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Look, I’m a bad queer, I don’t know my greek mythology, whoever has EPIC the musical as a hyperfixation please explain to me the whole thing to me if you have the patience cause the songs are bangers but I’m lost
#I thank you in advance#epic#epic the musical#epic the circe saga#epic the ocean saga#epic the troy saga#epic the cyclops saga#epic the underworld saga#epic the thunder saga#epic the hermes saga#epic the wisdom saga#greek mythology#lety rambles
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Bhai I am such a kalesh chori fr
#itne kaand ek din mein kaise kar leti hun mai#abhi toh din shuru hua hai sabr kar behen bohot time hai#padhai likhai ho rahi nahi sirf sabko pagal karti ja rahi hun#khud bhi pagal ho gayi hun yaar ah toh no one can save me#radha rambles#desiblr
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if you don't like your own posts literally wyd
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me, realizing i have literally no friends who want to meet me: this is fine :)
#i wanna get out of the house im so bored#but all my friends ignore me as they please#and never fucking answer#unless they want sth#SIGH#my ramblings#why doesn't leti live closer to me#@leti: why do you have to live in another COUNTRY#you're the only person who seems to enjoy my company at this point
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Keep Me Forever
Chapter 6, Infinite Resource 4154 k. By: Descarada. The fic overall is explicit but this chapter is not. Also on AO3.
This is written in my Eskel and His Angel universe, where Jaskier is a sex worker who goes by Dandelion.
Eskel saved Dandelion’s niece from a basilisk as a child so the young man had his heart (and other things) set on bagging that witcher as soon as he could lure him in as an adult.
Not only did he achieve that dream, but now he gets to see Kaer Morhen for the first time. This is the chapter where it FINALLY happens, he lays eyes on the old keep. Geralt has come out to escort them the rest of the way, and there are the first attempts at trust because this is going to be poly.
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Dandelion
Dandelion loved to attend bardic competitions. He was reminded of them now, riding the trail behind Geralt and Eskel.
He’d seen bards jump on stage with the festival band, never having played with them. They would wait a few cords, eyes cast to the ceiling, feeling the rhythm and pace of the band. Then they would jump in with their voices, usually triumphantly, though sometimes it took a few bars to get the tempo and pitch correct.
The band of brothers riding in front of him had been playing together for almost a hundred years. And he was the warbling newcomer.
And every thudding step the three horses took up the mountain road brought them closer to Kaer Morhen where he would be even more than a newcomer. He would be an oddity. Hopefully he wouldn’t be seen as an intruder.
Figuring out how to interact with Geralt, and with Eskel when he was with Geralt, had been a bit of a challenge, but he’d just followed Eskel’s lead. That strategy had seemed to be working well enough.
Eskel had told him to tend to Geralt’s wounds so he had. Eskel had directed Geralt to take care of Dandelion at the shop, so Dandelion had found something for Geralt to do. He’d delighted in it, in fact. Watching the two of them together was wonderful. They shared gestures, speech patterns, and seemed to communicate without words. He felt honored to be a welcome spectator.
But soon they would be in Kaer Morhen with the rest of the wolves. It felt like a chasm of the unknown. Dandelion stood on the edge of it, hoping for the best.
However, the uncertainty didn’t taint the thrill for him.
“So, when you said your lifelong dream awaited,” asked Geralt. “What dream was that?”
The witcher turned his head so that his voice travelled back to Dandelion. He rode on his brown mare, and the muscles of his back tensed and bunched in response to the jostling of the rocky road.
“Oh, you know,” Dandelion shouted ahead. “Just a bit of hyperbole. I’m excited is all.”
Dandelion still felt vulnerable exposing how much this actually meant to him.
What could he say? I’ve been studying you and Kaer Morhen for ten years? That meeting Eskel was one of three moments that changed my life forever?
Because Dandelion had counted them.
There were three events that he could point to to say... and after that, nothing was the same. After that, I felt like I was living in a new life, for better or for worse .
The first had been when his parents and brother in law Lucas had died. That one had obviously been for wors e. Dandelion (Julian then) was orphaned within the space of a week. His sister Sarah had been orphaned and made a widow.
Sarah had been a giddy newlywed with apple cheeks, a doting young wife with her entire life planned out. After having her family and her future ripped from her, she became a shadow of her former self. She didn’t eat, she didn’t sleep. She was practically a wraith.
And they had lost almost everything material. They’d kept their titles but that was about it. Their hopeful, full life turned bleak and lonely. They moved out to the small farm that used to be occupied by their workers. They ate and drank and worked in silence, just the two of them. Sometimes an aunt or a cousin would come around to visit. They would sit on the porch and make stilted, polite conversation drenched in grief and exhaustion.
The second event that had changed everything was the day Sarah found out she was pregnant. She and her Lucas had been trying to conceive before he fell ill. But she didn’t know that their efforts had taken root until after he was gone.
