#memoria flash

[voca-song-a-day]

Today's featured song is "Lycoris Memoria" by Toripiyo feat. Flower! (cw: blood, and video contains epileptic content)

[pcgatos]

Memoria Flash.

[tonaley]

Vomitada de recuerdos Unas fotitos de estos días Poetic shit #fotografias #foto #photography #poeticshit #flash #flashshot #camara #streetphotography #street #nightshot #centro #memorias #recuerdos #portrait #portada #album #tonaley https://www.instagram.com/p/CpgjhSQu9RC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[commsroom]

first of all thank you so much for having this blog and sharing your thoughts!! your eiffelposting (and heraposting) has literally got me through the post w359 Grieving Process after running though the whole thing in about 2 weeks and your character insight is. well. chefs kiss. Eiffel Understander Of All Time. 2 things: 1, if it’s ok, you’ve mentioned before about an eiffel version of change of mind, and the idea has (1/2)

(2/2) literally stuck with me since and i’d love to hear your thoughts on that if you have any! 2, are there active w359 discords about bc i got a deep need to yap about all this (apologies if the first msg came through twice, tumblr's being weird)

oh, it makes me very happy to hear that!! your art is a gift, and i'm glad i can offer you something in return.

as for your question... yes! okay. the basic premise is to frame eiffel losing (and regaining) his memory as a catalyst for character growth, as a narrative parallel to lovelace's death and resurrection, rather than a resolution. i think it's noteworthy that the finale has eiffel faced with himself from first a very internal (the final confrontation literally taking place inside his head) and then a very external (hearing his logs as an outsider after losing his memory) perspective and i think the natural extension of this is, well. to confront him with himself.

one of the most key things about eiffel's character arc is that he wants to escape himself. "it's taken me this long to realize that running from everyone else means that you're alone with yourself" but, as addressed in constructive criticism, he's also running from himself. he doesn't like what he hears on those tapes, but the eiffel of succulent rat-killing tar both is and isn't the eiffel of brave new world, and i think that's what's being set up/suggested at the end.

i think viewing eiffel's memory loss as a death is incomplete, while viewing it as a "fresh start" or anything of the sort is incompatible with his existing character arc. but if you think of it as part of this pattern of eiffel trying to escape himself, and ending up still stuck with himself...? if he makes the big sacrifice, "escapes" the person he is as much as anyone can, and then finds he's still stuck with himself, still has to live as the person he is...? then, what next?

(i think this also ties in well with maintaining sobriety; addiction, self-destructive impulses and the desire to not be present in his life, etc. are all rooted in the same things.)

my concept of eiffel regaining his memory would be this sort of... fever dream "life flashing before his eyes" sequence of stepping into significant moments in his life (as a stranger) and interacting with himself, and needing to accept / reintegrating all of these versions of who doug eiffel is and has been. that the question of "am i still doug eiffel?" is one of accountability for his past but that he's always been changing and will continue to grow. i think a key part of this would be him seeing these moments through a pop culture lens / as if it's a movie and then more gradually seeing what they really are. ideally, these would be moments tied to specific songs for him; eiffel's internal soundtrack is well beyond wolf 359's budget, i'm sure, but it's a hypothetical anyway. these would be real memories, in some form, but obviously none of this would be happening for real; it's just how i think his brain would make sense of it (while he's presumably unconscious.) it's like sarah shachat said about eiffel's story in limbo: to tell that story, he would first have to make it a story.

i like this because i think it works well with eiffel's existing arc. i like it because it provides a different angle on self-exploration via memory in the same vein as memoria and change of mind. i like it because it makes a good potential parallel to shut up and listen/constructive criticism, and to mayday (eiffel alone with the voices of others vs. eiffel literally alone with himself.) it feels like a natural extension + heightened conclusion to things that i feel are already implied + set up. and, while i like where wolf 359 ended and would never want to add to it, i like imagining what zach valenti would do with a bunch of different versions of eiffel at different stages of his life interacting; i think he would knock it out of the park with material like that.

i think the real core of identity in wolf 359 is in these moments where people assert who they are, or decide to be who they are. again, in parallel to lovelace... the same way that lovelace decides to be isabel lovelace, "even if [she] never has been before", eiffel would decide to be doug eiffel, all the people he's been, the person he is now, and all the people he's going to be.

(as for discord... i think there are some, but unfortunately i don't know of any that i would personally recommend. you are always welcome to ramble at Me on discord, but i know that's probably not the same.)

