#solitary love

[twistedshipper]

fall in love with your deep dark sin (x)

[coldzonkprofessorturtle]

The art of the sleeping sapphic

[luthqrs]

"Family is a haven in a heartless world. - Christopher Lasch" EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 5x17 | ‘Solitary Man'

[xoxonxo]

[twistedshipper]

Ahhh, thank you for this. 🕯 🌹 I adore your graphics and feel honored to see your edits for the fic. 🥰

«...if she will be willing to touch him, open palm to tender cheek, and wash away the sin of his forgetfulness, his lethargy...» • Inspired by Solitary Love by @twistedshipper

[tubbytarchia]

Somewhere in the woods, a moth tires of seeking light

[kaphkas]

Humbly requesting more fics where Changeling-Bashir beats Real-Bashir to the punch 🤲

[mayhasopinions]

pov: you are archie and mariana

[marinersubmariner]

[prismaticsaltedink]

Scoria and Sakura are best friends! It's so cute when I see the things they do together, and it makes me so beyond happy that they both came to live with me so that they could share their lives with each other. They absolutely insist on it, and does so much good for the other.

I can't imagine how else they could have found happiness if things hadn't worked out exactly as they did. Scoria has basically been Sakura's "emotional support snake" while she worked through things from her past I'll never fully know that caused her a lot of issues with panic and fear. Sakura knows this too, and looks out for her sister, the only one she truly trusts and feels completely safe with.

The moment they wake up they both want each other to snuggle and play with. Scoria loves to be affectionate with both me and her sister who seems to have not had this earlier in her life- but Scoria is showing her how nice it is not only directly but demonstrating with me and Sakura also trying, copying what she has seen her sister do.

Sometimes when one goes to check on the other they'll join in on... I'm not even sure what they were doing. But they had a good time while taking a mandated union break from digging tunnels for the isopods.

So happy I get to share in the adventures of these two best friends! It makes me so happy to see them living their best lives together, and being beyond content snuggled together with their found family.

[trans-axolotl]

thinking a lot today about protest and resistance while in solitary confinement. or while incarcerated (and/or institutionalized) more broadly. reading a lot of writing from incarcerated writers and through the prison journalism project and rereading sick woman theory by Johanna Hedva and just thinking about the quote "Sick Woman Theory is an insistence that most modes of political protest are internalized, lived, embodied, suffering, and no doubt invisible" (Hedva, 5). and thinking about what it means to resist when all that is left to you is your body, a room, and time--how do you fight back? what options are left to you? what ways is your resistance legible, who is the audience to your resistance and does it still matter if no one ever sees? (yes, i think--i remember hours spent in restraint because i had hugged a friend and i keep thinking about the concept that protest is disruption, a refusal to allow business to keep happening as usual, and what that means about making cruelty visible by refusing to participate in that normalization. even as i was taken away, removed, made invisible--does that removal make my absence louder?)

thinking about the ways self destruction is used as protest when you have no other options--hunger strikes perhaps the most familiar iteration of this. what gets labeled as "symptom" and what is recognized as resistance varies by person by context by environment. thinking about how almost everyone i know who's been in solitary confinement started self harming eventually. what need does that meet? when all options for autonomy, privacy, and interaction is taken away, how do we meet those needs ourselves? i think a lot about survival, and remember YWEP's concept of self harm as resilience, and think a lot about what it means to keep yourself alive when all you have is your body and your mind and an empty room and time. what things become more important than physical pain? how might physical pain become important? how does our relationship between our body and harm change in that environment? how do you stay sane in solitary confinement, or maybe more importantly, how do you go insane in a way that hurts you less? what does sanity even mean when you have been placed in an unlivable environment? is resistance a basic need we need to meet when we are placed in such a hostile environment? how did i survive & how are my friends currently surviving & how many more people will i have to lose who were killed that way before this fucking ends?

[twistedshipper]

Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word. ― Virginia Woolf

But no matter how strong the need was then, Morgana mastered her emotions, and ruled by a coarse logic, nearing the end of the parchment, decided to close the letter, I wish you well, my dearest friend.  Please give my love to Father, and because no matter how she had restrained herself thus far, she could not help herself—and to Arthur.  It came only naturally to end the letter thus, and she did not think it odd at all, though perhaps she should have, that her missive to her friend had finished finally, at the last, with the one it had in her heart been addressed to all along. 

Thus, she completed the page, marking her signature with a flourish—

All my love,

            Morgana

―Solitary Love, part iii, chapter iii

{insp.}

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

[xoxonxo]

no one talks abt the relationship that tori and nick have over charlie enough. each and every time i reread solitaire i think about this.

[twistedshipper]

Kristya, I have no words, after listening to the full song, I'm struck by how perfectly stunning this edit is for SL. Thank you so much ~ 🥺💕

«and weary, she laid her head upon the pillow not to rest nor to dream but to wait out this aching interim of her life as it passed her by, and by, like the veil of clouds drifting past the gilded sun in all its new day glory»

[When the seer looks away by Kayak] and [Solitary Love by @twistedshipper ]

[themushroomblues]

So, what have we gained by your expedition? The fact that the girl's story is true. I never doubted that. That there is a connection between the cyclist and the hall. I never doubted that either. That the hall is tenanted by a man called Williams. Who is the better for that?