There is nothing like the bright beam of new life to cut through the despair of loss. They became determined to survive. When Lety was born, Julian took pride in stepping into the role of a father figure for the baby, even at his young age. It meant he was needed. They survived on every gurgle, every gummy grin, every clasp of grey eyed Lety’s chubby fingers. She gave them the love they needed to get up each morning and greet her with kisses.
The third day that changed Dandelion’s life forever was the day he met Eskel. That was the day they almost lost the only thing that had delivered them from total despair. Their little Lety.
Some people think that healing from grief is a linear process. It isn’t. You can live your life in grief for ages. You can walk on bloody eggshells around its remains, edging around the ragged and painful bits forever. You can avoid anything that reminds you of what you used to have. You can survive by cradling your injured limbs and keeping them from hitting doorways. You can survive without healing. Without turning your face to the world once again.
That was what Sarah and young Julian were doing, the day Lety wandered off into the path of the basilisk. They were caring for each other, but shutting out the rest of the world that had wounded them. Shutting out their own grief.
If Lety had died that day, Dandelion couldn’t honestly claim that he would be here today. At minimum, he would not be in the state he was in, healthy and passionate about living. He was almost certain Sarah wouldn’t be here at all.
Almost losing Lety had been a shock to the system. Those terrifying moments where Julian tore through the woods screaming for her still lived in a corner of his soul. They would forever. Those terrifying moments where Sarah waited, growing more frantic, changed her too. It had reminded both of them that there was still life left to be fought for. It transformed them, and thus their lives.
They both manifested this change in different ways. They both would have described it using different words. But this was essentially what both of them understood that day.
It was time to set aside the despair for what they had lost. It was time to fight for what they still had.
They had found the strength to fight again, thanks to Eskel.
It was fitting that the first fight Julian ever got into was over Eskel.
Some kid in town ran up to him the day after Eskel rescued Lety, and asked if it was true - if they were so poor that the witcher who had saved Lety had ravaged Sarah for compensation.
The crack when Julian’s knuckles hit the kid’s jaw had been satisfying. He had expected Sarah to chide him when he came home bruised with the kid’s mother dragging him by the ear. But his sister talked the woman down and when they were once again alone, had smiled at him and pinched his cheek. He protested as always. He was too grown up to have his cheek pinched. But he listened to her words.
“What people believe about us matters,” she had said. “People give you what they believe you will accept. And now people believe that we will defend each other, and our friends.”
She wasn’t the same Sarah as before all of their losses, exactly. But she wasn't the one who grimly survived. She had new vigor. She started laying a plan for how to get back their property and position. It was for Lety, she said. She would lay the groundwork with powerful nobles and once Julian was of age and had legal standing, they would be unstoppable.
For the first time since losing them, they talked about their parents at meals, remembering the pie their mother had cooked, or the toys their father had carved for them. Julian even overheard Sarah telling stories about Lucas to Lety. “You get your ridiculous sense of humor from your father. Once we were watching a play, and —“
And Julian, for his part, had found new life as well. The only two lives he had lived until then was first his childhood in the safe embrace of his parents. Then he had known a lonely life when the world was cruel and frightening.
But meeting Eskel had planted a seed. He still had life to fight for. And meeting Eskel had given him his own passion. Something that he could disappear into, a haven.
At first, when Julian began his study of witchers, he was truly only looking for things like mating rituals, anatomy studies (sketches preferably) and ways to seduce the man who had saved Lety. At fifteen years old, he very much thought with his cock. And Eskel was spectacular.
But as he studied, he became fascinated by the history and stories of all witchers. He read about the different schools and their respective training techniques. He read about decoctions and weaponry. He was captivated by the ancient keep at Kaer Morhen and its secrets.
Sarah didn’t chide him for his fixation. In fact she found ways to add to his collection of books and relics that they found at Oxenfurt and Aretuza estate sales. She would do his chores when he rode to Oxenfurt for public lectures. Even though she didn’t share his passions, (she was much more interested in palace intrigue and regaining their property), she let him ramble on at dinner and at bedtime. She let him tell Lety bedtime stories about the latest tales of witcher contracts and monster slaying.
She was just happy to see her younger brother excited about anything again.
One of the books she sold her combs to afford, Ancient Sea Keeps, was packed away in his saddle bags. On its way to Kaer Morhen.
He had sent her a letter before he left, so she would know by now that he was on his way.
He imagined what she would say when she read it.
She would say, you scoundrel, you’ve done it .
Dandelion looked around at the towering pines and inhaled the crisp mountain air. He listened to the occasional chatter of the two witchers riding in front of him. Their voices drifted back to him, entwined with the other sounds of the mountains, with birds and rustling branches.
At the moment they were arguing over who would enter the cockatrice into their journal.
“That was my kill. I had it.” Said Eskel, in the clanging rough voice that was already beginning to sound like home.
“Ahhhhhh,” grunted Geralt in his deep purr, “you had nothing. If I hadn’t come into the clearing you’d still be fighting it, wishing for me to deliver you.” Geralt clutched his chest and delivered an uncanny impersonation of Eskel. “Where is the white wolf? If only he were here.”
Eskel snorted derisively.
