#rise and fall

[skeletons-eat]

Oh look! It's the one time travel fic I can't stop thinking about.

(Desert storm/rise and fall saga by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning )

[tanoraqui]

Silm question of the day, open to all suggestions: if Annatar had stayed, well, Annatar, stayed content in Eregion and maybe married Celebrimbor, what sort of Weird (Evil) Maia Shit would everyone in the country, or at least in Ost-in-Edhil, have slowly been frog-boiled into thinking was completely normal?

Top of the list has gotta be an arguably unhealthy comfort with the sensation of being watched. It just stops raising the hairs on the backs of anyone's necks. Feel like someone is staring hotly, somewhat judgmentally, over your shoulder while you work? Annatar must be in his tower again! Yeah, he likes to be tall. Like a cat, yeah.

I think also... It's not that punctuality becomes a big cultural value, nor keeping a deadline, because this city is still dominated by the sort of person who goes on impulsive 4-day creative work binges. But there is a Community Calendar. And if you put something on the Community Calendar and DON'T keep that appointment, to which you committed, with perfect punctuality, then Valar help you because nobody on this continent will (and everyone knows the Valar don't do shit on this continent).

[vertigoartgore]

2006's Moon Knight Vol.5 #1 (LGY : #105) page 23. Script by Charlie Huston, art by David Finch, inks by Danny Miki, colors by Frank D'Armata and lettering by Joe Caramagna.

[autistic-writer-angel]

So what’s with the whole can’t talk to humans thing with the Octonauts?

"It just wasn’t done for animals to talk to humans. Humans destroyed their habitats. Humans tested medicines and cosmetics on other animals against their will. Humans thought the entire planet belonged to them. So, other animals kept their distance. Humans didn’t even know other creatures could talk."

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

The fleeting scent of white lilies

Decided to celebrate with @flashfictionfridayofficial on their 300th week of supplying prompts. Congratulations!!! I used four out of six prompts from FFF300 -we are not alone, the invisible guest, rise and fall, where the trees grow. This is an alternate universe. A speculation. A wish. But like always, with dashes of potential spoilers, so please tread carefully.

Fandom : Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters : Yukiya, The Marquis …

Word count : 1784

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“What then should a man have in readiness in such circumstances? What else than this? What is mine, and what is not mine; and what is permitted to me, and what is not permitted to me. I must die. Must I then die lamenting? I must be put in chains. Must I then also lament? I must go into exile.”

—Epictetus

OUTSIDE the storm was raging. The strong wind tore down the trees leaving broken branches and trunks on its path compared to the silence that was pervading inside the palace, which was treacherous. In one of the chambers, which used to be full of secrets and dirty politics, now reeked of despair and malaise. But thanks to the strong odour of the white lilies that decorate the room, they masked the strong scent of death.

The chamber was bare saved for a lone futon on the floor. This was the tale of the once great Yatagarasu who lay there, barely breathing, who wished for a swift death that never came. A single will-o’-the-wisp lantern next to him flickered creating uncanny shadows on the wall. His rise and fall clearly reflected on his dead eyes and the skin that quickly aged, as the sickness ravaged his body.

A rustling of robes made him turn to look at his left side. It was blurry at first, but a face slowly appeared recognisable. In fact, it was so familiar that the Marquis could trace it with his eyes closed ever since he was a pesky 13-year-old boy.

“L-Lord N-Nazukihiko? Is that you? Have you come to scold me? Have you considered putting your beautiful, long hands around my neck to end my folly?” His once powerful voice faltered. Infection shattered the vocal cords causing the injury to get worse.

There was no answer. Instead, the said hand stroked his head as if calming a nervous child.

The face looked forlorn yet there was a smile on it. A serious smile, faint yet real. The Marquis’s breath hitched, creating a discomfort in his lungs that coughing became a short relief. The left hand touched his back, massaging it while urging him to lie sideways, facing the invisible guests within the limits of his failing eyesight.

The Marquis furrowed his brows and squeezed his eyes shut and open them again trying hard to see who else was in the room. His effort was not successful. He moaned. His body shook with relentless coughing again. It was so violent that he threw up the last meal he had eaten. Haruma quickly wiped away the half-digested rice porridge mixed with phlegm from his face. Upon noticing the blood that stained the towel, he shook his head. Using a disinfectant he quickly wiped the droplets of vomit on the futon down to the tatami mat and hastily left the room to dispatch it.

The Marquis insisted that there would be no more doctors who had to treat him. He was ready to face the mountain god if necessary.

