Dynamics of an Asteroid

Eleanor. 21. She/Her. Andrew Scott, Call Me By Your Name, & Killing Eve.

[pasiphile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Prison. You’re in prison, and yeah, now it’s starting to sink in. Locked up. You turn the water as hot as it goes, bend your head, a weak attempt to wash off the feeling of ants crawling all over you. Withdrawal symptoms again, except you've been clean for much too long for this to be pure biochemistry and yet if you start thinking it's anything else you’re going to end up— “I know who you are.”

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) Pairing: Past Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9000 Work Summary:

Sebastian Moran. You are sentenced to a whole life sentence in Her Majesty's prison. You will serve out the full length of the sentence. There will be no possibility of parole. You failed.

[moriartymartell]

So emotionally I handled this far better than I expected. However, the hallucinatory Jim and the pure tenderness of that moment, as fucking tragic and awful as it was ... I had such a primal, guttural cry. An incredibly visceral and cathartic sob. Dear God. I love how much I love these two.

[moriartymartell]

I love that the vibe in the fandom currently is I am now 30 and I'm filled with feelings for these two because me too! Me too! We're all in this boat with them :)

It is a surreal and glorious feeling. Even if I have spent the last two months feeling literally insane.

[pasiphile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"He prevents me from intervening somehow, puts me out of play like he did with Mycroft. Or manipulates the situation so it somehow is partly my fault, makes me partly responsible—no idea how, of course, or where exactly he'll hit, or—" He stopped, mouth thin in frustration, then gave her another look. "Either way, it's of vital importance that we stay together, that we act as one and let nothing come between us."

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) Pairing: Past Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty, Sally Donovan/OMC Rating: Mature Word Count: 50.000 Work Summary: Two years after Moriarty's death, Sherlock Holmes can finally return to London, to go back to his life as it was. Except for the rumour of Moriarty's Ghost, come back to take revenge on all who ever crossed him…

Chapter summary:

“We’re going to use his own tricks against him.”

[moriartymartell]

I have not ventured onto Tumblr in at least five years, I have not touched AO3 for even longer (apart from briefly falling back into a few chapters of These Violent Delights last year). I unreservedly thought this part of my life, beloved as it remains, was behind me …

And suddenly this sequel gets posted. 

I feel like a sleeper agent has woken up inside me. Honestly, I’ve felt insane. Re-reading TVD to prepare for this, I’ve been beaming going into work, utterly consumed by thoughts of these two idiots … and then ripped to shreds by Fast in Fire. It’s been a self-effacing obsession. 

I turn 30 next year, I am engaged, I have a career, and I genuinely thought this part of my life was destined to stay in the archives. How wrong I was. It’s so fulfilling to realise that I can still feel this level of passion (insanity) about these two, or quite frankly, any fictional characters. Jim and Seb were an intrinsic part of my day to day life for many years (this fic even influenced the uni college I went to) and it’s been an overwhelmingly wonderful surprise to have them slot back into it, and to also feel so creatively alive again. 

Although, I’m not sure I’m ready for the emotional flaying I’m going to get from Calvary. In fact, I’m definitely not, please send help.

[turtleneckseve]

We’d consume each other before we got old.

It sounds kind of nice.

[o6666666]

killing eve 3x08 // eurydice by sarah ruhl

[beyunseh-deactivated20211016]

s2 Villanelle + looks pt. 2

[dulciscoeur]

peak comedy

[rob-pattinson]

Armie Hammer photographed by Caitlin McNaney for the Broadway Opening of ‘Straight White Men’ at Helen Hayes Theatre in New York City (July 24, 2018).

[voltairesaid-deactivated2021102]

[Dark academia voice]: I’m majoring in bastard and minoring in wearing tweed

[golldfinch]

“Are you happy here?“ I said at last.He considered this for a moment. "Not particularly,” he said. “But you’re not very happy where you are, either.” 

― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[renissance]

“Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn’t. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.” 

[whoisladywindermere]

“But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’ Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[renissance]

the secret history by donna tartt

[quotespile]

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, “more like deer than human being.” To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via quotespile)

[spinfastdizzy-deactivated202211]

And the rest of us rise too, and clink our glasses across the table, like an army regiment crossing sabres: Henry and Bunny, Charles and Francis, Camilla and I. “Live forever,” we chorus, throwing our glasses back in unison.

[petergkavinsky]

Call Me by Your Name (2017)

[thismustbemymatty]

Living in a painting