#nonlinear narrative

[alenseress]

Night patrols

[ena-113]

A human crewmate, Mia, held a long thin box. It seemed to have paper and plastic peices inside, based on the sound. A puzzle perhaps? A few other crewmates trailed behind them.

"Hey Bob! Wanna join us? We're playing Clue, it's a board game from earth."

Bob nodded and joined the others trailing after Mia. He had no idea what a 'board game' was, but it seemed fun. They eventually all gathered around a table in the cafeteria.

"Okay, so it's a murder mystery and we have to figure out who killed Mr. Body. We're all possible suspe-" Mia started to set up the board and explain, but was cut off by Jli'yan.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but why do humans have a game centered on murder and distrust?"

"Cause it's fun, thrilling. Good for poker face practice." Kaya answered, shuffling cards. They then nodded towards Mia to continue explaining.

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[rocketinthesky]

We’re not meant to be, but my heart refuses to listen

Max already found his soulmate, and is in a committed relationship with her. But why is his heart defying fate and pulling him back into George’s orbit?

- A Soulmate AU (GAX)

-fluff, slight angst, happy ending, canon divergent, rated Teen and up

Part I

(Read Part II next) (OR read on ao3)

Max’s eyes drift over to George’s wrist, an intricately inked tree without any leaves peeking out through the long sleeves of his suit. They’re in another post-race press meeting, joined by Oscar, Carlos and Pierre. He’s mostly zoning out, which is easy to do when the reporters finally decide to take pity on him and ask the other racers questions for a change. He fiddles with his own left sleeve, skin cold under his fingertips as he runs them over it. It feels numb, the dark outline of a rose on his skin. It didn’t used to feel that way, once.

It’s not as mortifying as the first few times were, when George catches him staring. It’s both disarming and electrifying when that camera ready smile of George’s softens into something more genuine—reserved—as if Max and him are currently sharing a secret only they’re privy too.

Max can feel the automatic, almost desperate, way his own mouth pulls into a matching grin. And the resulting fit of giggles between them attracts the attention of the other racers and reporters.

It’s easy enough to dodge the question of what’s making the two laugh like a pair of schoolchildren when Pierre butts in with a joke, and it gives George the opportunity to lean in closer to Max, mics distant enough to not pick up the almost airy whisper of George’s voice as he asks, “What were you staring at my hands for, mate?”

Max stiffens at first before quickly relaxing when he registers the teasing undertones to George’s question. He deliberates it, thinks the logical thing to do would be to make an excuse or a quip, make them both laugh at the ordeal. But the curiosity has been gnawing at Max’s psyche long enough that he can’t help the way the question rolls off his tongue, relieved in their freedom.

“Did you find your soulmate yet?”

George seems to freeze at his question, the playful grin on his face tightening. Max immediately feels guilty for asking such a prying question. They’re friends, but they’re not quite close enough to delve into these topics. Questions about each other’s personal lives always stayed on the surface level, never breaching family.

Max might have just crossed a line in their already fragile, somewhat undefined relationship. They’re friends in a broader sense. They never hang out alone together, they barely text each other outside of the usual fire emoji react on each others’ instagram stories and obligatory congratulatory messages. But then there’s also this…tension, Max thinks, that’s always surrounding the air between them. A spark crackling down Max’s spine when they meet eyes across the room or accidentally brush shoulders. The heat of George’s body branding his skin whenever they pat each other’s shoulders in friendly conversations.

There’s that numbness where his own soulmate mark lies, a permanent reminder of Max’s failure to be normal, to be less selfish.

George evokes in him a thrill he’s only gotten before on the podium, above everyone else. The champion of the fucking world.

“I did,” George says, stretching the word out. The emphasis there feels past-tense—as if there’s a but there.

Max wants to press the matter, but knows not to. Only shrugs. “Cool.”

George’s face relaxes, the corners of his eyes softening before he leans in close enough that his breath scorches the shell of Max’s ear. “Didn’t quite work out, though.”

Max holds down the shiver from wracking his body outwardly, but he can feel the goosebumps rising on his flesh.

This knowledge shouldn’t excite him. He’s with his own soulmate, for fuck’s sake.

When George pulls back, corners of his eyes crinkling, Max knows for certain by the battering of his heart that he’s fucked.

Fate already gave him everything he could possibly want. But Max hungers for more.

