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I bet sex with Harrowhark Nonagesimus feels like unfolding a portable music stand

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rip Gideon, you would've loved calling Harrow "my beautiful princess with a disorder"
Liquor? Um yeah bud if she’ll let me
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TLT as tumblr text posts (pt. 1/?)
her mausoleum 🪦🌟
Oh she WISHES her tits were that big.
And fuck you Tamsyn for following up one of the funniest mental images I've ever read with one of the most heart-rending lines I've ever read
Sorry, the most what line?
masculine energy this feminine energy that. well i’m out of energy
need me some of this "renewable energy" I keep hearing about
Have you considered murdering your sworn protector/best friend/first love and devouring her soul in order to fuel yours until the end of time?
RIP Gideon Nav, you'd have loved "she ___ on my ___ till I ___" jokes
I DO love those jokes!
She Harrow on my hark til I griddle is a favorite of mine
As is She One on my flesh til I end, bitch.

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I've been thinking lately about common misinterpretations and mischaracterization. And before I get into that, I do wanna say in spite of any frustrations that the TLT fandom is by far one of the best I've ever been in. There's so much complexity and nuance that really is just common knowledge, even among the more casual fans, and it's so good. I don't want this to come off as complaining or detracting from just how great the fandom in general is. With that disclaimer though:
While we don't often do the typical watering down of characters you'll see elsewhere, I've realized that with TLT, a lot of the reads that bother me ultimately seem to boil down to people underestimating just how sad everyone is, or "knowing" it but not fully understanding just how deeply it affects them.
We'll talk about how part of the point of the series is that the price of love is invariably grief, but I feel like that grief isn't always given the weight it truly deserves.
And it doesn't necessarily apply to everyone. I've almost never seen people downplaying what a sad wet cat Harrow is, but I do sometimes see her treated as a lot more... overconfident? elitist? than she really is? Those aren't the right words and she definitely IS very strongly those things, but I've seen people exaggerate that in a way that ignores some of her sadness and compassion, if that makes sense. Still, not "too" bad. And a few characters like Cam, yeah maybe people focus more on her badassery sometimes, but I don't really see anyone underselling the tragedy. And I'm glad!
But then there's the really big obvious one with Kiriona. The number of people who actively dislike her or straight up think she's not Gideon, who miss the moments of compassion that seep through even with abrasive as she's actively trying to be. As if it's not so similar to when she was like, nope! She's out! "Might as well leave [my stitches] in until I'm done getting people bumped off, am I right!" As if she hasn't been an asshole the whole time. But also, as if she hasn't spent the last six months coping with learning her mother only conceived her to kill her, and not knowing if Harrow is still alive or if she'll ever see her again, and having everything she ever wanted to earn just handed to her because of something she had no control over, denying her the chance to ever really prove herself in the process. As if she wasn't ALSO just baited into the first Griddlehark kiss only for it to not really be Harrow, and worse, to be Harrow's bullshit dead girlfriend wearing her body. Of course she's pissed, of course she's miserable.
And there's just Gideon, who does sometimes get watered down into the funny cocky half golden retriever half douchebag, and it's a fun vibe for sure, but at the end of the day, it's always been a mask. She does love swords and working out, but even working out became a comfort because it was something she had control over, could do completely on her own to make her feel like she was making any sort of progress toward getting away from this hellhole. You don't try to run away 87 times without being really miserable and desperate.
And like. Yeah anyone following me knows we'd be here all damn day if I got too started on John, but short version this is not a power-hungry asshole who enjoys lording over people, this is a guy who doesn't want power but is terrified of anyone else taking it if he doesn't, a guy who refuses to ever be powerless again, and most importantly, a guy driven almost entirely by fear and guilt and desparation to "fix" everything he's done. I absolutely believe to the depths of my soul that his crown is a mourning wreath and he wears those baby bones to force himself to literally bear the weight of his sins, so he'll never forget what he's done or be tempted to think he's allowed to let it go. He can't accept the "stains", he needs to make things "clean." There are multiple implications he doesn't intend to survive whatever he needs to do to Make Things Right. Kiriona is the saddest girl in the universe and she 10,000% gets it from her dad.
And then there's all the Lyctors, but very especially Mercymorn. And we're gonna really buckle in for this one.
Because man, I get it. She's so mean and angry and I am also swooning for those parts of her. But people will acknowledge she's a walking pile of grief and then treat that anger as her defining trait. No, she's miserable. Augustine is miserable. G1deon is miserable. Cytherea, for all her coy and silly moments and vengeful plans, was miserable. They're all exhausted; compelled to keep going, but actively dreaming of finally being allowed to die. And all of them, in spite of everything, still loved John to their deaths, and everything hurt so much more because they did. It isn't "betrayal" if you didn't trust the person who betrayed you.
