#Chernobyl of Hope

[wickedzeevyln]

Ennui

This is where dreams come to die. My personal Chernobyl. No one told me. So, I asked. Past an age of no return where even open mics are shutdown. Worries pile up like Lego bricks and the loose ones are hard on the foot—barefoot literally, and as I pepper the air with expletives gurgling out of my throat, my life flashes before my eyes. Ouch! Tranquility and I are not in speaking terms and my…

[sagawanuno]

[zeebreezin]

So here’s the thing about Vincent Beverley, right. He’s a manipulative, sensation seeking sadistic little bastard with a career built on indoctrination and light torture. Vincent likes his work and the power that comes from being the smiling face of these things, and he loves his Isobel, and his favorite doctor, and if you’d ask the man, he’d say that’s all there really is to him. Vincent considers himself a pretty simple guy.

And honestly he’s not… wrong? But here’s the thing with Vincent Beverley - that’s not the name he was using when he came down to the Neath.

A Sardonic Charlatan took the name Vincent Beverley as part of yet another con - He’d stolen documentation form some poor soul signing into the navy, looking for a couple years at sea away from his debtors. The whole ‘London is in a hole’ thing did mess with his plans slightly, but well, he’s always been one to adapt.

He was never a good person, not really. Opportunistic and dry, willing to use a natural charm to skirt the law. But he wasn’t a monster. Eventually he fell into recruiting people for some new construction, or scientific project, way out on the western edge of the Zee. After that was finished, the Charlatan figured he’d be heading for the surface, cashing out and seeing how much his stories of the mysterious world below would sell for up above.

Because here’s the thing about the Sardonic Charlatan - they didn’t tell him what was going on.

I mean, why would the admiralty tell everyone on Station V about their project? It was a dangerous thing, something on a need to know basis, but of course there were rumours. Rumours and little distant flashes of light. No one really knew how dangerous stars really were, though, when they were trying to build one.

So on the day when the Dawn Machine turned on, when the chosen few were watching aboard the ships, as the rest carried on on Station V… no one really expected what happened. Especially not a Charlatan who was barely invested in the cause to begin with.

It was beautiful, at first. People crowded around railings and docks to catch a glimpse of the distant light. It was almost sunlight, they said, and after so long in the dark, no one could fault people for getting enraptured. But then people weren’t able to look away. And the ships way out by the machine, casting long shadows in the golden glow didn’t seem like they were going to come back. Then of course, people started to change.

Here’s the thing about the Sardonic Charlatan, though - as self serving as he could be, he wasn’t a monster.

When the people you’ve spent months with start to break apart, bleeding light and hymn from every wound, it doesn’t matter if you share their sailor’s comradery or goddamn patriotism, you’re going to do something about it. Perhaps for the first time in his life, the Charlatan grew selfless as chaos reigned in the birth of new law on Station V. He gathered the less affected somewhere dark, somewhere safe, and made a plan. They’d get their own ship, and they’d high tail it for London. They’d have to know what to do - or at the very least, they’d be safe there.

No one noticed as something began to creep into the Charlatan’s blistered lips, a harmonious lilt that wasn’t there days before. He hid his wounds, he tried to do what was right, and he tried to go back into the calm of the dark - he really, truly did.

But here’s the thing about him, and here’s the thing about her. It was already over.

He knew it, but he wouldn’t admit it. She knew, though, the quiet but witty mechanic the Charlatan recruited personally. She accepted the machine quickly - another love melding into one in a single breath. It wasn’t hard, by the time she found him, collapsed and shivering. Trying to swallow down whatever light he could. It was her words, though, that sealed his fate. Even still, the Sardonic Charlatan went out screaming.

The dawnlight wasn’t kind to him - the Sardonic Charlatan had never really believed in anything before, and it burnt through him without restraint. Whatever his name was, whoever he was before the navy, before this job, he’s nothing but embers now. He loves the woman that saved him, so long ago, but some days he can’t remember the first time they truly met. All that matters is that he’s whatever he needs to be to bring more people into the fold, to be remade, happier and far, far brighter.

Because here’s the thing about Vincent Beverley. He’s a pretty simple guy. Anything else is long gone.

Here’s a lil Vincent dialogue test for making it to the bottom of this post lmao!

“That’s just the thing, though, isn’t it? People always seem to think of it the wrong way around! I don’t sell anyone anything, no, not really. I’ll admit it would be easier if I could just offer up a little slice of sunshine to anyone interested n’ be on my way, but… that’ll never really work. Dawnlight’s a powerful, beautiful thing, but there’s nothing like a human touch in this line of work. The secret’s simple: just be whoever they need you to be. A friend, a job prospect, a helping hand, a lover, a bringer of opportunity. The light comes later - and it will come later, don’t you worry. But once you offer sweet, lonely, desperate people just a little kindness? Well, then you’re already halfway there.”

[oddfamiliar]

Happy anniversary to one of the greatest movies ever made!

