#thirty-third

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[mattodore]

pay attention to theo’s beautiful face and not whatever matthias’s arm is doing... i liked the lighting more here than against the wall

[theshmeepking]

in love with these loser children

[faux-ecrivain]

Mors non est finis

————————————————————- Translation; Death Isn’t the end ————————————————————-

CONTENT WARNING; Death, war, mentions of infidelity, mentions of blood and waking up in a coffin underground, and memory loss

(Name; Duke Ellis Vanguard; although he’s not actually in this part)

(Thirty Third Official Post)

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       ‘Dear Elaine,’ Is how the letter began, tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and it took all your willpower not to crumple the letter that your husband had so lovingly written. Why were you so mad? Some might ask, after all, this letter clearly showed that your husband held a lot of love for you, Right? Wrong! Firstly, your name was not Elaine, it was [Y/N]. Second of all, your husband never wrote to you with any such love. 

          Typically his letter were all business and war related, never once did he refer to you as Dear, or anything of the sort. You see, you and your husband (Duke Ellis) have been fighting together since the two of you were young adults. By that, I mean, you and him have been in the same war for many years. Each year brought your country a little closer to victory and throughout the many years of war (14 to be exact) your husband has never once written to you with love. 

        His letters were always about the war, battle tactics and how things were going on the eastern front. And you would respond in kind, albeit with a bit more passion, and talk of seeing him after the war (which he always seemed to disregard). Never once in his letters did he ever deviate from the topic of war. 

      Reluctantly you decided to continue reading this letter, maybe part of you hoped it was simply a letter to a friend, or a sibling, and not a letter to a lover. ‘Though it has been many weeks since we were last together, I still remember that day fondly. I recall how beautiful you looked under the moonlight, I recall the way your smile set fire to my soul and-‘ 

          You couldn’t bare to read anymore, your heart couldn’t take it. As your eyes filled with tears, you tore your gaze away from the letter, crumpled it up and tossed it somewhere in your tent. You collapsed in your chair and covered your face with your hands. Intense betrayal wracked your body as you desperately tried to come to terms with what you’ve learned. 

        You didn’t understand how he could do that to you, you had been the perfect spouse. At least you thought you were, after all, you had been kind, responsive, gentle (when you weren’t on the battlefield) and loving. You never belittled him, and you always had his back, never once have you been dishonest or unfaithful. 

        So, how could he do that to you? Weren’t you good enough? Didn’t he say that he would always stay true to you? I mean, that’s what he wrote in his vows, and you thought vows were never meant to be broken. Were you truly so naive? What were you going to do the next time you saw him? Should you pretend nothing happened or confront him? You didn’t know, and you didn’t have an opportunity to think about it either. Because, one of your soldiers had something important to report, and it required your utmost attention. 

       You wipe away any tears that fell, then you stand up and leave your tent. Your eyes roam across your camp until you find the man you’re looking for. You call out to him, your tone stern and your voice steady. “Charles! You said you have something to report?” He, as were others, was visibly startled by your sudden appearance, which lifted your mood somewhat. It was nice to know that your men still respected you, even if your husband didn’t. 

      Charles scampered towards you and gave you his report. “Our scouts say they saw enemy shoulders approaching from the west, and it was reported that the people in the northern front are having trouble standing their ground.” You exhale sharply, the sorrows of love almost forgotten as the consequences of war require your full attention. “Tsk, that means the western front has fallen, we’ll have to double the guards on the western border.” You respond, and Charles nods rapidly in agreement. Hence, you mobilize the troops and inform them of the situation, naturally they are intimated (war is frighteningly), but they do not shirk their duties, and they courageously defend the western front.

       Unfortunately you would never make it through the night, not because your troops failed, they tried their best, but because of an assassination attempt on your life. Your body was found with your throat slit and there was evidence of a struggle. It’s unknown how no one heard the struggle or why you were targeted, although most assumed it was because you were a formidable enemy. Regardless, a ceremony was held, and your family mourned (surprisingly, even your husband mourned, the little bastard). Little did they know, or anyone know, that you would not be so easily condemned.

       You woke within the darkness, confused and frightened, you scratched at the wood surrounding. This causes your nails to crack and your fingers to bleed. You panic, you’ve never done well in enclosed spaces, and kick at the lid of your coffin. It feels as though the walls are closing in on you, as though there were no escape. Your body aches, and your mind can’t quite comprehend the fact that you’re trapped. You struggle, you kick, you claw, and eventually, you’ve made it out of the coffin, and onto the surface.     

          Unfortunately, your filthy, degraded appearance causes the nearby nobles (and commoners) to scream, some even spray you with ‘holy’ water (to deter any evil spirits from bothering them). You’re briefly disturbed by the water, but it’s also refreshing, you were quite parched after all. Whilst several civilians were panicking about the undead awakening and taking over the world, you were simply trying to crawl out of your grave (which many nobles did not like and told their servants to stop you from doing that). 

          It was rather annoying, all their screaming and crying, what was especially annoying was how the servants continue to kick at you. Honestly, didn’t they have anything better to do? Your bones creaked as you got out of your grave and stretched your arms above your head. Your staggering stature caused quite a few to collapse in fear, yet you were unaware of this. Your eyes roved across the plot you were buried in, it was well taken care of, but lonely. 

