#no i didn't just reread this whole series shut up

[pinkrangersarah]

don't get me wrong, sahejul is great. i'm all for those forbidden romances; i go feral every single time sahed reminds julia that he will keep his promise to her, julia resolving to be a better person for herself but also for him and rainah. i lose my goddamn mind how these two can lower their defenses around each other (you guys have no idea how thrilled i was to find out that sahed wasn't another brooding bad boy, like he is but he's also a dork and i love that for him), and those tutoring sessions are killing me.

but goddammit i'm also a sucker for those doomed romances and that's what tonnyjul is. the pain of knowing that there is probably no scenario where that could end happily. either julia loses her life permanently after a year is up, or tonny dies allowing julia to live forever with the others, or even if she somehow gets out of her contract with ryishimar it wouldn't matter because there is always the possibility that julia will one day ask to leave the circus.

in spite of all the drama leading up to their current relationship status, sahejul is still somehow more wholesome than tonnyjul and that is ironically hilarious and sad.

[marronje]

Now having gotten somewhat used to the void in my chest I can finally drag all my thoughts about the epilogue into one pile

I know it may be getting old for some of you guys already, but I haven't seen some things being discussed anywhere

My problem with the ending is actually with the audience, I literally have almost no issues with how the epilogue is written, all the minor ones I have don't come from the epilogue but the previous plot building which wasn't perfect by all means.

1. People forget that this chapter isn't the Epilogue but the Epilogue pt. 2

TWO PARTS YOU KNOW

Please reread 430. You did? Now let's compare.

a) Can you see what the chapter is focused on? 430 is a lot more shallow, it focuses on facts and tries to contain all the changes at once and looks VERY rushed. Hori didn't have much time with his schedule, so of course he tried to fit all at once and nothing at all. This chapter is more about the system and facts, trying to answer the more crucial questions fans may have.

Chapter 430 has ~20 pages

431 has almost 40 (!)

b) 431 finally has time to look at the characters up close. Why there is so much about Uraraka? Well, because in the pt. 1 she's got one panel and a couple of words. That's why half the chapter is about her now, because she and Izuku are the male and female leads of the manga.

c) Why didn't we have more of Katsuki? Well, this character isn't very known for huge inner monologues and all this sappy stuff. We can get enough from character interaction and subtle cues, as always. Despite being a big asshole and a major loudmouth (I say this with all my love and adoration guys), Katsuki is a really stoic character. And this kind of character doesn't need a whole 5 pages writing down their motivation and inner thought process. I like this. This man remains the most conscious person here and has the greatest development in the series (and Shoto, sure, these two are on the whole other level compared to others in terms of writing)

Izuku and Ochako are more open to us, and it shows in the chapter's way of storytelling

And Shoto is still the most relatable dude here, me too, Shoto, me too...

2. Izuku is NOT shutting Katsuki out of his life. He basically invited him to TEACH TOGETHER just like Katsuki invited him to BE HEROES TOGETHER.

To me it shows clearly that these two just found their two paths that don't align fully. Izuku has been teaching for years after his quirk was gone. Sure, he still adores hero job, but he already has stability and purpose and it's IMPORTANT to him. He's only been back to heroics for a month after all. Izuku has matured significantly, and I respect that about his character even if it's not perfectly written.

"Izuku wouldn't ever decline the offer". Do I need to remind you that it's whole 8 years after their school days?

Imagine yourself 16, dreaming to start a rock band with your best friend. You're both so passionate about it, you think music is the most beautiful thing in your life and you'll never be over it.

But you get your fingers injured severely, and you can't play your guitar anymore. You're devastated, but your knowledge is valuable and you get a whole teaching degree and go to work in a musical college. It feels very fulfilling to you. But your friend is very talented, he continues and pushes forward and actually becomes a worldwide known rock star! You're so glad for him!

But the time passes, and your friend, now famous and loaded, states – you're getting most expensive treatment and surgery, and we – I and our old band bros – pay for this.

And your fingers, they work properly again. You had a whole life of 8 years, and now there are so many possibilities open. You know your friend wants you to join his band and travel and rock the stage together, he offers it to you without expecting much, because he knows you have your life settled already, you can't change that with a flick of a wrist. He's an understanding friend, even if his passion for your old shared dream burns brighter still. You can join his band for a concert or two once in a while, it's a good reprieve from your everyday life. But as much as you love music, your priorities shifted significantly since your youth – and now teaching is as important and precious to you.

You even invite your friend to give a lesson of two in the college where you work. It's a way for you two still remain in each other's lives even if your paths are a bit different now. Your connection is built on compromise and genuine support from both sides, and it's fantastic!

I know the analogy isn't perfect, but it works I suppose.

3. About Himiko and Ochako. It's a painful one, but

No, Himiko wasn't haunting Ochako for the whole 8 years, it's probably a time to time occasion. It's not because Ochako is tired, it's because she can't let go of her guilt and at particularly taxing times it manifests in these visions.

Dreams are still a big mystery for science, but what we know is that they're almost always NOT about what you see, but about the hidden layers of meaning.

And of course we know this is not REAL Himiko, it's just Ochako's mind.

So I don't understand all the weeping around Himiko now being DEAD FOR REAL OH. This is Ochako's mind, not a literal Toga's spirit no matter how much Horikoshi wants his symbolisms to be literal in this story. It's still open to interpretation if Toga is dead or notnot (she's coping).

Tsuyu is so Tsuyu 😭😭😭

Right, my girl, this dummy really thought there's something wrong with her health while she just needed to see a psychologist...

I remind you that psychotherapy is severely underdeveloped in Japan. There's still a lot of stigma around mental health there, so please keep this mentality in your mind while reading manga. "They could just go and see a therapist." No, they couldn't. Their culture doesn't work like this, and societal norms aren't a joke in Japan, they're literally overwhelming.

And about how this chapter "ruined" Himiko. To me, it didn't.

"Himiko was written for Ochako". Exactly. Ochako's main negative character trait was inability to open up about her true feelings, putting up a cheerful front and all that.

Himiko was created to get her to understand what suppressing emotions does to people. Unfortunately, it seems she didn't catch this message fully until Himiko told her with plain words and freaking pushed her forward.

And isn't it a torture for Himiko seeing Ochako beating herself over her death, putting up a brave front to avoid her inner struggle which is COMPLETELY OPPOSITE to what Himiko tried to convey?

And Himiko loved both Izuku and Ochako, so of course she wants them to be special for each other and open up to each other too.

Because Himiko LOVES love in any form (pun intended), and wishes happiness for her special people, and sees how they have been holding back from living how they wanted.

Do you really think Himiko would prefer a depressed Ochako having hallucinations of her over an Ochako who's opening up and rebuilding connections with the man she yearned to reach out to for so long?

And of course I'm not about the ship. This manga was never about the ships. We've got a clue that Izuku barely had any contact with his former classmates since graduation in 430. This chapter is created to gives us hope that it'll change, starting with Uraraka because Uraraka was the one to reach out to him first in the beginning, and now it's his turn.

I imagine that it's just a start of the reconnection arc. Izuku can do this with the rest of his classmates too later, and knowing his tendency to butt into others' business he certainly will.

(Yeah, it's an actually good idea for a new tome for you Hori, not Boruto 2.0, never Boruto 2.0 please...)

4(?). This one has gotten me confused...

They studied 3 years... so they must have become class 2-A, then 3-A.... I hope it's a bad translation.

Do you trust Jirou? She certainly did put a whole ton of wasabi in his food, look at her face

Katsuki not toasting because he's the sober friend for his whole bunch of idiots>>>>

(he really has come here for the food)

Katsuki, when did you undergo your Syndrome arc?

[typingwithmyhandstied]

a love letter to the Realm Breaker trilogy

I am losing my mind over the Realm Breaker trilogy again, and I can't wait for Fate Breaker next week. To my knowledge, only one of my mutuals has read it (@crowgenius <333), but I will probably not be shutting up about it. Here is my little love letter to Realm Breaker because it may not be my absolute favorite, but it does mean a lot to me. (I did not mean for this to get this long sorry)

I first read Realm Breaker around the time it first came out in paperback. It was one of the last (if not the last) fantasy books that I found in the bookstore by chance and picked up. I had never heard of it before. It wasn't one I'd seen recommended somewhere or something. I did vaguely know who Victoria Aveyard was (I owned Red Queen but had never read it). It was facing out on the bookshelf, and I could see the cover. I think that's what caught my eye first, and then I noticed how the back listed characters (i.e. "a squire forced to choose between home and honor, an immortal. . .). It reminded me of Six of Crows which I had loved, so I bought it.

I looked it up on Goodreads that night (which I had just recently joined). I remember cursing when I saw that it was an incomplete series. I didn't do those. I had never done those except a select few (the Fairy Tale Reform School series by Jen Calonita which I'd been obsessed with and KOTLC). I am surprised I even read it after that to be honest. I did not want to be left on a cliffhanger, but I did. I read it. I wasn't even thrown off by the length, only excited.

It was more intense and LOTR-esque than anything I'd ever read. It was also probably the first book that I couldn't just memorize the worldbuilding for (I had learned the Grishaverse backwards and forwards as well as everything that came before it). It was the first book that I mostly had to go with the flow and be immersed in it and learn as I went along. There was no info dump at the beginning. I loved it. It is also to this day one of the most descriptive books I have ever read but not suffocating. I also really loved how Corayne was handled as if not the classic chosen one character then something adjacent (I love her with my whole heart).

