#this was garbage

It's not JUST the awful art, either. The art's just worth mentioning because even if the book's info had been terrible or contained nothing new, really cute art can make it still worth having.

But, no, it's even full of recycled lines we've been hearing for years like "Bramblestar Can Match Squirrelflight's Fire Not Contain It," and that's when it DOES get everything right. These entries leave out major, important details (making them bad summaries) and are sometimes even straight-up incorrect.

SUMMARY THOUGHTS

Leafpool is said to have watched Brambleclaw kill Hawkfrost to save Firestar-- but for one, no, she was not there because Ashfur was still leading her and Squilf towards the scene. For two, no, Brambleclaw did not kill Hawkfrost just to save Firestar, it was self-defense. Hawkfrost had him pinned and was going to kill him.

They're REAL cute about Leafpool's death, too, neglecting to mention WHY the Sisters needed to be saved at all and just saying Leafpool's "generosity" lead to her death in that cave-in.

I'm not even going to get into everything on Bramble's entry jesus christ.

Sagewhisker's entry is ESPECIALLY fucken' dandy, framing Yellowfang's Secret like she was simply waiting patiently for Yellow to realize her 'destiny' and not actively shoving it on her at every opportunity.

Leopardstar's entry states that romantic interest in Tigerstar was part of her motivation. "Perhaps she'd hoped he would be her mate" please speak to a woman irl for once in your life.

Gray Wing's entry forgot that the reason he "blamed himself" for Bright Stream's death is because he was literally staring at his big strong brother too much and tripped on a root in front of him. It IS his fault she died.

Clear Sky/Skystar's entry is just obscene. "He regretted abandoning his son and after a fire, he encouraged him to live with him" instead of "saw his teenage child was useful now and bullied and belittled the kid and his uncle into letting Thunder come with him." "Retaining his fierceness towards his cats and outsiders which caused his son to leave" instead of "murdering, brutalizing, and abusing everyone around him caused Thunder to leave." I'll just say this tho; "Fierce" is an interesting way to spell "Cruel."

It's interesting that they don't point out that a major part of Jagged Peak's arc was proving he was "Just As Good" as every other cat in spite of his disability, thanks to his introduced-and-pregnant-in-the-same-book wife becoming his life coach, only earning Clear Sky's respect after being allowed to physically lead a patrol in Blazing Star. Instead they frame him finding his place through taking care of kits, which... was something he seemed to resent in the actual series, considering how the books suddenly treat Gray Wing's protective treatment of him as a terrible thing in Blazing Star because he "didn't give him a chance". But at the same time I actually strongly dislike Jagged Peak and his messy, frustrating character arc so I'm not really UPSET with it. Just... noting it. I suppose this is the official direction they're taking away from it?

Shadowstar's entry is barely even 3 paragraphs yikes.

SHORT STORY THOUGHTS

And if you're wondering if the 4 brand new stories they smooshed into the end in a desperate attempt to make the rush job worth buying are good? No. Of course not. They're all slop.

Story 1: Firestar and Graystripe

First one's a marginally cute story about Graystripe and Firestar which is setting up the framing device linking the mini-tales together. They both remember this situation where Firestar fell into a ditch wrong. The punchline is that Thunderstar remembers it perfectly and they're both like, "WOW! Too bad Thunderstar's memory sucks!"

It's not terrible, but it does feel a bit pointless. But, hey, if you want more Firestar and Graystripe in the series that tosses them fanservice at every turn, who am I to judge?

Story 2: Dovewing and Ivypool

The next one is the Dovewing/Ivypool reconciliation passage everyone's talking about. It's... fine, but immensely dissatisfying to me.

Dovewing is apparently having problems adjusting to her Clan, grapples a little bit with the fact she has no friends but is going to be finding meaning in helping tigerHeartstar "bring the new ShadowClan into existence." She ultimately decides that she needs to talk to her sister, and begs for reassurance that Ivypool believes in her, feeling that her support can help her get through this difficult time in her life.

I think its biggest problem is that Dovewing was not the right choice for the POV here.