When the longtime assistant returned, the two guests went up to him.

“How long has he been like this?” Whispered a female voice, showing her deep concern.

“It has been five months and 13 days… it was all so sudden. It began with a smallpox outbreak in the palace. He deteriorated so fast. The doctors couldn’t pinpoint why the medicines were not working. We found out that the disease was imported from the Outside World. One of the Yamauchi-shu who returned didn’t feel well and died,” the Marquis’s adjutant said.

A proclamation was issued after that but strangely enough the dreaded epidemic didn’t hit the population at all.

She and the other female visitor, who was earlier caressing the Marquis’ head, listened to him intently.

“Miyoshi-san, I have to thank you for coming,” Haruma whispered to the person who asked the question. “I was not sure if you would grant my request.”

She nodded with a smile, waving her hand as if it was a small feat.

As for the other woman, it was not easy to convince her to come here. It was her uncle, Lord Natsuka, the director of the Meikyo-in, who served as the intermediary between the adjutant and the young woman.

Miyoshi was not the same girl 20 years ago. Her petite figure gone replaced by the roundness around her waist, a physical trait that her family members was known to have suffered from. She wanted to see the Marquis even only once after months and years he visited her, but there was no way she could because of circumstances beyond their control.

Slowly she walked toward the prostrate figure of a former friend. Noticing the huge difference from the last time she saw him, he lost the muscles that he acquired when he used to be a warrior. She touched his hollowed cheek. Her black hair was tied up causing the sick man to gasp.

“Shige?!! Oh god of the mountains! You are here at last? Have you come back for me?”

Miyoshi ignored the miscalling instead she held his hands, which he in turn kissed like a lover, he cried noisily.

“Yukiya… how I long to see you! The last time we met I wanted to call out to you and hug you,” Miyoshi confessed, the regrets were so many. “We could mourn Big Brother’s passing by comforting each other, but you were in a hurry…”

“You are so warm, Shige. I missed you. Please forgive me. Forgive me!” Haruma could not look away and, yet the pain that was akin to jealousy stroke his heart as he observed the slightly altered features of the youngest sister, who the Marquis erroneously referred to as his best friend.

“Shige, I have done so many things that you would despise me for if you knew. Awful ones that you tried to warn me about. I didn’t care, but I achieved what I wanted. I became a monster of my own accord.” One could not believe that this man who protected Yamauchi all his life with an iron fist would look back on it with such a profound sense of disgust.

“When you promised me that you’d make this nation a paradise, I believed you,” Miyoshi said while the Marquis patted her face.

“A paradise… yes,” he scoffed at these words. “I sacrificed so many of our people. I don’t know any friends. My family is dead and buried. They will never return. Unlike you, Shige.” He let out a smile, such a rarity.

It didn’t matter if the voice belonged to a female Yatagarasu. Haruma wanted to correct his master’s perception, but he didn’t have the heart to do so. This was the first time he saw him truly happy.

“This wouldn’t do.” The younger woman clicked her tongue in frustration. Not confined to stand in the corner anymore, she joined them. Miyoshi gave her some space. She looked up at the tall young woman, admired her beautiful face who reminded her of the former emperor.

“Nazukihiko, if you would, take me with you,” the Marquis greeted the pair of hands that touched again his face. “Take me where the flowers grow, I have enough. Let me be free.”

“I am not my father, Yuki-san,” the woman said slowly, with tears in her eyes.

The former strongman startled at the response.

Ah! There is no mistaking with that voice.

He struggled to open his eyes wanting to know his mistake. When he focused them with success, he marvelled at her beauty. How many years had passed since the Marquis had laid eyes on her?

The Marquis caressed the cheeks of the person close to him.

“Are you coming home, Shion?” The Marquis murmured. He was the reason she could not return to Yamauchi and had been hiding all these years.

“Will you let me come home then?” The princess asked him.

“I am tired of the ghosts that haunt me every day. More so the nightmares that give me painful memories. Come home and let me die in peace, here in my beloved futon.”

She put her arms around his chest and whispered to his ears that only the two of them could hear.

“Then I will forgive you, Yuki-san. Please forgive me too.” The princess kissed him on his forehead, his cheeks and lips. He tasted salt after a single tear dropped on his lips.

“Go to them. Go to my father and Shigemaru, who have been waiting for you.”

Miyoshi took Haruma’s hand, who only watched the proceedings in the background. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down.

