#books 18 and 17

[breekitty17]

Spoiler for books 18 and 17

Kitty moved the Cat Kingdom and Jungle Empire from the Kingdom's Smp main island, in 17 and 18.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh noooo or whatever

bonus aka The Real Motive Behind This:

SURPRISE double bonus. textless ver of the first pic under the cut

[amarguerite]

honestly I think there's a huge generation of readers who read 'the song of the lioness' at an impressionable age and it rewired their brains

[thunderbottle]

boyfailure and girlsuccess (book version)

[dykeofmisfortune]

doing this thing i call "reading every class high school lit book i missed out on" partially because as an english minor i feel like a lot of ppl in my english lectures have already read these books in higschool partially because high school english classes suck balls and i think the way they taught kids to read books was lame and dumb as hell and killed love for reading and i think some of these books they make kids read should never be experienced in a classroom setting

[aardvaark]

im so glad that we never get a clear picture of sophie’s background in leverage & i hope we never do. however i also really like making up various, often conflicting backstories for her in my head. perhaps they’re all backstories for an alias of hers, ones she laid to rest back in season two.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to study English literature A-level in an all girls sixth form with a young teacher then just know that once (and this is a few years ago now) my teacher played the “If the men find out we can shapeshift they’re going to tell the Church!!” video and then asked us what about the video we could apply to studying The Handmaid’s Tale

[bayetea]

I'm a strong "percy would get a job in education/outreach to underprivileged kids in the future" truther but I don't necessarily agree with people who say that him taking on marine biology as a college major doesn't make sense at all

"why would he study marine biology he can already work with sea animals to his heart's desire" I don't know maybe because he wants to get paid???????? he wants a normal job???? percy grew up poor and unsafe. why is it weird that he craves stability with a career that enables him to do something that he loves? or maybe he wants to go into the system and help bring about lasting reform that will actually improve care for sea creatures??? yes he can save sea animals on his own time but think about it. is it better to abandon his life in the middle of the night to go help a trapped sea creature Every Single Time it happens or is it better to enter the system and make it so that capitalists stop polluting water or disturbing sea ecosystems for profit. his powers as a son of poseidon are a band-aid not a lasting solution to systemic environmental neglect and decay. he has an established precedent of caring for bringing about systemic change (see: turning down immortality) and for me this is no different (I just personally headcanon him wanting to bring change for disadvantaged kids but whatever)

to me this logic is like telling an exceptional artist that there's no point in going to art school to become a professional when they can already just do art on their own time for fun. like yeah....... if you're content with doing that as just a hobby. but what if you want to become an even better artist and learn new skills. what if you want to do it as a job that pays you and gives you health insurance and social security. then what

for me the main logistical issue of him majoring in marine biology has never been that he would never do that it's that the intersection of new rome college accreditation to the Actual Real world isn't all that clear/logistically sound. like I guess the mist can handle anything but what impact is new rome going to be able to have on the realm of mortals. this would be a nice thing to discuss actually (more in tags)

[damthosefandoms]

thinking about how bob sheldon never heard “no” in his life and all he wanted was for someone to say it to him, but when they did, he couldn’t process it, because he’s never had consequences in his life. he couldn’t stop because he’s never had to and he doesn’t know how to. he just takes everything too far until he digs a hole he can’t get himself out of (would he have changed if johnny hadn’t killed him? if pony had drowned that night? what wound he have done? what would it take for him to realize what he’s done?)

also thinking about how he yelled at cherry during the break up scene in the musical, how he wasn’t just annoyed, he was angry and how scary it must’ve been for her in the moment, and how she and marcia ditched him and his guys because they were drinking and how in the book version she refused to get in the car with him at the drive in but eventually did anyway, and how book cherry was so stuck on how much bob drank “but when he was sober he was so good to me” and what that sounds like if you think about it too much.

