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giiihoroco · 1 year
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I had no idea for a drawing, but I remembered that a while ago I made a wallpaper of Kirishima behind glass, so why not make one off Billy? I spent so much stress on this drawing, for some reason the app wouldn't let me finish it and it kept crashing 😞 , so I don't know if it was good enough because I kind of gave up lol
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norvicfiddler · 1 year
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Harold Finch | The High Road | 1
Person of Interest Season 2 Episode 6
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belleshaw · 9 months
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rabbitcruiser · 2 years
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"Smokey and the Bandit” premiered on May 19, 1977.  
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zetasxphotos · 1 month
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Shedding Season ❤️
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unicornbeck · 4 months
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Grief made it so I couldn't settle to anything. I was hungry, sort of, but there was nothing I wanted to eat. I tried to read books, but I couldn't focus. Wanted to go outside, but couldn't leave the house. Couldn't clean. Couldn't stay awake. Couldn't sleep. When I was alone, I was desperately lonesome, but when I was with people, all I could do was long for escape. I couldn't get away fast enough. I needed to talk, but had nothing to say. The weather outside dared to be glorious, as if nothing at all had happened of any consequence at all. The sun shone, the wind blew. The mailman came, cars went by on the street. People walked out of their houses like it was an ordinary day and got into their cars and drove away to do ordinary things. It was like being behind glass, separated from the entire world by an invisible, impermeable barrier. Like I had shifted into a new dimension, crossed a boundary from which there was no return.
I was six years old, and my dad had died suddenly of an asthma attack. That was my first experience with grief. My Grandpa Sid had died before that, and two cats— Harry and Charlie— but those hadn’t been real to me. Pa dying was my first real experience with death, with the unyielding grip of intractable grief. It was by no means my last. If you’ve lost someone, I would imagine that you, too, are in that otherworld place, that slightly-to-the-left dimension so close to the real world, but so completely divided from it. I can tell you that I have never left that otherrealm, but over time the two places wove almost seamlessly back together. It was a little like growing up in another country and assimilating to a place I'd never been before, moving in cold-turkey. Now I live among the people in the real world and I pass pretty successfully, if they don't spend too much time trying to get to know me. If they do, though, they are usually a little unsettled by my strangeness. Assimilation only goes so deep, but underneath, I am forever from that other place.
The good thing is, I know my way around there quite intimately. I grew up there. I'm fairly comfortable with the topography. At least, as comfortable as one can ever be with that forever-removed place. And I can tell you that grief is not exactly something you get over. It's more like something you get used to, grow to absorb. It's like a wound in a tree. Over time, the bark grows back, forming a lumpy scar that's a bit malformed but perfectly serviceable. You can always see where there was a trauma, a loss, but it closes up over time. I think we get bigger to hold grief without being toppled over by it.
If you’re here, I'm sorry that you are, here, in this place, with me. Nobody should have to come here. But we all do, eventually. And if you're an empathetic soul, I'm sure you've been here before, in some capacity or other. You may not know me from Adam, but I'm here with you. Sometimes it's almost as if I can still see the lines of energy connecting a person to someone they love who has passed, like fine strings made of light. I'm sure that's way too crunchy... If you feel alone, I understand. But you're not. You're not.
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yourangle-yuordevil · 5 months
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what if we flirted at the gentlemen club 😳 (and we were both flirting) 😞❤️😞Discreet Gentlemen's Club
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sems-diarie · 8 months
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death is insane. wdym i’ll never see my grandmother again
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Can’t decide what’s funnier- Benoit Blanc meeting his husband during a high stakes murder mystery or Benoit Blanc meeting his husband at like, the grocery store
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kneel-gayman · 7 months
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his ass is not reading (he cannot see)
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elspeth-catton · 4 months
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stopppp i love them so much
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belleshaw · 9 months
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zhongrin · 4 months
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talking with a friend the other day gave me ideas....
sulky hubbies being ignored in favor of their own (representative animals/chibi) plushies.
zhongli hiding the rex lapis plushie under the mattress with murder™️ in his eyes (idea: crack short comic series where he regularly 'fights' with said plushie, titled: "how to dispose of your rival dragon")
human al haitham silently seething across the coffee table with his book being stuck on page 67 for the past hour as i read one of his favorite books outloud to the plushie al haitham while cradling it close to my chest. "haha are you mad because someone took your favorite pillo-" "where's the rent this month, kaveh?" ".... 🖕"
wriothesley coming into his office to see an impostor shark plushie sitting on his usual seat at our afternoon tea time. "mister sharksley asks for seconds when i give him my milkshakes, i like him!" sigewinne says. wriothesley feels the world has ended. his wife and child has been taken away from him /dramatic
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rabbitcruiser · 2 years
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National Typewriter Day
National Typewriter Day is June 23 and we’re using the day to celebrate the written word! Typewriters have a strong history in not only the world but throughout the United States as well. Even though they might not be as popular as our trusty laptop companions, they’re a fun and niche way to exercise your brain.