I feel slightly ashamed saying it, but I was a lot like every other person I knew in the sense that I really liked romance. I remember specifically not reading things because they didn't have a romantic focus. I am not saying that Realm Breaker did not have hints of romantic potential and building (my favorite), but it is in no way portrayed to be a main, driving factor of the story. It is there, but it is not the reason to read it as much as even some less romantic heavy books (Six of Crows, etc). (To give credit where credit is due, ADSOM was also something I read before that and doesn't have romance as the main reason to read it, etc, but I do not think that I realized how it was done before.) I was new to that. It challenged me to return to the mindset of romance not being the most important factor that I had had before with other books like Percy Jackson, etc. It was good for me. It helped push me on my journey to understanding that romance was not the most important thing in books to me, and that really that was just the characters and their dynamics in general. I had just been presented with many books where the majority of the notable characters and relationships were displayed in a romantic sense. (A quick caveat---I still absolutely adore a good romance with my whole heart. I love my romance novels. I also do enjoy many fantasies where romance IS the driving factor.)

Upon finishing Realm Breaker, I instantly wanted more. It was a masterpiece in my mind even if it never had that feeling I got with many other books that meant it would be one that stuck with me forever. (Realm Breaker had been 4/5 stars for me the first time. Upon rereading, I realized that it was even better than I remembered and actually was a favorite and a 5 star read. Was I just too stupid to appreciate it fully the first time? Jury is still out on that one.) It was only a few months until Blade Breaker came out. I was resolute. I could wait, and I would be able to wait until the third book came out as well.

"I cannot wait" had to have been among the first thoughts I thought upon finishing Blade Breaker. I had looked forward to books in the past (the aforementioned prior incomplete series), but those books had been ones I'd patiently waited to have the mail carrier bring them. I could not wait that long for Blade Breaker. I had to have it. So on a hot summer day, Blade Breaker became the first book that I went to the bookstore on the release day to purchase. I went with my mother. I ran into my friend in the parking lot. Life was good, at least until I finished.

I had brought Blade Breaker with me on my family's annual camping trip. I usually spend the whole time sitting in a hammock and reading. I had already finished Geekerella by Ashley Poston on the trip. (I needed light reading for the car.) I read Blade Breaker sitting in a hammock looking out onto the lake. When I looked up, I could see tall pine trees and a bright blue sky. I could have been in some of the forests the Companions traveled through. I read for as long as there was light. I read in the tent with a flashlight. I read as bugs bit me. I finished it days before the trip was done.

I remember that I finished it just as it got dark one night. My parents were making a fire. I walked over, and I sat down on the big rock in the dimming light. I was flabbergasted. I was awestruck. I was heartbroken. I was so close to tears. I remember telling my mother that all of my favorite characters might be dead, and I remember it hitting me that I'd probably have to wait over a year to see if they were alive. Little did I know that it would be even longer than that. So long that I managed to completely block out the ending for my own emotional survival probably.

I waited and waited. I understood why I had to wait of course. I in no way expected instant gratification. I knew it probably wasn't even written. I knew writing and publishing took pressure time, so I persisted. Then, in December of 2023, I decided that I would have to reread. I needed to remember the worldbuilding to be able to appreciate the intricacy and nuance of Fate Breaker, but also because I happened to read a horrible book (which I will not name) that did everything Realm Breaker had done so well so badly. I needed to remind myself that good books existed.

I accidentally opened Blade Breaker to the last page first. It is then that I realized I'd completely blocked out the last few pages and what happened on them. I knew that I thought many of my favorites could be dead, but I did not remember that. I did not remember the specifics. I did not remember the last paragraph. I was crushed, but I kept rereading. I listened to the audiobooks while I did everything when February hit to finish on time. I looked at the map. I got my bearings back in this fantasy world I loved so dearly, and the best part was that I loved it even more the second time.

Then, yesterday exactly a week before Fate Breaker releases, I read the ending of Blade Breaker a second time. This time, I was not just close to tears, but they did fall. This time I was terrified not just for the characters in that moment but for all they were yet to encounter. All of the possible foreshadowing of their imminent deaths. I am still terrified today, but I am mostly excited because I know that Victoria Aveyard will at least write it well no matter how cruel.

Next week, I will be buying Fate Breaker on Tuesday, February 27th 2024 when it comes out in a bookstore just like I did for Blade Breaker. I will most likely scream and cry and be my overdramatic self. One thing is new though. I will be spending every moment up until then scheming up what I think the plot will be to that book. I have developed new habits (thank you secret shanghai fandom).

I am excited. I am terrified. I am ready to have my heart broken. Thank you, @vaveyard, for writing such a beautiful book series. It has been something I never knew I needed until I had it. Please don't kill my favorite characters. Please. If Andry Trelland dies, it will be my villain origin story. 

[wonopia]

SUMMER TROUBLES | 006. WORTH IT

[WC] . 1200 prev ! mlist ! next

it had been one week since the party incident, also the last time he talked with his friends, and the last time he'd talk with yujin. the last thing he said was "aren't you a guy?" how embarrassing.

that's almost all he'd been thinking about- how much he regretted it, how there were millions of other responses he could've said, how rude he must've sounded in her point of view and of course he wouldn't want that.

he'd been in his room with maeumi doing his summer reading but he'd finished them by now. he even debated on rereading them. of course he didn't, he wasn't that insane.

he decided to go to one of his friends house so he bundled up the courage to go ask his mom who was downstairs watching her show. he carried maeumi until they reached the last step of his staircase, putting her down carefully.

he trudged over beside the couch, "hey mom, can i go to tae's house? we planned to meet up a long time ago so we could start on his summer reading together," his moms series talking loudly over him.

"mhm yeah, go ahead, don’t be home late," she told him, leaning forward into her show.

"oh okay, thanks mom," he thanked, going upstairs to change before leaving to go to tae’s house.

they had never planned anything so jungwon was just hoping that tae was home although this whole time he'd been so busy. at the same time, the boy would rather stay home. it wouldn't hurt to stop by for a while.

so jungwon took the public bus to his place. by the time he reached tae's house, he was gasping for air because of how humid it was. the hot wind was doing nothing.

he heavily knocked on his best friends door. he squeezed his eyes shut when he didn’t hear anything coming from inside the house. getting impatient, he rang the doorbell. he started to fan his face due to the heat and could feel the drips of sweat forming around his face.

he wiped his face using his sleeve as he waited impatiently. he knocked a couple more times before gulping down his regret, what was this worth for?

"after all this time," he breathed out, basically gasping for air in his dry mouth, "gosh tae, where the hell are you?!"

he turned around before running with his hand over his eyes to cover himself from the sun as he sprinted to a nearby house, heeseungs.

"heeseung hyung!" he yelled as he approached the abode, "please, please, please be home.." he whispered among himself.

he knocked on the wooden door, leaning onto the frame, out of breath. in minutes, someone opened the door. it was tae.

"now you! i have mad beef with you!" he exaggerated, welcoming himself in heeseungs house without any acceptance. 

"i thought you were grounded," he ignored his side comment.

"she said i could go to your house because we're working on your summer reading essays."

"which reminds me, we have to work on that," taehyun mumbled, taking a note of it in his head before walking up the stairs to heeseungs room.

 jungwon followed up behind him out of breath. as they walked in, heeseung was lying down on his stomach on his phone.

"what happened to you?" he questioned, "dont tell me vernons dog got loose again.."

taehyun laughed at the thought before jumping onto the bed beside hee. jungwon dropped onto the floor, "gosh my back hurts. you guys live so far."

"you walked here?"

"no shit," jungwon retorted out of tiredness that turned into moodiness.

"why did you stop by anyways?" heeseung asked.

"because i cant handle being at home any longer without my phone!"

"ohh which reminds me.." heeseung started, getting up while pulling something up on his phone, "someone messaged me a day after the bonfire incident."

heeseung held the phone above jungwon’s face, his eyes widening at the screen and attempting to reach for it- before it dropped onto his nose.

"ah shit.." jungwon hissed, immediately getting up to massage his nose.

"oh my god!" hee exclaimed, " i thought you were gonna catch it!"

"what.. what the fuck.."  jungwon cursed, looking at his hand to see blood, "did you break my nose?"

"no way," tae gasped walking over to him before leading jungwon up and to the bathroom, "gosh heeseung, that's one way to treat a guest."

meanwhile hee was kneeled down on the floor, he peeked over to his phone to see some blood smeared on it before cringing, "eww! jungwon, your blood got on my screen!"

it had been a while since won got punched by hee's phone and won was now messaging yujin on it.

"took her long enough to respond," hee commented while waiting for her reply.

"what'd she say?" tae asked.

"uhhh," jungwon slowly started to grin before covering his mouth with his extra hand as he processed what she said.

he flipped the phone around so they could see the message, they were both in front of him laying on their stomachs as won was sitting against hee's headboard.

heeseung scoffed as taehyun nodded, "this soobin guy got some nice friends. we're not friends with any girls, why's that?"

"you guys aren’t, i am," wonnie told them, gesturing to the phone.

"friends?" taehyun wondered, "yeah sure."

"i mean she’s gotta be into you a little bit."

"why do you say that?" won asked.

"probably because she messaged me about what was up with you the day after you didnt reply to her," heeseung told him, "and look at how she’s messaging you. she was asking all kinds of questions, she want’s to talk with you."

"thats how a conversation works, dumb."

"yeah but wonnie, you have to think about it from her perspective," tae jumped in, "i mean.. she said she's been waiting for your message or something, now that has got to mean something."

the phone buzzed in his hand, "guys, she asked what we're doing?"

"well.. what are we doing?" tae asked.

"you can’t actually say what you're doing," heeseung told tae.

