Fate - Blog Posts
Forget the People
The news having spread quickly and having reached the last poor, unemployed soul, a miserably thin crowd came up to Mr Dis App’s door. As he walked out with his humble luggage, they overwhelmed him.
He had thought he had braced himself against the jeering and scolding and ridiculing. But the judgmental people were shouting wishes of safe passage, the cynics wailed without any comment and his loving mother said her heart was breaking for him.
Nothing too predictable but still, all acceptable from people with no fate and spirit. This would be, Dis App pondered, a gesture unconserved.
He had one backpack, one messenger bag and--what he knew no one would know is a piece of luggage to his new life--a watch.
“Where is Scott?” he asked himself.
But he knew, fate is no mirage, it would not dissipate if he blinked or looked away.
And the used car was indeed parked at the end of the street.
Cottages with unmanaged surroundings. Weeds and poppies all the way to the city limits.
Packing
Fate now come, Dis App was ready in his dispositions and intentions. But a journey, he understood, depends on many things.
Sustenance and garments. Some money for emergencies and some for leisure.
And even the common, directionless man will tell you that when fate calls you cannot rely on the promise of happy returns. But Dis App, being strong and resolute, did not also anticipate failure.
Should he never return, there would still be a future for him. In sweet Far Away.
What should he bring into his life, finally starting? Probably not cheap furniture or utensils. But not even things so far his greatest treasures. Fate can’t offer less than the gray past. In fact it can only bring him to possess more.
But, Dis App thought, maybe a watch beside the essentials. Yes, it was a birthday present. And it is perhaps of no brand and the gilding is fake but the leather smells genuine. It is the most elegant thing of the so far.
And maybe he doesn’t have to absolutely kill himself.
Scottie Cometh
Mr Dis App had been born into a small rural community. Lived around the same several familiar cottages all his life. But he, he’d always felt, had also been born into a fate. Since early life, he had known things, understood things.
He had had intimations that perhaps he wasn’t alone with his knowledge--perhaps other people weren’t mindless automatons either but there was just no telling and also the inner voice had been impossible to ignore.
Plowing away on a piece of farmland, cognizant of the existence of faraway, opportunity-ridden places, he kept himself ready. He knew someday fate would come for him.
Laugh and scorn all you want, he thought about other people. You will ooh and ah soon enough.
And after an eternity but before you’d know it, there came fate looking. It was old Scottie, in a cheap used car.
Well fate looks off, Dis App had thought. The person is perfect but he is so dishevelled, and the car is wrong.
“You’ve been expecting me,” the sage said.
“You know it.”
“Get ready, we have to go.”
“I am. Where to?”
“There waits pain and ignorance and a shrill pang of disappointment in the city of Nuu.”
“Is it far away?”
“Why, yes.”
And Dis App was happy. Far was perfect.
How to get lost... in life
Though I'm relatively young, I've begun to feel, that I've missed or failed chances, which cannot be recovered. I've been inadequately attempting to perfect and sell my book, to be discovered as a genius at basically any field. I've been chasing my impossible and utterly ridiculous dreams. In my pursue of a great life, I've lost sight of what originally motivated me. And I haven't only failed at completing certain goals, I've given in to family expectations, "sane" voices from all around me and to my unadmitted fear of living. There's a part of me, which, along with many of my past chances, cannot be recovered. Well not by me at least... The current state of my life is not even remotely related to my former anticipation. I used to believe, that amazing turns in life are ahead. And yes, I'm still young... But I've just wasted so much: time, resources, connections and most of all spirit.
What do I do now? I still haven't lost hope and in all probability I never will. Still, I don't have the slightest idea of how to act. The ground beneath my feet has shrinked to absolute nil. I can see clearly, how my further actions and plans can never lead to fruition. However, as I've said, I'm bound to hope, I still believe, that life can take an unexpected and rather fortunate turn and this endlessly rushing train will take me to a destination, that overtakes all that my limited mind can dream of now.
I have faith, that my fate is not in my hands. It would be inexpressably tormenting to have no hope for anything beyond my own power. I am grateful that I can dwell in the house of God forever.
