#come prima

[edgar-moser-blog]

henri salvador

Henri Salvador - EP stéréo DES Barclay 70204 (1958)

[ragazzoarcano]

“Ci sono pensieri che hanno i denti.

Che a pensarli fanno male.

Ci sono pensieri che cerchi di non pensare mai, perché, una volta pensati, niente è più come prima.

Ci sono pensieri che hanno i denti,

e quando li pensi cominciano a mangiarti.”

— Barbara Garlaschelli

[earsplittingtrumpet]

from Alfred's Come Prima

[solocanzoninelleorecchie]

stai nel tuo coma fin quando non ritorni come prima.

[verzeihung-mothertongue]

"Sie zum Beispiel fahren da lang, weil sie wissen, wo Sie hin wollen. Sie sind Gefangene Ihres eigenen Wegs, könnte man sagen."

- Come Prima, Alfred

(S. 109)

[6scar]

Golpes Bajos - Come Prima

From A Santa Compaña (1984)

[peace-hunter]

baby OP has a favorite and is not afraid to let everyone know about it. prima thinks he just likes that zeta lets him chew on the matrix sometimes. solus thinks prima's just salty he's not the favorite :/

and zeta is carefully neutral on the discussion but privately he wonders if maybe prima is onto something. if maybe primus has let their baby brother in on a secret he hasn't told the rest of them yet.

he supposes time will tell.

(continues under readmore)

baby prime orion au

orion has been looking for something for as long as he can remember. he just... can't quite tell what it is. but maybe if he can find the matrix, it will soothe the ache in his chest that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog.

maybe.

[firstfullmoon]

Diane di Prima, “April Fool Birthday Poem for Grandpa”

[hercorrupterofwords]

clorinda my beloved

[lalounia]

Que m'importe si tu m'aimes moins que moi.

Moi je t'aime comme on aime qu'une fois.

[doctorcanon]

A little obsessed with the potential brotherly dynamic between The Captain and Mask. I know there are lots of other characters from the series in HW but hear me out okay?

Imagine being The Captain:

You take the strangest kid under your wing during the war. He's mostly unobtrusive. Mature for his age, quiet, but generally churlish. Can barely read (ill explain this HC one day) but fights like a demon and is clearly immensely troubled but doesn't know how to express himself.

You eventually connect over a shared burden and become rather attached to the kid. You're the only one he actually speaks to. Moreover, people have started calling you "the twins" even though he much younger than you. You teach him practical things like improving his reading, clothes mending and social graces. He teaches you about the natural world, herbalism and orienteering. You even give him a nickname "Mask" that he reluctantly answers to. But as the war wears on and the battles get harder, the boy has to rely on his masks more and more. Save for the one he calls Oni. He says its his failsafe and mentions nothing else.

Until one day, during the penultimate battle, you and your battalion are overwhelmed. Grievously injured, you call for Mask to get to safety. The next thing you remember is hearing "dont worry, captain, I'll protect you, i promise." Then flashes of a hulking demon laying waste to the battlefield with a helix shaped sword. You also remember a great and terrible silence and the sensation of being carried.

When you wake, Zelda informs you that the battle has been won but Mask along with several others, are missing. Even when the war is won and over, you search that battlefield, all surrounding areas and lists of the dead for any sign of Mask. You find nothing and eventually your duties as Captain must be seen to.

Three years later, you follow up on reports of an aberration found around the area Mask disappeared. The portal drops you unceremoniously into a Hyrule you don't recognize. You meet 8 others just like you, all named Link, each bearing the Mark of Destiny and honestly kinda sick of all this shit. The Oldest One - face heavily scarred and blind in one eye - holds your gaze for a little too long. When you ask him about it, he only apologizes awkwardly.

Needing some space during a particularly raucous night, you decide to check up on your party's resident Old Man who just so happens to be reorganizing his things. And you see it: Oni, the Fierce Deity; the War God that nearly won them the war but not the little boy who carried it.

