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cruesins · 5 years ago

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FINALLY , these are some little somethings ! if you’d like to plot with either of these muses , please hit that like button ( don’t forget to check the connection’y thingies plz ) i’m not good with discord so i apologize for taking so long to respond to messages . happy day~ ( deni , she/her , gmt+9 , disc : gay fairy#6371 )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍

† ◞ 𝚒'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 , 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ; that there is ONYX SEO , notorious for being ( materialistic ) and ( temperamental ) , but there are times when he can be ( individualistic ) and ( optimistic ) . i’ve heard that he could pass as a KIM TAEHYUNG doppelganger , but i don’t see it . the ( twenty four ) year - old demi male ( witch ) has been in town for ( a year ) and they are a ( cashier at one man’s treasure ) affiliated with ( the blackwood coven ) . they tend to spark images of skyline views from a water tower , popped bubblegum & the feathered , frayed edges of well-loved tarot cards .

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲.

onyx swore when he moved to town a year ago that things would be different . he’d handle his deceased grandparents’ affairs for his mother , join a nice little coven , and most importantly : stay out of trouble . after That Day in jeonju , some peace and quiet in a podunk town was just what he needed . months have passed with few issues and onyx is basically a kept young man with a full-time job , a trailer to call home , and coven mates to call mentors as he learns to temper his ill-behaving , wild magic . recent discoveries in the creaking bones of his grandparents’ home re-awaken a curiosity about the power running through his blood , and this time , the cards he lives his life by promise a different ending .

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

date of birth. january 29th , 1996 ∕ sun sign. aquarius ∕ moon sign. taurus ∕ chinese zodiac. rat ∕ character alignment. chaotic neutral ∕ personality type. enfp ∕ temperament. sanguine ∕ hometown. jeonju , korea ∕ sexual attraction. pansexual ∕ romantic attraction. panromantic ∕ home. huntington trailer park ∕ haunts. the swimming hole , lafayette cemetary , the scoop , big slice , wickery forest

personality. curious , naive , rebellious and intuitive . onyx grew up placing a lot of trust in his coven leaders and mentors , but has grown and more and more excited about the prospect of pushing his magical abilities to their limits . he trusts himself most of all , follows his gut and the way the world whispers to him no matter what others say ( and now those whispers say more , more , more ) he’s intrigued by other people and supernaturals . messy ------ impulsive , slightly erratic in the way he handles things . he’s made messes before and he’s bound to do so again . generous and compassionate , but confident to the point of vanity .

an elemental witch with ancestral legacies

came to town to handle his grandparents’ estate after they passed . they were estranged from his mother , so he’s learning a bit of familial history . they were ancestral witches , but fell out of the coven after dealing with demons to enhance their powers ( connections : demons , person who bought very recently bought their house / is buying their house now , townsfolk who knew them around town as the weirdos who went Hella Weird as they grew older )

very much tied to the earth , but is Tempted by the power ancestral magic promises . will discover a tome , spells , and more from his grandparents’ home that heighten that urge to explore magic ( connections : “guinea pigs” , a best friend / confidante , coven members who sense his distancing , tempters , clients for divination / herbal magic )

currently lives at huntington trailer park . big into plants and reptiles . spends a lot of time at the swimming hole , in the cemetery and anywhere that sells cheap food ( special notes : vegan , wears vintage only . talks to furniture and incredibly sensitive to changes in the weather and atmosphere ) makes herb-infused candles and tattoos temporary protective runes for extra cash . always has a tarot deck with him . ( connections : friends , neighbors , clients who either trust his witchcraft and those who just think they’re amusing him , fellow supernatural enthusiasts )

pulled a bill gates and dropped out of witch college , felt like learned more through personal trial and error . ( connections : more “bookish” witches , fellow coven mates , other witches he vibes with , “bad” influences )

wanted arcs : destruction , exploration , finding stability

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓

† ◞ 𝚒'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 , 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ; that there is LILITH , notorious for being ( judgmental ) and ( aloof ) , but there are times when she can be ( maternal ) and ( generous ) . i’ve heard that she could pass as a MICHELLE PFEIFFER doppelganger , but i don’t see it . the ( unknown / sixty ) year - old demi female ( demon ) has been in town for ( three years ) and they are a ( principal at watermount middle school ) affiliated with ( lucifer ) . they tend to spark images of crushed velvet and dark lace , freshly rolled cigarettes , blood red is the new black .

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲.

cw : depression’y , kind of ??

immortality isn’t so heavy . days bleed into decades which bleed into centuries . maybe lilith’s known it all along , but she’s finally starting to look up and notice how the world’s passing them all by . after losing children and lovers , she’s settled in watermount in search of a peace of mind . she doesn’t know whether it’s the body she’s chosen to live in or what , but she’s just now starting to imagine what eternity may feel like ------ bleary , bland nothingness . same cycles every century . always the same problems , always the wrong answers . it hasn’t fucked with her groove before , so why now ? believing a taste of her old comrades may help awaken the desire to exist again , lilith’s settled in this small , creepy town and is hoping --- hoping --- the foggy streets will cure her of the blues .

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

date of birth. unknown ∕ sun sign. unknown ∕ moon sign. unknown ∕ chinese zodiac. unknown ∕ character alignment. lawful evil ∕ personality type. enfp ∕ temperament. choleric ∕ hometown. depths of hell ∕ sexual attraction. pansexual ∕ romantic attraction. panromantic ∕ home. the village ∕ haunts. the town square , cafe on main , crimson , moonlight salon

personality. angry , weary , protective and territorial . whiskey grandmother energy . spent centuries as a young little sprite doing her thing and now she just wants to chill for a while . falls in love incredibly easy with innocent faces and is drawn to youthful energies . not a fan of noise or showy things , most comfortable taking naps in her home with her array of stray cats and house guests . plays favorites without a doubt . oddly competitive . loves being pampered . a little lazy , lethargy heavy in the bones . clicks her tongue disapprovingly a lot and has mastered The Stare . hates and loves people and thinks everyone’s an idiot . antagonistic as hell towards holier-than-thous . doesn’t have time for your shit and your problems .

