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Aaaaaaand now I'm crying . . . Thank you...
Ok but guys this whole scene actually makes the events of free! even more painful. Makoto struggles through the whole movie to understand his own feelings, he wants to understand himself and his reasons for swimming, and then we have this scene where Makoto finally finds his answer… he loves swimming, and he wants to share that with Haru, he wants to swim by his side, and Haru tells Makoto that it’s a given they’ll swim together… always. Until years later where Makoto starts to realize Haru is drifting away to a place he can no longer reach… and he can’t do anything but let that little boy he grew up with, go.
i have a teacher kinda like this and i feel like she’s under appreciated
To the hero professors
So, I’m taking U.S. History one and two over the summer at my community college, and the professor is this older white man. Naturally, this is history, and my first assumption walking in to the class is that I’m gonna be stuck listening to this guy drone on for two months of boredom. Great.
Within the first five minutes I knew I was wrong. So, so wrong.
“I don’t want you to be stuck memorizing dates,” he says. “I want you to know the story, the people, the conditions and reactions so that maybe we can all learn from past mistakes.” I was baffled. A history class that doesn’t require you to be able to rattle off dates? Not only that, there’s no homework and we don’t have to read the text book. The only things that are going to be on the test are things that come straight out of his mouth during class. He introduces himself, and proceeds to go around the room and greets every person one at a time. He will do this every day for the rest of the summer one and two semesters.
Then the lecture begins. I say lecture, but it feels more like story time in kindergarten. He begins to speak with such prose and personality that I forget this is a college course. He’s taken something that has so much potential to be mundane and turned it in to a book that I can’t put down. You bibliophiles know what I’m talking about. And then this glorious fucker ends the class in a mid-sentence cliffhanger.
Every class he carries on this way. It feels as if I’m there. Signing the Declaration, fighting against brothers in the Civil War, listening to FDR’s fireside chats, storming the beaches of Normandy… And he remains unbiased. He wants to make sure we see there’s two sides to every story; understand the conditions that lead to those reactions.
We took a test today, a week from our final exam. He goes around the room in his usual affable fashion, but rather than just ask how we’re doing, today he asks if there’s anything he can do for us. Most folks like myself say something along the lines of nothing, or I’m good. This girl next to me jokingly says, “You can buy me a coffee.”
“How much is it?” He asks.
“About five dollars.” She answers.
And without hesitation, this professor, this wonderful man with a love of teaching, and a love of his students, pulls out a fucking twenty dollar bill, hands it to her and just says “Go get your coffee, and bring me the change.” Then continues on his way like it’s nothing.
And it may be nothing. Maybe I’m blowing something small out of proportion. But in a world where it feels as if every class is just dragging you along in the gravel behind it, and the professors seem to just be going through the motions; to see someone actually do something kind and ask nothing in return is so refreshing and uplifting.
I don’t know. Maybe this is just a boring shit post, but I really needed to share my appreciation for this hero of a teacher. A teacher who after over 30 years of teaching is still happy with what he does.
tl;dr: Some teachers leave a long lasting impact on your life; change the way you think, the way you see the world. Appreciate them for what they are. The unsung heroes of a failing education system.
Oh
Wait
I do not have any
gender is a performance and i forgot all my lines
AND THEN FINALLY
Yeah.
Like a really disappointed, yet resigned and kinda sad Yeah.
That's it. That's the show.
It was like one hell of a road.
Supernatural final and the following brainstorming in attempts to find SOME FRAKING SENSE was like
^ Jesus Christ posted : FUCKING NEWFAGS, MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWING UP
The cup says: Stles
The line says: New Fandom, Same Shit
And then like
He says: there is no moral in this story
oh fuck real deep
Supernatural final and the following brainstorming in attempts to find SOME FRAKING SENSE was like
^ Jesus Christ posted : FUCKING NEWFAGS, MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWING UP
The cup says: Stles
The line says: New Fandom, Same Shit
Supernatural final and the following brainstorming in attempts to find SOME FRAKING SENSE was like
^ Jesus Christ posted : FUCKING NEWFAGS, MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWING UP
The cup says: Stles
The line says: New Fandom, Same Shit
Right in the feels. Didn’t hurt though.
Why do you make me feel things, I'm just trying to live.
i hhate amphibia sm
idea is from wadot's tiktok! cooked
sorry for my absence
— Why does it hurt so much? — Because it was real.
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Way to disembowel my dreams, James!
It’s what I do best! (Maybe.)
edward was always the quietest member of their family
his gift meant that he never needed to ask a question of anybody in their household, which cut out a considerable amount of conversation
when he did speak, it was always soft and quiet, as though he were afraid of being overheard
he only became quieter and more internal as their family grew
he was always happy to join in with the others and seemed fairly happy, but he never felt the need to be as loud as the rest of them
even jasper, shyer than the other three, spoke more often than edward
until the day he first spoke to bella swan
that day, he had raced home and run straight into the living room where his adopted mother was reading a book
he couldn’t help but let his joy burst forth and he talked non-stop for at least ten minutes about the swan girl, relaying every aspect of their conversations
esme beamed the entire time, glad not only that he had found somebody that he liked so much, but that he was bold enough to share it with her
when he had calmed down, he tried to retract a little
“sorry… i didn’t mean to load all of that onto you.” he mumbled
“edward, darling! you can read my mind so i know that you know that’s not how i feel about it at all. i’m thrilled for you!”
he smiled sheepishly and ducked out of the room, but esme swore that he heard him singing under his breath
from that day on, there was a change in edward
esme didn’t know if it was because he couldn’t read bella’s mind and became more used to speaking aloud but he was almost as talkative as his siblings
STOP. STOPPPPP WAITING FOR JUNE IS ALREADY HARD YOU DONT HAVE TO MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE. BRO.
OK SO ABOUT THAT MONSTROSITY TRAILER.
so obviously i rewatched the scene where kai and lloyd find eachother again one million times yesterday and can i mention that kai had like. bandages under his gi?
i mean. it COULD have been a crumpled shirt. but then again this is lloyd's pov. so i cant be sure.
also i was comparing the kai's clothes on the trailer and his clothes when he reunites with lloyd and theyre not only extremely different but they are VERY MUCH shit. like he's dirty and has lost his armour and cape. and i cant tell if the belt he's using on dr is the one he holds during monstrosity because the colors are different, too?? like what the hell happened bro.
and that's not even touching upon how TIRED bro is.
in this scene, the moment lloyd has his back to him, he climbs this FOUR STEPS really, really heavily. like he's having trouble moving at all.
and then
like bro it's just a mergequake. hell it's one of the earlier ones. why are you so winded that you get shown frowning TWICE and THEN ALSO breathless after it. lloyd doesn't show this kind of distress. it's just kai.
he looks miserable when he's packing up. yes he does smile at lloyd but of course he smiles at lloyd. can anyone hear me. bud are you Okay.
this one’s very long my bad
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