Anyone Wanna Read The Fake Script For A Black Panther 2 Trailer I Wrote Right After Infinity War Came

The World's Tree

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

Thor (2011)

Loki (2023) — 2.06 “Glorious Purpose”

I bet Lyra learnt to wear makeup when she started attending that girls’ school. I bet she made lots of female friends, and they taught her to do pretty things with her hair, and she watched them wear pretty clothes and gradually started to ask them for advice on how to wear pretty clothes.

I bet she found learning to be feminine just as hard as learning to read the aletheometer. And I bet she tried to be scornful at the start, out of habit, but when she was lonely and sad at night a girl came over to comfort her and they became close friends and Lyra would come to realise that some of the friends she had made at that school were people she would gladly fight and kill to protect. And I bet she saw that they weren’t any good at fighting with their fists like she was, but that they were fighting to protect her just as hard, taking care of her when she was sad and lonely over such odd things, and defending her from cruel people who would mock her for her spotty knowledge and odd opinions.

And I bet she became an activist for all sorts of things as well as being a renowned scientist. I just. I have a lot of feelings about Susie Pevensie and Jane Darling and all the fantasy queens who lost their kingdoms, and I feel like Lyra’s definitely one of them, one of the ones who realised that in her own world things were much harder and more difficult and she couldn’t have power in all the same ways she used to, but she learnt to use the power that was there for her, and she used it wonderfully.

im reading about cowboy phrases and sayings and like 95% of them are just solid life advice

if it sucks hit da bricks <- litany against sunk cost

take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle

fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism

now say something beautiful and true <- litany against irony poisoning

“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

— Lisa Unger (via quotemadness)

Fluffy kitty by rover_thecat

Alethiometer

On death. Again.

On december 2020 I wrote about my grandma’s passing. I’ve just read the post again and it says that “it’s the first time someone close to me dies”.

oh, well.

Next thursday will be the first month anniversary of one of my classmate’s death. It’s the fourth death of the year. So far it’s been two illnesses, one suicide and one accident.

He wasn’t my friend, I didn’t know a lot about him, except that he would have been a much better engenieer than I’ll ever be. I think we were going to graduate at the same time. It’s not fair.

I found out right outside the lab where I saw him for the last time. We were there with the rest of our group the day they told us classes were cancelled because of covid. We cheered and laughed and said good bye and see you soon.

We were not scared. We didn’t know.

I mean, of course we were in the same group chats and online classes for the next couple years, and even teamed up in some projects, but I never saw him again.

It was an accident. He was riding his bike. It was not supposed to happen. We were supposed to graduate together. We were all supposed to make it.

I feel guilty because I chose not to go to the funeral, or the ceremony, or the homage. I didn’t tell his family and friends I was sorry for their loss. And I was. I am. I just really didn’t want to go. I would have felt totally out of place. I was not his family, I was not his friend. I barely knew him. And it still hurt.

It still hurts.

Classes start again next week, and he is not going to be there. We are going to sit there and take the lessons and do the homework and listen to the teachers and complain about all of it. And he is not going to be there.

We are going to graduate without him, and all the good things he could have made in the world are never gonna happen. All because of a fucking accident. It’s not fair. It’s just not.

I don’t know why this death struck me more than the other three. Maybe because it affects me directly. Maybe cause he was my age. Maybe cause it was so sudden. Maybe cause now I’m scared someone I love will walk out the door and I’ll never see them again.

There. I said it. I’m scared. I’m really fucking scared. I can’t do anything to stop things like this from happening, and it’s absolutely fucking terrifying.

That’s all I have to say. for now.