Archives for the Date August 12th, 2018

michelemorgan: A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) dir. Elia Kazan


A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) dir. Elia Kazan


Does it seem to you like we are seeing a progression of Cait’s engagement play out in the Irish media in particular?

Because nobody outside of Ireland reads it and most in Ireland don’t know her. It’s Safe, unimportant and 24 hour news cycle at best. We shouldn’t give them any more than that.

avasetocallmyown: ”Ridiculous Human Being” | Season 2 Gag…


”Ridiculous Human Being” | Season 2 Gag Reel

screengeniuz: perkachow: foxymaple: videohall: For some…





For some reason a bird speaking Japanese is mildly off putting.

> Literal translation

Bird:“ ‘Uhm Hello, this is the Ono family.”

Bird: “What’s wrong?”

Owner: “Abe-chan, you’re a little too early. Once the phone’s picked up, then properly say hello.”

Bird: “Okay, understood.”

Owner: “Do you really understand? I’m counting on you. Hello, this is the Ono family residence in Gifu.”]

Bird: “Okay, I understand!”

Owner: “Got it.”

> That’s clearly some sort of Pokemon.

> Off-putting? It’s like birds were meant to speak Japanese!

> For some reason it’s never occurred to me that birds can mimic languages other than English. It’s so cool, though!

quoth the raven; “moshi moshi”

Mildly annoyed voice: Hai, WAKARIMASHITAAAAAA!

Fanfiction – Scalpel & Needle II


Scalpel & Needle (Arc I: Incision), Previously

Scalpel & Needle II

Part XII – Deep Tissue

Jamie didn’t know how he came to be there, looking from the outside into
the life he had wanted.

After finishing his surgery – a simple affair, finding suitable concentration
the only difficulty posed by it – his footsteps had led him to the maternity
ward on the third floor. He had visited it seldom, as he recalled; once to call
on an OR nurse who had just given birth, and on one occasion to consult on a recent
mother with abdominal pain. It was the gate of life and surgeons tended to work
closer to the other side.

Several newborns occupied the nursery. Some with tufts of soft,
creamy, brown hair; some with a cowlick made of sunflower yellow; a couple with
an endearing bald scalp, that left the family to wonder and coo about possible
resemblances to their progenitors; and in one case, that left Jamie’s chest
painfully constricted at the sight, a mass of conspicuous red hair. The ward
was sweltering, seemingly emanating the heat of a mother’s womb – fooling the babies
into forgetting the traumatic experience of coming into this world, after inhabiting
a room that was theirs alone. But
above all, it heated his skin with the warmth of promise. Could, should, will.

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