#soph rambles

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Of His Bones, chapter 18

[cardboard-queen]

telepathically asking girls at the grocery store if they’re queer and also if they think I’m queer and if they’d like to get coffee sometime

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Me: 11.25pm? This is an excellent time to start my Wild Blue Yonder rewatch

Narrator: it was not

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this got inspired by someone else's comment, but I keep rotating the angst of Leander just... tossing MC aside after they have served their use to him. Just.... maybe they have bonded, there's trust and maybe more built there and then after he's gotten what he wanted, the mc is no longer useful to him, he doesn't need them any more.

Just... the hurt and the betrayal of it all is what makes me go skslfjfhdhwehrhrhfh and now I can't stop thinking about it

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helluva boss rants #2: is stolas embarrassed of blitzø?

the short answer is and always will be, no.

if i see one more person say that he was embarrassed of blitz in ozzie’s and that’s why he covered his face, then i always question them, did we watch the same show?

because no; stolas is and never will be embarrassed of blitzø. in #1 i broke down how stolas has always seen and appreciated imps as an equal.

i feel like a lot of people miss out on episode 5 of season 1, where stolas publicly STATES on stage in front of the entire ring of wrath that blitz is his darling and that he finds him sexy. he outs it. so, openingly stating that he was sleeping with him never was an issue.

he does the same partially in loo loo land, where i think the entire episode is in my prescription a test of waters for his daughter to get to know his lover - he wants to show her that he’s kind and caring (protecting them). i will go in depth about their little found family in another rant though.

but yeah, stolas is very open and honest about his relationship with blitz. at least, he wants to be. yet as mentioned in #1, he can’t. he simply gets that social pressure of being a goetia, having all a goetia would want and seeming like he just threw it away to get off. but that’s not the case for stolas. that’s never the case.

so, to make it clear to everyone who doesn’t get it still, stolas isn’t embarrassed of blitz, but rather himself and how he has disappointed everyone around him once more.

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did you make an ohb map or did i make that up??

I made a map! (Should be on chapter 3 but it likes to disappear)

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The end of this chapter gagged me! Bartemius Crouch Sr fighting tooth and nail for the worst father of forever award. ALSO WOLFSTAR THIS CHAPTER SO SWEET!!! Sirius saying he would warm remus up 😭 I am CRYING! So good thank you for another amazing chapter!

Writing wolfstar in this chapter literally warmed my heart it was so nice, I cannot wait to write more soft lil moments with them, Sirius breaking down Remus’s big tough undead pirate walls

I’m so glad you liked it 💜💜💜💜

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do you know a lot of canadian universities? like brock, mcmaster, guelph?

Yes??? I… live … here?????

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hey soph

think i've alr said this about kyd but ohb is also so so cinematic to me. fr why am i waiting for next weeks episode. love the way you write it feels like images rather than words. ur like the ultimate show don't tell

anyway this weeks ch was amazing!!!

THIS IS A 10/10 COMPLIMENT

because as anyone who has had a single conversation with me about writing knows i absolutely hate exposition

i hate telling audiences anything (tbh i think this is what draws me to fanfiction, because it requires WAY less set-up than original fiction)

so the idea that you feel like these stories are *showing* makes me very happy

also i always thought about KYD like it was a tv show, idk why, but in my head it was absolutely episodes not chapters

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where is ohb set?

Uhhhh some nebulous place

That is both here but also not here

vaguely 17th ce Europe but not 17th ce. Europe

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i continue to ignore the mcd tag on ohb ✋ death does not exist they are all simply going to be happy forever

Fair

Death is a very tricky guy in ohb

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i stg if i see the words « you have already left kudos on this fic :) » one more time im going to cry 😭

but anyways xtra kudos for you and the wonderful new OHB chapter 🥰

Awwwww fank you 😊💜

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oh sorry i knew you lived in canada i just didn’t know where 😭 what one would you recommend

do not be sorry!

which would i recommend depends entirely on what you're interested in / looking for in your university experience

though obviously i know some universities better than others

and also i am not a guidance councillor so i honestly would not make any important decisions based on my dumb opinions!

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Saltburn is not a film about class, right? at least, not really. like. Oliver is well off. maybe not living in Downton Abbey well off suuuurre, but he is middle to upper-middle class. this is not a movie about the working class sticking it to the wealthy. it's a movie about desire and obsession. it's actually super interesting that it is set in 2006 (or 2005? i can't remember), because what it is exploring is the way that a lot of us interact with people now. we watch them. on our phones. on our screens. we watch their beautiful lives and we obsess over them, and obsess over everything they have that we don't. Venetia in her speech in the bathtub to Oliver talks about how Oliver actually didn't know Felix at all, really just met him, and yet somehow Felix had become the centre of Oliver's whole fucking universe, in a way that i think you can compare to parasocial relationships people have now with celebrities etc. it is a movie that explores how far desire and obsession can go. in like, obviously a very campy way that is super fun and great. but it's not about class. it's the wealthy and the more wealthy eating each other.

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"No, don't - don't come any closer."

"Reg-" "Please, please, I don't want you to see me like this, just let me - let me clean myself up and-"

"You're shaking."

"Sorry."

"You don't - Reg - Regulus, stop, hey," he takes the other boy by the arm as he tries to get past him, pulling him in.

"I'm sorry," Regulus says again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Sh, sh, it's alright, we're alright," Regulus is flush against his chest, head tucked beneath his chin.

"I don't know why I'm crying."

"You don't need to have a reason." "You shouldn't have to come home to this." "What are you talking about? I get to come home to you. That's all that matters." Regulus shakes his head against James's shirt, sniffling. "I'll get myself together." "I don't mind you apart." "I meant to have dinner ready." "I'm not hungry." "James." "Regulus." "I don't know what's wrong with me," he says miserably. "Nothing, nothing's wrong," and then, after a brief pause, and in a voice so gentle Regulus doesn't know how it's even possible: "You're just depressed." Regulus half-laughs and half-sobs into James. "You have no tact, anyone ever tell you that? No tact at all."

"You tell me all the time," kissing the top of his head and holding him more tightly. A few seconds pass before: "I love you, you know?"

Regulus's hands are all twisted up in James's shirt, a wounded noise coming out of his mouth. "I thought it might stop, now that..." "That?" "You and I are..that we're so good. I thought it might stop." "Don't think it works like that."

"I'm sorry." "No," kissing his head again. His temple. His ear. His cheek. "I don't mind Regulus, I really don't. You just need to tell me, okay? Tell me when you feel it coming on, and I'll know and I'll be here."