I feel that it's like in some books, where the characters have little to no word in shaping their destinies. Well of course, I firmly believe, that my actions and thoughts matter enermously, more than I realise but, in this short post, my only concern was resolving my present predicament.
Questioning fate
And whether we are all trapped in it and thinking we are free to decide what we do or whether we actually are. Not that it ultimately matters, you are who you are and you do what you do. She begged With tears on her cheeks Screams in her throat And blood in her hands But I cut him still Watching him drain into the ground And her sink next to him All for what. We all knew this was the way It had to end But just because you know the end You can't stop wanting To hope That it will change How do you fight fate Wether you believe in it Or not How do you know that our actions have consequences Is it a consequence if it's preordained? How can you fool the very thing that's writing your story How do you choose, if the choice was never yours How do you live If the life was never yours to lead If you are lead by some string tied to your soul Tied to the pages we are written on Your life Ink on pages Does someone read us when we pass Or are we just stored on the shelf To impress and gather dust She begged And I cut
Bowynn Gods: Nareen
Nareen (Nah-rin) Nareen is one of the three Ano Taya goddesses. She is the eldest of the three Ano Taya and the daughter of Bia. As one of the three Ano Taya, Nareen is the goddess of the Future and is the goddess that checks on the woven threads in the Tapestry of Life, that’s Narna (The Present) has woven, tightening them into place. Nareen is the final judge as to the threads of life that are woven into the Tapestry of Life. And only Nareen can alter a threads course. Even Anhur himself must ask Nareen to remove or cut a thread, which is very rare. Nareen is also a goddess of prophecy; people often praying to her to change the course of their lives for the better.
Nareen is the Goddess of The future. She is called "The Bending One because the future is always altered by our choises. Nareen is the Goddess of What Is To Be, The goddess of the elderly, and the goddess of possible destinies. She is also a patroness to oracles and people that divine. Sadly, many people and gods have accused her of being the goddess of a solid set course of events, but Nareen is nothing of the sort. She represents the 'Ever Altering Future." She has nothing to do with how the future plays out. She only guards the events in the Tapestry of Life. Nareen has always warned people and the gods that she does not control nor altar the future. "You do that yourself. I work in thread and wool, not in stone."
Nareen is a goddess seen as an old wise woman, a grandmother figure. She is dressed in purples or sometimes black, with a veil on her head topped with a crown of flowers. In her hand is seen a spool of wool and loom cob. As with her sisters, Nareen has no totem animals.
Woven fillet with the Ano Taya and other goddesses
Bowynn Gods: Narna
Narna (Nar-nah) Goddess of the present, Narna is one of the three Ano Taya goddesses, born by the will of Bia. Her divine attribute is that of the present and is the goddess that weaves the tapestry of Life, helped by her sisters.
Narna presides over everything dealing with The Now, the Present, That what is. Adulthood,
Narna is a goddess seen as a mother figure, with a veil, colored red, representing a woman’s menstruation period and the blood loss during birth. As like her sisters, Narna has no totem animals.
Bowynn Gods: Nae
Nae (Nay) Nae is one of the three Ano Taya goddesses. Her attribute is that of the past and she is the goddess that prepares the threads that shall be woven into the tapestry of Life, woven by her sisters. She and her sisters are the daughters of Bia.
Nae represents, Beginnings, Childhood, The past, Memories.
Nae is a goddess seen as a young girl, still not clad in her hladd yet, as she symbolizes girls before having their first menstruation and still not fully trained in all of life’s lessons and skills Her clothes are also white in color, representing virginity. As with her sisters, Nae has no totem animals.
Bowynn Gods: Ano Taya
Ano Taya (An-oh Tay-ya) The Ano Taya are three goddesses that preside over “Fate.” The three goddesses are Nae (the past) Narna (The present) Nareen (The future). The Ano Taya are 3 of the few gods that never leave Alaway. Instead, they forever sit in front of a giant loom and weave the great tapestry of life; whose threads present every mortal ever born. Unlike the Greek and Roman Fates, the threads do not hold the very essence of mortal life. So, if they are cut, mortals do not die. The threads of the Ano Taya weave represent the paths of life we take, the threads that are woven in with are those we met in life. Grandmother Nareen tends to what was woven. Mother Narna weaves in the new threads and Nae prepares the threads that shall be woven into the loom.
