ohermal:

You will find it quite easy to face death if you stop to consider the business you will be leaving and the sort of characters which will no longer contaminate your soul. […] but still remember that the delieverance death brings is not delieverance from the like-minded. This alone, if anything could, might pull you back and hold you to life – if you were allowed to live in the company of people who share your principles. But as things are you see how wearisome it is to live out of tune with your fellows, so that you say: ‘Come quickly, death, or I too may forget myself.’

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book Nine.

Source: ohermal

beanarie:

silverflint drabble of the week: double trouble

(moonlight, map, paint, blade, record, rock)

“When Vane’s quartermaster was satisfied, rather reached the limits of his dissatisfaction,” Silver breathes out, pressing his cheek against Flint’s back, “he held a blade to my throat in a singularly decisive manner.”

I’m the only one allowed to do that, Flint thinks.

“He made to paint the room with my blood and let my carcass settle amongst the rocks at the bottom of the sea. It- it was not an outcome for which I felt any particular sense of dread, in that moment.”

Moonlight plays against the rings on Flint’s fingers as he fidgets and stares out at the sea, letting Silver sigh to himself, not taking anything more than he is willing to give.

“For the record,” here Silver tries to inject a sardonic note, but fails, miserably, “I never truly believed anyone would come for me.”

The correct response is suddenly mapped out clear as day. “I’ll always come for you,” Flint says.

The arm around his waist tightens, but that’s the only reply he gets.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. And then the murders began.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. And then the murders began.

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And then the murders began.

The phantom of the opera did exist. And then the murders begun.

Maman died today. And then the murders began. 

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. And then the murders began.

In 1815 Monsieur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne. And then the murders began.

Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit
litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram;
multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem,              
inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum,
Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.
Deinde homicidia coeperunt. 

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. And then the murders began.

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. And then the murders began. 

It was a dark and stormy night. And then the murders began.

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.

And then the murders began.“

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. And then the murders began.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree,
And the murders then began
In caverns measureless to man
The poem’s better, see.

Source: maradyeries

candlewinds:

okay but I love how during the shark date scene silver is the one who races forward and holds onto the rope and tries with all his might to reel the shark in and the camera occasionally cuts back to flint who’s just sitting in the back of their tiny boat not helping at all bc he’s too busy breathing heavily and watching silver work his magic…like imagine if they lost hold of it and had to go back to the crew and explain that they’re all gonna go hungry and die bc flint is a walking talking heart eye emoji and short-circuits every time silver exposes an inch of wrist

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jaune-clair:

(This was meant to be a companion to tender; like a bruise but kind of isn’t. Vaguely set between s3 and s4, definitely nsfw.) 

“Wait,” John gasps out after Flint sucks his cock down to the root. “Wait – I haven’t done this before.”

He’d meant to say something more akin to, Just give me a moment, but the overwhelming sensation of Flint’s mouth around his cock and his hands (gripping John’s thighs as he teeters on the edge of the bed) has robbed him of good sense. And so the truth came tumbling out from between his lips.

Flint stops immediately. The sight of him, on his knees, John’s thighs over his shoulders, cheek resting against the inside of John’s thigh, threatens to rob John of any sense at all. His captain’s brow furrows; he spares another glance at John’s cock, now red and leaking.

“Not – not with another man. I just thought you should know,” John adds dumbly, when Flint doesn’t speak. “In case you were expecting something else. So you won’t be disappointed.”

He thinks of disappointments and glances, reflexively, at his ruined leg.

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Silverflint Drabble of the Week (19/11/2018) – Moonlight/ Map/ Paint

Flint is standing by his desk, hands clasped behind his back, glaring down at a map.

Silver gazes at him. Someone should paint him like this, the image of the loneliness of command. But Flint would throw overboard anyone who ever asked him to pose.

“Come up on the bridge,” he says. “Please.”

“Why?”

“A bit of quiet and rest in the moonlight would do you good. Captain.”

Flint stares at him, then his eyes soften. “Very well.” He looks Silver over. “Remember, you said quiet.” His hand rests briefly, light and warm, on Silver’s neck as they step out.

I dont understand how people use characters and ships for coping? I see it mentioned a lot but exactly how?

shipping-isnt-morality:

I searched through my posts and realized I don’t really have a cope shipping masterpost? So here’s the main reasons I’ve heard:

Catharsis: a literally ancient tradition of using fiction to help you feel difficult emotions, like fear, anger, sadness, or guilt, without having to confront them too directly. Sharing those emotions socially can also reduce the impact and lighten the load. For people who are dealing with totally overwhelming emotions because of trauma, catharsis is a way to bleed some of it off, maybe even in fictional circumstances similar to their trauma, allowing them to talk about it and feel it when they’re not yet ready to confront it directly. Probably most angst-shipping is in this category, and it’s by no means limited to trauma victims; anyone can benefit from and even enjoy catharsis.

Narrative Therapy: more directly relevant to survivors, this is the process of shaping what happened to them into a coherent narrative, and sorting through the ambiguities and confusion. While often “angsty”, it doesn’t have to be: I can personally testify that frequently narrative therapy is just as important for dealing with and rationalizing the positive emotions I felt during trauma.

Projection: anecdotally, many people use fiction to regain a sense of power that was lost during trauma, especially sexual trauma. These fics can go a lot of different ways: they may be virtually indistinguishable from the trauma, and overlap with narrative therapy. or they may go radically different ways: for example, the victim becoming the aggressor, or alternately the aggressor being much more aggressive and violent than they were in real life. These kind of what-ifs are a natural part of trauma, and not unhealthy if they don’t consume your life or prevent you from dealing with what actually happened.

Kink: While it’s not universal by any means, sexual trauma (especially CSA) can have a significant effect on your sexuality. Rape fantasies, CSA fantasies, all variety of transgressive sexual fantasies are more common among survivors. These fantasies are common, not harmful, and eliminating them isn’t a part of recovery unless the survivor is very distressed by them. Fiction is an easy, safe way to engage in those fantasies without creating more victims or attempting anything risky in real life.