This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the sun.
I believe I can't love you.
Another Elegy by Jericho Brown
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Would Sokka, Suki and Zuko form a band? And would they call it boiling rock (but Zuko still gets on stage with like... a grand piano or a violin or smth to make it more emo) ?
zuko plays the tsungi horn, sokka plays …
this thing . and suki probably plays the pipa.
sokka writes the lyrics (they just flow out of him, he has a gift!), zuko edits the lyrics to be more poetical by employing more allusions and using more symbolic language, and suki sings (she’s the only one who can sing while she plays, but also, i genuinely doubt zuko or sokka would have nice singing voices anyway).
the idea of them calling their band the boiling rock is so funny it’s like the ultimate fuck you.
and most importantly, iroh gets to see his dream of zuko playing the tsungi horn during music night finally realized.
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ok well u cant say something like that and not give us ur recommendations or ur fave horror novels 👀
🫡 i haven't been able to read much recently so sadly some of these might be old news BUT the book i mentioned in the tags was to be devoured by sara tantlinger!!! very fun very gross book that is still written beautifully despite the content.. I can't find a list of warnings for it so be cautious going in but it's gory + involves some animal harm/death from what i can remember
another book that i need to go back and read more of is our wives under the sea! i haven't gotten super far into it yet but it was also quite unsettling and eerie from what i read. there's some body horror, but it wasn't the most gory thing from what i've read so far.
sadly despite it being my fav genre (for both books and movies) horror books often... disappoint me a lot of the time? they get hyped up but fall short for me. i read them so much because i'm trying to find The Book that really gets me. i have most certainly read more books that i do Not like as opposed to what i've rated highly HAHA. i've read quite a few extreme horror novels that are just like... whatever? thinking of one very specific one when i say that but it's a tiktok beloved sweetheart so i shan't say it. sorry i don't have more books to recommend but it's just like.. man.
some books i'm looking forward to on my tbr (not all are gory afaik but who knows maybe we'll both be surprised. idk if you're even looking for gory books but since that was the context of that last ask i'm just assuming) are: my heart is a chainsaw by stephen graham jones, our love will devour us by r.l. meza, and transmuted by eve harms!
as always if there's specific themes common in horror that bother you, you should look up triggers before reading these!
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Jericho Brown - Another Elegy ["This is what our dying looks like"]
This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the sun. I believe
I can't love you. Always be closing,
Said our favorite professor before
He let the gun go off in his mouth.
I turned 29 the way any man turns
In his sleep, unaware of the earth
Moving beneath him, its plates in
Their places, a dated disagreement.
Let's fight it out, baby. You have
Only so long left—a man turning
In his sleep—so I take a picture.
I won't look at it, of course. It's
His bad side, his Mr. Hyde, the hole
In a husband's head, the O
Of his wife's mouth. Every night,
I take a pill. Miss one, and I'm gone.
Miss two, and we're through. Hotels
Bore me, unless I get a mountain view,
A room in which my cell won't work,
And there's nothing to do but see
The sun go down into the ground
That cradles us as any coffin can.
- Another Elegy ["This is what our dying looks like"] by Jericho Brown
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I'm not saying I'm easy to summon, I'm just saying I see a tease and I'm like hi yes tell me everything pls.
Was it a nice nest while they had it at least? Did they have it for a bit before it burned?
(also circus tease ooo)
-🎀
i do want you to be easy to summon. please be easy to summon <3
yes, it was the nicest nest! it was high up, surrounded by a meadow and a stream filtering into a lake, a forest stretching around it all, eventually merging into a jungle biome in a not too far distance. of course it was all still makeshift, but it was theirs.
they were there for a while, everything quiet and serene, lulling them into false sense of security. for a while, it genuinely seemed like it could all be over, like they could finally breathe. like they could really stay and settle and be okay. like it's alright to just be.
and maybe for the first time in a long while, they felt like they could stretch their wings.
maybe they ran around and giggled. maybe they made fires and cooked warm meals. maybe they toiled soil and planted seeds, readying for a future.
maybe they ventured into the nearby jungle, and found a birb friend, an incredible rarity and a proof of life, of something winged surviving and maybe even thriving here.
maybe one day, scar woke up to grian gliding freely through the sky, wings catching the marvellous glow of a sunrise.
maybe there was sheepish, much-needed preening, and cuddles, and kiss-pressed laughter. reasurrances and teases and everything else that goes along with it.
maybe scar stood at the edge of a little cliff, safe over water, spreading his tattered wings as grian stood by his side, eager to experiment, to see if he can still glide.
maybe they had some breakdowns and tears, inevitably curling against each other, breaths heaving and sobs hitching, but ultimately they were safe through all that hurt, tucked into each other's hold.
and maybe there was confusion and confessions (ahem mimic arc), and much needed late-night talks, and sun-naps, and little joys taken whenever they presented themselves.
maybe there were actually so many steps towards healing.
—and everything got taken away in an instant.
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