If Someone Ever Ask You About Something You Do, You Think Or You Believe In, Be Polite, And Make Sure

“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:

Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.

Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.

Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.

I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.

Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".

Mahmoud Darwish, King Solomon, Neil Gaiman, Nikita Gill, Mary Oliver, butterflies rising, Lang Leav, rachel h, Alexandra Vasiliu, Shayan Das : *writes masterpieces of stories and poems*

Me: *screaming, crying, suffering, etc. in bilingual frustration* WHY I CANNOT BE YOU

“i could swear i can live a million lifes aside you and never get tired of that dreamy gleam in your eyes. ”

—The Solivagant.

Happy May 4, people! May the Force be with all of you!

Who felt like a kid again while watching the newest trailer of How to Train Your Dragon Live Action?

I certainly did.

Felt like how I was when I first watched the movie; lonely, bullied, and strangely tired. But full of dreams, of wonder, surrounded by my dogs sitting on the backyard, looking at the sky and wondering how it would be to fly.

Teared up a little too while hearing the even more heart-pulling version of Test Drive.

People.

If Pedro Pascal doesnt do the voice of Gabriel O'Hara if he ever comes to appear in BTSV, I'm gonna make a revolution.

Thank you for your time. Adiós.

*insert Darwin scream from The Amazing World of Gumball*

SYLKI STANS!

If you didn’t know yet, there is a Loki season one novelization, and it is full of the sweetest pro-sylki paragraphs. And yes, it is an official Marvel item!!

book links at the end of the post :)

Mari (user @/maybeloveishate on Twitter) made a thread of the copy of the book in Portuguese, and here are snippets of the book in English (with my favorite parts in pink!)

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On the train:

“She was genuinely very funny. He almost… liked her.”

On Lamentis:

“He couldn’t help but be impressed by the way she fought. She was elegant and gracious, full of skill and strength. If they weren’t in the middle of an apocalypse, maybe he would stop to watch.”

“Even in the end of the world, Loki thought, the things are beautiful. He looked at Sylvie. She was beautiful too. ‘I’m sorry’ he said sincerely. Sylvie’s eyes met his. It was hard to bear seeing the sadness in her.”

“Asteroids continued to fall around Loki, yet he couldn't let go of Sylvie's hand, nor stop looking into her eyes. A cloud of dust and rocks rained toward them. In a matter of seconds, he would swallow them, and he realized he didn't care as much as he thought he would. He had never felt this way before. That somehow all the bad things were worth it if he could just have this one, brilliant, indisputably good thing.”

The TVA arrest:

“Whatever was going to happen, Loki knew that Sylvie would be with him on the other side, and they would live to see another day born. Together.”

Mobius interrogates Loki (he says Sylvie is, and then isn't, dead)

“Something was hurting in his core. Everything was hurting. That was wrong. It couldn't be. He sank into the uncomfortable chair, feeling as if the entire universe had perched on his chest.”

“And at that moment, the world stopped.”

“Loki exhaled. He had never been so relieved before. Was this what it was like to like someone?”

The Void:

“Loki listened to Sylvie's inspiring words and felt them spin in his chest like moving leaves, a feeling of change, of new life. It was spring and sweetness mixed with trepidation. Love really did strange things with your heart.”

Blanket scene:

“Loki looked at her, then. Really looked at her. ‘I care about you’, he wanted to say.”

"He couldn't look at her. But he also couldn't not look at her.”

“Loki couldn't look at her without feeling his face get hot. So he looked down instead, smiling disconcertedly.”

“His face was so close to Sylvie’s, so close that he could smell her hair.”

“He had never spoken so honestly about his feelings with anyone. Was this what true friendship was like? Was this what it was like to love someone?”

“And then Loki’s heart did the inconceivable: it literally beat faster.”

The Kiss:

“She dropped the sword. And then kissed him. Their lips fit, and Loki felt time pause, flowing like honey. How had he lived all this time without feeling this? Now that he knew what it was like to love someone, to really love someone, he would never be the same. Sylvie kissed him, and left him lost in time. Everything stopped. Nothing else mattered.”

After Sylvie killed HWR:

“For a moment Sylvie just stood there, everything went white, like a new page, or a tombstone without an epitaph. she made it. she really made it. she found him, and she killed him. and betrayed Loki for that. her heart felt heavy and she started crying. her legs gave in.”

After the citadel:

“He wanted everything to be good for her. No matter what happened, whether he met Sylvie again or not, he would try his best to make things better. So, maybe... just maybe, they could live together in that better world.”

BOOK LINKS

copy from fishpond (English version, ships free everywhere)

copy from the original Australian site (English version, ships only in Australia)

copy from Amazon Spain

copy from Amazon Mexico

copy from Amazon Brazil

I do not. I grew fond of Sanji and regret nothing.

Sorry everyone, I really wasn’t planning to get obsessed with one piece like this

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Ten.

When she was a child and her only companion were the stars, Esther dreamed of what her life would be like. • A little of peace... 'till there isn't anymore.

read here in ao3.

Yesterday I had the brilliant idea of going to a park and feed the pigeons.

I was hoping for a raven or a woman with curls that talks about Mary Poppins to approach, but there just children running the birds and pigeons that were particulary interested in coming and stand next to me and to look at me with their red eyes.

I quite understand now why Morpheus did that. It's kind of relaxing to have this little entusiastic birds surrounding you while you see them eat. The sound of their wings is quite lovely too.

This is my coping mechanism now.