"and whys that?" tae and won asked at the same time.

hee sighed, "do i have to do everything? no wonder we dont have girl best friends," he rolled his eyes, "just say we're all doing our own things on our phones."

"he's literally using your phone, dumbass."

"so much for doing everything," they retorted. 

jungwon typed in that they were just talking about how the bonfire party had gone and that they were waiting for sunoo to arrive, which was partly what they were doing.

"now why would you say that?!" they both exclaimed.

note: i love where everything is headed. pls comment your thoughts freely, i love to hear people theories etc.

© wonopia 2024

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[st0rmyskies]

WarrTime anon again

I love longer answers haha I love hearing your thoughts. I’ve been reading LMTCOY for a long while and it’s always been so obvious to me through your writing how much time and love you put into the characters and I’m really just in awe of it. I will gratefully read any length answer you give haha I love hearing what you have to say (and that you for answering all my questions! The excitement and new knowledge has been getting me through lol)

I have some follow up questions from last time!

1. Does Warriors still think (to any extent) that he owes Time himself? He was able to shut things down in You’re Jealous, even with how much Time was pressuring him (and side question about that: Did Warriors feel guilty there for shutting him down or was he mainly just annoyed? Was something else going on in his head? I’m sure Time’s comment about it not being like Warriors to “not want it” probably stung, even if he wasn’t thinking he owes this to Time) but are there other moments in which he’s tried to push himself through something that he’s not the happiest with just because he thinks he needs to for Time?

2. Oh my God I didn’t realize what the earrings had the potential to mean. Did Warriors understand what Time meant by such a gift? Did Time fully intend the implications of it, or was he not able to admit to himself what something like that could mean to Warriors? I need to reread that chapter now haha

3. I’d be very excited to see Time taking care of a sick Warriors if you do end up writing that for LMTCOY 👀 I’m very curious about how Warriors would react and how sick he would have to be to actually let Time care for him without causing a huge fuss

Welcome back, anon! Your kind words make me so happy, thank you for the feedback and I am SO so grateful you enjoy the series.

Warriors felt like he 'owed' something to Time in the Luxurious Indulgence chapter because of all the money that had been poured in to their little vacation although it was mostly through Time's work. That's the only time he's ever pushed himself through something he didn't really want for Time's sake. Otherwise, Wars is pretty direct in getting what he wants out of their encounters. And Time's comment about 'not wanting it' was a clear invitation to an argument, because he has never held anything like that over War's head before (and felt like a shithead for it afterward don't worry). Warriors saw it for what it was, though. He gave Time the benefit of the doubt, trying to string him along the argument as though Time really meant what he said, but then Time kept pushing the conversation toward his intended target and, well, we all see how that shook out.

I finally edited my pinned post to include a link to the ask I got a while ago about the significance of piercings in HSH-verse. But there's a link for your convenience since I did the digging. Warriors would recognize the significance of it, and Time's motive at that particular time in the narrative is a good point of question. This comes immediately after Wild called off their relationship and there's now a huge rift in Time's relationship with Twilight, which is what started this whole circus in the first place. Time isn't sure how exactly it's all going to work out. The gesture of him gifting Wars with those earrings says that even if things turn ugly, he wants Warriors by his side even if everyone else starts leaving the townhouse. (Warriors, for his part, can choose to accept those studs and never do anything with them. Although we know him better than that.)

In case you missed it.

[hockybish]

https://www.tumblr.com/hockybish/743160802329116672/nico-goes-straight-to-him-doesnt-wait

ANGST

As I finished this I realize it feels a bit Home Alone ish. And rereading it it's more drama vs angst. But I like the it. 😅

“Okay okay. Calm down miss. Let’s see here, we have a couple of flights …” she started to drone on, her fingernails clicking away on the keyboard. "Alrighty the soonest nonstop is at five."

"Five? As in pm? Three hours from now?" Nico's eyes bugged out. That was too long of a wait. She couldn't wait that long. Matthew was probably already on his way in the sky and he was probably thinking she was going to be breaking up with him over what a misunderstanding?

No. She couldn't wait those three hours. There has to be a sooner flight. "Is there anything else? I'm begging. I don't have any luggage or carry ons. I made a mistake with my boyfriend and I. Please."

"There's a flight that leave in 30 minutes there's a slight layover in Washington and it's on to Phoenix. It would get you there a bit faster than waiting for the later flight. Does that work?"

That was perfect. It kind of hit her then that she really didn't have anything on her and she was still in her short golf skirt and halter top and her wallet wasn't in her pocket.

Nonetheless she shoved her hand in the sewn in pouch. She found her license and her older brother's card, he must have slipped them in there while she was getting out of the car. Nico couldn't have been more thankful.

Settling down in the her seat, Nico started thinking about how she would apologize to her beau. Maybe she should pick up a bouquet of flowers like men do when they need to apologize for doing something wrong. Matthew would think it's funny and jokingly make a quip about how she can't buy his forgiveness with a kiss and pretty flowers.

Nico had solidified her plan by end of the short flight.

She checked her phone got off the plane, she didn't have as much time as she thought. She turned her skipping into a full on run to the gate on the opposite side of the airport, praying she would get there before-

"I'm sorry miss, you just missed the plane." The man point to the large window. Sure enough the large plane was being taxied to the right runway. Dejected, Nico turned around to start over on finding a way to Matthew.

Nico started crying as she called Trevor and explained to about the new mishap. She should have just waited for the later nonstop flight and this wouldn't have happened and she would feel stupid right now.

"Nic, remember Chili's checklist from Bluey?"

"You watch Bluey?"

"I've seen somethings on TikTok. Shut it" Of course he'd seen an episode or two or maybe the whole series, he had a lot of time on his hands, sue him. But he didn't want to expose himself completely. So he lied a little. "Checklist?"

"I have a little cry." Nico wiped her tears one final time.

"Check!

"I pick myself up." She took a deep breathe and stood a little taller.

"Check!"

"Dust myself off" She then swiped at the little bit of dirt that was on the pleat of her skirt.

"Check!" Trevor elongated the e in check.

"And keep going"

"The show must go on!" The siblings chanted to together. Nico couldn't thank Trevor enough for helping her calm and reassuring her that she would get there and everything would be okay.

Nico made her way once again to the ticket counter. She had a bit more pep in her step. Nothing was going to get in her way.

And when the man said there was nothing nonstop, but that they could only get her a flight to Vegas and she would have to hop on a flight from a different company. She didn't panic.

She remembered the checklist, going over it, hearing Trevor's voice as she checked everything off again. She would make it.

When she finally got to Phil was there waiting for her to take her to his little brother. He didn't like how moppy Matthew seemed and wanted to help anyway her could.

"The show must go on" She smiled to herself, letting herself out of Phil's car when they pulled up to their destination. Phil gave her a weird look and she promised to explain it later to the Slovak.

"Hi Matthew" She played with the new pendant hanging around her neck, the feeling of the engraved initials on the back kept her nerves at bay as she held out the bouquet of mixed flowers for the man she loved so much.

[safifonhasstrel]

what's your thoughts on sd's newsletter on witchshadow and ppl's reaction to it? art's meant to be analyzed and adored AND criticized and imo it's reasonable to express frustration when the book we paid for with our hard earned money doesn't live up to what's promised

Yeah honestly I am with you on this, anon. I think she's taking the criticism a bit too personally, which she really shouldn't. It's hard, I know that all too well. I am on my way to unlearn that too, so i know its easier said than done.

Every piece of media can, should, and will be criticised. That's just how it works. It's also very valid for the people who payed for said piece of media, not just with their money but also with their time, to be upset about things. I feel very bad for her and I know she went through a lot. I am glad everything worked out fine for her. But if I want to truthfully review something, I cannot think about what the creator might have went through. Then I wouldn't be able to give my honest opinion and we would have a whole bunch of 5 star rated books and reviews would no longer be valuable.

I myself have tried my best to be respectful in my review and give valid examples. I cannot speak for everyone though, and that people have contacted her personally is nuts. But people should be able to post freely on their own social media. I think, or I hope, that she knows that.

I am a bit annoyed about the bit saying it's fine if the book is confusing at first and readers will be able to catch up. It wasn't just confusing at first. Witchshadow genuinely made me feel stupid. Because some plot points were never mentioned before! Like the paladin who has taken over Aeduan, whose name I have already forgotten because that felt so random, and the hellbard loom. I did an entire reread of the series before starting Witchshadow, and non of these things were mentioned before. I even went back and checked again. That was one of my main complaint. Things that have never been mentioned before suddenly being more important than what we already know, and we as reader are just supposed to roll with it. Same with retconning relationships, and focusing on the wrong things/characters. Why was Iseult's book, a book she's been most excited for, centred around the Hellbards??? I genuinely couldn't care less about them, but I know a portion of the fandom loves them, but really? I was expecting to learn so must about nomatsi culture but we got so little. It didn't really feel like Iseult's book at all. I think that's incredibly valid criticism. I am not sure if she would agree with this, but it is what it is. Again, not to be taken personally please. We are all adults.

Also, taking advice from someone about a series you are writing, who hasn't read said series, even if they are your friend, is a CHOICE. While I loath time jumps in general, they CAN work for some stories. But the Witchlands is simply too complex for that.

And oh boy, that got way too long. But valid criticism is supposed to help you grow. And as my boss told me when I was facing a lot of difficulties and hard choices, that, too, is incredibly valuable for you to grow as a person. It sounds harsh at first, but it's true.

Anyway, I hope no one is going to come after me or any person who has criticised the book. I really don't want Susan to feel bad, but readers negative feelings are valid too.

Now I am gonna shut up.