Trying my hand at a trope i’ve been wanting to write for a long time, and what better ship than Gax! My first foray into writing for f1 rpf so i am very very nervous lol i’m still pretty new to the fandom. Feedback is very very appreciated, i’d love to know your opinions on this if you managed to stumble upon this drabble! I do plan on this having a part two, and potentially more depending on how many it takes to finish the story. Hopefully not too long lol. Hope you enjoyed <33

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Best Harvey Keitel movies and performances:

1. Reservoir Dogs - Quentin Tarantino (1992)

[pumaloafing]

Just finished the tutorial of 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim and ... geez the story is kinda hard to follow so far. First off there's 13 protagonists, which by itself is rough for me, then there's time travel and dimensional travel... and to top it all off the story seems to be told non-linearly.

It's interesting though, so I do plan on continuing it.

[30ahchaleh]

تحلیل سینمایی یک غزل حافظ

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Nonlinear narrative

به وفور میتوان فیلم ها و داستانهایی را نام برد که قصه ی خود را "غیرخطی" بیان میکنند

اما من "کهن و کوتاه" ترین اثر ادبی که غیر خطی ، یک "عشق تراژیکی" را توانسته تعریف کند در غزلی از حافظ یافتم

برایم جالب است اگر بدانم این "ترین" چقدر "ترین" است که آنرا واگذار میکنم به محققین

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از روی شماره میتوانید بعدا روایت را خطی بخوانید اما اول بهتر است همانطور که سروده شده بخوانید تا بعد برسیم به تحلیل خطی

01- در دیرِ مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست

02- مست از می و ، میخواران از نرگسِ مستش مست

04- در نعلِ سمندِ او شکلِ مهِ نو پیدا

05- وز قدِ بلندِ او بالایِ صنوبر، پست

08- آخر به چه گویم هست از خود خبرم، چون نیست

09- وز بَهرِ چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

10- شمعِ دلِ دمسازم بنشست چو او برخاست

03- و افغان ز نظربازان برخاست چو او بنشست

06- گر غالیه خوش بو شد، در گیسویِ او پیچید

07- ور وَسمه کمانکش گشت، در ابروی او پیوست

11- بازآی که بازآید عمرِ شدهٔ حافظ

12- هرچند که ناید باز، تیری که بِشُد از شست

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برای من جالبی غزل های حافظ در این است که غزل های او دربرگیرنده تنوع ژانری بسیار گسترده‌ای است

و هیچ متوجه اصرار بعضی حافظ دوستان برای تک بعدی نشان دادن خمیرمایه تمام غزل های حافظ نمیشوم

به نظر من هر غزل شخصیت خودش را دارد

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مثلا در موضع "عشق" در غزل های حافظ میتوان آنرا در دو گروه کلی دسته بندی کرد

عشق آسمانی(غیرقابل شهود برای غیر)ـ

عشق زمینی(قابل شهود برای غیر)ـ

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در این غزل که برای نمونه گذاشته ام میتوان به خوبی مشاهده کرد و فهمید که منظور یک عشق زمینی‌ست با قدرتی چنان که میتواند به "بعضی" از مدعیان عشق آسمانی ��عنه بزند و آنهارا به چالش بکشد

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برای فهم این موضوع ،

کلید قفل این غزل در این بیت است

وز بَهرِ چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

معنی :ـ

برای چه باید بگویم فکروخیالم پیش او نیست ، وقتیکه هست

مفهوم :ـ

به خاطر چی باید انکار کنم و دروغ بگم که . . . ـ

تحلیل :ـ

چه کسی انکار میکند و دروغ میگوید ، کسی که از گفتن حقیقت میترسد چون برایش شرم ساری یا مجازات به همراه میاورد

و در دوران حافظ عشق اگر آسمانی میبود چنین پیامدی نداشت

این عشق زمینی هست که میتواند در بسیاری از موارد باعث دردسر بشود

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حالا که قفل این غزل باز شد ببینید حافظ چه کولاک غم انگیزی به پا میکند

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اکنون داستان را خطی تعریف میکنم

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در جایی که آن مدعیان عشق آسمانی جمع بودند یار من قدح بدست آمد

ـ قَـدَح = پیاله

ـ قَـدْح = طعن کردن

تحلیل:ـ

ورودی مستانه برای هماورد طلبی ست

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یار من از مِی ، مَست اما آنها که میگفتن از عشق آسمانی مست میشوند (میخواران دیر مغان) از چشم مست(خمار) یار من مست شدن (حالت مستی بهشان دست داد)ـ

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وقتی یار من در آن مجلس نشست آه و ناله و فریاد از دل و دهان آن مدعیان برخاست

اینچنین حافظ از تکنیک زلیخا بهره میبرد تا دهان آن منتقدان نامنصف را ببندد

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حالا حافظ شروع به تشریح یارش میکند تا ما هم متوجه بشویم چرا چنین اتفاقی در آن مجلس افتاده