All the years of subservience, unconditional love and nonstop devotion, Haruma could never replace the trio: the Lord Nazukihiko, Shigemaru and the Princess Shion. His hands were shaking. His lord’s memories refused to let go of these people, it made his heart ache.

“Haruma, can’t you tell, we aren’t alone now.”

“Your Excellency… yes, we are not,” he whispered.

For the first time since the Marquis had been confined to his futon, everything became clearer. He extended his hands to both Haruma and the women. Haruma cupped his cheeks.

“I haven’t said a word about thanking you for all the years that you stood by me. You are always there ready to break my fall. With this, Haruma, I entrust you the Princess, who will see fit what needs to be done in Yamauchi. She’s always been the rightful ruler all this time.”

He quickly turned away from them as he struggled once again with coughing, expelling the slime that blocked his airway. When he spat it out it was the moment that he stopped breathing. His eyes remained open gazing at the closed shoji.

Wind rattled the windows and the paper sliding doors and just like that everything turned quiet. The storm had stopped raging outside.

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In the hallway, Yukiya saw two figures conversing with each other in a quiet tone.

He wore an immaculate white Kariginu billowing from behind as he walked towards them. He felt so light as if the loads of responsibilities and hard tasks were taken away from his shoulders.

Yukiya felt free for the first time in his life.

The night was dark enough but seeing only the stars that illuminated his way, he joined them.

The beautiful man with his feminine features whose jet-black hair was tied to his back. The other man’s built was stronger, a sign of a great warrior, with his arms crossed and a gentle smile on his face.

“Come, Yukiya! Come with us!”

Yukiya gave his left hand to his former Lord and his right toward his best friend. Together they left the realm of Yamauchi never to be seen again. ~fin~

[howifeltabouthim]

'Sooner of later, everything falls: waves, empires, races, even gods.'

Jenn Lyons, from The Ruin of Kings

[korovaoverlook]

Art based on my Star Wars fanfic, The Doll and The General! Middle-aged Ben sparring with his clone is not a recipe for a positive mental attitude (for either of them). Poor Sid looks like a walking corpse.

[bayofwolves]

Rereading Rise and Fall

We're back unusually early to recap the penultimate, and my personal favourite, Spirit Animals book. If you don't know by now, these posts are essentially my notes from rereading the Spirit Animals books -- interesting details, stuff I missed and how I would change certain things. This is all part of my divine plan to revise and expand upon the series. Let's get into it!

This cover is one of my all-time favourites, apart from the short-haired Conor jumpscare (he has long hair in my universe). It's interesting how he is never shown with the axe he wields, only the shepherd's staff. I suppose they're striving for the most accurate portrayal of their characters on the covers, and Conor will always be a shepherd before he is a warrior.

Abeke's opinion of Shane seems to have deteriorated somewhat. In her first chapter, she doesn't think of him as a friend, only as an ally, and her attitude towards him is quite cold. This is most likely due to the fact that he is her jailer at this point. However, it got me thinking... it would have been kind of neat if Abeke's friendship with Shane slowly deteriorated over the course of these first six books. Perhaps because of what she sees him tolerate from his fellow soldiers, perhaps what she sees him do with his own hands. Perhaps both. She sees him do good, yes, but she sees the bad, too, and it makes her start to doubt him. When he saves her from the Conquerors and expresses his wish to switch sides, her faith in him soars -- of course he would do the right thing, she always believed he could -- only to come crashing down when he betrays her days later. I just think it would be more realistic if Abeke had some doubts about her Conqueror boyfriend as the war dragged on (she's not completely stupid, after all). If she chose to put them aside and trust in him, it would make his betrayal of that trust hurt all the more.

"Abeke struggled to keep her composure, but when she thought of that day at Mulop's grotto, frightening images passed through her mind..." "Then Abeke saw Meilin, and her eyes widened in fear." "Without meaning to, she lifted a hand protectively to her throat." Abeke having a lasting fear of Meilin could have been such a rich concept to explore. Of course, we're made to believe that everything is fine and dandy between the Four after the war is over, but what if it wasn't that simple? Like, Abeke loves her friend and knows none of it was her fault, but she can't help but flinch away when she comes near, remembering those cruel fingers around her throat. It takes some time and therapy for her to feel entirely safe in her presence... and for her to truly let go of those memories of how she treated her before. Abeke and Meilin's relationship had the potential to be so complex after the first arc, but they took it nowhere, and I'll always be disappointed in that.