[autobot-ratchet]

Dark Cybertron Volume 1

Dark Cybertron Volume 1

I was gonna do this arc issue by issue but about three issues in, I realized I was reading a volume that just had all of the Dark Cybertron arc in it without having to jump between MTMTE and RID so lmAO that's fine it's honestly better this way but that does mean I'm gonna do this by volume, so basically half of this arc in one volume, the other half in the next

Galvatron sucks but he was so right to defend Cyclonus from Jhiaxus. No words, just a “shut your fuck” arm gesture, hell yeah

also I just realized this is a little glimpse of the ship Tailgate said he was gonna be a part of just before he fell underground, nice

god. I don't want to do a reread of MTMTE's sister series (or at least not a complete reread, I might reread certain bits) but like. Remember Rattrap lmfAO I remember so much fucking buildup like “ooh he's being so sneaky he's gonna betray Starscream, he's gonna betray him so hard just you wait” and then that guy straight up disappeared without ever actually doing anything at all. And I don't mean that he disappeared within the story like for plot reasons, I mean that Barber just stopped including him in his writing and I'm gonna be real I deadass didn't notice for a long time lmFAO

oh that's right, I vaguely remember this orc dude, Garnak, he was a friend of Roddy's

fdjasksl Swerve just immediately embarrassing Rodimus in front of Optimus

aww you hug that bot, Garnak, god knows he needs a good hug after all the shit that's gone down

interesting that Perceptor brings up that the Lost Light isn't technically an Autobot ship, it's a neutral ship

“Mostly I thought about Megatron.” I bet you did, gayass

oh fuck I knew Cyclonus had been trapped in the dead universe before but I didn't realize he spent six million years in there. Wasn't that as long as Tailgate spent trapped underground??? no wonder they were drawn to each other, they are each the only fuckin person who could possibly understand what the other has been through

ooh, so Roddy's told everyone the truth about the Overlord project at this point, he's got the numbers carved into his hand

I also forgot that the dead universe is where we meet Nightbeat. The fuck is he doing here lmfAO he's just in here chilling I guess

I'm not gonna lie my eyes glaze over so hard whenever anything RID related is on my screen lmAO I tune in just enough to get the plot relevant bits and then just... schoop... rats trap........ metal hawking............ omg Ultra Magnus!!! hi ❤️❤️❤️ like rip to everyone who was really invested in all the non-MTMTE goings on but god. Could not be me lmfAO and I tried! I did read all of the transformers comics in the first IDW run at one point! And my final verdict is that MTMTE/Lost Light is the cream of the crop and there were like. A handful of other comics that were worth a shit lmAO some mini series, some spotlight issues

hell yeah, love the crew deciding to do their own thing to go find Metroplex. “We can't do our own thing anymore,” yes you can, actually lmAO you can do whatever you want forever. Also I find it interesting that it's Ratchet who's trying so hard to argue that their hands are tied. Maybe moments like this were what put the idea in his head to go find Drift later

awww this is the first instance of simpatico!!! Percy and Brainstorm really are cute together

the fuckin Rod Pod........

oh fuckin right there was a whole thing about Nightbeat getting shot in the head, god I really did not retain shit about all the other transformers comics I read lmfAO whatever it's fine

Nightbeat really does just lay out Cyclonus's whole entire life in front of everyone, damn

fgdhsjk Galvatron just casually rips Megatron in half god damn

Getaway getting caught up in just how ridiculous this fuckin series is, simultaneously loving and hating it

aww Skids has Swerve's number, there are so many little moments of bonding or just like casual indicators of closeness sprinkled throughout this series, I've been noticing it with Brainstorm and Perceptor too, they have a lot of small moments of banter that are really good. Like people portray Perceptor as no-nonsense in the fandom but he does get just a little silly with it when it comes to Brainstorm, it's very cute

rip Rod Pod

rip Hardhead also, he was kind of a bitch, good riddance

[carmenized-onions]

Bonjour my friend!! I’m back and bringing in my thoughts from Tony, Terry, Tommy. I’m going to go chronologically through my (ungodly) reread.

- What if it’s a love or murder confession? What if it’s about the money you owe her? The money she owes you?

- Squidny lovers rise! I’m now noticing all the seeds you’ve planted.

- You figure either the dinner rush is starting to slow down or she’s relieved you’re coming. Who are you being humble for, no shot it’s the former.

- Tony please my heart can’t take it. Ugh the self depreciation. The no one is my friend and I am no good to this place. My heart how it breaks.

- Ginger’s Theory: money owed + three years no contact with Syd + significance of chip 3 (years/months sober?). Could Syd have unknowingly given Tony drug money. Oh man. Okay. I’m adding that into my notes app to toggle around with.

- “Good to see you. I want to catch up, f’real, but—” “The bear in the walk-in?” “The bear in the walk-in.”

- this is hilarious 10/10

- Walking past Donna and Pete’s breakdown. I’m interested to see if/how this might comes back around.

- “Dad knew him, so then I knew him, so then I occasionally fixed shit for him. Shit that ‘Fak couldn’t?’ I think his name was?”

- This line!!! It comes back!!!! And Carm was listening. Oh my goodness your brain!!

In reading back through my thoughts I realized I didn’t introduce myself.

Howdy hi I’m Ginger!

Have a great day friend!

HELLO FRIEND THIS IS SO EXCITING I'M LOOKIN FORWARD TO THE UNGODLY REREAD!! The next chapter will hopefully be coming out sometime next week, maybe Monday night, and I will say, if you're a bitch for call backs and mirrored moments like I am, this is a very good time to reread, for this next chapter specifically.

Honestly Something To Do had a fuck ton of past moments, too, so really just an overall good time for a reread hehe. Anyways LETS CRACK IN!!

I've planted so many SquidInk seeds, I think i've said it somewhere else before, but it bares repeating, back when I was conceptualizing this series I thought of it being a Syd/Readers series, because I thought gay mechanic would be. so fucking fun. And I think a little part of me truly never let that completely go LMAO.

I wrote a whole paragraph explaining what No shot means because i was worried this Canadian-ism made the sentence seem like Tony thought the dinner rush was slowing down-- No, everyone did get that, it's just that she debated it in the first place, was what was concerning. My poor bug.

I will close my EYES looking at this theory for now. But I'll come back to it, after this next chapter, I think. We'll see.

THE BEAR IN THE WALK INNNN; I've started saying Bear in the Walk-in in lieu of elephant in the room with my friends, it's always confusing and always extremely funny 10/10

I still have to fuckin' figure out what to do with Donna. No spoilers but Season 3 through me for a loop I WASN'T expecting and now I have to. actually think. with my brain. this is hell.

Again, You're in for such a treat, if you catch these little come back moments!! There's a lot of them. There's honestly a handful that I didn't do on purpose and when people point them out I go Oh My God You're a Genius. We're BOTH geniuses. I'm excited to see what genius sticks out to you!!

And now it's bedtime for me I gotta go sleep so i can go hang out with my nephews tommorow because YES I DO BASE A LOT OF TONY'S EXPERIENCES OFF OF MY OWN ALRIGHT ? SO WHAT IF I GOT MY NEPHEW A PETER RABBIT BOOK AND THE OTHER ONE A TEETHING STUFFY? SHUT UP!!! ART IMITATES LIFE SHHHH!!!

[amplifyme]

@randomfoggytiger Hope you don't mind me doing this, but in order to conserve space I'm going to cherry-pick some of your comments from your ask concerning Helper and address them here. A Read More option when sending asks would be nice, yeah?

Anywho, come below for more.

First, I love that you love this story as much as you do, because it's a wonderful peek at the beginning of a relationship between Vincent and Diana that goes beyond friendship, but that absolutely started there.

Also, Diana schooling herself about her disappointment at “only” being a Helper to Vincent was a great moment and feeling awkward and out of place and frustrated overall… and Vincent smiling and waiting for her in the alley right after leaving Lena is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuch a different dynamic on a reread. 

That's why I adore the AWTN series. Because it almost forces you to reread it, just so you're sure you've assembled all the pieces Nan placed there to be found. That's the mark of a great piece of fiction.

Angelo DeMarco works in a hardware store-- the same one from the series??? (Or a different one.)

That's an interesting question. You may be right!

“…didn't Lena know this man at all?” Diana’s fury is a sight to behold on my first read and even more so knowing her mannerisms now. And also: she’s saved Vincent more times in their relationship than he has saved her; and I adore that.

Toldja so! It's the original premise of the series flipped on its head. Diana is the protector this time.

Her honest frankness-- ““Nothing: lost my temper over….” She changed her mind again. Some people, you never could give less than the truth, no matter what."

Yes to all of this. Vincent not only deserves, but needs someone in his life who doesn't candy-coat the truth. And Diana gives him that. And this is not based on conjecture, but canon. Do you see why their alley conversation in In the Forests of the Night was such a revelation when it finally aired 5 months after the series finale? It was the missing piece fans needed to complete the picture of Diana and who she is.

““Whether she was somehow picking it up from Vincent or however, Diana knew he'd figured at least some of it out for himself, and he was mad.”” Insert the Farquaad pointing meme here: EMPATH.

Right?? And I can't express to you how much I love the mug tossing scene. I can so clearly see V sidearming that mug into the wall 30 feet away and Cullen winding up like a pitcher and throwing his. Nan is so good at painting pictures with her words.

Gratitude! That’s the thing about life Below-- so much of it is built and sustained by gratitude: working together as a community, escaping their former lives to live Below, relying on Helpers and their supplies Above, etc.

This is why I've wished for decades that the tunnel community was real. I would move down there in a New York minute! Yes, pun intended.

