#12-31-18

[arthurs-better-half]

Malevolent - Arthur and Grief

Reblogs much appreciated

Memento Mori - Crywank // Malevolent - Part 20 // Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I // Malevolent - Part 20 // @/ojibwa // Malevolent - Part 12 // Stephen Dobyns, Grief // Malevolent - Coda // Nunemaker's Parable - Everybody's Worried About Owen // Malevolent - Part 18 // song for a lover - of long ago - Justin Vernon // Malevolent - Part 13 // Stephen Dobyns, Grief // Malevolent - Part 31 // C.S. Lewis // Malevolent - Part 21 // Trista Mateer, Cold Spot // @/robertszombie-deactivated202407 // Malevolent - Part 20 // C.S. Lewis // Malevolent - Part 26 // Youadan Teddy // Malevolent - Part 33 // Lisel Mueller, When I Am Asked // Adrienne Kalfopoulou, "Poem in Pieces, a Log," A History of Too Much // Malevolent - Part 20 // @/jb-blunk // Harriet Caie, Who Wears Grief Long // Anne Carson, The Glass Essay // Malevolent - Part 20

Everyone I love is gonna die And I will die as well I think about this before I sleep And have since I was a child

THE KING: Death surrounds you, Arthur. It stalks you like a black shadow that takes everything you touch away. You're cursed. You're damaged. A boy playing with matches that kills everyone sleeping in the house, while you escape unscathed.

There's a ghost in the house. But, I've learned that the house is me. And the ghost is also me.

And I would lie, if not to say, our relationship was pure, I am young, a cause of grief, Of this I am quite sure.

Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save.

ARTHUR: Hello? Faroe, darling? KING IN YELLOW/ "JOHN": Why is this the memory you refuse to let go of?

To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and silk; now, reaching out, I touch glass and barbed wire.

FAROE: Dada.

Turns out that the god he found was just a little girl Sitting on a swingset Just a little girl She said "Mister, you look tired I will let you go, but first I think that what you're asking for It just might make things worse"

THE KING (a whispered version of John's voice): Let her go. (Thunder rumbles) (A melancholy tune starts to play) ARTHUR: I will not. Not her. Not ever.

I have buried you In every place I've been You keep ending up In my shaking hands

JOHN: Call it embracing my human side, but I've learned that I can choose what I want to remember. No different than you. (Faroe's Song plays.) ARTHUR: You think I can choose what to remember?

I was dancing when I learned of your death; may my feet be severed from my body.

KELLIN: There's that fire that burned her. ARTHUR: Shut up! (Arthur starts to repeat 'this isn't real', very softly.) KELLIN: That burned so bright it brought your house down around you! That drowned your girl!

I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.

ENTITY: If you go out there, we'll both die. ARTHUR: I don't care! You're not fucking John, you're not my friend, you're a goddamn parasite!

every ghost story sounds like a love note if I use the right tone of voice. Which is to say- I don't always know the difference between haunting and hanging on.

"don't live in the past" okay well the people I loved are there

ARTHUR (passionate): Because I can't lose another person! (He breathes hard.)

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

ARTHUR (quietly pleased): Yes. Yes. Why did that pop into my head? You - You said bedrock. That's something that Parker would say. I hadn't heard it before him. (In a deeper, less accented tone, as if mimicking Parker's voice) 'You look like you've hit bedrock, friend.' (Returns to normal voice.) I wonder why that popped in...

At the end of the day, there is only you and your grief; reluctantly dancing, trying to avoid stepping on each other's toes, and occasionally failing. You'll dance until you've become familiar with one another. And I know people quiet the song, pause the dance - but when you go home and finally manage to fall asleep, grief will gently shake you awake and you'll have no choice but to dance again, your footsteps echoing with the weight of it all.

JOHN: It will drown you.

I sat on a gray stone bench ringed with the ingenue faces of pink and white impatiens and placed my grief in the mouth of language, the only thing that would grieve with me.

Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there

And there are nights, where he needs you, and he still crawls out of bed, And walks towards your bedroom door, before recalling that you're dead.

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

Incurious and undesiring, With memories for daily wine and bread, He goes his way, no more requiring. Take grief away, the man falls dead.

It isn't like taking an aspirin you know, I answer feebly. Dr. Haw says grief is a long process. She frowns. What does it accomplish all that raking up the past? Oh--I spread my hands-- I prevail! I look her in the eye. She grins. Yes you do.

