#jottings

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, episode 8. Just fucking try me

By TPTB's Sovereign Decree, this season is - as we all know - split in two, which proved to be at the same time abysmally disrespectful to ***'s subscribers, frustrating - to say the least- to Netflixers, but involuntarily prescient, given the current SAG-AFTRA stalemate. The protracted strike scenario (still a possibility) would have truly flunked OL, drowning it in a sea of irrelevance and effectively making all promo impossible. So, let us count our blessings and bide our time: it ain't over till the fat lady sings. For the time being, we are still haunted by Sinéad's moving huskiness. For the sake of speculation only, I wonder if they are going to stick with this option until the official end of Season 7, as an homage of sorts. Or promote somebody else, while time and space are still available to do so.

You are definitely going to need tissues for this one. And any random type of your favorite comfort food. It is intense. It is almost impeccable. SS & RR sketches are tolerably short. S is supercalifragilistic. C is giving it her all and she is just perfect. And all the rest are flawless. So, pardon the sarcasm deficit and perhaps also my less fluid quill: you surely know, by now, my struggle with encomium is real.

The bonnie wee swordsman moment immediately brought to this book outsider's mind the exceptional fanfic author on AO3. So, if you still missed Flood My Mornings, by some obscure glitch in the Matrix, do give it a try. It is one of my top 3 , with #1 being @zeya-zg's TRS (it packs a punch, takes great risks and does so with grace). And yes - blasphemy ensues - the swordsman's fic is simply better than Herself in so, so many ways. A good starting point for a Droughtlander of undetermined amplitude (what in the name of hoo-ha is 'the story continues next year' supposed to mean?), for example. But I digress.

With Saratoga 2.0 in plain, inevitable sight, I incorrectly presumed we would see the blue light mojo - is it in Bees...? more plausibly so - and I am glad C saved JAMMF's finger. My sick mind did try to imagine a mutilated limb at some point in time, failed to do so and had to reboot entirely. I am grateful to the writer for having spared me a potential ordeal, in this respect. I am, however, less grateful to the same writer for butchering up to the point of no return the very delicate scene between Rachel Hunter and Young Ian, who initially fail to get their (impossibly to reach) bearings. It feels contrived at first, reads as injudicious as trying to become proficient in Thai after spending three hours on Duolinguo and jumps on the storyline's windshield out of virtually nowhere. The main weak point of this season (spare SS/RR's endless death row sojourn) has to be the blatant injustice done by the writers to characters I wanted to see and hear more of: the Hunter siblings, Buck Mackenzie and yes, William himself.

Speaking of William, there is an epic but fleeting moment outside Simon Fraser's tent, just after Jamie gives him his tricorn hat, that made me wonder out loud. Who are you, first and foremost, Ellesmere: a courtier? a soldier? a son? All three avatars briefly cross his face and if that is not prowess, I don't know what is. Enthusiastic kudos, again.

Cynical, lunatic, despicable me ugly cried three times in a row. Laudanum. Simon Fraser. The Scottish shores. That is a lot for one single intake.

Spoiler: I must have eaten something that disagreed with me. For such an inconsistent character, Simon Fraser saved his soul with this intense, dignified and subdued moment. There is something akin to a Roman deathbed scene one could perhaps find in Tacitus' Histories, essentially thanks to S's perfectly mastered gravitas. So yes, you can cry for the sudden demise of a secondary character you had no sympathy for and on top of that be surprised by your own tears.

A death that proves instrumental for their return to Scotland. And maybe it is time we acknowledge the simple fact that Scotland never really was just a trope of all this intricate narrative scaffolding, but a character in its own right. It is alive and it prompts the kind of raw, irrational emotions able to make your tears well up all the same in Bilbao, in Vancouver, in Seattle, in Athens or in Cairo. And it doesn't matter if you could not place Inverness on a map before finding out that well, people do disappear all the time, or if you were haunted since forever by majestic visions of glens & lochs. You will fall and you will fall hard, despite all the misgivings and the shortcomings, of which there are many.

We leave them teary-eyed on a boat sailing near the Scottish shores. It is a carefully chosen and very effective parting moment. Overall, this was an excellent half-season, if you chose to ignore Mordor's endless, reckless and soulless bitching. I sometimes wish for all these people to suddenly develop an interest for origami or find another obsessable rookie duo or simply try to be happy on their own. Nothing more, but nothing less.

This Droughtlander will be a massive pain in the rear. Mark me. And I am finally allowed to hope for better sleep patterns. But hey, no regrets: it was worth it, always is. They are worth it. A lot.

