#NONLINEAR NARRATIVE

[alenseress]

Night patrols

[ena-113]

A human crewmate, Mia, held a long thin box. It seemed to have paper and plastic peices inside, based on the sound. A puzzle perhaps? A few other crewmates trailed behind them.

"Hey Bob! Wanna join us? We're playing Clue, it's a board game from earth."

Bob nodded and joined the others trailing after Mia. He had no idea what a 'board game' was, but it seemed fun. They eventually all gathered around a table in the cafeteria.

"Okay, so it's a murder mystery and we have to figure out who killed Mr. Body. We're all possible suspe-" Mia started to set up the board and explain, but was cut off by Jli'yan.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but why do humans have a game centered on murder and distrust?"

"Cause it's fun, thrilling. Good for poker face practice." Kaya answered, shuffling cards. They then nodded towards Mia to continue explaining.

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[samanthahirr]

Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 3,558 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), M | Gareth Mallory Additional Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Crack Treated Seriously, Vacation, Seduction, Anal Sex 

Summary: A random mugging and concussion have left Q with no memory of his time at MI6. Unable to hold their erstwhile quartermaster against his will, the agency lets him go on leave…and dispatches 007 to surveil and protect civilian-Q from a discreet distance. But Bond decides to get a whole lot closer than his orders permit….

It’s my third and final prompt fill for @mi6-cafe’s 2024 Festive Fanwork Fiesta! I really challenged myself with an ambitious concept for this week’s fic, and writing it turned out way more fun than I expected! Enjoy a last bit of 00Q from me for 2024. And here’s to many more stories in the New Year!

[rocketinthesky]

We’re not meant to be, but my heart refuses to listen

Max already found his soulmate, and is in a committed relationship with her. But why is his heart defying fate and pulling him back into George’s orbit?

- A Soulmate AU (GAX)

-fluff, slight angst, happy ending, canon divergent, rated Teen and up

Part I

(Read Part II next) (OR read on ao3)

Max’s eyes drift over to George’s wrist, an intricately inked tree without any leaves peeking out through the long sleeves of his suit. They’re in another post-race press meeting, joined by Oscar, Carlos and Pierre. He’s mostly zoning out, which is easy to do when the reporters finally decide to take pity on him and ask the other racers questions for a change. He fiddles with his own left sleeve, skin cold under his fingertips as he runs them over it. It feels numb, the dark outline of a rose on his skin. It didn’t used to feel that way, once.

It’s not as mortifying as the first few times were, when George catches him staring. It’s both disarming and electrifying when that camera ready smile of George’s softens into something more genuine—reserved—as if Max and him are currently sharing a secret only they’re privy too.

Max can feel the automatic, almost desperate, way his own mouth pulls into a matching grin. And the resulting fit of giggles between them attracts the attention of the other racers and reporters.

It’s easy enough to dodge the question of what’s making the two laugh like a pair of schoolchildren when Pierre butts in with a joke, and it gives George the opportunity to lean in closer to Max, mics distant enough to not pick up the almost airy whisper of George’s voice as he asks, “What were you staring at my hands for, mate?”

Max stiffens at first before quickly relaxing when he registers the teasing undertones to George’s question. He deliberates it, thinks the logical thing to do would be to make an excuse or a quip, make them both laugh at the ordeal. But the curiosity has been gnawing at Max’s psyche long enough that he can’t help the way the question rolls off his tongue, relieved in their freedom.

“Did you find your soulmate yet?”

George seems to freeze at his question, the playful grin on his face tightening. Max immediately feels guilty for asking such a prying question. They’re friends, but they’re not quite close enough to delve into these topics. Questions about each other’s personal lives always stayed on the surface level, never breaching family.

Max might have just crossed a line in their already fragile, somewhat undefined relationship. They’re friends in a broader sense. They never hang out alone together, they barely text each other outside of the usual fire emoji react on each others’ instagram stories and obligatory congratulatory messages. But then there’s also this…tension, Max thinks, that’s always surrounding the air between them. A spark crackling down Max’s spine when they meet eyes across the room or accidentally brush shoulders. The heat of George’s body branding his skin whenever they pat each other’s shoulders in friendly conversations.

There’s that numbness where his own soulmate mark lies, a permanent reminder of Max’s failure to be normal, to be less selfish.

George evokes in him a thrill he’s only gotten before on the podium, above everyone else. The champion of the fucking world.

“I did,” George says, stretching the word out. The emphasis there feels past-tense—as if there’s a but there.

Max wants to press the matter, but knows not to. Only shrugs. “Cool.”

George’s face relaxes, the corners of his eyes softening before he leans in close enough that his breath scorches the shell of Max’s ear. “Didn’t quite work out, though.”

