#novel passage

[intermundia]

i'll beat this dead horse until the day i die but the revenge of the sith novelization is one of the wildest books i've ever read, in the sense that none of the other star wars novelizations have ever radiated such pure, deep, thorough, and sustained homoeroticism.

we're reading it a page a day in my server and just came upon the passage where obi-wan recognizes anakin's ass from two inches away while hanging upside down with a concussion. him meditating on anakin's ass is in the text. it's full of this stuff!!

sometimes i feel insane about it but it's there, it's all there. a few pages before the ass section obi-wan 'looked at anakin with a depth of feeling he'd only rarely glimpsed in all their years together and a pure uncomplicated love rose up within anakin that felt like a promise from the Force itself.'

in a few pages it will say that obi-wan and anakin were, after all, two parts of the same thing, and then it will say a hundred other things that all emphasize the bond between these two men, the long history and complex emotions they have for each other, how interwoven their very identities are, all in service of making mustafar worse and more painful.

i think the story accomplishes a kind of essential nuclear fission that powers the rest of the anakin skywalker saga, the splitting of the atom here from kenobi-and-skywalker to ben and vader is so violent that it releases energy backward and forward in the narrative. the book is tender and ruthless about them, and i'll never be normal about it

#obikin #rots novelization my beloved #it's impossible to choose the best obikin passage because the entire text is littered with them #strewn almost casually!!! #it's insane #sw

[softpine]

this is a gift, it comes with a price who is the lamb and who is the knife?

[transcript]

#there comes a time in every YA novel where the protag's bf assaults someone for dubious reasons #it's a rite of passage much like losing your virginity or going to prom. two things i did not do in high school. so what do i know fjksjds #camellia #frozen pines #elaine nguyen #austin #matt #bela

[scalproie]

Kazuya, Power and Freedom

#I Have Got To Get Normaler About This Man. #anyway guy who has such an healthy relationship to power #... just like the other demon man with the white hair GOD I really do like just one (1) character huh. #also the texts are from The Dark History Of Mishima which is a non-canon novel BUT it was supervised by bamco and those two passages are so #well. relevant #anyway Im rotating this man. hes sooo traumatized NO this doesnt excuses anything YES this explains *everything* #KAZUYA IS SOOO INTERESTING. TRUST ME ON THIS. #tagging later #tekken

[rocococoa]

that one tidbit from the fellow travelers novel where tim is fantasizing about him and hawk in the future - sitting with hawk while listening to the radio after dinner lives in my mind rent free

#fellow travelers #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #johnathan bailey #matt bomer #decided to go through the novel before doing a rewatch! #slight spoilers for the novel ig? #it’s like now whenever i watch the series and i see the looks of longing my brain immediately goes to those passages and my brain explodes #fan fiction will fix this need for domestic moments between these two #yes

[elbiotipo]

I'm not gonna critictize franchises I have no connection to but the whole concept of "the Greek Gods, the beacon of Western Civilization, moved to the United States, which is now the new Olympus" is firing up every single rant-writing neuron in my brain.

#cosas mias #I TOLD YOU ABOUT GREEK MYTHOLOGY #it's just YA novels I don't really care #but that passage left me convulsing

[ninashiki]

Maurice, Part IV, Chapter XLII

#maurice #e. m. forster #em forster #one of my favorite passages from the entire book #.txt #the book is beautifully written its just so. lucid #screenshot taken from copy on archive.org - annotations not mine #example of the class commentary i mentioned in my reblog #it percolates throughout the whole novel but this is one of the more direct takedowns

[ballisterboldheart]

like you don't even GET it.... the iron man armor as a separate identity, as a gender, as a weapon, as a shield, as a hiding place, as a coping mechanism, as life support, as an extension, as safety, as a second skin, as a person, as a tomb, as a threat, as a hobby, as an obsession, as a mirror, as a black hole, as a tool, as an ideal, as the future, as the past, as a symbol, as protection, as a parasite, as a grave. like do you even GET it.

#s.txt #tony stark's house of ribs #no i have never read a comic in my life and i dont intend to. #but like GOD theres a passage in the im1 novelization where tonys at that one event and he feels Exposed. Vulnerable. #and he imagines the armor around him protecting from the probing questions like it would protect him from bullets #and like GOD. 👍 going insane actually. #you guys dont get. what this man is doing. to me. to ME. #the iron man armor is so versatile as a storytelling device. it's a metaphor. it's literal. [unintelligible gibberish] #i blame avengers assemble for this. if it had been Good. we wouldn't be in this position.