And with Mercy in particular, she cares so much, about everything all the time, and really can't make it stop. She sees Harrow being attacked and gets exasperated at herself for stepping in even as she manipulates her body to replicate powerful pain meds. The entire Acid Jail speech is screaming that at the end of the day, what she often fantasizes about is John finally understanding everyone else's suffering enough to stop what he's been doing and get his shit together and thank her for helping him get there. She chooses the meanest way to say nearly everything but the patterns in what she's saying reveal so much.
Her anger is a wall, erected to keep everyone away, to isolate herself on purpose, because caring hurts too much; because getting attached means eventually losing someone else and she cannot bear any more grief; because if she allowed herself any real anchor other than her duty to stop John's madness, she might hesitate to kill herself once it's finally over, and she so deeply wants to die.
Her anger is a shelter and an anchor in itself. It's safe, in the same way Augustine is safe, hatred is safe. If she allowed herself any shred of Joy, wouldn't that be tantamount to moving on? To letting go? Wouldn't that be betraying Cristabel, to ever be happy again without her? No, she refuses. She made her House a monument to Cris's fascination with the soul, not her own unparalleled skill with flesh. She doesn't want to be here or anywhere without her, but at first, dying after Cris died to make her immortal would be making her death pointless, and later, she realized John needed to be stopped and had a duty to see that through. So anger helps her keep going. Anger is better than emptiness. When anger is the only fuel you have, the only thing that can still light a fire in you, you cling and cling and cling. You lean into it, you look for reasons to be pissed off on purpose. You erode your patience into nothing until every tiniest slight is reason to be on a warpath. Because you have a job to do, and you can't let yourself stop until you get it done, and if you ever let that fire go out, you're not sure you'd ever get it started again.
And even then, the quiet misery can't fully be masked. There's the total deflation, the full-bore unalloyed relief when Harrow says she's too young to be hers. There's her seeing Gideon like the picture in the dictionary next to unhappiness, like someone who'd just seen their true love kicked into a meat grinder and come out as a pile of sausages. There's her becoming a crumple of misery confronting John, and most of all, the distant almost dissociative calm when she thinks the deed is finally done. How much all that anger simply evaporates, how she barely has the energy left to protest when Augustine says she still has to keep going. This isn't a woman who was ever going to be satisfied by violence, or by anything at all, but one who cared too much for humanity to ever just leave it to die.
And then there's Alecto. Alecto who was switched off in the middle of "I still love y" and woke up with the "you" still on her lips. Alecto who had a piece of her experience a whole beautiful life full of love, and in that form lamented how hard it was being happy when everyone around her wasn't, yet who is constantly pushing down guilt and grief that she can't even place. Identifying the Sixth House committee as something wonderful in the tunnels, not being sad that Pal does necromancy, but also being sad that he can do it. Alecto who only ever wanted to be herself and hated playing pretend, Alecto who was only ever afraid to die. Alecto whose first thought when the dust settles is "you betrayed my trust", whose second thought is "you made me so unnatural and ugly", and whose third is "what have you done with the rest of my children." A being who thought twice first about herself, because just like Nona also shows, she is selfish, she is vain, and why the hell shouldn't she be? But that doesn't invalidate how right at the heels of that was her grief. She won't be satisfied by violence, either. She certainly wasn't before.
I could go on. The tragedy of Colum Asht and Naberius Tern, both bred to be used as tools. Silas's seeming lack of even an understanding of humor or joy because he's been raised to be this beacon of purity and reason and rules. Judith growing up with so much pressure on her and feeling like she's failed at every single thing she's ever done. Palamedes, overall a fucking beacon of shining hope compared to everyone else in this series, never truly meeting the woman he'd adored his whole life, the only time he ever directly touched her when he unknowingly fingered her ashes, carried by Camilla and feeling as though just existing in their lives has hurt every woman he's ever loved. Corona terrified of herself, begging Judith to bind her down and keep her from getting worse. Even Ianthe, crying herself to sleep every night for months, pining for a girl who refuses to let go of something she doesn't even remember, struggling to cope with having expectations she can't meet for the first time in her life and reaching a point of trying in vain to stab her own arm off.
Some might've gotten by a little better than others. Magnus and Abigail are a terrifying force not to be underestimated but even in death seem content enough with their lots. Dulcie for all her terrible circumstances, or maybe even because of them, might be one of the least sad characters in the series.
