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Emily: And then-- Frankie.
[Plodding piano as Murph talks.]
Murph: I-- I think Frankie does his normal thing, which is to tell everybody he's going to bed, and then leaves the light on and smokes his pipe, and you can see the smoke coming out from under the door. [Emily laughs] And he also, I'll say, almost like he's a bad roommate playing darts or something, he has a throwing knife that he just throws into a beam on his wall that has a bunch of like-- slashes into it.
And then he has another knife that was like a dagger that his wife Linette had, that he doesn't throw. He keeps it perfect. So he's got the one in his left hand that's her knife, just kind of like, flippin' it and lookin' at it. And then he's got his crappy one that he just throws into the wall over and over again. [Sound of a dagger being thrown.]
Emily: As you flip Linette's dagger in your hand, the hilt of it familiar to you at this point-- you see the hilt of it is decorated with a sort of red poppy flower-- [Piano fades.] You hear Atticus' words in your head:
Atticus (Emily): As a favor to your late wife.
Frankie (Murph): (muttered) Keep her name out of your mouth.
[Emily and Caldwell laugh]
Emily: And you feel, in your stomach, the remnants of the Little Death that you... took just a dab of. And… a memory is needling at you.
Frankie: Mmm.
Emily: Do you…
Murph: I dive in, yeah.
[Jake laughs.]
Emily: You dive in?
Murph: Yeah. In fact, if I would've saved the vial, I t--try and take more.
Emily: You huff the fumes of that Little Death, and you return to a moment…
[Soft music begins, first a solo piano, but building as the scene continues.]
Emily: You see in the corner of your bedroom, this vanity with a basin where Linette used to take the pins out of her hair after a night of dancing. And you remember a specific night: Linette, smiling at you in the mirror as her hair, curl by curl, falls to her shoulders, but with some mischief in her eyes.
Linette (Emily): Hey, Frank?
Emily: She pulls a coin purse from her corset.
Linette: I think it's time to start lookin' at places in the Feywild.
Emily: She tosses you the purse, grinning at you. It lands… heavy in your hand. There's a lot of coin in here.
Linette: I got a raise, Frank. We're so close! I can taste it-- you, me, Pen. We're gettin' outta here!
Emily: She takes the final pin out of her hair, which you now recognize is her dagger. She folds it gently into a handkerchief and she tucks it into a drawer. And then she turns at you, beaming, with a hope that is so… infectious, you forgot to question where all that money came from.
Frankie: (joyful) Linette! O--Of course you got a raise! You're the best! They finally realized your worth!
[Emily and Jake laugh softly as he talks.]
Murph: And I-- I pull her in, I give her a big kiss… such a distant Frankie that no longer exists; I call for Penny--
Frankie: Pen! Get in here, bud! We got great news!
[Emily gasps softly.]
Penny (Caldwell): What? What's goin' on?
Frankie: C'mere my special little guy! Get over here!
[Caldwell, Jake, and Emily laugh as he talks. They continue to laugh through the rest of the exchange.]
Frankie: Oh, god, aren't we just the perfect little family! Ain't nothin' ever gonna change! Nothin's gettin' us down! The Vantasmos!
Penny: I love you ma, I love you dad!
Frankie: Oh, I love you son! God! It's so simple! Ain't life simple, everybody?
Penny: Everything's great, I'm just gonna do a cartwheel, okay?
Frankie: Oh, wow, look at him go, Lin! Look at him go! There's my boy! He can do cartwheels better than anybody!
[The laughter fades. The music fades back to only piano.]
Emily: And then this beautiful memory dissipates-- [the music cuts out entirely] --like the smoke from your pipe, and you're back here.
Frankie: (joyless) Yeah.
Murph: I look in the mirror, and see myself looking back at me instead of Linette.
Frankie: Ah.
Emily: Yeah.
Murph: I throw something over the mirror.
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My father was martyred by Israel on 10 October 2023 after sacrificing his care in hospital so the injured children could take priority. Today would have been his 60th birthday. He was always selfless, kind, and giving for others. My father gave up everything for me to be able to have a better life, because that is what he always dreamed for me and my sister. The world suffered a great loss when he died, and my heart is always with him and every Palestinian who has lost someone.
In his honour and memory, I would love for anyone who is able to do so to consider donating to The Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.
The PCRF is an amazing organisation that does so much for those in Gaza right now, including helping provide food, water and medicine. You can donate any amount you are able to- there is no minimum! My father would have given his very last cent if he saw the way Palestine was continuing to suffer after over 100 days with this limited aid, so I know celebrating him by helping others is the least he would have wanted.
I saw @parrot-parent do a very successful donation match and I thought it was such a good idea so I will also match all donations up to $500! If you feel comfortable sending me proof of the amount of your donation, I will match it as a donation at the end of February. (My messages are set to mutuals only, but if you donate and we aren’t mutuals if you send an ask with the proof I will make sure to answer it privately.)
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It's times like these, when Grian refers to snails as molluscs and gastropods, that I remember he has a degree in marine biology. In retrospect this makes the fishing arc funnier I think.
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Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.
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thinking about how they said grover was affected the most out of everyone bc he was alone and how nico and bianca stayed for 70 years inside that hotel and didn't forget each other bc they were always within reach and how that little detail makes their story even more devastating bc they got through it together and the moment they got out they get separated and then bianca never comes back
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im ngl that scene in the lighthouse when hes trying to jerk off to the idea of a hot mermaid but keeps getting distracted by unsightly visions symbolizing his guilty conscience and descent into insanity is so real like. it really is like that sometimes
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i feel like we dont talk enough about how distressing and disturbing memory loss issues are. forgetting what you were talking about halfway through a sentence, putting something down and instantly forgetting where you put it. having to reread one paragraph over and over again because by the time youve moved onto the next sentence you dont remember what the one before it said. always doubting if your memories of things are real, not being able to remember important life events.
its so incredibly scary, it feels like your mind is constantly playing tricks on you and you start to doubt whats real and what isnt.
“i forgot” is treated like a lazy excuse when it’s genuinely such a big issue for so many people.
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gotta be honest and say it's insane to me that a bunch of people 'misremembered' nelson mandela dying in prison in the 80s even though he lived to become the president of south africa in the 90s and instead of thinking 'wow, i really should learn a bit more about international politics outside of north america and europe because not knowing such a basic fact like this about one of the most influential political figures of all time is kind of embarrassing', they became convinced that this was proof that parallel realities exist and they were having memories of an universe where mandela died in prison somehow. that's presumptuous on a level i can barely conceive of
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