#bt excerpt

[burning-thistles-bt]

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[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.

[text id: oh, how i would pray to get sick so my mother would take care of me.]

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, except from all hunger is, is love.

[text id: it was inevitable. // you could have marched towards me, parading your teeth like hands, tearing all the meaningless flesh apart, turning my ribs inside, and taking a bite out of my heart—// and i would have done nothing, not when i couldn’t look past your eyes. // so warm. even the sun yearns to bask in them. // sick. sick. sick. how i would have waited for you to take another bite. then another. another. devour me whole. all hunger is, is love.]

[bts-trans]

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(T/N: The photos show excerpts from In Praise of Love by Alain Badiou.)

Picture Translations:

"As we all know, love must only be reinvented." -A Season In Hell: Ravings I, Arthur Rimbaud

If so, can the concepts of free will and liberalism related to love be coalesced into one?

Effectively, I think that both the concept of 'free will' and that of 'liberalism' reaches towards the idea that love is nothing more than a fruitless danger. On one hand, you have the married couple that has somewhat prepared to continue on in a relationship that is sweetened with consumption (conjugalité) and on the other hand, we can reasonably conclude that there are sexual relationships, whilst not consuming passion, are filled with pleasure and joy. In the world of today, love is ensnared within this net and under this oppression and it is precisely why I think that it is being threatened. Of course there are many other things that serve to do this, but primarily I think that it falls upon philosophy to protect it from this threat. As the poet Arthur Rimbaud pointed out, another condition for this is that love must be reinvented. This is also extremely different from simply adopting a defensive manner in order to preserve something. Truthfully, the world is full of new things; similarly, love must also be an object that innovates. Against safety and comfort, risks and adventures must invent themselves again too.

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Soothes the suffering

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[ninichii-xcix]

“No matter how badly he hurt and scarred me, he is — and always will be — my better half. My soulmate. I loved him then when I was young and hopeful and quite naive, and I will continue to love him until the end of my days when I’m old and slow and wise enough to know better.”

[stephen-stilwell]

no one wants to admit they're lonely. or that their inbox is empty. no one wants to beg for affection. but we all crave a little more love.

[artistkoo]

Saw you in my dream, we were talking to your paintings, I was sad about them and then you told me it's okay to be sad about them. You told me you loved me. I felt it like it was real. Then I woke up-

A taehyung fic excerpt 💜

[thingsiwhispertopaper]

“We began like a fire. There was nothing slow or controlled about us. On Sunday, we didn’t know each other. Monday, we met and suddenly colors look different and I wear a ring on my finger that he gave me while down on one knee. Everything has been fast, a hurry to catch up and make up for all the time we’ve spent not knowing each other. We’re the fire that consumes.”

[persunah]

When his eyes settled on Jimin’s petite form in the surging dark Hanbok, Jungkook believed. In Selene. In the Goddess who cursed. In divinity. In the very thing, he’d disregarded all his life – the existence of Gods and Goddesses, of higher beings, of fairies and angels, and all the beautiful mythical creatures. He realized they may as well exist, for the young boy in front of him embodied the type of beauty Jungkook had only read in legends.

To Tame an Inferno, To Fall for Divinity by Persana

[litwitt]

Hate You

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated.

I yearn to develop that hatred

For breach of a trust, so sacred.

My heart melts like the snow

After the things I've come to know.

The things that you did,

Bloody secrets that you hid.

You ask, "What you mean?"

Infidelity is a sin, I ween.

It's not the act that hurt

But the aftermath and dearth.

Is it something that I lack?

Or something that was slack?

Didn't I tie the knots too tight?

Was it too much to fend for my feelings after every fight?

If you were not the one to stay,

If it was so easy for a staunch lover to go astray,

Then why did you promise a faux prophecy

And dare to display that pomp hypocrisy?

Your words, that were once whispers of a nymph so sweet

Now, sound like blasphemy straight out of serpent, a cheat.

I watch you beg

I watch you plead

And yet again, I take that lead.

I know what's next to come

Same old promises

And words of affirmation, some.

Same old tears that you'll shed

Until we'll take this to bed.

After all, it's not the first blotch that our book beholds,

Unfortunately, your loyalty is the first thing that unfolds.

It's a ritual that I understand too well

But here, my thoughts profoundly dwell

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated;

Why can't I hate you like the villain that you always were?

Loving you still is the only way it doesn't hurt.

[burning-thistles-bt]

chapter 170 update!

it is roughly halfway completed!!! no guarantees how soon it'll be finished though ;P

here's a little excerpt:

The world around [him] began to twist and wave, his vision fading. His paws seemed to lose the ground, and he was falling. Still, he stared up at her with a smile, and whispered, “You’re always as pretty as I remember, every time.”

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

[text id: but darling, i destroy everything i love. / like my favourite cup that i held a little too tightly because i was afraid that it would fall and break into pieces. / it shattered in my hands.]

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from sweet saturn. sweeter titan. // the heart beats for two.

