Have you read the second cre//scent ci//ty book summary/synopsis yet? If so, what did you think of it? I thought it seemed like a very typical Mess summary lmao
DON'T TELL ME, IF I DON'T SEE IT I CAN PRETEND IT DOESN'T EXIST. /j
alright, being serious, this is the summary of c/city 2 anon is talking about:
Bryce Quinlan and Hunt Athalar are trying to get back to normal―they may have saved Crescent City, but with so much upheaval in their lives lately, they mostly want a chance to relax. Slow down. Figure out what the future holds.
The Asteri have kept their word so far, leaving Bryce and Hunt alone. But with the rebels chipping away at the Asteri’s power, the threat the rulers pose is growing. As Bryce, Hunt, and their friends get pulled into the rebels’ plans, the choice becomes clear: stay silent while others are oppressed, or fight for what’s right. And they’ve never been very good at staying silent.
In this sexy, action-packed sequel to the #1 bestseller House of Earth and Blood, Sarah J. Maas weaves a captivating story of a world about to explode―and the people who will do anything to save it.
"they've never been very good at staying silent" shut the FUCK up that's all you've done for the past book!
i'm not a summary/synopsis connoisseur, but i think this illustrates a general Feeling i get abt c/city 1. and that feeling being, it kind of gives me standalone vibes? like "they just want to kick back & relax & go abt their lives after saving the city" sounds like an epilogue novella to me, not the middle book in a series. and like, when you think about it, the characters have everything THEY want? bry/ce has closure over dan/ika's death & caught the killer, and haunt is free now & the synopsis straight up tells us they're just chilling, so i'm rlly very tired at s/jm trying to shove them into more books.
like if they'd been ESTABLISHED as particularly giving a fuck about the humans, sure, i can see why there would be some more to write about them, but they synopsis makes it seem like they're straight up being PULLED into this narrative which they're not inherently interested in by outside forces and that's frankly some really shitty writing.
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Well this is more mental health deep-diving so I'm gonna just slap down a cut up front.
While I have a lot of amnesiac holes in my memory, I realized last night that I actively blogged throughout one of them...so I could just go read what I wrote and try to figure out what even happened in there. That's a luxury I don't really have with any of my other memory gaps.
I know it was from stress, it was the second semester of my sophomore year of college and I was dealing with my now-ex-husband, at-the-time-boyfriend leaving to study abroad (which was right around the time I started blocking memories out), my social group was falling apart, I was working a shitty job, I stopped getting along with my roommate, just everything was bad. The posts tended to wildly alternate between being viciously angry with people for reasons that I didn't really specify and I'm not sure existed, being weirdly, suspiciously chipper and upbeat, and being bone-crushingly exhausted and in a lot of physical pain.
I must have noticed something was really wrong though because right at the end of the school year I posted something that current me is just kinda looking at and nodding knowingly:
I have the strangest feeling that I just woke up and came back to find out that I made a mess of everything I cared about while I was gone and now I have to try to clean up after myself.
At least once during that semester I actually did, literally, wake up, as in, it was morning and I was in my bed, and find my messages full of people going "uhh hey what the fuck man?" and I ended up learning that I'd gone on a friend's blog and talked some really nasty shit about their significant other...and...had absolutely no recollection of having done so. I still don't! It might as well have not happened, except it very much did, but I only know about it from the aftermath...and you can imagine how awkward apologizing for that was.
That was not the only time that's even happened to me, there was a second time where I was home for the weekend from college, my ex (at the time he was my boyfriend) was staying over, and my stepfather decided that I had to clean my room RIGHT NOW OR ELSE and basically, even though I was exhausted, he made us both tidy it up right then until like 3am, and I evidently said something about a previous ex that really concerned my now-ex. Except, I had no recollection of having said it, or what I even might have meant about it. I barely even know what exactly I said because he couldn't really tell me, he was super tired too.
(The really shit thing is I can't actually prove there haven't been more times than that, those are just the ones I know of because there were witnesses. If I've done weird shit while awake but fully blacked out, but nobody was around to see it and it didn't affect anyone, welp.)
What's that got to do with my current mental health? Eh. I'm actually pretty damn level right now, which is great. But I've also been stuck with not much else to do but stare into my own brain and try and figure out how it ticks, because of the pandemic, and being in a level place actually makes me more likely to do this because hey, I can handle the weird shit I dredge up.
...There's a lot more weird shit to dredge than I thought, but that's life, babey! Nobody makes it out alive. Sometimes you don't even make it out in one piece! It do be like that.
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