History of National Typewriter Day
To many, typewriters are a remnant of the past. Truth be told, the patent for the first typewriter was not granted until 1829. Even then, the first typewriter as we know it today wasn’t built until 1867 near Milwaukee.
At their peak, typewriters were essential and sometimes the only way of typing books, articles, and manuscripts neatly. Although they fell out of vogue in the 20th century, the rise in hipster culture has made for a renewed popularity among young people.
Even now, many famous writers use typewriters to hone their creative processes. For instance, George R.R. Martin, Quintin Tarantino, and Jhumpa Lahiri are all well-known typewriter advocates.
Although the typewriter is well past its heyday in terms of necessity and interest, nowadays the restoration of typewriters is a niche yet successful industry. Just recently, a light blue Olivetti Lettera 32 sold for over $254,000. Now that’s something to write home about!
National Typewriter Day timeline
1575The Invention of ‘La Scrittura Tattile’
Italian printmaker Francesco Rampazetto invents ‘la scrittura tattile’ (the tactile writer) as a machine to quickly press letters into paper.
1843Charles Thurber Helps the Blind
American Charles Thurber invents a basic typing machine with the express aim of aiding the blind in communication.
1867The First Commercial Typewriter is Built
Christopher Latham Sholes and Carlos Glidden produce the first widely successful commercial typewriter near Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
21st centuryThe Typewriter’s Legacy
Although less popular, remnants of the typewriter, like the QWERTY keyboard and the term ‘backspace,’ still exist in modern life.
National Typewriter Day FAQs
How do typewriters work?
As paper is fed through a roller, the typist clacks a letter to have it dipped against the ink ribbon and onto the piece of paper. Just like a 26-piece stamp set!
Where can I buy a typewriter?
If you’re interested in a new hobby or in embellishing a writing habit, you can often find previously-loved typewriters in thrift stores and antique shops. For a cheaper one, check online.
Are typewriters still used professionally?
Many people who do not have access to consistent electricity use typewriters as a foolproof way to type. In a court setting, a stenographer uses a type of typewriter.
How to Celebrate National Typewriter Day
Find a typewriter
Read something
Write something
Typewriters can be found all over, from thrift stores to your grandparents’ attic. The act of finding one is a fun event in itself. Plus, if your family member has one stowed away, it can be a valuable bonding session between you two.
Even if physically having a typewriter isn’t an option, it’s still easy to celebrate. Pick up your favorite book, newspaper, or magazine and devote some time to reading it. Bonus points if your material was originally written with a typewriter!
Finally, take some time to write something. From a typewriter, to a computer, to a pencil, writing can be a soothing exercise that can help you flex your creative muscles. You could even have a friend over to write a story together.
5 Typewriter Facts To Discover Today
Ray Bradbury didn’t own a typewriter
Richard Brautigan loved them
Mark Twain was a trendsetter
Tom Hanks is a fanatic.
Ernest Hemingway was fidgety
In order to write his 1953 book “Fahrenheit 451,” Ray Bradbury used a typewriter rented from the library at UCLA.
Author Richard Brautigan says he thinks of entire stories in his head beforehand and then types them out all at once at almost 100 words per minute.
Mark Twain was the first author to showcase a typewritten book manuscript in “Life on the Mississippi,” published in 1883.
Actor Tom Hanks is an avid and well-known collector of old-school typewriters.
Ernest Hemingway was known to set his typewriter on a high bookshelf and write his stories standing up.
Why We Love National Typewriter Day
It’s easy to learn about history.
Writing brings people together
Typewriters are interesting
Because of their historical nature, typewriters are a wonderful gateway into the world of the past. And if you celebrate by simply reading, it’s easy to learn a thing or two from books.
At its core, writing brings people together from all backgrounds. Just imagine how many people have lost themselves in the same written world that you’re exploring right now!
When using a typewriter, you can’t help but be entranced by the intricacy of the machine in front of you. How exactly is it that all those moving parts and sounds create such amazing books?
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whetstonefires · 1 year
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more substantive thing about Glass Onion and then i think this is all my thoughts: i really liked something i feel was clearly shown in the flashbacks but not outright stated, which was that andi knew damn well miles bron was a dumb huckster.
that's what she wanted him for. she needed that ability to throw himself into his latest shill with total commitment, because of his need to believe in his own hype. the 'reality distortion' of his hard sell.
she knew that to get what she wanted out of life, she needed to harness that confidence of a mediocre white man we all talk about.
that it would open doors that would stay unmoved in the face of all her brilliance, and polish, and perfected rich bitch voice.
there's a lot of these guys out there, and she picked a dumb one because she planned for him to be the front man to her mastermind. (apologies to paul mccartney lol i don't mean to impugn your intelligence.) a smarter man would have had his own plans, would be harder to use as a mouthpiece for her better ones. she would have needed to find an actual partner and not a tool, and she didn't trust like that.
duke wasn't actually wrong to say they were all playing the same shitty game and andi lost. i mean, he was morally wrong but he wasn't incorrect.
like blanc says, she thought that because she was better than bron, because she was the genius and he was the cheap con artist, he wasn't dangerous. and in the end that was where it all fell apart.
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