#bloom night life

[dreaming-through-lines]

⊱ ─ CLIO’S FANART

Characters shown (in the first picture):

Qiu Lin ( Our Life: Now & Forever )

Baxter Ward ( Our Life: Beginnings & Always )

Cove Holden ( Our Life: Beginnings & Always )

Derek Suárez ( Our Life: Beginnings & Always )

Tamarack Baumann ( Our Life: Now & Forever )

Sebastian Ilahaj ( Andromeda 6 )

Caine Prins ( Tailor Tales )

Quest ( Blooming Panic )

Alkar ( When The Night Comes)

[eyrieofsynapses]

good evening, all. it is May the 25th. our lilacs are blooming, just as the ones at the Watch House did. and I am thinking about remembrance of the fallen, and GNU, and the love in commemoration.

y'know, I read Night Watch… oh, maybe a year ago and some months ago. and the lilac symbolism, the remembrance of the Watch, has always struck me with the depth of the emotion of it, the tangibility of it in the flowers. but I wasn't aware that today was the day until I saw commemorative posts, all that gorgeous artwork and more, on my dash.

I was also not aware, until now, that fans commemorated the day not only because of the book reference, but in support of Terry Pratchett and of those with Alzheimer's. which knocked me over a bit because of course, of course the group that would use GNU to honor him would do that. and… I've been thinking about GNU a lot, lately, and this caught me again.

I read Going Postal a bit ago, and reread it recently. both times, the parts about GNU made me tear up. this idea of the names, the memories, the lives of the clacks workers who dedicated themselves to ensuring that people heard each other's voices—all those names spoken again and again and again by that which they poured their souls into, winging along in the air as they could not, an eternal reminder that they were loved—how could that not touch a person's heart?

when I found out that fans online used it to memorialize him, I damn well cried. hell, I still tear up just thinking about it. do you know, there's a code for an HTTP header "X-Clacks-Overhead: GNU Terry Pratchett" written by Reddit users to put in webpages, where it goes unseen by the average user? and in 2015, when Netcraft took a survey, there were eighty-four thousand websites using it? it's eight years later—how many thousands upon thousands of websites have this now, do you think? how many little cables of light has his name flown along, now? how many times?

that alone is absurdly and unimaginably lovely in its own right, but… there's something else to it. there's something about remembering with the lilac sprigs every year, just as Vimes and those who were there remembered their dead. something about how, when we take up our lilac sprigs, we carry a little piece of the characters in our hearts, too. I kept trying to put my finger on why that makes me tear up the way it does. the conclusion I came to is this:

what greater way to honor a writer is there, but to honor them the way they did the characters they poured their heart and soul into? what better way to say we know you and you are not forgotten and your work and words and gifts to the world are held in our hearts forever than to remember them by their own words, their own vision? how else could we say you embodied all the good you believed in and wished to see in the world, but to memorialize them after the little pieces of their soul they wrapped in ink and put upon the page?

it is a knowing of the writer, to remember them in their way. it is not a worn-out faceless platitude, but a reminder that their work has been read and will continue to be, that the characters and world they loved enough to bring to life last just as their name does. such remembrance is warm and loving and delights in their memory even as it grieves.

and now Pratchett's name has been written in his tradition, over and over and over, across the vast plane of the Internet, where it will—with any luck—continue to fly for generations to come.

there is no way to truly express the beauty of that… but perhaps we can catch a glimpse of it in the lilacs, both ours and the Watch's.

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[krakrava]

[differenteagletragedy]

Sometimes when I feel sad I think about how in the Our Life x Blooming Panic universe, Derek would absolutely wreck societyboy, then I don't feel sad anymore.

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 30

“Throw Me Down the Stairs” by Sleigh Bells

[flyingcatstiel]

[hepbaestus]

I really shouldn't be going back into my era of playing visual novels again. Especially when I have two exams next week.

Oh well.

It's not like I'll stay up until 4am consecutively for three days in a row playing them, right?

(it's already too late, I've already started the downward cycle)

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

me, walking past a window, feeling actual warm sun for the first time in ages and forgetting entirely that i'm a very aroace winter child usually keeping away from light and warmth and romance:

Is this what they meant, The old poets, When they wrote of a rising sun, And brighter days, And spring fluttering in your stomach, And love blooming anew?

[twottie-m8]

I often see comparisons of y/n as the stars to sun and moon's, well, sun and moon

However, I've always thought about it as y/n is the earth, the planet of this metaphorical solar system

[zeestarfishalien]

Random neighbor: Your flowerbed is so green and lovely, I see buds on so many of the plants but I never see any flowers.

Me an enby farmer with adhd: That’s because they bloom at night.

RN: What?

Me: They bloom at night Karen. When I’m awake.

[rainingmusic]

Blue Oyster Cult - Take Me Away

[protaetia]

🐞

[amateruomi]

taggies.

[elisaenglish]

And our raw gothic conscience never ends...