Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
Explain
The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases
We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads
Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living
So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too
Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not
Ok but this speaks to me
I always feel like something isn’t quite right at rest stops
I once slept though three gas stations on a road trip, and the second the car started to slow to turn into a rest stop, I was basically wide awake.
My mom and I were on I-90 in a blizzard once and pulled off at the first exit we could find. Turns out that if we’d gone even a mile further, we would have happened on a 49-and-counting car pileup, and that 90 was closed for MILES. How we found an unblocked ramp was a matter of great debate, but where this gets weirder still is that at the bottom of the ramp was a closed truck stop and an open church full of teenagers–they went for youth group, the blizzard started, and they were stuck until the snow stopped. They fed us leftovers from their potluck dinner, prayed with us for safe travel, and when the snow let up they saw us on our way.
Three days later–Sunday–we were traveling back and decided to stop at that church to thank them. We found it thanks to the truck stop, but this time it was the truck stop that was open and the church that was closed. Neither of us remembered it looking so decrepit on the trip down, and granted we saw it first at night in a snowstorm, but you’d think we’d have noticed the boarded-up windows. So we asked in at the truck stop.
The church had been abandoned for ten years. And yet I still had one of their youth group programs under my sun visor, very clearly labeled for the previous week.
To this day I’m sure we crossed dimensions somewhere on I-90, and that’s how we stayed safe. You could tell me it’s because the truck stop was a liminal space and I’d 100% believe you.
I don’t mind when this post goes around again because sometimes I get stories like this
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
fabulous
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
I JUST DIED
I SEARCHED THIS POST FOR AGES OH MY GOD
As someone whose played instruments before this makes me ridiculously happy.
Maybe you could fight
the Mark for years, maybe centuries, like Cain did, but you cannot fight
it forever.
And when you finally turn – and you will turn – Sam…
And everyone you know, everyone you love – they could be long dead.
Everyone except me.
I’m the one who will have to watch you murder the world, so if there’s
even a small chance that we can save you, I won’t let you walk out of
this room.
I am spending 30% of the next two weeks on airplanes and on long car rides so for the love of god
REC ME YOUR EPIC LONGFIC AND FAVS IN GENERAL
I have incredibly undiscriminating taste in fandoms and pairings please I just need STORIES or I will go crazy and try to stab the flight attendants on Air Blarghistan
Like Cats and Dogs: “Dean knew his mate would have to be different. He just didn’t know what
“different” would really mean, and how “different” would bring his whole
world crashing down on top of him” It’s the DeanCas shapshifter ABO fic of my dreams.
Baby You Should Stick Around: “If somebody had told Steve he and Bucky would end up
raising Bucky’s clone as their son, he’d probably have- wait, no, he
wouldn’t have done anything, because nobody would ever have said that. And yet. Here they are.” Steve and Bucky are dads; it’s great
Sweeter Coming from My Hand: “‘“In conclusion: Dean Winchester, will you marry me?”“What?” Dean almost chokes on his sandwich.“I’m trying to save your soul,” Cas snaps. “You don’t have to look so horrified.”‘ Be still my heart, basically.
I’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile: “Arthur’s a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the
street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.“ I don’t follow or really care about Inception, but I love this fic and I love this pairing in this fic.
The Best Years of Our Lives My Ass: “AU after Season 8, episode 6, “Southern Comfort.” Dean goes to sleep in a
motel room in Texarkana, and he wakes up 17 years old, in his childhood
bedroom in Lawrence, Kansas, 1996. He has no idea how he got there, why
his parents are still alive, why his brother is an adorable freshman
with no memory of his adult life, and why the only ally he has in this
place is the angel he left behind in Purgatory – somehow also 17 years
old. They have to get out, that’s the important thing. Only, falling in
love with his angel wasn’t a part of the plan.“
what fun it all would be: “Nothing dies in Purgatory, but they are forever finding corpses. A thoroughly jossed S7 coda fic in which Dean and Castiel find Emma in Purgatory.“ Aka the fic that inspired me to write Emma and dad!dean.
Something by the Sea: “After suffering the horrific cost of being cured from demonhood, Dean
and Cas settle down in the small town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine,
buying a run-down shack near the beach to call their own. Dean attempts
to get into a normal routine– fixing up the kitchen, chopping wood for
the fire, and picking out paint colors– all with the pleasant backdrop
of Cas’s company and a beach fifty feet away. These things prove
themselves to be fragile, however, and the past haunts Dean in the form
of nightmares and strange phone-calls from an untraceable number, along
with the far-from-innocent history of their new house.” Leanna’s beautifully painful bigbang.
The Path of the Fireflies: “After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years.” I am an unbelievable sucker for Dean waking up five to ten years in the future married to Cas, freaking out, and the realizing why he’s married to Cas. It melts my heart. It is my greatest wekaness.
I am spending 30% of the next two weeks on airplanes and on long car rides so for the love of god
REC ME YOUR EPIC LONGFIC AND FAVS IN GENERAL
I have incredibly undiscriminating taste in fandoms and pairings please I just need STORIES or I will go crazy and try to stab the flight attendants on Air Blarghistan
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