[fancuries]

The time has come for us to reveal this year’s fantastic Fancurie Nominees! Voting’s start date is yet to be decided, but worry not! That doesn’t mean you can’t still show appreciation for your favorites and cheer them on with all your heart. The List is divided up by Category, so if you’re searching for a certain someone, just use ‘Command F’ to search for them :)

These WAN-derful creators and their works have amazed us with all put into them, so please give a (virtual) round of applause for the Nominee List! Click below the cut for the big reveal. Congrats to everyone, we’re ultra happy to have you here!

-Fanseries of the Year-

Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Oceana Precure by Magical Chise

Sweet Nature Precure! by lightning_skyyy

Samurai Flash Pretty Cure by Lulu

Once Upon Precure by letsudraw 

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

-Favorite Fancure-

Hidaka Nao/Cure Sunflower created by AwkwardSauce

Cure Rainy created by StoneUmbrellaArt

Yuanfen Zhao/Cure Fen Hong Se created by FennieAile

Yuki/Cure Platina created by vivipuri

Aleta Acker/Cure Memoria created by Looontoonz. 

Mariko Asoda/Cure Action created by Tiffany-chan-123

Vivianna/Cure Loyalty created by *Kalopsia*

Vanelope Von Schmitt/Cure Sweets created by AlliMocha

-Creator of the Year-

PensandHearts

PeachieCure

smellyelly

Just a Melon Pan

Luna Starcatcher/StarcatcherDreams

Aceaeite

Blueskygelato

-Best Fanseries Concept-

Plushies, Childhood, & Found Family - Precious Friends Precure by PensandHearts

Nintendo Games & Franchises - Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Ghosts, Spirits, & the Supernatural - Yūrei Attack Precure by Emil162

Hanakotoba (Flower Language), Friendship, & School Life - MagiHana Precure by Just a Melon Pan

Life, Death, Magic, & Sorcery - Viva La Vida Precure by vivipuri

The Internet, Web Safety, & RPG Classes - Digital Pretty Cure by Shirogane Sammy

Technology, Cyberspace, Video Games, & 90s Nostalgia - 8-Bit Pretty Cure by Tiffany-chan-123

Time travel, History, & Learning - TICKTOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Arcades, Racing Games, & Sweets - Sugar Rush! Pretty Cure by AlliMocha

-Best Team Design-

Divine Horizons Precure by PensandHearts; Drawn by AlliMocha

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

FunTastic Precure by Magicalbirbart

Magie Musica Precure by Nyamu Utani

Sugar Rush Pretty Cure by AlliMocha

Ahoy! Pirate Precure by nemojokard

DREAMCATCHERS!!!!! Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy 

-Best Individual Cure Design-

Cure Delivery created by muffinmoonn

 Kusaka Haia/Cure Jewelry created by Neopolitansworld

Meguri Sanzu/Cure Buster created by emil162

Nekoshima Sasha/Cure Prima created by Nyamu Utami

Vivianna/Cure Loyalty created by *Kalopsia* 

Nagumo Sara/Cure Cozy created by smellyelly

-Best Mascot/Fairy Design-

Cookie & Cracker from Once Upon A Time! Fairytale Precure by ritsu

Poko-Poko created by Emil162

Cozy Panda from Toy Monster Pretty Cure by nymoonunicat033

Pixelena from Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Dinah from Kuni no Alice Precure by Tsuki Usami

Albus from TICKTOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Nighty from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Pinkity Drinkity & Dragon Drinkity from Beauty Guru Precure by nemojokard

-Best Villain Design-

Calla from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Nocturna from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Jirai-Keia from Digital Pretty Cure by Shirogane Sammy

Belladonna from 8-Bit Precure by tiffany-chan-123

Voilanna from Presto! Showtime Pretty Cure by VelaNova

-Best Henshin Item Design-

Bloom Box & Floret Keys from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Cure Clocks & PreCharms from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

MagiHana Crescent from MagiHana Precure by Just a Melon Pan

Angel Juice from Pretty Cure Dream Hospital by MikanYae1278

Precure Storybook from Once Upon Precure by letsudraw 

Seasonal Wands & Keys from Nature Shift! Pretty Cure by nemojokard

-Best Logo Design-

Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce)

Stelle Bright Precure by linyu3u

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Storytime Pretty Cure by soleilequinoxstories

-Prettiest Cure-

Moritoki Kaname/Cure Bouquet from Crafty Precure by kokoruu

Aberdeen Sloane/Cure Ripple from Fantasia Precure by dolicehearts

Cure Freya from Fairy Dream Precure by aceaeite

Yuki/Cure Platina from Viva La Vida Precure by vivipuri

Yuzuki Maiki/Cure Taffy from Sweet♡Hearts! Pretty Cure! by Tsukiyume Luna

Sakurano Airi/Cure Sweetheart from Yumeiro Pretty Cure by magicalbirbarts

Celestia Mercier/Cure Fantasy from DreamCatchers!! Precure by tomatoteddy

Cure Haunting created by blueskygelato

-Cutest Cure-

Cure Lumine from Dreamy Fantasia Precure by flvtterbvgg

Azuki Inubozaki/Cure Puppy from Pawfect! PetTime Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Amu Itogawa/Cure Stitch from Crafty Precure by Kokoruu 

