#i have had wine

[mayusteapot]

Yeah, so, fat shaming much, Montgomery? It sort of leaps out of the page, especially with the use of italics. Wasn't this one of the habits (using italics) that she later scolds Emily about? And in some book I read it was a habit of Montgomery's? Anyway, getting off topic. Who hurt you? Another thing that really bothered me in this chapter was the snobbery. Which is a characteristic of the Murrays', but yet seems to be alright when Emily has it. Her bravery in face of the huge loss is attributed to her, and I quote, "fine old ancestors". The text isn't really going into as opposed to whom this would be, but gah, it just smells off. I'm keeping an eye on you, Maud.

I did enjoy the way Emily and her family's backstory is brought to life in this chapter with her father's telling. It doesn't feel forced. She's eleven, and these things have been hard for him, so it's believable that he wouldn't have told her about it before. Maybe not for a while if there weren't the impending death situation.

Ellen is also portrayed brilliantly with her monologue. I find it really enjoyable. Like, two pages full of text and it doesn't really seem overdone!

Anyone else captured by that nickname, Winkums? I just caught myself from falling down the rabbit hole on this one too. All I saw was that there's a nursery rhyme/lubbaby which start's "Winkum winkum, shut your eyes". Couldn't find a history or etymology for the word on a quick duck-duck-going.

Talking about names and snobbery, I started thinking of if we knew where Douglas Starr's family comes from that he is so snubbed by Juliet's family. Starr seems to be very American/Canadian in origin, maybe a sign that his family came over and reinvented itself? But Byrds are apparently from England, gasp!

Since this post is all over the place anyway, I won't hesitate mentioning the weird translation point that I've always wondered about (someone also said in the tags they would like to hear such things, so be prepared, if you find this irrelevant, skip the rest of this paragraph). There are two translations of these books into Finnish. But actually there's just one translation, the other one is a "revised" version. I think that one converts the more Canadian specific terms and some expressions the original translation mistook. But IT IS ALSO AN ABRIDGED ONE!! Yes, I was so shocked and appalled that this isn't even mentioned anywhere in the books. My Finnish editions are the full text (old books I got from my mum), but even the ones you find here in libraries, are the abridged ones! ANyway. Even this original translation omits the line "May jackals sit on her grandmother’s grave!"

I was considering the vivacity of the descriptions in this chapter, of the people, and Emily's mother, and yet, most of the chapter takes place in complete darkness. There isn't even a moon outside besides the small sliver. The text doesn't mention Emily's father bringing along a light.

[doonarose]

I understand everyone wants a redo of the angry-Crowley lapel-grab and threaten-up-against-a-wall-while-Aziraphale-stares-at-his-mouth from season 1 and I am so here for it but

What if it's Aziraphale doing the angry/frustrated lapel grab and Crowley has no lapels because he's conveniently in the bare minimum - turtleneck or thin cardigan and nothing else because he's been caught on his own, unguarded at home or the bookshop or wherever - so it's just handfuls of fabric and being backed into a wall. And Crowley, just as unterrified as Aziraphale was, just as mouth-fixated, but now having tasted him, leans forward to kiss him instinctively but Aziraphale pulls back, still firmly grasping him in such strong hands, captivating him between hips and wall, but drawing back to force Crowley to lock eyes and test him, to confirm they're doing this, both of them, willingly. And then dive in and kiss him, rough and open and desperate, right back into the wall, and hands twisting in the fabric, rucking it up so there's a sliver of skin at Crowley's waist and he's tilted back and up and into him.

[cuddlyreader]

I am rewatching Bridgerton season 3 because I stupidly sought spoilers for 911 tonight and ended up anxious.

And I just have to comment on Penelope’s/Nicola’s hands. When she shakes Colin’s hand in her garden, all I can see is her tiny soft hands. They're so delicate and TINY.

[thetabbybadger]

HAPPY SILLY SUNDAY

[trekkele]

‘Everyone thinks about the roman empire at least once a day!’ If i think about the roman empire at all it’s because they have our shit and i want it back

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[lucyfishwife]

When I was in my 20s, I still called my mother "mummy", like some shit Brit old-school Jilly Cooper cliché, largely because it never occurred to me to change how I addressed her when I stopped being a child. OBVIOUSLY I never referred to her as "mummy" to third parties. She was "my mother/mum". But you don't really ever think too hard about that kind of thing, it's just family hard-wired.

Then! One day, my aunt, who is a Real Fucking Piece Of Work (also, her sister) did a whole pointed rant about ADULT WOMEN WHO CALL THEIR MOTHERS "MUMMY" HOW PATHETIC IS THAT MY GOD. Maybe 15 years ago? 20?