It is said that when the Ano Taya finish the current tapestry of life, this age is over. Then they will then start over making a new tapestry, and a new age shall begin. Currently mankind is the forth tapestry woven by the Ano Taya. The past tapestries they have created are hung in the great hall of Alaway.
Sacred gifts offered to the Ano Taya goddesses are candles of white, red and purple. Also Fillets of the same color and votive images of the goddesses. The number 3 is most sacred to the Ano Taya so any offerings in the amount of 3 are most welcome by the Ano Taya.
Cast your fate to the wind
Cast your fate to the wind - Shelby Flint
"The empty sky is my best friend."
Occationally in this dear life there comes a moment when we can either sit tight and watch, or stand up and throw ourselves head long into the chaos.
Daily drawing
4B pencil on watercolor paper
Calbayog City, Philippines, 2024
I'LL FIGHT THE HARPIES AND CHIMERAS! THE MINOTAUR, EVEN CERBERUS!
SING LEGENDARY FROM EPIC W/ ME! SING IN TH REBLOGS!!
It's just me, myself and I....
As a rontoto shipper I have to admit that I have a bunch of crazy rkdd headcanons and aus which have nothing to do with canon universe (partly because I still haven't catch up on manga)
But I guess the au and headcanons make fandom stronger💪 so hope to see more of it
I have a bad habit of mashing my current hyperfixations together. So yeah. Last night, I ended up thinking of multiple AUs for RKDD until I passed out.
So, in the greater Nasuverse, I'd like to think about how both Ron and Toto would end up meeting and then setting up their own detective agency and they just solve mysteries together. 😂
Mages Association = BLUE
Ron getting kicked out like Touko Aozaki did, but he didn't let it bother him that much. he still ended setting up business in Japan instead of London.
Ron had the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception which let's him see the Lines and Points of Death which means, if something is alive, he would know how to kill it(sounds OP but it's got limitations actually. Also, Ron is not the type to just kill someone.)
His Origin is Elucidation :^)
He's very well versed in Mordern Magecraft and that was what he tends to use, but is also familiar with Runes.
another angst factor: ron has multiple personalities like most people with mystic eyes of death perception and totomaru loves all of them uwu. Those personalities are very distinct from each other and like in the series, Totomaru Isshiki would be the one that would keep his feet on the ground
Totomaru Isshiki is a practitioner of traditional Japanese magecraft. His family was actually tasked with the protection of Japan and his family had contracts with the Deities and he'd be able to evoke their Authorities if certain conditions were met. Regularly, he uses Omnyoudou. Because using the Authority of the Gods will whittle his life force, he doesn't use it that much.
His Origin is Completeness.
Don't mind me though. This was just a fun thing to imagine.
"Because when I fix other people, I don't have to think about how fucking broken I am."
- Sky
I love to love. It's so beautiful when two people who had no connection suddenly get intertwined by fate, love each other at the same time, and fall deeper every day. Who would've imagined this fairytale? It was just a coincidence to some, but the ones living that coincidence felt like characters in a fairy tale; for them, it was a miracle. You see stars in their eyes; your heart hurts when they're sad; their smile is worth more than anything for which you'd do everything. For some it's cringe; for you it's the cutest thing, because the one who's doing it is your love. Love will be different every day, but love will stay; you can't unlove that person, and you don't have to do so. It might hurt, but it also heals. If you feel the love, then stay and continue to feel the most beautiful feeling with the most beautiful one. In the process of loving don't forget to love yourself too and don't lose yourself.
©-shelovesskiez
The Presitge
I was originally going to highlight Unbreakable (2000) today, but given the ending of the trilogy is getting released on Friday, I postponed. The Prestige (2006) will always be a film marked as one of my favorites as it’s a suspense film I can handle and I love when there is a bit of thinking and question as opposed to pure terror (see Cape Fear—the most frightening moments of the film being when literally NOTHING happens but it’s 5 straight, pure minutes of agony).
I like this film because it taps into a lot, struggling for success, secrets, devotion, mystery and it’s related suspense. While we mostly follow Angier and root for him to succeed for his redemption against Borden, we also delve a bit more into Borden and want to root for him sometimes as well. It shows and tests the very complex journey of our aspirations and what may happen when things get out of hand. The fake and true deaths of Angier and Borden show both the worst that comes in us destroying ourselves and how when we lose track of ourselves we can lead others to destroy us.
