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909th · 1 year ago
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swans has me saying crazy shit like yeah this song rlly picks up at the 18 minute mark and wow i love the way the glockenspiel comes in around the 37 minute mark woahhh
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dansemacabre · 4 months ago
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(tw unreality!)
ayo new theory just dropped and bad news! the implications are cosmically horrifying
in the bulletin from time baby in book of bill, he says bill is a “danger to narrativity”, and that he risks the fourth wall. this kept bothering me. why reference the fourth wall here? why have time baby reference it? yeah the heaven page and shit is a bit meta, but thats just how bill talks, right? Well i was a fool
when you put “seven eyes” into the lost files site, this warning pops up from the oracle question mark? from journal three:
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the therapese at the bottom translates to “set coords for dimension: r34lity”.
and putting r34lity into the website gives us this image:
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the text below it reads they found a new home. those are “real” fucking images. the henchmaniacs are in our “reality”. the cryptids page might not have been a goof goof bit- they were “real”. (“real” meaning our reality in the book of bill sense of it but still our reality. is that tracking.)
none of the rest of the cast actually references us as a specific audience, or the fandom, or acts like we know them at all. the cast addresses everything they write to a mystery “reader” who needs to be saved from the book’s influence.
meanwhile, in the book of bill:
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because bill’s not talking to a mystery “reader” who’s reading this book.
bill fucking sees us.
bill sees reality. REALITY reality. like this earth the one with alex hirsch and gravity falls the show and tiktok and shit. book of bill is a book in our reality for us the reader. (ie. there’s a reference to “they both reached for the gun” if you put gun in the website, which would only make sense if bill was sentient in this “reality” right now.) and someone is trying to get here to hide from him. maybe they’re already here.
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franniewhat · 22 days ago
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Heavenly Dream Life Affirmations
I am living in a beautiful, divine heaven on earth; my life is pure paradise.
I wake up every day in a magical home that feels like a piece of heaven.
My beauty is ethereal; I look and feel like an angel every day.
I create heavens around me, and everything in my life is dreamy and unreal.
I am surrounded by love, light, and high-vibrational people who uplift me.
Every aspect of my life is perfectly aligned with the life of my dreams.
I am adored by everyone I meet because my energy is pure, angelic, and magnetic.
My home is a sanctuary, filled with luxury, peace, and absolute beauty.
I have the most supportive, loving family who enriches my life every day.
I am blessed with a circle of friends who are as beautiful and successful as I am.
My dream career fulfills me beyond my wildest imagination, and I excel in it effortlessly.
I attract only high-vibrational, successful, and loving souls into my life.
Everything in my life is perfectly beautiful; I am always surrounded by elegance and grace.
I am a radiant being of pure love and abundance, and my life reflects that in every way.
My days are filled with incredible experiences that feel like they’re straight from a dream.
I am so beautiful that people describe me as angelic, and I carry myself like a goddess.
My wealth is infinite; I live in pure luxury and abundance without any limits.
My life is a masterpiece of beauty, success, and happiness, designed just for me.
I am living in my dream reality where everything flows perfectly and effortlessly.
I am blessed with unreal opportunities, and every day is a new, exciting adventure.
I look and feel like the most beautiful, ethereal version of myself every day.
My life is pure bliss, filled with people who love and cherish me deeply.
I am always surrounded by beauty and elegance because I radiate it from within.
Every detail of my life is heavenly; it feels like I’m living in a magical realm.
My dream life is real, and I am living it fully and joyously.
I am always surrounded by high-vibrational love, joy, and peace.
I manifest my desires effortlessly because I am in perfect harmony with the universe.
My beauty is beyond earthly; I look like I was crafted by angels.
I am always in the right place at the right time, creating miracles around me.
I attract only the best of everything—people, experiences, and opportunities.
My wealth is endless, and I live in divine abundance and prosperity every day.
I am a beacon of light, and my presence brings joy to everyone around me.
I create heaven on earth; every part of my life is beautiful and harmonious.
I am adored and respected in every space I enter because my energy is divine.
My life is a continuous stream of amazing, otherworldly experiences.
My beauty, talent, and success are otherworldly; people are mesmerized by me.
I live a life of pure ease and luxury, where every moment feels like a blessing.
My circle is full of angelic souls who bring out the best in me, and I do the same for them.
I am in love with my life because it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.
My energy is so magnetic that everything I desire comes to me effortlessly.
I am constantly surrounded by the highest levels of beauty, peace, and luxury.
My life is the epitome of divine abundance, and I always feel blessed beyond measure.
I am a walking dream, and my life reflects the magic and wonder I carry within.
I experience heavenly love, support, and joy in all of my relationships.
My life is filled with serendipitous moments that make me feel like I’m in a fairytale.
I am pure magic, and every area of my life shines with divine radiance.
My dream home, dream career, and dream relationships are all mine, and they’re perfect.
I am the embodiment of divine beauty, abundance, and love, living in a heaven on earth.
And so it is!
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ham-st4r · 1 year ago
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𝟚 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 - 𝕃. ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘
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❥pairing: heeseung + female reader!
���warnings: NONE.
❥genre: fluff.
❥summary: inspired by “2 MUCH” from Justin Bieber.
Number of words: 1k
Find your way around!
Just a lil something I made real quick hope you like it
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You and your boyfriend heeseung lie on your backs in his bed, staring up at the lights on the ceiling in his bedroom, hands interwind, enjoying each other’s presence.
A comfortable silence fills the small room as you’re both lost in thought about none other than each other.
The warmth of your hand brings him a sense of comfort, a comfort he could only find within you. No warm blanket, no stuffed animal, not even his mother's hugs could make him feel this much solace.
He hums a tune while squeezing your hand a tad bit tighter just to make sure you’re still there, and this isn’t a dream.
That’s just how unreal this moment felt.
The saying heaven on earth, you never quite understood it.
Until now, cuddled up next to your boyfriend with his hand perfectly molded together with yours was heaven on earth.
If you could stay like this forever, you wouldn’t mind it one bit. His touch made you feel safe. The closeness was a type of intimacy that you longed for, a type of intimacy you never even thought existed until heeseung came into your life.
♬Take on all your friend's problems Still, somehow stop the world for us.♬
He’s your everything, the one who gives you the best advice, the one that’s always there for you, the one that would sacrifice everything for your happiness, and the ones around you, the one who never broke his promises, the one that loved you unconditionally. He was the one for you.
♬Music every time I hear your name,♬
“Y/n,” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear it.
You close your eyes slowly. “Hmm?” You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.
♬Say, "I love you" under my breath More times than you can digest♬
“I love you,” he says with a fondness in his tone.
You smile with your eyes still closed and respond. “I love you too,” and just like that, it’s quiet once again.
He lets go of your hand and lays on his side, propping himself up with his elbow to admire you from a different angle.
♬Maybe I stare too much, maybe not long enough Funny how I forget to blink♬
You automatically do the same, and now you’re both unknowingly having a staring contest, but there’s clearly no winner. You’re both too lost in each other’s eyes that you forget to blink. You couldn’t cause neither of you wanted to miss a nanosecond of this precious moment.
♬Don't wanna close my eyes. I'm scared I'll miss too much.♬
If heeseung could freeze time, he wouldn’t think twice about it. He wouldn’t mind being frozen in this moment of time, a time when you looked so beautiful, and your eyes held so much love and adoration for him.
He lifted his hand to stroke your cheek, and it was almost like a magnet the way yours instantly reached to cup the back of his hand with your palm.
♬I still relieve that second I made my biggest blessing Prayed for you. Look what God has done.♬
Lucky wouldn’t even begin to describe how you felt to be able to have someone that loved you as much as heeseung.
You don’t know what you did to deserve him, but you’d go back and do it all over a million times again if he was waiting for you at the end.
In case his eyes didn’t convey how much love he held in his heart for you, he made sure to tell you and show you every single day.
He’d do the littlest of things for you, the smallest of things that if you didn’t love someone as much as he loved you, you wouldn’t even notice them.
He was the first to break eye contact but for good reason. He closed his eyes and leaned in, placing the softest, most delicate kiss on your cloud-like lips.
He always gave you the most gentle kisses, the type that could bring a tear to your eye from how much love he put into them.
His kisses were like long, warm showers after a hard day, like a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to all your problems. Just one of his kisses could make you forget about the world and everything in it except you and him.
He opened his arms as wide as ever to bring you into his embrace.
♬Your head's layin' right on my chest Sun's up, but I still ain't got no rest.♬
You belonged in his arms. You melted into his chest as he rested his chin atop your head and rubbed soothing circles on your shoulders.
His hugs felt like clouds so soft and delicate and barely even there but yet so comforting.