[chernobylchronicles]

My honest reaction when my professor said that I have to start writing my article all over again:

YOU ARE A WILD MAN

@fuerst-von-argot pls i thought that this day will be amazing but it was not

[wheelercore]

I realize why Karen going missing doesnt vibe with me and its because i need her so bad to have her investigator girlboss arc to break out of the unsatisfied housewife schtick shes being doing for 4 seasons. The potential is so good and its there. Also the Karen look alike on front of of the missing persons board at the end of s4 makes me think whichever wheeler goes missing, Karen is going to go full Chernobyl's Lyudmila try to find them.

[magpies-gold]

Kyle Hill’s latest excellent Chernobyl-themed video made me just so dang mad. I remember when I was first obsessively learning about the disaster around ten years back that the tourism aspect put me at unease then, too, but I was rather at peace with it because it felt like a rare window into a place that had been otherwise forgotten for decades.

Now I really just want it to be forgotten again so that people

stop

TOUCHING

THINGS!

Jesus Christ what is wrong with people.

[party-pixie]

i JUST changed all of my blogs' themes and you're telling me we might ACTUALLY have to jump ship soon?????????

[im-fairly-whitty]

Seems like a good time to post my Heaven Crowley design for no particular reason… Now a fitting portrait for a CrowleyGoes!AU in all its miserable glory.

Utterly washed down in style from sexy former demon to a dove grey jacket, and forever trapped with a set of rose-colored glasses that he will snarl at you for pointing out. Doesn’t matter what he tries to swap them for, they always tint red eventually no matter how hard he tries to deny his ability to see a better solution to everything in his way.

But when your partner is the new arch-angel of Heaven you find out quickly that ALL eyes are on you no matter what you do, and that attention will fray even the strongest nerves before long…

[cohendyke]

shoutout to the people i get approximately once a month who like all of my chernobyl posts luv u guys <3

[comicsmithy]

Well. Good!

[henryrodhamkissinger]

the best place to travel to get a real sense of the final meaning of human history would be somewhere within a hundred mile radius of Pripyat. the exclusion zone, baby. there you have it: civilizational death drive, personified in the first case by technical apparatchiks of a mass liberatory project which did not even attempt, from the very beginning, when it moved from quality to quantity, to reach beyond the confines of the brute law of exchange value and the attendant desecration of human life, where, like in its global neighbors to its west, catastrophe had already become a static state of affairs rather than an exception. russian bombs are indiscriminately shredding human bodies into diced meat, bodies inchoately decaying from radium, the former because one technocrat made a Decision, the latter for the same reason. Decisions have nothing to do with reason or purpose. They are only the banal operations of operators operating an operation, ad infinitum. this, I should clarify, is bad, lest I be taken as a grim nihilist or accelerationist. but you first have to inhale that bad air, deeply until it fills you, before you can act, against its principle of blunt, stupid, and Normal annihilation, with a real view of anything that remotely remains of human Qualitative value. only naïveté and deluded romanticism can be actually Effective, in a world where the practical and rational is simply the arithmetic of formless and univocally mute destruction. confront evil soberly, face it, and then we may find passages to joy. the simple halcyon days of the factory and the boss man have gone, only the normal and vigorously healthful insanity of accelerating Rational Solutions remains, in large part, so the most important chapter of Marx is no longer the chapter that tells us how 100 yards of linen equals one coat which equals an old world of rudimentary mobster exploitation, but the tenth chapter, which tells us, sparely and ominously, of the starving and delirious children who slave away at carrying heavy pots from here to there and here to there, 12 hours per day.

[daincrediblegg]

So anyway haha *twirls hair* since Jerry Anderson is thus far uncredited in the Last Of Us imdb page wouldn’t it be like haha JUST the pits if Craig Mazin brought back a certain Chernobyl alum to play him??? Only to??? 🥹🥹🥹 HAHAH oh I shant say it you’re making me blush 🥴

[chernobylchronicles]

All summer with them is coming

Sweet blorbo dreams to everyone

[luthiest]

09.04.2024

my friend and i went hobonichi shopping the other day in preparation for the new school year :) i got the plaid with the red case for 2025, she got the chartreuse with the pretty cover, and the cat portrait is my 2024 that’s rapidly approaching its end. kinda scary to think about, but this is my last semester in school for what will probably be a looooooong time if not the rest of my life.

i always start out super strong and spend the rest of the year slowly burning out, but i don’t really have the luxury of doing that this time around lol… gonna do my best, see how far it gets me. hope the start of the school year is treating you guys well! 🤍🤍

as far as personal interests go, i’ve been playing a lot of genshin, knitting, beading, and reading nonfiction this summer. anyone else seen the hbo show chernobyl or read midnight in chernobyl? i’m reading it currently after watching the show during my wisdom tooth surgery recovery (rip) and i’m firmly down the rabbit hole, i fear !!!!!!

🎧 : blue skies - ella fitzgerald

[cerastes]

I’ve been checking comments sections regarding the CEO shooter, because I can’t go into Chernobyl so I make do with the next best thing, and it’s actually been funny as hell how the vast majority of people regardless of political leaning all agree it was awesome and hope they never catch him. Goes a long way to reaffirm a long held belief of mine that insurance companies are the lowest of the low, that’s not even a political statement, it’s just a truth.