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بعد که فهمیدیم جریان این یار چیست

حافظ احوال خودش را شرح میدهد

و در ادامه

آن تراژدی که گفتم آغاز میشود

حافظ میگوید

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نور و گرمای وجود حیات بخش من رو به خاموشی رفت وقتی یارم از پیش من رفت

البته اینجا ما هنوز متوجه نوع رفتن و فراق نمیشویم

بعد ادامه میدهد

اگر یارم برگردد حتی عمر از دست رفته‌ام نیز باز میگردد

یک تجربه عینی و نه خیالی از جوان شدن بخاطر اکسیر عشق

elixir

حافظ این استاد واژه شناس و تمثیل و غیر

از مثالی برای بیان "مدل جدایی" از یارش استفاده میکند که در آن بازگشتی وجود ندارد

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تیری که از تیرکمان توسط ول کردن شست رها میشود هرگز باز نمیگردد

در هر مدلی از فراق ، عاشق همیشه و همیشه امیدوار به برگشت معشوقش هست

مگر

مرگ

🥺

END

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ـ 1 ـ پ،ن: اکنون در بازخوانی شعر "هست" و "نیست" رنگی دیگر میگیرند که برای به نمایش گذاشتنش یک سریال همچون فرینج باید ساخت اما استاد حافظ در یک غزل به ما رسانده

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ـ 2 ـ پ،ن: میتوان چنین تصور کرد که شروع قصه با یک

flashback

فلش‌بک(گذشته‌نما) باشد

مردی کهن سال در خلوتگاه خود زیر نور شمع ، رخدادی را غیرخطی برای کسی بازخوانی میکند که بعد از یازده به دوازده پیر تر شده

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ـ 3 ـ پ.ن : عکسهای این پـُست درخواستی بود از همکار این روز های مـ😅ـن

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Copilot For @30ahchaleh

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[raffaellopalandri]

Crafting the First Note: My Autobiography's Incipit

Daily writing promptYou’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?View all responses The blank page stares back, an empty canvas awaiting the first brushstroke of my story. But unlike a painting, this autobiography won’t be defined by a single image; it’s a symphony of experiences, a tapestry woven from threads of curiosity, exploration, and lifelong learning. Choosing the…

[yewsoup]

I'mmmm posting this one as a link. It's already really wacky. It will not do it any good to be split up over multiple tumblr posts.

In which the Kidz Bop version of Time Warp proves Ironic, and Subway Bosses suffer for it.

Words: 11456

Subway Boss Ingo graystone leaves to investigate issues caused by a rogue pokemon on one of the tracks.

He is never seen again.

(But he's still here. And two years ago. And thirteen minutes before he was born. And a millenia ago. All over the timeline, really. And eventually he stops screaming for someone to finally notice him. Just glad that that man wearing white is doing okay without him as he sings the tune trapped in his mind to himself. Thinking it quite ironic.)

So dear reader, delve in, and Let's Do The Time Warp Again~

[dragoneyes618]

a flurry, a snowfall, a blizzard

Snowfall is the queen of the IceWings.

She never thought she would be queen so soon. She wasn't going to challenge her mother for another ten years at least.

(was she going to challenge her mother? could she kill her? her own flesh and blood? it was hard enough facing the thought of fighting Crystal-)

And if her mother had chosen a queen herself, to prevent another war like the one they'd just gotten out of, she would have expected it to be Crystal. Crystal was older. Crystal was more experienced. Crystal had actually fought in the war. Crystal-

(don't think about Crystal don't think about Crystal don't think about Crystal)

But she was queen now, the youngest queen the IceWings had ever had, barely out of her dragonet days, with little or no experience.

She had used to love the crown of the IceWings, all diamonds and silver. She used to fantasize about wearing it.

But the cost...

(her mother, on her bed-her deathbed-struggling to breathe coughing choking Mink crying crying crying IceWings don't cry Mother is dying Crystal standing tall too hot too dizzy can't see clearly can she kill her own sisters? looking at Crystal looking at Mink looking at Mother facing the prospect of her daughters killing each other as she dies-

"The next queen of the IceWings is Snowfall. That is final.")

(final)

The coronation had been a blur, hurried, quick, uncertain, everyone too sick to do the usual ceremony (not that she knew what that was). There had been lots of bowing, and a solemn pledge Snowfall couldn't remember, and the crown (heavy heavy so heavy) placed on her head, and a scepter in her talons, and then she was Snowfall, Queen of the IceWings.

