#and in the book you're IN HIS MIND.

[mulderscully]

begging rwrb fans to grasp that alex is not more dominant or more suave or whatever in the movie. he's just tall and brown and you're assigning him those traits subconsciously lol

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

Of note in "Bertie Changes His Mind"- just noticed that for all Jeeves's expertise in ~the psychology of the individual~, he actually displays a failure of emotional intelligence at the beginning of the story. He's noticed that Bertie has been moody for the past few days, but attributes it to his having been sick lately, and is surprised by what he thinks is a sudden outburst. He evidently failed to notice any signs of sadness or loneliness building up to it, despite a later scene where he says Bertie's face is easy to read (in this scene Bertie's emotions are intense and pretty easily inferable from context clues, which probably helped).

I feel like this indicates that Jeeves might have trouble reading people's subtler emotions. I doubt he'd be able to derive someone's entire mental state from a minute eyebrow twitch the way that Bertie can. This would support my general theory that Jeeves uses his study of psychology as a crutch to compensate for poor social skills-- he's carefully observed and memorized the way people who are feeling a certain way will react to different stimuli, but he has to know how they're feeling first. Which might be troublesome for him, and somewhere where it would be interesting to see him and Bertie teaming up.

[bradleysass]

Inside Your Mind - word count: 708 - Regulus Black + James Potter

Regulus Black sat alone in the dimly lit library of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the cracked spines of ancient tomes. His fingers rested on the pages of a book he wasn’t reading, his gaze unfocused. He was lost—not just in the room, but within himself.

His thoughts circled like vultures, picking apart every shred of confidence he’d ever had. You’re a coward, Regulus, the voice in his head whispered. You followed him because it was easier than standing against him. You let the Dark Mark brand you like cattle because you were too weak to say no.

The self-loathing grew unbearable. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. His breathing grew ragged as frustration boiled over. Grabbing the nearest book, he hurled it across the room. The heavy tome struck the wall with a thud, dislodging a shower of dust. But it wasn’t enough. He began pulling books off the shelves, one after the other, letting them fall in chaotic heaps around him.

Why did you even bother trying? he thought bitterly. The library descended into chaos, and still, the storm inside him raged on.

A loud crash echoed as a heavy bookstand toppled over, spilling its contents. Regulus froze, his chest heaving. The destruction around him mirrored the turmoil within, but it didn’t bring relief. It only made the silence heavier.

A creak in the floorboards broke through his spiraling thoughts. He didn’t bother looking up. Probably Kreacher, come to scold him for the mess.

But the voice that followed wasn’t Kreacher’s.

“Bloody hell, Reg, what’s all this?”

Regulus turned sharply, startled. James Potter stood in the doorway, his hair as messy as ever, glasses slightly askew. His expression was a mix of concern and disbelief as he took in the chaotic scene. He stepped inside, carefully avoiding the scattered books.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus snapped, his voice hoarse and sharp, like a frayed wire.

James raised his hands in mock surrender. “Easy there. Sirius sent me. Said you’d probably try to hex him if he showed up himself, but he’s worried about you. We all are.”

“I don’t need—”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need help,” James interrupted, stepping closer. His tone was light, but his eyes were serious. “But maybe you need someone to listen. Or at least someone to stop you from destroying the entire library.”

Regulus looked away, his shoulders tense. James crouched down, picking up a book and placing it gently back on the shelf. He didn’t say anything for a while, just worked methodically, restoring a semblance of order.

The silence between them wasn’t oppressive. James had a way of filling a room without saying a word, his presence a steadying force.

“You don’t have to do this,” Regulus murmured after a long moment. “You don’t have to pretend I’m worth saving.”

James paused, looking over his shoulder. “Who said anything about pretending?”

Regulus’ throat tightened. “I’ve done things, James. Things you can’t imagine. I’ve… I’ve hurt people. How do you come back from that?”

James stood and walked over to him, his hazel eyes steady and unflinching. “One step at a time. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Hell, you don’t have to have any of them. But you’re trying, Reg. That’s what matters.”

“What if it’s not enough?” Regulus whispered, the question breaking free before he could stop it.

James didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer and, in one swift motion, pulled Regulus into a firm hug. Regulus stiffened, his arms pinned awkwardly to his sides.