PS—plus the Borden switch—damn
Eh....Anonymous
All right, I’m not clean, proud nor happy about this but facts are true when we like them and when we don’t. These three films are brilliant (in my opinion), and I love them and while I will not purchase anything related to the man behind the shadows of these films, to not have them included in my favorites would be a lie—so I crammed them all together as films I wish were associated with someone else –and that’s all I can say on the matter as my alliance for these films still struggles.
The Curse of the Jade Scorpion
Way back when, my family (mostly my Dad and I) would watch two films on New Year’s Eve instead of just one, along with getting Chinese food for dinner. The Curse of the Jade Scorpion was one of the first ones, one we watched at least a second New Year’s Eve and is one of my favorite comedies. I have re-watched it many times and I always love it. Like its main character, it’s ridiculous and cartoon-like, perfectly matching the music that goes with it--like a live-action Bugs Bunny cartoon. Watching an investigator thump around and somehow, luckily solve the mystery—is preposterous, even more so than the romantic ending. But if you find to have similar taste as I do, which most don’t, this one will have you laugh out loud so much that your father starts to watch from another room.
Crimes and Misdemeanors
Please, please, hold the accurate screams for the stars of this film that escape from your body as if you are a stereotyped middle school girl from ten years ago that just saw Justin Bieber. Sam Waterson, Jerry Orbach (RIP) and Alan Alda—heaven and probably my main reasons for loving this film (in order) not just because it was them but because I saw a different character of them that I was more used to (thou not Alan Alda in this case, I agree he was schmucky). I would agree with other reviewers that it’s not exactly the suspense of what’s going to happen that fuels the story but what these ‘average’ people will do, how they will react and how the rest of their lives will be impacted. Except for Judah’s connection to hitman, and part of the story having a connection to the acting/film industry—the stories are all pretty common. People who are in unhappy marriages, people who have affairs; these stories are common. A lot of “coming of age” stories are about teenagers and young adults, but after 50 or so years sometimes we come to a new level of understanding of ourselves or a different realization than before and make different choices and we adapt again rising to a new challenge or falling below expectations—but which one was which
“And after the awful deed is done, he finds that he's plagued by deep-rooted guilt. Little sparks of his religious background which he'd rejected are suddenly stirred up. He hears his father's voice. He imagines that God is watching his every move. Suddenly, it's not an empty universe at all, but a just and moral one, and he's violated it.”
Match Point
Match Point really is just an extension of Crimes and Misdemeanors, the only larger change is that the ending result comes from a combination of the actions of the main character along with ‘fate’ as opposed to just dumb luck. Both main characters in Crimes and Misdemeanors and Match Point show that with real consequences, the choices you make are different than what you think they would be; but also how your worst choices show your true character because even thou both Judah and Tom both felt extreme guilt….they got over it pretty quickly
Shout out: Melinda and Melinda a complete extreme of how perspective can shape so much
"We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that's like saying you can never change your fate."
- Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses
Love's Unseen Roots
In the garden of our love, we once grew free;
where your roots took hold deep inside of me.
But fate, unkind, veiled you from my eyes to see;
my heart, your grave, forever to be.
by Weltenasche.
It's all on TV. So handling the cold metal, feeling it next to his skin that first time: it was easy. And when things come to you easily, when things click effortlessly into place, it is so tempting to use the four-letter F-word. Fate.
Zadie Smith 'White Teeth'
When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion
That you will always be mine
I hope you understand why I'm broken
When the strings of fate that tangled us together
Begin unraveling
Like the denumount of a bittersweet film
That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.
I've turned the ending in my mind
Like a smooth stone in my hand
Feeling for any scratch and mar
To justify holding on
Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.
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5/14
A metaphorical
Gun to my head
Threaten a fate
I would rather
Instead
A moment too soon
Or not soon enough
Maybe this metaphor
Is more real
Than I thought
I stole your name
From the gusts of wind
And wondered
If it was destiny?
''Mortis''
@therealjacksepticeye