But the vast majority, even the kids, even Nona, carry so much utter despair. Nearly everyone is sad, and everyone is scared. It really cannot be understated how deeply everything else is rooted in that.
I think some of it is that people that have not gone through major grief, major, completely life altering loss, have a hard time realizing that you don't stop being everything else you are when grief happens. Maybe for just a little bit you are allowed to be consumed by it, but the world expects you to move on, it forces you to move on, whether the grief does or not. Part of what makes TLT such a powerful story is that it examines sustained grief. Because as we know: love is too long.
TLT shows us what living with a void in you is. Both when it was created yesterday and a myriad ago. And not just losing someone to death. Losing your idea of who you thought someone was, losing the structure you knew, losing your body, losing yourself. And what happens when everything just keeps going despite it.
It's why Dulcie (actual Dulcie) is such an interesting character to put into this story. Her life has been always been centered around loss. She has known it would happen and how her whole life. But the reason she seems so happy in comparison to everyone else, is because she is one of the only characters outside of the original lyctors that has reached any sort of acceptance of that loss. Even John and Alecto still hang in the balance.
When you reach acceptance, the sadness is still there, the anger is still there. They flare up unpredictably but it is manageable most of the time. You just live with it, permanently altered, knowing there is little else you can do. For a reader that has not lived through the process it can be hard to imagine that reality.
I started Gideon the Ninth during the tail end of my main block of cancer treatment, and I will always wonder what would have happened if I had pulled it off my tbr list one year earlier, before I knew. If what happened to me never happened at all. I know I would have enjoyed it, but I doubt it would have meant as much to me as it does, and I doubt I would have understood and appreciated the complexity of the characters the way I do.
These are EXCELLENT additions and really help make the point, yeah! It's the way "all-consuming grief" doesn't mean "nothing but grief." How other emotions return—sometimes even including joy, hope, humor, new love, let alone other generally-seen-as-negative feelings—but the grief and sorrow are still there. A fire that's burned down the life you had, and in time new growth sprouts from the ashes, but the rubble is still buried underneath, and you don't always have the ability or want to truly dig it out. The sadness doesn't make other feelings impossible, but everything that comes after still has those ashes feeding its roots.
Also—
Obsessed with you adding THIS tag to your reblog. Fucking incredible, 12/10 no notes
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Dad dammit, gloom mistress! Not again!
I reap what I sow.
okay but what time is gideon nav talking time? how do i sign up? where will it be held?
Gideon Nav Talking Time is always - as long as Harrow's not around. Location, here. Should I put you down for a +1?
DUE TO THE EVENTS OF TONIGHT'S MEETING I WILL BE TEMPORARILY SERVING AS SENESCHAL AND SEIZING THIS ACCOUNT IN THE MEANTIME. CRUX IS CURRENTLY IN THE INFIRMARY, AND WE HAVE NOT RECEIVED WORD YET ON HIS CONDITION BEYOND "INFURIATED". WE SHALL UPDATE WHENEVER POSSIBLE.
-Aiglamene
It's finally happening! Maybe we'll get some use out of that old sack of bones soon.
OH! And remember that sword you gave me? You'll never guess who was in it.

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Gideon "I was born to settle an argument and then forgotten about and treated like a burden, even by the one person I would give anything to help" Nav, also the most relatable character in fiction
Damn, I feel so seen.
Things Gideon calls Harrow
in Gideon the Ninth, in order of first incidence
a hideous witch from hell
a psychopath
a butt-touched nun
Nonagesiumus
insane creep
jackass
bitch
my sweet
bucko
Reverend Daughter
gloom mistress
penumbral lady
night boss
bone empress
tenebrous overlord
my lamentable queen
Harrow
numbnuts
you asswipe
assmunch
my midnight hagette
my crepuscular queen
sunshine
ignorant sack of eyeballs
loser
bozo
dick
sugarlips
Bonus: things not stated outright by Gideon but included in the narrative in a way that strongly suggests Gideon would have said them given the chance
desiccated mummy of hate
marchioness of bones
a perfect penitent nunlet
Things Harrow calls Gideon
in Gideon the Ninth, in order of first incidence
Griddle
a disgusting little cuckoo
Nav
you recreant
idiot
illiterate peon
you tool
dolt
hog
an incredible swordswoman
a dreadful human being
moron
Gideon
dullard
imbecile
fool
nincompoop
my only friend
yellow-eyed moron
a weenie
first flower of my house
the greatest cavalier [the ninth] have ever produced
the best of all of us