““Slowly shoving himself onto his feet, he reached for Mouse with one hand, held the wall with the other, and when he finally felt himself more or less secure, reached for her, pulling her around to the inside, against the cliff, with both him and Mouse between her and the drop. Protecting her, automatic, like of course, doesn't everybody? No, my heroes, they do not…. She got all choked up, and her eyes stung. Feeling his arm come down like a log across her shoulders, she grabbed his wrist in front and held it hard, knowing they'd both hear her sniffing, and who cared anyway. “Can't shut me up that easy, buster,” she declared, ducking to scrub her face against the shawl, as it lay over her upper arm. “Shut up, Diana,” he responded placidly. “Oh. That's different. Why didn't you say so in the first place?””--

This whole thing. *chef's kiss*

The follow up-- ““She had to turn away, this time. She couldn't help it. But she put out a hand blind, and felt it taken, so he'd know perfectly well what she couldn't have said, ever. What she did say, shakily, was, “I didn't know you meant it.””-- makes me curious: what do you think she was thinking? That she wasn’t x/y/z enough for him/his trust?

It's clear that Diana has as many self-esteem issues as Vincent. I think she probably figures there's no way he would really want to let her in the way he did. Like she didn't think she deserves it.

I guess my point is: Cathy and Father = no self-awareness; Vincent and Diana = heaps of self-awareness but also heaps of self-doubt and wrong self-diagnoses. Pros and cons of both. D/V can understand and diagnose each other in ways that Father and Cathy can’t/couldn’t understand; and what trips Vincent up is something that Diana can help him overcome and vice versa.

Look, you answered your own question! This is a very astute reading of these four characters. Brava!

Vincent taking the chair and Diana feeling a sense of freedom and their first forehead touch and kiss, wow. I NEVER KNEW HOW MONUMENTAL THAT WAS because it was written so casually (in the spirit of Diana’s mood and Vincent’s response.) It’s just so… right, and “innocent”, and cozy, and fitting, and uncomplicated, and everything made sense. AND RIGHT AFTER LENA’S FORCEFUL KISS PREVIOUSLY IN THE EVENING-- THE COMPARISONS: Diana not expecting anything from him and Vincent smiling this time.

Wasn't that scene lovely?? I mean, come on. 🥰

““Father has always said that if one takes a story, one must be careful to take all of it, not merely part.””

I'll let you in on a little secret. That line was Nan's very subtle dig at the Classic-only fans, the ones who refused to watch S3 (or did and then refused to acknowledge it).

It was such a revelation to find Nan and AWTN when I did because no one was writing S3 fanfic unless it involved a SND (She's Not Dead) scenario. I wanted to read about what might happen between V & D, not fics about Cathy being miraculously brought back to life or it was all some terrible mistake or whatever. Nan literally opened the door for writers to create a fourth season. I will be forever grateful to her for that.

Cathy loves what makes Vincent human, and likely had fears about her baby, calling him beautiful once he was born and she was he was (outwardly) completely human. If he had been like Vincent, I think she would have loved him equally; but how could she have raised that child Above? So many complications. ANYWAY, Diana, meanwhile, has the same hesitancies about Charles; but when she meets him, she falls in love with him immediately, though he is outwardly another of Vincent’s unique kind. Nan did so well at capturing the part of Diana that embraces all of Vincent with her love in that first reaction to his second child (seeming to have immediately attached herself more personally to Charles than Jacob even, since no one at that time but Buster and her even wanted the little guy.)

You've stated this so perfectly. Diana fell in love with Charles the same way she did his father. Fully and completely. Unconditionally. Can you imagine what effect that sort of unconditional love must've had on Vincent over time? I so wish we'd gotten AWTN 4.

Okay, back to more transcribing for me.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Star rants about BL manga for a REAAAAALY long time

Lmao so I go to this specific book store to by M rated manga and apparently the cashier recognizes me by my face lmao.

I made a joke about it like, a month or so ago that "Oh yeah I'm probs the weirdo who buys BL porno manga"

And now I'm unsure if that's even a joke anymore.

I like to buy BLs and gamble if their terrible. (Idk why it just became a habit. X'D)

There was one so bad it's an internal meme between me and my bro that "Well it wasn't as bad as Caste Heaven".

NOTHING. Is as bad as Caste Heaven my god. I literally threw them in the garbage. X'D I cope with how legit triggering it was with ~COMEDY~ don't read it unless you hate yourself. It is SO BAD. I'm not a pearl clutcher by any means but HOLY SHIT.

Bitch club was at least MILDLY funny at times (Also terrible. But I kinda wanna know where it goes...? Is that bad??? X'D I've like, played with the idea of getting more of it just to see wtf happens it's like a crack series, but it's REAL. And terrible.)

Titan's bride is at least interesting enough plot wise I have somehow found myself with 3 volumes despite it being a Porn without Plot, but somehow has enough plot that I care 99xs more than the sex scenes. (Haven't read the 3rd one yet lmao but I does is have to know how it ends.) Also the art is nice lol. Characters are dumb as bricks tho lmao.

Ten count is a THING. That exists. Dear god I don't even have comprehensive thoughts on it. I've read it multiple times and I still dunno if I hate it or love it. I THINK I like it??? But Dear god my thoughts are COMPLICATED. It's like "Well I like this...but WTF WAS THIS" type vibe???

Bad boys Happy home is pretty enjoyable. Also has many WTF moments tho. I haven't reread it in awhile tho.

Hitorojime boyfriend- Terrible. Hated it. Didn't finish it. Less bad than caste heaven but that isn't saying much. Still god awful. Unlikeable as fuck characters. Kinda glad I hated it though because there's a whole other series it's attached to (Which I didn't know when I picked it up) so I at least didn't waste my time. (Does it say anything I was disapointed I found the recipe for it AFTER it was too late to return the "piece of literature"?) Art was cute though. Just terrible story and characters.

"I Didn't mean to fall in love" - AWESOME. I PICKED A DIFFRENT ONE OVER THIS ONE AND I MADE A MISTAKE. THIS ONE IS GREAT LOVED IT!~ ART 10/10 STORY 10/10 CHARACTERS ARE PRETTY GREAT TOO WOOOOOOOOOO

Seven days monday-sunday - Liked it. Was cute. By the same person who did 10 count so art was an absolute banger. Story wasn't by them so it was NORMAL. X'D

I have more but I'll shut up.

[neixins]

LITERALLY!!!! the parallels with meinyan are such a good point, i didn't even think of that!! i need to reread her chapters....

and yeah i think the most obvious solution to the current predicament is for hak, su-won, and zeno to work together from outside the chalice. like i can see a new contract possibly being attempted as a trick similar to the fake hostage situation in south kai, but i don't think that'd be a permanent solution. besides, the series has always been in part about the power of community, and yona has needed people around her to succeed since the beginning so her getting out of this all alone without anyone's help wouldn't make any thematic sense.

on that note—and this will be a bit of a tangent, sorry—i've seen some people criticize yona for "acting like a god only when it suits her" but iirc the only time she actually embraced the fact that she's hiryuu's reincarnation was when she was trying to save her friends, in a highly stressful situation where she didn't have time to consider every possible consequence. otherwise, she's always been very adamant about being human. she doesn't really want to be a queen, let alone a god, and it's strange to me when people insist that she needs to be both/either. like just let her and the rest of the hhb go back to their wandering xia ways!! they're most suited to helping people in very concrete ways, not by sacrificing themselves to the gods (which nobody should be doing anyway lol) or by governing (which should be left to other characters). (i've also seen a few people complain recently about how the dragon warriors only joined her bc she's hiryuu's reincarnation which lol. lmao, even. a reread of the first 7 volumes is in order, methinks, since yona is very clear from the beginning about being just a girl looking for help and not wanting to force anyone to join her, but i guess now that she's making decisions people don't like, they're willfully misinterpreting the early chapters too (and even when they can't do that with sinha and jaeha, they still do it with gija, as if yona didn't clearly tell him that she's not a god and he still chose to be like "okie dokie :) onward we go!". which goes into my whole issue with people infantilizing gija and acting like he has no agency but if i start going on that tangent i'll never shut up))

anyway, tangent over! i also feel like the gods' threat to kill hak is kind of.. hollow? not in terms of emotional impact bc i think it's an incredibly effective way to create a feeling of being trapped which the gods can use to coerce yona into staying with them. i just keep going back to the line about the gods losing their power if they break their contracts, which they've been doing for a while now, with keeping yona inside the chalice and maiming the dragon warriors and so on and so forth. they're already weakened, and attempting to kill hak (and potentially even just the threat of it) would just be another nail in their own coffins. like i wouldn't be surprised if the next chapter starts and they're melting wicked-witch-of-the-west style dfjgdkskj

the only thing i somewhat disagree with is that yona didn't succeed in saving the dragons. like they're still trapped inside the chalice with her (sans zeno obviously) so they're not fully in the clear, but i don't think that them becoming disabled is worse than being stuck in a magically-induced coma inside an eldritch hellscape. and ngl the notion that the dragons might've been sent back only to wake up without their powers and with no knowledge of how or why that happened had me worried bc it would've felt like a parallel to how disabled people's autonomy often gets ignored in medical settings (even if they wouldn't have been quite so visibly disabled in that case), so i was actually relieved when they woke up and fought back, even if it left them really badly injured. honestly, while i think there's currently a 50/50 chance of the gods agreeing to restore the dragons' limbs/eyes, i'd prefer it if that didn't happen and they got disability aids after getting out of the chalice instead. like now that they're conscious and can actually agree to it if they wish, i'd find it less uncomfortable, but the fantasy genre is full of the magical cure trope and i personally like how the story is going against that so far.

