#i should read more books again

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[queenlucythevaliant]

harder than you think

i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.

iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.

iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.

v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”

vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.

vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.

viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.

ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.

x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.

xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”

xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”

xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”

xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”

xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.

xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”

xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”

[ash-and-starlight]

thank you @mafaldinablabla for the tag!! the game is to share 9 of my favourite books from the last 12 months, or 9 books on my tbr list for this year.

Here is what i’m looking forward to read this year! (my hunt for beautiful covers never ends. in this house books Shall be judged by their cover)

tagging uhh @erisenyo, @chitsangenthusiast, @ranilla-bean, @poikilotherm, @kyoshialone and whoever else wants to do it u.u

[basimsenkidu]

We made it. Found our happy ending. Who would have think?

[atlantic-riona]

sorry not sorry but some of y'all need to remember that you're reading children's literature

[the---hermit]

Not me adding annotations to a book to make it more accessible for my mom when she will read it

[steakout-05]

queer people will think they have a strong identity set in stone based on their past experiences and feelings and then years later have its entire foundation blasted away as soon as they think about it from a different perspective for a minimum of 5 seconds and then start questioning their entire identity again

it's me. i'm queer people. i think i just realised my identity as a demiromantic person is actually demi-queerplatonic or even some sort of demi-alterous thing instead and what i felt before wasn't actually romance and now i'm really confused about it. chat wtf is going on

[llitchilitchi]

been reading the Alexander Trilogy and kept making fun of Hephaistion for being so thoroughly whipped for Alexander but then actually decided to draw him all bright and a little sweaty after exercise and yeah, yeah I see the vision

(referenced these ivory sculptures for the face reference, this would be when he's maybe 18-ish, presumably before exile)

[moon-buggg]

Klara and the Sun is a novel about a solar powered companion android who sees the sun as a god figure- the sun nurtures her, keeps her living, and in return she starts to almost pray to it. I had to read this novel for a college class specifically about androids in fiction and like. The concept of humanity. It was a really fun class for me, for obvious reasons. And I wrote my final paper of the class on this story and Klaras vision of her own humanity versus how the humans around her see her

Anyways. Dca au where the boys are solar powered companion driods and they have a really complex relationship with the sun and moon respectively, as well as a complicated relationship with their own sentience. I won't go into an analysis of Klara and the Sun here, because it's genuinely a really good book and I think if you're following me you'd probably enjoy it and i cant analyze it without spoiling a major twist, but I think there's a lot that you could do with this concept. PLUS it would give me an excuse to make some cutesy dca designs....

[lalaloobzy]

Do gay people even know about Birdy?

Once every couple months I remember these dudes and they take over my whole mind

I am BEGGING people to read or watch Birdy

I'm in love with queercoded old fiction. And these pictures don't even begin to show how queer it is. Not to mention it's one of the best portrayals of complex PTSD I've ever seen

There's a part where Birdy gets 2 birds specifically with the intention of having them mate and have babies and he names them Birdie and Alfonso after Al and himself. HELLO????

[sleep-escapes-me]

getting the urge to write beauty and the beast imodna where laudna is more of a cosmic-type horror and is unable to speak so the two of them communicate through letters and little notes sent throughout the castle. Maybe Imogen has her mind powers or she learns of them because of this situation idk yet.

I just really want Fearne to be a piece of furniture and she fucking hates it so much she increasingly tries to meddle with their relationship to get them together. and on the flipside my boy pâté is just absolutely living for the strangeness of this whole thing and not really understanding what’s going on. FCG is also furniture and is having an existential crisis

and instead of having a Gaston-type, it’s liliana coming back to "save" her daughter after hearing about the moster that's taken imogen prisoner even though she abandoned their family a few years before. and then there’s a whole angsty thing with her and relvin of course

maybe the castle is Delilah's and she's the one who cast the curse or she herself is the “rose countdown” ie if Laudna doesn’t expel her somehow then she takes over forever idk

[iris-drawing-stuff]

Just Shidou

[charbroiledchicken]

unfortunately, recent studies have shown that users (me) actually have to post things on their blog (actual content not just ominous shitposts with no tags) to get more followers. the public (me) are not happy with the results.

[why-the-heck-not]

21.11.22, monday

always a mindfuck when you go outside and it has snowed about 10cm since u last stepped out, and it’s suddenly very “middle of the winter” and even tho u knew it was coming, you did not mentally nor physically prepare for it. So now you’re there with no scarf, no hat, useless gloves, leather jacket, and a very confused sleep schedule. And it’s never “ah it’s winter soon” oh no. It’s sunshine and then *WHOOMP* winter started overnight didn’t u get the memo???