#I'm sorry if it's also garbage

[sophieswundergarten]

So. Everyone who yelled at me yesterday for making a ramble on Reynie going blank and then not resolving it, this is for you: (@lemondropletters, you have been tagged)

Also, it's in a Google Doc because it was definitely too long for a Tumblr post, and ~~I don't know how AO3 works~~

The (vague) premise is that, instead of Constance seeing Curtain's broadcast, they all get to the compound mentally sound, but once there, they split up to look for Mr. Benedict, and instead Reynie finds Curtain. This is the wrap up of what would have happened in the last episode.

[unhingedpirates]

I'm here

I'm queer ✨

I've been waiting for news of season 2 for more than a fucking year

🤡

[redwylde]

Forcing my two ultimate faves to interact by thinking about how Silver would definitely be interested in biology and the natural sciences because many original ecosystems wouldn't have been able to survive in a world dominated by fire.

In the future he was very interested in history and had to rely on books to learn about anything that came before, but whilst visiting the past he explores and follows field guides in his free time because now he can experience it all for real. Enter Knuckles, who is the most qualified person he knows to teach Silver all about the unique biomes of the world.

At first it just starts out as Silver visiting Angel Island every so often to ask questions and compare notes in his field guide with what Knuckles has seen, which Knuckles enjoys. An excuse to talk about his adventures with a genuinely interested party and they end up bonding really quickly over it. Until Knuckles gets tired of talking about books (and not all of them are correct) so he says fuck it, you can't learn everything from a book and starts taking Silver on forays into the world and shows him everything he dreams to see - ruins reclaimed by nature, entire ecosystems existing on a single type of tree, underwater worlds hidden by algae and sediment.

[lethargiclitany]

obviously the best headcanon for george's relationship with thomas when he grows up is the one where george is also gay and he looks to thomas for advice/community/understanding/etc. be it in person (he can move to the us) or through mail

BUT consider the second best, and debatably funniest, headcanon for their relationship in the future: which is basically the bertie & his gay cousin dynamic. like, george is straight and marries a nice girl and everything, but he's a sensitive, kind person, who doesn't treat thomas' sexuality the way robert did (with tolerance but irresponsibility and disregard for thomas' feelings and privacy) or thomas' ex-coworkers (poking fun, using it against him, outing him left and right, not understanding how hard it is for him, etc.). instead, he explains to his wife that the reason why he still keeps in touch with his once servant, is that thomas was the one who spent the most time with him throughout his childhood, allowing him and his siblings to ride on his back for hours at a time while his mother was supervising the estate and going out, often out of town, other adults not being much less busy, and the endless stream of nannies not being very interested in playtime. he waxes poetic about how kind thomas' smile was, and how he was the only adult who was never, ever annoyed at them, not even slightly, who seemingly always had time for them despite his many duties, who has never spoken a single ill word or made an irritated sigh towards them out of tiredness. how, one day, thomas left for good, and he asked his mother why would thomas choose to leave downton when they had so much fun playing together, and his mother said "because he found a person who would make him really happy, and that person lives in america, so they left to be happy there, together". how he taught himself how to write so that he could write to thomas in america, to ask him what was so good about that person, and then what was so good about america, and then what was thomas doing exactly, and then they just kept in touch. thomas never revealed the identity or gender of that person, not even when george discovered that you could fall in love with girls, and started to ask thomas for advice (he would never give his sisters that ammo), since apparently he was so in love with some girl that he moved across the ocean for her. thomas gave him some great advice, although george did find it a bit, well, vaporous at the time. at some point, george discovers gay people (insert your favourite scenario here), and has his hmmm moment, after which he puts all of his writing skills into the effort of helping thomas put his trust in him in regards to his sexuality and choice of partner. having perfected the art of discussing thomas' private life in their letters, he tells his wife (obviously with thomas' consent) about the amazing home that they have built together and about their role in their local community and about how amazing and brave thomas is to have lived through what he did and come out on the other side of it as such a considerate, emotionally developed person, and how much he admires thomas and treasures their correspondence as a genuinely important interpersonal connection in his life, and will never allow anyone who wants to stay in his good graces to disrespect thomas.

TLDR; george & thomas = bertie & his cousin, allyship headcanon 4lyfe

[sharkylass]

WAIT MAYBE IM JUST MISINTERPRETING IT BUT. DO YOU SPEAK SPANISH??? HISPANIC ISAT FAN??????(Sorry)

(No, I actually don't speak spanish nor am I hispanic- It's the one language I'd love to learn though!!)

