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nightlyteaandpaper · 1 year ago
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Please stop calling them Morally Grey, they are just dickheads
No one from the Night Court is morally grey. Their actions are horrible, the narrative justifies them.
Feyre destroys The Spring Court, leading to the destruction of the Summer Court, and the only two people who say something against this are the HLs of those courts, but even then, they don't put up much of a fight. Tarquin, after being disrespected in his home, goes to the HL's Meeting and says "Well, the Night Court were the only people who came to help," as if the High Court wasn't the reason his people were attacked. The narrative does not allow Tamlin any breathing room to make his point, right or wrong, instead, the rest of the people on page opening disregard his opinions (which is insane to me because they were his friends longer than Feyre had been alive, and they just take what Feyre says at face value.) Instead, no one speaks when Rhysand magically violates Tamlin's autonomy and shuts him up. No one spoke when Feyre and Azreal were whooping people's asses, despite the NC saying they wouldn't do it before the meeting, and the literal HL of Dawn putting wards on the room for no magic use (which, again, how were they able to use magic to attack people).
Feyre scrambled the minds and implanted thoughts in the heads of the guards in the Spring Court to destroy it and she never looked back on it for more than three seconds and went "huh, that was weird. It wasn't smart to do that because the wall is literally pressed against the Spring Court's ass..." No, everyone pats her on the back for her work. Lucien brings up briefly his discomfort being used as a pawn in Feyre's game and that she single-handedly destroyed his friendship with Tamlin, that older than Feyre had been alive, and the narrative doesn't even have her linger on that thought for more than one second. The narrative is quick to call out people who treat Feyre and the rest of the IC poorly, but never calls out them treating everyone else poorly. The narrative justifies the pimping of Feyre and her physical abuse by Rhysand (twisting her arm to make her agree to the bargain) as a necessary evil but does not extend the same grace to Tamlin, who did what he did as a necessary evil.
Trauma is understood when the person traumatized is the Night Court but never with anyone else. They constantly go back to dogpile on Tamlin, and the narrative doesn't have a single person stop and say, "Yeah, we should leave him alone." In fact, during FAS, after Rhysand tears into Tamlin, he goes back to Feyre, and she says, "You are always a bigger man" I refuse to say male. This is after Feyre writes to him and says, "Thank you for your help, I hope you find happiness too" and it is known that this man is so depressed that he is in his beast form. He does not have a kingdom anymore. Also, no one told Rhys to go to the Spring Court and harass him. One could say that the things the IC did could be from the perspective of Feyre and thus justified, but when we move to Nesta and Cassian's perspective again, nothing is challenged.
Nesta says that the only reason she hates Rhysand is because he is smug, not because of how he treats her. Nesta was threatened because she, albeit not in the kindest way, told Feyre that she was going to die in childbirth, and while Feyre said it wasn't right, there is nothing longer than a paragraph about the whole situation. It was just over as soon as it started. Nesta gets locked in the house for God knows how long (which, again, doesn't make sense because if she could get down the steps, get tired, and come back up, she should be able to make it all the way down the steps. Walking down the steps isn't what tries people out, it the coming back up because you are going against gravity) and no one thinks, "Hmm, that is exactly what Tamlin did to Feyre." They both locked someone in under the guise of protection. Cassian sees how the IC is treating Nesta, and while he tries to say something, he is always shut down.
And I will close on this. In an interview a few years ago, SJM said that Rhysand was a gift to her and that he could basically do no wrong. She also mentioned that the reason why Nesta was mad at Feyre and Rhysand was because she was jealous of their perfect life. This, my friends, is not how you write a story. This is an example of Authorial Fiat. You may say, "it's just a fantasy story" and I will say "Shut up, we know. I don't know how told tell you this, but: stories have to make sense."
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bricreative · 29 days ago
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I’m the ghost in the back of your head
(WIP)
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r0bbers02 · 6 months ago
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I'm actually so excited for the new lis game, max is one of my favorite characters not only from this franchise but in general
I'm nervous to see how they deal with the whole Chloe thing, but I'm trying to be optimistic about it
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danielpowell · 3 months ago
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If you wanna be clean You gotta scrub until the blood comes out Get the spots in between Slip your skin right off and hang it out
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scarefox · 1 year ago
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and then they married 😌
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shrikeseams · 1 year ago
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AU where the dwarves steal the silmaril+nauglamir without bloodshed (just shove it into someone's back pocket and make a run for it I guess), and when Thingol (and Beren) try to demand it back they just point out that Beren stole it in the first place, so Doriath doesn't have a leg to stand on re: lawful possession.