(Mink in the corner, her snout still wet with tears IceWings don't cry but who will chastise the youngest princess? queens have no such luxuries but Crystal is missing Crystal is gone no one can find her where is Crystal? is she hiding angry jealous vengeful will she challenge me we promised Mother will she poison me will I accidentally die one day hunting or something will she-)

And so the responsibilities of the entire Ice Kingdom fell on her shoulders.

She had to find a cure for this plague, this sudden deadly cursed plague that had sprung out of nowhere, affecting every IceWing everywhere, and then when salvation arrived in the form of a half-SeaWing hybrid with a golden earring suddenly the ground fell away beneath her claws because his news made it even worse.

(Darkstalker is back he's out to kill us he killed Mother he killed twenty IceWings what are we going to do what can we do what can I do we're all going to die I'm going to be the last queen of the IceWings Crystal would have-)

(why didn't Mother tell me about that animus before? she could have saved her she could have saved us curse you Foeslayer)

And they went into battle, battling a cloud of black dragons-they outnumbered them, they could win!

But the NightWings had special (cursed) powers, given to them by their new leader. There was no way the IceWings could win this.

(dragons dying dying to save her her her what can she do can she fight they won't let her)

Snowfall was to be protected during the battle at all costs, since if she died, the only other heirs were Crystal, who was missing (didn't even stay for Mother's funeral didn't she at least owe her that?), Icicle, who was in prison, and Mink, who was barely two.

And then the empathy spell-

Oh, the empathy spell.

(they're as panicked as I am they don't believe in me they don't think I can be a good queen or even just a queen they think Mother was best they think she should have  chosen Crystal they think I should have died instead of Mother they think I should have disappeared instead of Crystal they think I'm only a little immature shouting insignificant unready dragonet with a crown and a throne too big for her)

(they're not right)

Well, she was the queen. Mother had said so. She was the queen, and she hadn't thought it would mean having to listen to all these "advisors" she barely knew and didn't like telling her what to do-why should she listen to them? She was the queen!

And she hated working with Tundra. Tundra wasn't even her aunt by blood, only by marriage (to Narwhal Mother's brother dead dead to save me blue blood on white scales I don't owe anything to her I don't do I?) but she had "experience" and "knowledge" so Snowfall had to listen to her. Not that Tundra respected her as she should. She did a very good job of acting like she did, but Snowfall could tell. Snowfall knew very well what Tundra thought of her.

(don't think about it)

What they all thought of her.

(DON"T THINK ABOUT IT)

It doesn't matter. Snowfall is the queen of the IceWings. She gives the orders around here, whether they like it or not. They must listen to her,  whether they like it or not. Mother chose her, not Crystal, whether they like it or not. Snowfall is the queen of the IceWings.

Whether she likes it or not.

[alenseress]

Empathy (2/2)

He does feel the scrapes and soreness of his palms under the gloves the night after that, picking apart and putting back together a receiver in the dim light of a portable lamp beside his base bunk. Lance watches him over his book, Merlin can feel it, but he can't help the hurt tremor no matter how hard he grips the plastic. His thumb slides off the handle of the screwdriver awkwardly and something inside the box cracks on the impact, loudly, making Arthur throw his head up from the paperwork and glare at him. Then, the gaze softens on the edges. Then, Arthur meets his eyes with a lost look and furrowed brows like he's witnessing something he isn't sure how to register and process. Merlin hears a shaky, choked inhale hit his throat even before he himself can register or process it.

He bites down on the screwdriver, looking away and cracking the device back open with his fingers.

The tears keep falling and he keeps feeling them crawl across his face and bury their way into his skin.

[schlock-luster-video]

On August 31, 2004, Slacker was released on Criterion Collection DVD.

[cinephilesadeqi]

Movie Analysis and Review: "Pulp Fiction" (1994)

Introduction:“Pulp Fiction” weaves together the lives of various characters, including hitmen, a boxer, a gangster, and more, in a tapestry of violence and redemption. Synopsis:Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield, two hitmen, navigate philosophical discussions amidst their criminal endeavors. Their story intertwines with gangster Marsellus Wallace, his wife Mia, struggling boxer Butch Coolidge, and…

[fishpatternedpeach]

the goal shant be superiority, but rather, awareness of the astronomical power within each of us; recognizing that we need not rely on our modern corporate rhythms, but to focus on creating a space for expectations to leave gracefully

So in a nutshell, spiritual evolution is basically the concept that humanity was put on this earth to grow and evolve spiritually. It's fundamentally rooted in the idea of linear evolution - the notion that the purpose of evolution is to produce "superior" lifeforms. However, evolution only produces lifeforms more adapted to new environments; there is no ultimate goal. Incidentally, religion also evolves to suit new social and material realities, rather than progressing toward any fixed point. So yeah.