Chapter 267 ramble

I said this about Suwon last time but I think we should all read akayona with more emotions sometimes maybe. like, in general. for everyone. I don't want Yona to be Suwon and to only think of the greater good. I want Suwon and Yona to coexist, like they've been working on for a while now. I don't like the theory that Suwon will die to save Hak and/or Yona, I don't think it's good and I don't think it makes sense with what the story has been exploring and conveying so far, and I would feel the same if it was Yona or anyone instead of Suwon. Anyone sacrificing themselves to appease/please the gods would be the lamest conclusion ever. The story hasn't been subtle about challenging the notions that sacrifices, punishments and now contracts are necessary. Like,, no they're not. They need everyone here.

I was more sceptical when Yona didn't hesitate at all in chapter 257, but here I don't think it's an issue. Like first, we see her be affected and waver when the gods use the dragons' limbs against her. She recovers her composure because dragons are here and tell her to not worry about this. But more importantly, Yona has known hell, and it's there that she met people reaching out their hands to others in need again and again, and this is what inspired her to fight and bring help to those in need back. It's in hell she met her friends, her family and was moved by people's kindness again and again. She has no reason to be scared of what the gods are warning her about, she has known wars, she has known disasters. She will just stand against everything the future throw at her like she said in ch257. She loves the mess that is Kouka Kingdom and its people. I don't think there was anything better she could have done in her situation. She doesn't have the means and power to do anything but either submit to the gods or escape, she needs outside help. Yona is not responsible for the dragons losing their limbs, nor for Kouka's current state. The gods are the only ones being unreasonable and irrational here, you just can't win against something irrational like that, she can only leave.

Moreover, I don't want Yona to decide the terms of Kouka's future for everyone like a god, and the best way to do that is again to leave, not make any deal with the gods, and face everything on Earth as a human like she always did, which she's exactly what she's trying to do in ch267. Yona already said she's resolved to find ways to bring an end to wars, we've seen her participate to help out tribes and countries and people again and again. That's what she does. Relying on a contract with the gods (even though we have seen how damaging and harmful it is on the long run! again and again! and they're not reliable! Don't we all want the gods to just stop with their vows and contracts and prophecy and rules already?) is the easy, coward way out. Humans don't need the powers of the gods. They don't need divine protection. They have accomplished everything by fighting as they are. Yona was helped by the gods' powers sure, but her development is about being strong enough to not depend on her friends' powers, and it's most of all the characters trying to help out others that truly accomplish things. The people on Earth are all working hard to help each other out and deal with each problem together, even now. They will manage, they will be fine. Let's believe in the power of people. All they need is the human Yona too, and the humans four dragons, and the humans Suwon and Hak. All of Kouka need to be freed from the gods' supervision.

Literally no one right now is asking for anything the gods have ever been doing, they only ever did this for themselves. The gods are fear mongering right now, and I don't think it's worth falling into the trap of believing all life is doomed without their protection like they want us to. I don't think they're objective. They always considered humans were stupid detestable creatures that are destined to destroy themselves without their intervention. I don't think they realize how resilient people on Earth are. (Lili alone would gag them!) Natural disasters are one thing, but how do they know wars will be break out? Wars are started and enacted by people, and are stopped by people as well. We have seen characters facing sort of natural disasters (even if it wasn't natural back then) by working out together during the flooding of Kin Province for example, or when Kuuto was burned down. People have infinite ressources when they work together. Suwon is resolved to find a way to bring back the sky knowing he can't influence the Gods too. It's their business. It's their country. Yona belongs to Earth and people in Kouka want her back because she is waited for, loved, and needed as the human Yona there. Like it is the case for every other character.

I think the theory of Suwon dying and sacrificing himself has no solid basis either. Like, I don't know, he might consider it, but I just don't think it will happen and if it goes there, it will be prevented. I may be naive, but to me the story is conveying that it's not something wishable? Suwon doesn't need to die and wait for punishment (or """redemption""" like I've seen some call it) to be "even". Suwon can live, and find the best path where no one has to be sacrified and punished, himself included. Isn't it what chapter 262 ends on? It's not about equivalent exchange and balance, it's about love and hope for the future. Characters in akatsuki no yona have been giving without expecting anything in return again and again, even if they were hurt before, this is the crux of it to me. This is the nature of Hiryuu's actions in the past too. So no ending can be satisfying if the Gods don't do the same. (Or else just vanish forever.) Without mentioning that it has been established Suwon wants to live. Like, even with what looks like passive suicidal ideation, Suwon wants to live. He can't help being curious about what will happen next. He simply needs help to believe a better future for him is possible too.

And this help can still come. The story isn't over yet. Zeno is still immortal, the dragons have lost their limbs, are not even truly back to normal and are stuck in the chalice, Yona is stuck too, the crimson illness is still a thing etc.. Let's not rush things, and let's look at the bigger picture and find a better solution than just sending anyone that pleases the gods to heavens so they're happy and give everything else ppl want in exchange.

[writing-in-april]

The Five Stages of Grief

Stage five: Acceptance (5/5)

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Spencer’s POV)

Thanks to @zhuzhubii who helped me so much with this series and made this gif for me 🥰

Summary: Spencer going through each of the stages of grief after the death of the reader. Stage five is acceptance.

A/N: Can’t believe my first series on here is done!!! I’m not gonna lie you guys this chapter is super emotional for me- I no joke cried the whole time while writing it and while rereading to edit. I basically have been going through the same thing recently with my Nana. This chapter is very close to my heart and is definitely the most personal chapter for me. The whole series is actually heavily inspired by season 3 episode 19 -one of my favorite episodes of criminal minds- and I also used elements from season 3 episode 15. This also kinda helps explain a lot of my writing choices throughout the whole series if you’re curious. I did my first real attempt at foreshadowing in this series, I hope you all enjoy it! Thank you for all the love and support on this series- with a special thanks to @spencerreidsmiles and @andiebeaword -you all have been so lovely and amazing.

Warnings (All warnings for the whole series are on series Masterlist): Sad Spencer, References to past drug use, References to past suicidal behaviors, Small panic attack, Hopeful Spencer, Unreliable narrator (much less so in this chapter)

Main Masterlist | The 5 Stages Masterlist Word Count: 3.5k (longest chapter)

It’s been a year; One full year since they had died in my arms. One full year since they had been shot so cruelly by a heartless unsub in an alley. One full year since I had been graced with their presence and the sound of their voice.

The elements of my emotions were extremely complex according to my therapist, and surprisingly I found myself starting to feel the benefits with them more every time I went to an individual session or a group session. It was hard for me to realize that I would have to learn to accept my situation.

It was hard to learn how to understand my own emotions when I had been so willing to shut them out, to try and convince myself that they didn’t exist.

I had begun to learn that I carried around the water that felt like I could drown in, the fire that burned so hot that anyone near it would get burned, the earth that I had wished would bury me with the pebbles I had chosen to cope with, and even the polluted air of my sadness around with me everyday. But, now I somewhat accepted the fact that they would always be with me, or at least I was trying to.

I had to learn to accept.

Even if it hurt I had to learn to at least try.

The next goal I had been given by the therapist was the most daunting of my tasks yet in my opinion. Trying to convince myself to open the boxes in the corner of the bedroom I had once shared with Y/N was harder than trying to get clean. The thought that had propelled me forward into getting clean was that I felt as though I would be disrespecting Y/N by not staying clean. They had been the reason all those years ago that I had spilled the clear liquid down the toilet and I needed to do it again, if only for them.

The boxes were something that were easier to ignore. I could ignore them by turning my back to the stack of boxes, choosing instead to stare at the painted walls of my apartment instead. There was no reason for me to stop ignoring the boxes, no one was trying to pressure me to open them besides my therapist. Everyone else in my life had no expectations for me to open them at any time, if ever, including Y/N’s family.

But, it had begun to feel like maybe I could try to attempt to open the boxes. I wasn’t sure what had finally prompted my brain into thinking that perhaps it would be a good thing to stop ignoring it. I stopped trying to understand why my mind works the way it does long ago, I had poured enough time into my life thinking about that.

I had felt this overwhelming urge to be able to look back at things that once belonged to them with some semblance of peace. I wanted to enjoy the memories we had together once more. I was tired of letting the memories get soiled by the unsub, I deserved to still think back on the one that I loved with a smile. I deserved to be able to preserve their memories with happiness and not let them sour with sadness. I wouldn’t let the unsub be able to kill something else while he was behind bars, my memories.

I was ready.

I was ready to open those boxes.

I was ready to at least try.

I was ready to try and look back at the memories.

I wasn’t going to let their memory die too.

My first attempt to open the boxes in the corner of my bedroom consisted of me staring for two hours at the stacks. I knew that I at least wanted to try to attempt to open a box, even if it was the smallest of the bunch.

That day I had gotten the lid of one of the boxes open. That was as much as I could handle emotionally in that moment. There was a small part of myself that wanted to push myself to look inside the box, but I couldn’t do it that night. That night I laid down on the bed, again facing the wall, unwilling to look at the boxes. I knew if I did I’d feel as if I had failed and I had to keep trying to convince myself that small progress was still progress.

I tried again despite the swirling anxiety in the hole in my chest.

I was still willing because I still wanted to have my memories unsullied by sadness.

I still knew that I deserved that despite my volatile elemental emotions threatening to push me into another toxic loop.

The next time I tried to look in the box I had previously opened just a little I immediately got choked, recognizing the contents sat at the top surrounded by other smaller insignificant items. I only managed to grab one of their old tchotchkes that used to sit on their desk in the bullpen. It was insignificant enough of an item that it didn’t make me fall into an endless loop of my emotions. I clutched it all night while I tried to sleep, though I still faced away from the boxes.