Dove was never the one responsible for the rift in their relationship. Ivypool is. Ivypool is the one who was jealous, willing to sabotage anything that would put Dovewing closer to Tigerheart, and continues to be generally aggressive towards her. So when Dovewing is reaching out to Ivypool in hopes of them reconciling, it feels wrong because Ivypool is the one that should be reaching out to Dovewing. SHE is the one who has some things to apologize for, and to show how much she loves and misses her.

It's even kind of frustrating, because Dovewing can never catch a break. She has to have these problems to force her to reach out, Ivypool even ends up suggesting that she leave and come home and take her kids with her, but in the end even a LITTLE bit of assurance from her aggressive sister helps.

I feel super bad for Dovewing, man. She deserves better than this cheap writing. What was the point of such an unsatisfying, rushed reconciliation, shoved into a crummy field guide, when we KNOW from the newest book that they're just going to use tension between them as part of the drama anyway?

shouldn't have even been written, imo. Even ends off with, "They'll always have each other :)" which is so... cliche. It's TIRED. Are any of you really happy with just getting a retconned platitude in a good-for-nothing field guide, instead of seeing complicated, INTERESTING feelings in a main book?

Story 3: Alderheart and Twigbranch

A tale of Cherryfall getting sick during TBC and Alderheart sneaks back into the territory to treat her. Also Crowfeather has a scene where he yells at him. Charming.

Twigbranch comes up with a diversion while Alderheart does his work, which is cute. It's a fine story.

Story 4: Clear Sky

Trash. Three dogs spawn in the middle of a gathering so that Skystar can have an uwu big boy sendoff saving his grandkit. Then he goes to StarClan and throws a fit because they can't give him ANOTHER life, becoming so upset that he attacks the nearest woman. Naturally, Shadowstar brushes it off because it's not the first time Clear Sky has pummeled her in the midst of an adult tantrum and this book series thinks violence is fine if their favorite sadboy does it.

Then Gray Wing brings him to the magic mirror pool where you can see the living, to confirm that Star Flower is ok and that makes him feel better.

Then it launches into Firestar saying "ouuuugh yum I LOVE the taste of his butthole. Clear Sky is so misunderstood, He Just Loved Too Much."

to which Graystripe responds, "Yes, he was a good and amazing person and his farts smells SO good, and can you believe that some people think StarClan punished his Clan for his arrogance? As if he ever did anything wrong, ever?"

Firestar, indignant, refutes it with, "Ugh!! StarClan would NEVER be interesting, we don't punish living cats we just float around and make vague, frustrating prophecies that do nothing but pad the word count. Why cant ppl understand that, gosh."

Who: @rxmington

The break of the moon through the clouds offered something prettier to look at than the rolling fog over the river. Catching the late line had been a spur of the moment decision- she’d wanted to get out town for a couple days. That had been first mistake. Seeking escape from the droll of the issues that she’d caused herself, but she hadn’t been able to face her problems. And face the fact that it was entirely her own life choices that had ruined something good. The train car was quiet for the most part. A man muttering a few seats up had drawn her attention but it was the familiar face only one row up to her left that shifted her from her seat. 

"yeah and i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby...” and other song lyrics not appropriate to listen to before you speak to cops about an actual police investigation

domingo en fuego, i think i’ve lost my halo. i don’t know where you are, you’ll have to come and find me, find me.

my name’s tyler and i’ve spent the past 10 months hiding in a tower of silence and waiting to be found. before this 10 month long hiatus, i played in a band called twenty one pilots with a dude named josh who if he reads this, should know, he’s out of the band. in my spare time i’m either playing basketball, reading fan theories about my own band, eating taco bell, or crying when my dogs make a mess that i need to clean up. 

what’s more important than all of this is that i’m getting married on june 16th and if you wanna see two (2) grown men cry you shouldn’t make other plans. 