And now, I am unable to call my mother anything. My odd brother calls her "Mother"

My normal brother calls her "Mum"

I am incapable of either. I call her "you" or refer to her as "my mother". I mean, I love her, but she is now Nameless. And annoyingly, I love her WAY more than my awful aunt

Honestly, this is my biggest, most weird, hangup, thank you for coming to my etc etc

I love Tumblr, I get so much off my chest

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This wine tastes like pigs blood!

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[ovaryacted]

CW: pregnancy, domesticity, brief mentions of childbirth.

I’ve had some wine and I just wanna spend five minutes talking about Logan and having a baby so bear with me for a second as I speak about nonsense lmao.

Logan who gets you pregnant by surprise, not expecting it completely but taking it in stride.

Logan who’s happy he claimed you properly, and now everyone can know you belonged to him.

Logan who smirks to himself every time he takes a glance at you as your belly grows bigger every week.

Logan who brings a big palm to the underside of your belly and lifts it up to take some strain off of your body from the heavy weight, very aware of his own strength and careful not to be too harsh with you.

Logan who sways side to side with you as he does so, humming a song that he mentally associates with you. You smile as you hear it in your ear.

Logan who lets you squeeze the ever lasting fuck out of his hand when you’re giving birth to your child, trying his absolute hardest not to say the wrong thing as you curse and scream with all the strength you could muster.

Logan who’s never smiled so wide or cried so much when he heard the loud cries of your child filling the medical room.

Logan who is so afraid of cradling something so small and pure in his hands, worried about holding her incorrectly or his claws peeking out from his own anxiety. But the moment his little girl coos at him, his nervous system calms and his heartbeat slows.

For once, he knows things will be okay, so long as he has his family.

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[meirimerens]

pathologic fest day 19

"In the Darkness"

where nobody dwells but the earth herself

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[planet4546b]

daydrinking in the park in the middle of edgeworth's murder case middle of investigating the case in which edgeworth has been accussed of murder pausing to daydrink in the park on a beautiful december afternoon with his best friend who is reasonably drinking what appears to be a lovely soda clearly holding an open bottle of wine despite the fact edgeworth is currently being framed for murder middle of the afternoon drinking wine straight from the bottle wine appears to be his drink of choice despite the fact he is twenty four years old and he could be drinking a bud lite or maybe a white claw and its the middle of the afternoon and hes in a park and edgeworth is currently being framed. for murder.

[lastdivantruther]

It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you.

[upsidedownsmore]

okay okay takes from today's tennocon

first of all:

PEOPLE KNOW ME??????? LIKE ATTENDEES AS WELL AS DE????

THE WRITING TEAM RECOGNIZED ME AND BROUGHT ME TO THE STAGE TO SIGN MY HOLLOWFRAME PRINT AND THEN REBB MEGAN AND STEVE CAME OUT AND RECOGNIZED ME AND SIGNED IT TOO????

HUH?

and earlier in the day I GOT TO MEET GIANNI AND GET THIS THING SIGNED

he's such an amazing guy and HE'S SO RIGHT THEY ABSOLUTELY ARE KISSING AND THEY ARE DOING SO PASSIONATELY

AND THE ART BOOK

THE FUCKING ART BOOK

I HAVE THE ART BOOK

I OWN ONE

I'M GOING INSANE

legit this trip had been amazing with just how many amazing people I've met, from attendees to creators to DE staff I am blown away by just how positive this community is like holy hell you guys rock

I really need to sleep now but like man I wish I could like telepathically transfer all of my hype and excitement into your guys' skulls cause like words alone can't describe just how crazy this experience has been, love y'all

see you guys for the big day tomorrow :)

[bobaboob]

you ever wonder what the inciting incident was for diluc's distaste for alcohol?

what happened between the teenager who set kaeya as lookout while he stole them a bottle of wine from crepus and the adult man who never touches it despite being a winery owner and tycoon?

did it start after crepus died, when he presumably took over for him at angel's share? when he served patrons at night, did he see for the first time what it does to people who consume it without restraint? when he sees his father's wine used as a friend, lover, and executioner?

or did it start when he saw how kaeya uses it, burying his pain and grief, while his brother is forced to watch? is it just another obstacle between them as kaeya drinks to forget? as he sends his little brother home in a daze, so drunk he calls him D by mistake?

or did he once drink to forget himself, with a cold bottle on a lifeless, frozen mountain? did he crave the numbness of not feeling at all, the world reduced to white noise? did he wake up half-dead in the snow, not knowing whether he was alive or not and realizing he didn't care?

there's so much unanswered about the sudden switch from his attitude as a child about alcohol to as an adult and i have a feeling it's because diluc associates it with grief. the taste of it, to him, is a face he cannot remember anymore, the features blurry with age, and a time he wishes he could forget, etched in blood.

[dread-and-despair-dyke]

i wish we all lived in a big apartment complex together so we cld all knock on eachothers doors sometimes or hear the other ppl shuffling around and sometimes we wld see eachother out on the balcony like smoking or whatever else . and sometimes we cld hang out or get drunk together. u know