“You wish,” he laughed. “I let you kill it to help build your confidence. If anything, you slowed me down.”
Dandelion smiled to himself and absently patted Butterscotch, who was a real trooper on this trail. Come to think of it, so was he. His riding had come so far in a matter of days, by necessity.
As they ventured deeper into the mountains, the shadows grew longer. Dandelion finally began to feel the cold. He knew the witchers were probably still fine, so he tried to forebear.
But when Eskel called for a break and they slid from their horses, the witcher noticed him rubbing his hands together.
Eskel came over to him and slipped an arm around his waist.
“You good?” Eskel asked, and he leaned his forehead against his. The feel of his body so close, comforted every part of Dandelion by its mere presence. To be near Eskel meant love. It meant protection.
Dandelion shivered and Eskel pulled him tight against his barrel chest. The witcher rubbed his back and arms briskly and kissed his temple.
“C’mon,” he said, and he led Dandelion over to Scorpion. He rummaged in his bags and pulled out a few rolled up garments.
“That isn’t enough for the trail up. You’re going to borrow my things,” he said. “Take off the cloak.”
Dandelion slipped off the cloak and laid it carefully over Scorpion.
Eskel first held out a thick knit sweater, and Dandelion pulled it on.
Geralt walked over.
“Everything good?”
Eskel nodded.
“Can’t have him freeze on his way up.”
Dandelion pulled down the sweater. It looked rather dashing actually.
Eskel leaned in for a kiss. Dandelion melted against his warm lips.
When he pulled away, Geralt was there, holding out a pair of gloves. Dandelion shot his sweetest smile at him. He even batted his lashes for good measure.
“Thank you, darling,” and he pulled them on.
“Can’t have our first human visitor in years say we weren’t good hosts,” Geralt grunted.
Then Eskel settled the cloak over his shoulders and tied it again. And lastly, he slipped a soft hat onto Dandelion’s head and pulled it down over his ears.
“Ooo, cashmere?” asked Dandelion, reaching up to run his fingers over it.
“Made it from lil bleater’s wool,” he said. Eskel kissed Dandelion’s nose, then his lips.
Dandelion preened inwardly, but outwardly he looked puffed and layered. If he fell over, he could probably be rolled up the mountain.
“I think we’d better take the rest on foot,” Said Eskel, looking around.
Dandelion looked over the trail. It seemed wide enough to continue on horseback.
Eskel gestured towards a thinning area in the branches to their left. When they neared, Dandelion realized it was the trail. Witcher’s Trail. They had arrived. He would have never seen it if Eskel hadn’t pointed it out.
He had pored over the maps, he knew the basic route. But he also knew that witcher trail was enigmatic and didn’t show itself to non witchers or non magical humans. He knew he would only find it, and find his way to the end of it with the guidance of Eskel and Geralt.
Even after they squeezed through the branches, this offshoot trail seemed to blend into the surroundings. Dandelion was sure he would have been lost in moments without the witchers there to guide him. They crossed creeks where Dandelion would have lost the trail, but they picked it up instinctively without hesitation, and climbed.
They climbed and climbed. Dandelion’s ears tingled with the cold, and his hands gripping Buttercup’s reins became stiff and sore despite the gloves.
Wind whipped around them, and sometimes branches twacked his cloak as he passed. The sound of his own breath grew louder in his ears. He made sure to keep Scorpion and Eskel in his sights at all times.
He kept his head up and strained to see all around him. He walked a trail few non magical humans ever got to see. This was special. He would imprint every sensation into his memory banks.
He would remember the green of the pine, the fresh smoke smell. This was the scent he always sensed on Eskel. He was on an adventure, but Eskel was returning home. He would see Eskel at home, which meant he would truly know him, as much as a person can know another.
Hours past, and the sun lowered in the sky. But Dandelion wasn’t weary. He was exhausted, but not weary. He pulled the cloak tight. His legs burned. But he rejoiced, and strained to see the first glimpse of that ancient, legendary keep he’d dreamt of for so long.
When Kaer Morhen jutted out before him above the peaks of the trees, he didn’t even see it at first. The gray stones of the keep practically blended into the mountain, and gray mist hung around its turrets.
It wasn’t until they came to a stop and Eskel shouted back, pointing, that Dandelion’s gaze materialized and his mind interpreted what he was seeing.
Kaer Morhen.
Caer a'Muirehen
Keep of the Elder Sea
When he knew what he was looking at, the pieces of it suddenly sharpened. The outer and inner walls. The balconies and parapets.
It was like seeing a mystical place. A legend. A secret, only unlocked for the magical and mutated. And it was being opened for him. Sex worker of Sodden, Viscount of Vice, and now, Eskel’s angel.
He gazed in wonder. It was only after his throat began to feel sore that he realized his jaw had dropped and he’d been breathing the cold air through his mouth.
He’d stopped momentarily and Eskel had waited patiently. He licked his chapped dry lips and mouthed the word,
“Wow!”
Eskel smiled proudly.