Hey guys! I’m sick and working on requests. Sorry this took so long to get up. I started school and then I hit a writing slump. Hopefully this turns out alright. I hope you enjoy. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Sister! Reader

Requested: Yep 

Anonymous Requested: Hey, it's not really a Draco x reader request but could I have a fanfic where the reader is Draco's sister and they have a huge argument and Draco says something that makes her cry and run up to her room, and after a few hours later, he comes and apologizes? I know it sounds stupid but can you do it please??? Thank you, and love your writingxxx

Warnings: Swearing

You and Draco loved each other. You did. But no one would ever believe that with how often the two of you fought. Sure, siblings fought all the time, but you guys could get nasty. It really didn’t help that you were like night and day. He was a storm cloud of sarcasm with daddy issues. You, on the other hand, were a little ball of sunshine with bouts of recklessness. Draco was a Slytherin. You were a Gryffindor. He kept to his little group of friends. You branched out to anyone and everyone. He was stuck in the same old fashioned ways your father was. You were worried that Draco would turn out just like him. That was the basis of your latest argument. 

“I don’t understand how you turned out the way you have,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You snorted, crossing your arms. This had been going on for an hour now. 

“Not a bigot asshole, you mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“We were raised to recognize our own kind.” You blinked at him. Your own kind? You were pretty sure that just meant wizards. 

“Witches and wizards? Like, I’m ninety five percent sure that ‘our own kind’ is just witches and wizards,” You said. He glared and you returned the gesture with a cold stare of your own. 

“How many times must we go over this? There are people beneath us, (Y/N),” He said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Bullshit,” You stated. His fists clenched and unclenched in frustration. “You just don’t want to disagree with daddy. Heaven forbid he write you out of his will.” 

“Father has nothing to do with this! You’re the one that goes frolicing with the mudbloods!” He growled. 

“You leave my friends out of this!” You couldn’t believe him. 

“The mudbloods? I’m only watching out for you,” He said, suddenly acting like he was the rational one. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” You snapped, placing your hands on your hips.

“I would hate to see any of them get the wrong idea about you.” You knew where he was going with this. Coincidentally, he was also speeding towards an early grave if he kept talking shit. 

“Wrong idea?” Nodding, he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ve seen the way some of them look at you,” He said, seriously. So what? You could have laughed had you not been so pissed off at your brother. Pushing his hand off, you took a step back to distance yourself from him. 

“Whatever, Dray,” You sighed. You kinda just wanted to go to bed. It was exhausting to deal with him, especially when he acted so much like your father. 

“Ya know, I hate it when you do this.” He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Do what, exactly?” He asked. 

“That. This. Acting exactly like Dad. It freaks me out,” You said. It was something you’d brought up before, but he’d always dismissed it. Just like your father. 

“What’s your point, (Y/N)?” He asked, dangerously. 

“My point is that you’re going to end up a sad old man married to a woman you don’t actually love with children that resent you, just like him.” Rolling his eyes, he took a seat at the little homework desk in the common room. It felt all too similar to being in your father’s office, sans the abused house elves (poor little things).

“I don’t resent, Father,” He said. You groaned, frustratedly. 

“Are you doing that on purpose or are you actually that dumb?” You asked. 

“Doing what?” He responded. On purpose. You caught the little smirk on his face that made you understand why Hermione had punched him that day. 

“Would you just listen to me for, like, three seconds?” He nodded at you. “You’re turning into Dad. No one needs that.” 

“Father’s successful, I don’t see why being like him is such an issue,” He said. 

“I think you’re just afraid to go against him,” You hissed. 

“Perhaps it seems that way to you because you can’t ever manage to do as you’re told.” 

“Fuck off, Draco. At least I have a will of my own.” 

“I do as I please.” Rolling your eyes, you stared him down, still feeling like you were looking at your father. It really pissed you off. You knew that you two were going to gouge each other until someone drew blood. It was coming. Both of you were floating too close to things that shouldn’t be brought up. 

“Sure, yeah, if you count being an evil prick just because dad is then, I guess you do,” You said, sarcastically. He snorted, glaring at you. 

“Who defends you to their friends? Oh yes, the evil prick!” He snarled. 

“You don’t have friends, Draco!” You yelled, “You have lackeys and whores who stick around you for power!” It was quiet for a moment. 

“How amusing, all this coming from the family disappointment,” He said, finally. The words stung. 

“I’d rather be a disappointment than a heartless bastard!” You snapped. His eyes turned a dark stone color as he shot out of his seat, slamming his hands on the desk. You flinched at the sound. 

