#gosh and the journal

[sapphosclown]

if i had a nickel for everytime i guessed a significant plot twist about a character purely because i thought it would be funny/make narrative sense in the last month i’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[teddybearsims]

a day at the bay ⋆⁺𖤓₊⋆ + an excerpt from Jude's journal.

Transcript of Jude’s Journal: Song lyrics: (from the song Wonderful Life by Smith & Burrows, but for story reasons Jude is writing these lyrics down as his own)

Here I go out to sea again The sunshine fills my hair And dreams hang in the air Gulls in the sky and in my blue eyes You know it feels unfair There’s magic everywhere

Jude’s notes:

Don’t Forget! - new headphones (his are starting to fry out) - crash cymbal (his recently cracked from overuse) - cat (he wants to adopt)- text stevie (this one is messily crossed out, with a doodle of an angry pac-man eating it away) 

More badly drawn doodles: A cat, birds, a swirl, and a curly arrow.  Other imagery: Dried flowers, a cutout image of a butterfly taped down. A polaroid photo of the moon reflected in the water, with the location 'Brindleton Bay' scribbled on it. 

♡♡♡

[mydearestblue]

i just finished the first thrawn book and I'M NOT OKAY

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

I've gotta start doing work on theologians whose names begin with letters that aren't A, B, and C, cause my cv is looking kinda Sesame Street-esque

[heart-wit-strength]

Fuck it. Amphibia orientated server by yours truly for those still here, where we gather and join the cult of Boonchuy show some love for the beloved frog show <3

Feel welcomed to join!

[petratherrock]

Now that I ended up reading the whole thing, damnit self-control, there are just more characters I want to give warm beverages and/or porridge, maybe give em their favourite books, and blankets then put them in my pocket like so

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

SHE WAS DETERMINED TO PROTECT HER MASTERPIECE

[demegod-dess]

The way the new Sonic x Shadow Generations trailer had me literally shaking I'm so. I'm just. I'm. I.

[clarythericebot]

On the friendships in Emma M. Lion

The way Emma M. Lion deals with friends is so delightful and makes me so happy. My thoughts are running around, so let me try to concretize it:

I appreciate that she has friends from her past. Her existence doesn't start at the beginning of the novel, and while portraying the growth of a relationship from conception is a valid writer choice to do to get readers very invested, I appreciate that Emma has vibrant friendships that spring from the rich life she's already lived before our own acquaintance with her begins.

She's friends with family. She's affectionate towards her older cousin, Arabella, and while there doesn't seem to be Affection with her aunt, it's pretty clear that her aunt is looking out for her. (I appreciate this because I feel like there is a strict divide between friends and family in many of the stories I read, and this one highlights that you can have fun relationships with your kin.)

The friends from her past aren't introduced all at once. Definitely keeps things from being overwhelming. But more than that--we can see how, even in their absence, her friends affect Emma. She loves and thinks fondly of them. So, by the time they're officially introduced, you love and are fond of them too.

Her past relationships grow and change. For example, Emma enters an event and encounters her childhood nemesis, who she remembers hating and who hated her. But he's grown up, and after a little bit of reluctance, Emma accepts the fact and rejoices in it.

It's very refreshing that the chemistry that Emma has with multiple male friends doesn't mean her swooning over them or the narrative pushing a romantic arc. I mean, I love romantic arcs, and I believe that we'll probably get one for Emma in the future. But it's impressive to me that whichever potential love interest actually comes forward (and it's impressive to me that I can't say with certainty which one will--as of the beginning of the third book, there's no one male character that is marked out as Emma's One True Love), nothing supercedes that they're all interesting characters that have genuine and interesting relationships with Emma, and bring out different sides of her. In other words, I love that the writer doesn't skimp on the friends part of friends to lovers.

Emma doesn't have 'a group of friends'. She has friends from different contexts in her life. Can I just say how marvelous and lovely this is? I don't know, I think modern stories romanticize One True Group of Friends almost as much as One True Love. Emma doesn't have a specific pack of people that all have relationships to one another. She's friends with her maid, her cousins, childhood people she interacted with, someone she's met in a ball, her tenant, her vicar, her schoolmates, and the people she's encountered in St Crispian's. Sometimes these people intersect. Sometimes they don't. Emma doesn't feel the need to get them together in one place and she sometimes outright states she doesn't want them to, considering how markedly different those characters are. But the fact that Emma can be friends with this fun diversity of people is very cool.

