What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
Maggie O’Farrell; After You’d Gone
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Čovjek svugdje nailazi na prošlost.
- Maggie O'Farrell, Kad si otišao: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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You may not be "allowed" to think about Eclairette in the tags, but you're allowed to think about it here, so speak up/lh
They exist at all times in my mind, Mape 😔 they never leave now
I can't stop thinking about the way she teasingly calls him mon vieux. Can't get over how he's become so fond over it and how deeply it touches him. Just a silly little name; an acknowledgment that she sees him as something - someone - other than "Monsieur Neuvillette". The ease in which it rolls off her tongue whenever she greets him or in the midst of their lighter conversations always makes him feel a little brighter. A little more...human.
And I can't stop thinking about how it was that comfort, that lightness, that humanity Eclair makes him feel that eventually led to him settling on a name for her. Not the public and (presumed to be, based on his tone) impartial "detective", but pluie. To associate her with the rain, that which has always brought him comfort, it's...I don't even think he knows how to describe it. It wasn't something he spent very long thinking about - he's never been one to even consider terms of endearment for himself. It just slipped out one day. Before he even knew he'd said it.
But the weight of it, the way it just...clicked. He felt that the was the only thing he could call her. Pluie - his rain, his beloved. Even if he still defaults to "detective", especially in public, his name for her still rings true above all others.
And it just. It just!!! I can't stop thinking about it!!!!
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4pm thoughts
i don't understand the older generation's propensity to blame the younger generation for not being able to save enough due to rising prices.
"just spend less!!!" as if there aren't studies and charts that already show that income vs. the rising price of food/necessities has become so dispropotionate over the past decade or so
they complain about how the younger generation eats outside all the time instead of cooking at home. but how do you cook at home when all you can afford to rent is a room, or the house you rent doesn't allow cooking?
or if you're only eating outside once a month and cook at home the rest of the time they say "stop eating outside food". like if you cut down your outside food budget by RM60(USD15) a month, you can miraculously afford a down payment on a house.
and even if you can afford a house, the prices are astronomical nowadays--- you'd probably have to take out a 20-year loan to do so, vs in the past when houses were so much cheaper.
maybe all these problems seem very nonconsequential to most of the older generation/people in charge, since they're usually part of the high income bracket people, but tbh most of the population in the country(especially the younger ones) are probably only a few paychecks away from going homeless.
like!!! my dudes!!! why are you siding with the corporations when they don't even have your backs and are one of the main causes of all this as well...?
are people not allowed to treat themselves once every now and then with? if not, what's the point of working in the first place?!
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it’s a dominion fic -- nay, a multichapter dominion fic! one i’ve been working on for a while now, in fact! one with an au concept that several other people will also be writing, no less!
featuring: vikingpilot and legundo (...probably? that is him, right?)
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im gonna inflict you with the knowledge that, while doodling that diving griffin pic, i had Atemlos durch die Nacht (live in Munchen 2022) on repeat >:)
AND, the whole time the image in my head was something like this:
sorry Rat ^w^;
The gall! >:0
Well... Perhaps this Rat gave the version you mentioned a listen. And perhaps, it was not as bad as I remembered.
Maybe, just maybe, I was kinda grooving to that... But only in small amounts! I gotta keep this a very rare occasion as to not hate the song again XD
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The world of Midgard was still new to the Goddess of Fidelity despite only arriving a year ago. In that time, Sigyn had already been training under the Ancient One and learning the magical ways from the Masters of the Mystic Arts. It wasn't as different as their magic on Asgard.
But Sigyn was still questioning if she was doing right? What was her purpose? Was she better as a healer on Asgard or a Master of the Mystic Arts on Midgard? Could she even protect the ones she loved?
Lost in her thoughts, walking along New York City, she accidentally bumps into someone. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean..." she pauses, realizing the building she is outside of. "Are you an Avenger? Have you seen my brother, Thor? I'm Sigyn...I'm his sister-in-law."
@illbringthechaosmagic liked for a starter in the Marvel Verse
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my bookclubs' inability to understand nuance and to either misinterpret or completely ignore things blatantly stated in the text continues to drive me up the wall and yet i keep going because im desperate to get out of the house and make connections with people, especially people who also read. but after this last bookclub, where im still angry and frustrated a whole 24 hours later, im wondering if i should just stop because it doesn't get better and maybe i need to accept that it's not going to
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