And I want that someone to be you, as I write this, but alas, This pain will linger with me still, I pray this too shall pass."

[jtl-fics]

Hey. Guess what. ilu. Sorry you have the sads. Requesting pretty boy with hugs and kisses attached

12/18/24 WIP Wednesday (CLOSED) | Pretty Boy

“I’ll be fine.” Andrew says because nightmares are nothing new for him.

***

Thanksgiving at Abby’s house comes and Neil stays irritatingly close throughout the entire event. As if some other spectre from Andrew’s past would come and try to harm him. The worst part about Neil’s closeness the entire time is that Andrew is calmed by it but not because he thinks Neil would be able to protect him.

No, it’s because he can keep his own eyes on Neil.

Everytime Aaron leaves his sight he feels himself start to get increasingly tense until his brother returns.

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[alicewritingstories]

Whumptober 2024 Fills Part 3: Aftermath

AO3

Fandom: Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Central Character(s): Link and Zelda

No.8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION | Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

No.12: STARVATION | Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

No.15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA | Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

No.18: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes)

No.20: EMOTIONAL ANGST | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault."

No.27: VOICELESS | Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

No.29: FATIGUE | Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

No.31: ASKING FOR HELP | Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well." (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)

Warnings: Past emotional abuse, brief (non-graphic) mention of injury

Also a sequel to Febuwhump 2024 Day 29

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Link was trembling in Zelda's arms, not sure what to do, not sure how to stop the tears pouring down his cheeks, not sure what she even wanted of him now. He didn't remember anyone ever touching him like this. It… was almost painful in a way that wasn't due at all to pressure on his injuries or the ache of hunger in his belly or the thumping headache caused by trying to replace sleep with stamina elixirs.

"Princess," he slurred out through a tight throat. He'd called her Zelda before and he wasn't sure that was right.

He wasn't sure about anything any more. Since he'd woken up in the Shrine of Resurrection and heard her voice he'd had one purpose: save the princess. Kill the Calamity and save the princess.

He'd done that.

Now what?

Did he go back to being her dutiful knight? Was that what she wanted of him? He didn't think he knew how to do that any more. He wasn't who she remembered. He didn't think he ever could be again.

Trembling himself, he slowly put his arms around her. She squeezed him a little tighter and a shiver went though him, warm and cold all at once.

He wasn't used to hugs. Since he'd woken up nobody had hugged him.

It… it felt strange. Good, but strange.

She snuggled impossibly closer, still crying into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled. "I… I'm sorry, I…"

He shook his head. He was the one who had failed. He coughed to clear his throat and struggled to get the words out, hating how difficult it was to be articulate. He hoped the sound of his voice wouldn't disappoint her.

"It… 's not… your f…fault," he managed at last. "You t-t-ried… so hard."

She sat back on her heels, sniffling and wiping fruitlessly at her eyes.

"You… fought all alone… so long," he said slowly, the words coming out so rusty and awkward. "I… I'm sorry. Should… should've… protected you. Took… too long. Sorry…" His breath caught and he swallowed, trying to sniff back his own tears, trying to yet again put aside the hunger and pain and exhaustion. He didn't know who he was any more, but he could try to go back to being her knight. He could try.

"No," she said. "No, don't… don't apologize. I… I don't even have… the right to ask for help… when… it's all my fault. All of it." Her voice cracked into a wail and she buried her face in her hands again.

"No!" he rasped out.

"My father… he always said… I could… if I really wanted… And he… he was right," she said between sobs. "If… If I'd just…"

Tentatively, he put his arms around her again and guided her head back onto his shoulder. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to somehow express that her father's words had been cruel and unfair. That he knew she'd tried as hard as she could. That he had no explanation for why she had finally found her power when she had. He wanted to tell her about the memories of her he had clawed back together and what he'd seen of her pain and her longing, but the words slipped off his tongue and out of his mind as they always did.

At last, as she got too tired to keep crying and her sobs began to ease, he managed, "I remember… the Spring of P-Power. You… really wanted… t-tried so hard… I… believe in you. Did your b-best."

"No." She hiccupped. "No… I was capable of… of using that power… so the… the fact it didn't work… means I wasn't doing my best…"

For a moment a memory sparkled up out of the darkness in Link's mind: listening in helpless silence as King Rhoam berated Zelda yet again.

