#Rage against the dying of the light

[technowings]

I know we're all tired. I know we're scared.

But you have to live.

You have to keep going. Out of Love. Out of Spite. Out of simple cockroach Persistance. Out of Whatever It Takes.

If they want you to die, DENY them that pleasure. Don't do the work for them. Don't give them even a single drop of blood without making them fight tooth and nail for it!

[natethehydra]

Very, very understandable reaction to finding out your loved one is kidnapped.

Best way to describe my reaction to such a thing should it happen? Well…. There’s a reason why this phrase exists;

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

[cchickki]

Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Chapter Two: "Night of Passion"

chapter summary: After they saved the tieflings from Emerald Grove, a celebration is thrown at their camp. Astarion and Jeha sneak off and share a night together to the first time.

themes: character study, falling in love, healing

pairing: astarion x named tav

rating: M - descriptions of sex and alcohol use (Minors DO NOT INTERACT)

word count: 4.2k

author's note: It was a bit of a challenge to write from Astarion's perspective in this chapter, I hope I did okay with describing his disassociation in this chapter. Thank you to those who have read and are supporting, I really appreciate it!!

READ HERE: (ao3) <-------------------

more about my tav jeha can be found here: (x) spotify playlist coming soon

also tagging @chrissymodi-frost ❤️

[grymmoires]

We have to start reading books again to prevent the cocomelonfication of reality

[snackugaki]

soft apocalypse 3

training is basically bonding, right? ft. future!venus

[doctorslippery]

[vintage-tigre]

[smoreal]

Eating my heart out bc of this damn poll nonsense

[catyuy]

Worst thing about getting older.

Realizing that those family and friends that were around before you were born are getting older as well. And as the years go by, they are more likely to die.

Grandparents, neighbors, actors, aunts and uncles. None of them are eternal. And learning to accept that is very hard.

Every time one of them dies, I think I've finally accepted that loss, only to be hit fresh when the next one starts to go.

How does anyone ever get used to accepting loss?

[goodnightmoonvale]

shoutout to @bplotd (who Tumblr won't let me tag for some reason) who sent this ask to me a while ago. I'm copy pasting it here, because I want to keep it in my inbox to look at forever. But I'm feeling a lot of rage and despair today about how I'm ever going to make a difference in the world, and this helped me a lot before, so I'm posting it again so other people can see it too:

I know there is an underpinning narrative in the current zeitgeist to move people away from the paralysis of the terminally online "gotta do everything all the time" anxiety by encouraging folks to exert effort in a single direction consistently. And I think that attitude is largely useful and helpful. But here is something i have learned from 10 years in international development: this isn't the only way to effect change. It may not even be the most effective way. So many successful projects I have seen, and long term positive changes, are yes due to the work of dedicated individuals or groups, but they are often equally due to one single, well-placed "yes". One lucky break. One teacher who says "sure you can use my curriculum notes" or one administrator who says "sure, you can turn in your grant late" or one community member who speaks up with a good idea or a very timely complaint or a young person who babysits for a key night so a mom can go to a meeting or --- Listen, what I'm saying is that random acts of kindness can and do make a difference, in many cases a HUGE one. They're sometimes the lucky break on which an entire project or opportunity hinges. I'm sure you've heard that phrase about "planting a garden you will never see". It can be so hard, because this random kindness or justice may never, ever connect their little good deed with the actual good it does in the world. I can't help you know exactly what your own kindness has wrought in the future - that is a gift that so few of us ever are given. But if you contribution is consistently /doing a good or kind of helpful thing/ when presented with the opportunity, you are doing enough, more than enough. Consistent effort isn't just volunteering or doing a job or working on something tangible. Sometimes consistent effort means being the person who makes little daily choices to extend grace to others. And friend, that isnt just "good enough", that is /salvation/. The people who need it will find you.

[cchickki]

Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Chapter Three: Confession

chapter summary: Jeha feels discouraged about where her and Astarion stand in their "relationship" or whatever it may be. Astarion on the other hand is falling for her and is trying to decide how to tell her.

themes: character study, falling in love, healing

pairing: astarion x named tav

rating: M - no particular warnings for this chapter, other than some descriptions of violence

word count: 3.6k

author's note: I'm sorry this chapter took so long, I don't know why but I struggled with it. I've tried to rewrite it many times, but nothing seems to quite 'stick' how I want it to. It's more dialogue-y than I intended it to be, but starting with the next chapter everything should be back to smooth sailing. Also on another note I finally beat Baldur's Gate 3 so yay. Already on my second playthrough with Jeha. Thank you to anyone who has read my silly story, thank you for taking part in my self-indulgence.

READ HERE: (ao3) <-------------------

more about my tav jeha can be found here: (x) spotify playlist coming soon

also tagging @chrissymodi-frost ❤️

[antroposthuman]

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[livegrenade]

rage, rage against the dying of the light...

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[staffandbranch]

Apologies for stealing some light from the summer and putting it in this dice box. Seemed no big deal at the time but sure could use some of that light right about now.

[black-hole--sun]

There Are Places in the World Where Rules Are Less Important Than Kindness, Carlo Rovelli