Max holds down the shiver from wracking his body outwardly, but he can feel the goosebumps rising on his flesh.

This knowledge shouldn’t excite him. He’s with his own soulmate, for fuck’s sake.

When George pulls back, corners of his eyes crinkling, Max knows for certain by the battering of his heart that he’s fucked.

Fate already gave him everything he could possibly want. But Max hungers for more.

Trying my hand at a trope i’ve been wanting to write for a long time, and what better ship than Gax! My first foray into writing for f1 rpf so i am very very nervous lol i’m still pretty new to the fandom. Feedback is very very appreciated, i’d love to know your opinions on this if you managed to stumble upon this drabble! I do plan on this having a part two, and potentially more depending on how many it takes to finish the story. Hopefully not too long lol. Hope you enjoyed <33

[pumaloafing]

Just finished the tutorial of 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim and ... geez the story is kinda hard to follow so far. First off there's 13 protagonists, which by itself is rough for me, then there's time travel and dimensional travel... and to top it all off the story seems to be told non-linearly.

It's interesting though, so I do plan on continuing it.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Best Harvey Keitel movies and performances:

1. Reservoir Dogs - Quentin Tarantino (1992)

[30ahchaleh]

تحلیل سینمایی یک غزل حافظ

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Nonlinear narrative

به وفور میتوان فیلم ها و داستانهایی را نام برد که قصه ی خود را "غیرخطی" بیان میکنند

اما من "کهن و کوتاه" ترین اثر ادبی که غیر خطی ، یک "عشق تراژیکی" را توانسته تعریف کند در غزلی از حافظ یافتم

برایم جالب است اگر بدانم این "ترین" چقدر "ترین" است که آنرا واگذار میکنم به محققین

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از روی شماره میتوانید بعدا روایت را خطی بخوانید اما اول بهتر است همانطور که سروده شده بخوانید تا بعد برسیم به تحلیل خطی

01- در دیرِ مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست

02- مست از می و ، میخواران از نرگسِ مستش مست

04- در نعلِ سمندِ او شکلِ مهِ نو پیدا

05- وز قدِ بلندِ او بالایِ صنوبر، پست

08- آخر به چه گویم هست از خود خبرم، چون نیست

09- وز بَهرِ چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

10- شمعِ دلِ دمسازم بنشست چو او برخاست

03- و افغان ز نظربازان برخاست چو او بنشست

06- گر غالیه خوش بو شد، در گی��ویِ او پیچید

07- ور وَسمه کمانکش گشت، در ابروی او پیوست

11- بازآی که بازآید عمرِ شدهٔ حافظ

12- هرچند که ناید باز، تیری که بِشُد از شست

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برای من جالبی غزل های حافظ در این است که غزل های او دربرگیرنده تنوع ژانری بسیار گسترده‌ای است

و هیچ متوجه اصرار بعضی حافظ دوستان برای تک بعدی نشان دادن خمیرمایه تمام غزل های حافظ نمیشوم

به نظر من هر غزل شخصیت خودش را دارد

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مثلا در موضع "عشق" در غزل های حافظ میتوان آنرا در دو گروه کلی دسته بندی کرد

عشق آسمانی(غیرقابل شهود برای غیر)ـ

عشق زمینی(قابل شهود برای غیر)ـ

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در این غزل که برای نمونه گذاشته ام میتوان به خوبی مشاهده کرد و فهمید که منظور یک عشق زمینی‌ست با قدرتی چنان که میتواند به "بعضی" از مدعیان عشق آسمانی طعنه بزند و آنهارا به چالش بکشد

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برای فهم این موضوع ،

کلید قفل این غزل در این بیت است

وز بَهرِ چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

معنی :ـ

برای چه باید بگویم فکروخیالم پیش او نیست ، وقتیکه هست

مفهوم :ـ

به خاطر چی باید انکار کنم و دروغ بگم که . . . ـ

تحلیل :ـ

چه کسی انکار میکند و دروغ میگوید ، کسی که از گفتن حقیقت میترسد چون برایش شرم ساری یا مجازات به همراه میاورد

و در دوران حافظ عشق اگر آسمانی میبود چنین پیامدی نداشت

این عشق زمینی هست که میتواند در بسیاری از موارد باعث دردسر بشود

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حالا که قفل این غزل باز شد ببینید حافظ چه کولاک غم انگیزی به پا میکند

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اکنون داستان را خطی تعریف میکنم

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در جایی که آن مدعیان عشق آسمانی جمع بودند یار من قدح بدست آمد