lilith is actually a very good principal —— though somewhat disorganized , she’s managed to corral ( scare ) test scores up by 30% overall the past few years . she has the PTA in the palm of her hand and attends all of the after-school events ( though she’s likely to be spotted in heavy sunglasses in the smoking section ) ( connections : old students , current students , parents around town , fundraiser attendees and coordinators )

lives in a “haunted” old victorian . heavy drapes , wrought-iron fences , overgrown vines , close to a cemetery and with furniture that’s mostly covered in dust protectors . despite the taboo appearance , it’s a known safe place for runaways or misfit children who need a place to stay , regardless of affiliation ( connections : former house guests , current house guests , young demons she’s --- gruffly --- keeping an eye on , neighbors )

can change her appearance at will to look younger . normally does at clubs because its’ easier on the ears and eyes , but sometimes she just does it just Because ( connections : past lovers --- in this life and in the past --- her own demonic spawn , catfishes )

disappears back into hell when she’s in mourning , and she’s incredibly protective over her children ( even the ones she doesn’t like ) ( connections : hunters , Too Curious Humans , angels and nephilim ) she despises the angelic taint and curses heaven for all the pain they’ve caused her and her kind since creation .

wanted arcs : healing , empowerment , crusade

#hell.intro

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tlaquetzqui · 3 years ago

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And I am saying this is not a thing. If you have society, you have friendship as humans understand it. Period. One is the other.

Know how we know? Because cats have friendship as humans understand it, with their humans and with each other and with other pets. We had to breed them for arrested development for them to do it much, because wildcats are essentially solitary as adults, but we made them feel it.

And atevi are not essentially solitary as adults. If fucking cats can do it, atevi can do it.

I am saying it is an idiot plot because there is exactly zero way for this plot to really happen, it is pretending a complexity or a difficulty that cannot exist. It’s exactly like in Halo 4 when Cortana says how she can tell the artificial sun inside the shield-world doesn’t have the right patterns of behavior to be natural, but she can never know if it “feels real”. What the hell do you think a human would be talking about if they said it didn’t “feel real”? They would mean exactly what she’s saying, they just don’t have a system log to spell out how they knew.

I am saying the entire plot comes from a fundamental error in philosophy of mind, the same qualia-fetishizing stupidity as the Cortana scene. You can never know that anybody’s experience of qualia is like yours. Ever. Everyone could even be very good philosophical zombies. Your identical twin, let alone different biosphere. But the minute you have society, you have friendship. Friendship is only a particularly close social-contract relationship. There is no way, none, not any, that you can have a difference of conceptualizing it, that you can’t convey in words.

We could convey “the Algonquians attacked English explorers because in their culture all-male parties are raiders”, and “the Navajo starved in the Long Walk even though the Army gave them plenty of food, because cornmeal can be eaten raw but wheat flour, which the Navajo had never seen before, can’t”, and “the Syriac and Coptic Churches entered schism with the Greek and Latin Churches because the rulings of the Council of Chalcedon sound like Nestorianism in Afro-Asiatic languages, while their counter-formulations sound like Monophysitism in Indo-European ones”. Those are the only three major times I am aware of that a misunderstanding got someone killed. We would be able to explain the difficulty with the atevi, and they, their difficulty with us. All concepts are translatable. It might take a paragraph where the other language needs a word (e.g. look up the Japanese word amaeru), but you can still translate it. Any translator who claims a concept does not translate, is trying to avoid doing work.

And people not understanding things, that they intrinsically can understand, because the writer needs conflict for their plot, is a fucking idiot plot.

(Then again, long after I read any of the Foreigner series, I came across Cherryh, a former Latin teacher, making the insane claim that raping slaves was not legal in ancient Rome. Not only was it, but so were plays with real onstage murders using slave stunt doubles. The rumor a prominent gourmet fattened his conger eels on slave flesh was probably false, but it spread for a reason. So she seems to be unaware of just how “alien” a society can be and she be completely capable of understanding their language.)

Edit: you can only not convey something in words, if it’s intrinsically not conceptualizable to anyone. You can’t convey how black holes really work or what God is really like, because you also can’t actually think of it, because your thought, being composed of subject and predicate, is intrinsically bad at dealing with singularities.

C. J. Cherryh’s atevi, from her Foreigner series, do not have the concept of friendship, and the human protagonist has a hard time explaining it to them. But…what? “I view you as siblings even though we are not related” conveys everything important; the fine details can be chalked up to different views of a sibling relationship.

And seriously, to have society is to have everything you need to know to understand friendship. “Social contract” is really just an agreement between families to treat unrelated people with the bare minimum non-hostility shown to kin; once you have that, treating some unrelated people as if they were relatives one actually has affection for, pretty much follows automatically.

It’s arguably the world’s smartest idiot plot, because it pretends people wouldn’t understand something that necessarily derives from something they do understand.

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otakuemilee · 8 years ago

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Just my thoughts on death note NETFLIX movie

So i watched the death note movie last night and GOOD LORD it was bad I mean if i had never seen the original I might have actually liked it but since I have there was so many plot holes and scences were missing most not even all of charters were off and a bunch of other stuff

(I’M CURRENTLY REWATCHING THE ORIGINAL SERIES )

Side note sorry for the spelling errors and missing words I wrote all of these at 12-3 in the morning

Holy shit this is so American right off the bat

3 cop cars lights blazing with in the first minute

Pft light Turner ( is he related to timmy Turner from fairy odd parents

Kay so misa is a cheerleader now ?kool I guess

Light Turner:that smart guy who dose other people’s math home work

Creeper stop looking at the cheerleaders creep

So misa is the head bitch of the cheer team?

In case if you forgot where the movie took place, there is a highschool/collage football team practicing with the cheerleaders neer by

Oh misa smokes now also during practice?also also where the hell did the cigeret come from and how is fit already lit?

Boy notices girl (I bet they are going to do it later on in the movie ()

“Fuck I think she likes me even though we probley never met before ” look

Edgy title sequences with flashing different colours

+ Roll credits

None of the T’s are side ways nor upside down

Oh shit rave time

Oh shit sudden winds

Did she inhale he cigeret ?