        For some reason, you felt a simmering rage build up in your heart (which was apparently still beating). You couldn’t remember why you were upset or why you were buried. Nor could you remember how you died, regardless, you felt like someone important, and decided to ask some civilians for information.

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(okay, so I wrote this while I was playing Sims 3. I just got hit with a bout of inspiration and had to write, so there you go, and hopefully you enjoy it!)

[fiwr4u]

in every universe, will we still be together?

[kayawolfhorse]

Who up still in that desert

[vakariaan]

3 Movies For Every Year I’ve Been Alive  (#Turning30) ↳ SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE (1993) dir. Nora Ephron

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

As an avid animation fan and because you loved the Crispy Sweets Commercial I must let you know who animated it: https://twitter.com/male_wife_/status/1773824752580190610 (I just love finding out who worked on what, especially with animation)

gotta say. i wasn't expecting the avid Harry Truman fan aspect

[redbootsindoriath]

Knowing Bilbo’s effect on elvenkings and elven lords (and elves in general), it’s probably just as well Thingol never made it to the Third Age.  He wouldn’t have stood a chance.

Transcription:

[Thingol:] “...” [Bilbo:] “...” FIVE MINUTES LATER [Thingol:] “Everyone, meet Bilbo.  He is my own personal hobbit and anyone who so much as threatens to harm him shall die, no questions asked.  He has looted the royal storehouses twice so I’ve decided to make him my new foster son.”

[astro-b-o-y-d]

How pissed do you think Shermie was when he found out about what really happened with Stan and Ford???

[last-flight-of-fancy]

made myself emotional thinking about how smart sora actually is and how little credit he gets for it just because he struggles with stuff like math

[lesbinewren]

i really hope they do something with sabines story between the fall of the empire and setting out on the search for ezra in ahsoka because like. i absolutely loathe the idea of sabines story for TEN YEARS basically coming down to “well ezra told her to watch over lothal so i guess shes going to do that, even though the empire falls about halfway through that time and she’s, you know, her own character with plenty of other relationships and motivations.” like i actually really really hate it

[harrisonarchive]

Photo by Bob Cato.

“‘I’ve always had fun,’ he says. ‘I was never that serious. Late on I got that cause for meditation. That’s serious. ‘I’m a Pisces — like two fish swimming in opposite directions. I’m very serious and I’m very unserious. Everything is relative. Yin, yang. Yes, no. Good, bad. Up, down. I have both sides.' […] ‘[Thirty-Three & 1/3 is] the most positive album I’ve done in a long time,’ Harrison observes. ‘Having gone through a few ups and downs and “loop de loop,” everything has seemed to click in place for me. The last couple months have been the climax of the past year. Things are feeling pretty good.’ Harrison’s conversation and demeanor — in public and in the privacy of his hotel room — exude an inner peace. He is unexpectedly gracious with scores of back-patting record company representatives. He accommodates autograph seekers and teen-aged girls with Instamatic cameras who gather in hotel lobbies. […] He is thin but looks healthy in a rust-colored jumpsuit over a Monty Python T-shirt. His sturdy, hollow face, highlighted by brown eyes and a dark brow, reflects an intriguing character. His shoulder-length dark brown hair is full and wavy. Harrison is alert, modest and straightforward. His memory is good and he is firm in his beliefs. The ex-Beatle has yet to understand Beatlemania. ‘It has become part of history and I just accept it. It doesn’t upset me. I can’t explain it. A part of my memory remembers being something to do with it. But at the same time, I look at it like you probably do. I say, “Who were they?“ It’s a very strange feeling. I don’t go around thinking I am a Beatle or was Beatle or am an ex-Beatle. I go around feeling I’m a person. I’m me. ‘I couldn’t tell you whether it was more difficult being a Beatle or an ex-Beatle. They overlap somehow. But with time, we should learn from our experiences. The whole thing in life is finding out what it’s about and how to deal with it. Now I feel more at rest with myself and so, consequently, it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, ya know. The point is not what you do, it’s how you do it and how much enjoyment you get from it.’” - from an article by Minneapolis Star staff writer Jon Bream, The Minneapolis Star, November 18, 1976 (x)

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

Conflicts in literature as portrayed by the monkees

Monkee Vs Nature

Monkee Vs Society

Monkee Vs Technology

Monkee Vs Monkee

Monkee Vs Self

Monkee Vs Reality

Monkee Vs God

Monkee Vs no God

Monkee Vs Author

[stupidlyqueer]

canon be like: the avatar gets strong every time they're reborn

fandom: Aang is the strongest

he's not. normalize admitting your favorite character isn't the strongest, the most powerful or the best character at all.

Kyoshi's my favorite avatar, she's my second/third favorite atla-verse character. I kinda really dislike Roku. I still have braincells enough to admit Roku is stronger than her, because that's how canon works.

it's really not that hard.

[manjibunny]

There are so many fanfics that I have yet to write, and even more that I wanna read 😮‍💨💖