“ A thing you should now is this; someone can stay, but that does not mean that they're truly, completely here. ”
—Unknown
*insert Darwin scream from The Amazing World of Gumball*
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
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Six.
Amara takes them to what is a nearby cemetery.
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Revelations, some acussations... And theories. Lots of theories.
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What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Seven.
When you are a child, indifferent to harsh reality, dreams are a big part of your life. They provide you with entertainment, ambition, and - the most precious of all - hope.
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Death tells a short yet important story, and Esther understands.
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How is that the only time my country (Argentina) is mentioned is because it's supposed that it's where Steve Rogers died?
Watcher i'm watching ye.
BEHOLD, my computer lockscreen.
Ajjjj I cannot take the photo at the right way.
Well. Just that jsjsjs.
Never been more fond to a lockscreen before.
People, I watched Elemental.
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Don't touch me, I'm soft.
*starts playing Steal The Show by Lauv and cries*
"So, you're basically telling me that those three decrepit old women told you that you are an aberration to nature itself? "
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Or where Esther discovers that whoever said that Destiny is cruel, was kinda right.
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This moment people... I'll have to write an AU of my fic.
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 1.08 • "The Prophecy Comes True"
people, sorry for this dumb question, but can someone explain me what do british men have that I sing to London Boy by Taylor Swift with every cell of my body when I am argentinian?
I am a traitor to my homeland thanks to them.
Help.
“Many say that blood is thicker than water, but do they know that blood, in water, dissolves? ”
—Unknown.