i'm rereading the haunting of hill house and it's rearranging my brain
read the book, it's lesbians all the way down
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[1. cartoony character designs for Link and Zelda from Spirit Tracks. Zelda is tall and lanky, with Tetra's darker skin. she is holding her hands up like raptor hands or perhaps a cartoon ghost in both her "living" and "spirit" version, which is tinted blue. Link is short with freckles and dark blonde hair. in the first, he is in his blue engineer uniform with a red hat and scarf, in the second he is wearing an oversized green coat and hat.
2. four drawings of scenes from Spirit Tracks: 1. Link and Zelda in her room. She says, thinking hard, "...so I think something is wrong". 2. Link gets the spirit pipes and holds them up. Zelda smiles behind him. 3. Link distracts a guard while Zelda sneaks behind a hedge. 4. Link looks at spirit Zelda in alarm while she floats up by the ceiling of her room]
Spiritracks the railway cat
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"Is this really the world we fought so hard for?"
It was a question that always seemed to be on Blondie's mind lately. It was the only thing she could think to say as she stood in Ashlynn Ella's castle, watching the snow fall atop her fresh grave.
Apple, her friend her once-upon-a-time lover her, Apple White, ruler of Ever After, glanced over at her. "Whatever after do you mean?"
Blondie stared out the window and tried to bite her tongue. This conversation was pointless, nothing she could say would change what was. But that budding investigative journalist inside her, the one who wanted to change the world, the one she thought was stamped out long ago, couldn't leave it alone.
"Did we really fight for a future where our friends drop like flies? And condemn those who didn't agree to death along with them?"
She laughed. "Don't be silly. I haven't sentenced anyone to death."
Blondie turned around to face her. "What about Raven?"
"What about her?" Apple's gaze was piercing.
Blondie stared her down, but Apple didn't falter. Instead, she returned the stare with intensity. Blondie sighed and looked away. She couldn't stand up to Apple, she never had been able to. But the flame of anger in her still burned, and instead, she shifted the conversation.
"How many of our friends have to die for you to admit you were wrong? How many have there already been? Briar, Ashlynn, Ginger, Humphrey, Duchess, Meeshell, we're in our thirties, Apple. And yet, I'm attending a funeral every other week."
For a moment, there was no response. Then, she heard the clacking of Apple walking away. "The Ella estate is sorted out. I believe we're done here."
Blondie wanted to stop her. She wanted to scream at her. To curse the unfairness of it all. How hypocritical of her, when she had played no small part in the war of destiny versus choice.
Why? Why had she ever agreed with the side of destiny? Why had she thought this was better? Why had her own happy ever after been worth setting up her friends for slaughter? Why? Why? Why?
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