He absolutely loved the way you’d lean back and look up at him while secured in his embrace. It made his heart skip a beat. Another thing he loved was when you gently stroked his cheek. His eyes would immediately flutter shut as a long breath escapes his body. He leans in closer to your touch, so close that every warm breath he takes fans across your face.
More often than not, he’d get lost in your touches. Something about the way your soothing nimble fingers felt strumming along his soft skin like a melody made it hard for him not to get sleepy.
♬Don't wanna fall asleep. I'd rather fall in love.♬
He pulls you even closer to his chest as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear, but he knows you’ll never. He just needed to be closer to you.
You dissolve into his embrace. As close as you were, you wanted to be even closer. You nuzzled your face into his neck, sighing in contentment as you pressed your cheek against his warm skin.
♬When I can't feel you, I feel out of touch.♬
He tangled one of his legs with yours, wanting to feel every inch of your body that could touch his.
“Are we in heaven? Cause I don’t think it gets any better than this,” He says, still rubbing your shoulder gently.
“I would say so,” you whisper into the crook of his neck.
“Then I don’t ever want to leave” He places one last kiss on the crown of your head, and the morning continues with soft whispers of adoration and longing touches filled with affection as you both seal your never-ending love for each other with a kiss. And when you pull away nothing but the reflection of pure love can be seen in one another’s eyes.
♬'Cause eternity with you ain't long enough Two seconds without you's like two months And that's too much.♬
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FIN
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thewertsearch · 1 year ago
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Ask Comp 25/8
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Aw, thank you! Sometimes I actually think I overdo it a little - that my dives are a little too deep. This is how I consume media IRL, though, so if nothing else, it's authentic.
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The Battlefield is definitely growing. The spatial warping makes it hard to measure how much it's growing, so it could definitely be exponential, especially if we keep adding higher dimensions.
As for how Jack matches up against Bec - Jack is definitely smarter, but he's also a lot more vulnerable, since losing the Ring will render him powerless. He'd have to be incredibly careful in a fight, especially against someone just as fast as he is.
I still think Bec has the edge, but his victory is far from guaranteed. I totally understand why Jade wouldn't want to risk it.
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Imagine what Eridan would have said to a 'lowly greenblood' like Jade.
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Yeah, there's no way trolls have therapy.
I hate to say it, but the Alternian version of therapy is probably moirallegiance. You're supposed to rely on this one person to keep you emotionally stable - and if you're not outgoing or charismatic enough to find a moirail, you don't even have that.
Of course, this system has nothing in common with the relationship dynamics of any culture on Earth. We really dodged a bullet there!
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Gamzee really leans into the 'court jester' aspect of being a bard. He doesn't take anything seriously, nor is he expected to do so - he's just off to the side, dancing.
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Yeah, my prediction is that Vriska is going to use him.
If she can manipulate Tavros into trying to control Jack, she might actually be able to remove his Ring. I speculated that she might use some sort of cheat to gain an advantage in their fight, and I think we may have found it.
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He casually controls Becsprite later on, so I don't think he needs their goals to align.
As for why Bec didn't try to save Jade - I think he knew instinctually that someone was going to make him save her, so he didn't need to do it manually. That's Alpha, baby!
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I can't tell if I've reached the controversial part, to be honest. Was there discourse about whether Tavros had done anything wrong?
Personally, I think it's hard to argue that he didn't, but other characters have done much worse - and in much more ambiguous scenarios, too.
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Lord English is coming, send help plz
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Thank you! It's kind of funny actually - I know that Homestuck's irregular update schedule used to drive people mad, but I'm reading it at a similar pace, with similar irregularities, and it really has been a chill experience on my end.
Maybe it's because I'm not participating in the fandom the way live readers were, and therefore, I'm not subject to the weapons-grade hiatus brain that Cat has war stories about.
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Poor Kanaya - she really knows how to pick 'em. Rose is definitely less stressful to crush on than Vriska, though.
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I recently saw this quote for the first time in a while. Excited to learn which of the comic's several thousand plot points it's referencing.
@spyril4132 asked: i have seen this in my youtube recommendations and must now share [s] descend but with silvagunner's high quality nuclear rip - YouTube
Legitimately amazing, and perfectly timed.
For anyone doesn't know about Silvagunner, please take a dip down this rabbit hole.
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I do wonder how she's getting physical details about the Sun. Isn't it, like, fully outside of conventional reality?
Maybe the Sun is physically real, despite being in an unreal location. Technically, that's also the case with sessions.
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I do like the 'music player' metaphor from an earlier ask. You don't necessarily have to use discs - a cassette player is also a good choice, or maybe an older variety of music box.
If you want to stretch the symbolism a little, your Time Player could wield something really kooky, like an iPod Nano, MIDI keyboard, or analog radio.
(Sally the Time Player would wield Rhythm Heaven for the Nintendo DS.)
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It's been years since I've watched Primer, actually. I remember enjoying it, but I don't recall enough to give a proper review. Rewatch time!
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Yeah, the rules for Captcha codes are all over the place. This example implies that they hold the general idea of an object, without any 'corruption' - but when John's Ghost Dad poster was defaced, its code did change.
The implication, I guess, is that defacing a poster counts as changing its nature, but spilling oil on a pogo ride does not. It's weird.
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It is odd that it's marketed as a beta. Sburb and Sgrub seem almost identical, the latter's bifurcated session notwithstanding.
The human session failed, yes - but it failed due to manipulation, sabotage, and a generous helping of terrible luck. If Gamzee prototyped one of his clown posters, Jack's regicide could just as easily have happened in Sgrub.
All that said - when it comes to software development, I'd trust Sollux over Grandpa any day. If one of those games is more stable, it's Sgrub.
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Alright, that one's actually pretty great lmao
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purpie-goddess · 1 year ago
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Good Omens as Hozier Unreal Unearth Lyrics
De Selby 1- No closer could I be to God / Or why he could do what he's done
De Selby 2- too down bad for good omens let's be real
First Time- not applicable so much, unless it's 'first time that you called me angel' lol
Francesca (works so well for Crowley)- Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I
I, Carrion (Icarian) - We'll float away, but if we fall I only pray, don't fall away from me / I do not have wings, love, I never will, soarin' over a world you are carryin'
Eat Your Young- N/A
Damage Gets Done - That first car was like wings on an angel (and you flew away) / Before the whole wide world got too thin
Who We Are (Is literally perfect for them) - You and I burned out our steam chasing someone else's dream / How can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems? / Darling, we sacrificed / We gave our time to something undefined
All Things End (Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever) - I have never known a silence like the one fallen here / Never watched my future darken in a single tear / And all things end / All that we intend is built on sand / Slips right through our hands
To Someone From a Warm Climate - There are some things that no one teaches you, love / That God in his awful wisdom first programs in
Butchered Tongue will never mean anything else to me but a lament for Gaelic language and the generational trauma of my Irish ancestors so I'll omit it
Anything But- I don't wanna be anything / But I would do anything just to run away
Abstract (Psychopomp) - The Earth from a distance / See how it shines
Unknown/Nth (Buckle in) - You called me angel for the first time / My heart leapt from me / You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth / And what's left of it, I listen to it tick / Every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me / Do you know, I could break beneath the weight / Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you
First Light - Darkness always finds you either way / It creeps into the corners as the moment fades / A voice your body jumps to calling out your name / But after this I'm never gonna be the same / And I am never going back again
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maryholdenofthevalley · 10 months ago
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The not-really-hidden meaning of the 1967 scene in Good Omens - Crowley and Aziraphale's First Confession
The job promotion scene in season 2 and what comes after that was not their first confession. No, no. It wasn't at all, and I have just found out about this too late.
(I have always been slow from picking up the undermeaning of people’s tones or writings and I have never seen anyone else talking about this, so this is like an enlightenment for me. To be fair, the bandstand scene was very close, but I will write a whole ass study about the entire season 1 riddle later.)
So, yes, I want to talk about how the entire season 1 was full of riddles and coded conversation and Neil was not being mysterious when he said this:
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Maybe they have never kissed, held hands or said out loud “I want to date you” in season 1 (but did say “I know you do like me”??? unreal.), and so some people might think that Good Omens was just queerbaiting us, since the author clearly said it was a love story but they never explicitly confirm it on the screen? Yes, I used to think that too. I trust Neil, but I didn’t know him when I first watched season 1, and even though I have strong, concrete suspicions on so many scenes, unless they actually use one way or another to confirm it, I really couldn’t just go around saying their relationship is canon or something, right? And even regarding the tweet… I mean, if that were me, I could even say that friendship love is still love, so it’s still a love story if they aren’t lovers.
(There is a relationship dynamic called ‘queerplatonic’ and it’s not romantic love, but not friendship, either. I’m siding with the idea that Aziraphale and Crowley want to be romantic lovers, but if it’s not what they intend to and want something close to queerplatonic, then that’s fine, this whole post’s stand is still the same.)