She makes friends with her friends' friends and it introduces interesting new dynamics. Like, I just said that it's cool that Emma has disparate friendships, but it is also interesting when a new friend provides insight to aspects of an old one's life Emma didn't know. (Spoiler Alert: I'm talking about Mary and Jack. The pair are fascinating, and his hints that there's something going on with Mary intrigue me.)

[rexscanonwife]

Ouuuu lrb reminds me that I stayed up way too late last night working on fics and reread an old one I had been working on that's just like...a glimpse into Brea and Rex's domestic life after Order 66 with their kids and it's still SO fucking cute I have GOT to finish it!! 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

[akaakeis]

guys im off the grind ive been saved 🙏 (no volleyball practice today)

[sailforvalinor]

We gonna talk about how he completely omitted the fact that he fought off the Family by building a machine gun out of slot machine parts, or

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

After one year, I have filled up my journal!!! Yippee!!!

[loosesodamarble]

Clara: Yeah, I think I've laid it out pretty clearly that I like Sirius. Like being positive and supportive, even when he doubts himself. Last week... Sirius: (sitting on a window sill) Do you think I could survive a fall from this height? Clara: Totally! I'll prove it to you! (shoves Sirius off the sill) Clara: I'm not shy about physical affection with him. Just yesterday... Clara: Sirius! Good to see you! (runs and hug-tackles him, causing them both to fall to the ground) Sirius: Clara... Are you, uh, *trying* to break my bones right now? Clara: And I let him know how important he is to me! Earlier that same day... Sirius: So, we're friends, right? Clara: Hm, I wouldn't say we're friends. If a friend stopped hanging out with me, I'd probably knock on their door nonstop to get their attention. If *you* stopped hanging out with me, I'd throw a brick through your window to get your attention.

Silver: ... Sis, I think you need an intervention.

[tvrningout]

deities in dórverold | ft. eyða

while exploring the ruins of a forgotten temple whose deity you cannot recognize, you come across a cluster of pages, most of which are now indecipherable. but you make out a name here and there -- eyða. you glance at a mural across from you. on the left, a goddess towers before a group of mortals in a field of green, watching after them as they walk away. the sun shines behind her and illuminates their path until the mortals cross into the dark where the grass becomes grey and the sky is void of color. knelt and waiting with an offered hand is a god. a mortal stands before him, and though the expression has been worn away with time, you get the impression that the mortal isn't afraid. they willingly walk towards their god.

there is no mistaking the goddess for anyone other than sunna, and you would have assumed the god to be endir had you not come across these pages, had not walked the halls and gazed at the face of an unknown deity. you run your fingers across the name on the pages. eyða. to destroy, to bring to nothing. who was he, and why have you never heard his name before?

later, after stumbling across a hidden compartment on your way out, you find a book. it is worn and weathered as everything else in this place, but the pages do not fall apart in your hands. what you read shocks you.

life cannot exist without death. creation and destruction often follow the other. a beginning must have an end. however our mother sunna came to be, so did our father eyða to maintain balance. we understand this to be true, and we will persist in keeping his memory alive. his tale and teachings shall not be erased, no matter the shame it may bring sunna. we may be called blasphemous or heretics, but we will not allow the truth to be forgotten: sunna slayed her brother eyða, the true god of death. sunna birthed the mortals. she gave them life, long and joyous, but eyða knew life needed to have an end. to live forever is to suffer for any who are not divine. yet his sister was blinded by her love for her children and could not bear to let them die; even as she held one of them in her arms broken and suffering, she could not bring herself to end them. she believed she could soothe them, nurse them. but eyða could not let the mortal -- or any after them -- continue to endure such agony. he showed them mercy, gifting them an end, a death. it was a kindness, but in sunna's grief and rage, she saw it as an attack. carelessly did the goddess strike out, and carelessly did she kill her brother. all through the land, sunna's grief and guilt were felt. the sun did not shine for weeks. nott and his children provided all the light they could, hanging more glittering stars in the sky than ever before. he soothed mortals with dreams of days in the sun, running through fields and swimming in warm lakes. but a melancholy swept over all mortalkind until finally, sunna brought back the sun and called back her fallen mortal. she never revived eyða, however. instead, she eventually birthed endir, a new god of death and the afterlife. we can only assume that she feared eyða's ire or felt too ashamed to face him, and now his soul will forever roam the spirit realm. may he find some peace. may he never be forgotten.

[seagullcharmer]

i NEED a new icon. i love peach but i'm dying