“Let go,” Regulus muttered, trying to twist free. “James—”

“Not a chance,” James said, his grip unwavering. “You’re not going to fight your way out of this one, mate. Just breathe.”

Regulus squirmed, his face burning with indignation, but James held fast. Gradually, the fight drained out of him, and his rigid posture softened. His breathing slowed as he leaned, almost imperceptibly, into the embrace.

“You’re not alone,” James said quietly, his voice steady and sure. “And I’m not letting go until you believe that.”

Regulus closed his eyes, the tension in his chest easing as he allowed himself, just for a moment, to believe him.

[lunarharp]

Very important conferences.

[cctinsleybaxter]

and like. normally i think king adaptations are the horror movies most suited for fIanagan's style- i don't personally like him but he really Gets king so would be happy to see him get a handful of those properties, and wow 'carrie' is not one of them. a carrie adaptation is successful if it leaves its audience feeling very complicit and very gross, yeah let's give it to the guy who's most bent on saccharine christian monologues

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[bigmeansweatydyke]

normalize telling conservative christians that you don't give a fuck what the bible says

[bereft-of-frogs]

so the 'Qimir/the Stranger is actually [ insert high republic character here ]' theories have started to escalate, Imri was one thing, today I saw someone suggest the Stranger is Cohmac and I laughed out loud.

But also sure. The Stranger is Cohmac. XD Why tf not. Except for all the, you know, 'humans don't live that long' and 'their descriptions and official character art do not match Manny Jacinto at all' 'it doesn't actually make sense' but people keep countering that with 'energy transfer' so I guess Qimir really could be anybody.

Wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if it was Azlin Rell. Fucking Azlin. That would be SO funny if he energy-transferred himself into Qimir to live another hundred extra years, to continue being the worst. It would be so funny. Absolutely no one else would find it funny but I would personally find it absolutely hilarious if 'scenic route guy' is Qimir

[faaun]

oh my god ! haha . anyway a bit buzzed perhaps. anyway here's what happened on the date

[alexjcrowley]

Physically fighting the urge to make an edit of Eduard Limonov and Iosif Brodskij to Girl, so confusing

[hcadlesshuntcr]

I think abt Eirnin swearing vengeance on whoever put him in a mind flayer pod, taking every step with investigation and insight trying to find out just Who Done It on him. Spending the first two chapters going on and on about how he's gonna put whoever put him in pod into the ground. Making it his goal right next to getting the tadpoles out. How important it is to him this person dies.

Then finding out it's not just anybody who did in him, it's his sister. The only family he recalls. His sister, born of incest and gore, raised to believe she's nothing more than her service to Bhall, to her brother, the chosen. No time of her own to pursue love, hunts and see nature. How all that rage comes tumbling down in seconds. How he stays his hand from the one he wanted to feel it's sting the most.

[the-busy-ghost]

Warning- this is a very petty post, but I think I'm entitled to at least one petty, pissed-off reaction every time I finish a classic novel that hit harder than I expected so take this as my quota for the year.

Also spoiler warning for a book that came out over a century ago but still, I didn't know the plot going in so don't want to ruin it for anyone else, if you haven't read it shut your eyes. (Also Local Tumblr User Going Wild Over Book Published a Hundred Years Ago That Everybody Else Already Read should probably be categorised as akey part of indigenous tumblr culture at this point).

Anyway I just finished the War of the Worlds and in between studying I've thinking about Themes and Motifs as you do, and idly looking for further analysis. I then accidentally ran into an article called 'A Quiet Place II Succeeds Where the War of the Worlds Failed' and:

Now I haven't seen any of the Quiet Place films, this is not a rant against them and of course everyone is entitled to their own opinions. But re: the ending of The War of the Worlds, I have to ask, did this guy somehow miss, uh, the entire point of the book or am I just utterly insane?

[leojurand]

DATE STONE INCIDENT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

[bansheesofinisherin2022]

i met this dude on the train and we talked a bit and it was really nice but at the end he asked me for my number and like always i cannot say no, so i gave it to him. and i kinda thought that maybe that means nothing and he's genuienly looking for new people to hang out with but some of my friends say it wasn't probably platonically? and now idk what to do because he asked if we wanna hang