#great big tragedy

[percy15]

Guess who finally read Great Big Tragedy!!! The title is correct! I haven’t stopped sobbing the entire time

[spicyvampire]

Great's Dying Brain vs Reality : The last time Great and Tyme saw/talked to each other

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 5 // EP. 6

[miela]

hey crimson river readers and enjoyers, do you ever just miss the first arena???

[ash-and-starlight]

“im glad that at least one of us has maternal instincts” zhu when i fucking get you >:(((

[crymeacriver]

This is sooo Regulus before telling James he got the dark mark (James can’t know his plan)

[maiiefizz]

We know that we have different endings for fics to make them sadder.

But do we have different endings for fics to give them a happy ending?

Like A great, big tragedy is the heartbreaking alternate part to Crimson River, but do we have an alternate happy ending for Art Heist baby?

I love Art Heist, baby (at least the spoilers I have already seen) but I can't read a sad fic. Do I have to spend the rest of my life not reading it?

[hidden-for-reg]

a great big tragedy

[askurmum]

"a great big tragedy" fuck you I need happiness for once.

[jitterbugbear]

man i just don't enjoy a villain protagonist. remember when that was a massive thing here years ago?? like people ate that shit up

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

“Regulus touches like the sun”

Jegulus are reunited for the day, no one talk to me😭😭

[labyrinthhofmymind]

dorcas and marlene in crimson rivers ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[viillette]

it's so crazy how few historical fiction novels are like sharon kay penman's. the way that they're built out of the skeleton of the historical record seems so obvious, but there's so few people who are actually willing to commit to it in the way that she did. it seems like so often that's just a starting point which gets reformed to fit a coherent narrative, but she makes no real attempt to do that. there's themes and foils and patterns, but first and foremost it is a reconstruction. you can't really know what someone who lived that long ago was like, only what they did, and you can feel how she takes these isolated, dramatic events and builds a whole life around them. the books are nothing more than an answer to the question 'what might someone have been like, what could the history between these people have been, to possibly explain something like this?' the ability to string together a handful of facts and events from medieval chronicles to create people that feel so real, and psychology and relationships that develop so naturally that these distant, seemingly impenetrable choices suddenly feel so immediate and clear is just beyond belief. you know this probably wasn't actually how things happened, but it doesn't matter because it was something like this. the particulars are less important the crushing awareness that at one point all of this made sense. there was a time when all of this was right now. the world is unrecognizable and exactly the same. that's something which sounds very simple but is incredibly difficult to accomplish.

you come to know these people so well, their loves and hatreds and ambitions and failures, and those things are rarely resolved in the end. you know them from the time that they're children, you watch each one of them die, and none of it means anything in particular except that they were a human being. things which seem like they must be building to some tragic fallout end in anticlimax. things which seem utterly inconsequential in the moment manifest again decades later in cataclysmic disaster. and then you see it all play out again from the beginning with their children, and their children's children. all these uncanny echoes, this endlessly unfolding palimpsest of lives, each laid over the triumphs and mistakes of those who came before. i've never read anything so epic with so much mastery over the micro and macro levels of history. it's the minute, seemingly inconsequential everyday details, which build into a lifetime, which builds into generation of lives, which builds into the rise and fall of kingdoms and empires. it's the merciless endlessly turning wheel of fortune that replays the same songs in different keys again and again for all time. a person is both an individual with free will, and the prisoner of their blood and circumstances. somehow everything has infinite weight, is tied to everything that has come before and will come after, is the culmination of someone's entire existence—their pains and joys and fears and hopes—and yet is simultaneously completely meaningless, just one more victim of fate in an endless procession of lives and choices. the whole impotent tragedy of humanity is laid out in front of you and it's so repulsive and beautiful. it's deep love and unfathomable, senseless horror briefly and miraculously reverberating in a vacuum, an absurd aberration fading into silence.

if it's not obvious these books have made me cry like 10 different times

[recurring-polynya]

i'm never entirely sure if the term "captain-class" includes lieutenants (personally, I think it's people who have or are close to having bankai, which would obviously include Ikkaku so whatever), but assuming he was allowed to pick lieutenants, imagine being Renji and being told to pick the three people you'd most want to have with you to go to another world and wait for a war to crack open

(alternatively, imagine an au where the advance team was abarai & kuchiki & hinamori & kira & hisagi, the shining stars of shin'ou class of 2066 + their favorite sempai)

[brandileigh2003]

I've got a crying headache from rereading a great big tragedy.

Cry count: 6 (although the 6 is kinda 7 bc I never stopped and 6/7 is more of a happy (ish) bc of reunions and not sobbing like the rest.

If anyone wants to be tortured like I was, let me know and I'll share the quotes.

[jadescornerofinternetinsanity]

im just sitting here. living my little life. doing my little chores. and then my brain has to flash me back to the first arena in crimson rivers and imagine regulus throwing himself into a river of blood because he loved James and Sirius that much. and then im like. well. ow.

[blackcur-rants]

I think part of what makes "Chinatown" such a heartbreaking and devastating movie is that...it honestly starts off as kind of a comedy.

Like seriously, there are a lot of good jokes at the start of that movie. There's the scene where the farmers let their sheep loose in Mulwray's presentation on the dam. There's the scene where Jake is sitting by the pipe and gets hit in the face by water. There's the scene at the mansion where the doorman (played by James Hong if I remember correctly, btw) just casually shuts the door in JAke's face like he's just some annoying salesman. There's poor Jake being basically just a glorified marriage counsellor who gets wrapped up in ridiculously convoluted city politics like a blue-collar Ned Stark. And there's also the kind-of offensive but also dang thematically important joke that Jake hears from his barber and then repeats to customers at his office. It's a pretty funny and witty screenplay for that first half or so.

And then the big swerve happens. And everything changes and is recontextualised, to the point where you can easily see Jake hearing the racist joke from his barber and then repeating it to his customers as a metaphor for generational cycles of violence.

And that's all I'm saying.