#the angels' melancholia

[maniccherrygirl]

[yoan-le-grall]

[willowylady]

Untitled 2D Artwork, c.1975 - 1985, by Greer Lankton

Courtesy of Mattress Factory

[raveyardwalks]

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[ineffabledog]

hi hello, you can call me harley, i’m 25+ and use they/them pronouns.

i got very deep into good omens in mid-2023 and this blog is where i put all of the wonderful things i see this fandom create!

this is a sideblog, i follow from my main, @ectodog!

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[cinemajunkie70]

The happiest of birthdays to Charlotte Rampling! The Night Porter is one of my all time favorites!

[gregor-samsung]

El olivo [The Olive Tree] (Icíar Bollaín - 2016)

[longlistshort]

Lezley Saar’s Melancholia Passing into Mania, 2012, spotted at Walter Maciel Gallery in 2014.

[brudulje]

love, does it hurt?

[emelineviolette]

TAG DROP

[yorkcalling]

Discovery: Little Jet

Little Jet are a Los Angeles, USA-based indie pop duo who have caught my attention through their deep, dreamy and eponymous second single from their forthcoming debut EP Cabin Fever. (more…)

[mcgnagallsarmy]

hi, have you read any spuffy fanfics where drusilla plays a major role in the story? :)

Hi Anon!

The first one that comes to mind is obviously The Darkling by OffYourBird, though I think her role only gets revealed towards the end of the story.

The Darkling by OffYourBird [NC-17]

When Buffy’s quest to get Spike returned to her is fulfilled in an unexpected way, she finds herself in a complicated relationship with an intrigued master vampire who isn’t the man she loves, but who might be someday… if she can convince him to step out of the dark.

Some other stories that feature Dru more heavily or where she has an important, if not so big role:

Favor by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Spike asks an impossible thing of Buffy––and is stunned when she says yes. Could he really have gone up in her estimation?

Valentine's Slay by Holly [NC-17]

It's Spike's fault, really. He should know better than to try to make a plan.

Eucharist by Holly [NC-17]

He had it all. The prophecy and the girl, merrily ever after and all that rot. But life doesn't stop. (sequel to Inside Man)

Dinner For Two by sweetprincipale [R]

Spike decides that Drusilla needs a good dose of romance and remembering happier times to shake her out of her melancholia. As Halloween looms and evil gets the night off, he decides it’s the perfect night for a romantic evening for two, complete with a nod to the holiday. Buffy’s thinking the same thing, only she’d like to catch a distant Angel’s eye. Spike and the Slayer happen to be at the same “chaotic” costume shop at the same time, but neither has quite the evening they expect once the costumes are donned.

Lost Little Lamb by Sigyn [R]

Things go differently in the episode Halloween. Giles loses his fight with Ethan, and the Janus spell is never broken. Buffy the Vampire Slayer no longer exists, just a helpless young woman from 1775. But that’s… wrong. Even a vampire knows it. Can a vampire just take it upon himself to retrain a slayer as the slayer?

[loneberry]

FIRST TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE

Images from my first total solar eclipse, depicting the outer corona, inner corona, prominent prominences, diamond ring, and the partial phase. Photos taken by Dan.

A black sun. Never had I seen a black sun, that insignia of melancholia that will forever remind me of Kristeva, which will forever remind me of M’s suicide—it was one of the few books M had with her at the very end, the book that her mother believed was the key to why she did it.

Black sun. On the day of—or day after—M’s death anniversary. I had been weeping for days when I found myself beneath that darkening sky.

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What’s the difference between a partial and a total eclipse? I vaguely remember going onto the playground with some glasses as a child, but I don’t remember what I saw in the sky. What’s the big deal? The sky goes dark for a few minutes. It can’t be much different from the onset of night.

Wrong.

The rhapsodic scientists I listened to on various podcasts convinced me that there is really no comparison between a partial and total eclipse. I tried to hatch a last-minute plan to get myself in the path of totality. In the days leading up to the eclipse, I would be at the French King Bridge for M’s death anniversary. The only person I knew in Western MA, besides M’s mother, was my poet friend Ethan. So I asked him if he had a plan to see the eclipse.

