Reason To Live #7281

That's a fact

CHAMPIONNAT DE FRANCE 2008 - SOUCY - MINIME

10-year-old Charles Leclerc, a tiny creature

i feel like the longer you have depression n r suicidal, the less people care

bc its like~ hes depressed rn?? he always is

he hasnt eaten?? he will at some point

hes sh again?? they're never deep anyway

he's gone missing again?? its fine he'll come home

he overdosed again?? he never takes enough tho

he tried to kill himself?? thats okay the attempts have never worked~ so it wont this time

I love how Michael Afton is trending on twitter 

Aomine: TWO FREAKING MONTHS

Kuroko: What is he talking about?

Kagami: Nothing…

Aomine: THAT’S HOW LONG TAIGA STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT

Kise: *hysterically laughing in the background*

Betliar park, Slovakia -2021

my thirst for Slavic characters in media knows no bounds. And no, I don’t mean some Russian spy or super model or mafia boss. I want normal and interesting characters from smaller Slavic countries who celebrate name days, who live by weird superstitions passed down through their families, who make gulash and sausage and bean stews for dinner. I want Slavic characters with affectionate nicknames given by their family. I want characters who grew up on German fantasy films from the 60s and weird soviet cartoons. I want the societal pressure and the religious guilt and the love for rolling green mountain ranges that remind them of home. I want to see myself in this real personal way that I have so rarely encountered in media or in real life.

Representation of real experiences is so often boiled down into big concepts rather than the small details that matter. Frequently it can feel like checking off boxes instead of communicating substantial themes or reflections of reality. It’s easy for a show to say a character’s family comes from Germany or Senegal or Russia but that’s usually where they draw the line. The more vague they are, the easier it is to turn entire countries or continents into generic set dressing that (in theory) could apply to millions. But it’s the mannerisms, the culture, the language, the folktales, all these things that shape you from the very moment you’re born. It’s the small details that help you connect, that resurrect the small child inside you who once lived in a foreign bubble, who experienced the awful alongside the great. I yearn to see what I am made of staring back at me through a screen. I yearn to connect to my foundations, to the culture that slowly slips from my memory as I continue to age entire oceans away from the place of its origin.

* seductively crawls from hell *

HELLO BOIIIZ

Sometimes I think fans of Les Mis have moved on and then Aaron Tveit does literally anything and all of the sudden it’s all “oneshot smut where Grantaire is called in for questioning by a charming FBI agent capable of being terrible,” “slowburn fluff set in the 1950s where new student Grantaire falls for the school badboy,” “a young writer named Enjolras meets Grantaire, a performer at the Moulin Rouge (angst, multi chapter)” “crackfic where Enjolras has to save Grantaire from the alien bugs eating his brain”

them <3

Martins Architecture Office - Zebros farm renovation, Felgueiras 2021. Photos © NUDO.

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