Screaming crying throwing up at the Thunder spoiler thread because
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Frostpaw coming to the realization that the Park Cats have a culture that she likes better than the culture of the clans, and wanting to bring elements of it back home with her? That COULD be an actually good use of a traveling book, and it WOULD be an actually nice change to see the clans do any kind of self-reflection on the violence of their culture. Unfortunately, I don’t trust the Erins even a little bit to follow through in any kind of satisfactory way on that plot thread, so I worry it’s going to result in the Clans once again looking at an outside culture and taking a very xenophobic lesson away from interacting with it.
I'm still trying to work out my feelings on the return of the Park Cats... overall, I think I'm feeling pretty frustrated, and it's coloring my perception of them
I also really disliked Riverstar's Home, though. I hated the traveling, I didn't find the Park very interesting in practice, was annoyed by a ton of small things. It felt like the book only got good once we were back in the forest, so, maybe I'm still tasting my sour introduction to the Park cats.
I also don't have any faith in the authors to handle Waffle and Wasp well, or any of the practices Frostpaw is planning to bring home. At this point I'm expecting it. What's really on my mind is... why?
Why did they create a whole little unchanging cultural bubble, a group under glass, exactly the same as it was during the dawn of the clans... when they were just going to blast Frostpaw with The Avatar State anyway?
She can talk to Riverstar whenever. And every ancestor who served under him. And you don't even have to waste 6 chapters on travelling. Could we not have learned about meditation from Riverstar, if the Erins are soooo eager to shove the ancestors into this and write him as her spirit guide?
Like, all this time dedicated to a culture whose one trait is meditating. I have frustrations with the Sisters and Tribe, but they're interesting concepts, with their own spiritual beliefs, government, and customs. So far, the neo-Park has been bland.
Like Guardians, a bare-bones group that showed up once in an SE and just existed to serve the Clan cats for a while, and send Tigerheart back with new characters.
But like, back to the Lesson of the Park Cats, whatever thing Frostpaw could bring home
I just... man, I go off about Clan Culture and its violence literally all the time, but this arc has been ridiculously peaceful. We are 4/6ths of the way through and there was one major battle, at the end of a book, which was bloodless. All the fighting has been arguments.
What exactly is Frostpaw going to learn from the Park cats? How to be passive? Is that going to help RiverClan get rid of the occupying army? Will the power of mindfulness help them un-forget all of their battle training and remind them how to do their own laundry?
If (if.) The Erins have planned all this out, then what they're going to do next is have Frostpaw take what she's learned, and use it to help un-divide RiverClan.
Which TO BE CLEAR would be good for Frostpaw as a character!
But that's not addressing the violence of clan culture or even leaning into it. That wouldn't really be a cultural change, so much as Frostpaw having learned leadership skills... which, again, makes me wonder what the point of a culture frozen in time really was, when they blasted her with this super strong, unprecedented magic connection to StarClan.
Idk. Just, generally not vibing with this book if the spoiler thread is to be believed.
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Details are everything in the Saw Franchise, These movies continue to prove that over and over again.
One Example I came across that I particularly Love, It's nothing Major, But I do love it.
In Saw I, In that iconic bathroom, John is facing Adam.
Now you may wonder, Why does this detail matter so much? This could have been a decision made with the roll of a die.
But that would be giving this whole franchise a dis-justice. Because every detail has meaning.
John knows Dr. Lawrence, He's one of his Cancer patients - He's one of the people he "Give's bad news to everyday". Whether Dr. Gordon knows John's face like he's an old friend, Whether it's one of the hundreds of faces he sees everyday, We don't know their routine and we don't know how well Dr. Gordon remembers a face, Remembers a name - Remembers a diagnosis.
But Adam doesn't know John.
But that leaves a question, Would Lawrence have recognised John if he was faced his way?
There's no real reason for bringing this up, no enlightening discovery this leads to, I just thought it was an interesting little detail I thought John would put some thought into.