Oh geez the note book has fallen from the sky

Oh shit right its right beside me

Let’s grab it

Roll credits

Now it’s raining suddenly everyone run away

Bullies sucks

Classic I’m gonna beat up up and steal your money

Girl tries to be tough only to be pushed by the bully and guy yells out after catching her “DON’T TOUCH HER”

OH SHIT SMART GUY HAD BEEN HANDING OUT ANSWERS TO PEOPLE

smart guy tries to make the principal see the bigger picture of things for students

Why did light lose his mom at a young age

In the anime he had his mother why the odd detail of a lost one to justify the guy HANDING out answers to people and to be edgy ????

Kool girl can’t talk to the edgy guy of the school

Random ass jumpscare Falling asleep in detention cliques

Why did you have to push all the books off the desk you could have placed them on the desk either side of you? Also why all the books anyways ?

At least they kept the rules of the book right

Why dose the writing end here ?

Holy fuck flashing lights,damn it the power when out why?

WHAT THE FUCK MARBLES

Why are there millions of marble in here in a glass jar some where back there

“Anyone there” clique

What’s with the millions of jars in the front or back of the class??

WHAT or who knocked this over?

AH BIG SPIKY THING

HOLY FUCK IT LOOKED AT ME

*nocks a shelf down by falling into it from fear*

Random winds indoors

Locked door when shits going down clique

Light Turner is a little bitch

Screams for a whole minute quite to look at shit flying around the class room screams like a little bitch again

Oh shit everything stoped and this room is a mess I’m going to be untroubled for this

My Apple has been ate *dun dun dun*

Ah A DISIMBODY VOICE

Main character thinks they are sleeping in a odd senerior clique

“Eight foot demon lookin mother fucker” -light Turner

Was just freaking out a second ago but listens to what the “Eight foot demon lookin mother ” has to say and dose the thing he says to do

Oh shit that chick is getting bullied what do I do?

“Let’s kill them by writing their name in this ‘death note ”

God damn I know you want this person to die but by decapations that’s a little fucked up mate

I was right God damn, that’s disturbing! A fucking lader to the face , it didn’t even take the head completely off just where the mouth separates

Also the girl and that guy now needs some deep mentle health help now that shits gonna stay with them forever now

OH DAMN SON THAT’S NOT RIGHT

Oh shit I was talking to the demon lookin mother fucker and now he gone but the powers back on and the class room is a mess

-12 minute mark

Oh look the book I just used to kill that dude like just pick this back up and act like nothing happened

Awkward dinner with my father (OH shit wait where’s lights little sis?) With a earth quake happening at the same time

Mubble mubble? Mumble . Mumble mumble mumble? Mumble mumble? JUST SPEAK CLEARLY PLEASE

SO the mom got ran over and died and apparently talking about this makes light angry as hell?

Time to use the death note to write that guys name down or wait what don’t trust ryuk?

AH DEMON IN MY CLOSET

Let’s toss a Apple in here

“2 days? Wow your fingers are huge ”

Causal steals evidence from the folder of your dead mom’s case

Out of pure spite I’m gonna kill the one who killed my mother

That felt good

WHAT THE FUCK Hollywood I get it more blood the better but god damn vomitting blood after falling neck first onto a knife that’s just gross and yes shocking but ewwwwww

Fuck ryuk looks fucking creepy as fuck,

Also why is ryuk so sinnicual in this in the anime he’s just like to as you want I’ll be right here eating all of the apples

Let’s read this thing out in public no one will notice except my crush

Cheer leader girl is kinda messed up

Oh wow your name is Mia,U COULD HAVE KEPT THE NAME MISA

-22 minute mark

“ I can’t tell you what this is but if you really want to know lemme tell you all about it”

Girl thinks u are batshit crazy son

Out of everything they kept the hostage scene ???

Oh damn you killed a man I believe everything you say and do now

Back to the whole sub plot of mommy died now I’m emotionally dead inside and now I have this book I can feel something now

“ Let us make a new world light”

Takes the lady up to his room and I told you they were gonna fuck

“Lets kill every one bad to fine the good”

“ be named kira” “why kira ? What dose it mean ?” “I means light in Celtic or Russian like that ” ^— it means killer in the translation to English or to (*キラキラ*) shine/glitter in japanese you twat also Russian yes but it means like the sun And no way is it even close to having a Celtic background it’s Greek meaning lady

Okay they kept the prison scene but to a minimum

Why the fuck is L at the scene of the crime??? Why didn’t they cast him like the fans wanted, who cares about a diverse cast , we want the quirks of the actual charter to be shown

If they cut out the whole tennis since I’m gonna be sad and if they do the whole tough black guy thing I’m gonna be really upset with the character

What’s with the random ass song ???

No really wtf

A SINGLE SONG PUTS THE GREATEST DETIVE TO LIVE ASLEEP DON’T LET ANYONE KNOW ABOUT IT

WHERE’S MY OLD MAN WATARI WHAMMY ?

dose the dad even have a name or naw

Wahhh that was watari singing that random add song??? Why is he japanese he was a English gentalman(kinda)in the anime ????

WHAT NO WHY?

L IS A CLEAN FREAK NO CANDY IS SPLIT NO WHERE WHY YOU NO SIT CORRECT KNEES TO YOUR CHIN FEET ON THE FLOOR GOD DAME IT

but hey you have the room of which they meet in so I guess that’s cool or are you gonna gloss over that and not show the task force guys ?

Apparently talking about killing people gives Mia a boner good to know

NO TASK FORCE ? THE FUCK

JAMES TURNER WHY?????

OMG JUST EAT THE ICE CREAM YOU DICK

L WHAT NO THIS ISN’T HOW THAT HAPPENED THE PUT A FAKE

WHAT ABOUT THE SHINIGAMI EYES MOTHER DUCKED? WHERE S REM? MISA SHINIGMA WHAT ABOUT HER HUH? YOU MISSES A CRUSAL PLOT POINT DUMBASSES

ALSO IT WAS OVER A LEADERS CONFRENACE OF HEAD POLICE FORCE PEOPLE NOT A TYPICAL ONE COME ALL REPORTER MEET AND GREET

NO VOICE MODOFACATIONS EAITHER??? REALLY?

Hahaha they kept the stalking of light

WHAT THE FUCK happened

Let’s do all live interviews with a mass killer on the lose

Let’s drop all of the f bombs man screw ratings

WHO MADE RYUK THE GOD OF ALL SHINIGMAS? DID THEY NOT LOOK AT DEATH NOTE THIRTEEN? ALSO WHO MADE THIS BOOK?