Bashira Chifuyu/Cure Salty from Cosmic☆Rays Pretty Cure! by Ellee

Cure Bubble/Aozora Maki from Sweetheart Pretty Cure by dreamnoteprincess

Celestia Mercier/Cure Fantasy from DreamCatchers!! Precure by tomatoteddy

-Coolest Cure-

Takarada Rion/Cure Jewel from Crafty Precure by kokoruu

Meguri Sanzu/Cure Buster from Yurei Attack Pretty Cure by Emil162

Maria/Cure Aurea from Viva la Vida Precure by Vivipuri

Hiroshi Aoyagi/Cure Light from Stelle Bright Precure by linyu3u

Valeria Blackwood/Cure Vampira from Magical Shadows: The Twilight Cures  by MissEasChan2009

Tabitha Mathews/Cure Taffy from Sugar Rush Precure by AlliMocha

Kayla Coleman/Cure Puzzle from 8-Bit Pretty Cure! by tiffanychan-123 

Lei Sandiego/Cure Spice from Bittersweet X Daydream Precure by AlliMocha

Addie Herrman/Cure Charm from Presto! Precure Showtime!!! by Vela Nova

-Best Lead Cure-

Morimoro Honoka/Cure Rose from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Mochizuki Maika/Cure Reverie from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Katelan Jules Valerio/Cure Sleuth from The Precure Investigations by FennieAile

Kato Sora/Cure Lightning from Sweet Nature Precure! by lightning_skyyy

Densetsu Sakura/Cure Future from Digital! Pretty Cure by Shirogane Sammy

Rina Amano/Cure Joyful from Storytime Precure by soleilequinoxstories

-Best Supporting Cure-

Hidaka Nao/Cure Sunflower from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Takumi Kaito/Cure Nalu from Oceana Precure by Magical Chise

Natalie Goldstone/Cure Trainer from Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Morino Suzuko/Cure Thunder from Sweet Nature Precure! by lightning_skyyy

Moeka Chibana/Cure Sakura from Samurai Flash Pretty Cure by Megumi Aramaki

Hayashi Naomi/Cure Clover from Sweetheart Pretty Cure by dreamnoteprincess

Yoshimoto Haruhi/Cure Royal from Storytime Precure by soleilequinoxstories

-Best Mascot-

Sayu from Digi Cute Pretty Cure by ShadowmanePX41

Pixelena from Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Paon Cat from Digital Precure by Shirogane Sammy

Albus from TICKTOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Tupper from Nature Shift! Precure by nemojokard

-Best Supporting Character-

Quinn Solace from The Precure Investigation by FennieAile

Princess Dahlia from 8-Bit Pretty Cure by Tiffany-Chan-123

-Best Villain(s)-

Dahlia, Cosmo, & Calla from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

The Corrupted Sirens from Oceana Precure by Magical Chise

Delilah from Pawfect Heaven Precure by Ponypanter09

Ran-Ran from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

-Excellence in Traditional Art-

Haruruism 

KentaWong94 

KiraKiru

Blueskygelato

-Excellence in Digital Art-

Mahougui

Aceaeite 

Just a Melon Pan 

kirb/<(=OuO=)> 

salsasprecure 

AlliMocha 

-Excellence in Doll Maker Design-

DreamNotePrincess

MintyBingus 

Luna Starcatcher/StarcatcherDreams

tiffany-chan-123 

[futuresoon]

Characters/Pairing: Ratio/Aventurine, Original Female Character/Original Female Character Rating: E Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Wordcount: 10,761/? Other Tags: Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Gore, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Top Dr. Ratio/Bottom Aventurine, Not All Tags Apply Yet, Additional Tags May Be Added Summary:

Ratio presses one of the buttons, and the screen lights up. The numbers on it flash for a moment before settling at 0.200.

“In this area alone, the concentration of ambient memoria is 200 millisomni per square inch. Not enough to induce hallucinations, but we may have some interesting dreams while we’re here. And the citizens of Vara-II have been having such dreams likely their entire lives. The effects of nuclear radiation on memoria have not been studied, so I can’t say for sure what effects this has had on their societal development. But I doubt it’s helped them keep a level head.”