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So I romanced Astarion and let him ascend and I'm not going to lie, I always had a bit of a hate towards people who look down on me and call me or well, my characters, pet and such. And Astarion didn't change that, especially with the degradation part
But
Imagining the future where my character slowly becomes miserable with Astarion because while he does love her, he doesn't see her as his equal. And I mean even if you want to break up with him after the ascension and defeated brain he just doesn'tlet you (though im not there yet, i just read it somewhere). Imagining him slowly becoming furious, compelling my character to do things, to love him and then anger turns into desperation and hell, he just wants her, what can he do to make her love him again, what does she want, he will give it to her
Anyway I just want them to be happy, then miserable, then to slowly learn to love each other again with Astarion begrudgingly being a tiny bit nicer to others (cause my character mostly likes being nice but also she was an urchin, she's not above blackmail and deception and such. Ohh plus she's a bard, imagine Astarion wanting her to sing again but she doesn't so he makes her and it just breaks the trust again and again
And a scene where she escapes and then Astarion finds her and brings hell with him and kills whoever decided to help her and he's slowly breaking her spirit from the strong and defying woman she was, not realising at first that it's breaking him too.
(I especially like that little movement, swinging himself a bit when you ask if you can talk about your relationship with him and he responds "yes, my treasure?" *happy swingies, he's so happy and cute* and then cuts to him being angry and desperate and sad that his love doesn't look at him with adoration anymore, that the look he receives is not even angry but empty)
And the realization that oh no, did he became another Cazador? But no, he is better than him, he doesn't treat you like he was treated! ...does he?
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hi I love your fics and I just wanted to request a short blurb or dialogue on eddie comforting cheerleader reader after someone assumes that she isn’t smart or that she talks too much or tries too hard to be funny
"I-- argh!" you threw your pom poms at the wall, spinning around and slumping down, pressing your head into your knees. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was coming into the gym to pass you an exercise book you'd accidentally left in his van, before freezing at the sight of you.
He rushed over to you, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. "Hey, hey, come on," he said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "What's up? What happened?"
You groaned, pulling your chin out of his hands and staring at the bleachers across the hall. "It doesn't matter," you bit out, and he snorted, pulling you into his arms. "Eds, seriously, it's fine."
He scraped the back of your head with his fingernails, and you sighed, relaxing into his grip. "Come on, babygirl," he said, coaxingly. "What did that mean ol' wall do to you to deserve this kinda treatment, hm? I don't think it'll survive another pom pom barrage."
You pressed your head back against the wall, Eddie still crouching in front of you as you stared up at the ceiling. "The college counselor," you said dully. "She wants me to go to Florida state."
"Uh-huh," he said, raising his eyebrows.
"For cheer."
He pressed his lips together into a thin line. "Your grades are a bit too good to go somewhere just 'for cheer'," he said after a long moment. "Take it from someone that's actively trying to coast."
"I know!" you cried, dropping your hands to your sides, where Eddie quickly scooped them up. "Like, I know I'm not a genius, but I want to do something other than cheer all my life! I have been doing other things! But for some reason when people look at me they go all 'goo goo ga ga Malibu Barbie', and assume I can't do anything other than jumps and flips!"
Eddie nodded reassuringly, stroking his fingers over your knuckles as you ranted.
"I've got some of the best grades in AP Lit, and I'm aceing Trig, like sure I'm not doing all that well at Science, but who the hell is? Mr Lang is an asshole! So with all that taken into account, plus my extracurricular bullshit, why are they making me go to a cheer school? I'm good. I'm better than good. I'm great. And this stupid hunk of a podunk town is just too small minded to see that I deserve to get out, so they want to send me somewhere to wither and fucking die." You snarled. "I'm not gonna let them. I'm gonna get out of here if it's the last goddamn thing I do."
"You're hot when you're mad," Eddie said, and you shut him up with a glare. "Princess, just ignore her. She doesn't know what she's talking about. She's stuck in this shitty rat town, too," he said softly, crawling toward you so his face was hovering near yours. "And you're gonna go in there, and you're gonna tell her exactly what you deserve, and you're gonna come out with your Harvard acceptance letter, or whatever, okay?"