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saulweissberg · 6 months ago
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availability / @doctornilaybailey setting / saul's home in oak gardens, around eleven am.
saul wasn’t that much of a handy guy, but as a now single man (again) that lived alone and far away from his son that he couldn’t bribe into doing the job for him, the maintenance work often fell to him. sometimes he hired out for a big job like replacing the water heater, but when it came to things like raking leaves in the fall or cleaning out the gutters, saul had too much pride to pay someone to do it for him… except for mowing the lawn; when it came to that, saul paid his friend kate’s fourteen year old son to do the chore for him. there was no pride involved when it came to the lawn mowing! so, on that spring morning, he was the one that had to take care of the clogged gutters of his home in oak gardens. on top of the ladder, he was dropping soggy old leaves into a bag when he heard the sound of a vehicle pulling up to the curb of his home. looking over his shoulder, he saw that it was nilay that had arrived. “hi, sheyfele!” he dusted off his yard gloves and held onto the ladder as he turned slightly to face her better. “do i spy a coffee from caffélicious in your hand there? you better have brought one for me, too!”
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agentark · 6 months ago
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I genuinely feel shocked when I see how many people pick chloe over arcadia bay ngl
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brionysea · 7 days ago
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local girl realises she can write about rachel amber. watch out
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apple-of-my-pie · 2 years ago
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Something about how Wolf 359 is primarily character-driven rather than plot driven. Something about how all the villains extol the value of the ‘big picture’, the grand cosmic happenings that are more important than any people’s lives or desires. Something about the contact event mattering because of the way the characters react in the face of it. Something about an immortal alien empire reaching out to mankind for the first time by having a chat with one man alone in a room. Something about how, as aliens judge whether the human race deserves to live and a megacorporation plans world domination, the story is about a group of people stuck on a tin can together and the way they feel about their lives, the world and each other.
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pinkfey · 2 years ago
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rachel amber haters were literally like ugh i can’t believe she cheated on chloe with these two grown ass men twice her age, one of which being her violent drug dealer, the other being the guy who literally groomed drugged kidnapped and murdered her….. what a manipulative snake!!!!!
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maxthesillyy · 9 months ago
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GRGDGAAVGDGSVAGFGDGXVCGCGHSGDGSGVA anyways guys uh have you ever thought about how that ‘we dont talk about bruno’ song can be pretty much completely interchangeable between max and rachel
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incorrectthots · 7 months ago
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"cause I'm on the outside, I'm looking in I can see through you, see to the real you."
Outside -Staind
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foxofninetales · 2 years ago
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Angle of Elevation - Chapter 5
Fandom: DMBJ / The Lost Tomb Reboot
Relationships: Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling/Liu Sang, Iron Triangle
Summary: Liu Sang comes home to them a fraction at a time.
Excerpt:
Bao Haotian sat and worried about her pencils.
She wasn't worried about the first pencil. One was, after all, the minimum amount of pencil needed to be able to take notes. It was the second one that was worrying her. Was two too many? Did it look weird that she had two pencils? But what if something happened to her first pencil? Or - even better - what if someone else needed a pencil and Bao Haotian would be able to lean across and give them one?
Two tables over from her, a solidly built older woman settled into her seat. She rummaged in her bag and set a fat notebook on the table in front of her, then opened a case and arranged three pencils next to the notebook in a neat row.
Bao Haotian relaxed.
Around her, the seats were slowly filling up. It was raining, and a growing flock of folded umbrellas huddled in the corner by the classroom door. She hadn’t expected that there would be this many people here, and it comforted and stressed her in equal measure. Stress, because there being more people here meant there were more people to see if she messed up, but comfort too, because there were this many people who were like her, at least a little.
Several minutes passed, while she sat with her pencils and notebook and the minutes ticked slowly by on the clock on the wall. She counted the number of red notebooks in the room (three) and the number of blue ones (two, including her own). She counted the number of concrete blocks she could see in the wall at the head of the classroom and calculated how many must be hidden by the chalkboard. And all the while, she tried not to think about the new worry that was slowly growing, because more people were coming in a little at a time, but the seat beside her remained horribly, gapingly empty.
Read Chapter 5 on AO3
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qilingxiong · 2 years ago
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early bai choufei was the funniest character in heroes actually
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whathebrick · 1 year ago
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honestly she's just vibing (until the horrors come for her)
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