the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
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I feel like it’s probably been said before but honestly it was iconic of Andrew to say he wouldn’t wish Neil on anyone but a mortician, that’s some ‘til death do us part ass bullshit just aggressive and emotionally stunted
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Your art is like honey and marshmallows. It makes me feel so giddy! I love it! If you don’t mind can you do desert duo?
can we still be friends?
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one thing that i've noticed and begun to seriously appreciate upon rereading the watch novels is --
sam and sybil are not in love when they get married.
they like each other, but they aren't in love. and i think this is why sybil seems to be kind of in the background of men at arms and feet of clay, like, sure, she's his wife and he appreciates her and cares for her but he doesn't love her -- yet.
and i think it's the knitting moment at the end of jingo when it happens to him. like that john green quote about how you fall in love slowly and then all at once? i think the moment when he comes home and she's been trying to knit him socks but she's no good at knitting and so it ends up being a scarf instead of socks -- i think that's the "all at once".
and then after jingo, suddenly sybil matters more to him, appears more in his thoughts, he's so proud of her in the fifth elephant for everything she does (she is such a badass in the fifth elephant), and it's the cigar case she gave him that is what he longs for amd desperately needs to hold onto in night watch, the memory of her. she's much more important to him and his perspective in the later watch books, and yes the doylist interpretation is that sir terry developed the relationship more as he grew as a writer because he didn't feel like he was very good at writing romance, but i like the watsonian interpretation --
that sam vimes was not in love with sybil ramkin when he married her, but instead fell madly in love with her along the way.
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I love how in tumblr nobody judges you and everything is a normal topic. I can't say anything to my friends, but here I can openly admit I want to be fucked nonsense by a monster with a huge cock, buried deep inside me, impregnate me with his cum and then cuddle ufterwards. Yeah, like it's a normal conversation.
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