The book Dandelion had stuffed in his bags to keep his drawing for Eskel safe had been his main source of information about the old castle. He wasn’t sure why he’d brought it with him. He was trying to keep his witcher fixation subtle after all. But he hadn’t been able to resist. And of course sketches cannot do the real, actual thing justice.
The sketches in the book were from its infancy, when it was shiny and new. Before the attacks. The majestic, crumbling architecture was everything he had imagined and more.
After allowing him to gape for a few moments, Eskel urged them on.
The air grew thinner, and his head lightened. Eskel began to stop often to check on him and offer him water. Buttercup was showing remarkable stoicism. So were Roach and Scorpion, but that had been expected. They’d taken this road many times.
When they emerged from the last line of trees before the keep. Dandelion stopped cold, face tilted up to take in as much of it as he could. It was more stunning than he could have imagined. Now he could make out the balustrades, the walkways atop the walls. This was a massive keep, with few equals outside of royal domains.
He vaguely heard Eskel murmuring to Geralt, asking him to wait.
After a few moments, he reminded himself that he would be here all winter. He would have all the time in the world to stare at Kaer Morhen.
“You ready?” Asked Eskel.
“I’m ready,” said Dandelion.
The first part of the keep that they approached was the outer defensive wall. It was bordered by two barbicans and in its center was a massive wooden gate.
The moat lay in front of it, ringed in dark green moss. The muddy banks around the top of the moat hinted that it had once been deeper. The water shimmered dark and the moon sparkled off of the ripples where minnows poked up their heads.
The bridge was a stone path that was bumpy in places. In the twilight, it would require some amount of concentration to cross.
“Are you ok,” asked Eskel. “Not too light headed?”
“I’m good,” nodded Dandelion.
“Walk in front,” said Eskel. “We’ll have Butterscotch follow Scorpion.”
Dandelion took the first few steps. He kept his eyes carefully on the path in front of him, intent not to trip on any rocks.
But when he was about halfway across, the gleam of something white in the shallow water on his left caught his eyes. He quickly glanced, and the shape of the white object brought him to a swift stand still.
It looked like a bone.
It couldn’t be.
But in the dimness of dusk it looked as such. Dandelion couldn’t help but stop and stare. Eskel and Geralt came to a stop behind him with the procession of horses. Dandelion pointed.
“That looks like a bone,” he said, and he felt stupid as he said it. Why would it be a bone?
“It is, love,” said Eskel, drawing closer and placing a hand on his lower back.
Then other sparkles of white emerged from the water, once Dandelion knew what he was looking for. It dawned on him slowly that there were white shaped objects all over the floor of the moat, resting quietly.
“Yes. Well,” said Dandelion, voice unsure. He knew about the attack on the keep. As disturbing as it was, these men had done this to themselves, attacking the witchers and slaughtering them. This was the best they deserved. “I supposed it’s a good reminder to your enemies. Never again.”
Eskel leaned in to kiss him on the temple. Dandelion smiled bravely. He didn’t consider himself a coward. But a watery graveyard of bones still wasn’t something he relished.
“No, those are mostly the witchers we lost,” said Eskel.
Dandelion’s heart sunk. “All of your brothers-in-arms are in there?”
Eskel squeezed him tight by the waist.
He slid out of Eskel’s arms and knelt by the water, sweeping his eyes over the water, making out different kinds of bones: skulls, femurs, hands. The passing of clouds obscured them, then cleared, and they glistened at him once more.
Dandelion realized that every time Eskel walked in and out of the keep, the bones of his people watched him quietly. They were posed as they had fallen, in violent death, betrayed by the very people who had created them, who had needed them, until they didn’t.
Dandelion couldn’t help picturing the bones of his parents in there. Could he walk by them? Bare and exposed?
Eskel knelt beside him, leathers creaking.
“Are you alright?”
Dandelion sighed and swallowed. He looked for his voice and was grateful to find it. “It’s not about me, I know,” he said distantly, unable to yank his eyes from the scene before him. “It’s just. They weren’t buried. Or burned. Why not?”
“Vesemir said it was so we wouldn’t forget,” Eskel said gently.
“But. Did you do anything for them?” He asked softly. “To honor them?” He couldn’t, wouldn’t, shame the very people most traumatized by the siege. But he couldn’t understand it.
“No,” said Eskel. “I suppose at the time we didn’t think about it. We were all--”
“In shock?” said Dandelion. “Numb?” He understood that. He’d been numb and had avoided properly grieving for years. Until Eskel had burst into his life. Until Eskel had sliced the light of his life out of a basilisk belly.
“Yes,” said Eskel. “We mostly tended to Vesemir. He was here you know. We found him under the corpse of his mentor. It’s how he survived.”
“Oh,” said Dandelion. He gazed, now unseeing, over the water. “That’s awful.” There weren't any words for it, really. “And you just get used to this?”
“It doesn’t help to dwell on something you can’t change,” said Geralt. It was only then that Dandelion realized that Geralt had come up to stand next to them. He loomed above, with crossed arms.
“That’s true,” Dandelion said, looking up at Geralt. “But. Ah it’s just—” He stopped. “Nevermind. It’s not about me.” His voice faltered, and he clenched his fists. He blinked and bit his tongue.