[text id: i don’t know how to talk about love without talking about violence. // i wasn't there, but whenever i imagine us parting breaths

(not ways. breaths.)

i see you

covered in burns of longing.

my heart has claws.

i'm sorry. // how can i not love you violently when all i have ever known is / violence in the name of love? // there were days when i wanted you to feel the warmth of a home so badly that if you had asked me to burn my bones to ashes to build a fire for you i would have.]

[bts-trans]

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I loved the edge The periphery of those edges is bruised

Do not use difficult times as an excuse to self-indulge, nor blame it on yourself There are sores on my tongue every time I see exultation with a serious face when both sides are dark

Seeds do not only grow to become a tree You cannot ruin your life because of a purpose

Poetry - the moment of ignition, or the moment of emergency But do not say that that is transcendence or liberation

Think about it, your sufferings cannot make one leaf greener

Being an artist is similar to being a beginner driver for the rest of your life It goes off track without any rest, but it comes back every time

The feelings of everyday life go from danger to stability But in art, it is the opposite

You cannot retrieve your own corpse And that could be the root of one's sadness

(T/N: An excerpt from Yi Seongbok’s 'Your Pain Won’t Make the Leaves Turn Green'.)

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[violetsiren90]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a lil baby excerpt from a Norse mythology AU I have on like, the backburner's backburner:

Basic premise - rapline as the Three Norns; reader as a thwarter of fate (blurb warnings: feeling breathless, being held captive, brandishing of a sword)

Most of the excerpt will be under the cut. 😊

"I found her in the Forests of Memory," he sneered, tossing you forward so that your knees hit the cold stone. You looked up through defiant eyes to take in two figures occupying the rocky crags which had been carved into three thrones. One figure had leapt to its feet. 

"How are you touching her?!" he asked in a voice as bright and lusty as his features, staring down at you through splendid, glinting eyes. His body was clad in a warrior's garb, and his hand on the hilt of a massive sword.

"I don't know, Hoseok," the dark one answered, casting a withering glance over your prone form. The sword-bearer trotted quickly and nimbly down the stone steps and stood before you. He reached out his hand and you thought he might touch your face when his arm was suddenly batted away.

"Yoongi!" he protested in a laughing whine, as he drew the great sword from its sheath and levelled it at the dark one's throat. The sharp eyes under the cloak's hood registered as little fear as they did amusement, languidly blinking as they directed their gaze to the figure on the stony pedestal who had not moved. You followed his eyes to where they were trained on a large form, draped in enigmatic elegance, his face covered by a thin veil through which you could but glimpse his strong and gentle features.

"He is wise to deter you, Hoseok," his deep voice resonated, as certain and soft as the recollection of a dream, "We do not yet know what know what may come of this." He descended, coming to stand before you, awe-striking in his height, even as he genuflected to regard you.

"Namjoon," came the low, cold voice of your captor, "She has no thread." A large, beautiful hand drew back the veil to reveal piercing blue eyes, the color of ice. The eyes gazed intently and unmovingly into your own until they had seemed to draw the very breath from your lungs, and you dropped your head to sag between your shoulders as you panted for air. Your chest burned with a searing sensation that made you want to run toward something at full speed, though you had no concept of the direction. He stood, letting the veil fall back over his face.

"But her name is on the scroll," he posited, thoughtfully. Only then did you notice, in his left hand, an unopened scroll, with a blood-red seal and golden cornua protruding from each end.

The one called Hoseok scoffed.

"That's impossible. How could she be on the scroll if she has no thread? She is not, how could she then be? Were you born of a woman, mortal?" He boomed, suddenly shifting his sword in your direction, whether in indication or threat you were not sure.

"Yes," you replied sitting back on your knees and clutching your chest from where you had been gasping for breath, "of course I was." You cast a haughty gaze up at the sword-bearer, who looked with surprise at the other two. You would have been certain you caught a quirk of the lips from under the dark one's cloak, had you thought him capable of any sort of mirth. 

"Let us take her before the Tapestry," said Namjoon, still regarding you from his obscurity, "Perhaps she is the answer we have sought."

[megarywrites]

snippets from November: 4/30

The Silent Shore — Part II: Split - Ch14 "In Broad Daylight"

Solera’s shadow glided through the colorful gloom, drawing my thoughts back to the present. I sat up, propping my elbows up on one of the stairs below me, as she slouched onto the step by my knees, kicking her feet up against the wall, the skirt of her kapta pooling across my lap. She leaned her head back against the wall behind her, sighing heavily as her eyes slipped closed.  The radiant yet hazy hues embraced her silhouette, shining in her curls, gleaming across her the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheek, the soft ridges of her lips. She really was quite pretty… She lifted her head and I looked quickly away. Down at my hands as I began to pick at one of my nails.  “Do you want me to move?” she asked.  I didn’t look up at her, lest she somehow became able to read my thoughts. “No, I don’t mind,” I said, clearing my throat.