LET’S JUST BE DICKS IN PUBLIC TO EACH OTHER

UM WHAT IS HAPPING

NO NO NO NO NO NO

THE DEATH NOTE DOSENT WORK LIKE THAT YO,U CAN’T KILL OFF THE ONE CHARATER THAT LEADS TO SOMETHING IMPORTANT ASLO MIA YOU MORE USELESS THAN THE CHARTER MISA AT LEAST SHE HAD THE SHINIGAMI EYES AND HAD A NPTE BOOK OF HER OWN AND ACTUALLY DID THINGS

WHAT THERE IS NO RULE 89 Its FAKE you idiot There’s only 6ish rules and they have the simplest of loop holds but misa can see them too she knows more than you do about the death note light Turner

Uh no what the hell is st.martains orphanage in Montauk IT WAS WHAMMYS ORPHANAGE IN LONDON ENGLAND WHERE MELLO,MATT AND N AND I GUESS BB LIVED AND WORKED ON BECOMING THE NEXT L BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT

??? Rochester wards what the hell is that??? I mean yeah sure yeah you got that part right about becoming great detectives but it was only yo become a sucesor to L Because he had a few months to live or whatever the time ACTUALly was

????? Now this is bull shit locking children away to make them stay sane? To be come a great deftective and the rest of which you are saying is shit , La in his thirty or so cause MATT and mello and near are all in their 20s or a wee bit older

Fuck this movie man

L looks so week in this like yeah watari is basically L’S father and what not but the guy I know and looked up to is being please as a guy who can’t do anything for him self watari this watari that I get it but there are things of which I don’t get about this portrale why dose he sleep for — amount of hours when we takes cat naps through out the day OKAY THIS TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE L IS RESTRICTED BY A POLICE OFFICER THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO EVERY FIGHTING TECHNIQUE LNOWN TO MAN BUT GOD FORBID A OFFICER TAKES HIM DOWN AND HEY LET’S TAKE THE MOST MENTAL STABLE MAN EVER AND TURN HIM INTO A NEVIOUSE MESS

SO WAIT NO TRAPS IN THE ROOM NO PENCILE IN THE DOOR NO GOOD FUCKING PARTS TO THE ORIGINAL YOU PEICE OF GARBAGE CREATER

THE ORIGINAL HAD A BETTER SOUND TRACK AND NOT SOME CHEEP OVER USED SCARY MOVIE BMG

THAT’S HOW WATARI DIES IN THIS SHITTY VERSION A SAD PATHTIC DEATH

WHAT THE FUCK there are no rules you twat

This movie honestly broke my heart turned L into a shallow mess of a characterwhich made him look so week skipped a bunch a details that made the anime what it was it slipped over MAT,mello and near and the final battle at the end misa sucked a lot the final scene really is the point where ryuk writes lights name in the book but booboo Mia had to write it and blah blah blah I AM THE FINAL BATTLE AND THERE IS 21:48 LEFT TO THIS SERISE WHAT THE FUCK IF GONNA HAPPEN??? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENES

NO BOTH OF THEM DIES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THAT’S HOW THIS SHIT ENDS OH WAIT NO SINCE LIGTS PAPER GOT BURNT IN A FIRE MEANS THE BITCH OH LIGHT ISN’T KIRA BECAUSE HE SAW HIS NAME A PAPER AND THESE DOSNENT HAPEN BECAUSE OF THIS AND THAT YOU MESSED UP BIG TIME MOVIE ALSO FUCK THE THE RULE OF WHO EVER TOUCHES THE NOTE BOOK SEES SHINIGAMI

FUCK THIS MOVIE TO THE FULLEST EXTENT THIS DID NO JUSTICE YOU THE ORIGINAL THIS WAS TERRIBLE AND I VERY MUCHED HATES HOW THE ENDING TURNES OUT FUCK YOU ADAM WINGARD AND ALL THOSE WHO HELPEd make this

Side note

WHO the hell comes into someone’s house and is all like HI yeah I know I don’t live here but gtfo the adults need to speak

#death note #netflix #i wasted so much time #please don't let this go mainstream please #for the love of god

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trouvelle · 8 years ago

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Dreams

A/N: I apologize in advance for any mistakes and errors in the story. Fandom: Detective Conan/Case Closed Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Kazuha Toyama Rating: G Genre/Tags: Soulmates AU Summary: His mother told him that the dreams would go away, that the dreams would stop. They never did. The dreams never stopped coming.

How can you miss someone you've never met?

Heiji didn't know how that works, all he knew was that it felt like there's an enormous, painful hole in his chest that refused to go away. It got worse when he woke up, when the dreams were still fresh in his mind, branded into his memories.

He had been having them for as long as he could remember, dreams filled with an wide eyed child about the same age, full of images of a life that wasn't his. Now, Heiji wasn't an unhappy child by any means—he's pretty loud and rowdy—but the only time he felt truly happy, was when he was asleep. When he was awake, it just felt wrong.

Like something was missing.

Someone.

Some nights the dreams didn't come to him and those were the best and worst nights of all. They were the best because he wasn't haunted by visions of big emerald eyes, free to actually dream like a normal person, but also the worst because somehow the emptiness grew even larger with the absence and eventually engulfed him, suffocating him.

He'd only ever told one person about his dreams. When he was younger he hadn't realized that other people don't dream of the same person over and over and over. That it's not normal. His parents had dismissed it as an imaginary friend, someone Heiji had created in his mind.

He had believed it too for a while.

But there were things that made him doubt.

He never saw his imaginary friend during daytime, to start with. He never played with her, not even in his dreams. It was more like catching glimpses through the window to someone else's life. He had seen her play with other children but never with Heiji. It was very odd.

The only face he seemed to be able to remember upon waking up was that one girl—chubby cheeks and pig tails and skinny limbs—no matter how many people she encountered and interacted with in his dream.

He was expecting to grow out of his dreams just like his mother said he would. One day, she had said, he wouldn't need his imaginary friend anymore and the dreams would stop all on their own.

They never did.

It didn't matter how many friends Heiji had, how many parties he went to, how much he had grown. They never went away. Always the same person, the same girl.

Heiji thought that maybe he's mad.

