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nkaec · 3 days
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“It came to me in a dream”
Cloud lifting Aerith up to see Mt. Nibel.
He promises, as a mountain boy to a city girl, to go to the beach with her some day.
That day never comes to pass.
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Maybe soulmates aren’t always we were made for each other from the start. Maybe we made ourselves for each other over time.
Maybe at first we were separate saplings but with time we grew together until our trunks and branches were so intertwined that there was no me or you, only us.
What am I meant to do with the empty space of where your trunk and branches used to be now that you’re gone?
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writeouswriter · 3 days
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I love overanalyzing comedies and suddenly seeing the (sometimes intentional, sometimes unintentional) overwhelming tragedy of them, it's like peeking through the Lovecraftian veil and coming back forever changed, knowing more than man was ever meant to know but unable to share that knowledge unless the others have also already seen™️ the great beast (subtext and various details not visible to the untrained eye) themselves
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lycanthrology · 2 years
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tragedy enjoyers when their favourite characters are brutally killed in a completely avoidable scenario of their own creation
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[Image description: A gif of a crowd cheering wildly. They throw their hands up and high five each other. /End ID]
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artandchocolate · 2 years
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- Euripides, "Erakles"
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starrywisdomsect · 3 years
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Oedipus Rex  (1957)
This adaptation of Sophocles’ tragedy (in a translation by William Butler Yeats) looks almost the way it would have when staged in the 5th century BC. Stentorian oration and carefully posed tableaux abound, giving the film an uncanny atmosphere somewhere between a black mass and puppet theater.
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filmnoirsbian · 2 years
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Joan Tierney
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myfeelisfunny · 2 years
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charlottearthistory · 3 years
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‘sappho’ - charles auguste mengin (1877)
ransacked to the waist, hounded under gales. of black hair, eyes burdened with longing, you are left behind, the lyre in your hand. fretted with the chords of the sea. - andrew miller
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therealrichardpapen · 2 years
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Achilles didn't fight for glory, for honor, or for the Greeks. He fought to die. He fought to die only to be reunited with his beloved, Patroclus. And when he died, he died smiling, because he knew he'd meet him soon.
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oppred · 2 years
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Something about mothers - Part 1
Sam Gordon/P!nk/Louise Gluck/Christina Rossetti/wikipedia/Safia Elhillo/Oscar Wilde/Bustle Magazine/unsourced/hannah green
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insuperar · 2 years
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Que seu futuro seja completo de realizações,
e que as constelações brindem ao seu sucesso.
Uma galáxia de desejos realizados.
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plathsbitch · 3 years
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I am not the main character and I am not a side character. I am that character that just needs one more push, one more tragedy, to become the villain.
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smakkabagms · 2 years
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A tragedy is the story of a human growing into his death mask. What has been done is too total to be undone, or even regretted; it defines the doer once and for all and renders the future impossible. (Macbeth is the story of Macbeth growing into his regicide, even as his wife collapses under it; the hesitant hen-pecked man of the first act becomes a monstrous king with burning eyes, master of the deed that mastered him.) The tragic hero attains something like divine completeness, except that for human beings completeness is death. So the ubiquitous counsel of the chorus concerning the hero—look what fortune has done here, she used to be on top of the world, don’t count on happiness, don’t believe anyone happy until he is dead—says more than it seems to. In the last analysis, what can one say of mere mortals? A human is just too partial, too speckled and subject and already-half-gone, for anything to be really true or false of him. Is he happy, is she sad? Maybe, a bit, for a time, but really—who can say, who can even care? That’s how it is for humans, unless and until they are tragic. The tragic hero is complete. You can call him unhappy (miserable, utterly broken) even before he is dead. For an instant he is something like divine. And then he dies, because there’s nothing left to do. The center of every tragedy is the image of a human being who has already died but keeps talking, someone whose face is a mask. Antigone says this explicitly—she is already dead; Oedipus acts it out in gouging out his eyes.
Michael Kinnucan, “The Gods Show Up”
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feel free to add more 😊😢
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spiritunwilling · 3 years
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Road to Hell, Hadestown // An Iliad, Lisa Peterson and Denis O'Hare
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