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House of Furies by Madeleine Roux
This was an okay read; different from what I was expecting, and it would be a fun screen adaptation, but I wasn't blown away. In complete honesty, while my memory isn't the greatest anymore, I read this about a month ago, and when I went to write this review, I couldn't remember very much about the book, which sort of says it all.
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blogthefiresidechats · 2 months
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Best 10 Books in.....Horror
I’ve comprised a list of the 10 best books from the horror genre. This list is in no particular order and this list is only my opinions based on what books I’ve read in the past. Enjoy! I came to read this book back in 2018 and I remember it kept me pretty hooked throughout the entire story. The story follows two young boys when they initially think the circus has come to town during the month…
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thebookishcrypt · 1 year
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Batch Ratings for 2019: Paranormal/Creepy Edition
This is a list of dark books that I read in 2019 that I didn’t really write full reviews for but I still wanted to share my ratings for them! My full reading list can be found on my [Goodreads] so you can look further into them! 4/5 stars 4.5 stars 5/5 stars 3.7/5 stars “Wow. Predictable but intriguing nonetheless.” 2/5 stars “This was so good, predictable at almost every turn but…
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hoperays-song · 1 year
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Sometimes found family is a group of people going “fuck it, we might be all gay and traumatized, but let’s be gay and traumatized together.” And honestly, that’s beautiful.
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bookcoversonly · 2 years
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Title: House of Furies | Author: Madeleine Roux | Publisher: HarperTeen (2018)
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acomaflove · 4 months
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Meanwhile, in the murky depths of some underground tunnels:
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Wondering how Nesta kept a straight face honestly.
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literaila · 13 days
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do you ever think reader would storm out of the house after a fight between her & satoru? (referring to ur keeping secrets fic.) i feel like part of her wouldn’t bc she’s also thinking about the kids and she just can’t leave them, but she also seems a lot more grounded than satoru in general. i think the other part of her would also need a minute to step out for a bit bc i just know satoru drives her to insanity. i don’t knoww, satoru’s reaction to her storming out just infects my brain, but i know she couldn’t do that to megumi and tsumiki </3 i’m such a sucker for your hurt/comfort fics
“where are you going?”
“not sure,” satoru says, barely mumbling. “i didn’t ask.”
“you didn’t ask?”
he looks at you, just a glimmer of teasing in his eyes. but the rest of him is apprehensive—he knows what you’re thinking.
he always does.
but he looks back down, shoving shirts into a suitcase in the worst possible way.
“does it matter?” he asks, dryly. “it’s just another work trip.”
“how long are you going to be gone?”
“however long it takes to—“
“can i come with you?”
satoru pauses, and his eyes trail to you.
to you, where you’re standing in the doorway. you only know he’s leaving because of the suitcase, you only know that you can’t deal with him being gone again because of that feeling.
it’s reminiscent of packing your own bag at fifteen. of never returning home.
“you want to come?” satoru’s voice is too smooth, too unserious. “you hate planes. and what about work? you want to take your students too?”
“how long are you going to be gone?”
satoru sighs. he finally relents, walking over to you. his smile is a little irritated, tired. “it won’t take long,” he says, rubbing your shoulders. “you’ll get the bed all to yourself.”
“this is the fourth trip in the last three months.”
he tilts his head. “it’s the same amount as always.”
“it’s—“ you stop.
it’s different.
and your heart is racing, because you’re used to this feeling.
really, satoru has taken regular work trips for as long as you’ve known him. his passport is well used, his suitcase replaced almost once a year.
but it’s different.
because it used to be you, satoru, and the kids. it used to be you and the kids waiting at the door, talking about him behind his back, going to the airport to pick him up.
and even if you missed him, you knew that tsumiki missed him just as much. you knew that megumi was waiting for him to come back just the same—getting restless without someone there to mess with constantly.
it used to be you and the kids, when satoru was gone.
but now…
megumi is at school all week—and even when he comes home, it’s only to keep you happy. so that he can take a break from jujutsu, and sleeping in a dorm right next to yuji’s.
and tsumiki—
you stop thinking about that almost immediately.
it’s just not worth it.
when satoru leaves, you’re all alone.
“i wish you could come. you know how the higher ups are about—“
“why don’t you tell them no?”
satoru is wearing his blindfold, so you can’t see his eyes. but you see it as he leans back, looking at you curiously. “what?”