When he was younger, Heiji wanted to be friends with her. The moments when he watched her, playing with her friends in his dreams, she always looked like she had fun.

She's a bit prickly, not liking to be the butt of anyone's jokes, pleasantly overbearing and easily overwrought, but she never seemed to bear a grudge about it. Just a quick thump and whump on the arm ("Kazuha-chan, that hurts!" whined one of the other kids—freckles and braids) and then they're back to running around like idiots.

No, Heiji wasn't lonely. He had friends at school. He played over at their houses. But there was just something about this girl that had him intrigued. It was strange because she didn't really seem the type Heiji would hang out with normally (all of his other friends were, well, boys. No girls allowed!). He did play around but he seemed equally happy to be quiet.

He liked reading. He liked playing police and thieves. He couldn't sit through any movies without any talking—unless it's a mystery movie. He often wondered whether this meant he and the girl in his dreams couldn't be friends if, you know, the girl was real, because people always said opposites attract.

And Kazuha was just as loud and as boisterous Heiji was.

That thought made him quite sad. Not that he was turned down (which did make him sad for a day or so but he got over it quick enough) but that she wouldn't like him. Heiji liked her a lot, but he didn't want to change himself just for her to like him. That was not Heiji's way of ninja. Heiji was not going to change for anyone. Instead he'd just have to bother the dream girl until she likes Heiji back. That'd definitely work.

Once Heiji grew older he realized more and more how childish that sounded. 'Bother her until she likes me back'? He sounded like a kid who was plotting to pull his friends' pigtails to make them notice him.

...which actually seemed like a fantastic idea. Although there's a slight problem now. Kazuha no longer wore her hair in pigtails. She had been keeping it in a ponytail ever since she joined her school's youth cheerleading club and started taking Aikido lessons. He wondered if pulling on a ponytail would have the same effects as pulling on pigtails.

Stupid, he thought. He's nine. He's grown up enough and observed enough to realize that if he wanted to be Kazuha's friend—best friend—he needed to tow a fine line between playful banter and genuine annoyance. You know. If Kazuha existed. That's what he'd do.

He was twelve when he finally found out where Kazuha probably lived. He was reading the last chapter of one of his Ellery Queen book in his father's office when he was practically forced to put it down and greet his father's guest. The tall stern looking uncle called Ginshiro was once his father's partner, and Heiji's eyes shone bright when he heard that he was previously the Chief Detective of their police district. That was, before she eagerly took a transfer to Interpol, and was allocated to London afterwards.

They were chatting, probably updating each other about their current lives. He eagerly revealed that he had a child, pulled out a photo and showed it to Heiji’s father. Now, Heiji was a tall and growing boy. From his height, he could make out the silhouette of a girl in a school attire that wasn’t commonly seen in Japan. Heiji watched Kazuha often enough to immediately recognize that the outfit in the photo was in fact, her school uniform!

Before Heiji could ask if he could see the photo as well, the topic of their conversation was already changed, and the photo was shoved back into Uncle Ginshiro’s wallet.

—

He was seventeen when he first realized he's in love with the girl and he felt sick. He knew because she was all he had ever thought about (aside from cases and kendo and school lessons, of course. He may be a detective but he's still in high school).

He had no choice at night but even during the day he found himself remembering what movie Kazuha had been watching. He thought about Kazuha's seemingly soft hair and toned arms. He daydreamed about Kazuha's wide eyes and how much wider they would go if Heiji surprised her with a kiss.

A kiss. Sharing a kiss with Kazuha.

Kazuha, who wasn't real.

Heiji woke up then.

That night before he went to bed, he put his hands over his burning cheeks. He had fallen for someone who didn't even exist. It's abnormal. He had imagined a person and then fixated on them like some kind of creep and that was absolutely messed up whichever way you think about it.

He spent the next two years of his life dating anyone who asked him out. The relationships never lasted. He could admit to himself that he wasn't really interested in any of them the way he should be. They were pretty, he enjoyed their company and everything was cool but something just wasn't right. Never seemed to be enough. So bad they weren't even relationships anymore.

It felt like he was searching desperately anyone to fill the hole in his chest, to take away the ache he felt when he woke up and realized once again that the girl he was in love with didn't even exist.

Then Kazuha's mother died. Heiji's dreams were filled with heart-wrenching sobs so painful that he wished he could reach out and comfort Kazuha. She never cried during the day, only at night.

Heiji watched day after day, night after night, as she withdrew into her shell. He heard her calling out for her mother, repeating it until it sounded weird. He wanted so much to hug and kiss Kazuha's pain away.

Heiji tried to stop sleeping after that.

It wasn't what he wanted anyway. Heiji wanted love. Seeing Kazuha mourn over her mother made him realize that he should make the most of the time he had. He didn't want to waste time on meaningless relationships anymore. He didn't want to think about some unreal person anymore.

He knew that until he got rid of his feelings for Kazuha, he wouldn't be able to move on. The only problem was that he simply didn't know how. But he knew for sure that he couldn't just spend the rest of his life hung up on a figment of his imagination.

He had tried dating other people and that hadn't worked. He even tried not sleeping for three days in order to break the cycle. It turned out to be a terrible idea. He had collapsed in class, raving about imaginary people around one beaming, glowing one, and unfairness, and the same wide eyes and ponytail.

He was not doing that again in a hurry. He didn't know what else to do except burying himself in studying and friends and hoping it all goes away eventually.

So that was exactly what he did. He continued dreaming and waited and hoped always.

Hattori Heiji was now twenty one, a third year criminology student. He had been solving even more cases than he used to in high school, sometimes competing with Kudo Shinichi, but most of the time teaming up with him instead. His grades were impressive, as per normal, but things had been such a constant and he really needed more activities aside from studying and solving cases and kendo.

So when his their other friend (Kuroba Kaito, excellent Mechanical Engineering student and magician, also a prankster) told him one of their friends (Hondou Eisuke, surprisingly competent future Environmental Engineer) had had to leave his part-time job due to university commitments and was looking for a replacement, Heiji jumped at the chance. A job's after all. A young man’s gotta save up as much money as he could.

And that was how Heiji ended up working at the one and only invention shop which sold geeky gadgets in the city. The owners, one very lovely but unique old man called Agasa (who in fact, was Shinichi's neighbor) and one girl who turned out to be Shiho (Shinichi's sarcastic girl BFF nonetheless).