[lupinus-bicolor]

holy shit. mouthwashing is crazy good

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

Hawkins, Indiana

January 1987

Max has been home from rehab for about a week and all she’s really been able to do is amble around her trailer watching movies and listening to music. The second semester of the school year doesn’t start for another week, so she’s got a lot of time on her hands.

Sometimes, when she’s really bored, she’ll make her way, slowly, over to Eddie’s trailer and bother him for an afternoon. Sometimes Wayne is there and awake to bother too and it makes her remember what it felt like to have a family that cared about her. It doesn’t make her bitter, just hopeful, because she thinks now she’s found people that could be that for her.

She’s knocking on the trailer now and she can hear Eddie scrambling for the door on the other side. He swings it open, his guitar in his other hand. “Max!” He exclaims, a bright smile lighting up his entire face when he sees her. “Come in. I was just learning a special song.”

Max makes her way up the steps into the trailer and follows Eddie into the living room. Eddie drops into the sole armchair in the room, leaving Max to the plaid couch. It was old and the fabric was a little scratchy, but it was soft in all the right places. She sits with her back against one of the arms, lifting her legs to stretch in front of her. Her ankles were a bit swollen today because of the weather and they were irritated. She was supposed to keep them elevated when that happened.

“So what’s the song?” She asks. Eddie smiles and starts playing. He’d already played her “Running Up That Hill” in the hospital so many times, she was almost getting sick of it, but this time it’s “Hounds of Love.” Max can’t help but smile as she listens.

When the song is over, Eddie says, “I’m making my way through the entire album.” He doesn’t say ‘just in case’ but Max hears it anyway and something inside her swells as she looks at him. It’s been hard for them all to believe that the Upside Down is gone and Vecna with it.

There’s another knock on the trailer door then and Eddie smiles at her, placing his guitar in her hands before he goes to answer the door. She strums the strings absently as she waits for him to come back.

Eddie is trying to keep his voice soft, maybe so she doesn’t hear, but she hears anyway. “Hey Stevie, Max is here.”

She can’t hear Steve’s response but then Eddie’s stepping back, making space for Steve to come through the door. Then Steve is there, smiling, grocery bags in hand.

“Hey, Max,” Steve calls over to her. “Any dinner plans tonight?"

Max just shakes her head, smiling back.

“Good, because I’m cooking the best pasta you’ll ever taste in your life.” Steve’s grinning now as he pulls off his jacket and starts unpacking his bags, arranging his ingredients on the counter in the kitchen. Max’s eyes dart over to Eddie and she can see the way he’s looking at Steve. It’s the same way that she’s seen Will look at Mike or the way that Lucas looks at her when he thinks she’s not paying attention. Eddie’s looking at Steve like he's hung the moon.

“Oh,” she says, almost involuntarily. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never,” Steve says, pulling several pots from a cabinet near the stove. Max doesn’t miss the way he seems to know his way around the trailer. “Right, Munson?”

Eddie seems to shake himself from a daze. “Absolutely, Mayfield. You gotta stay. Steve’s, like, a professional chef. Wayne’ll be here too.” Eddie leaves Steve to start preparing their meal in the tiny kitchen and comes back over. “Wanna learn some chords while we wait?”

Max nods and Eddie starts to show her where she’s supposed to put her fingers, how to strum using his guitar pick. At some point, Wayne emerges from his room down the hall, making his way to the refrigerator and grabbing a beer. He makes conversation with Steve in the kitchen while Max and Eddie keep playing. Before long, Steve’s calling them over to the kitchen table while Wayne arranges the place settings.

Max can’t remember the last time she’s had a dinner like this. Her mom wasn’t really the cooking type anymore and she was at work more often than not these days anyway. Max smiles at the way Wayne and Eddie tease each other, how it’s so clear they love each other. She laughs at Wayne’s stories of the guys at the plant, at the dumb shit they do when they’ve been drinking on the nights they have off. She laughs at the way Eddie makes fun of Steve for being popular and playing basketball and how Steve makes fun of Eddie for being a nerd.

She can’t remember the last time she’s felt like this, like there’s something fuzzy flowing through her veins. She looks around the table at the three men and she can’t help but think that this is what a family is supposed to feel like.

The pasta’s pretty good too.

you can read the full (complete) fic “sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)” on ao3 here

[turtles-allthewaydown]

Chapter 23 of Nothing Ventured is on AO3 now! Featuring Laios and Marcille's immediate reactions to That Conversation last chapter; Falin; and "...the lad- err, young man, fully grown adult man..."

Chapter CWs: past sexual assault (including brief description), fantasy racism, panic attacks & PTSD symptoms