“I’ll see you two inside,” said Geralt abruptly. His voice sounded husky. He stepped around them and trudged towards the keep without another word. Roach clomped lightly around them too, following his witcher.
Dandelion turned to Eskel. His eyes were adjusting to the darkening sky. The patience and tenderness in Eskel’s eyes almost undid him. This was Eskel’s tragedy. Why was he holding Dandelion’s hand through his shock?
“I’m sorry,” said Dandelion. “I upset him. I. Was just surprised.”
Eskel took his chin and pulled him to look into his eyes.
“It’s ok,” he said. “If he’s upset, it isn’t your doing. I’ll check on him later.”
Dandelion smiled ruefully. “And he was just getting used to me.”
Eskel chuckled.
“Used to you? Is that what you think happened here these last few days? He got used to you?”
Dandelion nodded. “He let me braid his hair. He laced the bodice for me.”
“Oh sweetness,” said Eskel, pulling him in for an encompassing, tight hug. “Geralt doesn’t just let people touch him. He doesn’t just loan out his clothes. That was him shouting affection.”
Dandelion pulled back enough to look into Eskel’s sparkling eyes.
“Really?” He asked.
Eskel nodded. “Really.”
Dandelion nuzzled back into his neck. There they were, sitting on the stones in a pathway surrounded by gleaming bones, and Dandelion had never felt so safe.
“I’m proud of you,” whispered Eskel.
Dandelion had a deficit of people saying they were proud of him. It happens by nature when you don’t have parents. So he tucked that feeling away in his heart.
“So. About Geralt,” said Dandelion. “If lending me gloves, and allowing me to touch him without violence is affection, then he worships you.”
Eskel made a tsking noise. “Eh, it's complicated. We were kind of something more for awhile...but then...” there was a pause. “It was his choice. I understood. He can have anyone.”
“He said himself that he makes terrible choices,” said Dandelion.
Again it was silent. Dandelion watched a crawdad skip across the water.
“I’m with you now,” said Eskel softly.
“Darling,” said Dandelion. “Love is an infinite resource.”
“What do you mean?” asked Eskel.
“I mean...” now Dandelion was searching for words. “I mean that, while I would not like to share you with just anyone, there are people who only increase the amount of love available. Geralt is a part of you. And I don’t believe in a love that requires you to cut off part of who you are.”
Dandelion forced himself to look out over the moat again. “Different people give you different things. He anchors you. He was there. I’m the lark who gives you new wings. We can both matter.”
Eskel squeezed him again. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” said Dandelion.
They held each other long enough to shake the cold of the trail. They held each other until Scorpion and Buttercup began complaining. The horses must have sensed Roach inside, eating oats without them.
“Let’s get you inside and warmed up,” said Eskel. “And now that you’ve spent a week puffing me up, let’s see if I still fit in the door.”
He stood and held out his hand for Dandelion to take.
"Very good. Any advice for making a good impression on the rest of your family?" asked Dandelion.
"Sure," said Eskel. "Ignore Lambert."
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I feel you! The Serena vs Simona final in 2019 had been scratching my head. It was over in five minutes. I blinked and Halep was being handed her trophy. I was like "Wait. It's over? Just like that?"
The next day though - Djokovic vs Federer. That was intense. I think I had several meals and managed to complete some chores due to how anxious I was getting. It was long but it was rewarding. Was rooting for Federer because while I admit Djokovic is very talented, I don't like him nearly as much as Roger.
It was so so quick. I was really sad to see Serena not playing on her best form but there was part of me that was really pleased Simona won because the commentators here were doing their usual thing in the lead up to the match and talking about how Simona had no chance and was nowhere near Serena's level and then she won easily. It was nice to see their rude ramblings be totally contradicted haha.
That was a great match. We definitely got what we expected from that one, I remember it being a bit of a marathon. I don't know what it is about Djokovic but yeah, I've never warmed to him. I know quite a lot of people who feel that way actually. I'm a huge Nadal stan. He's my baby. I was talking about the 2001 tournament being the first one I watched and how that's special to me but I think 2008 with Nadal was the first time I was really invested and not just watching because my grandmother watched tennis. His reaction was so incredible (and included some royal cameos from Felipe and Leti) and ever since then I've just loved him. He just reminds me of a joyful puppy when he plays and I love that about him. Federer is a charming, gentlemanly person as I talked about recently so it's hard not to like him. And the personal respect and friendship between them also makes them both very endearing. They are so funny together and it's a really sportsmanlike thing to be so gracious towards someone when you have such an iconic "rivalry." Djokovic is an exceptionally good player - maybe the best - but I just don't really like him very much and I don't know exactly why.
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Firstly, lemme just say - I’m happily surprised that anyone might be looking forward to my rambles on the fiction I consume - cool!
Secondly, I agree with everything you’ve said.
I still can’t get over Yahima. Everything was wrong with that - didn’t make sense in or outside the narrative, they didn’t even treat Montrose’s random and insane ability to murder someone in cold blood seriously, looked like they just needed Yahima out of the way. Bad. Just Bad.