Eisuke was one of the clumsiest person Heiji had ever met so how any of the gadgets in this shop survived was a mystery to Heiji. Or at least, how Professor Agasa was able to invent and fix and refix and refix. Heiji figured he was probably the most patient old man alive.

Then Shinichi started helping out at the invention shop too.

It's pretty dull, he'll be honest. There's rarely any customers, so Heiji did more homework than he did actual shop assisting. And solved more and more cases.

Once, Shinichi showed up with dark, dark circles under his eyes. He looked miserable and horrible. Heiji guessed he must've looked just as miserable and horrible when he avoided sleeping back then.

"Haven't been sleepin' well?" Heiji teased him.

Shinichi rolled his eyes and stifled a yawn. "Ugh. You wouldn't understand, Hattori."

“Oh? Try me.”

—

A few months after Heiji started working that he met the girl in his dreams.

It was just another day. No customers, no rain, no cases, no particularly good food. He had already cleaned the place so there was nothing to do but try to work on his recently assigned essay.

The bell rang. Someone walked in and Heiji looked up from his papers to give the customary greeting of the shop when the words died in his throat.

Standing before him, the all too familiar emerald eyes already scanning the gadgets lined up in the shop, is the girl from Heiji's dreams. She's a little taller than Heiji was expecting, less than five inches below Heiji's own height, but he would recognize that face anywhere. The girl didn't seem to notice him, just going about her business in the shop, eyes darting back and forth at the racks, seemingly at random.

Heiji felt like his brain had stopped.

She's not an imaginary friend. She's never just an imaginary friend. She's real.

Finally she plucked something out from one of the compartments—it might be Agasa's voice-changing bow tie or whatever, Heiji really wasn't paying attention to it at all, he was too engrossed in observing her features, her expression—and headed to the register. She looked up. Their eyes met. Time seemed to stop.

There's a momentary widening of the girl's eyes but then, nothing. She didn't recognize Heiji. Heiji didn't know how he felt about that.

Relieved? Scared? Excited? Worried?

Heiji rang up her purchase and mumbled his way through the sale—he didn't remember what he said, he was just so fixated on the girl's face—and then she's gone, just like that, walking out of the store and Heiji's life.

Of course this was the moment Kaito chose to waltz through the door, loudly announcing his entrance with a 'Tadaa!'. Heiji didn't even greet him back with his usual 'Yo!".

"Hattori, you okay?" Kaito said, in an uncharacteristic show of concern as he approached the counter. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"Yeah." Heiji says distractedly. "Fine. Just tired."

He's not fine.

The girl of his dreams did exist. She's real. And had a life that apparently did not include weird stalker dreams of Heiji.

Oh God.

Is he insane? Is he a psychic or something?

Oh God.

Kaito gave him a skeptical look. "You don't look fine. You look like shit."

Then Shinichi and Agasa walked out from the stockroom (seriously, why was everyone coming at once? Heiji simply wanted to freak out in peace goddammit).

"Kaito-kun!" Agasa called. "It's nice to see you! You haven't been over in so long!"

"Hakase!" Kaito shouted back, immediately draping himself over the elderly man. Both Kaito and Shinichi indulged Agasa's need to bestow affection on them at this time. At least it meant they weren't paying attention to him.

His mind was all over the place, trying to comprehend what just happened. He didn't even know where to begin.

It made him dizzy. He looked around and saw Shinichi watching him like a hawk, his expression inscrutable. He had his detective mode expression on. Heiji gave him a weak grin but Shinichi didn't return it—he just made some kind of humming noise and turned around.

Maybe I should wait till I get home ta think about this, Heiji decided.

He'd never told anyone about Kazuha and with good reasons. He's not going to let anyone find out now.

—

The rest of his shift was a torture. Time had dragged on like a limping athlete crossing a finish line and he's all but ready to weep tears of joy by the time the end had rolled round. He hadn't thought about Kazuha at all, but he had thought about not thinking about Kazuha more than he'd care to admit. It's frightening.

Kazuha.

His mind raced. How was this even possible? Honestly he almost preferred the idea that he was a creep with an imaginary friend than this—that he'd been dreaming of a real person.

He knew Kazuha so well. How she looked when she smiled, what would make her cry, the ticks that show she's nervous. While he's glad he's not the kind of psycho that made up a person down to those fine details, it's just weird to know these things about a person you've never ever met. Or supposedly just never met. Whatever.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so weird if Kazuha had shown any sign of knowing him but she hadn't. She hadn't so much as blinked in Heiji's direction, let alone gasped or anything that might have shown that Heiji wasn't alone in this madness.

Could Kazuha had been dreaming about him too all this time? Isn’t it possible, if Heiji had been dreaming of the girl? Maybe it could be true the other way around too. Heiji needed to know. It's so tiring, carrying a secret alone. Besides, Heiji was not the type to sit around passively when opportunities are handed to him.

That's it, he decided, I have to find her.

Worst case scenario Kazuha thought he's crazy and well, if that happens it's probably because Heiji really was going crazy.

Best case scenario Heiji gained a friend.

Friend or not, he just really wanted to see her up close in the flesh. He decided everything was worth the risk.

—

Three days later Heiji was again at work and there's still no sign of Kazuha. In addition, Heiji had gotten no further on his quest to find something more concrete about her. His dreams were full of Kazuha's smiles (which were very beautiful and Heiji appreciated them, honestly) but nothing that might lead to them meeting again.

There were notebooks in his vision but he didn't have time to read them. Files. A lecture hall. Is Kazuha a student here then? But there were plenty of universities in Tokyo so that's not much help at all.

Heiji groaned and let his head fall with a thump onto the desk. Why hadn't he paid more attention to his dreams before? Maybe he could have even found Kazuha way before this, if he'd actually entertained the thought of Kazuha being a real person.

Then the bell on the door rang.

Heiji lifted his head from the counter. Time seemed to slow. There, standing in the doorway, framed by the sunlight cascading into the shop was Kazuha. The girl of his dreams. For a second Heiji thought he might still be dreaming.

Time seemed to slow.

"Kazuha?" He whispered.

Shock passed over Kazuha's face.

