I forgot this 1977 Italian release of The Last Unicorn existed:
Why is Amalthea posing like a hiker trying to walk past a grazing cow? Why the bikini? Why does the Red Bull looks like Ferdinand's ginger twin?
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What a horror story. Good for him.
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A BSD OC this time, Jonathan Beagle, aka Jon! He's Peter's younger brother, and based on the protagonist from A Fine and Private Place! Peak himbo, goes through a lot of shit but still a ray of sunshine!
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The Way Home
The Way Home by Peter S. Beagle
oh, i cried, i cried!! Peter Beagle's writing has such a tenderness to it, comforting even when awful things are happening. people love each other in his books. Schmendrick and Molly Grue love each other, and they love Lír, and they love Sooz, the girl whose pov we get to see these two stories from.
Sooz is everything i ever want in a pov character, she's earnest and observant and brave and she loves without hesitation. Dakhoun, who appears in the second story, has taken up residence in my heart. these are stories about the family who choose you, and the family you choose by that example. they are stories about will, and care, and acceptance.
and of course, there's magic! magical creatures, magical deeds, but also the kind of magic that feels baked-in, it's just there in the ground, rising here and lowering there like the water table, giving and taking and bargaining. i've loved The Last Unicorn for a long time, so this book felt like home.
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how i read it: i read most of this book sitting on a bench outside the bookstore waiting for my friends to be done shopping, and finished it when i got home that night! it's small for a hardcover which i really like, big heavy hardcovers are hard for me to focus on because i can't get comfy with them.
a line i liked:
She moved like summer water in the sun, and she knew where she was going, and she was exactly where she should be, beside me. When I reached out for her hand, the old rough sorrow of her fingers rasped mine, and I held on with all the strength I had.
try this if you: are into classic European-style fairy stories, love bittersweet endings, delight in simple, lyrical prose, or if you, like me, have The Last Unicorn imprinted on your bones.
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There is No Hypocrisy Like Religious Hypocrisy
There is No Hypocrisy Like Religious Hypocrisy
Have you ever had an interaction with someone who gave you the creeps? I know you have. We all have. Some people easily set off our “phony” radar. We seem to be able to detect their fake motives and disingenuous character. Something in the way they look, or the look of their eye, or the way that they speak sets off alarm bells in our spirit. Then there are others who seem to slip past all our…
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“I’ve always been alone, it’s just that I have a few weird friends. And if you have a few weird friends, you can manage.”
Peter S. Beagle [x]
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Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, “I would enter your sleep if I could and guard you there, but I cannot come in unless you dream of me.
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I've met him in person btw and he's a fucking sweetheart
[ID: Text-intensive Twitter thread from the Shapeshifters chest binders Twitter account in reply to a post by artist and author Ursula Vernon. Vernon says, A non-zero number of you apparently did not know that The Last Unicorn was a book before it was a movie. It is by Peter S. Beagle. It is made of spun glass and fairytales and iron knives and there are individual lines that I would give my lungs to have written. Shapechangers replies, I saw him every year at NYCC for several years straight, bought something at his table, asked him to sign it, and we spoke. He remembered me from year to year, no small feat at that con. He remembered which stories he'd told me. One year I came back with a different gender on. He squinted at me a bit and said thoughtfully, "I've seen you before in this place." All I had to say was, "last year you told me the story about the inoshishi." And his face cleared, and he leaned in with a grin and told me about a German guitarist who he traveled with, twice. Who transitioned between the first and second time, so he'd gotten to meet this person all over again on the second round. It was a wonderfully kind way to let me know that everything was fine. I was fresh out of the closet and I needed that, and maybe he could see it. The Last Unicorn is the best book in the world and I will defend it and its author til I die. the end. /end ID]
I don't usually talk about celebrities; artists, when I do, and I'm keenly aware that one needn't be a good person to be a hell of a heartwrenching artist.
But Peter S. Beagle has written a few of my favorite things in the world, he's an excellent singer and filker, and this Twitter thread was dreadfully important to me. I don't want it going away as Twitter becomes Shitter, because it's so often bad news, isn't it? It's important to me to share trans joy.
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“I’ve always been alone, it’s just that I have a few weird friends. And if you have a few weird friends, you can manage.”
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