I loved the way black characters were the true protagonists in LC - but why throw the only goddamn native american away like a they’re just a plot device - like they mean nothing??? That’s.... almost a parody of real life. Do that shit to the white characters! Not somebody like Yahima!!! It does explain their treatment of Ji-ah as well. (But doesn’t explain why her episode was so incredible (imo))
Ruby/Christina was fascinating. They kept nuancing the relationship throughout the season - so??? And I’m not upset that they’re dead necessarily (well I am, mostly about Ruby because WHAT) - but they ended the whole thing in a 1 second flashback??? jeeze. You’re right - why include another reminder that Christina really cared about Ruby in the car accident scene and then relegate the climax of the betrayal/trust do they/will they? to a 1 second flashback? They threw that away like it meant nothing when it carried half the season!
I’d not realised that that was what Leti likely told Ruby about the Mark of Cain. Why....not actually show that? That’s not something that you can just leave out if that’s what swayed Ruby? But why the hell did Christina unMark Leti anyway? I didn’t see the point of that or the character continuity in that either.
I was like - wow! Ruby and Christina finally kissed as themselves! And then whether that meant anything was thrown out as irrelevant really. I wanted to see how far Ruby would go - what she really wanted from Christina vs. what she stood to lose. A conclusive answer on that. But no. I thought Christina was going to offer Ruby immortality as well! Or at least - I would have thought that would have come up at the very least? As...that would make them fundamentally equal/unequal? Christina was sharing - but was she sharing enough? what did Ruby really want?? That was my question. And how far would Christina go to give it to her? That was the whole push pull to them.
Ruby being the variable that led to her downfall would have been very poetic - you’re right -....if they had actually fully articulated that.... :///
You’re so RIGHT about the weird conflicting messages - Ji-ah being about choice and then the writers putting the words ‘there is no choice’ in a character’s mouth - and making it come true too. And then they namedrop the monster vs. ‘hero?’ (i also found that a weird choice of word - im sure thats not what they said during Ji-ah’s ep) but they don’t really carry it into the episode in truth.
More than anything the scene that was missing for Ji-ah was a scene with Leti - something about solidarity, and understanding, and support, and acceptance. I loved her being part of the family - but she just - was suddenly there.
When Dee was crushing Christina’s throat I was just going in my head: stop stop stop stop you gotta stop, Dee. But nope. The first thing she ever does with her new metal arm isn’t drawing, creating, it’s killing somebody in cold blood. My god. That’s such a hopeless message.
I think that throughout the episodes, they managed to make violence against white people feel both protective and cathartic, even if it was monstrous and gruesome. But to me they really missed the mark on this one. It was just watching Dee tipping over the edge into freefall.
why the heck did Hippolyta give her a ‘explode throat’ power setting on her rad arm that was meant for drawing cool comics???
I read a reply that said that Dee was reading Tic’s son’s book and that made it so she tried to kill Christina before she could do more/because it was preordained by the book - but they didn’t show us that either. She didn’t even go: hey so you’re responsible for my dad’s death huh? That might have even worked! would have tied Christina’s shitty ‘im not the bad guy really’ arc together if she’d denied it and told Dee that was her dad - and Dee could be like: yeah but you just stood by didn’t you.
Anyway - it all feels like they ran out of time - or got too attached to doing the ancestral thing slow - which is weird. The flashbacks really give me that impression.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
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If its okay, Can I get Leti for a 8 20 and a 72?
8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?
Leti talks a mile a minute, rambling on and on, but with a sweet lilting to it. Almost as if she’s singing as she talks. And you know that part in Bambi where Faline is this giggly hyperactive girl? That’s how I imagine her laugh and voice is like, except with a slight accent.
20. What kind of mother/father would your OC be?
Aw, Leti would have been a great mother. She could never be as stern as Imelda was, but she would have been the most nurturing and sweetest mother in the world. She would also embarrass the heck out of her kids by trying to be a “cool mom” and keep up with what’s hip with the in crowd, usually being a few months too late on fads. But she tries!
72. What is your OC’s favorite kind music (and song if there is one)?
Norteño and polka, as they have heavy amounts of the accordion in them. Her favorite song is her father’s Bang Bang Bang y Pop Pop,which confuses the heck out of him because that’s one of his admittedly lower quality songs. But it’s very bouncy and she’s a very bouncy girl.
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i cant sleep and its too hot to fucking function in my basement so lovecraft country ramble time
ok so first off I TOTALLY CALLED BLONDE BITCH BEING THE NEXT BIG BAD fuck yeah! I knew she plotted to kill her father and this was her sole purpose for luring Tic in, not because she wanted his power or prestige but because she knew it would give her shit dad enough hope to convince him to commit suicide by attempting some crazy spell lol. But there is no way she has Tic or Leti's best interests in mind, i am one hundred percent convinced that this girl is after power in the way her father wants power - which is like an awesome way of highlighting white womens tendency to want to gain the privilege of white men rather than seeking to destroy the entire system of privilege. Thats why i think Tic and Leti are gonna have to take the white lady down. Also pretty sure the white lady and creepy stare dude are the same person and that she can switch genders which is kinda cool, but also if she is the big bad and her evilness is tied to her fathers hatred of women and then we throw in some magical sex change and bisexuality in there...yeahhhhh. oh well, im not too concerned cause the rest of the story is too ducking good.