"Do you know me?" She asked slowly. Heiji mentally kicked himself because this was not how he wanted to reveal this. Maybe after he talked to Kazuha like a normal person instead.

"I…I know you."

"From school?" Kazuha looked curious now. Her eyes did that slight widening thing that Heiji had seen them do in his dreams when Kazuha was interested in something and, holy moly, she's even cuter in person.

He should answer. He wanted to but the words kept getting stuck in his throat. His palms were sweating. His face might be sweating. He's pretty sure he looked gross and all that cycles round his brain was this is not how I wanted this ta go, this is not how I planned this!

"Not really." He managed to say.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I'm not good with faces." Kazuha shrugged apologetically but Heiji was sure she's acting. The Kazuha he knew from his dreams was very good at remembering faces—and acting. Did this mean the Kazuha in front of him is not his Kazuha? Or was she lying?

"Yes you are." He accused mindlessly. "Ya've always been good at it."

Then he realized what he had just said.

Kazuha was looking at him like he's a particularly interesting puzzle, which was one better than disgust or panic but there's nothing deeper than Heiji can read. Blank.

"Why do I hate the swings in the playground?"

"Huh?"

"Why do I hate the swings in the playground?" Kazuha repeated calmly.

He looked up at Kazuha, who was waiting patiently on for Heiji's answer. She seemed calm. A little defiant even. And… nervous?

Could it be? Could it be that Heiji wasn't alone in this?

"Your mom," Remembering a certain word he used to hear in his dreams, a person who used to be the main source of her great distress, he answered carefully, knowing full well that this was a particularly touchy subject for her. "You and your mom used to play on the swings all the time. You don't hate them, they just remind you too much of her."

Kazuha's expression didn't change, but something in her eyes did. Heiji felt his heart sink in his chest. Had he read the whole situation wrong?

"I've never told anyone that." Kazuha said grimly.

"I know."

"You dream of me."

And it wasn't a question.

Heiji stepped out from behind the counter. It took two seconds to cross the distance between them and gather Kazuha up in his arms. She smelled good. Kazuha's arms wrapped around Heiji and he let out a sigh of relief.

"You're real." He murmured. "Thank god."

"Of course I'm real, aho." Kazuha muttered into Heiji's collarbone. "Just took me a bit longer to find you than I'd anticipated that's all."

There's a million things Heiji wanted to say to that—how did Kazuha know he's not a figment of her imagination? How long had she been looking?

He wanted to apologize for not looking for her himself. He wanted to thank Kazuha for doing the searching for both of them. But of all he wanted to tell her—

"I love ya."

Kazuha sighed. "I know. You say it a lot, you know?"

Heiji smirked. He picked Kazuha up by the waist and swung her around in the store, barely missing an electronic flying surfboard.

"Aho! Watch it!" Kazuha squeaked. Heiji grinned again, but stopped.

"I love ya." He said. He waited for a response, marvelling as he did so at the gorgeous woman he had in his arms. Kazuha looked like she's trying very hard to suppress a smile.

"I'm not saying it." Kazuha whined grumpily. "You've still got to make it up to me for not believing I was real and making me do all the work."

"How long will that take?" Heiji asked, aghast.

Beamed she did. "Forever. You better start now.”

—

Heiji introduced Kazuha to everyone as his childhood friend who had just recently moved back to Japan from London. Which was... extremely true no matter how they think of it, because it turned out that she had also been having dreams of Heiji for so long since she could remember.

Also, the dreams had stopped.

But he no longer felt empty when he woke up. In fact, on some mornings he woke up to find her curled up next to him, and he dared not kid—it was one of the best feelings ever.

But he hated it when they had morning classes, which meant his joyful morning routine had to be ruined by waking her up.

His joyful morning routine included re-draping their sheets over her bare shoulders and just.. watching her sleep and breathe. Dreams or not it didn't matter, he loved watching Kazuha.

And waking her up could get disastrous. She was an excellent actress (no worries, he's an excellent detective who could see through her masks) and she could be very very persuasive. And most of the time, he ended up back in bed with her.

Not now though, he was sitting in a coffee shop with Shinichi and Kaito, both of whom were successfully persuaded into having blind dates with Kazuha and her two friends. Heiji grumbled. Not that he minded hanging out with his buddies and girlfriend-slash-childhood friend-slash-girl of his dreams. But he wanted to have more alone time with her, seriously.

Kazuha didn't keep them waiting for too long. And when she stepped into the coffee shop with two other girls who looked disturbingly alike (one with side fringes called Mouri Ran, and the other with slightly messier hair by the name of Nakamori Aoko) that Heiji thought were twins had it not been for his sharp observation skills, he saw Shinichi’s and Kaito's eyes went as wide as saucer plates.

At first Heiji didn't think of it much. He merely smirked when he saw his friends rendered speechless, probably striked by their beauty or something.

Kazuha's hotter, he thought to himself.

But when he heard Kaito and Shinichi murmuring what sounded like "Oh God." and "She's real?” simultaneously from his left and right, realization dawned on him.

"Yeah," Heiji whispered, a grin on his face as he turned to watch Kazuha, who was ordering her food. He could finally talk about the dreams he used to have.

"They're real."

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Brutally honest reviews of the 32 books I read this year

Warning:

There are some spoilers below. Also, don’t be offended if I didn’t like a book that you like/love. These are just my personal opinions. Please don’t scream at me for spelling errors.

The Mark of Athena, The House of Hades and The Blood of Olympus:

I’m doing all three of these in one go because I don’t really have any complaints about any of them. I have really enjoyed all the books I’ve read in the Percy Jackson universe. I find the books amusing and I enjoy the fact that even though some of these books are considered ‘kids’ books, Rick Riordan doesn’t ‘dumb’ down anything to appeal more to younger children. The books are easily read and very enjoyable. It’s easy to find characters that you can relate to and I don’t feel that any of the characters’ arcs were favored over others.

Score: 8/10

Badass Women Score: 9/10

The Demigod files:

Now, this is just me, but I don’t really enjoy these types of short stories. However, as with the other Percy Jackson books, I did find this one to be a good read and it was fun to dive back into some of the old characters’ stories.

Score: 7/10 +1 point for giving me more of Grover’s Blah-hah-hah’s. They have been missed.

