#300 fox way women

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Blue feeling ‘used’ by her family for her power and Gwenllian validating that feeling (which also has an implication imo of Glendower potentially using his daughters power to make himself and his magician friends more powerful) while Blue is at her angriest at her mother for leaving… I so wish this was followed through on in the next book and we got Blue and the 300 fox way women talking about this and her feeling her feelings there but… I guess other stuff was going on for everyone. And I understand that once she got Maura back (while grieving Persephone and pre emptively grieving Gansey) Blue was probably too happy about that to be mad (and also I think Gwenllian is spinning a valid grievance Blue has to be something that could turn her against her family, so I would have found it interesting if she partially succeeded a little more)

[squash1]

my heart is very happy every time i think about maura and calla and all the aunties coming over to the barns to have tarot nights with adam and ronan. something about parental relationships that are formed after childhood and based entirely in mutual love and respect. something about the fox way women offering guidance and support when all adam and ronan have ever wanted was someone to answer all their questions.

something about adam asking if he is a psychic and calla saying “of course, did you think you’d lost everything when cabeswater died?” and adam simply whispering “yes.”

the warmth of having something to ask and someone to answer.

[legaltrashgoblin]

Little detail I love in The Raven King:

The statues of the Yoruba orishas (goddesses) in the 300 Fox Way scrying sessions.

Calla's statue of Oya, who is considered the orisha of wind, lightning and storms, as well as being associated with change, transformation and destruction.

Maura's statue of Oshun, who is associated with love, fertility, water, purity and sensuality, and possesses the human qualities of spite, jealousy and vanity.

And Persephone's statue of Yemaya, orisha of motherhood and the sea. She's considered the great mother of all of us, representing Mother Earth, the life giver.

I don't know much further than this, and I might be wrong about a lot of it, no disrespect intended to the Yoruba religion.

But I really love how it sort of ties into the women of 300 Fox Way??? Like Oya being orisha of storms, and Calla being a storm contained inside a woman, and Oshun, the orisha of love and fertility, like Maura, who has found love and has a family of her own, and the shared trait with her and her daughter of vanity, jealousy and spite. And Yemaya, the motherhood orisha, and Persephone, who was not a mother, but she was a teacher, a carer. She took care of Adam, taught him to regain control over his own life, taking care of Blue and Maura and Calla.

Anyways :))

[seafoamandtragedy]

The women of 300 foxway

Persephone poldma

Maura Sargent

Calla Lily Johnson

Gwenllian

Orla Sargent

Neeve Mullen

Jimi Sargent

[oakandcirrus]

i love supernatural media where you don’t have to willfully suspend disbelief, where it’s a series of strange occurrences and coincidences, no way to be definitively proven, therefore no way to be definitively false.

[shayberri789]

Something I appreciate about the Raven Cycle is how the women of 300 fox way feel like they have had a life and don't merely exist for the plot.

[apppleioi]

we’re all just a bunch of people who are unsure of just how many women live at 300 fox way, aren’t we?

[r-inijhinix]

If Ronan had met Blue just a few months earlier he 100% would've "learned how to do palm readings" from the women of 300 Fox Way just for an excuse to touch Adam's hands and trace his veins

[pixiishi]

replied to a comment about this, but i want to share it as a post, too: god, i love the women of 300 fox way. they aren’t talked about enough.

here is a patchwork blanket of people who found each other, and built a home together; they are the people blue has grown up with and can always return to, no matter what. 300 fox way is family (both found, and by blood) in the truest sense—the very heart of this series—and not only that, but they are all women. women who are messy and beautiful and ugly and strange, who contrast and compliment each other, who are unapologetically themselves, to their best and worst. they raised blue into the girl she is, and it is this foundation, these bonds, this understanding that becomes increasingly important to blue as she leaves the nest, and adventures alongside the raven boys. two completely different worlds whose differences exemplify what makes each of them so valuable and vibrant, slowly blurring and blending into a pot of all the love blue holds for the people in her life, and the magic of the ley line running beneath their feet.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Objectively insane that Adam could ask Blue on a sort-of-date anywhere and he chooses to bring her magical questing in a helicopter with him and his two friends he has weird sexual tension with. If she was a normal girl Blue would be pissed this is the date she gets but she was raised by a household of polyamorous women so she’s just like ‘this is normal, this is like my house but with men so glad I get to go on a normal date’ lmao 😭.