I hadn’t given up yet I still wanted to try, if only for them.

I would still try for them, even if I didn’t succeed, I still felt better for trying.

It had taken me awhile to muster up the courage to look at the box again, even though I still wanted to try I was scared that the contents would be too much for my fragile psyche. What I had gotten a glimpse of at the top of the box was something that used to be important for Y/N.

The next time I tried to look I successfully managed to pick up the item that had triggered the painful memory in my mind. It was ironically, it was another box.

The box wasn’t something that was explicitly tied to memories that we shared together. I knew it to be a music box from their childhood, given to them by someone that had meant so much to them. Out of curiosity I cranked the knob on the side and slowly opened the lid, wondering if I could handle the sounds of a song that I had often heard every time they had opened it to listen to the twinkle of the box they cherished.

As soon as the beginning notes of Swan Lake floated into the air I slammed to top shut, unwilling to open up the box of my emotions all the way just yet. I knew I couldn’t get rid of it, it was too important of an artifact in Y/N’s life. Though I knew that this wasn’t something I could keep to myself, this belonged to Y/N’s family. I clutched the box for a second in my arms when I came to the realization that the trinket should be with someone else as if it would be cruelly ripped from my arms right then and there. I felt a little fire being stoked in my belly at the thought of people taking it from me, even though there was no one there in my lonely apartment with me.

I started a breathing exercise that my therapist had told me to use when I felt like this. No matter how much it pained me to admit it, it did help immensely in snuffing out the emotions when I could feel them begin to spiral out of control.

I couldn’t let myself fall into an endless loop of volatile emotions again. I had worked hard to get clean after I had started to write my amends. It had been a hard uphill battle even after I had written down my amends, my grief hadn’t magically gone away that day. Getting clean had been much harder without my rock and the person who had helped me get clean the first time around. I wouldn’t disrespect their memory by going back to dilaudid again.

Once the initial fear began to fade and my breathing had grown steady I forced myself to loosen my grip on the music box. I then carefully set it down in a place that would be suitable enough for a stack of things I’d pass off to other people that had been important to them. I hoped I’d soon be ready to make a donation pile despite that I despised the mere thought of giving something away that belonged to them to a mere stranger.

It was already too much for today, I could only bear looking at the one item. I didn't know how I’d be able to handle it if the box was filled with more trinkets that were important to them. I did however find myself thinking when I laid down on my bed for the night after a hot shower to relax my mind. I found my mind thinking about the trinkets they’d had an affinity for collecting. It still brought tears to my eyes to think about giving away their stuff, even if it was to people who also mattered in their life. But, I found myself thinking about their old cute little trinkets without as much pain, though it was definitely still there.

Maybe tomorrow when I try, I’d do better.

The small box that I had begun to unpack over a series of days didn’t hold anything else seemingly important to Y/N’s life. Besides the music box I had found prior, the small box was only filled with unimportant trinkets that thankfully didn’t spark much meaning in my mind. It was obvious that when the team had initially helped me to put their stuff away until I was ready that things had been put away in a slight haste. They must’ve done it so quickly as a way to try and help me. The animosity that I had held towards my team for the last year because of Y/N’s death had been slowly melting away over time. I still wasn’t as friendly as I had been before, but I knew my frigid nature after the event hadn’t been justified. I knew now that they had only my best interests at heart, even if they didn’t always pinpoint what they were correctly. I had even begun to regain some of my desk duties once I had gotten clean. It had felt good to feel somewhat normal even though the sight of their desk directly across from mine and their still empty round table chair still made my heart pang with grief.

I had even begun texting them more frequently again, though I was still aversive to text, so I guess it still wasn’t that often. Some things really do never change despite the fact that my life had turned on its head in the past year. I had even begun to write letters to my mom again.

I knew I was lucky to still have people by my side, even if it wasn’t the one I knew deep down I still wanted with me.

I thought I could have at least done the box without crying anymore.

That was until I found something at the bottom of the box that made the dam holding my memories back in my mind break to flood my mind. The book would probably seem inconsequential compared to the rest of the items that I knew sat in the other boxes. Most people would assume after just looking at the surface level what items of Y/N’s meant most to me, the ones I wanted to keep. The black paper back was well worn around the edges, almost like if I read it too frequently and I wasn’t too careful that the spine would break. I ran my fingers up and down the battered book as I began to willingly reminisce. To other people the book would’ve looked beaten already beyond repair, maybe as if it had not been loved enough, battered perhaps because of neglect.

But, just like me I knew that Y/N had loved the book more than most people would be willing to.

I knew that I wanted to keep this book, no matter how painful I knew their contents would be for me. I hoped that I’d be able to read it so much that I’d be afraid for the binding of the book, just to be able to feel close to them again. Though I wasn’t quite sure if I was ready to dig up this particular memory, it might still be too painful for me.

I remember they had bought this book for us after I had connected with a grieving father on a case. He had specifically quoted a poem to me that stuck with me for weeks after. Once I had told them of the excerpt quoted to me they had immediately grabbed a copy of where it had originated from, a long Wordsworth poem. The book “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” became their favorite quickly, in fact it used to take residence in the top drawer of their nightstand. They had often loved to read me their favorite excerpts at night just before bed when my eyes couldn’t stand to focus on the pages anymore.

When I opened the well worn book it flipped open to where they had set their bookmark last, I recognized the excerpt immediately. My breath got caught up in my throat when the words danced around in my vision. I wasn’t sure if I could face this specific excerpt quite yet, or even be able to read any part of the poem. The book held so many memories of them. This specific poem held so much meaning to the both of us.

However, there was something in me that wanted to try. I wanted to be able to read the poem again and remember the memories we shared fondly. I wanted to be able to enjoy my memories with them. I had come to realize over the past year that their memory deserved to be nurtured with fondness not overwhelmed with sadness.

So, I decided to try.

The memory’s attached to the excerpt immediately began flooding back even as soon as I read the beginning words. The bookmark had landed on the page that had been quoted to me by the grieving father, the words holding even more meaning in my life now than ever before.

“What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my-“

The tears in my eyes blurred my vision, so much so that I had to stop reading for a moment to wipe my eyes. I didn’t know if I wanted to continue, just those first few lines were already weighing heavily on my mind. I was already focusing on the radiance that had left my life forever. A radiance that was once so bright, but was now snuffed out, forever taken from my sight. My sorrow was creeping in with small little waves in my mind, I just had to hope that it wouldn't drown me. I didn’t want to get stuck on an endless loop of emotions again, I had just gotten fully clean a little while ago.

Even though I was feeling intensely emotional over just the first few words I wanted to keep trying. I wanted to read this poem and smile. I wanted to be able to look back at our memories with love, to take back what had been polluted by the acts of a heinous man. Once I had somewhat collected myself and my thoughts I began to read again from the beginning of the excerpt-

“What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,”

My entire being could not help but ache as I read the words, still aching for the presence of the one who had been forever taken from my sight. When I reached that part that I remembered asking the grieving man about all those years ago, the words held an even deeper meaning to me now than I ever thought possible. There was nothing I could do to bring back the hour where I was still in my lover’s embrace. I wanted to be back in the moments of splendour in the grass and glory in the flower, I knew that soon I’d have to fully accept that it wasn’t possible.

Again I had to wipe tears from my eyes before continuing to read the stanza. This time a few tears dribbling down onto the pages, marking them with my sadness forever no matter if it dried into the parchment or not. I continued to read the page despite the saltwater that continued to drip down my face,

“We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind”

I felt a small watery smile creep onto my face, it had been so long since I had remembered to smile with sincerity. I was thinking about some of the times they had read this to me as I tried to drift off into a most likely restless sleep. Though I had always slept better when they read to me. At the time the words hadn’t meant as much to me as they did now, I now had a permanent connection to the feeling of grief that would never be erased. For the first time in a long time thinking about them didn’t hurt as much for a moment, I actually smiled, even though it was rather watery. No matter how small or sad the smile was, I was still smiling. And, I knew in that moment that Y/N would’ve been proud of me.

I pondered on the stanza’s meaning in a deeper way than I had done before. The things stated in the stanza about how I would gain strength from this situation made me contemplate what Y/N would’ve wanted me to do after their death. They wouldn’t want me to give up as I had done before, they had always wanted the best for me. They would want me to gain strength from the situation.

They would want me to grow from the pain that sat in my chest.

They would want me to move on, to accept.

I didn’t know if I’d ever find someone else that I’d ever love as much as I loved them. I didn’t really ever want to, I had found my true love already. Maybe one day I’d find someone to fall in love with again and if I did I knew they would be happy that I was able to move on with someone else. Even if I ever did move on with someone else there’d always be a part of my heart that belonged to Y/N. For now I was ready to move on in a different way. I was ready to live my life without them, by myself.

The trauma of losing them would always weigh heavily on my soul, I’d carry that with me until I rejoined them in the earth. But, I was now ready to keep living, if only for them. I felt less guilty now since I had grown to realize that they’d want me to try and live the rest of my life as fully as I could. They’d want me to try and find happiness. I didn’t know if I would ever truly find it again, whether it was on my own or with someone else.

They may have been forever taken from my sight, but I found comfort in the fact that the radiance they brought into my life would always reside in me. Instead of letting the deep hole in my chest gape until the hour of my death, I’d let it fill with the radiance of their memory.

I was ready to try.

I was ready to try even if I knew the water that felt like I could drown in, the fire that burned so hot that anyone near it would get burned, the earth that I had wished would bury me with the pebbles I had chosen to cope with, and even the polluted air of my sadness around with me everyday would sometimes take ahold of me again no matter how hard I tried.