It’s embarrassing that season 2 had to be out in the world and everyone was in shambles but in exchange for the right to claim canon relationship, that was when I started to believe season 1 was, indeed, a love story. And when I rewatched it, I almost had a heart attack because I cannot believe that one angel and one demon were so explicit in showing their romantic love, and they even actually CONFESSED ONCE, and I didn’t realise???????
So I am here trying to help anyone who is just as pathetically clueless as me. We are of the same kind, my friends. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, notwithstanding anything I just say about being embarrassed.
First, let’s quickly visit this certain homosexual’s subculture around the world, where they spent years being oppressed, discriminated against and even killed for just wanting to love people with the same gender as theirs, so: they formed some sort of language or code that only the people in the community can understand, to recognize each other (you can read more about it here). One example I saw in a recent manga I read, “Hōzuki no Reitetsu”: gay men wear earring on their right ear - it’s not to ridiculous straight men as gay for wearing their jewellery in a certain way, it’s a coded fashion statement for gay men to recognize each other.
Why am I talking about this? Because Aziraphale and Crowley’s loving relationship, whether platonic or romantic, is just as forbidden in Good Omens world as homosexual in real life. Even if Heaven or Hell doesn’t consider homosexual to be a sin like some extreme conservative Christians think, or Aziraphale and Crowley is not exactly males (angels/demons are sexless), but as two Earth field workers respectively belong to two opposite sides who just want to declare war on the other side and destroy them, they are not different from two spies from two warring countries. Every interaction without authorities’ permission will be considered treason and will be punished. Not to mention after the battle against God, the former fallen angels - as well as those who remained - understood best how terrible the punishment for traitors could be.
That’s why when Crowley talked about the Agreement (first letter capitalised, not getting in each other’s way and helping each other when needed) and when Aziraphale thanked him for saving him, or when Aziraphale said he’s actually very kind or when Crowley asked if he should thank him, the other person freaked out and said “Don't say it!”. Don’t say it out loud. Because, even if their bosses weren’t supervising them, they both felt in their hearts that, if they acknowledged the existence of a not-so-nice angel and a not-so-evil demon, or describe their relationship in spoken words, then one day they will be discovered by their side and will be severely punished, or even not able to see each other anymore. Or the other person will experience the exact same feeling. If the two of them want to continue communicating in secret, they must have a series of secret intermediate meeting points, must talk to each other in codes, and the other person will always understand what the other person really wants to say. Or sometimes, think that they understand.
Besides, 6000 years have passed since the Earth was formed, and this “secret friendship” relationship has still not been discovered, and they have been very happy together for so long, and for them, putting a name on their relationship is extremely unnecessary. Their relationship is unique, no one can interfere, and no one should find out and call them anything other than “arch enemies” or “willy opponents”. This further contributes to the fact that any conversation that seems “more than friends” must be in extreme euphemism, because even being “friends” is not allowed.
Recently, I just found a fanfic on AO3 - post-professional endeavours by darcylindbergh - catches on very well the way they talk in code, in which I quote:
Ezra and Anthony were hardly joined at the hip; Anthony’d even told Daniella once that they were just colleagues, though Daniella had made a dramatic face about it and he’d had to concede, “All right, friends, then.” They never reached. They never curled together at tables in coffee shops; they didn’t lay side by side on sample mattresses, testing them out. They never said we in that tone, in that two-as-one kind of voice. They didn’t ring off phone calls with love yous and goodbyes. But she could see the way they looked at one another. She wasn’t sure if they thought they were hiding it from her, or if they thought they were hiding it from themselves. They weren’t very good at it, if they were. Or maybe they just weren’t really hiding anything, per se, but they were so used to never saying, to never acknowledging, to speaking euphemisms and riddles and code words, that they forgot how to speak clearly.
This. This is what I meant when I talked about the way Aziraphale and Crowley talked to each other over 6000 years, in fear of their two opposing sides, of their superiors, and of themselves. They have forgotten how to speak clearly.
So. And those are for before 1862 AD. I will soon get to the love confession scene that I promised you, but I have to analyze the scenes leading up to it first before we can understand it.
- 1862, St. James's Park: Their desire to protect their relationship leads to an unwanted overprotective reaction
This is where we started, with St. James’s Park, one of Aziraphale and Crowley's meeting points. Human spies throughout the park’s history have also used it to meet discreetly, pretending to feed the ducks to stand next to each other, but are actually discussing important matters.
This is the scene where Crowley first asked for holy water, in 1862. While pretending to be a stranger standing next to Aziraphale, Crowley opened like this:
“Look, I've been thinking. What if it all goes wrong? We have a lot in common, you and me [...] If it all goes wrong, I want insurance.”
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Crowley needed a backup plan, because he was afraid that this little friendship he had would lead to his destruction, because Hell wouldn’t send a warning letter, Hell wouldn’t forgive. But Crowley found a way for him to continue this “fraternising” relationship instead of cutting ties with Aziraphale.
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Aziraphale stopped Crowley’s attempt to take the holy water, because the holy water would not only temporarily damage the human corporation, but it would destroy the devil’s soul completely, just like what hellfire does to angel’s. Aziraphale’s first reaction was not “I won't help you because this is against the rules in Heaven” - which he would use as an excuse later, but fear, thinking that if Crowley got hold of the holy water, he could get hurt, whether accidentally or intentionally (if I talk more about the time Neil told us that Aziraphale doesn't keep holy water in the bookstore to protect himself from demons because doing so could accidentally hurt Crowley, I will scratch the wall and cry for another ten minutes).
Crowley got angry when Aziraphale called their relationship fraternising. He was accepting the risk when he asked for holy water so he could continue to be friends with this angel, and his angel called the thing he was trying to protect ‘fraternising’ like a something beneath him or similar, and angrily replied, “I have lots of other people to fraternise with, angel.”
And Aziraphale left, also angrily, burning Crowley’s holy water request, and the two of them never spoke again for nearly a hundred years... (yeah, they really didn’t see each other again) until Crowley saw Aziraphale get in trouble with the Nazis and jumped in to save him.
This might just be my own guess, but Aziraphale was faced with two choices here: either continue to be friends with Crowley but it would put him into a dangerous situation that he had to ask for dangerous insurance, or quit it before the time to use the insurance had come. It was clear which choice he took.
(About the reason Aziraphale left: when Aziraphale broke off his relationship with Crowley, he was also in conflict with himself about their relationship and his own relationship with Heaven, for more details you can read in this essay about Aziraphale as autistic-coded character (this is my backbone when watching the TV show). Aziraphale has done this several times: in the bandstand or the last moment of season 2, he always ended their relationship when he was overwhelmed with emotions, even though he didn’t want to.)
(In 1880s, about 20-30 years after St. James park, Aziraphale was learning to dance in a “discreet gentlemen club” which is, confirmed by Neil, a heavy reference of a real gay club back then.
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and I can’t stop thinking about the headcanon “Aziraphale was so sad after he broke up with his ‘queer friend’ that he went and found other ‘queer friends’ for comfort”. Which also explained why Crowley didn’t know he could dance, since at that time they weren’t around each other to tell the story, and also Aziraphale wouldn’t be able to explain why he was in a gay club when they were on break---)
- 1941, The London Blitz: Aziraphale realised the feeling…?
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At the sudden meet up after 79 years (if the 1827 Aziraphale consider one month of not meeting Crowley was a long time, I wonder how heartbreaking it was for him to not being able to meet him for almost a century), Aziraphale saw how Crowley still eyeing holy water but still hadn’t got it ever since he first asked for it (it kinda prove that Crowley didn’t need it when he wasn’t fraternising with Aziraphale), and in the same night:
practically realised his love for Crowley/realised how loved he was by Crowley
explicitly said to Crowley they are friends
saved Crowley from Hell’s punishment (=> and had it sink in again how much in trouble he would made Crowley for being with him)
had a romantic candle dinner with him in the bookshop's backroom
In one. single. night. Now that I talk about it, they really had had a wild night in 1941.
Aziraphale may be slow to change, but once given enough time to figure something out, he is extremely determined and stubborn. The moment he realised how much Crowley cared for him: jumping into consecrated ground to save him, using a miracle to save precious books, even though the two of them were still angry at each other; Aziraphale realised. Did he realise he had feelings for Crowley, or realised that Crowley cared about him more than a friend? Only Aziraphale knows it. Michael Sheen once said: “This was the point where Aziraphale falls in love with Crowley.” (23:30)
Bonus: About this post on Tumblr:
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I think I don’t need to say much more. Let’s think about how, from then on, they have started a relationship that wasn’t about asking favours back and forth anymore: it's about friends helping each other when the other person needs it. Keep it in mind, because we will return to this point in a moment.
