Every so often I read a romance so good that I actually do I understand alloros for a bit. Like. I do get the longing and pining and nervousness actually. And it actually does sound nice
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My crochet circle friend: You'll enjoy Gideon the Ninth, and the Locked Tomb series I think
My roommate: Oh you're gonna love Gideon, just trust me
My femme: You are so Gideon coded it's ridiculous. You literally talk like how I imagined she talked when I read the book before I met you.
Me: Alright fine... oh. Oh no.
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“Dank farrik!” Din shouts. “There’s a karking rancor in there!”
Boba is grinning like a kid. “Yes! And I haven’t named him yet. He imprinted on me. I spend so much time down here, you have no idea.”
The Return of the Mandalorian to the Book of Boba Fett by TranquilizedDropBear
If you ever thought "I love Boba Fett, I'd love to see him in his own damn show sometime" in regards to Ep 5 of TBOBF can I maybe very enthusiastically recommend you the above linked fic? Because it's lived rent free in my brain for months now and I've thought about it so much that as far as I'm concerned Boba was the one to fill in Din on the background lore about the fall of Mandalore and whatnot. Because we can all use a pair of maybe-Mandalorians bonding sitting on top of a rancor in our lives, no?
Also I had been dying to make this drawing for months now for @bobadinweek's AU bingo for my Canon Divergence slot.
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Angoulême as Geralt’s false Ciri is a concept that always obliterates me. She’s introduced as Ciri, deconstructed as a hopefully avoidable future state of the real Ciri’s, and then blends back into Ciri when harmed in front of Geralt. She can only be Ciri when she’s bleeding, which luckily she does a lot. Angoulême is the photo of Ciri on the dashboard of the Hanza’s van that they all stare at as a reminder of what they’re truly after. Angoulême reminds Geralt of what it’s like to be a father, but makes him ever farther from it because she is still False and the absence in him has a shape now. To parent her would be wrong because that’s not his daughter that’s just a girl. He parents her anyway. Angoulême is the doll given to a grieving mother who needs something baby-shaped to hold. And it is comforting. You start to love the doll as a doll too. The doll has her own clothes now, she answers when you speak to her.
On the other hand: Ciri is both a princess and a street rat, but she’s most importantly neither of those things. Those two false but very real roles that she runs from and into are so overwhelming to her narrative that they exist as people in the story: The False Cirilla in Emhyr’s court, and Angoulême in Geralt’s Hanza. False Cirilla and Angoulême, but especially Angoulême are characters of their own who I hate that I sound like I’m downplaying or tossing aside as nothing but imagery to further Ciri’s story, but also you can’t talk about either of them without talking about how they overlap and grow off of Ciri like a cell in mitosis.
Angoulême is here because Geralt loves Ciri, False Cirilla is here because Emhyr has a daughter-shaped cage that collapses unless it’s filled. The two fathers confront the reality of their daughter while staring at a girl who they have no relation to, but it’s alright, they realize what they need to realize anyway. There was no medicine in that pill, it was just sugar, you got over the pain on your own, good job.
And then we reach the bloody ending and it hits us that Angoulême is so much more that Ciri, and that we love Angoulême too. That we and Geralt and the story were cruel to try and twist her into this shape, she’s such a great kid, she deserves her own story she’s going to be such a woman. Fuck this post Angoulême isn’t Ciri Angoulême is Angoulême and these comparisons are getting so old and played out. Then she dies in Ciri’s arms.
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Thinking about the triumvirate that makes the whole: Fitz, Nighteyes, the Fool. Thinking about how Fitz can never let go of the past. Constantly looking back, reliving his life's events, dwelling on regrets. A storyteller and a chronicler of histories. Thinking about Nighteyes and his wolf’s mindset of the Now. Always reminding Fitz that it’s useless to worry about things that are already done and can’t be changed, or about things yet to come that are out of reach. The only thing that matters is the moment you’re in. Thinking about the Fool, the literal White Prophet, reading the threads of all possible futures and guiding them onto the paths and patterns he desires. Eyes always fixed on the future, always focused on what comes next. Human, wolf, prophet. Past, present, future.
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