(During a negotiation on a planet with a history of IPC-enabled nuclear warfare, Aventurine and Ratio get stuck alone in an old fallout shelter-turned-museum after a bomb drops, with Aventurine severely injured. They've got the supplies to last until an IPC rescue ship can arrive, but the planet's already-unstable memoria has been stirred up, and they're periodically forced to relive the memories of the shelter's original inhabitants. And things didn't go well for the shelter's original inhabitants.)

[smokingago]

"Premonizioni, presentimenti, previsioni"

La nostra mente elabora continuamente tutte le informazioni, tutti i particolari, tutte le piccole cose che accadono intorno a noi, particolari apparentemente insignificanti che al momento ci sfuggono ma che rimangono impressi nel nostro "hard disk" soprattutto quando riguardano persone a noi vicine e a cui siamo legati.

Personalmente mi è successo, e mi succede ancora, a volte come un flash improvviso altre nei momenti di profonda riflessione, che tutti questi particolari iniziano a prendere un senso, tutte queste tessere vengono allineate ed elaborate nel mio cervello, proiettate come filamenti di dna, e iniziano a formare un pensiero, un algoritmo, che mi porta a schematizzare i possibili avvenimenti futuri con tutte le varianti, paragonabili a una partita a scacchi.

È così che ho iniziato a "prevedere il futuro" per così dire, a creare con la mente situazioni, sogni (oppure incubi) ad occhi aperti, è così che riesco a vedere in anticipo tutto quello che può succedere.

Questo mi aiuta molto nella vita quotidiana, in famiglia con gli amici e anche nel lavoro perché riesco a capire in pochi istanti chi ho davanti, conosco già le risposte prevedo quasi sempre qualsiasi reazione ed evoluzione futura in un qualsiasi rapporto umano.

Molti la chiamano empatia, sensibilità, profondità; niente di tutto questo, si tratta solamente di un'ottima memoria di una spiccata intelligenza e velocità di elaborazione del pensiero.

Naturalmente spesso tutto ciò è anche causa di problemi, soprattutto con quelle persone riservate a cui non piace essere "lette dentro", per non parlare poi di tutti quelli (tanti) che indossano una maschera, poiché riesco a penetrarla con estrema facilità.

Molti attribuiscono queste premonizioni alla chiaroveggenza, a qualcosa di non scientifico, sovrannaturale e sensoriale, soprattutto quando questi scenari si concretizzano nella realtà.

Succede che una di queste previsioni non mi esce più dalla mente, un presagio particolarmente vivido e terribile, non mi fa più dormire, per settimane, un incubo ricorrente che mi sveglia ogni notte e mi terrorizza, riguarda una persona a me molto vicina, perché percepisco quasi con sicurezza che è in grave pericolo.

Quando quest' incubo si realizza quasi alla perfezione nella vita reale di questa persona, tranne per l'epilogo drammatico della morte, il mondo mi crolla addosso, è successo tutto come avevo previsto, non so più a cosa credere, non riesco a darmi una spiegazione razionale, il senso di colpa mi attanaglia perché avrei potuto fare qualcosa prima, nonostante avessi rivelato in parte il mio incubo a questa persona.

Da allora questi scenari e visioni che la mia mente costruisce sono sempre più frequenti, mi spaventano terribilmente, cerco di evitarli, provo a non pensare, di giorno ci riesco, ma il problema è la notte quando riesco a vedere in profondità il male che mi circonda. Ed ho paura.

Smokingago

[garmgeyr]

The Art of Remembering

@omnipicureans: OPIA ( . . . ) the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive & vulnerable. Obscure Feelings prompts | no longer accepting

« After that, Gallagher used the Enigmata's power to once again activate this soaring Dreamscape unfettered by The Family's shackles — this is the origin of Dreamflux Reef. »

”Do you see it yet?”

”Bring her down.”

With a roar of the engines, the ship rocked violently. A shrill, out-of-sync cacophony of alarms filled the cockpit in a flurry of red and white flashing lights. Micah had been a pilot for years by then, once a member of the rebellion’s combat fleet, now the newly-crowned heir to the Watchmaker’s name, but no amount of experience could save you in a contest of raw strength. He wrestled the wheel, the points of every knuckle pressed up against the leather of his gloves in sharp ridges, the soft lines of age between his eyebrows darkened into deep furrows of concentration. The stabilizer blinked rapidly just off to his right. His eyes darted to it, but the wheel jerked out from his loosened grip the instant he tried to reach for it. He grabbed it again and pulled back hard, the muscle along his jaw tightening until the blue vein that streaked under the pale, nearly translucent skin near his temple raised.