So, yes, they started their relationship again after that 1941 dinner, and there was also that unfilmed scene in the 1960s in America. It would eventually bring back the reason Crowley needed his insurance again, and this time, instead of asking Aziraphale and risking breaking up like they did once, Crowley went and planned to get it himself (I wonder if Crowley was rubbing it in Aziraphale's face to plan his heist in a pub just right across the bookshop. I know Soho was a good place for that shading activity according to Neil, but really, that petty? Even though he still didn’t want Aziraphale to find out?) before being stopped by Aziraphale who accidentally heard about it.
- 1967: The shift in the relationship and the unconscious confession
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Crowley knew best how stubborn Aziraphale was, that’s why he always try to nudge him to agree to stuffs in roundabout ways in their 6000 years of knowing each other (like the time he made excuse so that Aziraphale would agree to help him raise the Antichrist).
But he had never persuaded Aziraphale to give him the holy water again.
“You told me what you think 105 years ago.”
He didn't do his usual to convince Aziraphale, but Aziraphale himself had come up and gave him what he wanted, just like Aziraphale had not asked him to rescue the books, but Crowley still used his demonic miracle to help them not being burnt to a crisp even though Aziraphale, who worships his books just as he worships his God, had forgotten about them.
Gave holy water to a demon, gave the demon an ultimate weapon that can make other demons fear of him. Something that would make Heaven smite him, for fraternising with a demon. Why? Because he was his friend. The only one he could see as friend in this whole universe.
“Should I say thank you?” “Better not.”
How risky and dangerous it is, to help an angel from being discorporated. To give a demon insurance from Hell’s rage.
But Aziraphale did it anyway instead of leaving, because he wanted to be with Crowley. And Crowley understood the meaning of that action. And this action changed something in their 6,000-year relationship that seemed to always remain unchanged, and that change was more dangerous than the word “friends" that they had gradually accepted in recent years, and they began to speak in a code that only the other could understand, because their fear of being discovered was ingrained in their celestial/occult’s blood, because this was how they spoke from the beginning, was the dance they have been doing for six thousand years.
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“Well, can I drop you anywhere?” Crowley asked. (Let me help you back, I owe you this. Let me drop you somewhere else, somewhere nice, to say thank you. Maybe we can do something else, because clearly something has shifted heavily in our relationship, you just admit to me that you want to stay with me despite everything you believe in, and can I know more about that decision?)
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Aziraphale had answered: “No, thank you. Oh, don't look so disappointed.”
(No, please don’t look so disappointed. I’m not rejecting you. I’m not rejecting this advancement in our relationship.)
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“Perhaps one day we could… Go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritz.”
(We have done this so many times. We had so many shared meals together. We had gone out for no reason at all because we were friends. I had already admitted that you are my friend 26 years ago and you heard that. No, I’m not talking about the obvious matter that we are friends. I’m telling you we can advance this relationship at some point in the future, into whatever state it leads us to.)
So when Crowley offered, again, in a sickeningly soft voice, “I can give you a lift, anywhere you want to go”, it was so painfully, clearly a plea: “I’m ready to do this, angel, I want to be of use to you, I want to be with you anywhere”. 
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Crowley was offering something outside of their Arrangement, not just part of the ‘I own you you own me’ circle over and over again for years, but something beyond that, a plea that they could remain this current new side of the relationship. Or, maybe, he was seeking confirmation of whatever spark happened that night of 1941, the night they started helping each other outside of the Arrangement, the first time Crowley gave Aziraphale a lift with his brand new car.
It’s worth noting here that there’s a moment in season 2 that (in my interpretation) confirms 2023 Crowley still doesn’t realise his feelings for Aziraphale are “love”. So what does the code ‘I’ll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go’ mean here, if I keep insisting that Crowley already confessed in 1967?
Crowley is an optimist who improvises on the go, intuitive and has strong feelings. He rarely plans in advance, but most of his plans are “we will cross the bridge when we get there”. Evidence: it shows in the book that Crowley only thought of trapping Hastur in the answering machine when Aziraphale called him; or he always chose to run away first instead of finding a way to solve it, whether it is Armageddon or Satan.
So, by the time he offered to give Aziraphale a lift anywhere he wanted, Crowley was sensing a new shift in their relationship. And although he knew it was moving in a positive direction, he didn’t really understand it as “love” - and at that moment, didn’t really think about the opportunities, possibilities, nor the dangers that may arise if they continue to move beyond this relationship milestone.
But Aziraphale knew. Aziraphale, who understood that if he expressed his love for a devil would make him a traitor to Heaven, would cause him to be completely destroyed, would put Crowley in danger.
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Aziraphale, just as sad and as gentle as he could, stopped him there.
“You go too fast for me, Crowley.”
(Like I said: I’m not prepared. You might be ready, and you might be eager to pursue this, but we are still not in the clear and there’s still danger if we do it. So let’s stop this conversation.)
Aziraphale had actually given Crowley the greenlight, in a possible future. When they no longer have to fear the punishment of Heaven and Hell, when they are free.
But until then, would Crowley still love him? Would Crowley still be waiting for him, and this world, to prepare?
Conclusion:
And that’s what I meant when I said 1967 was the year the two of them confessed their love to each other, even though the result never led to a new step or the end of their relationship, and one angel and one devil continue to know each other in fear, but with an understanding: that they can go further if this world allow them.
Before ending this post, I want to add one more detail that may be extremely important, but has not been completely confirmed yet. At the end of season 1 and in the novel, when the two of them ate a luxurious meal at the Ritz - the most luxurious hotel in England (they have been eating there together for a long time), there was a musician in the room playing and singing the song “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square", with the following lyrics:
♪ That certain night ♪ The night we met ♪ There was magic abroad in the air ♪ There were angels dining at the Ritz ♪ And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
And the narrator, God (!!!) had said that when they were eating at the Ritz, there really was a nightingale singing in the Berkeley Square!!!
At the end of season 2, both Crowley and Aziraphale understood the nightingale's reference to love, and even used the bird to point out their love for each other???
sO the important thing we need to know here is whether Aziraphale understood this reference when he said “perhaps one day we could dine at the Ritz” in 1967? If he actually knew about it then, then this conversation he had with Crowley is even more obvious “we can be lovers but not now”. Even though this post would stand its point if he didn’t know it, but, if he did, I would literally put Neil in a demonic circle with ominous candles.
Edit: youryurigoddess has a meta’s about the possibility that both Aziraphale and Crowley had heard this song together and considered it their song in 1941. So it proves my point here, and I’m preparing the candles.
(Also, in case he didn’t know about the nightingale song then, I still think he would have heard Queen’s “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” whenever Crowley giving him a lift somewhere:
♪ Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine ♪ (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely ♪ I will pay the bill, you taste the wine ♪ Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely ♪ Just take me back to yours, that will be fine ♪ Come on and get it ♪ Ooh, love (there he goes again) ♪ Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) ♪ What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy ♪ Everything's all right, just hold on tight ♪ That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy
If Aziraphale still didn’t get in then I will give up.)
EXTRA BONUS:
I just read a post with the exact same topic as this one, but about the scene after Armageddon was successfully averted, and Crowley asked Aziraphale to come to his house after saying Aziraphale’s bookstore had burned down, you can read it here.
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To summarise: In season 1 episode 2’s script, when Gabriel and Sandalphon went to the bookstore on Thursday (after Warlock’s birthday, Crowley went to Aziraphale’s bookstore to have a drink, which was Wednesday), Aziraphale could see Crowley walked out to his Bentley from window, that’s why Sandalphon smelled evil: because Crowley had just left.
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So what does it mean? It means: Crowley just spent the night at Aziraphale bookstore. This one time didn’t really mean anything, the two of them have probably stayed at each other’s house overnight several times to drink alcohol. But, if so, then why did Aziraphale act so worried when Crowley invited him to sleep over at his house, if staying over at each other's house wasn’t something strange compared to before?
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Because the moment Aziraphale stood up to Heaven and Hell, along with Crowley telling them about the Ineffable Plan to abort the Apocalypse, it was also the moment Aziraphale came out that he was on the same side as Crowley, that Aziraphale has betrayed Heaven. So when Crowley said:
“You can stay at my place, if you’d like.”
It’s. Not. It’s not as simple as ‘oh your house burned down I can give you a space to rest’ NO. It’s not that simple.
Crowley was suggesting something else, whether he was aware he was suggesting it or not, and Aziraphale understood it. Like when Aziraphale telling Crowley in 1967 “someday, who knows, we might have dinner at the Ritz” even though the two of them had dined together many times before and the Ritz also was just a restaurant like any other restaurant, if more luxurious: but it has a different meaning, because the two of them had learned about the song of the nightingale, about the love that blossomed while the two angels had dinner at the Ritz…
So what did Crowley mean when he invited Aziraphale over, you asked me again? To be honest, I’m not sure. My last three brain cells are yelling “THEY DEFINITELY FUCKED BUT IT WAS A DRUNKEN NIGHT AND THEY NEVER MENTIONED IT AGAIN JUST LIKE THAT CONFESSION IN 1967. DON’T BELIEVE IT? JUST LOOK AT AZIRAPHALE IN SEASON 2!!!!!”