Father, I'm doing my best! I really am and you said that was all anyone could do!

If you were doing your best, you would have unlocked your power by now.

He blinked and was back in Hyrule Field again.

"Link?" Zelda had pulled back again and was looking at him in confusion.

He shook his head and swallowed hard. "M-Memory," he said. He swallowed hard and scrambled over words for a moment, once again struggling to articulate what he wanted to say.

To his relief, she just laid her head on his shoulder again and said softly, "Take your time, it's OK."

"I… remembered… your father telling… you th-that. That thing you j-just said. And… he was wrong. You always… did your b-best. D-dont rem… remember much, b-but I remember th… that."

There was a long pause, during which she didn't move from leaning against him. At last, she said, "You really think so?"

He nodded. "Did good."

She laughed, though it turned halfway into another sob. "I did good?"

He laughed too. "You did good."

And suddenly they were laughing together instead of crying, though he wasn't even sure what they were laughing about. He was so tired and he guessed she was too. He didn't know who he was any more or what he was supposed to do now, and as he remembered how driven she had been to unlock her power and how much she had been forced towards that as the only purpose of her life, he guessed she felt much the same. There was really nothing to laugh at, but still they laughed and cried all mixed up together until they were worn out, leaning on each other. Link's head and stomach and throat all ached. He felt a little dizzy as the last of the adrenaline faded from his system.

"What shall we do now?" asked Zelda, sounding as lost as he felt.

"Eat?" he murmured without thinking.

She laughed again. "Oh, Link… I… I am hungry, actually. Oh, I'm hungry." Another hysterical laugh. "A hundred years and I wasn't… but I didn't need to eat." Her breath caught. "I'm going to… I'm going to need so much help getting used to… being alive again."

He pulled back and dug in his pouch to pull out a perfect egg tart that he'd made at the last stable when he was preparing to make this final approach to the castle. He'd thought at the time it was probably a waste of space that he should use for another elixir - and he could have done with another mighty elixir in the battle - but had made this instead, with some premonition that he'd want it. And now he knew what he wanted it for.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as he handed it to her. "For… for me? These are my favorite!" She looked up, eyes shining. "Did you… remember?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to lie to her. "Not… really? Thought… might want… something." He could feel himself blushing. "And thought of… this. It's for you." Maybe he had remembered, even if he didn't know it.

Her eyes were still bright as she took a bite, but then she closed them with a long sigh. "Oh… Link, thank you so much," she said.

He smiled back, his heart full despite his exhaustion and hunger and the pain of his injuries.

He'd done it. He'd fulfilled the oath his former self had made. He'd saved the princess. He'd defeated the Calamity.

He didn't know what to do now, but for the moment it was enough.

[midcinmancave]

“Try, Try Again"

A visual novel, part 2 of 4

How far would you go for love? Tonight, we'll find out.

Story Prompts: "I know you better" "It's a new day, let's go" "Follow me if you want to live" "Are we happy?" "Did you hear that?" "Did you stick to the plan?" "You always have a plan" "This is getting ridiculous" "We've done worse" "Why are we doing this again?" "We can fix this, I know we can" "You didn't do anything wrong" "How did this happen?" "It's always been you"

Fictober24 Submission #02 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Leo Crawford, Louis Howard, Michelangelo Christophe, Sid Arnault, Giles Christophe, The Princess Warnings:  Grief, Death Rating/Genre:  General Audience, Drama, Mystery, Horror Writer/Illustrator:  Princess Destiny (@destinyumechan) in collaboration with the KoW Writer Project

[wandering-in-the-mist]

[aressida]

Feminists, I want to express how I feel when I see all of you (as someone who once held feminist views and disliked men a decade ago, but now that I have gained understanding): Enough with the sabotage!

