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cosmosofthoughts · 1 day
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thinking about this today.
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canisalbus · 6 months
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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.
✦ Separation ✦
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stillhere-erehllits · 7 months
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This a a reminder to not fall victim to the sunk-cost fallacy. Just because you invested time and energy into something, does not mean you should indefinitely waste more time and energy on it, if you decide it’s not what you want anymore. This goes for anything, from books, to relationships, to jobs, to hobbies, etc.
If it’s not serving you anymore, move on.
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inevitablesblog · 15 days
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philosophybits · 1 month
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Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W. S. Merwin, Separation
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dr4gme · 11 months
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feral-ballad · 2 years
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Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “The Fear”
[Text ID: “I am afraid / I will love you forever / and we will never be / in the same room / again.”]
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katerinaaqu · 27 days
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Isn't it freaking adorable how both Odysseus and Penelope could remember down to exact detail what clothing she had packed for Odysseus before he left for war even 20 years later?!
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And she packed them herself. She didn't use the help of any servant or slave to do it. She wanted to prepare her husband herself. What is even more is that all the clothes were of vibrant colors which had me thinking;
What if Penelope deliberately prepared vibrant colored clothes for Odysseus solely so that she could see him from afar for as long as possible?! And man I can so imagine her doing the same! Like standing on the top of the hill where the palace is, wearing a vibrant dress that floats in the wind, holding baby Telemachus in her arms and watch Odysseus's bright tunic on the ship and Odysseus turning his head to look up at that aetherial figure on the hill almost leaning over the ship to see her JUST FOR A LITTLE LONGER until he cannot see her anymore and this is where he keeps looking at his island becoming smaller and smaller to the horizon, shedding tears of goodbye
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Man ninjas are cutting onions around me again!!!
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acknowledgetheabsurd · 5 months
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Live! Live, my darling; that's all I ask of you. Of your love, I'm sure. Live. As long as you live, I will always exist in this world and the only thing that I see happening with horror in this future that is reserved for us is this death that will separate me from you forever.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#173]
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queerism1969 · 9 months
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crueldesire · 2 years
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separation can be a terrifying thing.
louise glück, ‘for my mother’ / dead ringers (1988) dir. david cronenberg / jane eyre (2011) dir. cary joji fukunaga / hannibal (2013-2015) / dante émile, journal entry / possession (1981) dir. andrzej żuławski / anne carson, ‘the beauty of the husband’ / hannibal (2013-2015) / dead ringers (1988) dir. david cronenberg
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thirdity · 6 months
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Any lying language creates at once in a single stroke a pseudo-reality, contaminating reality, until the Lie is undone. As soon as one lies one becomes separated from reality. One has introduced the falsification oneself. There is one thing no one can force you to do: to lie. One only lies for one's advantage. It is based on an inner decision invisible to the world.
Philip K. Dick, The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick
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inevitablesblog · 2 months
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Salta, es mejor llorar unos meses que arrepentirse toda la vida.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I was house-sitting for Hozier, and I hung out in his reading nook (which you had to climb to get to) and we shared some tea after he got back from the woods. He let me pet his dog, and reassured me about my parents separation.
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aziraphales-library · 5 months
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love this blog sm, thank you for your work :)
Got any reunion fics, of them being reunited after being worried about each other. Everything under reunion tags seem to be break-up related and I'm looking for more of a hurt/comfort thing
You might be interested in our #kidnapping tag, as those fics often include separation, worry, and hurt/comfort. Here are some non-break up reunion fics...
Quietude by actualchangeling (G)
When the weight of the world had become too much to bear, Crowley had reached out for the comforts of sleep. Now, a year later, coming home to the one being he has ever considered family, he discovers it is easier to share it than to escape it.
Someday I'm Gonna Be Free, Lord by MnemonicMadness (T)
“How have you… whiled away the last two years?” He supposes it is a better conversational starter than Still a demon, then?, if only slightly. The silence shaped to fit where the words my dear might ordinarily go somehow feels even quieter. “Oh, uh, uhm… Yeah, whiling, it’s been a while, lots of… you know. Wiles. A very wily while. You know how it is.” “Yes, quite.” He hesitates, rethinking his answer. “Well, no, wiles aren’t really my department. Blessings, though, and a miracle here and there. It’s been rather peaceful.” Lonely, he doesn’t say. - A tale of love, Love, ineffability, and loopholes.
Lost and Found by Nadare (T)
When Aziraphale is late for a date, Crowley instantly knows he's in trouble. His journey to find Aziraphale will take him to old and new places, as well as reveal what's truly important in the end.
I Jump Off And Into Your Arms But I Can't Trust The Fall by adashofblue (T)
Excerpt from fic: "Akin to a snap of one’s fingers, the world the angel had come to know; his tidy little bookshop and home - was gone, and replaced by a blinding light." Or, Aziraphale falls. Will he be able to escape Hell and return to his husband?
Be My Light by fractalgeometry (T)
Aziraphale has a headache. Heaven has a vendetta. Crowley is very not okay with his angel disappearing without warning. Neither he nor Aziraphale like the dark, or the idea of spending unknown amounts of time away from Earth against their will. Clearly, they have to get back to normal. The problem is, how?
My Favorite Ghost by DiminishingReturns (T)
Decades after the world didn’t end, Heaven and Hell got their war — and nearly destroyed everything in the process. When Aziraphale finally manages to reacquire a corporation and return to Earth, he discovers he was gone longer than he thought and the planet has become unrecognizable. As he searches for Crowley and tries to figure out how he fits in a world that Heaven, Hell, and God have all wiped their hands of, nature works around him to reclaim the bones of an old civilization as the scraps of humanity build a new one. A lush and optimistic post-apocalypse story, told from the POV of an immortal who can't let go of the past.
- Mod D
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