“You’re just blaming me because Mother and Father do not and will never love you!” He said evenly, making sure you absorbed every word. 

The words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. You lurched backwards as though you’d been punched in the stomach, staring at your brother with a bewildered expression. He’d never said that before, not so flat out, anyway. His stone cold eyes watched you with all the sympathy your father would have given you. None. In that moment, you hated him. Ice shot through your veins as you reached for something to support you and tears blurred your vision. It felt as though your legs would give out.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, DRACO!” You spat just as the tears began to spill over. 

For a moment, it looked as though he wouldn’t react at all. Then, as what you’d said set in, a stricken expression claimed his face. Just as he began to reach for you, you took off. You had no idea where you were running, but you ran regardless. All you needed to do what get away from him. Before you knew it, you were laid out in the girls dorm as you sobbed helplessly into your pillows. You did know what else to do, so cried all the way through dinner. The burn in your chest was agony. You weren’t sure whether it was from the crying, what Draco had told you, or what you’d told him. It wasn’t liked you’d meant it. You didn’t. You loved your brother. Usually.

You weren’t sure how long you cried and the tears seemed endless. A distant part of you wondered why this hurt so much. You’d known that your parents didn’t love you since you were eleven, so that begged the question: why did it hurt? 

Before you really got any time to think about it, there was a soft knocking at the door. You ignored it, opting to curl into your blankets and try to sleep. Whoever it was would either just come in or go away. Eventually, the soft click of the door signaled that someone had come in. Then there was a pale face staring at you. Draco had knelt down beside your bed, looking fantastically shitty. Not that you were one to talk considering the tear tracks and snot. 

“Go away,” You said, tiredly. 

“Absolutely not,” He replied. You glared halfheartedly and turned your back to him. You felt the bed dip, alerting you to the fact that he’d sat beside you.

“Leave me alone, Draco. I’ve had more than enough of you for one day,” You grumbled. A slender hand touched your shoulder, rubbing it awkwardly. Draco never knew what to do with emotions. 

“I can understand that.” You glanced over your shoulder, briefly. 

“Then leave,” You deadpanned.

“Stop acting like such a brat, (Y/N),” He said, attempting to turn you over. You turned towards him, sitting up so fast that it almost knocked him off the bed.  

“If all you came to do was yell at me, then there’s the goddamn door. Don’t let it hit ya in the ass on the way out,” You snapped. He flinched, offering an apologetic look. That wasn’t something you saw every day. Usually it was you apologizing to him. 

“I actually came up to apologize,” He said, running a hand through his hair. 

“You suck at it.” The sound that came out of him at that could have been classified as a snort. 

“You’re completely right. How is it that you do this constantly?” He asked, almost smiling. 

“Grudgingly,” You responded, seriously. 

“Oh, yes, well, I suppose that makes sense,” He replied. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I have yet to hear an apology,” You said. Sighing, he looked at you and used the sleeve of his shirt to clean your cheeks. 

“I should never have brought any of that up. I’m sorry,” He said. You searched his face for a moment, finding nothing but honesty. You sniffled a little and leaned forward to wrap your arms around him. He stiffened. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Hugging you. This is a hug. You’re supposed to reciprocate,” You said, giving a watery giggle. Slowly, he hugged you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. 

“I truly am sorry,” He said. 

“I know. So am I,” You said, sitting back. Furrowing his eyebrows, a confused expression fell over his face. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t hate you. You’re, like, the world's worst brother, but I don’t hate you. I shouldn’t have said that I did.” You rubbed the back of your neck, avoiding his gaze. He laughed, softly. 

“I came to apologize. I can’t be that bad,” He said, indignantly. 

“You’re the world’s okayest brother, how’s that?” You asked. His nose scrunched up and he raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m not certain that’s proper English, (Y/N),” He said. You laughed, the last of your tears finally drying. 

The minute dumb Dom interfered the match was sloppy and rushed.

The ref looked at Dom put Liv's leg on the rope but badly acted like he did see anything.

The stipulation should have been banning all members of the fake Judgment Day.

This was garbage.