[12thbiologist]

"In the summer of their first year, the biologists established their headquarters in the ruins of a ghost town that had once pretended to be a county seat. The vegetation had taken it back in its suffocating embrace quickly and did not seem inclined to suffer a second defeat. Even after the biologist had taken over, the expedition did not feel comfortable there. The decision to bivouac inland had been made by someone higher up, someone who thought a location on the beach would seem to “flaunt,” as one biologist put it in their diary. (The diary, retrieved, had been gone at by beetles and rot and in the searing shades of green, the watermarks that seemed more like records of tidal patterns, had the look of a found object in an art exhibit. Old Jim had run his hand over the roughness of that faux coastline more than once as he read the faded pencil marks, before he’d thought, almost quaintly, of contamination, and put the journal back.)

Early on, a local from the village bar claimed that he saw a biologist “leap into the air and catch a dragonfly with his teeth,” so delicate this maneuver that the lithe biologist spit the insect unharmed into a glass jar, where it vibrated a confused and blurred emerald. Old Jim labeled that tale apocryphal, but already, almost from the start, the biologists were changing in the eyes of the locals into something uncanny. One day, a local would be walking down a weed-strewn trail on the forgotten coast, glimpse a biologist from the corner of their eye, and not be sure of what they had seen."

excerpt of the 4th area x novel from jeff vandermeer's twitter

#biologists being inherently connected to area x oohh insane. i love u. anyway iirc the 4th novel is a pre-area x thing? #old jim was in the bar when saul started spewing stuff everywhere after all #im pretty sure he released like this exact passage a few years ago but its okay its SO good #southern reach #the southern reach trilogy #southern reach trilogy

[jichanxo]

sunday six! (not kuwagami edition 😔)

poke poke @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

back onto my itokura writing for senseific! been taking some notes and poking at the wiki to fill in some gaps, thank goodness 🙏 here's a staffroom discussion about itokura's absence from school, pre-canon of course. thank goodness the wiki was there so i didn't have to make up new teacher names just for this one scene.

“Well, she’s still opening her door for you, right?” Kitakata tried to speak. “That’s still something. We should think about if we can do something with that. Maybe that’s an opportunity.” 

Fujita crossed her arms. “So instead of her parents or any authorities, we should be trying to work with her? Is that what you’re saying?” 

She sounded skeptical, though not outright dismissive, which was as kind of a response as he could have expected. 

“Plenty of people tried to speak to her in the lead up to the summer festival. We already know how that went.” Akuta interjected again. Know-it-all. 

Kitakata bit back. “Well, yeah, but she would’ve been so stressed in the lead up to the festival, of course she wouldn’t be responsive to—” 

“I think it’s good to think about how we might be able to approach Itokura-san.” Sawa interrupted, calm voice easily silencing him. “We’ve been giving her nothing but schoolwork, and she has no reason to enjoy coming to school. Of course she’s been absent. It’s that mindset we need to think about.” 

“Incentive. I ought to remind her of her scholarship. The chairman has been asking me about that...” Fujita sighed.

“Yes, but for a student, that’s not going to be her priority, I think. Something more...” Sawa trailed off. 

“Something simpler than that, right? A way to remind her of the joys of schooling... Friends and hobbies. Addressing her social needs...” Ara sounded like he was thinking out loud. “She has wounds on her heart. Counselling sounds like the natural suggestion...” 

Everyone turned to look at Hakase-sensei, the new nurse. She hadn’t even been here that long. 

Murmurs went through the room. 

“Perhaps not.” Fujita said decisively, and nobody was interested in fighting it.

#jichanmakes #sunday six #still first draft but feeling good about it #i'm not sure i've had to write so many people in one conversation before. it's interesting. certainly has a different feeling to it #lots of push and pull and different voices.... #especially of these teachers who i barely recall LMAO #senseific has me doing shit i never expected to be doing huh #but surprisingly fun! and helpful #it was either this passage or the one with itokura lecturing kitakata about mystery novel nerd shit #AND WHILE THAT PART IS ALSO FUN.... this one felt more interesting! so. here it is #it's also just nice to see kitakata and sawa doing teacher-y shit

[eternal-moss]

One thing I really really hope they express in the next tgcf episode was the sheer excitement that Xie Lian had at seeing the armoury. PLEASEEEE- this is something that Hua Cheng probably built especially for him (given how much Xie Lian likes weaponry and how willing he was to give it to him), and something that is emphasised pretty heavily in the novel. It’s like the one bit of joy that Xie Lian gets this season, I need him to be happy and excited about it.