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

one of the reasons i object to the random assignation of words like "mythology" and "folklore" to some medieval literature (and by random i mean interchangeably and with no real consideration of what they mean) is that when you look at what gets called mythology and what gets acknowledged as literature, it's very othering, it's very noticeable that english and french material generally gets to be literature* and lit in celtic languages is folklore, and it often obscures the actual historical context of that material. in particular it obscures the literate, learned institutions that produced that literature whether courtly or ecclesiastical in favour of attributing it to some nebulous voice of the people that ignores the complex web of influences and powers that shaped those stories

if chaucer isn't folklore then a fourteenth century irish text isn't either. if shakespeare isn't folklore then a sixteenth century irish text isn't either. etc etc. the anonymity of the author does not make it any less a self consciously literary production within a learned environment with influences from classical and contemporary literature written to support political aims or to respond to contemporary events

folklore exists, and is not these texts (it does a disservice to folklore and folklorists to assume you can approach them in the same way methodologically tbh!). mythology exists, and is a difficult-to-discern thread that runs through some of these texts (i find the dindsenchas elements particularly convincing as mythological, but otherwise it's hard to identify what's what, particularly when authors are making classical allusions all the time). but what the majority of these texts are, at face value, is literature. the way that they get othered and made out to be somehow more primitive and magical just bc they're in celtic languages and (usually) anonymous really pisses me off

*arthurian material is the exception but this usually relies on some vague notion of celtic origins so it's actually the same phenomenon wearing a different hat

[celtrist]

Why does Vassago already have merch, we haven't even met him yet

[oopsallmabari]

....why are the youtube comments so mad lol don't y'all like to have fun. don't we like to have fun here

[muirmarie]

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[nodirectionhome-ao3]

Elon Musk and Vivek Ramaswamy in the cabinet ahahahahahahahahahhahaha I am going to walk into the ocean!!!!

[monstersandmaw]

I forgot we get a slutty costume change from our Dream Visitor in Act Two. Thicc eldritch tiefling daddy gets to show us his tits and his thighs.

Noice

[irritablepoe]

You know what's fucking stupid? The little mean voice inside my head that tells me being in a fandom is childish and "aren't you too old for that" and "aren't you feeling ridiculous caring (and projecting) so much for/onto fictional characters" bc literally no MUM, I'm in fact just doing what I love and it's cruel that I feel ridiculous to this day that I'm building up my personality through fictional characters bc I never knew who I really was and fandoms are giving me the opportunity to explore that. Yes ofc that's not "normal" or whatever but is it really that bad? Like I'm feeling better through that, it's giving me motivation to do things. So yeah... Thanks.. another reason I have to unlearn shame I suppose.

[sophieswundergarten]

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[thinking-emoji]

the one good thing about my spotify wrapped being warped by me forgetting to turn off auto playlists is that there is only one man in my top 10 and that man is george michael

[claire-starsword]

Bloodline of the Sacred Dragons - Chapter 3-10 & 3-11

[Warning for a lot of sexism and male friends deceiving women for condescending reasons. Yeah. Sorry we come back off hiatus for this. It's part of the reason there was an hiatus to begin with.]

Three days later, the ship prepared by Arthur awaited patiently for Bleu's group to board it.

"It looks really small, for a ship meant to cross between continents," Karin mumbled as she looked at the vessel in front of her.

"It's the one Arthur's team picked. There's nothing wrong about it." Bleu paused before continuing. "Well then, I'm going to give the governor my farewells, so you and Karna go ahead and board. Tyrin and the others should be coming soon. After all, if you're early you get to pick the best rooms."

Bleu pushed them inside, and then hurried off. His behavior wasn't convincing. But, Karin couldn't realize right away what was off.

"Let's go, Karna."

Calling out to the girl, she headed to the ship she was pointed to.

"Alright," Karna answered happily, and boarded after Karin. In the end, she had hardened her resolve to cross to Parmecia with the group. Her feelings against leaving them were stronger right now than her wish to seek out Gong and become his disciple.

And thus, the ship departed with the two onboard.

Only once the sun had gone down did Camallia managed to yell at Bleu for it.

She had been told that they would only depart the next day, and had realized that the two girls were missing.

Bleu was in the same room as Tyrin.

"Was it you who planned to deceive them like this? Or did Tyrin put it in your head?"

Her breathing was ragged with fury.

"I had no choice. I knew that there was no way they'd stay quietly in Rune. Even so, I don't want to bring them to Parmecia."

Camallia could understand the reason, but couldn't stand the method.

"You look down on them. Besides, would those two even give up just from something like this?"

"It's fine. Even if they turn around after reaching Waral, we'll have already departed to Parmecia by then," Tyrin answered, putting on the airs of a strategist.

Camallia glared at him, telling him that such assessment also underestimated them.

"Then, why are you taking Tyrin and Randolf along?" She asked Bleu. Since he struggled to answer, Tyrin opened his mouth in his place.

"I am still under orders from Master Otrant. Randolf has his own ambitions. Men look for adventure, after all. It's a burning fire only we understand. And keeping delicate ladies away from danger is a men's duty as well."

"Self serving excuses. Such an egotistical way of protecting does not really protect people."

Having said that, she gave up and left her seat.

Bleu knew very well that it hadn't been a respectable way of dealing with things. He had prepared himself for the scolding when he went with Tyrin's idea. How much did his honor even matter compared to Karin's safety?

