#you can never go home again

[drmorbius12]

20 June 2024

The cool, damp stillness of a late summer solstice evening is mysterious and wonderful.

And it is summer now that the Sun has performed its annual slow down and stop dance performance.

Tomorrow, it will inevitably pirouette and begin the journey back south in a long fall to the autumnal equinox.

The characteristic deep blue of the northwestern sky is an exquisite velvety reminder that life comes and goes like the wink of a firefly's luminescent greenish yellow flash.

Comforting in its dependability, but unsettling in its portent: How many more turnings will I witness before I, too, perform that same slow down and stop dance for the final time?

[tavina-writes]

currently absurdly amused by how I once wrote a Naruto Self Insert fic where the Self Insert was a dead PhD student who had caught tropical disease-kun while studying rice while I am staring at my notes for my presentation on rice dwarfing genes.

I am a PhD student. Studying rice. (I don't have mysterious tropical disease-kun though, so that's great.)

[life-set-to-random]

I feel this, hard.

I’m never going back to my village, if I can help it, it’s not home anymore. Unfortunately that leaves one feeling like no place is home, you just live there.

I want my ashes buried in Canaan with the rest of my family after I die, but I won’t know if that doesn’t happen.🤷🏻‍♀️ Knowing my luck I’ll end up in a Pauper’s Grave like my great-grandmother.

[kuuniichi]

Different Homes....

[harbingrs]

Thrown out of a moving limousine Tied up in corners with no hope of escape Followed at high speed Roughed up and handcuffed and led away

Dangled upside-down from a great height Tied to the rails as the train rounds the bend Hijacked and hotwired Snarled at by dogs against the chain-link fence

Then she tells you Then she tells you Then she tells you you're not home

[twoheadedfawnn]

playlist abt being stuck in a dead end town, the feeling that something’s missing, dimly lit bars and cigarette smoke, being haunted, violent delights with violent ends etc etc

[winterhawk-olympic-bang]

You Can Never Go Home Again by FlawedAmythyst

Artists: Kangofu-CB, ClaraxBarton

Summary: Clint and Bucky have been fucking after missions for a while but as long as Bucky tells himself they’re just buddies letting off steam, he can pretend it doesn’t mean anything queer. Which works great, right up until it doesn’t. Just as he’s trying to distance himself from Clint to avoid the mess he’s made, an altercation with a mutant ends with both of them sent back in time to the place Bucky still considers home: 1939 Brooklyn. Trying to lay low and not fuck up the timeline, they're forced to depend on each other to survive in the past. While Bucky slowly starts to work through his issues, Clint throws a wrench in the works by making pals with the guys next door - a much younger Bucky and Steve.

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

(Please see tags on the fic for further trigger/content warnings.)

Read the fic here!

Art:

1, 2, 3 by Kangofu-CB

1, 2 by ClaraxBarton

The following WHOB medals have been earned for this collaboration!

@flawedamythyst​ - Writer’s Bronze Medal

@kangofu-cb​ - Artist’s Silver Medal

@claraxbarton​ - Artist’s Bronze Medal

[ysapawithfeelings]

You can never go home again.

Last night, because it was raining somewhat hard, I dropped off a close friend (who was also a former work colleague of mine for over a decade) at the lobby of where I used to be employed. Just to set the context: we had dinner; it rained; she had no umbrella. Naturally, I suggested to just drive by ABS-CBN's main building's lobby, so she wouldn't get soaked. I wasn't even going out of my way, so it was truly okay.

Upon entering the gate of the compound, I felt giddy with excitement, and my heart filled with longing. After all, this was my playground for more than 11 years. I invested a lot of hard work and creativity here, not to mention, forged long-lasting friendships as well.

But then to my surprise, the excitement was quickly replaced by some other combination of complex emotions. It honestly felt like going somewhere familiar that’s deeply filled with memories, and good times, and nostalgia, but at the same time, it also felt like that very old life quote rings true:

You can never go home again.

And because I cannot seem to articulately explain what that means, I googled it: “Whether or not you want it to, time marches on. Even if you want things to stay the same, people change; your circumstances change; and you can't ever recreate the memories of your past—so best to accept it and move forward.”

And I have.

God, it took me so long, and there were many times I felt I wouldn't make it, but by some miracle, I did.

And I say all these reflections with grace, humility, gratitude, and love. Always with love.

[ionomycin]

[mysticdragon3md3]

Returning To A Home That Doesn't Exist by Quimbles

[stateofregraceion]

Uhmm wtf hatsune miku 😹😹😹

[lovely-v]

Me before completing the forest temple: okay I get that ocarina of time is fun and nostalgic for people but it’s a bit of a stretch to call it one of the greatest video games of all time

Me after completing the forest temple: By revealing that Link is not a Kokiri, but a Hylian, the game effectively strips him of his humble origins amongst a group of people that already fail to recognize him in his adult form. Thus, kokiri village instantly becomes a location that is no longer Link’s home in any sense, exacerbated by the fact that the game now loads up in the temple of time instead of Link’s bedroom— he is a stranger in the only place that has ever been familiar to him and he is depressingly reduced to his destiny alone. However, the subsequent introduction of the time travel mechanic, which allows the player to travel from the horrific apocalyptic future back to the idyllic past of Link’s childhood, gives new meaning to the idea of this “destiny”. In effect, Link is not a stock “chosen one”, but a protagonist who consciously decides to fight onwards. Link’s dual existence as a child who knows the grim future and as an adult who was powerless to stop disaster gives a sort of desperation to his character, because while it brings the player relief to revisit the Castle Town that is populated by cheerful villagers instead of lurking zombies, the story can only be progressed through the acknowledgement of reality — the decision to make those seven years pass again. Therefore, both the player and Link as a character must be proactive in their heroism and make the conscious choice to struggle onwards despite the darkness that permeates—

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Welcome to the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

[troyandabedsnewapartment]

THE PLACE YOU MISS DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE, HOME IS THE FIRST GRAVE.

1. Mateo Manaure, Suelos de mi tierra (1967) | 2. tumblr user @ryebreadgf | 3. Manuel Cabré - Sol en los cerros (1919) | 4. Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch | 5. José Antonio Quintero, Vista del Ávila desde la avenida Sucre hacia la Cota Mil (1977) | 6. Anna Kamienska, A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook | 7. Pedro León Castro, Armonía (1947) | 8. Vardges Petrosyan, “A Shirt Made of Fire” (trans. @metamorphesque) | 9. Próspero Martínez, Paisaje del Ávila —vista desde El Calvario— (c. 1920) | 10. James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room | 11. Jesús María de las Casas, El incendio del Ávila en 1883 —reverso— (c. 1915) | 12. Miriam Adeney | 13. Gabriel Bracho, (detail of) Cota 905 (1956)

[mojaves]

ALEX SHEPHERD, THE BOY WHOSE SOUL IS BOUND TO EARTH AND HE CANNOT DIE. // a.k.a how one small mistake can make you wish you stayed dead

jenny holzer / saturniinne / sun bleached flies - ethel cain / orofeaiel / cecil castellucci / violetteforevernever / ojibwa / i know it's over - the smiths / tathève simonyan / stellernorth / robert bly

[buqbite]

it's kinda fascinating to me how welt has been "at the end of his life" for like. several decades by now. he goes on and on about how old and weary he is and how "his job is done" and his story is over but- oh wait i just realized i can phrase this in a very funny way- he's kind of sorta immortal now because he got the herrscher core back, so he's really just stuck in the epilogue for all eternity