For reference, here are the pages describing it

(Leave it to Jun Wu to ruin a perfectly good moment am I right?)

#Tgcf #Heaven’s official blessing #天官赐福 #Hualian #Xie Lian #Hua Cheng #花怜 #谢怜 #花城 #Tgcf novel passages

[clove-pinks]

Today for Eighteen-Forties Friday: I purchase and review this goofy-ass Franklin Expedition graphic novel so you don't have to!

The Vanished Northwest Passage Arctic Expedition by Lisa M. Bolt Simons, with illustrations by Eugene Smith, is part of a series called DEADLY EXPEDITIONS with a polar focus; and if I was 11 years old again I would probably love them to death.

From the preview pages alone, I could see that... questionable choices were made, e.g. the portrayal of Jane Franklin as some kind of unaging vampire who is still wearing the dress from her 1816 portrait in 1845.

Franklin's officers are referenced from their daguerreotypes (more or less), and we get a nice Fitzjames and Stanley (the latter with with his authentic 1840s juvenile delinquent haircut), as well as a flashback Crozier as the world's most mature 13-year-old.

Not every officer with a daguerreotype makes an appearance, and I was very annoyed that this book doesn't have any Henry Le Vesconte. We DO, however, get the Beechey Trio of John Hartnell, John Torrington, and William Braine—who inexplicably go on a mission together and wacky hijinks ensue.

That is a cute Torrington, @entwinedmoon! Although I think @radiojamming will agree with me that the real John Hartnell was more handsome.

Oh yes—and their tragic ends. It's implied that they all catch colds and die instantly in these sequential panels which, God help me, made me laugh out loud.

Way to strip all of the pathos and tragedy from their deaths. If only they had changed into dry underwear!

There is a character who looks just like Ian Hart as Thomas Blanky in the AMC Terror TV show, and the cold weather gear worn worn by the crew also resembles the TV show costuming (which was inspired by Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration gear).

There is a brief mention of lead poisoning as a contributing factor to the expedition's demise in one panel, but it's otherwise absent—making this book like the opposite of classic kids' Franklin Expedition book Buried in Ice by Owen Beattie, John Geiger, and Shelley Tanaka, which strongly implies that the whole crew is going bonkers from lead poisoning starting in 1846.

#Eighteen-Forties Friday #franklin expedition #1840s #james fitzjames #stephen stanley #arctic expedition #polar #the vanished northwest passage arctic expedition #graphic novel #john hartnell #john torrington #william braine #polar exploration

[forestgreenlesbian]

Our Wives Under the Sea, Julia Armfield

#oooooh it was so goood #this passage isnt relevant to the wider novel really i just thought it was an accurate description of lesbian adolescence for once lol #but in general loved it! top ten i've read this year probably #w

[murderandcoffee]

what's your story about? i saw your post about your friends not reading it and i'm curious! do you have any snippets you wanna share?

it's a fantasy story about a royal heir who, in order to be viable as the next ruler of her kingdom, must complete her education in a neutral territory located between the four kingdoms of her homeland. however, a war between her kingdom and one of its neighbors forces her to attend the academy under a false name, with only a handful of people aware of who she really is. during her stay at the academy, the resurgence of the war, the outing of her identity, and the uncovering of a long-buried evil all threaten her life, as well as the lives of those she cares about.

I know that's vague, but if I go into much more detail I will literally rant for an hour fjdskalfjsdk

here are the introductions of a couple of the main cast of characters! (under the cut)