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Aziraphale in season 2 really was this close 🤏 to have a feast on Crowley’s body, I am sure about that. I don’t believe they’ve done nothing in 4 years; I didn’t believe that they held hands in the bus back then, but now I am a firm believer ✊✊✊ Just as how they had a 6-hour drinking at the news of Armageddon or how they stayed overnight drinking away the shock that Warlock was not the Antichrist, I believe that after the success of averting the end of the world, they held hand on the bus and then had a drinking blast back at the flat and then during drunkenness they fucked. And then not another word again. For four years, “pretending we are not together, but not really for the last few years”.
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(I will have another post for this later)
Even so, if you don’t think they actually do something too intimate, then I think Crowley’s invitation still means something: we are now on our side now, please be together with me Aziraphale. Maybe he was trying to bring back the unanswered question back in 1967, when Aziraphale asked him to wait: Have you caught up now? Am I still too fast for you?
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“You don’t have a side anymore. Neither of us do.”
They are no longer restrained by Heaven and Hell, Crowley reminded Aziraphale, the speed limit (danger) is no longer there. And that Crowley was still waiting for Aziraphale, that now Aziraphale had a chance to choose Crowley.
(Crowley I swear to God Herself-)
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pandasmagorica · 2 months ago
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4 Minutes last minute episode 8 clowns
Update: I've reblogged this post together with my clown results. If you're reading this as my reblog, my results are at the bottom.
With only a few hours to go before the finale drops and we either go "Wow!" or "WTF?" or both, it's time to get my last ever 4 Minutes clowns in. This post necessarily has reveals from episodes 1-7. Full disclosure: I have not rewatched 1-7 and am apparently confused about the relationship between various minor characters who have entirely too much power over whether our mains and sides live or die.
It also doesn't help that I have trouble recognizing Title.
Anyway, my clowns follow the jump.
Either nobody's going to see this until after the episode and will read it laughing and pointing at me and telling me how wrong I was. Or, miraculously, how right I was. Relax. I'll be doing the same.
Or I will search the 4 minutes tag and discover that everyone else is posting their clowns as well. This is Tumblr after all.
Who's Timeline is It?
There have been various takes on what's real and what's unreal. Here are the nominations, including a couple of my own creation:
The unreal/4 minutes redo version is Great's alone as Great ticks off the 4 minutes until brain death.
The unreal/4 minutes redo version is Great's and Tyme's shared vision as Great and Tyme simultaneously tick off the 4 minutes until brain death.
The unreal/4 minutes redo version is all the killed people's shared vision as they tick off their own personal 4 minutes until brain death.
The unreal/4 minutes redo version is what really happened, and what we've been thinking as real is Great's fever dream.
Both the unreal/4 minutes version and what we've been thinking as real are real and exist in parallel universes.
The unreal/4 minutes redo version is a creation of the hungry ghosts during the hungry ghost festival.
We get a third timeline where Great and Tyme do everything right the first time.
I'm going out on a limb and saying that #1, Great's only, is out. There is too much that happens in the unreal timeline that is out of Great's knowledge.
#2, A GreatTyme timeline is doable. I'd have to re-watch 1-7 and separate out the real from the unreal to see if there was anything unreal that neither Great nor Tyme would have known. Actually, there is: Manee going to the temple to hire a hit man and getting the 4 fortune. So, that kills #2 so to speak.
#3 and #6 are similar. #3 would be a pastiche of their thoughts while #6 would be an actual redo from the spirits' perspectives. Both options have been set up, I think.
I kinda like #4 and #5. I don't actually think they would do #4 - I'm happy to be proven wrong. And while series have done parallel universes, it's a little late to be introducing such a concept.
I also like #7 although I don't think it's likely.
Drumroll, please!
I'm guessing it's #6, because of the Dome returning from the hospital scene, plus the timing of the series.
Lukwa and Her Out of Body Experiences
Lukwa talks about the 4:00 room and being able to see into the future 4 minutes and then change it. But is that happening in the real or the unreal?
If she's talking in the unreal, then it's just in her mind or Great's mind or GreatTyme's mind and she's really not talking to Den (and they probably won't get together, sadly).
If she's talking in the real, then the question is was the 4:00 room real or in her mind? The 4 minute time jumps? There could be a different answer for each one:
4:00 room unreal
She didn't see Great in the room because there is no room.
4:00 room real
The room is part of one of the other two realms (that is Heaven or Hell, not Earth) that Great's dad mentioned to Tyme's granny when praising her cooking in the unreal timeline.
She really saw Great in the room. (Actually, I didn't pick up on that, so it may not be true. But others have written about Lukwa seeing Great there.)
We know from her telling us that she had a boyfriend at the time it happened, and that she doesn't have a boyfriend now, that her near death experience didn't happen at the same time as Great's.
So the 4:00 room is timeless. But then why are there only two or three people there?
4:00 room clown
I think the 4:00 room doesn't exist. It's part of Lukwa's fever dream.
time jump unreal
That's the most likely explanation.
time jump real
Time for season two.
time jump clown
Lukwa's 4 minute jump is as real as Great's, no more, no less.
Unresolved Issues That I Hope They'll Answer in Episode 8
(And my guesses.)
What happened to View? Is she even alive? (She's dead, sorry.)
Why did Tonkla have a vision of Dome alive? It begins at the hospital where Tonkla wouldn't have seen it. Plus it starts with a nurse present. (Hungry ghosts, see #6 above)
Does Tonkla ever get to bareback? Someone said Win did it but I only remember one sex scene with Win and it was condomized. (No. Nobody is going to bareback Tonkla and it will drive him to further murders if he doesn't get killed himself.)
Do Den and Lukwa become an item? (Of course. Why do you even have to ask?)
Is Lukwa alive? I think yes but I've seen others say no. (Yeah, unless I'm right about #6, then no. She could still wind up with Den a la He's Coming to Me.)
Why was Manee in the tunnel? I think she was pushed into the path of Great's car. But I have nothing to support this - it's just that it would be more interesting. (Like I said. I think she was pushed.)
What is the 4:00 room? (It's one of the three realms, but isn't Earth.)
Do Lukwa and Great ever meet and talk about their 4 minute jumping experiences? (No.)
Does Great live? (Yes.)
Does Tyme live? (No. Sorry.)
Okay, I'm down clowning, at least for now.
See you on the other side of episode 8!
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zhongli-lover-69 · 1 year ago
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tagged by @corvids-corner to show lock screen home screen + last song !
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apologies to everyone who actually keeps up an aesthetic on their electronic devices but, in my humble opinion, commitment to the bit comes first. i'm so committed to this bit that i've had nick cage as my homescreen/lockscreen for four years. i'm not even kidding. the bit has long since passed the talking stage – we're balls deep into a committed relationship. you know how it goes. first base is watching national treasure together, second is making him your phone screen, third is co-writing a nicholas cage x reader fanfic, fourth is holy matrimony. that's right. holy matrimony. all my sorority sisters are off tying the knot with their eager eager frat beaus, but nickie's taking his sweet sweet time in asking me to forever bind my life to his. but i don't mind the wait. one of the best things about being in a digital parasocial committed relationship is that your boyf will not be going anywhere ever, because his actual personality has become so warped by perspective and idealization that all reality has been lost. yeah. your man might be real but mine is a b-list celebrity who lives in my phone. uh huh. let's see who comes out on top when the heavens crumble and the earth gives way beneath your feet. when the rivers rise and the moon blots out the sun. you will cling to your mortal dalliances and sob for all that has been lost; but not i. i will not despair. for the god i worship has no throne above from which to fall, no fiery lake below in which to drown. he is a mortal trapped in amber; an unadulterated idea; the most undying parts of the doomed human consciousness. he peddles neither salvation nor damnation – merely imperfect perfection, an unreal balm to smooth the aching gears of the human condition. the thing which i value most can never be lost, for it has never truly existed. except, perhaps, my lockscreen streak. breaking that would be truly tragic.
also i quite like no rain! listened to it a lot growing up + it stuck :-)
tagging @madslad @dawns-noctua and anyone else who would like to take part in this tag game !
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artofzz · 1 year ago
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My thoughts on Gojo vs Sukuna
This battle was a long time coming. So of course it does not surprise one when it did.
Though I did feel like Gojo's return was oddly plain. Like he was sealed for a long time (for us as readers) and then he was just out. Now the situation is tricky. Sukuna is already at such a power level and it's hard to justify how long Yuji and the others could survive like this.