In the Spirit Animals game, Iskos is much, much larger than he is described in the text. I wish they made him gigantic in the books, too. My headcanon is that Stetriol, as the fantasy version of Australia, has a whole array of giant insects and arachnids. Iskos would be one of these.

"Not much to look at, are they? But then, I knew from the moment I met Abeke that we had nothing to fear from her." Oh, it's gonna be so good when Abeke kills Zerif and the Wyrm in one fell swoop in The Burning Tide: Revised. The fact that Zerif has always underestimated her, only to be brought down by her in the end... for her to prove to him that she is a force to be reckoned with.

Rollan says Concorba was hot, which prompted me to flip back to the map and realize that his city is almost level with Okaihee. This is surprising to me; I always imagined Concorba as being farther north in Amaya and having a continental climate, with mild summers and harsh winters.

It's stated that Rollan has only recently learned to see through Essix's eyes, but he actually first experienced this all the way back in Blood Ties.

Enter one of my favourite characters ever: Irtike! Oh Irtike, I love you so much. The authors realized you were too powerful and shelved you, but I never forgot you.

I can't believe I almost forgot to mention such an important detail, but in my universe, Chinwe is Abeke's aunt, and Irtike is her cousin. Chinwe and Ikenne, Abeke's mother, were sisters. Abeke always had a good relationship with her aunt, and was devastated to learn of her death. However, this means that when Abeke cuts off her father and sister in The Evertree, she still has one family member in Irtike. I've had this headcanon for so many years that I think of it as canon.

I love Rollan's perspective on Soama, and the implication that she only appears more beautiful than Abeke because unlike her, Soama is treated with love and care. It breaks my heart.

Pojalo straight up disowns Abeke. This is actually unforgivable. Him refusing to say that he loves her, declaring that she is dead to him... the fact that they made up after this is absurd. What were they thinking?

A nice little bit of foreshadowing is when Meilin fights the Devourer in a dream and can't see his face because he is covered head to toe in armour -- she can only stare into the "gaping black eyeholes" of his mask. Come to think of it, it would have been cool if Conor had cryptic dreams about the Devourer during his group's time in Nilo. He could have been plagued by them all the way through the book, disturbing visions of the Devourer night after night that he cannot decipher. When they discover Gar dead, Conor thinks this is what the dreams were warning him of. But then they realize the truth.

I always wondered how Shane didn't notice Abeke was injured when he came to get her and Meilin, but it's possible Jhi was able to heal her bruises and scratches that quickly.

"Meilin could sense Abeke's softness... Even if Shane was the kindest of their captors, Abeke needed to be using him, not falling for him." This line always gets me. Abeke's feelings for Shane being on full display, but she herself remaining oblivious to them is something I can't get enough of.

I'm assuming it would be impossible for Cabaro to sire cubs with his lionesses, but all the same, are they his mates? Would a Great Beast even look at a common animal that way? It's an interesting thought.

If Halawir hadn't convinced him to remain neutral, Cabaro might have fought alongside the Four Fallen in their last battle all those years ago. I wonder, was Halawir was going around changing the minds of any others he felt would be sympathetic to their cause?

Cabaro mentions that Briggan was the only one the Great Beasts all trusted. So despite being formed by the same disaster and walking side by side for eons, the Great Beasts still had reservations about their fellows? Interesting...

Cabaro makes a good point about the Greencloaks and their spirit animals, and mankind overall. I wish we could have known what Briggan and Essix were thinking during his speech; for a series called Spirit Animals, we barely ever get inside their heads! Especially when it matters, like now! I want to know how the Four Fallen feel about being spirit animals. Is there any resentment there? Any feelings of being trapped in their new, lesser bodies? Any wishes to return to the greatness and independence they knew for millennia and leave their human partners behind? A conflict revolving around the Four Fallen themselves and the complexity of being tied to humans would be intriguing as hell.

"...Drina, as beautiful as her brother, Shane, was handsome..." To me, this is proof that Abeke is bisexual. She totally has a crush on both of them.

Gerathon is canonically Abeke's biggest fear. Can't fault her for that.