You snorted. "I don't think I'm quite Harvard material, Eds."
He pressed a kiss to the place your eyebrows met, and smoothed the skin out. "I'll be waiting outside, okay? I'll make sure no one busts in when you're righteously murdering her with these weapons of mass destruction," he added, picking up one of your pom poms and waving it threateningly. "Stay back, college counselor! I'm armed!"
You laughed, and let your head collapse against his neck. "Okay," you said eventually. "I'll go give her a piece of my mind."
"Attagirl," Eddie said, pulling you to your feet. He paused for a moment, and shrugged his denim vest off, sliding it over your shoulders. The material dwarfed you, brushing the hem of your cheer skirt, and you looked up at him in confusion. "It's called a battle vest, sweet cheeks," he murmured, pushing your hair out of your eyes, "and someone's going to war." He waved a pom pom at you. "Go Tigers!"
You giggled, spinning for him in the vest. "Let's hope her AC is high enough for what I'm about to do to her."
Eddie nodded along, before freezing, watching as you made your way out of the gym. "Wait, AC? As in armour class? When did you start playing Dungeons and Dra--"
"Bye, Eddie!" you chirped, and vanished through the door.
He threw himself down onto the floor, clutching his heart. Damn. That girl would be the death of him. His little cheerleader.
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heads up seven up
thank uuu for the tag @encrucijada <3
okay for novel writing technically the last thing i wrote was edits (not even with the intention of editing really just playing around) on the until heaven opening (which is like. months old now but i'm not ready to actually draft the story so i keep quietly tinkering with the same set of 300 words and they don't feel first draft-y anymore) and the last thing i drafted was the lover boy opening so i'm just going to share both hehe 🫶 (also because the difference in sentence structure and thus length is sooooo fun to me)
from lover boy:
“I’m good.”
The man smiles like he believes him. He unzips and starts rummaging through a brown backpack and feels a need to keep a stream of words as he does so, fill the beachy quiet. How he and his friend — his best friend — had just got into San Francisco this morning. How they haven't slept and how they'd had been planning it for months, thinking about it for years, dreaming about it, how they stargazed the skyline from a gas station last night and couldn’t believe they had finally made it. Beau props himself up onto his elbows, half-listening, the man’s voice starting to blend into the waves, until he produces a Polaroid camera. “Could you get a photo of us, underneath the lights?.”
from until heaven (cw paternal death and vomit mention):
Joanne likes big parties, likes please, invite everyone! parties, likes what she calls chandelier parties: a self-defined philosophy that everyone’s lives would benefit from frequent doses of glamour, like a chandelier over an everyday dinner table. Felix has little experience with glamour; he'd brought a lemon risotto and gotten so wine drunk that, for a dizzy moment, he felt twenty-one again.
He does not remember the party. All he knows is that he’s still drunk – in that half-melted, sludgy way that wine stays in you – and that right now, on the other side of the city, his sister is waiting for him because their father is dead and instead he’s here, stuck in a suburb he could never afford to live in, where he doesn’t know the way home and is still wine drunk with cherry-coloured blots down the front of his white button up which had, at some point unknown to him, become half undone. He knows that his headache is quietly growing vicious and he should take off his headphones, but they’re singing about Heaven and Las Vegas again – two places he has never been – and he knows that at some point, still unknown to him, his father died, and maybe that means he’s now stuck in Heaven or Las Vegas or somewhere in between. Or maybe that means he’ll just be everywhere, in the rain on Felix’s face and the ache behind his eyelids, and that’s how it’ll stay.
It had been these revelations that woke him up before anyone else, on the couch of a seventies style conversation pit, dazed and then suddenly terrified, and it had been this terror that drove him to the bathroom because he thought he would vomit, but then didn't, and then noticed the roof was accessible through the window — which was when the cactus casualty took place — and now he's lying here, in the rain, all from a sudden and dire need for air.
tagging w/ no pressure @onomatopiya @musingsbycaitlin @filmografo and anyone who wants to be tagged!
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