And Gojo has no reason to wait too.
The problem to me is that the end of their battle will hardly be satisfying at all.
I saw some say that Gojo had to lose for story purposes but I do not agree with that. We saw in his flashback arc how he failed twice. Once saving Rico and then stopping Geto.
At the beginning of the Shibuya arc, he received another loss in the form of being sealed away.
Sukuna on the other hand only lost once at the beginning which was not even a proper fight.
On top of it, the Shibuya arc really was a disaster more for the Sorcerers than the curses. This arc already ended in the favor of Kenjaku and was a failure for Yuji and his group. So do we really need this arc to go worse before things get better? I don't think so. Again Gojo was gone for a long time for us as readers, only to fail right after? That would be a really bad idea, in my opinion.
If Gojo cannot defeat Sukuna then nobody can and no matter how we are going to see his defeat it would feel unreal if it was not Gojo.
I don't believe that Yuji has to defeat him. Believe it or not, there were never any real indications that he would defeat Sukuna at any point in time. Mahito is his nemesis and he is still alive. Kenjaku only absorbed him, he can still summon Mahito and use him. This means that fighting Kenjaku will finally end the constant conflict between Yuji and Mahito.
There were always parallels between Gojo and Sukuna even the 'Among heaven and earth...' text was used for both of them.
Another thing to point out is that Sukuna is just another factor in this whole series. Like everybody else, he has a role to fulfill. The true antagonist of the story is Kenjaku who has been pulling all the strings up until now. So it makes the most sense for Yuji to fight him.
I like the division that the others will take him on and only Gojo should fight Sukuna. It makes more sense that way. (I don't think we need to fall into that Shounen cliche of the protag to get the strongest opponents, it does not really fit in with JJK)
For me, the best outcome for their fight was always a draw. They would kill each other and there would be no definite answer on who is stronger. Of course, the problem in this fight now is that Sukuna has not his own body.
Killing him would kill Megumi and would Gojo really kill him? Now he said he would not hold back and he clearly is not but does that really mean he would kill him? He knows Megumi for the longest among his students and despite what Toji did to him he still took in his child.
Originally I thought that their battle would make the most sense to be the last in the series.
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Love seeing the fob insanity u have going on <3 feels good to see someone else externalizing all the feels bc my god what a fucking show. When I bought the Tix it was basically on impulse cuz I don't listen to them as much anymore but my subconscious clearly knew what it was doing cuz that show converted me again fall out boy forever and ever and ever fr fr
if there is one truth about me is that i'm insane and that i have the personality of a dog with a squeaky chew toy and i will make it everyone's problem (right now being fob insanity tbh askjdfasojfdsoai)
AND LITROLEE LITROLEEEEEEEEEE IT WAS SO. ive talked about the show a lot to a bunch of people already and i know that im just repeating the same words over and over but it really was. spellbinding. speechless. patrick has the voice of a thousand vengeful angels about to smite a city. i went a bit crazy the entire concert and was just jumping around which was soooo fun (shout out to the girls behind me and my sis, our section was kinda dead but we were Out There For Real). arms race was out of this world. heaven iowa was.....patrick sounded UNREAL? BETTER THAN THE RECORDING???....hearing patrick sing the words true blue LIVE!!!!, i dont think i'll ever get over it. the fucking staging, the logo turning into the bright sun with the lights during love from the other side is permanently seared into my brain like holyyyyyyyyyyy shit, the spinning earth over hold me like a grudge....screaming along to chicago is so two years ago in my favorite place in the entire fucking world...literally unreal.
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infantisimo · 2 years ago
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All speak in creation. All living and non-living beings have access to gestures, sounds and music that constitute any language. But linguists often credit only humans with the capacity for language, despite knowing it’s not solely their creation. Language, in fact, is the music of creation (the cosmos) created in equity altogether. Not only Adivasi ones, but languages created by every human society on the planet have been sourced from natural environments, experiences, relationships with the biosphere, everyday activities, art skills and techniques. We Adivasis make use of this musical language in many forms and ways, which then constitute the making of our oral tradition. Our oral literature. This is why we Adivasis address this collective tradition, which includes the oral literature of our ancestors, and today’s written modern literature, as orature and orature cannot be considered to be ‘folk literature’.
As non-Adivasi literature constantly looks upon ‘folk literature’ in isolation from ‘people/folks’, folk literature often ends up denoting an illiterate, rural society, unfamiliar with script and grammar, whose culture lags compared to city folk. Cultures considered simple because their language knows no twists.
From a philosophical standpoint, it is far more complex to define ‘folk’. In philosophy, there is both ‘worldly’ and ‘otherworldly’, both reality and imagination. The ‘folk’ in non-Adivasi societies and civilisations belongs to either humans or gods. ‘Folk’ is a mishmash of earth, sky, underworld and heaven. Indian philosophy and literature have such a conceptualisation of ‘folk’.
Among Adivasis, ‘folk’ doesn’t hold a similar conception. Here ‘folk’ is reality. There is no space for fantasy and the unreal in their world. This is why Adivasis do not categorise or keep their literature in the ambit of ‘folk literature’. They call it purkha sahitya (literature of the ancestors). In Hindi, their literary tradition, (which includes both ancestral and modern-day literature), is called ‘Vachikta’. In English, orature.  Because orature isn’t just language, but rather sounds, letters, music, movements and songs. It comprises the languages of animals-birds, rivers-mountains, forests-settlements, planets, sun, moon and the wind. And all this is real, absolutely true. No element is supernatural or even divine. Not miraculous. Each of our moments is connected to all these elements of the cosmos, and we touch and feel them in our day-to-day life. This is why the cultural world of Adivasis is artistic, multicoloured, and multilingual.
Without knowing the nature of language, its mutual associations, the nature of its duets, and its innate contradictions, it is not easy to understand the oratorial tradition, Adivasi ancestral literature and its modern-day works. Speculating from the criteria of so-called mannerly, modern literature, from the aesthetic norms of Hindi literature and culture of India is fruitless.
The conceptions of Adivasi philosophy are different from dominant Western, Indian or Marxist ideas. It neither accepts ‘Satyam Shivam Sundaram’ like the East nor truth and beauty as in the West. Nor does it consider human beings as the eternal truth like Marxists and Dalits. Adivasi philosophy is creationist and naturalist. Adivasi society holds the highest value for known-unknown directions, disciplines, and provisions of the planet, nature and cosmos. There are no concepts around truth-falsity, beauty-ugliness or human-inhuman in their philosophy. It doesn’t consider humans to be great because of their intelligence or ‘humanity’. It firmly believes that everything living and non-living in the universe is equal. Neither is anyone big nor small. All things present in the universe are meaningful and have equity in existence, whether an insect, a plant, a stone or a human being.  It accepts knowledge, reason, experience and materiality within the discipline of nature, not against it.  Adivasi philosophy does not look at exploration, testing and knowledge in terms of convenience and usefulness, but as symbiotic harmony and existential association with the earth, nature and the entire living world. It looks at the activities and behaviours of the human world, the entire evolutionary process, not against nature and existence but complementing it. It brings things to utility as long as there is no sense of serious damage to any object or creation, to nature and the earth. It follows that there is no degradation or decay of nature and life.
Adivasis don’t fall into the lingual traps of modernity. In their philosophical tradition, they are more realistic and scientific than any society. They never search for truth, experiment with truth and look for humanity. For them, the sun is the sun, the moon is the moon. Water is water. Blood is blood. Human is human.
This is why Adivasi literature cannot be divided into ‘folk literature’ and ‘Nobel literature’. It stays in unanimity. Adivasi thinkers and writers around the world consider their oral and written literature to be inseparable. The difference in thoughts between tradition and modernity in non-Adivasi literature finds no ground in Adivasi society. The coming of new material resources does not completely change a tradition. It doesn’t bring forth any substantial change in one’s philosophy of life. The making of vision, aesthetics and philosophy does not occur overnight. This process is extremely slow and long. From this point of view, the concept of modernity seems like an illusion. If the coming of technical inventions and luxuries like fridges, TVs, mobile phones and the internet guaranteed ‘modernity’ then there’d be no killings in the name of race, religion, caste or gender in Indian society. There wouldn’t have been such continuity in atrocities and discrimination against women, Adivasis, Dalits and backward communities. Our daily behaviour is governed by our philosophy, not by motorcycles, scooters and cars. Air conditionerss can only regulate temperatures outside oneself, not value systems, thoughts and ideas. Those result from one’s philosophical tradition and religious philosophy.
Adivasi literature is the bearer of its philosophical tradition. There is no place for false modernity with the glitter of materialism there. Marathi Adivasi author, Vahru Sonvane, says, “It is incongruous from the point of view of Adivasis for literature to only be written.  Thousand-year-long traditions have never stopped. Those traditions are still an integral part of Adivasi life in an inseparable way.”