I AM SO CONFUSED BY ALL THE HORROR STUFF like i totally get all the history references (except for emmit till that was very sad and wow what detail), but i am shooting in the dark trying to figure out how all these different pieces of lore fit together. i think that might be the one complaint i have about the show, the rules of the magic are unclear and not well explained....i am very picky about magic and rules, ive been spoiled by diana wynne jones expert handling of this. BUT its a cool magic and the history side of the story is spectacular so again not too concerned.
Papa Tic is gay isnt he :( and in love with that bar owner dude, and this must be why George is Tic's real father (still in denial that he is dead) and why that one random guy who seems to be an old classmate of Tic and Leti's keeps taunting Tic about it. Papa Tic being gay could also explain why his father beat the life out of him but not George, which was always a little wishywashy and uncertain. If this is the case, im gonna cry, cause like that suddenly humanizes this character in a way that i think could make it possible for this epic quest to mend Tic and Papa Tic's family.
Im in love with Leti, like the entire show could be her character and Id probably be happy. I wish we could see more of her motivations, and as much as I enjoyed the spontaneous kiss it felt...well...spontaneous.
Leti's sister and white bitch boy was...disturbing? I think it was supposed to be like a steamy sex scene???? I dont honestly know? It was just weird and fell under the im not watching this category alongside like the monsters ripping peoples heads off so...okay.
I CANT BELIEVE PAPA TIC DID THE THING and then the quote in the previews about the magic turning people evil....ALL this makes sense but like...as a history buff....I CANT BELIEVE PAPA TIC DID THE THING. i was super looking forward to having an ancient human deal with the modern world captain america style too. she was already one of my favorite characters and i was invested in her story and how they were all going to heal her and learn so much and then they just....did....that. im biased though, i desperately love any south american history and i think thats where they hinted she was from?? Maybe central america? It said something about many waters which made me immediately think of Tenochtitlan. but again i dont think im enough of an expert here to catch all the references.
ANYWAY if the way the show is headed is that this magic corrupts peoples minds this totally fits with the allegory of the systems of power (white supremacy/racism) needing to be taken down and obliterated rather than (as blonde bitch lady is doing) working to infiltrate them from the inside and take power for themselves. This is also fitting with the fact that Tic didn't do anything to 'earn' his power - it was just birthright and shows how superficial the secret society's connections are. So, hopefully because of this Tic will be able to see through the temptation (theres a lot of adam eve and temptation stuff to delve into too) and allure of absolute power and realize that by learning this stuff he is actually endangering his family even more rather than hope to wield the power and protect them. Kinda like poor Boromir and the ring of power actually.
I LOVE THIS SHOW sorry if this readmore doesnt work and i accidentally give someone spoilers
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Tell us about this Lovecraft Country! What's it about? :3c
thank you for asking ily because you always know just what i want to ramble about
well it depends on which version you want to know about, and there will be spoilers i’m sure because i’m bad at that so spoiler warning everyone!!
it’s a book (and now a promisingly good show) that takes the works of hp lovecraft and his absolute rampant fucking racist bullshittery and turns and twists it in a really interesting way. mostly putting black characters in all the main heroic roles and never needing to be rescued by the white savior or if there is a white savior they don’t fucking need it thank you very much, they’re all smart and heroic and incredibly badass.
what really made the book interesting (again, the show only has one episode so i can’t speak to it just yet) is that there were no real lovecraftian monsters present or in the forefront, only alluded to, but the real monsters were the white people and the cops and the era in which the book took place, the jim crow era in the us was a fucked up gross place that was just as monstrous as actual monsters and that was what the book made sure we knew it. it’s very topical and very important for the time now and everyone needs to watch it
also i loved that each member of atticus’ family and friend group; george, leti, ruby, hippolyta, montrose, etc; each had their own chapter in the book where they encountered something supernatural/social/political/the one white dude that weaves himself into each of their stories that they deal with in their own way and it all comes together like pieces of a puzzle in the end and that is my favorite kind of storytelling
basically: it’s a very important story with a lot of great, strong, characters and a lot of things are still relevant and topical for the time today as well as when the story takes place and really people should read this book, it’s very very good and very powerful
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Just thought about sharing this frame right here
Do with it what you will
#the split second before the lips touch are always my favorite part to analyze like a psycho#sorry about the motion blur#this was a bitch to screenshot but I had to#for science#also can you tell that I really like Tommy and buck together and want them to be endgame?#I’ll hide the next bit in the tags cause some shippers are scary:#I don’t really want buddie to happen#im not against it but there is something about eddies actor#that makes me feel like he’s one of those bros is fine with gay people but not near him#and this is purely my own impression#I don’t think he said or done anything to give that impression#you know how there are certain actors who simply refuse to kiss men because of fragile masculinity#because I’m straight bro#anyway#Back to Tommy and buck#I really like them together and they better have at least one kiss as intense as buck had with other partners in the past#not just a peck like last week to get diversity points#ya know#shmexy kisses#lety rambles#tuck#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#oliver stark#lou ferrigno jr
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A, B, J, K, T, and Z for the ask meme!