I’d always carry those emotions with me, but I knew I was ready.

“Nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.”

I knew I was ready because their memory would always be with me to give me strength and to guide me. They’d always be there to help me try to live the rest of my life peacefully.

When I slept that night I faced the boxes while clutching the book to my chest.

Even though it still would always hurt on some level, I was ready to live in a reality where I could accept.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

A normal morning in the castle of Elfhame

*shouts are heard coming form Jude and Cardan's room*

Random servant: Another fight this morning? I don't think their union is going to last...

Meanwhile in Jurdan's room

Cardan:*singing very loudly and jumping on the bed* WE FOUND LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE

Jude: :*also singing very loudly and on cardans back* WE FOUND LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACEEEEEEE

116 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 21:40:08 GMT

#4

The foxes in a poetry slam:

A/N: Idk why I made this, its stupid but Im tired and bored so here you go

Nicky: Kevin Day, Kevin night. Kevin may, Kevin bite

Kevin: I do not bite

Neil: Shut up, its my turn

Neil: I drew and drew and drew

Andrew: You drew me? Why are you so obsessed

Neil: I didnt-

Dan: He didn't draw Andrew

Nicky: He didn't say draw, he said drew

Allison: DREW IS THE PAST TENSE OF DRAW

Nicky: NO, DREW IS OUR TEAMMATE

Aaron: YOU FOOLS, HE SAID DRU AS IN DRU FROM DESPICABLE ME 3

Neil: Who is Dru-

Allison: YOUR BOYFRIEND

Aaron: HE SAID DRU, NOT DREW ARE YOU DEAF

Kevin: I am very confused, why are we reciting poems, we're athletes not poets

Matt: Shut up, this is entertaining

Andrew: My name isn't Drew, dont call me that or I'll kill you

Coach Wymack: My players are dumber than preschoolers

Betsy: At least they're bonding

Abby: *records the whole thing*

125 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 13:10:02 GMT

#3

Andrew: Say something in a British accent

Neil: *in a perfect british accent* God saved the queen but Philip wasn't as lucky

Andrew, mentally: I didnt know talking about the queen could be so sexy why am i fucking blushing WHY IS NEIL SO HOT AND TALENTED AND SPECIAL, I WASNT PREPARED DOR THIS SHIT WHEN I ASKED HIM YES OR NO-

Andrew, physically: Thats cool ig

168 notes • Posted 2021-11-20 13:44:02 GMT

#2

Its almost 2 am but I just reread aftg and decided to write this:

It's become a tradition for Andrew and Neil to shower together, Neil gently removing Andrew's armbands and Andrew washing Neil's hair. Neil knows to be careful when touching Andrew but Andrew trusts him and places Neil's hands in his.

Andrew steals borrows Neil's clothes because he likes that Neil's scent is all over them. He is an absolute demon when its time to wash his favourite stolen hoodie after wearing it for 2 weeks straight but makes replaces the smell of detergent with Neil by cuddling.

Andrew cannot sleep peacefully without Neil. It's either they fall asleep, their arms wrapped around each other with their limbs entangled or Andrew being the big spoon. When they can't sleep they lay in bed without talking and Andrew traces Neil's scars, feeling him relax under his touch and relishing the fact that out of 7 billion people in the world, there is one special person who feels safe in his arms.

Andrew grabs Neil's hands at quiet, lazy moments when they're alone. He rubs his thumb over Neil's palm. Feeling the calluses and lines. Mapping out the roughness of his skin. Memorising the sleekness of his fingers. Just to remind himself that Neil is there with him, and he's not leaving.

Neil has made a habit of ranting to Andrew about his day, starting from when he left thier apartment to when he got home. Unknown to him, Andrew listens to the daily complaints, even cracking a small smile (by small i mean smaller than than my will to get over the book series)

Andrew wouldn't admit it but he enjoys reading books, mostly literature. Due to this, him and Neik spend some evenings tangled together on their couch with a pile of books over the blanket cocooning them. Andrew reads out loud to Neil knowing that Neil only listens because of the amusing coments he inserts in between lines.

When driving together, Andrew places his hand on Neil's knee which is usually bouncing from unused energy. Neil has told Andrew that using both hands to drive can prevent their deaths but he actually likes that Andrew cares more about him than hitting a school bus and dying. Neil jokingly makes a playlist for when they're stuck in traffic but Andrew enjoys it so much (though he would never say it out loud) that he plays it on repeat, even when they're not driving.

When painting his nails (usually black), Andrew blankly tells Neil to head over and choose a colour. Neil goes for pastel colours just for the fun of it. This becomes a tradition and almost gives Kevin a heart attack when he finds them on the floor of their living room, Andrew painting Neil's nails cotton candy blue on a Friday night. Of course, they are teased by Nicky for having a "bff slumber party" but this soon stops when Andrew nonchalantly grabs a kitchen knife.

207 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 23:25:13 GMT

#1

Drunk Neil: Drew, the floor is lava, carry me *proceeds to try and climb on Andrew's back*

Andrew: Get off me you shithead. You didnt even have a lot to drink, lightweight

Also Andrew:Fucking adorable *gives him a piggyback ride to their room*

228 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 18:58:58 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[nialltlynch]

mid-year book freakout

thank you @flitwickslittlebrotha !! i have been in a reading slump and this is just what i need to get back in the groove (probably)

Best Book You've Read So Far in 2021? I'm gonna say Alone with You in the Ether because I read that book in one night, and then reread it again in the same week, then went back to snippets that I enjoyed many many times since then which is practically unheard of for me (i usually dont revisit things at all and if I do its years later)

Best Sequel You've Read So Far in 2021? said quietly with my head in my hands...Mister Impossible.

New Release You Haven't Read Yet, But Want To? A Swim in a Pond in the Rain i guess????? I dont really keep up with whats new and what isnt, im very bad at it. thats the only one on my list that i know for sure was released this year.

Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2021? cheating because this list is long and I dont want to read the whole thing: Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World

Biggest Disappointment? I have zero hopes for most books but I did not finish These Violent Delights. did not like that one At All.

Biggest Surprise? bro the Wizard of Oz books are fun! I remember reading the original and Ozma of Oz way back when I was a kid but I went through a read a bunch of them sporadically throughout this year and they're just. so fun. I was surprised by how much I've enjoyed them because I usually only go for one or two out of a series but they're such small bites it's easy to consume a few of them.

Favorite New Author? not really favorite and not really new, but daniel handler? I only read A Series of Unfortunate Events for the first time back when the netflix show was coming out and I didn't realize he also wrote The Basic Eight which I read this year and enjoyed. so I have a few of his other books sitting on my tbr for whenever I get around to it, which is about as favorite as it can really get with me. (but i have misgivings about him even though i know nothing of him so eh)

Newest Fiction Crush? charlotte regan <333

Newest Favorite Character? I remember having like. a week long freakout about mr. gregor dandolo to the point where I made a pretty sick graphic edit about him. I still do think about him sometimes and even though I have absolutely no interest in the overarching plot/other main characters in the founders trilogy, I'll probably skim through the last book for any gregor crumbs. he's got potential that I enjoy.

Book That Made You Cry? does Crush count? i dont cry much at books or anything but this certainly elicited a lingering feeling of sombre reflection.

Book That Made You Happy? all the books in The Wizard of Oz series! again, they're just really fun and cute.

Favorite Book Adaption You Saw This Year? the only book adaption I know for a fact I watched was Shadow & Bone which I really enjoyed despite never finishing any of the source material lmao

Favorite Review You've Written This Year? I dont really write reviews. I tried making edits for each book I read, which was sort of reflective of how I felt about them maybe? the one i made for The Bone Houses has received the most attention. I should get back to that. very fun.

Most Beautiful Book You Bought So Far This Year? I like my owl crate version of Mister Impossible because it has a sword on it (but kk! all the covers have swords on them. please shut up I do not see the cover 🙈)

What Books Do You Need To Read By The End of The Year? good question!! i dont really have any MUST READS but ive really really been meaning to read The Left Hand of Darkness (or any other of her works really), The Locked Tomb trilogy, and/or The Scorpio Races.

thank you!! i dont really know the cross section of who is currently reading and who's already done this but i will tag: @semicolonsandsimiles @mintmemories @bookwormlostinwonderland @laneway. no pressure, as always.

[vankoya]

Ok wow, now that you've explained a little bit the last scene I think I get it more? It's not that I didn't before but I think I was just focusing on one side of the story (very nice of me since I don't like to invalidate feelings lmao) I think that from the beginning I know that neither yoongi or the oc are right, but at the same time neither of them are wrong? Idk how to put it into words. It's like if as I've been overlooking at the subtle (or maybe obvious but I'm just dumb) wrong stuff+

Yoongi has been doing because I was focusing on the word "accident". I was like ok yoongi's like that bc oc is mad and they fight. Now that I realize all this and reread the last scene, I see what all those details ("yoongi went to the soft meat" and "he ignored the strongest parts of oc comments") maybe mean. Im probably just wrong again and should just shut up until next update but this have made me feel even more excited about this whole story💞💞💞💞💞💞 again: YOU'RE AMAZING!!!

No no you’re not wrong at all!! That’s exactly how I want the readers of the series to view it: Neither of the characters are right, and neither of them are wrong. Because, overall, this isn’t a story about taking sides. It’s a story about seeing how two characters will come to work through their differences and attempt to reunite. It’s a story about love not being easy 😌

Thank you so much for reading, I hope that you enjoy the final part whenever I get it written and posted over the next few weeks!! 🌸💞✨