Theo knew that he shouldn’t go any farther. The caves beneath the Academy were dangerous to be in, even for those who knew them well. Cave-ins, rock slides, and floods could happen in the blink of an eye, and if he was caught in one, Theo’s body wouldn’t be found for months, years, decades. But Kings, did he want to keep going. The light of his lantern illuminated a hole in the wall before him that was just wide enough for him to squeeze his shoulders through, and which had definitely not been exposed the last time he was here. From the way the light was swallowed up in the next cavern, he was sure that it was sizable. A place like this was exactly where brutes liked to lay their eggs, tucked away safely deep underground. Theo could hear his mother’s voice in his head, reprimanding him for doing something as foolish as what he was about to do. He’d gotten hurt in the caves dozens of times before, and each time his mother had forbidden him from going back into them, but curiosity always got the better of him. It was his duty, wasn’t it? Even with the Academy’s efforts, dragons still only numbered in the hundreds. Theo had to do whatever he could to find viable eggs in order to conserve the species. So, Theo thrust the arm that held the lantern into the hole in the wall, found a place to set the lantern down, and proceeded to wriggle into the hole head-first. The process took him a couple of minutes—he didn’t want to tear his sweater, as it was awfully comfortable, and one of his favorite colors—but after much cursing, panting, and squirming, he slid to the cool stone floor on the other side. Theo allowed himself to regain his breath before he stood, grabbed his lantern, and looked around.

...

Cait had only seen dragons a handful of times before. Their migratory path rarely brought them far enough north for her to glimpse them rollicking through the skies or darting between boulders and trees in the vast forests that engulfed her home. The weather was often too cold for the dragons to be comfortable, and the mountain winds were treacherous. But there had been a few years, scattered here and there, when the city bells had rung an uncommon, exuberant song that called the people out into the streets, where they all turned their gazes skyward and watched as glimmering figures danced in and out of the clouds. The last time Cait had seen the dragons, she had been just shy of fourteen. Now, seven years later, she tilted her head back and followed the path of a long-necked dragon with scales that were the same shade as the early spring growth on the trees below it. The dragon circled like a carrion bird before folding its wings in and diving, hurtling down towards the bottom of the valley that cradled them. It disappeared below the tree line, swift as an arrow. Cait smiled. A hand snatched Cait’s wrist, its grip firm and steadying, and Cait didn’t even realize she’d been falling until Toby righted her. With a sigh, he said, “Please watch where you’re going. That’s the second time you’ve nearly tumbled right down the mountainside.” The stones that had come loose beneath Cait’s step rolled away, disappearing into the grass. The valleyside wasn’t exceptionally steep right here, but a fall like that would have been by no means pleasant. Cait scooted closer to the center of the path. Toby, always vigilant, moved between her and the edge. Tobias Fischer, Cait’s personal guard, best friend, and brother in every way but blood, towered over Cait by nearly a foot. He was a very handsome man—he had broad shoulders, a strong jaw, warm brown eyes surrounded by a faint dusting of freckles, thick ruddy hair, and an old scar across one tan cheek that was impossible to see except for when the lighting was just right. His posture was impeccable, and at a glance he looked meaner than a mountain lion. Cait loved him dearly. “You can’t just expect me to not look at the dragons,” she said after a minute of walking in silence. “I would never ask you to not look at the dragons,” Toby replied evenly. “However, if you almost fall into a ravine again, you will be looking at the dragons from the safety of the wagon.”

#forgive me these passages are multiple years old #I still have to edit them lmao #but yeah!! please talk to me about my novel I am obsessed with it #tvotk #ask murderandcoffee #anonymous #my writing #bs.txt

[catlliecal]

Let us all take a moment to appreciate the Kyoka fan club from the sixth light novel. Always a treat to see her get some recognition for her talents. Along with a hint of MomoJiro.

#mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #kyoka jiro #jirou kyouka #jiro kyoka #kyouka jirou #momo yaoyorozu #yaoyorozu momo #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #momojirou #momojiro #bnha light novel #mha light novels #cal rambles #this passage makes me happy #especially considering the other courses were shown not to be fans of 1-A pre culture festival

[seasononesam]

if I think about sam and the concept of home for too long I cry and throw up. sad! well there’s other recurring motifs...

#i can go anywhere i want just not home #thinking abt the passage in one of the novels where he says the apartment he had with jess was his first real home don't text #personal

[thathilomgirl]

@thecagedsong you mentioned to me before how Anne and Ludwig were like parental figures for Mia since the Guillotine timeline, and I found some passages that really support it

#Tearmoon Empire #Tearmoon Teikoku Monogatari #Mia Luna Tearmoon #Anne Littstein #Ludwig Hewitt #Spoilers #Light Novel Spoilers #I was already convinced by it but Volume 5's passage painted the picture on Mia's feelings really well #Adela would thank Anne for being there for Mia #Matthias would struggle to try not to spoil Mia and that's partly because Adela is dead