”I hope you’re holding onto something back there,” he said through gritted teeth, and then all at once the ship settled with one long, metallic groan.

An unsteady stillness overcame the cabin, its sirens still blaring in discordance until, one-by-one, the pilot flicked them all off. Then there was only the creak of cooling metal, and the hum of idling engines over yawning memoria.

”I don’t know what that was,” Micah admitted and hesitantly took his hands off the wheel to twist around and check on his passenger, who was just now picking himself up off the steel floor with the help of the leather straps bolted to the wall.

”Are you alright?”

”Where’d you learn to fly,” Gallagher grumbled as he massaged the back of his neck, but the exchange of relieved, albeit uneasy smiles settled the ripples of underlying anxiety. He was a few years younger than Micah, both of them at this point in time pushing into their late thirties, their faces prematurely aged and worn by the demands of war and the hardship of exile. Although one was fair-skinned, blond and blue-eyed, and the other darker in all features, they were, by all appearances, brothers, and the look that passed between them carried a message understood only by those who’d spent decades developing its code together.

So Gallagher gathered himself and went to the door, where he took its handle in both hands and threw his weight down onto it until it turned. Metal screeched against metal as he pushed the door out and then dragged it back along its sliding track, opening to a vast sea of dense, rolling fog that stretched on as far as the eye could see, blending into the dusty navy of a distant sky. Refracted moonlight cast a diffuse, shadowless glow across the gloom. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Gallagher stepped up to the edge and peered down into the sea’s fathomless depths.

”Is this the place?” Micah asked from the cockpit, flipping a switch and turning around again.

”There’s something under the waves, that’s for sure.”

Uncertain silence fell over the cabin for a long time.

”… Are you sure you want to do this?” It was Micah who broke it first, even though his voice barely crested above the steady hum of the engines. He draped his arm around the chair’s headrest and tried to make anything out from the rigid lines of Gallagher’s back.

”I don’t have a choice.” Emphatic. They’d had this conversation a dozen times before, and as if to make a point of that, Gallagher raised his arm out over the sea of fog, then slowly curled his fingers. Wind began to whistle through the cabin, softly at first, but mounting gradually into a gale that whipped the loose ends of Gallagher’s shirt and brushed his hair back from his face. He stared steadily out over the rippling fog, even as the swirling dust and debris forced Micah to shield his eyes behind him. Heat burgeoned after it and the temperature within the ship swelled until its insides shimmered like an oven, skipping sparks of magenta scoring black lines across the floor. Outside, the fog seemed to boil. And boil. And boil, until it spurted geysers of bubbling memoria that rocked the ship as if by a stormy sea.

Gallagher pulled his free hand from his pocket and groped blindly for the strap by the door, but his fingers slipped limply across the worn leather as he doubled over with an anguished gasp. Biting down so hard he felt he might crack his own teeth, he held his right arm steady even as flesh burned away under strips of magenta flame.

”Gallagher!” Micah shot to his feet, but the ship bucked and he fell back. Clamoring for the wheel, he hauled himself over it to hold it steady.

”Gallagher!” He called again, glancing helplessly over his shoulder. “Stop! It’s too mu— ah?!”

His eyes widened and his jaw slacked as the tops of skyscrapers, waterfalls of memoria cascading from the rooftops, emerged beyond the windshield: one - two - three dozen - an entire city in all, risen from the forgotten depths of the primordial dreamscape. They reached for the stars until they eclipsed the moon entirely and plunged the cabin into sleepy darkness. The rumbling stopped soon after, and the ship rocked gently into stillness.

Something heavy hit the floor.

”Gallagher!” Micah scrambled out of the cockpit and rushed to the back, where Gallagher sat on the ground, pallid and out of breath, arms draped loosely over his knees. Sweat plastered his hair to his face, and with sunken cheeks and the lines beneath his eyes carved out by the red-green lights of the cabin, he looked suddenly quite old. Micah knelt beside him, but Gallagher pushed him back.

”Just gimme a minute,” he huffed and leaned back on his hand. The good one. When he looked at the other, which was crisscrossed with bright red lines from wrist to elbow, he grimaced. Micah saw it then, too.

”You never said it’d be that dangerous—“

”I’m fine.”

”No, you’re not!”

”I’m still in one piece.” To prove it, Gallagher tried to shake out his arm. It burned, and despite how he tried to hide it, his lip twitched. Micah shot to his feet in a furious storm.

”You just did exactly what the old man always did!” He shook his head. “Does. Haven’t you always been the one nagging him about being reckless?”

Gallagher smiled distantly at the dead city in the sea.

