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thejudeduarte · 1 month

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!THE PRISONERS THRONE SPOILERS!

Today I'm gonna be talking about my babies wren and oak cos I love them so much. And I've also been seeing people say they don't really know them?? It might help y'all out since I've spotted lots of parallels between them and I'm obsessed 😭😭

(ps I'm really bad at writing these type of things so it's prolly gonna be a bit all over the place but nevermind lmao)

At the end oak says this massive paragraph basically declaring his love for wren. I think it's really beautiful and gives a really good summary on why they romance is just o beautiful 👌💕

He says at the end that noone gets us but us and I think the reason for this is they're more similar then you think

These two both hold family ay the very basis of everything they do (okay maybe not everything) family is their EVERYTHING and they'd do pretty much anything for them. Oak would put himself into conspiracies and risk his life for them constantly so Jude and Cardan could stay on the throne. And wren sacrificed everything she loved and cared for for her unfamily, a family who she hadn't seen in years and didn't think cared for her any longer:

Oak had been willing to sacrifice wren for Jude and Cardan - wren who was his everything - and wren had been willing to sacrifice herself. What I love is I think each other RECOGNISES this is the other.

2. They both know each other wears a mask around other people. When they're with each other, it's one of the only time that they let this mask fall. Not only does this show the trust they have towards each other but the care.

When they're with each other it's the ONLY time they can be their true selves. No more hiding. And I think this is super important in a relationship:

They both see and don't deny that they're both monsters. But they love each other anyway. I think the reason oak gets so mad at the end is because he thought he KNEW the real wren. But he gets worried that that was all just an illusion. A lie. What's important is that they don't have to hide away from each other, oak and wren both love each others flaws. Oak felt like he couldn't be loved properly because he didn't think anyone truly knew him but wren does.

3. They both want to be loved SO SO badly. Wren yearns for love. She craves it so badly it hurts:

Holly's writing here is so poetic I love 👌

And oak loves to be liked, he's also mentioned this many many times. However, he believes himself to be a monster so doesn't think he's capable of being properly loved (and also due to the fact that noone knows the true him):

4. They both believe themselves to be monsters. Oak due to his bloodlust and wren due to her being a hag and such. What I like is they don't deny that they monstrous. They accept it and love them for it. They understand the pain each other has been put through and understand why they are full of this rage and pain:

Overall, they're just two babies with such a raw understanding of each other it makes me SICK!!😭 They just get each other which I don't think is something Jurdan entirely had. Oak needed wren and wren needed him. They can't hide from each other. They see through each other. I want I love like this, I ache for it. I love these guys so so much 😭

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theoutcastrogue · 3 months

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The Port & the City

Buenos Aires, photo by lasgalletas (Creative Commons CC BY-NC 2.0)

Introduction

City of witches and of asphalt, port with no exit to the sea! — La Portuaria, from the port of Buenos Aires

Some cities have a port, and some port cities have a port culture. That's how I call it, anyway. It's a very special thing. It's created by the furious economic activity that concentrates around the coming and going of ships, cargo, and people. A port needs to cater to all of that, the ships and the cargo, the shipowner and the dockworker, the captain and the deckhand, the tourist and the sailor and the fisherman. And that transforms the entire city.

Where a port city meets the sea, there's shipping companies, travel agencies, imports/exports, truck companies, posh hotels, shitty hotels, fancy bars, seedy bars, brothels, strip clubs, theatres, restaurants, casinos, bookshops, tool shops, souvenir shops, fishing supplies, and fresh fish. There's peddlers and businessmen, porters and accountants, all sorts of people, and they all mingle. They have to! The port's there!

Port cities have their own landmarks and geography, with docks, wharfs, piers, depots, gates, shipyards, and people can orient themselves by relation to the water.

New York City, photo by Kari Nousiainen (Creative Commons CC BY-NC 2.0)

Crime

My gold watch and my pocketbook and lady friend were gone And there was I, Jack all alone, stark naked in the room — the port of New York City

Port cities attract furious criminal activity. Firstly and obviously, everything that's smuggled will be smuggled through here, from cocaine to counterfeit handbags to guns to oil. (I mean crude/refined oil, though with the prices we've seen lately, olive oil is equally plausible.) Port authorities, customs, shipowners and workers, all can have a hand in the pie, a little finger or both hands shoulder-deep, depending on how high up the ladder they are.

Second, ports are always full of newcomers, sailors and passengers, and all newcomers are potential marks. Con artists, scammers, and grifters of all sorts can ply their trade here. There's also a lot of shilling for more or less legitimate businesses (come buy this, sir! rent a room here, ma'am! oh but you must have a drink there, buddy!), and peddling less then legitimate goods (may I interest you in a fine watch? Rayban glasses, I have Rayban glasses! 100% genuine!). And then there's good old pickpocketing. Although in most cases, pickpockets are not allowed to operate within the port itself: it's bad for everyone else's business, and unlike cops, "everyone else" can actually enforce that.