ـ قَـدَح = پیاله

ـ قَـدْح = طعن کردن

تحلیل:ـ

ورودی مستانه برای هماورد طلبی ست

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یار من از مِی مَست ، اما آنها که میگفتن از عشق آسمانی مست میشوند (میخواران دیر مغان) از چشم مست(خمار) یار من مست شدن (حالت مستی بهشان دست داد)ـ

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وقتی یار من در آن مجلس نشست آه و ناله و فریاد از دل و دهان آن مدعیان برخاست

اینچنین حافظ از تکنیک زلیخا بهره میبرد تا دهان آن منتقدان نامنصف را ببندد

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حالا حافظ شروع به تشریح یارش میکند تا ما هم متوجه بشویم چرا چنین اتفاقی در آن مجلس افتاده

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بعد که فهمیدیم جریان این یار چیست

حافظ احوال خودش را شرح میدهد

و در ادامه

آن تراژدی که گفتم آغاز میشود

حافظ میگوید

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نور و گرمای وجود حیات بخش من رو به خاموشی رفت وقتی یارم از پیش من رفت

البته اینجا ما هنوز متوجه نوع رفتن و فراق نمیشویم

بعد ادامه میدهد

اگر یارم برگردد حتی عمر از دست رفته‌ام نیز باز میگردد

یک تجربه عینی و نه خیالی از جوان شدن بخاطر اکسیر عشق

elixir

حافظ این استاد واژه شناس و تمثیل و غیر

از مثالی برای بیان "مدل جدایی" از یارش استفاده میکند که در آن بازگشتی وجود ندارد

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تیری که از تیرکمان توسط ول کردن شست رها میشود هرگز باز نمیگردد

در هر مدلی از فراق ، عاشق همیشه و همیشه امیدوار به برگشت معشوقش هست

مگر

مرگ

🥺

END

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ـ 1 ـ پ،ن: اکنون در بازخوانی شعر "هست" و "نیست" رنگی دیگر میگیرند که برای به نمایش گذاشتنش یک سریال همچون فرینج باید ساخت اما استاد حافظ در یک غزل به ما رسانده

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ـ 2 ـ پ،ن: میتوان چنین تصور کرد که شروع قصه با یک

flashback

فلش‌بک(گذشته‌نما) باشد

مردی کهن سال در خلوتگاه خود زیر نور شمع ، رخدادی را غیرخطی برای کسی بازخوانی میکند که بعد از یازده به دوازده پیر تر شده

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ـ 3 ـ پ.ن : عکسهای این پـُست درخواستی بود از همکار این روز های مـ😅ـن

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Copilot For @30ahchaleh

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[alenseress]

Empathy (2/2)

He does feel the scrapes and soreness of his palms under the gloves the night after that, picking apart and putting back together a receiver in the dim light of a portable lamp beside his base bunk. Lance watches him over his book, Merlin can feel it, but he can't help the hurt tremor no matter how hard he grips the plastic. His thumb slides off the handle of the screwdriver awkwardly and something inside the box cracks on the impact, loudly, making Arthur throw his head up from the paperwork and glare at him. Then, the gaze softens on the edges. Then, Arthur meets his eyes with a lost look and furrowed brows like he's witnessing something he isn't sure how to register and process. Merlin hears a shaky, choked inhale hit his throat even before he himself can register or process it.

He bites down on the screwdriver, looking away and cracking the device back open with his fingers.

The tears keep falling and he keeps feeling them crawl across his face and bury their way into his skin.

[billyjackass]

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[schlock-luster-video]

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[cinephilesadeqi]

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[fishpatternedpeach]

the goal shant be superiority, but rather, awareness of the astronomical power within each of us; recognizing that we need not rely on our modern corporate rhythms, but to focus on creating a space for expectations to leave gracefully

So in a nutshell, spiritual evolution is basically the concept that humanity was put on this earth to grow and evolve spiritually. It's fundamentally rooted in the idea of linear evolution - the notion that the purpose of evolution is to produce "superior" lifeforms. However, evolution only produces lifeforms more adapted to new environments; there is no ultimate goal. Incidentally, religion also evolves to suit new social and material realities, rather than progressing toward any fixed point. So yeah.

[rigmarole-07]

The Magic If @drivestraight | Dirty Valentine (Richard Siken)

[lupinus-bicolor]

holy shit. mouthwashing is crazy good

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

This Love

contemporary fiction, set over a decade

a stubborn butch lesbian who breaks a lot of hearts and wants to do something important with her life, and a pan guy who’s moved from New York with his mother to escape his abusive father and a bad relationship with a professor - meet in their final year of university and quickly become close friends

they both dream of settling down and having kids - and decide that if they don’t find partners (or even if they do), they’ll do it together

over the years they navigate their relationships with their parents, new relationships, diverging life paths and media careers, and while their lives don’t go to plan, an unconventional family develops out of their strong friendship