[alaskan-wallflower]

so like…how old is paul in the musical? i think he’s eighteen since him and marcia are confirmed to be the same age by the cast (someone said the cast said that marcia and paul dated in eighth grade) so like..he’s still in high school? or like…freshly graduated?

to me he’s always been 19 at the youngest since in the book paul was confirmed to have been best friends with darry for a long time but he could be a year younger…idk, i’ve always thought paul was the same age as darry but im confused now

[adriles]

due to the disrespect i have seen inflicted on the "Deceased" patroclus son of Menoetius’s corpse i have decided to Attack and Maim .

[nutmeggery]

I've said it before and I'll say it again. The fact that some of you read The Vampire Chronicles in middle school is wild! These books ain't middle-grade or even YA

[thefinestbrandofeefa]

momma thinks im smoking hash but im just scrolling thru gay shit on my dash

[indigosabyss]

Nanbaka Ficlet: Dystopia (itching to do a nanbaka one so here)

Musashi liked to read.

Jyugo didn't really understand the urge to do things like other people did. And asking them to explain only led to confusion on their part, so he had given up asking in favor of just noting whichever meaningless pastime kept his cellmate of the moment sane.

In this German prison, it was Musashi. And Musashi liked to read.

He didn't like that Jyugo wandered off from his cell when the guard shift wasn't about - Jyugo sometimes wondered if that meant he liked walks or moving about, but never came to a conclusion on that - but the man also didn't like snitches, so he kept this fact from the guards.

Jyugo understood that people valued exchanges, so in return, he went to the library and grabbed a few books to bring back.

"You really shouldn't be doing that." The older teen sighed when he saw Jyugo's loot, "They'll notice something's missing."

"Why would they care, though? We're meant to be reading them, aren't we?" He'd thought that the books for the inmates.

Musashi looked at him with that strange look in his eyes, the same that everyone did when Jyugo said something strange. He didn't explain, but he also didn't ignore the question, "It's- it's complicated to explain how property works in here."

Jyugo didn't get why people thought he didn't understand how things worked 'in here'. He had been in prisons for as long as he could remember, and none of them functioned much differently from the others.

"Ah, I never got to finish this one!" Musashi held up on of the books from the pile, before continuing to rifle through them, "And look, this one's a dystopia! They were super popular for a minute."

"A... dystopia?" Jyugo asked, because Musashi seemed to be waiting for a response.

"Yeah." He agreed, elaborating further, "It's a genre of book. Where society has turned into a high-control environment and it's up to the people to put their lives on the line to overthrow their oppressors."

"Why?"

Musashi shrugged, "Reasons change depending on the book, and the premise behind the injustice can get goofy at times, but in the end it all boils down to freedom, I'd say."

Jyugo sank down to the ground, looking idly at the barred window, "Why's that so important? I don't get it."

"You'd understand if you read them. Or, well, one of the good dystopias, at least." Musashi settled on saying.

Jyugo's head leaned back, and the collar around his neck clanked against the wall before he could fully rest his head on it, "I don't get reading either. You're just looking at symbols and hallucinating."

Silence fell between them, and it was clear Jyugo had said something wrong again.

"... I can teach you to read, if you want." Musashi settled on saying.

Jyugo didn't really have any feelings on the matter. But Musashi seemed to want him to agree, and he didn't really have anything better to do, so he shrugged, "Sure."

[nenoname]

people taking stan's "pushing 70" line to heart and not realising that he's in his early 60s at most...

[stromuprisahat]

Ravkan trivia

Siege and Storm- Chapter 15

Royal hunts

The formal Ravkan hunt forbade the use of firearms, but I noticed that several of the servants had rifles on their backs, just in case the animals proved to be too much for their noble masters.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 16