“tell them no. they’re scared of you, aren’t they? they’re not going to make you—“
“what other special grade sorcerer are they going to send?” he asks, shaking his head. “i hate them too, but if they need me—“
“i need you.”
satoru stops. you want to see his eyes—you want him to stay here.
you don’t want to walk around the house and chat with ghosts. you don’t want to be the only one left behind—the only one who has nothing else.
what about you? what’s supposed to happen to you when satoru leaves you behind?
he’s done it before, and he’ll do it again.
“what?”
“i don’t understand why you have to go,” you say, and you’re angry now. “i’m tired of your work trips, and i hate that you don’t even care, and i hate being in the house all alone—“
“what? what do you mean i don’t care?”
you pull away from him. just to do it first. “you don’t even try to get someone else to do it, you just leave—“
“why are you blaming me? i didn’t ask for this.”
“because you’re always gone! and i’m always alone, and you haven’t even asked me how i feel about it—“
“it’s not like i enjoy doing it,” he says, frowning. “i don’t like leaving you or the kids, it’s just work—“
“i think you do enjoy it,” you spit. and you know that you shouldn’t but, “you like being the only one that they can call. being the strongest. that’s why you haven’t told them no, that’s why—“
“what?”
“is it fun to leave the house? to escape for a week or two while i’m here to take care of everything?”
satoru scoffs. “are you kidding?”
“what? you can admit it. go on and leave. you’ve done it before, satoru.”
his jaw clenches. “if you don’t like being here,” he says, so soft—but you can feel it. the impending blow. “then go somewhere else.”
immediately, your body flinches back. you fall inwards, wanting nothing more than to fall back against him.
but it’s too late.
“i can’t help that im the strongest, i don’t enjoy leaving you—but ill do it because it’s my job. if you hate being alone, then find something else. go see megumi, or nanami, or—“
you take a step back, almost stumbling into the wall.
“you’re putting words in my mouth and i—“
but you don’t hear the rest of that sentence.
and maybe this is your fault. you shouldn’t have picked a fight, you shouldn’t have even said anything.
satoru isn’t to blame for your loneliness. he isn’t to blame for anything.
you turn around. and you walk out the door with shaking hands.
go somewhere else, he said.
and you will.
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fandomestuff · 1 year
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I uhhh... wanted to post this shot
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with a caption like "Omg!! Powerful mother and son we love!" or anywhere along these lines (knowing me and my blog this would all be in caps but shush not the point of this post)
But then I noticed this
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THEY BOTH HAVE TEARS IN THEIR EYES (there's the caps I was talking about hi)
WHY
WHY
THE ONLY ANSWER THAT COMES TO MY MIND IS A VERY OBVIOUS ONE THAT I'M NOT EVEN GONNA SAY
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shadowdaddies · 3 months
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Juniper and Fury by elizianna.the.one on Instagram 💜
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i-only-see-daylight · 2 months
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Cassian, staring lovingly at Nesta: I would die for you.
Nesta, reading her books: Then perish.
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the-darkestminds · 4 months
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If the age gap in SJM novels upsets you, consider this: it takes 500 years for a man to reach emotional maturity, and only around 20 years for women.
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hollifo · 1 year
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King's Fury | The Owl House | Photoshop
Oh precious baby boy 💔
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Orestes and Erinys
A bit over a month ago I had to give a short presentation on Aischylos‘ Oresteia as part of my coursework and reading it gave me the idea for this piece.
Specifically, it is referencing lines 1057-1058 of the Libation Bearers, where, for the first time, Orestes is seeing the Furies.
(The text does explicitly describe blood dripping from the Furies’ eyes, but when I noticed this, the idea of a blood-covered face had already developed, and I chose to keep it. Also I didn’t have the time or patience to paint more than two figures, so I suppose you can imagine the rest of the Furies somewhere off-screen or something)
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laurellerual · 1 year
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Whose your favorite Baratheon?
Ok, first of all, how dare you?! I love all my children equally Stan:
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The one true king of my heart and his sweet and doomed fawn.
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My rays of sunshine
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My personification of all self-destructive tendencies out there
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My strong girl and my dashed hopes for the future
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Them obv...
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And the rest too!
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hoperays-song · 1 year
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No because found family is being chosen. It’s someone seeing all your mess and all your flaws and loving you anyway. It’s support and acceptance and everything you never had but deserved. It’s loving you anyway despite the past and the future. It’s being worth so much to someone that when they see you, you are immediately wound into the constellation of their life and they never want you to leave. 
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Momma didn't raise a quitter. She definitely raised a bitch, but not a quitter.
-Nesta Archeron
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