Everything Everything:

This book had me in tears- in a good way! I finished this book in about 30 mins and I just couldn’t put it down.

Score: 9/10

Twilight:

I liked it… It made me nostalgic, had me traveling back to my thirteen year old self and my obsession with Edward Cullen. It’s better than the movie, okay?

Score: 5-6/10

Thirteen year old me’s Score: 12/10 *heart eyes* *sigh*

New moon:

I like me a bit of angst but this ain’t enjoyable. Bella is an idiot and don’t even get me started on how unnecessary this book was for the series. (The movie too.)

Score: 2/10

Usefulness Score: Go die in a hole.

Eclipse:

I like this one the most out of all of them. More action, character ‘development’(I guess) and not everyone is a whiny little bitch in this one.

Score: 7/10

Whiny Score: Not that bad, I guess.

Breaking Dawn:

THIS FUCKING BOOK. I suffered. (SPOILERS!) Jacob is SUCH a whiny asshole in the first half of the book. The rest is meh.

Score: 2-3/10

Jacob Whiny Bitch Score: 100000000/10

Bella willing to die for the dick Score: 10/10

The Fallen series:

Read them, liked almost all of them. The last one had me struggling a bit. I was just not feeling the story anymore- it had just gone on for too long and it became a little annyoing.

Collective Score: 8/10

“You gargoyle bitch.”-Me, 2018

The Last Jedi:

I really loved this book. It was great being able to really step into the minds of my favorite characters and see the story beyond the film.

Biased Reylo Score: 10/10

Hand Porn Score: 12/10

The Infernal Devices:

Second time reading this one. Love the characters (aren’t we all weak for Herondales?), though they’re still not my favorite of the shadowhunter books. I am not as fond of the story in this trilogy as I am of the other series’ storylines. This one isn’t as interesting, in my opinion.

Collective and Biased Herondale Score: 9/10

“Never trust a duck.”- Will Herondale

The Vampire diaries books 1-4:

I like all the characters, except Elena. I think she’s whiny and annoying and she honestly acts more like a child than a teenager/young adult. I don’t like the whole angel plot-thingy and it was hard to continue reading after book two tbh.

Damon Sexy Murder Score: 10/10

Collective Book Score: 4/10

Creepy Pedophile undertones: A little.

Call Me By Your Name:

This book ripped my heart out and stepped on it. It was beautiful and the movie is just the same. Beautifully written and I loved having to read between the lines in this story. I can’t say anything other than it being one of my favorites of this year.

Gay Romance Score: 12/10

Book Score: 10/10

Guilty Pleasures (Club Vampyre):

I really like this version of vampires and Anita is a really relatable character. She’s badass, strong, human (but not whiny) and the story is really fun to read.

Badass Women Score: 12/10, fuck em up buttercup

Book score: 9/10,just because I am salty about there not being enough Jean-Claude for me.

Even When You Lie To Me:

This was a really beautiful book. It may sound like bad fanfiction if you only read the back, but the summary does not do this book justice. It’s a wonderful story of growing up and becoming yourself, learning who you are and learning to stand up for yourself. The main character doesn’t really get described much in the book, something that makes it that much easier to relate to her.

Book Score: 8/10

I have read this book five times this year… Pray for me.

The Sun Is Also A Star:

This book and this author are both amazing. The story has so much diversity and its written in a really cool way, not only showing you the thoughts of the main characters but also the people they interfere with. Realistic but not boring, I cried reading this.(I cry a lot)

Book Score: 9/10

Melon-butt Score: Melon/Melon

Eragon and Eldest:

Read this in English, please. I tried reading it in my own language (Norwegian) and I have never hated anything so much. (Everything sounded so ridiculous) The books are amazing and I love the fact that Eragon is just 15 and is not some super smart or extraordinary person. He makes mistakes and you get to watch him learn and grow as a person. There are so many amazing things about these books that I can’t even tell you. I can’t wait to read on, though they can prove a little difficult to read at times. (takes a while to read them)

Collective Book score: 8/10

Family Drama Score: Drama Llama

Alex Rider: Stormbreaker:

This book is technically intended for children but I thought it was really fun to read and it was a really nice break from reading heavy books.

Score: 7/10

Every Day:

I loved this book so much that i’m afraid to read the sequel because I don’t want it to ruin the story for me. This book doesn’t need a continuation at all.

Score: 9/10

Queen Of Air And Darkness:

Cassandra Clare strikes again and I couldn’t be happier about it. This book blew my mind and my heart to shreds. I was absolutely not expecting the ending that I got and I finished this the same day I bought it because I could not put it down. Throw all your theories out the window because you have no idea about what’s going to happen. I can’t even say anything because I’ll spoil it but this was by far my favorite trilogy in the shadowhunter universe and I need more.

Book score: 10/10

Herondale Score: I’m a hoe/10

“Come to papa.”- Jace Herondale

The Perks of Being a Wallflower:

Really good book, loved the mystery and the characters. Greatly written and I also really enjoyed the movie, even though it leaves out some important details.

Sadness Score: 8/10

Book Score: 8/10 +2 points for Rocky Horror references, -1 point for mentioning The Catcher in the Rye (You’ll understand later)

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

This was the last book i finished this year, but I have one more that I need to save for the bottom of this list because otherwise I’ll explode. (You’ll understand) I loved this from the first page and I am currently reading number two.

Book Score: 9/10 +1 point for Dumbledore's beard.

Dumbledore’s Beard Score: Beardy Beard/Beard

The Catcher in the Rye:

Let me start off by saying that if this was my book, I would burn it in a dumpster fire. I know it’s considered a classic, but this book is the worst piece of crap I have ever read. The main character is an asshole. (which is fine) A lot of books have asshole characters and I don’t hate them because of that, but this book has nothing else. Holden is hypocritical, boring and has the vocabulary of a three year old (no offence to three year olds, I love you)The writing is repetitive and boring. The plot- what plot? I have never before been this angry at a book. It is useless, does nothing for anyone and there is no meaning to anything written in here. Nothing happens at all and I’m mad that I wasted three days of my life trying to finish this book.

Score: -3000/10

I am so mad.

(Spoiler!) The best part of this book is when the main character gets punched in the face.

“Is it legal to burn library books?”- Me, 2018.

#book review #dont speak to me about the catcher in the rye

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