And third, there's the entertainment sector: the trifecta of night life, sex work, and gambling, all going hand in hand with the sale and consumption of drugs and booze. Expect the port city to be much more entangled in all that than other cities, and the port itself to attract the bulk of it, or the worst of it. Things that are theoretically illegal might be tolerated here, things that are heavily regulated elsehwhere might follow their own rules here, and things that are otherwise unheard of can be found here. What are you into? Step right up but beware: the large print giveth and the small print taketh away.

The upshot of all this is that people in the port's vicinity (not the whole city, though) are more likely to be involved, or at least personally know someone who's involved, in profoundly shady and/or illegal business. And that certainly affects the culture. Breaking the law is more "eh" than "oh my!".

Clydebuilt Museum, photo by Paisley Scotland (Creative Commons CC BY 2.0)

Politics

All my life I've lived beside the waters that they call the Clyde I build the ships and watch them glide down the Broomielaw, sir Trudge to work in sleet and rain, labour for another's gain know yer place and don't complain, that's the rich man's law, sir — Alistair Hulett, from the shipyards of Glasgow

A port displays furious political activity. Unions are strong here, because labour is not only working, it's working hard, manually, in the same spaces (so they can talk about it!), and facing the same dangers to life and limb. Working on the docks, handling cargo containers, and ship-building and maintenance are very hazardous jobs (scrapping even more so, I'd say dramatically so), and under these conditions, it's easier to spot the enemy. Not automatic though. Port cities are traditionally, but not unconditionally, strongholds of the left.

Today, it's extremely important for the left to take the ports, because if it doesn't the fascists will. The workforce here has significant ethnic diversity, coming both from inland (immigrants and local minorities) and from the sea (sailors who go around the world sometimes end up working in random ports). So basically, this either goes "proletarians of the world unite" or "foreigners are stealing our jobs", no middle ground.

By the way, if all your knowledge about port unions comes from The Wire, or worse (for our older readers) from On the Waterfront, please be aware that these are slanted depictions, and you don't actually know anything. [They're not equally slanted, The Wire is nowhere near the other one's level of shameless propaganda, nor so completely divorced from reality. I mean yes, unions can be involved in shady business; so can literally everyone else in the port. But On the Waterfront, without the slightest exaggeration, is to American organised labour what Birth of a Nation is to Black Americans.]

Valparaíso, photo by [o] Rolando Vejar (Creative Commons CC BY-SA 2.0)

Culture

Amo el amor de los marineros que besan y se van. Dejan una promesa. No vuelven nunca más. — Pablo Neruda, from the port of Valparaíso

The port's culture seeps through the rest of the city. This is where sailor lore gets created and spread, and a port by definition loves travel and the ocean. Many non-sailors fall for it hook, line and sinker, and write poems and sing songs and their heart swells at the mere thought of sailing. But their fascination is often rose-tinted, whereas people who make a living from the sea typically have a love/hate relationship with it.

Maiden voyages are important occasions in shipbulding ports. A ship's last voyage, before it goes to scrap, is also memorable. If the ship regularly docks there, it will be the talk of the town, and if it's a passenger ship [this assumes a geography with regular passenger runs], a whole mess of people will be sharing stories and memories, waving it farewell, shouting, applauding, crying a little. It can get very emotional.

There's also a silly sort of localism/professional pride going on, where even the port's accountants, who've never set foot below decks IF they've actually boarded a ship, feel like they're a different species of accountant, inexplicably tougher and saltier than their more, er, inland colleagues. No matter who you are and what you do, it's badge of honour to say you're from and/or work at the port, like you're automatically endowed with tenacity and street smarts. It doesn't make sense, but there you have it.

Rotterdam, photo by MaxAmy Photography (Creative Commons CC BY-ND 2.0)

Desire

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries, in a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light — Jacques Brel (in David Bowie's adaptation), from the port of Amsterdam

A port is filthy, grubby, and hopelessly romantic. If it faces somewhat west, it's on fire every sunset. Silhouettes of gigantic cranes are framed by red clouds like alien tripods. The sun sinks into the ocean, and tell me, in the whole wide earth, is there a sweeter sight? Ships approach like sea beasts, and dock in their usual place like old friends.

A port carries the whiff of grease and petrol, the cool sea breeze, and the incessant sounds of waves and engines and – most of all – people. A port IS people, passing. And tell me, in the whole wide world, is there anything more exciting and heartwrenching than people passing? A port city can fill you with wanderlust and feel like a prison, or a warm welcome, or a devastating farewell.