Be the duty of a woman. -> Genesis 2:18

-> Galatians 3:28 -> 1 Timothy 2:9-15 -> 1 Corinthians 11:3 -> Titus 2:3-5 -> 1 Timothy 2:11-12 -> Ephesians 5:22-24 -> Proverbs 31:11–12 -> Genesis 3:16

[bebebisous33]

Jinx: To Give🎁 or To Take? The Subtle Battle of Love ❤️ and Power 🥊 in Jinx

Finally the essay "To Give🎁 or To Take? The Subtle Battle of Love ❤️ and Power 🥊 in Jinx is finished. Feel free to comment. Retweet/like it as support. 🙏@_MinGwa #징크스 #Jinx #Jinxmanhwa #kimDan #Jaekyung #joojaekyung #mingwa #jinxanalysis

Please support the authors by reading the Manhwas on the official websites. This is where you can read the manhwa: Jinx But be aware that the Manhwa is a mature Yaoi, which means, it is about homosexuality with explicit scenes. Here is the link of the table of contents about Jinx. Here is the link where you can find the table of contents of analyzed Manhwas. Here are the links, if you are…

[doulafaith]

Harmony

“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him.” Psalm 40:3 I am sure many of us have witnessed two distinct ways of singing a song and playing an instrument; and one appears to be more of a gift or an acquired gift than the other. There is the soloist and musician who studies the notes and practices methodically until the…

[kmac4him1st]

Regifted

[kusumyadav912]

⚡ जीव हनै हिंसा करे, प्रकट पाप सिर होय।

निगम पुनि ऐसे पाप ते, भिस्त गया ना कोय।

परमात्मा कबीर जी कहते हैं कि जीव हिंसा करने से पाप ही लगता है। ऐसा महापाप करके भिस्त (स्वर्ग) कोई नहीं गया। तो फिर हे भोले मानव फिर ऐसा महापाप क्यों करता है।

[archerstreet]

so finally i like 22 songs on ttpd

[turnip-root]

whoevers tags those are, you are wrong the next number is 2, this is a fact everyone knows

Where would we be without the number 3. She's given us so much. <3. :3. What's next

[jtl-fics]

Surely or pretty boiiii

WIP Wednesday 1/31/24 (Closed) | Surely

They make their way to the road.

Emily makes nice with a Trucker they manage to flag down and explains how their car broke down a ways back. When the trucker looks at Abram's bruised face Emily explains how Dillon had tripped and hit his face on the road.

Dillon nodded with an embarrassed smile to sell the lie.

The Trucker agrees to let them into his cab and the two of them rode the rest of the day with the man. Emily spinning a line that they were meeting someone at a destination so it would be better to get closer so their friend could help them out.

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[witchboxco]

2025 Witches' Calendar

January 13 ● Full Moon in Cancer (Wolf Moon) January 29 ● New Moon in Aquarius February 2 ● Imbolc February 12 ● Full Moon in Leo (Snow Moon) February 27 ● New Moon in Pisces March 14 ● Full Moon in Virgo (Worm Moon) March 15-April 7 ● Mercury Retrograde March 20 ● Ostara March 29 ● New Moon in Aries April 12 ● Full Moon in Libra (Pink Moon) April 27 ● New Moon in Taurus May 1 ● Beltane May 12 ● Full Moon in Scorpio (Flower Moon) May 26 ● New Moon in Gemini June 11 ● Full Moon in Sagittarius (Strawberry Moon) June 20 ● Litha June 25 ● New Moon in Cancer July 10 ● Full Moon in Capricorn (Buck Moon) July 18-August 11 ● Mercury Retrograde July 24 ● New Moon in Leo August 1 ● Lammas August 9 ● Full Moon in Aquarius (Corn Moon) August 23 ● New Moon in Leo September 7 ● Full Moon in Pisces (Harvest Moon) September 21 ● New Moon in Virgo September 22 ● Mabon October 6 ● Full Moon in Aries (Hunter's Moon) October 21 ● New Moon in Libra October 31 ● Samhain November 5 ● Full Moon in Taurus (Beaver Moon) November 9-November 29 ● Mercury in Retrograde November 20 ● New Moon in Scorpio December 4 ● Full Moon in Gemini (Cold Moon) December 19 ● New Moon in Sagittarius December 21 ● Yule

[thinkingonscripture]

Unlimited Atonement

Unlimited atonement is the biblical teaching that Jesus died for everyone. Through His sacrificial death on the cross, Jesus bore the wrath of God by taking upon Himself the sins of all humanity and bearing the punishment that was due for our sins.

Unlimited atonement is the biblical teaching that Jesus died for everyone. Through His sacrificial death on the cross, Jesus bore the wrath of God by taking upon Himself the sins of all humanity and bearing the punishment that was due for our sins. His death on the cross paid the price for the sins of everyone. Jesus’ death for sins is the foundation for reconciliation with God because God judged…

[cornelianlute]

tag dump.