"Where did you get this? Who gave it to you?" You ask. When he doesn't give you an answer, you insist. "That mask is one of a kind, and only one person I know had it, what happened to him."

The silence that follows is so thick, not even the Master Sword could cut it. The Old Man - Time, they call him - is taller than the rest of them, but his stature is bent by bone deep weariness. The scars on his face pull his features in different directions, the bridge of his nose is split, the remains of his empty eye socket droop painfully without his eye patch, the left corner of his mouth peel back to show more of his teeth - two of which are missing. But his remaining eye - bright, alert and unnervingly blue - pleads with him and the realization dawns on him before Time turns away, almost timid but mostly ashamed.

"He kept fighting, Captain. He kept fighting until he couldn't anymore and kept going. Until..."

You embrace him before you can stop yourself. He's just as surprised as you are. But he doesn't throw you off or scold you. Instead, he sinks into the hug with a long, shuddering sigh of relief. He's so tall now, he nearly bowls you over. Then quietly, through tears Captain can't see, he says

"I'm sorry...I thought you be disappointed." Your heart that was frantically picking up the piece just a moment ago breaks all over again. You can still hear that little boy buried in somewhere the gruff baritone you've grown accustomed to. Something bittersweet festers inside you, a melange of emotions you can't possibly unpack in this moment. But not one of them is disappointment. You pull away, taking him by the shoulders and giving him a little shake.

"You are so much more than I could've ever imagined. Whatever you've done, you survived and I couldn't be more proud."

[earsplittingtrumpet]

from Alfred's Come Prima

[fiumedivita]

The devil works hard, but Italians during the holy week work harder

[ross-nekochan]

Io vivo costantemente nel dilemma etico per cui:

dovrei ringraziare, come dicono tutti, i miei genitori per avermi dato una vita (che non volevo e non ho chiesto), per avermi fatto crescere tutto sommato con giochi, vestiti, viaggi, per avermi pagato gli studi, le esperienze fatte, per le case che riceverò in eredità ecc ecc, PUR non avendomi dato cose le cose più importanti come considerazione, ascolto, affetto e una famiglia "normale" (nonostante il significato labilissimo che ha questo termine)?

Oppure faccio bene a sbattermene altamente il cazzo, a non volerli incontrare né cercare, a pensare di non andare manco al loro funerale probabilmente e di pensare soltanto "addio a tutti e grazie tanto per il pesce"?

Dilemma etico a cui ancora non ho dato una soluzione, ma so solo che almeno lui sta facendo di tutto per farmi propendere per la seconda opzione.

[theodoravery]

this hits so much harder when you know prima's younger selena's incarnation. she's begging her to move on

[quibbs126]

So because I wandered into the Prima tag earlier today, my brain has now concocted a headcanon regarding him in Transformers One

Namely that he was originally the leader of Cybertron and the Matrix holder (since I think in other continuities he is also that along with the 13th), but it eventually was passed down to Zeta after Prima just couldn’t handle it anymore

I don’t know if this is how the thought originally started out, but currently my brain says he basically had a huge mental health crisis and crash out, which may or may not have resulted in him nearly killing another of the Primes (not intentionally mind you, he was having an episode and immediately regretted it afterwards), my brain saying Megatronus in particular because that parallel drama

This was in part the result of being the main ruler of the planet and also Cybertron, a position that causes a lot of stress, but another is his status as not only the original Prime, but the original Transformer, and the status that alone brings, as well as being around for everything and basically having to always be the one to lead and try to build things up for all of history, because there’s no one before him to ask for guidance, outside of Primus himself who’s their god

Then after everything went to hell and everyone realized way too much was on his shoulders, they eventually came to the conclusion that someone else should take his role in his stead, which ended up being Zeta, while Prima basically got therapy

By the time the Primes died, Prima was doing a lot better; therapy and retirement treated him well. It’s also not to say he wasn’t still involved in the politics of Cybertron and didn’t help Zeta out in his role, just that he did significantly less than what he used to