Mamang Dai, Arunachali adivasi writer, writes, “I am Adivasi, and geography and landscape, the myths and stories of our ancestors… all of these shape my thought process.”
Canadian Aboriginal thinker and author, Akiwanji Dame, says, “Literature is a creative activity. Literature as a unit of creativity is a part of our culture, and we always express it through many ways and mediums. By singing, speaking or writing, all are ultimately part of a unique creativity’.
The oratorial art and literary practices of Adivasis are a set of diverse art forms in which nature plays a major and assured role alongside all other art forms. In the art traditions of the Adivasi world, dancing is necessary for playing, playing music is necessary for dancing, singing is necessary for playing music, and singing, dancing and playing are not possible without the natural habitat. Water, forest and land are the main elements of Adivasi philosophy and art. To look at Adivasi orature in isolation from all these is to deny its philosophical discourse.
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I love this man's take on the season.
And personally, I noticed one more thing thanks to this beautiful person, so I'm going to write about it now in this post. I highly recommend reading their full theory because otherwise I think it would not just sound like hyper-conspiracy writing, like they mentioned, but also like spoiler...? Well in a way I suppose, yes.
So, let me continue from the part, where it is mentioned that Metatron could be pulling the strings, and rewriting the Book of Life.
But before that, I also had an idea about, what if Neil Gaiman's replies (like the ones presented in the link above) are not just not to be trusted (if they aren't), but also to be trusted to be coming from Metatron's view. (F.e. saying the Job record wasn't important, feels very off when we have Chekov's gun all over the place. But what if it's meant to be coming from a different view, so the audience wouldn't get spoilered to soon of season 3. Because according to this theory the whole season was mingled by Metatron corrupting files. So what if Metatron is the one who would think of it as not an important part? Which could be a fatal error on his end, and eventually lead to his downfall)
As mentioned above some parts felt unReal. Like they were fiction. And to me, Gabriel and Beelzebub felt like one of it too. (They had chemistry in season 1 yes, but not this kind) (Explaining below)
Now, if we remember, we were promised a romantic, gentle and quiet season, (if I remember right angel and demon was also mentioned), and we did get that. Just not for our main characters (yet) that everyone expected.
And that could be, a clue to how Metatron is trying to work with the Book of Life. You don't want to rewrite the whole book, if you're just an apprentice. He's just the voice of God, and not God herself.
So here's what could happen from Metatron's view: Do we want an Armageddon? Yes. Do we want to stop the ones interfering with the Great plan and continue with it? Yes. Is the the one stopping it from our side, is on our side? No.
So what do we do? We get them to be there. And how?
There was meant to be an angel and a demon getting their romantic story. And until the very end of season 1, there was no other option, but Aziraphale and Crowley. But at the Armageddon't, both of their bosses showed up, thus them became the second subjects from different sides having an actual meeting.
So there we have it, we can use them, to replace the story with them. We can continue writing a new story, while also going back a few times in the real story to black out some unwanted parts in secret.
Why would Gabriel and Beelzebub be a good choice, when they are also demon and angel? Even higher in ranks than the original pair! It's simple: They never met before. They didn't spend proper time together. A few days to eternal beings are nothing. They don't care about Earth. They are fine with just being with each other, and doing nothing else (because they aren't humans, and never been around them to know what else to do). They don't care where they are, or what happened around them. "Wherever you are is my Heaven." It can sound sweet, but given this situation is very strange and feels almost as it was staged. Fiction, like a real person wouldn't say that, especially if they were two eternal entities who are meant to hate each other upon seeing, yet they just 'fall in love at first sight', without much of a proper build up like we had with Crowley and Aziraphale.
Secondly, why it's good for Metatron: They never. did. anything against their own sides, just to impress the other, or show their care to each other. They never plunged into philosphy, built each other's character. They never talked about their own sides, and what they stand for. As if, in their whole life, it was just a side thing and not their literal home. It feels like their whole relationship can just end at a snap. Meanwhile Crowley and Aziraphale had worked out a strong relationship throughout the years. They had perfect communication (as described in the reblogged post), they sacrificed their own tasks for the other's well being, or just liking. They learnt what the other likes, what they dislike, and how to aproach those things. They know their pace, they have a structure on what the other expects of them if one of them fucks up something, and after doing the proper apology they move on. They just figured out doing a miracle together can work out way too well, way too strongly. They do literally anything to save the other, even if they would need to go against their own sides. Additionally, they don't want the Earth to die, they don't want an Armageddon. They are a threat. Gabriel and Beelzebub aren't.
So it all makes sense! Just change the demon&angel pair and we're good! Right? Wrong! And that's because Metatron makes mistakes.
When Crowley goes up to Heaven, and listens to the files, he notices that Gabriel very suddenly changed his mind. He doesn't want Armageddon anymore to happen. He never explains why he doesn't want one, there wasn't any build-up to it, he just goes 'Nah.' He doesn't even know why he doesn't want it. Of course we see it later that it was for Beelzebub and he wouldn't have admitted that, in front of the angels, right? Wrong. Why wouldn't he? Even Metatron says that Aziraphale can literally have the demon around up in Heaven, present that he loves him, and the worst would be that they frown upon it because he would be in a high enough rank to do that. And given that it's literally Gabriel's place he got offered, it doesn't make sense why Gabriel wouldn't have been allowed to do the same.
Crowley finds it weird that he just says no to Armageddon, for these reasons, he was in a pretty high rank, he knows/knew about the etiquette, and what they can or can't do.
I think this was one of the strongest clues that not just we could get, but also one of our main characters, Crowley. We're still waiting for the explanation along with him. Except, now we see that Aziraphale had took on the offer, and now it is getting clearer and clearer to see, that this operation was staged. Let's get Gabriel out, our only potential angel with a demon acquintence, but also not really get rid of him. He can stay an archangel, even if only in other angels' mind. They don't need to know about it. Then let's get Aziraphale into his post, the one who was interfering too much. Ruin everything he got built up. Slowly getting rid of everything that connects him to Earth: Crowley, the journals he wrote (which were very convinietly have been left in his bookshop, for Muriel to accidentally find and read them), and everything hand-crafted by people. Thus when all of those were pushed down enough for him to be viewed insignificant, finally getting him in charge, to be forced to destroy all of it, like it never mattered.
Metatron is a scary, awful son-of-a-bitch-of-a-threat, and Neil Gaiman's a beautiful writer, who's already working hard on how Crowley and Aziraphale will come out of this mess ^^ (*hostage sounds*) I promise
(For the reasons mentioned in the upper post, I'm 97% sure he's a hostage to his own mind atm until he finishes the next ending)
The Magic Trick You Didn’t See: Being An Analysis of Good Omens Season 2
(or: Neil Gaiman, Your Brain is Gorgeous But I Have Cracked Your Sneaky Little Code And Have You Dead To Rights*) (*Maybe)
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Soooooo I just spent the last 48 hours having a BREATHTAKING GALAXY BRAIN EPIPHANY about Good Omens Season 2 and feverishly writing a fuckin16,000 word essay about the incredible magic trick that @neil-gaiman pulled off. 
Yes, it’s long, but I PROMISE your brains will explode. Do you want to know how magic works? Do you want to know what Metatron’s deal is (I’m like 99% sure of this and it’s EXTREMELY FUCKING GOOD)? Do you want to know about the Mystery of the Vanishing Eccles Cakes and the big fat beautiful clue I found in the opening credits? Do you go through the whole inventory of Chekov’s Firearm & Heavy Artillery Discount Warehouse? 
Here is the essay, go read it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/193IXS11XN46lziHRb6eUpM17yK0BQkRqke1Wh64A_e0/ When ur done u can tell me I’m an insane crackpot, and u know what, i won’t even be offended
In case you don’t know whether you want to bother reading the whole enormous thing on google docs, I’ve put the first couple sections of it under the cut. JUST TRUST ME OKAY, HEAR ME OUT, THIS IS VERY EXTREMELY COOL, NEIL IS GOOD AT HIS JOB–
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As a Chinese, I'd like to talk about those Chinese web novels classification
English is not my first language, but I think you can get what I mean~!
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In China, all these web novels been considered as one big type, YY novel.
So what is YY novel? YY sands for 意淫, which's phonetic transcription is Yi Yin. So what does 意淫 means? Well a similar words is 手淫(masturbate), 手 in Chinese means hand, and the first character in the 意淫 is 意, which means mind. No go figure what's 意淫(YY) means.
The usage is just for joke at first, but soon it gets so popular that people simple couldn't find a better words to describe such kind of novels. In the most general way to speak, reading these kind of novel gives you a extraordinary pleasure that similar to image you have sex with [insert any actress that you are dreaming for here].
