#Literary Reflection

[wickedzeevyln]

Where My Gears Gets Turning

Daily writing promptYou get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?View all responses The basement is the space I’ve claimed—a room without pretense or clutter, where all forms of books live—physical copies, audio books, and an e-book library holding thousands of books I won’t likely go through in this lifetime. So no shortcuts to putting the pen to the paper. It’s…

[i-gwarth]

btw we do *get* that the worldbuilding of DE parallels the character's arc right? We understand that, right? That Our Guy commits all but a sliver of himself to the oblivion of amnesia in a moment where the only alternative he could see was suicide. And at the other end of that tragic attempt at self-annihilation he gets the chance to reinvent himself and overcome the longstanding, persistent habits that brought him to the cliff's edge to begin with. And that the world itself is presented as approaching an equally definitive precipice, with one of the richest characters in the cast even remarking that Capital is dead, and everything else being 20-odd years away from being swallowed by the pale

And we understand that the pale is forgetting, right? Right? It's informational entropy applied to the world, facts and events and places and memories being destructured and obliderated, reduced to an indistinct soup of whispers, past present and future. That it emerges from humanity's collective inability to imagine a future beyond moralist capitalism, and that this inability to see the horizon inevitably metastazises into Mesque's accelerationist nihilism that ultimately destroys the world. [starts shaking you] WE UNDERSTAND THAT RIGHT??

That the game's splash screen is a view from the bay of Revachol, from the deserter's island. And we know what it shows, right? Revachol, in the distance. And beyond that what? A horizon? No! It shows Pale. Because that's his perspective. Because he has abandoned all hope, lost all sight of the future and has committed to self-annihilation. For him the entroponetic collapse is imminent. We see that, don't we?

That the game is a thesis on hope. That the world has the chance to reinvent itself from the precipice of oblivion just like Harry does, and that the only thing that can do that is imagining the future. A future. Any future, and making it. Piece by piece, day by day, committing to it, and refusing to give in to despair and nihilism. We understand, don't we, that there must be no truce with the f-

you know what, nevermind...

[loveofquotess]

The quality of the man you choose will only be as good as the standards by which you use to choose him.

Mr. Amari Soul // "Reflections of a man"

[cherrychevellet]

دست از طلب ندارم تا کام من برآید یا تن رسد به جانان یا جان ز تن درآید

I will not cease my pursuit until my wish is fulfilled, Either my body reaches my beloved, or my soul leaves the body.

Saadi Shirazi

[crazy-fangirl2524]

What pisses me off sometimes about aftg fandom is that people are too serious like I get it we love the characters we treat them like real human being BUT they are literally just fictional characters they are flawed and they should not be compared to actual human beings and the arguments are so dumb like

Andrew is so possessive and violent that’s the point

Nicky over steps boundaries that’s the point

Neil has zero self preservation or human sympathy and that’s the fucking point

Kevin is a coward and left Jean and says the wrong thing at the wrong time but that’s he point

Like personally I also love arguing and treating them like human beings and analysing and everything but at the end of the day we should not hold them to actual human beings standards because if we do this takes away the point of it being fiction

[astrogirlythings]

[xoceansx]

It's better to be unhappy and know, than to be happy and live as a fool.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

[rubypomegranates]

"If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve.”

Lao Tzu "Tao Te Ching”

[yasantiekspresi]

Black Swan

Within the vast waters I look upon,

I soon become engulfed with what I dwelled upon.

A mere glum reflection of I, a black swan,

Doleful as a creature like I could be; shamed upon.

As rivers of my eyes shaken the one I look down on;

The wretched reflection shatters like I, a black swan.

Black Swans, Dorrit Black, 1937 Poem By, yasantiekspresi

[dive-nire]

Dive Nire, Metanoia

[artemlegere]

I Am Half-Sick of Shadows, Said the Lady of Shalott

Artist: John William Waterhouse (English, 1849–1917)

Date: 1915

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Description

I Am Half-Sick of Shadows, Said the Lady of Shalott is a painting by John William Waterhouse completed in 1915. It is the third painting by Waterhouse that depicts a scene from the Tennyson poem, "The Lady of Shalott". The title of the painting is a quotation from the last two lines in the fourth and final verse of the second part of Tennyson's poem:

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

The painting shows the Lady of Shalott resting from her weaving.

The lady wears a red dress, in a room with Romanesque columns holding up the arches of the window reflected in the mirror. The frame of the loom and the geometric tiles of the floor lead the viewer into the room, where reds, yellows and blues echo the more vivid colours outside. A single poppy can be seen reflected in the mirror. The shuttles of the loom resemble boats, foreshadowing the Lady's death.

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[bloominginsilence]

"We must forgive those we feel have wronged us, not because they deserve to be forgiven, but because we love ourselves so much we don't want to keep paying for the injustice."

- The Four Agreements, Don Miguel Ruiz

[loveofquotess]

So, if you find yourself having to chase a man, stop…that’s the wrong man!

Mr. Amari Soul // "Reflections of a Man"

[clonerightsagenda]

Still stewing over how Riza watched Ed and Al swap sacrifices and probably learned some alchemy basics from her dad (and seems to have aptitude, given she's the one non-Xingese, non-chimera character to sense the homunculi), is willing to mutilate herself, and got pulled out of training to fight because she was just that good of a shot, so in the end she should've gone hey colonel I'm trading my dominant eye for one of yours. This works out for me too since I have to stay in the military for our Big Plan and would rather not be their star sniper anymore. Don't be dramatic about it.

Roy would not like that but what is he going to do, lie in his hospital bed and bitch about it? Ed couldn't refuse Al's sacrifice either. Second instance of someone forcing human transmutation on him but this time it's for his own good. Codependent bestie friendship bracelets partial blindness representing how uncomfortably far the other person will go even when you don't want them to. The Truth doesn't think they're quite grasping the lesson it wants them to learn but eh. Close enough. Leave the Ishvalans out of it.

[someoneyoumightloved]

"You are your own scriptwriter—never let anyone else write your part of the play."