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Isn't it funny? How none of them ever stood a chance? Isn't it hilarious? How none of it could've been prevented? Isn't it comical? How it was all so much bigger than themselves? Isn't it just hysterical? How it was always gonna end like this?
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And finally, artwork for The Burning God, book 3 of the Poppy War series by the amazing R.F. Kuang. This was made for Subterranean Press's limited run of a special edition publication.
Hope you enjoyed the art!
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He is quiet and so am I. He sips tea with lemon, while I drink coffee. That's the difference between us. Like me, he wears a wide, striped shirt, and like him, I read the evening paper. He doesn't see my secret glance. I don't see his secret glance. He's quiet and so am I. He asks the waiter something. I ask the waiter something… A black cat walks between us. I feel the midnight of its fur and he feels the midnight of its fur… I don't say to him: The sky today is clear and blue. He doesn't say to me: The sky today is clear. He's watched and the one watching and I'm watched and the one watching. I move my left foot. He moves his right foot. I hum the melody of a song and he hums the melody of a similar song. I wonder: Is he the mirror in which I see myself? And turn to look in his eyes…but I don't see him. I hurry from the café. I think: Maybe he's a killer… or maybe a passerby who thinks I am a killer. He's afraid…and so am I.
'He Is Quiet And So Am I' from diwan Don't Apologize for what you did by Mahmoud Darwish
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
[text ID: Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you? /end ID]
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I’m so fond of athena and odysseus conceptually. like here’s the goddess of wisdom and warfare and craft and art, and here’s her pet liar. he does tricks.
(mild Babel Spoiler)
Robin never read the Letter. I am Not even slightly over the fact that Robin never read Griffins Letter, that His Last words were Not full of spite and Anger but assurance.
That there was Hope in Griffin, a Hope that Robin lost.
I was trying to work on my WIPs but this thought won't leave my mind. I find it incredibly heartbreaking and poignant how Babel is a book about the ones erased from history and yet it still fails in so many occasions in telling their stories (and how it is on purpose). SPOILERS AHEAD.
From the start, we never get to know Robin's name, the last thing he thinks about before the end, and this is his story, which makes the loss even more staggering (even though Robin remembering his mother at the end is also hopeful and tender, because he didn't lose that memory). Despite all the pages spent describing the tale of all those Babel and white people don't believe they're human deserving of rights, their stories are incomplete, lost, and not only because the book is written following Robin's perspective. It's the English fault if we never get to know more about the Hermes Society. Anthony is so important to the story, yet we only know a little about him: as soon as Robin dares to believe in creating his path with the Hermes Society, Anthony and the others are brutally murdered.
Griffin is–I could talk hours about Griffin. He is Robin's foil, his brother, the incarnation of where the story is heading. Since the beginning, he is there to remind us the golden years are just a dream. He is the Cassandra telling everyone that violence is the only way to change things, and he's right, but at what cost. We don't know anything about him. We only have scraps. His last words –which were of comfort, of hope, not a recrimination like Robin thought– are never showed to us. We'll never know the impressive work he did all his life to make way for the revolution. Sterling, Evie, Griffin and Anthony were probably as intertwined as the main quartet: what is their story? What happened between Griffin, rejected son, and Sterling, who calls professor Lovell Richard? Did they love each other before and while hate consumed them? (Of course they did.) What happened in Burma? How much of Robin's cohort is a terrible replica of Griffin's? How terrible it is that we never get to feel the depth of Griffin's grief when he learns Anthony is dead? We only see the moment Griffin and Sterling manage to kill each other, ending their portion of the story once and for all.
We, like Robin, see the possibility of learning more about these people taken away from us. Robin will never get to see Ramy again, they'll never meet Ramy's parents in Calcutta. Victorie barely remembers her native language, Griffin's was taken away from him almost entirely. It's so much loss, of knowledge, of potential, of people, the ending of the book really feels inevitable. And right at the end, when you could dare to hope for a better future, when Victorie chooses to live? The only hope is her, and the book telling the story of the people who took Babel under siege. The book is the only way Robin may ever get to say his side of the story to posterity. And we, the reader, won't get the see the future either.
the RF Kuang urge to write a queer character who doesn’t have time to realize they’re queer or do anything about it because they’re busy being unhinged
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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling
Cassandra was literally sent by The Pope to interrogate her favorite author in an attempt to find a dude who may or may not have helped blow up a church. In the vague hope that they would willingly lead a religious military branch.
And that's how a group of traumatized teenagers managed to take down Teyrn Loghain
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dragon age origins is truly the most Game of all time. we had a sentient tree that spoke in rhymes. an agender rock. a spirit-possessed gilf. sten, who gives you +18 approval points if you argue with him for five minutes. inquisition wanted us to be sated with hot people and pretty environments but i SHAN’T forget
anders dragonage is such a character. he has a clinic in a sewer. he wears feathers. he’s both tainted and possessed. he occasionally glows. he’s the reason mages aren’t allowed to leave the tower for PE. he came up with a cat name before he got a cat. he’s bad at spelling. he blew up a church. he has a “controversy” section on his wikipedia page, but the controversy in question is him being way too into men for gamer dudebros in 2011 to handle, not the fact that he blew up a church. he has a wikipedia page
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"they should bring back the inquisitor as the protagonist it gives them a personal stake in solas as a villain" there is nothing funnier than the new pc knowing absolutely nothing about solas and every single other person around them having deeply personal beef with him. literally nothing
favorite fantasy high moment has to be the mess of everyone's coffee orders for gilear, threatening physical violence if he gets anything wrong, in the middle of the conversation they realize fig and riz arent there, fabian gets freaked out because riz didnt answer his call immediately, they ask sandra lynn to call sklonda, go right back to working out the coffee orders, all summed up with fabian's "boom! coffees ordered, is the ball dead?"
