#fragmentary

[redrcs]

Reductio ad Absurdum

fragmentary reflections at the Eumundi Markets

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

[serendipitous-magic]

More Edward Furlong as my faceclaim for 17 year old Will, having been missing for 5 years instead of 1 week, in my amnesia fic Fragmentary

(Doesn’t he just look like such an older!Will with this hair??)

[thifiell]

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[immortalonus]

Snippet

When you’re not only a crazy slow writer, but also a distractable one who consistently cuts her own content in repeated fits of frustration-adjacent editing sprees, it takes a while to complete literally anything.

Since this is my stupid fan blog, and being currently sleep deprived enough not to worry about the quality of my decision making quite as much as might be normal, I decided to go ahead and throw a discarded section of one of my current WIPs out into the wild.

I genuinely loved this when I wrote it, but went to bed, lost my flow, and forgot where the heck I was going with it, to the point where I felt the need to remove it entirely.

For those wondering, this is a Valerie-centric fic, and the following passage is from her POV.

She had flown in just as the sun had simmered down past the horizon, leaving purple smears behind on a horizon just bright enough to cast the city below it into flattened silhouettes. What few streetlights survived the twin threats of ghost fights and budget cuts flickered weakly, sodium orange pools buzzing in isolation against the all consuming night.

There were other lights, too: Colder, paler, unnatural in hue. Most of these stranger lights had darted in and out of the shattered husks of former buildings like freak minnows, dodging through cluttered allyways before escaping sight beneath trash bags swollen tight to bursting with the gaseous exhalations of their rotten get.

 Valerie sneered at their presence, habitual disdain turning the corners of her mouth downward in automatic disgust. Ghosts were showing up more and more outside of Amity, these days, especially in the kind of run down and abandoned areas which made up the majority of Elmerton. It was so obvious, how little they belonged, their very auras, so unlike any natural light, declaring the foreignness of their being.

Normally, Valerie would have chased them off, given a gesture at pursuit, but on that night in particular, after having her entire world cracked through the middle and being forced to keep focus and function for so many hours thereafter, Valerie was willing to let whatever spooks crawled through the crumbling brickwork well enough alone.

For now, that was.

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Fragmentary Trapezophoros (table leg).

Culture: Roman

Date: A.D. 1st century

Medium: Marble

[amores-iacobi]

things i learned in class today:

1. julius caesar wrote poetry

2. we have one line of that poetry

3. it's about oilin' up

[edgescience]

#Siats was large powerful #predator, IF it is what all its fragmentary parts suggest it is! Siats marks a power transition between #Allosaurs and #tyrannosaurs.