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Hal Rudnick на Комик-Коне 2013
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I have been obsessed with New York as long as I can remember. Growing up in suburban Pittsburgh, I felt enthralled by the city, as if I had always known it, even though I had never been. My first trip there was at 17—with my mom—to audition for Juilliard. We flew into Newark and took the bus to Port Authority. I will never forget the feeling of stepping out onto the sidewalk at the corner of Forty-second and Eighth…the magnitude, the limitlessness, the pulse of the streets. I felt at home at once. And I engaged the city in a way that would define my relationship with it to this day. Leaning forward. Openhearted. And yearning for whatever little urban miracles the universe would present through the filter of this epic landscape.
My personal style at the time was still gestating. I wore baggy chinos and blue Adidas Gazelles with a red roll-neck J.Crew sweater that was at least two sizes too big. I was also very likely wearing a braided belt from the Gap that I flipped up and looped inside of itself so that the end dangled down the front of my pants. I remember that with crystal clarity. But standing on the corner of Forty-second and Eighth that day, I felt more stylish than I ever had before, and I knew in my heart of hearts that it had nothing to do with the clothes draping off my lanky frame. Style was an electricity that shot through me and filled me up and drove me into the city with unwarranted certitude—armed only with a fierce (if somewhat vague) ambition and a belief that I was exactly where I belonged.
In the years that followed, I have settled into myself and my sense of style. So much so, apparently, that the good people at Style.com have invited me to be a contributor to the site. I have been given very few guidelines. Encouraged to employ photographs and anecdotes, and to use this platform as an opportunity to highlight things I find interesting and/or stylish. So here we are. I will figure out where to go from here in the coming weeks, but rest assured, no matter where I take you, the days of braided belts are far behind me…I think.
TBC
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... I assure you the truth is precisely the opposite
I feel that some people overlook the fact that THIS:
"You mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring, while I assure you the truth is precisely the opposite"
… essentially is the closest of a declaration of love coming from a vulcan and this guy in particular. Seriously.
[For some reason it did remind me of this from one of the novels, the whole misunderstanding and her thinking he didn’t care when it was quite the opposite for him]
while we wait for the sсript, let’s talk about the version from the novelization as well:
“To even consider the idea of one’s death affecting a loved one would be so painful,” the science officer continued, “that the only logical option in that moment would be to choose to feel nothing instead. (..).”
Though he could not see Uhura, who was seated facing away from him, he looked back in her direction as he spoke. “Nyota, you misunderstand my choice not to feel at that moment as an indication of not caring, while I assure you the truth was exactly the opposite.”
[.. and when he thinks he will die in that volcano he thinks about the sense of loss and a relationship left unfinalized _-_ (and you know he was thinking about her and how he’d never get the chance to make their bond official the vulcan way; It essentially is a prologue to that speech in the ship later.) ]
Listen.to.what.this.guy.is.telling.her.and.love.him.forever
That whole speech is so beautiful and real and damn painful.
She says: you didn’t care about us, you didn’t care about me and how I would feel.
He says: no, the truth is the opposite. I chose to not feel because I love you too much and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and the thought of how my death could affect you (and he knows how she’d feel. Oh he knows! because he felt that when his mother died and it hurts so fucking much to even think that Nyota would feel that too and for his fault)
In short: it’s not that I don’t feel, it’s that I feel too much.
and his face.. his face! the tone of his voice… it’s just too much for my poor little heart.
and maybe Kirk is right, it’s not a love song (wanna kiss him there for trying to help Spock) but it’s damn honest and effective and profound. The writers made him say that he loves her without making him cheesy or OOC*
..and her face says is all:
..because she gets it.
[*that’s the second time they do that, by the way. Remember that "in the event that I do not return please tell lieutenant Uhura.." that is basically more effective without him completing the phrase than with him actually saying it, IMO. It’s the fact that he doesn’t need to. It’s him trying to tell her, him thinking to tell her even with what it means for a vulcan, him willing to share something so personal with a guy that was still a stranger for him only because he wanted her to know. THAT is enough.]
/why was i given feels
(c) lucystillintheskywithdiamonds.tumblr.com/post/5...
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юбка и подъюбник (skirt and underskirt) - шиты на заказ, my design
топ (top) - Mango
ожерелье (turquoise necklace) - старый сувенир из Туниса, old souvenir from Tunisia
туфли (pumps) - Cesare Paciotti
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“You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him, because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to… the ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, and the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know, simply because the word “love" isn’t written into your book.”
Dr. Leonard McCoy, Star Trek (Requiem For Methuselah)
Dr. Leonard McCoy, Star Trek (Requiem For Methuselah)
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#their eyes are always on each other #and i just find that incredible ugh i mean #there are a million people in the room #jim is potentially in huge fucking trouble #and he's looking to his other half #his best friend #for reassurance? or just to remember that there is someone in the world that has and will always have his back? #jim kirk is not used to that kind of steadfast support #so when he finally found it #he latched onto it #but luckily for him bones needs him just as much as he needs bones #eyes on you- always eyes on you
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