#finish babel

[rudestmechanical]

i want to read at least one book a day for the rest of november so i can read just christmassy / winter-y books in december. let’s do this lads

[weevmo]

Some really rough expression sheets I did for fun today! They're really coming along - it's almost like we're professionals hah

Hey! Dahlia has a last name finally! Do you like the logo?

[questwithambition]

Every Sunday I have breakfast in bed and read for at least an hour, and it’s something I look forward to every week

[roychewtoy]

[fangirleaconmigo]

In my mind palace/alternate history to the alternate history, Robin goes home with Ramy.

He travels with him all the way to India just to meet his family, to enjoy their hospitality, and to explore Ramy's home through his eyes. It is joy, because they never imagined that this luxury would be afforded them. Freedom. Solitude together.

Escape from Oxford doesn't exactly change their relationship, but it somehow magnifies it. For all that they know about each other, there are parts they can never quite see clearly, living in a city where Ramy is always performing, and Robin is always hiding.

Mischief, stubbornness, native tongues, old songs, memories, irreverence, childhood passions they laugh to remember, it all bubbles to the surface.

It is the first time Robin understands the word home in a very long time. The lightning and thunder between them rumbles. It transforms. It explodes into fireworks that Robin can hold in his hands, for just a moment.

In a quiet moment under a banyan tree, Robin scoots close to Ramy and says softly, without looking at him, "If I ever lost you, I don't think I could go on".

Ramy says gently, fondly, "There's no need to be morose, Birdie, we are young and free, which means that we are immortal," and he slings his arm around Robin's shoulders.

Robin wiggles closer, against his warmth, and insists that he means it. He can't say what he means, but inside he knows that he has lost so much, he truly thinks that his soul is too damaged, he wouldn't be able to weather it. Ramy is the embodiment of love, the very definition. He is home. He doesn't say it, though. He sits tongue tied. Ramy was always the brave one, not him.

Ramy looks at him quizzically for a moment. Then he promises with a gallant grin that even if he ever dies, he won't leave. He will haunt Robin in his dreams. They laugh, and somehow Robin is reassured. And then after a moment of peaceful silence, Ramy leans over and kisses him.

Brave Ramy.

Beautiful Ramy.

It is Robin's first kiss. Ramy's too. It doesn't matter that it is wobbly and awkward. It is soft and warm and it is love.

[indelibleevidence]

Babel by RF Kuang should be mandatory reading for every white person. It's an uncomfortable read, especially if you're English, but it drives home so many points that our sanitised history lessons completely fail to acknowledge.

[loucygoosey]

My brain chemistry was severely altered and I’ll never be the same

[squiidiink]

Ramy dead in a glue trap

[burstfoot]

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[13reasonstoeatthatcake]

I really want to know how Lilith Sorrengail feels about trying her best to get her youngest daughter away from whatever it was that her dad supposedly found in the Archives after Brennan 'died', just to get said daughter even more involved with the tyrrish rebellion two: electric boogaloo.

[ohwarnette]

And Robin found it incredible, how this country, whose citizens prided themselves so much on being better than the rest of the world, could not make it through an afternoon tea without borrowed goods.

[allaroundadecentperson]

Im currently reading Babel by R.F. Kuang and woaj woe wowza goahj gosh Robin . . Robin I love you and support your actions.

[mamonado]

Bros

[iamabigbox]

Went into Babel with only the knowledge that it was dark academia (which is incredibly ironic that that is how people market it) and when I tell you I’m currently going through stages of grief I didn’t even know existed.

[sercphs-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀No the horn DOESN'T hurt, so quit trying to poke the stub.

[jewishrizahawkeye]

so i was going through my old thread on quotes from me and my friend watching fmab and here are some of the standouts:

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narrator: and now al fears he was created by ed and bounded to a suit of armor to be his biddable puppet

friend: do you know how many people he’d have to convince to go along with the bit?

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me: do you think it's an hr violation for armstrong to take off his shirt when he threatens his subordinates?

friend:

friend: i think so

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friend: i saw you’re status and remembered we were doing a watch tonight

me: what’s my status?

friend: riza and roy should kiss on the mouth.

me: oh yeah… i still think that

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nina: daddy’s too busy to play with me

friend: don’t worry about me, i have all the horrible homunculi to keep me company!

me: you have no idea what’s coming

nina chimera: *appears on screen*

friend: oh no

me: yeah…

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me, talking about roy: that’s my man, going on 30 and fighting a 14 year old

—

friend after seeing white powder on the screen: oh so now they’re doing cocaine?

me: i’m going to be real with you, that probably would’ve been more productive then what they actually end up doing

friend: yeah probably

—

freezing alchemist: you fool! he’ll lead us all to ruin!

friend: can’t wait for like 45 episodes we flash back to him and find out he was right all along

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roy: what do you think of my flames now!

friend: there’s your boy

riza: when will he learn? it’s bad enough he’s useless on rainy days

friend: and there’s your girl

—

ed: winry grew up reading medical textbooks instead of picture books. she can deliver this baby

friend: i don’t think that’s how that works

—

me: but yeah, bones cut out the part where roy threatens barry for flirting with riza cause, you know, roy and riza are dating

friend: right

me: but all you need to know is barry’s in love with riza

friend: okay

me: but, aren’t we all in love with riza?

friend: i mean yeah we are

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me: see, havocs turning barry down for riza cause he knows her and roy are together

friend: yeah, i get it

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amestris official: the orders are shoot to kill.

*roy, walking very angrily ahd dramatically with coat/cape blowing in the breeze while he puts his glove on*

friend: aw man, i look so cool! i hope someone sees me!

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hawkeye: it’s a request for leave.

mustang: request granted

friend: i’ll see you back at your place.

me, laughing: my greatest pride is getting you to think they’re dating

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mustang: *shoots lust and tells her to get on her knees*

me: god, during woman’s history month?

friend: roy mustang, not an ally

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ed: i have to stretch what little we have left of your armor, al

me: does he really need all those spikes though ed?

friend: it’s so large birds don’t pick him up