”Yeah, he’s more important—“

”You’d really leave me to do all of this by myself?” Micah crossed his arms, and the smile faded from Gallagher’s face. “There are people depending on us. On both of us. We could have found another—“

”Look.” Exasperated, Gallagher heaved himself to his feet to look Micah in the eye, a match lit in a room that reeked of gasoline. A second passed. Then two. Then ten. Until he finally shrunk back and looked out the door with a sigh. Drawing the woolen collar of his coat around his neck, Micah turned away as well.

”… It’s done,” Gallagher said after a moment. He flexed and curled the fingers of his right hand. “The rest doesn’t matter.”

”You’re right,” Micah begrudgingly agreed.

The old city loomed ahead of them, silent, geometric shadows carved out of the star-streaked sky. The ship hummed. An engine turned over. Then, over the yawning emptiness came the eerie echoes of an aria. Both men looked up at the two tallest skyscrapers, each haloed by ethereal white light.

“You can hear the performances at the Grand Theater out here,” Micah noted with muted interest. Gallagher snorted disdainfully.

”Better find another place then.”

”I hope you’re joking.”

[kon-igi]

IL PONTE SUL PASSO DEL TEMPO

Questa mattina mi sono riempito per sbaglio lo zoccolo sanitario di un flacone intero di lattulosio, che - per chi non lo sapesse - è una roba sciropposissima e appiccicosissima che si usa per contrastare l'encefalopatia epatica ma spiegarvene bene i meccanismi risulterebbe noioso e non pertinente a quanto sto per raccontare.

Il fatto è che nell'attimo in cui il mio piede ha sciaguattato fastidiosamente nello zoccolo ho avuto una reminescenza di un qualcosa che probabilmente da lì a qualche anno sarebbe stato spazzato via nella perdita continua delle cellule cerebrali che avviene quotidianamente e invece sono rimasto lì, quasi fulminato, a fare ciccheciac col piede come un bambino in stivali e impermeabile in una pozzanghera dopo il primo acquazzone autunnale.

Il fatto è che mi sono sentito come un emerito professore di storia di una prestigiosissima univesità che scopre in modo inconfutabile che lo stesso identico oggetto - non simile... proprio lo stesso - è stato tenuto in mano da un uomo di Cromagnon, da un faraone e da un cavaliere del basso medioevo.

L'oggetto era un paio di banalissime birkenstock.

Solo che quelle birkenstock erano un qualcosa fuori dal tempo perché collegavano tre mondi, anzi, tre ere geologiche lunghe millenni.

Nel primo flash ho 18 anni e sto lavando la macchina di mio padre nel polveroso cortile del condominio dove sono nato e da dove, l'anno dopo, saremmo andati via per traslocare in un appartamento finalmente di proprietà.

La canna dell'acqua mi sfugge di mano e mi si incastra tra il piede e la suola della birkenstock destra, allagandola completamente e inscurendo il cuoio.

Fine di un'era che chiameremo onirica.

Nella nuova casa, quella dove i miei genitori abitano ancora, sto realmente per poco tempo a causa di università e militare, ma nella mia memoria emotiva il tempo si dilata in decenni, perché stringo indissolubili e potenti legami con gli amici che mi resistono ancora accanto.

Sono a malapena cinque anni, finché non decido di raggiungere la ragazza che ancora adesso mi resiste accanto (nessuno dei due sapeva che aveva una bambina nella pancia ma vabbe'... così nessuno ha potuto dire che si era trattato di un trasferimento coatto riparatore).

Mio padre mi regala la sua macchina, per il viaggio e per cominciare la mia nuova vita, così decido di lavarla per arrivare in gran stile.

La canna dell'acqua mi sfugge di mano e mi si incastra tra il piede e la suola della birkenstock sinistra, allagandola completamente e inscurendo il cuoio.

Fine di un'era che chiameremo frenetica.

In un altro luogo, lontano mille anni luce nello spazio e nel tempo, una bambina piccola coi capelli rossi dice 'Papà... laviamo la macchina che è sporca!' e quindi usciamo insieme nel cortile illuminato da un sole primaverile. Insaponiamo la macchina e, ridendo, la sciacquiamo schizzandoci con la canna dell'acqua.

A un certo punto lei guarda le ciabatte che porto ai piedi, vecchie e annerite, che oramai uso solo per curare il giardino... e me le bagna col getto della canna dell'acqua urlando 'Sono brutte! Buttale!'

E io, a distanza di 27 anni, ricordo ancora il sacco nero della spazzatura, appeso alla ringhiera della scala, e le birkenstock che hanno viaggiato attraverso le ere di tre vite intere scomparirci dentro.

