Snowy day at our little house. I’m clearing off the cars and shoveling snow to clear our walkway. The Hot Wife is cleaning the house. I’m gonna go for a hike through the woods later this afternoon.
A damn fine day!
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i think it fucks immensely that bk moon went out of his way to 1) establish rakiel wished to live a long life and eventually pass away of old age, 2) have him very briefly envy an immortal being only to be told very clearly to be careful what he wishes for by that very same person because living forever isn't all it's cracked up to be, 3) make the main antagonist be another immortal being who is so desperate to die he's willing to destroy the universe just to finally rest and 4) have said antagonist psychologically torture rakiel with the threat of making him live for a thousand years as everyone he loves and knows eventually grows old and dies and becomes nothing but forgotten memories.
only to then end the novel by making rakiel also immortal
like. god. it's so fucking good i love it. i'm not being sarcastic i genuinely think it fucks and it's one of the best ways bk moon could've wrapped up the plot.
it's a happy ending by all means but it has consequences and through the entire novel we've been shown and told over and over again just how heavy the consequences are and/or will be on rakiel.
he got his happy ending but it was at a price and by the last time we see him he's only just starting to pay for it.
it's great i love it
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Farm Lexa has this hand bound book she made back when she was around sixteen. She made it to keep her pressed flowers. The very first page has pressed daisies and a date below them followed by a happy scribble, "Clarke asked me on a date."
The dandelion Clarke put in her hair after their first kiss. A black eyed susan they picked after their first time as they walked around the run down farm.
The petals of the deep red roses Clarke gifted Lexa the day they decided to get engaged.
One of each of the flowers Lexa walked down the aisle with. One of each of the flowers from Clarke's bouquet.
The english primrose that popped up in Lexa's garden not long after little Madi laughed for the first time.
The Lilly of the Valley a baby Saige found fascinating because fairies lived in them.
The poppies the twins ended up ripping from her garden because it matched their hair.
The small piece of baby's breath that showed up around the tree where they buried their baby soon after Lexa stepped out of her grief.
The sunflower petals that remind her of Clarke and their little sunshine boy Aden.
Every wild flower the kids offered her. At least one petal from the bouquets Clarke got her. Her favorite flowers from her garden. The ones she found on walks. All dated, all with a note on why they made her smile.
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Sometimes I remember how Elizabeth Swann's story ends and get all annoyed again just like little kid me, she spent the whole time craving adventure and to be out on the sea and then after everything, after becoming the pirate king, she ends up playing 'I think I like this little life' and playing house waiting for 10 years when she can see her husband again as he can come on land :/
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The longer I am alive, the more my brain replays that scene in Lilo and Stitch where the scientist is watching Stitch fret around at night, and the scientist says something like, "poor thing, doesn't even have fond memories to keep it warm at night" or something
As a kid, I didn't realize how comforting memories could be, and I rarely had the luxury to create them.
I am glad I survived. It would have been easier, with fond memories to comfort me during painful times. I have many now, though, and they are indeed good company.
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Started the day with the Hot Wife making some really banging hash out of the leftover corned beef and cabbage from New Year’s Day.
We both spent the day cleaning the house and prepping for delivery of the new stove we’re getting tomorrow.
Now we’re finishing up the evening reading: her a non-fiction book on infrastructure and me a film study of Queen Christina (1933, MGM, starring Greta Garbo), a movie that I love.
It’s been a good end to a crappy week. Hope y’all had a good day too.
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Kat doodles,,,he has infested my brain today + tiny bonus Paul...
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Johnathan Harker for Blorbo Bingo!
I'm not even joking or extrapolating when I say the safety of this man has been giving me anxiety for the past few months. I've stopped reading the updates right before work because I know if he dies I will start genuinely crying
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