I hold the belief that neither Drina nor Shane knew she was truly going to die that day. The way I see it, the Conqueror leaders originally planned to stage a fake death, in order to give Abeke and Meilin a reason to trust Shane. Both siblings were aware of this... but Drina's death unexpectedly turned out to be real, making her terror and his anguish all genuine. Gerathon and the Conqueror leaders could have decided to kill her because she was putting up too much resistance to Gerathon, and they feared defiance from someone in such a powerful position would cause dissent among the rest of the Conquerors. (In ARHoE, I took this idea and expanded on it a little more. Drina believes she should be leader and queen instead of her brother, and attempts to stage a coup. Her reckless campaign divides the Conquerors -- some are loyal to Shane, some to her. Naturally, Gerathon rewards her treachery with death.) That's just my opinion though, because to my knowledge this whole conspiracy is never fully explained. I love Drina, and wish we got more clarity on what happened here.

I don't think Abeke was meant to hear the whispered exchange between Gerathon and Shane. I think that was her reminding him, in the face of his shock and anger over his sister really being dead, to go ahead with the plan and not flake out now -- lest he meet a similar end.

Meilin wielding a sword in each hand is metal as fuck.

Conor literally stuck an axe in a Great Beast's back. Holy hell. I want to see him telling this story to a group of excited children.

Meilin being unwilling to fight that Conqueror boy because he could be in the same situation as she is was such a good layer to her internal conflict.

Gerathon bites Cabaro on the leg, but her venom doesn't seem to have any effect on him.

I like how they gave Shane's family similar features. Gar and Drina are both described as having large eyes.

"As they approached the spot of scuffed earth and open air that led down to the oasis, a nameless dread overtook Conor." Conor's bond with Briggan giving him not just cryptic visions of the far future, but little premonitions of the near future, is something I would have liked to see.

We don't get to see Cabaro's reaction to his oasis being levelled, which is a shame. Also, wow, even with half the team the Greencloaks bring destruction wherever they go, this time to the animal kingdom.

Why did Gar summon a wolverine, anyway? From what we've seen, people only call up animals that are native to their homeland. In the real world, upon which Erdas is painstakingly based, there are no wolverines anywhere close to Australia. They live in the northern forests of Canada and Eurasia (Amaya, Eura and Zhong on Erdas). So... what's the explanation for this? Are there wolverines in Stetriol, despite the arid climate being nothing like what they are used to? Or did Gar somehow manage to summon a spirit animal from another land?

Sundown has to be my favourite chapter of the book -- possibly even of the entire series. It's the calm before the storm, and a beautiful look into a friendship that will never be the same again. The romantic implications for Shane and Abeke are as clear as day here: The way she keeps noticing how he looks (the sun lighting his face, the lids of his eyes, his arm when she lays her hand atop it), him huskily calling her amazing and her blushing and looking away. I love how it's not fully spelled out, either, and it's up to the reader to deduce that there is love there from the observations she makes, from the words they say, from the way she thinks about him. Their romance is so slow and gentle and bittersweet. This is the last tender moment they'll have. It's sad to look back on it.

My theory is that Shane was letting Grahv out of passive state while they were on the ship, to swim around in the water out of Abeke's sight. This would explain Shane's ease around water, which isn't, to my knowledge, a natural trait of his -- his crocodile is lending him his abilities. Shane is also mentioned to have been diving into the sea without a shirt on, and Abeke would surely have seen the tattoo if Grahv was in passive form during this. Shane could have explained Renneg's absence by saying he was below decks, since the sight of the water made him queasy, and told Abeke not to disturb him because he was resting. This theory is technically invalid because Abeke says Shane hasn't summoned Renneg the whole voyage, but I truthfully don't know how else he could walk around shirtless.

I don't like that Irtike goes right back to Okaihee at the end of the book. What happened to the Irtike who told our protagonists "my heart lives outside of Okaihee now"? She deserved to go with Conor and Rollan to Greenhaven, be present at Tarik's funeral, become a Greencloak in-text and live at Greenhaven thereafter. After all, the Greencloaks probably have more need of her powers than Okaihee at the moment, since the village's failed crops mean it is no longer a target of the Conquerors. At the very least, she should have been one of the returning characters from previous books who travel with the team to Stetriol in The Evertree. (To tell you the truth, I just wanted a whole lot more of Irtike. What do you mean they created a character who is no doubt one of the most powerful people on the planet and then never used her again?)

"Shane turned to face Abeke, his expression unreadable." I just know Shane is gonna have nightmares about Abeke's shocked, disbelieving, betrayed face in this moment for the rest of his life.

"Essix shrieked, and Halawir cocked his head toward her, listening." I love how the Great Beasts seem to be able to understand the Four Fallen, even in their diminished forms. Like they are the only ones who can still hear their voices.

