#thoughts while reading

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Reading Iron Flame: and the irony of Violet lying/“selective truthing” to Rhiannon (her best friend) who is constantly asking her what she doesn’t know, why she doesn’t ask for help because she’s there for her… and Violet can’t tell her, even goes so far as to avoid her… Meanwhile, Violet can’t be with Xaden because he can’t tell her everything & she doesn’t feel like that’s love??? I’m not saying any of it is invalid either way… I’m just finding it an interestingly complex paradoxical dynamic & internally cringing slightly cause like Vi, I think Rhi is trustworthy & could be super helpful (their squad already feels like a rebellion with Ridoc alone not to mention Sawyer & the whole truly rebel crew).

[acourtofquestions]

…so if Maeve’s power is strong enough to make Rowan believe Lyria is his mate… what does that mean for when she makes Aelin think Rowan’s dead? — Daily episode of I hate my brain & OW SARAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME I HATE MAEVE MOST OF ALL

[chloristoflora]

Just started reading Best Served Cold and when I see the word 'Talins' I can't help but think about Tallinn (the Estonian capital) all the time

[josilverdragon]

Not sure how I feel about the golden retriever in the black cat x golden retriever pairing turning into the dominant partner in this couple. But I'm far enough in I think I can finish the book.

It's okay. Another book I wish I'd read before buying but at least this one I can read lol

[words-writ-in-starlight]

honestly my mother was a huge champ about her eight-year-old asking to be bought an unabridged edition of the Odyssey for a birthday present, and then she was an equally huge champ about reading her eight-year-old the unabridged Odyssey as a bedtime story and pausing every four lines to define something for me, and let me just say that I have fucking TREASURED the opportunity to reverse that old tradition by more or less forcing her to sit on my couch and listen to Epic and pause it every four lines for my dissertation

[wordwings]

*kicks down your door* It might seem like a plot hole that no one thought about the possibility of Dracula being invited into the asylum by Renfield (or any other patient) but actually it speaks to the way Renfield’s personhood is being denied mainly by Jack Seward, but also the rest of the crew in part through their reliance on Seward’s expertise. Which also ties into the way they have decided to shut out Mina at the very same time. It literally just did not occur to them that the patients living in the same building as them would have any claim to the residency that allows someone to grant the permission a vampire needs to enter a home. But of course the asylum is the patients’ home just as much as it is Jack’s! They live there! In short this fatal blow dealt to the heroes at this crucial juncture comes about through both their sexism and their ableism. Good night. *puts your door back on its hinges again and leaves*

[attemptofpoetry]

I have a hard time understanding why gender neutral bathrooms are an issue cause most people have already used one at least once in their life if a business only has one bathroom for patrons���

[orionis13]

This moment brought to you by ice feast

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[bl-mitchum]

Reading Sherlock Holmes and there are so many scenes where Holmes is just at the foot of Watson’s bed, wide awake at a questionable hour like, “Hello, my dear Watson! I have studied bicycles all night!” What a little cryptid.

[tempo-takoyaki]

"It would be my pleasure to give you a proper tour and introduce you to everyone."

Here is my full illustration for @svsssbigbang for the fanfiction Night at Cang Qiong Museum by @adventure-waffles! An incredible Night at the Museum x Scum Villain AU! Don't hesitate to also check out the other two artists incredible pieces for this fanfiction: dustmeadowx and qiye!

And since I know that tumblr tends to destroy the quality of my illustrations, here are some close-ups under the cut:

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

I’m about 60% through Onyx Storm —

And I can’t decide if I’m surprised/confused by that, because I feel like little has actually happened or completely overwhelmed by everything that has happened; because it’s been nonstop and feels like we’re so far from the start (or more so end of Iron Flame)… yet terrified because there is no cure in sight! — Not even a failed trial… there’s just nothing. Even Quest Squad is still trying to form.

And I’m scared of where the next turn may leave me for the next 2 years waiting!!!

[acourtofquestions]

Chapter 7 has some very Kingly moments for Dorian:

Asterin gave him a wicked grin. "Morning, Your Majesty."

"It is a king's mercy you receive," Dorian said coldly, "and I'd suggest being quiet long enough to receive it." Rarely, so rarely did Manon hear that voice from him, the tone that sent a thrill through her blood and bones. A king’s voice.

But he was not her king. He was not the coven leader of the Thirteen.

Dorian's sapphire eyes churned, the hand on his sword tightening. Manon tensed at that contemplative, cold stare. The hint of the calculating predator beneath the king's handsome face.

"A king without his crown asks for a lowly spider's name," she murmured, her depthless eyes setting on him. "You cannot pronounce it in your tongue, but you may call me Cyrene." Manon ground her teeth. "It doesn't matter what we call you, as you'll be dead soon."

But Dorian cut her a sidelong glance. "The Ruhnns are a part of my kingdom. As such, Cyrene is one of my subjects. I think that gives me the right to decide whether she lives or dies."

"You are both at the mercy of my coven,"

Manon snarled. "Step aside."

Dorian gave her a slight smile. "Am I?" A wind colder than the mountain air filled the pass.

He could kill them all. Whether by choking the air from them or snapping their necks. He could kill them all, and the wyverns included. The knowledge carved out another hollow within him. Another empty spot. Had it ever troubled his father, or Aelin, to bear such power?

Manon ignored the spider. "And when she shifts in the night to rip us apart?"

Dorian only inclined his head, ice dancing at his fingertips. "She won't."

Cyrene sucked in a breath. "A rare gift of magic." Her stare turned ravenous as she took in Dorian. "For a rare king."

Manon glanced to Asterin. Her Second's eyes were wary, her mouth a tight line. Sorrel, a few feet behind, glowered at the spider, but her hand had dropped from her sword.

The Thirteen, on some unspoken signal, peeled away to their wyverns. Only Cyrene watched them, those horrible, soulless eyes blinking every now and then as her teeth began to clack.

Manon angled her head at him. "You're … different today."

He shrugged. "If you want someone to warm your bed who cowers at your every word and obeys every command, look elsewhere."

Her stare drifted to the pale band around his throat. "I'm still not convinced, princeling," she hissed, "that I shouldn't just kill her."

"And what would it take, witchling, to convince you?"

A muscle flickered in Manon's jaw. Things from legends—that's who surrounded him. The witches, the spider ... He might as well have been a character in one of the books he'd lent Aelin last fall. Though none of them had ever endured such a yawning pit inside them.

[akanemnon]

THAT'S A LOTTA DAMAGE (emotional damage that is)

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[lucabyte]

even dogs pass the mirror test