When Clarice reached the last cell, an ice-cold shiver ran down her spine and she felt the little hairs of her sensitive body stand straight up with arousal. There he stood, in the middle of his bunker, straight as a statue and without blinking. His gaze pierced her sharply and unexpectedly like the bullet of her .38. His eyes reflected the tides, the deep blue, deadly sea that dragged anyone lost in it for too long to the ground.

Under his watch, Clarice felt naked, at the lion's defenseless mercy. It was as if a single glance at her was enough for him to bring her guarded secrets to light. Her throat felt dry as dust all at once, all the more surprised that she managed to get out a formal greeting and introduction without faltering awkwardly or floundering.

"Good evening," he replied in a voice as rough and cold as steel.

She remembered Barney's words about never getting too close to the plexiglass. Although Dr Lecter didn't budge, she guessed he had the agility and cunning of a predator.

He wasn't built too tall, but his shoulders looked strong and she could see the muscles playing under his skin. In the bright light, his skin appeared deathly pale. Perhaps his gray-blue prisoner suit further reinforced this impression. His dark hair, which was streaked with a few silver strands, had been strictly slicked back, which only made one look all the more closely at his extraordinary features when observing his striking face.

Pacifica: (Insults Dipper)

Dipper: Your Highness is too kind

Pacifica: You're right. I am

”I’m telling you, writing words work. Every time I had a page that needed more words and I threw in a word - boom! - right away, I had another word on there.”

-Jason Mendoza as a writer, probably.

Amber: I feel so burnt out. Caroline: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Amber: Are you gonna... assassinate me? Caroline: Well not if you’re expecting it.

Author's Note: Adventures from the false quote generator part II. It's quite interesting because Amber sees herself in Caroline with her ambition and spirit, along with her insecurity. Caroline probably owes Amber her life because at one point, Amber saves her and demands the Sea Gardenia from her. I could see this in a future book in which they interact, especially as Caroline has less ties to Carinian-Velanese politics and can be easily manipulated.

The one big thing out of seeing all the hermits irl for me is that people need to do more fanart with Pearl being really fucking tall

“It’s okay if you thought you were over it but it hits you all over again.

It’s okay to fall apart even after you had it under control.

You are not weak. Healing is messy. And there is no timeline for healing.”

Etho: I got a extra bed, who wants it?

Bdubs: ME!

False: That was a silly question Etho, we know who wants the bed.

Thoughts are often false. A feeling's always real. Not true, just real.

I love you, it's ruining my life.

Jesper: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Kaz and Inej’s conversation?

Matthias: I’m in the laundry basket.

Nina: I’m in the washing machine.

Wylan: I’m in the closet.

Nina: We accept you Wylan <3

Wylan: No, I’m literally in the closet.

Jesper: Love is love <3

Such a romantic scene

Many of the patients whom he treated had, for one reason or another, learned as children to be over-compliant; that is, to live in ways which were expected of them, or which pleased others, or which were designed not to offend others. These are the patients who build up what Winnicott called a 'false self'; that is, a self which is based upon compliance with the wishes of others, rather than being based upon the individual's own true feelings and instinctive needs. Such an individual ultimately comes to feel that life is pointless and futile, because he is merely adapting to the world rather than experiencing it as a place in which his subjective needs can find fulfillment.

Anthony Storr, Solitude: A Return to the Self

“the cruelest thing of all is false hope.”

- ahs: asylum

Don’t promise me forever if you’re just gonna fuck off when shit gets rough.

i'm going to call this post book!gendrya for dummies (it's me i'm the dummy): i had always loved the parallel that gendrya share about being the third born child (we are five books in, and still to this moment we don't have another baratheon bastard introduced to us that's older than gendry, so the order for me is: mya, bella and gendry) and (if we go with the r+l=j theory, jon obviously is not ned's son... so we have robb, sansa and arya) but something that has never ocurred to me before, is that we obviously already know the plot point of "the seed is strong" and we have gendry directly telling ned how his mother used to have yellow/blond hair (this is my own headcanon, but i like to think that she had brown eyes as well) meaning that all children sired by robert baratheon shared his hair colour and eyes colour, so gendry in his colouring and looks does not resemble at all his mother and we know exactly the same thing about arya, how of all of the catelyn tully/stark's children, she's is the only one that has none of her mother's looks, she and jon had the stark look, long face and grey eyes, like her father (and jon's mother) and like all of the starks of old time (karstarks included), and meanwhile genetics in asoiaf had always been somehow really wonky if compared to how genetics work in real life, it always interested me this fact about arya, one could simply said that arya having stark's looks and colouring is to help the narrative of arya feeling like an outsider in her own family, just like jon, and to establish even more how deeply the jon/arya bond runs, even when she knows both of her parents, and it's a true-born daughter. so this post was me discovering another gendrya parallel shared between them, i don't think it's really important but hey, it's still there alright