#the leaving

[llovelymoonn]

something about grief, and more specifically guilt over grief (think: "I miss this so much it physically hurts, but my loss has allowed for another person to live the life they deserve so I don't feel allowed to grieve it"), if you feel like taking a request?

eiléan ní chuilleanáin the girl who married the reindeer: "crossing the loire" // @ysengrm (x2) // geffrey davis the leaving // @samanthamuljat (x3) // robert wood lynn thrilling conclusion // @annaxmalina violet iii // sunnylyn thibodeaux lucky charms: new and selected poems, 2000–2025: "therapist asks me to describe grief" // @samanthamuljat (x2) // rigoberto gonzález ode to the bread roll (tr. mahsa hojjati)

[finalspaceteamsquad]

FINAL SPACE 3.12 - The Leaving

[cache-e]

“I leave, I leave—At the end of this story,I walk into the sea and it chooses not to drown me.”

Jihyun Yun, from "The Leaving Season," Some Are Always Hungry

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: June 6…

Long secrets are being revealed that could change the Team Squad's dynamic forever as they try to patch up a Hyper Trans-dimensional Bridge that they found, hoping to be their golden ticket to leave Final Space. “The Leaving” premiered on this day, 4 Years Ago.

[whisperthatruns]

The Leaving

My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden. How many ladders to gather an orchard? I had only one and a long patience with lit hands and the looking of the stars which moved right through me the way the water moved through the canals with a voice that seemed to speak of this moonless gathering and those who had gathered before me. I put the peaches in the pond’s cold water, all night up the ladder and down, all night my hands twisting fruit as if I were entering a thousand doors, all night my back a straight road to the sky. And then out of its own goodness, out of the far fields of the stars, the morning came, and inside me was the stillness a bell possesses just after it has been rung, before the metal begins to long again for the clapper’s stroke. The light came over the orchard. The canals were silver and then were not, and the pond was—I could see as I laid the last peach in the water—full of fish and eyes.

Brigit Pegeen Kelly, To the Place of Trumpets (Yale University Press, 1988)

[old-type-40]

Little Cato is lucky to have two such dedicated dads.

And while the fandom's anger at Ash is justified, I do want to point out one thing. Ash is likely carrying a lot of guilt over failing to save her sister and killing her own parents. Many times people will turn their guilt outwards and lash out in hate and anger at those they feel of being guilty of the same transgressions. It may not be fair or logical but it is true. Hopefully, Ash is not beyond redemption if she could just see what's going on.

[edges-posts]