space knew of the dangers of spending an extended period of time in there and warned others of it. It was a shame it had corrupted him. No use thinking about past mistakes however.

Singularity reverted back to his Giratina form, giving a little stretch. The dark splodges of void matter that dripped off of him onto the group when he transformed immediately faded. His main mouth curved upwards, a genuine warmth displaying.

"My dear, that sounds-"

He was cut off by a tingling sensation down his spine. A visible shudder. A look of concern, fear even, washed over him. Singularity knew exactly what that meant. His father was requesting his presence. It was something the Arceus could do at any moment. Singularity had hoped he'd be able to take a flight with Galadriel to end off the evening. No, sadly, like many things, his father had to rip it all away from him. Perhaps his father didn't know of his outing yet. Perhaps. He may be able to get away with this if he played it the right way. Still, it was a shame to have to end the date in this way. Singularity placed one of his hands onto Galadriel's cheek.

"Unfortunately, my dear, it seems my father has requested my presence. A shame for him to call me away before I could have taken you up on the offer of a void flight. It sounds like it would have been wonderful, especially with you. Perhaps next time."

Singularity reached one of his tendrils out to the side, ripping a dark hole into the fabric of this realm. He gently placed a kiss on her cheek before letting her go. It was difficult having to tear himself away from her.

"I really am sorry for having to leave like this. I know if I leave him waiting for longer than he desires, the outcome may not be in my favour. Please know that I have really enjoyed our date. I'll let you know how things go with father too. I hope the rest of your evening is just as pleasant as you are, my sweet."

Singularity really didn't want this evening to end. The joy He had felt being with another of his kind. The feeling of actually being loved. The warmth that had come with it. He didn't want to let it go. But Singularity knew his father's signal was not something to be ignored. He headed towards the hole he had created, hesitating before heading in. It closed up behind him, leaving not a trace of himself being there. When he arrived back into the higher realms he had to call home, he was surprised to find his father wasn't already there waiting for him. Good. Perhaps he could relax before-

[basil199]

يجب تعليم الأطفال التاريخ، ليس كما هو الحال عادةً الآن،

بأنه سجل لأحداث من الماضي البعيد، ينبغي معرفتها لسبب أو لآخر. بل إنها قصة نتعلم منها ليس فقط ما حدث، بل ما قد يحدث، وربما سيحدث، مجدداً.

الأدب والتاريخ، هذين الفرعين العظيمين من المعرفة الإنسانية، سجلات السلوك البشري والفكر الإنساني، يتراجع تقديرهما لدى الشباب، وحتى لدى المعلمين. ومع ذلك، قد يتعلم المرء منهما كيف يكون مواطناً وإنساناً. قد نتعلم كيف ننظر إلى أنفسنا وإلى المجتمع الذي نعيش فيه، بتلك النظرة الهادئة والرصينة والناقدة والمتشككة، وهي الموقف الوحيد الممكن للإنسان المتحضر، أو هكذا قال جميع الفلاسفة والحكماء.

لكن جميع الضغوط تتجه في اتجاه معاكس، نحو تعلم ما هو مفيد فوراً، وما هو عملي. يتزايد الطلب على تعليم الناس ليتمكنوا من العمل في مرحلة تكنولوجية مؤقتة تقريباً.

تعليم قصير المدى.

دوريس ليسينج، السجون التي نختار العيش فيها

[monsieurdetalleyrand]

[Continuation of previous post]

If the slightest source of light could illuminate their faces, Talleyrand would realize just how much he was torturing this poor man, who wasn't used to being showered with compliments and even less used to being touched at such regular intervals, whereas it was a perfectly natural reflex for the prince. Fouché now replied with shorter sentences, and didn't even bother to try to mock him or put in a clever word. This is how his suitor guesses that his aim of troubling him was once again successful. Moreover, Fouché indulges his host's whims. “Je vous suis,” he says, abandoning himself to the idea of this dance despite an obvious inherent distrust.

Meanwhile, the music stopped with the typical noise vinyl records make when the sapphire has finished reading the track. Talleyrand left his dancing partner for a moment to change the record. In the darkness, which showed that he'd already made a lot of use of this object, which amused him enormously.

« Je vais mener, contentez-vous de suivre mes mouvements. »

It was a much more diplomatic formulation and less likely to offend him than “I'll do the man and you'll do the lady”. He took his hand again and drew him gently towards him, placing his other hand against the middle of his back. Fouché could feel that he was leaning on the side of his bad leg and that he was more or less counting on him not to let go, but not enough to make it really heavy.

« La mesure est de trois temps, comme pour la mazurka. On ne tournera que vers la gauche. Si j’avance, vous reculez. Si je recule, vous avancez. C’est très simple. »

His face was very close to his and with each step, he whispered “un, deux, trois” close to his ear, so that they'd be in the right rhythm. Normally in an English waltz, they were supposed to take a turn to the left and a turn to the right, but he didn't trust his foot not to betray him at the worst possible moment.

[my dear @serpentofotranto ♥]

[nrcbookclub]

Hey, ready to go to the cat cafe?

- Alisa (@nrc-pride-club)

yesyesyes! im so ready hehehehehw

^/////////^

[x3nx]

literally me when i got my thanksgiving food (i showed this clip to my family n they agreed so im actually hater irl/silly)

[sillywoyscreenshots]

[minicomics]

The Truth

Color Pomni: Say, how you doing? Dew (Killer Kaufmo): Oh, pretty good, though a bit bland... Color Pomni: Hmm, I think it's time for you to tell him why he's here. Dew (Killer Kaufmo): W-What? You sure? Color Pomni: Yeah, seems like the right moment. Dew (Killer Kaufmo): .... *Sighs* Alright. *Turns to Edge*

Dew (Killer Kaufmo): I... just don't want to feel like a fool again...