Gif choice could only involve a ship. Credit given to @avasetocallmyown. Very elegant :)

#jottings

[poemwithoutahero]

parveen shakir's hamein chahiye tha milna :((

#jottings

[amos-evans]

I went to the Surgeon's Hall Museum in Edinburgh yesterday and man oh man it was phenomenal! I'd post pictures but you aren't allowed to take any because of the real specimens so I took no pictures of human remains. I know I'm usually somewhat more professional over here but I just had to gush and thats the entire point of this blog!

#if you're reading this and uou want me to ramble even more by god i will #jottings

[dearmysteryt]

As I sit and wonder ‘is this how life goes. Difficult task after another. Death after death. Does it end or is this forever?’

The answer is forever. Every month is a new death of a loved one, and yet another difficult hurdle to overcome.

You don’t forget the pain that this brings you. You become numb. After being numb for a while you spiral. When the spiraling is all set you take in the emotions again and then it becomes a vicious cycle.

Find someone to walk through life with you it’ll make the cycle easier and less painful.

#positive mental attitude #jottings #spilled thoughts

[gothicintrigue]

hit a tumblr milestone tonight: i got shadow banned :))))

#i wouldn't care as much i didn't want to—you know—interact with people on here and have them interact with me #otherwise known as the basics of blogging! #just...this is not how i wanted to end the month. i'm so upset #jottings #*if i didn't (first tag)

[ossian-bard]

Despite everything

The utter need

To create

Remains.

Like the body

In a sarcophagus

I must

Express

Poignantly

Punctiliously

Perfectly

This personage

Endowed by divine.

Regardless of

Eating

Drinking

Or working

I always find myself

Standing before the blank slate

With a word well

Conscripted to my cause

To just make a powerful

Voice

Into an

Vacuous

Void.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poet #my poem #spilled thoughts #poetic #spilled words #spilled poetry #twcpoetry #writers #writing #riotpoetry #poetry riot #jottings #spilled writing #actually autistic #dead poets society #autistic poetry #creative #my poetry #poems and poetry

[epicsauce]

text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real

#its 4m this is just scribbles but i hadddd to jot it down before i forgot #0600 #i cant get he's vagina? out of my head

[stedesparasol]

do you ever read a take so bad you can't even be mad about it you're just like... ohhhhhh they must be stupid </3 so sad for them

#just zero media comprehension not a jot

[dailyishduelings]

Today I arose and scribbled words on the page in a fervor. Sipping tea and allowing consciousness to stream through mind to limb to pen to paper.

I thrifted a pair of small glass mugs at an old church on the hillside. I spent the rest of the afternoon clearing the dust from my sinuses.

Today I made a list and closed the book. I drew water for a bath and promptly forgot about all that was pressing me.

I steamed myself in a tub, bathing among lilting flowers until the water turned cold. And when it did I bathed again.

Today, I picked herbs from the garden and added them to the stovetop. Soup bubbling as I tossed them in, I steamed my tired face in the brew.

#dailywomen #jottings #dailyprompt #writing #writerscommunity #writers and poets #a journey to love #journal #daily journal

[marxistgnome]

Memes shared by kids who grew up on starships I think they should have sea scout/land scout beef with kids that grew up on Starbases

#star trek #ds9 #tng #wesley crusher type kids need more representation #it must be such a weird environment to go up in like cool but weird #like wheres that post about wesley being the weirdest kid in starfleet cos they're talking about a specific procedure and hes like #ha yeah reminds me of when the first officer got god like powers and aged me 10 years #that but every starship kid in every situation #yeah i grew up on one of yhe ships that prevented that romulan invasion i was playing dom jot on my padd at the time tho so i didn't notice

[araneapeixes]

idk how long it will take me to color this and i really like the lines so enjoy<33

#shadowheart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel #shadowzel #laeheart #bg3 tav #ren #karlach #karlach cliffgate #i rly enjoyed drawing my tav and karlach as well #shadowtav is canon in my game but the thing is that SH is also at the centre of a polycule so jot that down

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, Episode 2. Nothing compares to them

A tiny, but welcome disclaimer: I have not read all the OL books yet, so do not expect witty repartees and connecting the dots with the current book follow-up by the series. In fact, I am still struggling right now with Voyager, after I gave a resolute middle finger and an excruciating amount of time to Dragonfly in Amber, which bored me to death with its sketchy depiction of eighteenth-century Paris. Unpopular opinion, I know: I can't help it, since I consider Paris, for many personal reasons, as my second, beloved home.

There go my two cents, with little to no spoilers. There is much to savor in there:

I thought I couldn't bear to watch one more single time Sinéad O'Connor's rendition of ye olde Skye Boat Song. I was wrong. I think it is exactly what this season needs: a bit bruised & battered & breathless. The perfect tinge of rough around the edges. This is no walk in the park and hers is the right cue, setting the tone for all the rest.