Allora non avevo capito ma nel momento in cui è entrata l'infermiera con sguardo interrogativo, fissando la pozza di lattulosio a terra, mi sono reso conto che continuavo a non capire.

Ma che alla fine andava bene così.

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"Are you certain this is the dream you were meant to be exploring?" Amidst the ever-shifting platforms of the dreamscape, a stranger's voice echoes in the distance. Distortions formed by the overflow of memoria ensures that one's sensory perceptions are quickly overwhelmed. Confused by the litany of changes filtering in rapid frequency.

It's impossible to tell what direction one is in or where one should go. A predicament most harrowing indeed.

Flashes of radiant green are the first peculiarities someone would notice when Qing'er first flickers into tangibility.

"If you stay any longer in this space, you might end up irreparably distorted yourself you know."

[multiverseofseries]

Inside Out: It's Pixar, It's Always Pixar!!!

Con Inside Out di Pete Docter, la Pixar torna ai geniali fasti del passato e confeziona un film che diverte, emoziona e stupisce continuamente.

Sin dalle prime immagini di Inside Out si ha l'impressione di un ritorno ai fasti del passato. Ci era sembrato di veder brillare nuovamente la scintilla creativa che aveva permesso alla Pixar di distanziare tutta la concorrenza diretta. Con alla guida il Pete Docter di Up, lo studio di Lasseter ci ha condotto in un luogo misterioso che tutti abbiamo dentro di noi, la nostra mente, facendoci trovare faccia a faccia con la personalizzazione delle nostre emozioni basilari.

Inside Out: un'immagine del film animato

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Inside Out: una scena tratta dal film animato

Quando tante aspettative si creano attorno a un progetto, c'è sempre il rischio che restino deluse, che lo sguardo dello spettatore punti troppo in alto mancando il bersaglio e perdendo di vista il valore reale. Non è questo il caso. E ce se ne accorge sin dalle primissime sequenze. E non potrebbe essere altrimenti nel vedere in azione le cinque emozioni della piccola Riley, guidate dall'esuberante Gioia ed impegnate a gestire le reazioni della ragazzina a tutto ciò che la circonda. Emozioni che si trovano a dover gestire una situazione d'emergenza, forse il peggio che possa capitare ad una ragazzina che si avvicina all'adolescenza, mettendo a rischio quei punti saldi, scuotendo alle fondamenta le sue isole della personalità e mettendo in subbuglio le sicurezza precostituite: un trasloco, dal Minnesota ad un mondo diverso come può essere San Francisco in California.

Il mondo della mente

Inside Out: il character poster italiano di Gioia

Poco più su si è parlato di luogo nel far riferimento alla mente, background di gran parte dell'azione che si sviluppa in Inside Out e non si è usato questo termine a caso, perché si tratta a tutti gli effetti di un luogo vero e proprio, con diverse aree, la sua fauna e la sua flora (perché non si può dimenticare l'irrinunciabile foresta di patatine fritte della Terra dell'immaginazione). Le cinque emozioni, Gioia, Tristezza, Disgusto, Rabbia e Paura sono i principali protagonisti e gestiscono il tutto dal loro Quartier generale, definendo lo stato d'animo e le reazioni di Riley (come di ognuno di noi) e decretando la sensazione (e, visivamente, il colore) di ogni ricordo che viene immagazzinato.

Prima del traumatico trasloco, è il giallo della Gioia a dominare i ricordi, sia quelli chiave che tutti gli altri, di Riley, ma le cose sono destinate a cambiare ed i cinque protagonisti emotivi di Inside Out dovranno fare i salti mortali per gestire la situazione, in una storia che si dipana esplosiva e pirotecnica in tutti i recessi della mente, nell'archivio della memoria a lungo termine, negli abissi del subconscio dove albergano le paure recondite, nella vivacità della Terra dell'immaginazione. Un mondo che ha il sapore del parco tematico, con le sue tante aree ed i suoi tanti abitanti che fanno da contorno ai protagonisti, sui quali non si può non citare l'entusiasta amico immaginario di Riley, Bing Bong, e gli spazzini che si occupano di portar via i ricordi inutilizzati, ma anche il treno dei pensieri che si intravedeva già in una delle prime clip.

Le emozioni guidano la storia

Inside Out: il sorriso di Gioia in una scena del film d'animazione

C'è un momento in Inside Out, dopo gli esplosivi venti minuti iniziali, in cui per un attimo si teme che la genialità del film ci si possa fermare all'idea iniziale e la prima presentazione dei personaggi, ma non è così: il film prosegue agile, senza perdere colpi, catapultandoci da una situazione all'altra come su montagne russe di emozioni che ci sballottano dalle risate alle lacrime senza soluzione di continuità, mentre scopriamo di più delle cinque emozioni che governano Riley (ma anche di ognuno di noi, come si vede fin da subito con i flash nella mente dei due genitori della ragazza e nel meraviglioso inserto che accompagna i titoli di coda).