As he swallowed down the bitter taste of the confrontation, Camallia wandered aimlessly through the harbor. Perhaps that was her way to keep her own negative feelings at bay too. Or, perhaps her flushed cheeks yearned for some fresh air…

Were those the reasons? In reality, she was carrying out a happy secret reunion in that harbor.

***11***

The following day, Bleu took the ship and departed from Uranbatol.

Besides the ship crew chosen by Earnest and Arthur, there were only Tyrin, Randolf, and Camallia with him. It was too late to let go of the two men. Both of them and the ship would be sticking around until the end, it seemed.

While the crew was full of vigor and hard at work, the absence of those bright and boisterous girls cast of a shadow over the voyage. Bleu didn't know if he could call that lonely or what.

"If you miss them, there is still time to go meet them," Camallia suggested, seeing through him.

"No, this was my decision."

"Indeed, your decision, not their decision, nor something they have agreed with."

Bleu asked what did she mean, but she promptly ignored him and moved away.

He would only learn what she meant once quite some time had already passed since their departure.

As Karin and Karna appeared in front of him, he doubted his own eyes. Tyrin and Randolf had their mouths agape in the same way. Only Camallia had a knowing smile on her face.

"Stowaways, sir," the ship captain told Bleu. They had been hiding in the boats at the deck.

"You… If you came then…" Bleu's shoulders trembled. "Camallia, you're an accomplice, aren't you?"

He turned to shout at her, while she kept a cool face.

"They braved danger by their own choice to escape their ship in the middle of sea and come back, what reason did I have to deny a request from them? I did what I had to, and guided them in secret."

Bleu stared at her with hate on his eyes as she boldly declared that. But Camallia wasn't one to be shaken by something like that.

"Do we have to go back now…?"

He whispered, and everyone rejected the idea.

"Even you two," he looked at Tyrin and Randolf, who had not reacted as he expected. Tyrin explained that if they came back, the same thing would just happen again.

"I surrender completely. Shouldn't you, sir, know better than anyone else that the result will always be this?"

Bleu couldn't answer that. If he did he'd have to agree.

"Then, at least Karna…"

"Why are you singling me out?" She was unusually stern as she stared him down. "How many times do I have to say it, it is a priest's duty to help those in need and be good. I won't be as virtuous if I abandon Sir Bleu here."

"Then, what about your goal of finding Gong?"

"Once this adventure is over, rumors should spread about a priest that traveled with a Sacred Dragon, and that will be me, of course. I'm sure they'll reach Master's ears. When that happens, maybe he'll come see me. At the very least, he should realize that I've been training seriously."

Karna stubbornly believed that.

"What should we do, do we turn back?" The captain asked with a troubled face.

Bleu had to give an answer.

"Continue on like this. To the north. Our destination is Parmecia."

Bleu told the captain like he was choking at the words.

The girls cheered. Someone's stomach suddenly growled over their voices. Karna's face became bright red. Thinking now, the reason the two had been found in the boats was because of that noise.

"Well, well, if hardtack is fine by you, shall we eat?"

Karna agreed immediately and went after him. The others followed suit.

Only Bleu and Karin remained in the room.

"I'm sorry."

She apologized earnestly without delay. With his plan beaten, Bleu mellowed out.

"Good grief, you're impossible. Always causing me trouble. I told you that you couldn't come along," he tried to explain gently.

"…Are you angry?"

"I'd be lying if I said I'm not."

At that blunt answer, Karin lowered her head.

"Why can't I come? Am I that much of a burden to you?"

"That's not it. I never said that. I'm just, worried. I don't want you to face danger, or sadness."

"Why do you think that I won't be sad if you leave me? Why do you think you won't be able of doing a single thing against the dangers that might come?"

"I don't trust myself to protect you."

Without thinking, Bleu let out his true feelings.

"So I really am a burden."

"I told you it's not like that."

"Then, try and protect me. Not your pride, but actually me. You are capable. If not, you'll stay forever the baby dragon who cried in our arms. Say, don't you need my help?"

Bleu struggled to answer for a moment.

"You're not a burden to me. But, I don't think I'll ever rely on you like that again. Children get to be just children, no matter their race, but now I'm Bleu, the Sacred Dragon." He paused. "Now, let's go join the others. For now, I won't try to drive you away anymore. I'm lucky you're being as nonchalant as Karna about this."

He took Karin's hand, and they left the room together.

Translation notes:

If the content warning didn't make it clear already I kinda hate these parts. Part of why I took an hiatus from this translation was because I wanted to write a sort of rant/midpoint review of the novel to discuss this, but the more I think about it, the more I feel I need a couple more parts first before I can fully make my point on why this one is bad. So if you disliked it too, just wait and soon we'll all get to be mad about it together.

[strangerpsychofficeparks]

Oh I forgot to mention both also rely on twerking as a source of humor because that's what the kids think is funny these days, right?