Vlachos. Excellent. Loved every second of it.

I suppose everybody will talk about the Look Jamie gave Claire right after Insufferable Bree gives birth to wee Mandy. I cackled all by myself, which is not even surprising. And so will you, Shippers United. Mark me.

SS upgraded a bit her game, to the extent she doesn't sound all the time like reciting United Airlines' flight schedule. She and Rankin finally manage to pull off a decent rapport (chemistry will always be at a deep-frozen 0). So, rejoice: at least they don't look like the mean troop leader forced them to share the same tent at Camp Sunrise. It's all fine and dandy, until she relaxes and slips back into that horrific, East Coast wannabe accent. Sorry, not sorry.

Did Lizzie say ”Fraser's Fridge”, when reading the birth announcement, or am I hearing things again? Now that's an earworm, sheesh...

Vandervaart looks promising enough, but what do I know, after a two-minutes scene with SS? Court is adjourned.

LJG & JAMMF, what a powerful, ambiguous, elegant scene. Tension is mounting, and this is when you crack open the Netflix & Chill'd ice cream bucket. It will come in handy, trust me.

The fireflies' scene was the death of me. There is something extraordinary about S's superb ability to speak volumes without uttering a single word. There is so much love and such despair to capture Bree's face, Bree's voice, Bree's alien joy when she mentions damn Mickey Mouse, and keep them forever. Did I ugly cry? I let out a sincere Fuuuuuck and couldn't help it. This is when the box of tissues came in handy, and you know, damn the consequences.

Dear (?) Diana Gabaldon: GET THAT WONDERFUL MAN THROUGH THE STONES, WHERE THERE'S PENICILLIN AND A HOT BATH AND A HIGHER AVERAGE LIFE EXPECTANCY, STAT.

Yeah, sure. She missed that point five seasons ago, why do I even bother?

Spoiler: "What was it like.... there? It was.... magical". BOOO-HOOO-HOOO (I have no qualms).

Jeremiah's wooden toy plane in the streets of Wilmington and then the real thing across the sky, just after the little family gets through the stones. Clever reminder of that plane landing in Boston, with Claire, Bree and TMcG... ho-hum ... Frank Randall, after Culloden.

And finally, since I would really like to let you enjoy the wonderful last quarter of it, Jamie and Claire. That unspeakable tenderness that keeps us all completely spellbound. This is S&C acting, how could it be otherwise: and splendid, at that. But their acting, since that chemistry test, is informed by clear, present, deep feelings. We know. They know we know.

And they got their mojo back. I always hoped and prayed they will go out with a bang, not a fizzle. And it seems I was right. Fingers crossed. I trust them and, as always, I trust my gut.

#jottings

[poemwithoutahero]

i am literally about eid the same way people are about christmas like this is MY holiday

#🥰 #jottings

[amos-evans]

man, tumblr really knows how to recommend me a blog

#shitpost #jottings

[sunilification]

Nasadiya Sukta

Swiping neither left nor right.

No Thumbs. No Hearts.

To exist without the will to continue, either to prevent your loved ones from suffering or for any of the worldly reasons you have received over time is not really living.

It is being lived.

It is being lived by time, sleep and hunger. Metabolic cycles.

It is being a driftwood in the flowing river of nature, going round and round a star burning itself to oblivion in some lost corner of vast nothingness , slowly gathering expectation and disappointment, losing dignity and respect for oneself in experiences, choices and values. All influences are eventually immoral.

Meaningless illusions.

Fire and Wheel. Farms and animals.

Wars and Worship.

Here’s a game. Let us cut trees into rectangles and put faces and numbers on them. Keep exchanging them for things we neither need nor want.

Why agree to switch off the bulb for an hour, just agree to stop wearing clothes from tomorrow.

Isn’t Shame only an invented need? like that game of papers?

Does water have memories ?

Or shame?

People will talk of family and love.

Just Lack of Choice and associations.

Ownership, lies and expectations.

Ships passing at night.

Sharing a dark sea and a constellation above.

Selfishness. Sodium and Potassium ions swiftly flowing across invisible pores.

Means and ends, ends and means.

What of beauty, you say?

What can be more beautiful than silence and nothingness?

without the will or the need to continue, breaking free of this legacy of 4 billion-year-old chemical reaction seems quite romantic and fulfilling. At least novel and adventurous.

the more you meditate on this the more appealing and correct it seems, but then who really knows ? Who truly can vouch it is the end?

Cost of Living is just the cost of Dying.

Just believe you will do it slow.

++++

#life #reflections #philosophy #personal #random #jottings #thoughts #journaling

[gothicintrigue]

this essay is never! ending!

#watch me finish it and be the only one who's actually done it in the class tomorrow 🙄 #jottings #senior year