Only getting onto this now, I’m so sorry anon!
A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.
Top of mind I have: Geralt/Yen, Geralt/Dandelion, Jon/Dany, Nate/Elena, Chloe/Nadine, Gladnis, basically all combinations available of the chocobros, Elizabeth/Mr. Darcy, Emma/Mr. Knightley. And there’s also my homemade ships lmao. Case in point: Gladio/Ronnie, Cor/Candela, Sam/Darcy, Rafe/Leti c/o @oc-musings
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
I wasn’t really a big fan of Aerdyn until @valkyrieofardyn made me realize things I’ve been missing in my life lmao
J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)
Haikyuu!! I started reading the manga and watching the series after seeing it all over my dash and good lord it’s actually really good.
K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?
In no particular order: Nathan Drake in Uncharted; Tsukishima in Haikyuu!!; Bakugou in BNHA
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?
I have a lot and I can go all day but I won’t bore y’all with that for now lmao
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)
I’m going for Witcher-related because I’ve been rewatching the series and can I just say, Anya Chalotra’s performance as Yennefer gave even more nuance to Yen and she’s a bloody brilliant actress and I’m so, so glad about Lauren’s decision to include her backstory.
fandom/ship ask meme
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CONGRATS ON 500 LETI U DESERVE IT SM!!! 🔮👽 that awkward moment when i dont have a favourite quote but i want a playlist 🤔 the first one that comes to mind is "the first step is the hardest" which is basic af but a good life philosophy, i find. anyways im rambling gtg love u bye
Thank you so much biaa
🔮 Alternative Blograte:
Teen Movie trope: the jock | the nerd | the emo | the mean girl | the class clown | the bff
Horror Movie trope: the nympho | the athlete | the virgin | the weed kid | the know-it-all | the killer
Supernatural being: werewolf | mermaid | vampire | witch | ghost | elve | fairy
Extraodinary pet: dragon | pegasus | phoenix | dinossaur | unicorn | wolf
Season: winter | spring | summer | autumn
Comic book team: avengers | guardians | x-men | young avengers | justice league | teen titans | justice league dark | green lantern corps
👽 Playlist it’s kinda too ecletic oops
Fix You - Coldplay
Mais Uma Vez - Renato Russo
New Perspective - Panic! At The Disco
Secrets - One Republic
The Lucky One - Taylor Swift
Tidal Wave - Owl City
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୨⎯ "TAGS" ⎯୧ 🍥 ·˚ ༘
➸ leti!writes — all of my works will receive this tag
➸ leti!rambles — mostly me speaking some nonsense
➸ leti!recs — my recommendations
➸ leti!answers — me answering asks
➸ ☀︎︎![name] — anyone who doesn’t anonymously send their asks will receive their own tag
➸ ☀︎︎!anon — every anonymous ask will receive this tag
➸ leti!brainrot — my inability to stop thinking about [insert character]
➸ ☯︎︎!m — anything NSFW will receive this tag, block it if 18+ content makes you uncomfortable !
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guess who got reunited!!!! @fassbevder
this time for 10 whole days!! <3
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BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Lovecraft Country on HBO
I've been slacking on reviews and watching stuff. Getting hyperfixated on things and staying on them longer than I intended. But, I miss my blerd friends and most of them are hooked on Lovecraft Country at the moment. So, despite not knowing how mentally or emotionally prepared for the content I am, I'm gonna just dive in.
This'll likely be unpolished and rambling, as I'm making notes as I watch, liveblogging and jotting down my thoughts as I go through this. I'll try to include a comprehensive and coherent conclusion afterwards - if I'm capable, because tbh, my body is not ready. Let's do this thang, Sis.
NOTES/LIVEBLOGGING:
Episode 1: Sundown Town
Episode 2: Whiteys on the Moon
Episode 3: Holy Ghost
Holy Ghost, episode 3 LET'S GO!!!
Okay.. Few things...
THAT FUCKING GHOST??? The woman without the mouf!
These white boys get on my last nerve and I was delighted when Leti busted they shit up, even MO GLAD when them ghosts started getting them butWTF with that damn BABY HEAD ghost???
Then the one dude lost his head!!!
CHILE THIS SHOW
NOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOT THE MAMBO!!! 🥺🥺🥺 Why, spirits?
Oh! OF COURSE it was the honkey spirit. 😒 Get. His. Ass. Out!
I am late AF with posting this. Already done caught up fully and have been chitchattin about the show, but like... Ionknow if I'll be saying much more. There's a lot about the past 2 episodes that I don't want to discuss at all, then again, I have every intention of continuing to watch and seeing what I make of things...
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