Royal Chapel

The chapel was the only remaining building of a monastery that had once stood atop Os Alta, and it was said to be where the first Kings of Ravka had been crowned. Compared to the other structures on the palace grounds, it was a humble building, with whitewashed walls and a single bright blue dome. It was empty and looked like it could use a good cleaning. The pews were covered in dust, and there were pigeons roosting in the eaves. ... We didn’t waste much time in the vestry. The few books on its shelves were a disappointment, just a bunch of old hymnals with crumbling, yellowed pages. The only thing of real interest in the chapel was the massive triptych behind the altar. A riot of color, its three huge panels showed thirteen saints with benevolent faces. I recognized some of them from the Istorii Sankt’ya: Lizabeta with her bloody roses, Petyr with his still-burning arrows. And there was Sankt Ilya with his collar and fetters and broken chains. “No animals,” Mal observed. “From what I’ve seen, he’s never pictured with the amplifiers, just with the chains. Except in the Istorii Sankt’ya.” I just didn’t know why. Most of the triptych was in fairly good condition, but Ilya’s panel had sustained bad water damage. The Saints’ faces were barely visible under the mold, and the damp smell of mildew was nearly overpowering.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 17

Ravkan-Fjerdan wars

“We took back most of this territory in the last campaign,” he said, pointing to Ravka’s northern border with Fjerda. “It’s dense forest, almost impossible to cross when the rivers aren’t frozen, and all the access roads have been blockaded.”

Os Alta

The city had an ancient system of warning bells to alert the palace when an enemy was in sight.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 18

upper town of Os Alta

The Gritski mansion was in the canal district, considered the least fashionable part of the upper town because of its proximity to the bridge and the rabble across it. It was a lavish little building, bordered by a war memorial on one side and the gardens of the Convent of Sankta Lizabeta on the other.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 19

the festival of Belyanoch in Saint Petersburg Os Alta

The days grew longer. The sun stayed close beneath the horizon, and the festival of Belyanoch began in Os Alta. Even at midnight, the skies were never truly dark, and despite the fear of war and the looming threat of the Fold, the city celebrated the endless hours of twilight. In the upper town, the evenings were crowded with operas, masques, and lavish ballets. Over the bridge, raucous horse races and outdoor dances shook the streets of the lower town. An endless stream of pleasure boats bobbed through the canal, and beneath the glimmering dusk, the slow-moving water circled the capital like a jeweled bangle, alight with lanterns hung from a thousand prows. The heat had relented slightly.

Os Alta from above

I gathered my courage and looked down. The rolling grounds of the Grand Palace stretched out below us, crosscut by white gravel paths. I saw the roof of the Grisha greenhouse, the perfect circle of the double eagle fountain, the golden glint of the palace gates. Then we were soaring over the mansions and long, straight boulevards of the upper town. The streets were full of people celebrating Belyanoch. I saw jugglers and stiltwalkers on Gersky Prospect, dancers twirling on a lit stage in one of the parks. Music floated up from the boats on the canal.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 21

Os Alta's lower town

I crossed the canal, the little boats bobbing in the water below. From somewhere beneath the bridge, I heard the wheeze of an accordion. I floated past the guard gate and into the narrow streets and clutter of the market town. It seemed even more crowded than it had before. People hung off stoops and overflowed from porches. Some played cards on makeshift tables made of boxes. Others slept propped up against each other. A couple swayed slowly on a tavern porch to music only they could hear. When I came to the city walls ...

the tent city of Sun Saint's fanatics by dawn

The tent city had grown. There were hundreds of people camped outside the walls, maybe thousands. The pilgrims weren’t hard to find—I was surprised to see how their numbers had increased. They crowded near a large white tent, all facing east, awaiting the early sunrise. The sound began as a swell of rustling whispers that fluttered on the air like the wings of birds and grew to a low hum as the sun peered over the horizon and lit the sky pale blue. Only then did I begin to make out the words. Sankta. Sankta Alina. Sankta. Sankta Alina. The pilgrims watched the growing dawn, and I watched them, unable to look away from their hope, their expectation. Their faces were exultant, and as the first rays of sun broke over them, some began to weep. The hum rose and multiplied, cresting and falling, building to a wail that raised the hair on my arms. It was a creek overflowing its banks, a hive of bees shaken from a tree. Sankta. Sankta Alina. Daughter of Ravka.