[legaltrashgoblin]

Only just occurred to me that Persephone dies because she scryed too far, much like when Adam did and his breathing stopped, but she had no one to pull her back from looking for Maura.

I'm sad

[legaltrashgoblin]

The wildest one that I think would AND wouldn't work is Colin Greenmantle/Mr Gray. Greenmantle would just be pure fuck and be a bitch about it later and Mr Gray would just be like "shut up who just had you on your back for an hour" and leave. Like they hate each other but because they fucked once in college every so often they just find each other and do it again, and they never speak about it BECAUSE they hate each other and they'd rather not have people think any different. Plus the blackmail because of that.

Another one I think would work (not so wildly) is Calla/Maura/Persephone, because three women living in the same house and raising an eccentric teenage girl/person/ant is the most sapphic thing to me. The soft nights drinking alcohol and doing readings for each other and just the overall dynamic of the house

whats the wildest pairing in trc/tdt that would actually work? or would not work at all and be complete disaster? pls let me know

[seafoamandtragedy]

I personally believe Sally Jackson and Marya Hendriks should move into 300 fox way, but that's just me..🫣

[mercurytomato]

300 FOX WAY

Sharing with you my final arts for The Raven Boys project !

First of all - the house of infinity number of women. And i love each one of them.

[sufferthesea]

Flash Fiction Friday #3 - The Raven Cycle

Word: Dendriform. “Branching out or shaped like a tree.” 

It was amazing how the nervous system looked so similar to the splaying fingers of tree roots underneath the soil. How they reached out, branching off one another, creating little tributaries of veins and capillaries, the same way that roots came together and split off from one another in search of water and nutrients. 

It was also amazing how trees also had hearts at the center of their trunks, just like people. Not real hearts, not beating hearts. But heartwood. Darker, aromatic, and dead. It was strange that the heart of a tree was dead, but that’s what gave it structure, kept it resistant to decay and disease, kept it standing. Sapwood is what provided the water and nutrients from the roots up to the branches. Soft and pliable and wet. And prone to diseases. 

Perhaps that was why Artemus was like that, why Blue was like that. Artemus, locked away in a pantry, hiding from the world, frightened of everything. Hundreds of years living in the dead center of a tree, safe from the dangers of the outside world, then yanked out to mingle with humans, then sent away to worship a false god in a cave far from any living thing. Artemus, not human, not tree, but something in between. Something that can change its skin and walk through tree trunks and commune with the stars. Something more. 

And Blue, so full of passion and fire, with a cement casing around her heart because she’d seen how her mother had hurt, and the battle wounds of being mocked and ridiculed and harassed and ostracized. Blue, who loved her beech tree and her mother and the women of 300 Fox Way and the world she would never get to explore. Blue, who fought tooth and nail against Aglionby Academy, who cursed at the raven boys, who wanted so desperately to be anything other than what they thought she was, what she thought she was, what the cards thought she was. Blue, who loved and hated the same people with the same amount of effort. Who dreamed of the stars and the roots below the earth and the expanse of the world shrinking down, down, down until she could hold it in her hands, and her tears collecting like raindrops on her fingertips, and her headstrong threats turning to regret on her lips, and the anger turning to confusion turning to desperation turning to love turning to hope. Like trees keeping their roots tucked away into the soil, anchoring themselves against whatever may come, but stretching their branches far up into the skies, wishing their leaves could touch clouds, hoping to grasp onto stars. Hoping against hope, against logic, against sensibility. 

Blue was of the trees. Artemus was of the trees. The biology textbooks seemed to prove that with every illustration of the nervous system. Every picture of the human body stripped of skin and muscle and bone, leaving the dendriform nerves. A reminder of where Blue had come from, a promise of where she could return. A secret that she kept tucked against her heart when she sat among the twisting roots of the beech tree and felt its cool bark under her palms and listened to the leaves whisper secrets to her. 

Home, home, home.

[nibblette]

Persephone and the rest of the 300 Fox Way women