I did not know, when I texted him out of the blue, that his parents lived in the path of totality in northern Vermont, that his father Dan was an astronomer (communist astronomer!) and eclipse chaser (this was his 14th eclipse), that Dan had even organized the local viewing event and wrote a book on the history of astronomy. At Ethan’s parents’ house there were literally photographs of eclipses mixed in with the family photos (see below). His father had even built a little observatory on his land. I had, in the most haphazard fashion, found the perfect guide to my first total solar eclipse.

Dan brought his equipment to the eclipse viewing: cameras, filters, binoculars, and a $4000 hydrogen alpha telescope that we used before the eclipse to look at the sun’s prominences and a sunspot on the surface. He enthusiastically answered all my questions. How had the Babylonians worked it out so long ago? Why does the wind pick up when the eclipse begins? Why is the sun’s corona so much hotter than the sun’s surface? (It’s still a mystery to the scientists…) Why why why. (People often tell me that I always ask a lot of questions—almost like an eternally curious child.)

The eclipse. It is not like the dimming of sunset, with its orange hues and plunge into the horizon, the low angle. It is a light unlike any light I have seen before, a strange dream-like atmosphere, a gray yet shimmering unreality, the air suddenly cold, the birds in a confused tumult. The uneven temperature of the atmosphere makes the wind pick up as the moon slowly covers the sun. Though the light was not the gold of sunset, you could see a band of orange on every horizon like a 360 degree sunset, an eerie gloaming that electrifies your skin.

A silence descended on the field as the moment of totality approached. Then, audible gasps—we couldn’t believe what we were seeing. I think the first thing I said was, “Holy. Shit.” Nothing prepared me for the numinous beauty of the sun’s corona, those elegant wisps of bright white light haloing the black sun. I think it’s probably the closest one can come to seeing God while alive on this earth. I cried during totality while observing the patterns in the corona through binoculars. A beautiful pink arch of plasma (a prominence) was visible toward the bottom of the sun. Dan pointed out Venus in the sky.

In the center of that black hole there is an abyssal silence

I don’t know how to describe it. Celestial indifference to human endeavor, human emotion. A kind of coldness in that heat, the heat of the corona, beyond even the fires of Hell. Then I can hear the angelic squall of the corona ringing over the landscape. It is a sound full of grace even as it cannot be called happy.

I can see why the ancients might interpret an eclipse as an augur of something deeply ominous, perhaps apocalyptic. The experience is, at once, sublime, ecstatic, and deeply unnerving—all your perceptual faculties are telling you that something is wrong. The ongoingness of the world and its rules cannot be taken for granted, for the sun went black, not in my dream, but in the afternoon sky.

And just as soon as it began, it was over. We had almost 3 and half minutes of totality. I was surprised by how quickly the sky brightened, how much light we get when the sun is almost completely covered.

One day the moon will float away. There won’t be any more total solar eclipses. Be grateful you were alive during this slice of cosmic time.

This is my favorite scene in all of cinema, from Béla Tarr's Werckmeister Harmonies. Watch drunkards reenact an eclipse in a drab Hungarian bar...

Ethan and communist astronomer dad!

I even got eclipse-branded maple syrup (peak Vermont)

[nantosueltas]

More of my OC Aradia in her Spidersona version, Melancholia. Suits are a good excuse for me to study anatomy a little further (which I never do normally 😳). The concept of this suit is Moon and poison. Originally Aradia is a witch, with a connection with the Moon and Star magic and poisonous plants. Her suit has doodled lilies-of-the-valley and her earrings are angel's trumpet.

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[oceansxchild]

"Two can only keep a secret if one of them is dead"

[planesky]

Some of my favourite underground music artists, part 3:

I won’t even say anything, just go now on whatever music platform you are using and listen to the EP “for those who suffer from melancholia” in order (do not shuffle) and thank me later.

Cesourius - Alternative

The voice of angels and fairy tales is her voice, her music feels like an elven wood in early morning, so calm and perfect. So I honestly cannot recommend enough cause she is so underrated.

Lily Williams - Acoustic Indie

Modern fairytales written by a ballerina, I know, it can only be either good or amazing, and it is. I honestly don’t know what else to think or say besides… It’s art. So go listen.

Mikayla Geier - Pop

Did you ever thought I wish the Beatles did the soundtrack to La La Land? Well, you should have. Because maybe they didn’t, but there is someone who created just this vibe.

Sid Simons - Rock

It took a really long while, I know, sorry about that… But here it is, we got it. Part 3. I don’t know when and if part three will come out but maybe…

@wannabefemalerage

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