This name also implies that such kind of novel is not at the same serious level to those classic novels. It usually don't have a very rigorous background setting(LOR), the author usually can't make more than 10 characters feels like a real person in the same time (A Song of Ice and Fire), but in my opinion it just set the author's imagination free, and allow them to tell so many good story.
So we have the name "YY novel" to describe this kind of novel in a general way, what's the more detailed classification for us heavy reader? Here's the well recognized way of web novels classification used by qidian.com (the most successful and influential web novels site) and other Chinese sites.
科幻: Kehuan, 科(science) 幻 (fiction). I don't need to explain it right?
奇幻: Qihuan, 奇(intriguing, magical) 幻 (fiction), usually refer to novels that set in a western culture background. It usually have kings, noble, knight, magic, elf, dragons, and sometimes heaven, hell, angel, Demons and Gods. This type should be the most familiar type for westerns. There are some very good Chinese YY novel in this sector, and I think translate them are a good ideal, like CD, names in this type of book are western, your MC's name wouldn't be Xiao Yan, Yang Kang but Rodriguez, Lancelot. For translators I recommend a book named [亵渎](http://read.qidian.com/BookReader/5060.aspx) (literally means blaspheme). Don't know if anyone had translated it but I can assure you this is a really good book. Oh and 魔法学徒[(mage apprentice)](http://www.qidian.com/Book/165.aspx), the earliest Qihuan novel of Chinese web novel, a really good one.
玄幻: Xuanhuan, 玄(abstruse, unreal) 幻 (fiction). This term is use for those fiction set in a eastern culture background(in contrast to 奇幻Qihuan). In Xuanhuan you get five basic element (metal, wood, water, fire and earth), Chinese style gods, powerful animal monster like fox and tiger who can transform to human look, Taoist practice that allow human to become immortal, etc. It's a really general type, and Xianxia is just a subclass of this type. You guys already read a lot of Xuanhuan novels here!
Wuxia: I think most of you are already familiar with this type.
Xianxia: Another term you guys are familiar with, but I think most of you already found taht the definition some translators here give before are not that accurate, it's because they some how mistake Xianxia and Xuanhuan, which is understandable. Xianxia is a subclass of Qihuan, it's more focus on a key background setting that human can become immortal(仙xian) through Taoist (in most case) ways. There is another term almost equals to Xianxia called 修真, 修(practice) (to become) 真(true, immortal).
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time to work now, is anyone interesting this stuff? If anyone like it I'll update this post when I'm off work.
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Hey guys I'm gonna be gone for a while bc I'm with this girl Savannah as you guys can tell by my post but yea me and her are getting really serious we're already past the Physical Affection stage and on are way into the more "Mature Affection" stage And I really want to commit my whole life to this girl so I want to work things with her I wanna be there for her more I wanna try new things with her And right now our relationship is Picture perfect we have 5 classes with each other She goes to my soccer games And hockey after school all the time We don't talk on the phone We talk Face-to-face in person like we meet up anytime we want to see each other or just talk to each other the phone isn't an option anymore she's literally the next street over from my house My grades are finally going up because she's helping me understand things I didn't She lets me go through her phone I let her go through mine We have nothing to hide we're always holding hands or just Giving each other physical attention no matter where we are I comfort her she comforts me We don't fight we don't Argue and if I'm really being honest this is the best girlfriend I've ever had in my whole entire life She's been nothing But kind sweet and caring she's honestly an angel sent from heaven just for me She is the best thing That's ever happened to me I love her so much more than anything or anyone i do plan on proposing to her with a Special Darry ring That you could only buy once in your lifetime for only 1 person Once you buy it you can never buy it again ever But we can't get married until we're 18 so for right now if she says yes she will be my fiancé Until we're 18 We both are really into each other We can't go a day without talking to each other And when we do get Separated all we do is whine about each other to our friends She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen it's like she's not real she's a dream she's so pretty She looks like a movie star a model in fact I can't get her out of my head she's the first and last thing I think about every Hour Second and minute of the day I'm such a lucky woman to meet her in this lifetime I promise to give Her my everything We're already planning On having kids And moving away when we get older I want to do all the things we planed and not let her down bc she's The best thing that's ever happened to me Her beauty is unreal it's like she's an angel she's a goddess she's so pretty even the sunrise after a rainy night isn't even pretty to me anymore I could just sit there and stare into her diamond blue eyes For the rest of my time here on earth or should i say the rest of my life her shiny Diamond blue eyes her Silly hyper loveable personality her comforting smile her soft kissable lips her perfect white straight teeth her soft Wavy blonde hair her gentle soft smooth hands her small fragile perfect curvy body no matter how Intecure she is I will always love every part of her she will always be perfect to me in my eyes and noting can ever change that, I love how she can fit into my arms perfectly shes not to big not to small not to tall and not even close to being even too short she's just perfect for me in every way possible she says i swooped her off her feet but i feel like its the other way around i mean i was at the lowest point of my life I basically given up on dating i was too scared to give my love and trust to another person but she picked me up off my feet dusted the pain away and taught me so many new things but most importantly how to love and trust again, what more can i asks for shes perfect shes everything i ever wanted, who said dreams couldn't come true hm? literally I used to dream of dating someone like her but here I am dating a Christian country girl with Diamond eyes and a soft smile that I can't help but cry tears of joy knowing that she's mine nobody else's just mine and mine forever till death draws us apart but anyway farewell Tumblr cya sometime in the future<3333
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letterstodreams · 8 months ago
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A drop in the lake
I want to drop into silence, to feel again once more like the drop in the lake, the calm and peaceful serene lake, where all feels mostly silent. I don't want this as an impulse or an emotional desire. Rather it's a learned habit and it requires self-discipline. My mind gets wound up tightly around words, and more words, ideas and more ideas. Even in the realm of ideas, there are the fast-paced, out-of-control ideas that grow outward in all directions, and there are the slower, more deliberate, orderly, neat ideas. Blogging is a more fast-paced, unrestrained thing for me. Even when it feels orderly, there's an undertow of disorder that somehow unravels me when I go too far this way. So I'm going to have to take a break, for days or more.
The orderly realm of ideas follows goals, a plan, for my life, a rhythm and season, grounded in the earth, in the body, enough of the day or I feel like I'll fly away (oh glory - ah my traumatic memories triggered by church hymns). The orderly ideas keep me grounded, sometimes in my all-day mantra-prayers I use to cleanse and debug and unwind my mind. The prayers make all else fade but the present moment and the immersive intentions. They feel like a character in my mind that I can talk to, and get answers from, or more like they speak, but in results rather than dialogue. I engage them, and they provide in mysterious and undeniable ways. They give creativity, intuition, healing, insight, and blessings and luck (but not too much luck, more like enough comfort to bear the pain kind of luck).
I wanted to join my family, floating away in the clouds with the deceased members of my family.
Before someone died recently in my family, I had this thought, and then a few days later, they died. It felt like some kind of premonition. But I've learned that I have a sense of someone's personality before they die, for days or weeks ahead of time, but that's not the only time I sense them. I'd been sensing her, and now she has died. I will miss her, but I feel so very detached from my entire family. Yet she was one of the closer ones I had.
She was of the older generation, who I felt closer to. I feel like they're all leaving, this older generation, and I didn't really know them that well. I feel like the side of them I knew could have been an illusion in some ways, because they presented their good side, but I never knew them up close like I did with my own parents. My parents appear completely different depending on how close you are to them, and I feel that I too am an unknown person, who appears different the closer you get to me. Except no one is very close (well, one person is quite close, in many ways, as much as a child can be).
And besides this one child who is my own dear child, holding me to this earth and life, other than her, I feel closest of all to the people I wasn't close to. Maybe I'm closest of all to an illusion in my mind, rather than any reality at all. And it makes me feel like an illusion, unseen, connected to those now gone, whose level of realness is a question to me. I wanted to float off in the clouds to this unreality-world. Because if I can't show my real self to anyone, don't I belong there as much as anywhere? If I shall leave this realm of disappointment someday won't the world that now feels like an illusion become glaringly real, in heaven? I hope it will be so, and so beautiful too. And yet, these people who might be somewhat illusion are also more of the characters who I confide in.
People who I hope are realer and deeper in their goodness than I knew for sure. When trust has been crushed and twisted and poisoned and tricked again and again, it can feel hard to really believe in anyone, so you might cherish the safety of possible illusions, hopes and memories you're not sure are real. They can be the most comforting of all. Friends who I once had, as a teen, book characters, people I don't really know. But the ideals they seemed to stand for are something I can hold on to, and channel in the characters of my mind. It can heal and teach me things that can be realer than I know, as I am learning. One day maybe I will be closer to real people and sure of that fact, but if not, the illusion can feed me.
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