Poor Abeke. She has only just been able to prove that she was not secretly a traitor all along, only just been able to hope for her friends' full trust, and now she has unsuspectingly paved the way for the Conquerors' ultimate victory. She must be fearing that she is farther from acceptance than ever before. My poor, poor girl.

I like Conor's character development into a strong leader and think it was needed, but it happened much too fast. Instead of laying the necessary groundwork for this change early on and building from there, these authors seem to prefer having their characters do a 180 in the span of a single book or even a few chapters. That and the way they handled Irtike are my only major complaints about this book, though.

Did Rise and Fall stand the test of time and remain my favourite? Well, yes! I enjoyed this book from start to finish. There were so many things I loved about it: The introduction of badass one-timers Irtike and Drina, Abeke and Meilin among the Conquerors, all the sweet Shane and Abeke moments, and the fact that we got three new Great Beasts in one book! Most of all, I loved all its ups and downs. I remember being absolutely blown away reading Shane's betrayal when I was ten; that whole plot point was executed very well. Meilin and Jhi surrendering themselves to the Conquerors, Meilin in manacles, Jhi embracing her, made me inconsolable. And of course, Tarik's death was a gut punch. Even with all these losses, though, the book ends on a hopeful note -- the team still has two talismans. They still have a chance against their enemies, however slim. They've hit rock bottom, but they're still looking up. It's a powerful ending, and one that's always stuck with me.

This is part of an ongoing series.

Wild Born | Hunted | Blood Ties | Fire and Ice | Against the Tide | Rise and Fall | The Evertree

Immortal Guardians | Broken Ground | The Return | The Burning Tide

Heart of the Land | The Wildcat's Claw | Stormspeaker | The Dragon's Eye

Tales of the Great Beasts | The Book of Shane | Tales of the Fallen Beasts

[tanoraqui]

[kicks open your door fully 2 years after my original post about it] ALRIGHT, TIME FOR THE "CELEBRIMBOR & ANNATAR DESTROY NÚMENOR AS A COUPLE" AU!

The Rise and Fall of Empires

A key lesson of the First Age was: Do NOT, under any circumstances, let a bunch of grief-enraged Noldor onto your continent, particularly not led by the House of Fëanor. The Númenorean Empire has failed to learn from history. (Also the Noldor, particularly the House of Fëanor, have acquired a notable Maia who is...mostly no longer evil. Officially speaking.)

Chapter 1. Pivot Point (A Prologue)

Mairon went to Mount Doom to forge his One Ring and he found that it was…lonely. Control, yes, he needed control, and power, yes, he needed power, because without these he couldn’t create the perfect, orderly world of which he dreamed (his orders, obviously). But it was just…

It had been pleasant, working with the Gwaith-i-Mírdain these last 400 years. It had been a reprise of the glorious company-in-creation that he’d had once upon a time in Aulë’s forges, before he found greater purpose with a greater master. It was disordered, yes, but now and then the hammers struck in time and the ideas shouted across trestle tables clicked together, and a metaphorical butterfly flapped its wings and the world changed.  

And at the center of it was Celebrimbor Curufinion, who was… who was…

[keep reading on ao3]

[dreamydespair]

Rise and Fall

Something borrowed, something used

As tears and laughter set the mood

That love then gets black and blued

Then someone’s broken, someone’s screwed

[ladyminaofcamelot]

Farilane, about Kile: "Maybe my type isn't a god, but a man whom I can't figure out, who keeps me guessing and makes me laugh."

Me: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Michael Sullivan: I'm not going back to jail!

[nuotare-in-cielo-aperto]

Rise and fall aesthetic.

“Il poeta, bramando di contemplare in ogni cosa il divino e realmente contemplandolo, rinunzia anche al proprio io, ma al contempo coglie l'immanenza del divino nel suo interno così ampliato e liberato. [...] Questo essere penetrati dal divino e questa vita beata e piena di ebbrezza in Dio sfiora già il misticismo”.

— Georg W.F. Hegel, Lezioni di estetica (1835-38)

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@danilades.artist on insta - your support means the world to me.

[partiallithopseffect]

If, like me, you adored the Doctor’s “outcrop by the sea” speech in the latest episode, I would recommend checking out the Big Finish Short Trip Rise and Fall, featuring the First Doctor and Ian. It’s free to listen to on Soundcloud and I highly recommend it for another, slightly stranger take on this idea!

https://soundcloud.com/big-finish/doctor-who-short-trips-rise?in=big-finish/sets/complete-free-big-finish

[tilbageidanmark]

The saddest book set in the library.