Un'attenzione per la storia e i suoi dettagli, fin nei suoi personaggi secondari, da sempre caratteristica Pixar, che qui torna con prepotenza facendo passare in secondo piano il pur eccellente comparto tecnico: a differenza di altri casi passati, infatti, non c'è niente di rivoluzionario che salta all'occhio nella impeccabile messa in scena. Forse perché si è troppo concentrati sull'aspetto narrativo per far caso ai miracoli tecnologici, forse perché semplicemente è la stessa Pixar ad aver volontariamente spostato maggiormente l'attenzione su storia, personaggi e, soprattutto, emozioni.

Il cinema ha bisogno della Pixar.

Non solo idee

Inside Out: Tristezza e Gioia in una scena del film d'animazione

Il cinema, e l'arte dell'intrattenimento in generale, non di rado ci mostra grandi idee non sviluppate come meriterebbero. Non è anomalo, tutt'altro; sembra piuttosto la normale conseguenza della difficoltà nel padroneggiare l'arte della narrazione con tutto ciò che comporta in termini di capacità di conquistare e coinvolgere il proprio pubblico. Maestria tecnica a parte, se c'è un aspetto specifico che rende la Pixar unica nel mondo dell'animazione contemporanea, e non solo, è proprio quell'abilità nello sviluppare le sue idee, già di per sé geniali. Una qualità che rende addirittura guardabile un titolo minore come Cars 2 e permette allo studio di Lasseter di poter sfornare sequel che non sfigurano al cospetto dei loro precursori. É una qualità importante e non merce da poco, ed è per questo sento di affermare con sicurezza e profonda stima una grande realtà confermata: il cinema ha bisogno della Pixar e tutti noi non possiamo che essere grati all'impareggiabile lavoro sviluppato nel corso degli anni.

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[monologhidiunamarea]

Il problema è quando sono li davanti al PC impegnata in mille cose diverse ,telefono che suona e ad un tratto , così dal nulla , un piccolo flash, sbucato dal nulla , come se la tua voce mi dicesse

"Ni ti ricordi quella volta che dovevo stare via per un po , all'epoca eravamo semplici amici , sono sbucato dopo due giorni facendoti una battuta stupida e tu mi hai detto che ti avevo fatto uscire il sorriso ma non per la battuta ma perché ero spuntato " e invece non è la tua voce a dirmelo , nemmeno tu , è la mia testa che urla mancanza e mi ributta in faccia ogni attimo che so a memoria come se l'avessi vissuto miliardi di volte.

Così mi sono alzata sono andata a in bagno ho poggiato le mani sul lavandino ,mi sono guardata negli occhi e mi sono detta di respirare che non si può crollare.

Tutto questo mi sembra un incubo.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Pro Memoria (COD x GN! Reader)

TW for This is going to hurt.

...actual TW for major character death, likely militarily inaccuracies. No named characters/specific details, so this can be applied to anyone in the COD universe

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The timer in the corner glaringly obvious, ticking down time faster than your feet would have ever been able to carry you. Ticking down your time until you opened a new chapter.

One more...permanent.

"Enough staring, get over here" he whispered, knowing your brain was spiraling. Focusing on the fear, the loss, the could've been. All the people you wouldn't get to say goodbye to, all the experiences you wouldn't have.

Sucking in a deep breath, you stepped into his awaiting arms. Wrapping yourselves in one another, your head resting on his chest, hearing his erratic heartbeat.

He was terrified too.

"This is so clichè" you mumbled, heart filling with love momentarily as his chest rumbled with laughter. The feeling soon passing when the main power cut off, the room now being illuminated by flashing lights. A screeching sound from the alarm going off causing you to jump.

It's happening any time now...

"Focus on me" you glanced up, throat tight as he spoke:

"I love you"

"As I love you"

The break in your voices, the tears falling down your cheeks. Both of you silently thanking whoever was listening that at least you had each other in these final moments.

Feeling his hands on either side of your face, covering your ears he pulled you in for a kiss. Both of you memorizing the other, and pouring as much love into the moment as possible until the end.

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Op 0117 - Mission Successful. 2 KIA

The remote detonation system went down. To complete the mission, keep the public safe and neutralize our threat; manual detonation was required. What our intel failed to inform us prior to this mission was the manual detonation system has a maximum timer of 3 minutes. Which was not nearly enough time to set it and escape. We thank them for their service and sacrifice.

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