And if you point a gun to my head and force me to describe a port in a single word, I'll have to say: desire.

Love me, leave me, hold me tight, walk away, forget. Look at how I broke inside, and how the sea has swelled! It's pouring out a riot of colours, scents, and lights, and in the city's gutter it's building paradise. — Ξύλινα Σπαθιά, from the port of Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki, photo by Arend Kuester (Creative Commons CC BY-NC 2.0)

La Portuaria - Un dia cualquiera (El bar de la calle Rodney) | the port of Buenos Aires

Ξύλινα Σπαθιά - Ρόδες | the port of Thessaloniki

Tom Waits - Step right up

Finbar Furey - New York City girls | the port of New York

The Dubliners - Go to sea no more | the port of Liverpool

Alistair Hulett - The Old Divide and Rule | the shipyards of Glasgow

The Dreadnoughts - Roll Northumbria | the shipyards of Tyne

The Longest Johns - Fire & flame | the port of Halifax

Maria del Mar Bonet - Merhaba | the ports of the Mediterranean

Cesária Évora - Mar de canal | the port of Mindelo

Susana Baca - Los marineros | the port of Valparaíso

Παντελής Θαλασσινός - Άσπρο καΐκι στη Νέα Πέραμο | the little port of Nea Peramos

Jacques Brel - Amsterdam | the port of Amsterdam

Social Waste - Kasbah | the port of Algiers

Πάνος Κατσιμίχας - Ο πιλότος Νάγκελ | the port of Colombo, so far from Lofoten

Ξύλινα Σπαθιά - Φωτιά στο λιμάνι | the port of Thessaloniki

#the city speaks #theory #trs #the ramblin' rover #pirate #booze #booze et al #no tears for the creatures of the night #smuggler #pickpocket #mixtape #prison ballads #ONE of these days I'll learn to be concise I swear #also I ain't translating Naruda to english #the Rogue's school of translation gives exactly zero fucks #but there's a limit #look it up it's called ''Farewell''#also I didn't include a planned section on immigration #because I got too fucking upset to write words

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reluctantjoe · 5 months

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TOM ROSENTHAL Banged Up: Stars Behind Bars | E3

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raayllum · 8 months

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like don't get me wrong it could happen with enough narrative (currently completely unseen) legwork but Pharos freeing Aaravos when 1) he's miles away from the prison, 2) Karim has no awareness or interest in the prison whatsoever, 3) a corrupted Pharos freeing Aaravos would just be the same as "Callum under possession doing it" but with zero amount of the emotional impact and 4) one of the most important plot points in the entire series being given to a beyond minor character is like... it's just not structurally that sound y'know?

#like will he infect and give aaravos an army? yeah #will he personally be freeing aaravos when he doesn't have the key (whatever it does) / the prison #pharos #the english major strikes again #it's the 'viren is callum's dad' thing all over again bc besides the initial shock there is no. narrative weight behind any of it #or like if gren suddenly became a massive military force person in leading the sunfire elves when amaya and janai are. Right There #like you Could Do That. but why tf would you Do That

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lucky-whispers · 3 months

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Q!MISSA AND Q!PHIL KISSED

#qsmp #qsmp english #qsmp prison #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp death duo #qsmp death family #qsmp pissa #pissa nation

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grifff17 · 1 year

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The similes, metaphors and symbolism in Prison of Plastic are incredible

So I finished Prison of Plastic. Jello is so talented with symbolism and analogies. This book is packed with them, and after I finished listening to it I rewatched the Say No lyric video and there's even more meaning in it now.

The most obvious one is the fire imagery. Both Molly and Lori are terrified of fire, and anytime the story is getting dark you can tell by the references to fire. "the blood spilled down Molly's cheek, like a burn" "the crumbling carrot cake looked like ash" "you don't have to light yourself on fire to keep everyone warm". This is in the song too, the very first line is "how do you balance the irons in the fire" and it continues to reference fire about 5 more times. The details are amazing. Lori has a fire alarm in her fantasy witch's hut because her mom died when the fire alarm failed. Even Lori's dragon only breaths lukewarm fire.

There's also the name of the book, Prison of Plastic. This is mostly just in that one scene in chapter 7, where the prison of plastic is actually the real world and not a dream bubble. The song parallels Molly being trapped with Lori's freedom.

Tied to this is the wrecking ball symbolism. In the chapter 7 scene, Molly needs a wrecking ball to break her out of her prison of plastic. In the video for the song there's a literally wrecking ball at one point. The last chapter is called wrecking ball. Giovanni was the wrecking ball, breaking her free, which is directly tied to the theme of no one able to help Molly if they follow the rules.

Then there's little stuff. One of the lyrics from the song is "baking self-reflection so exhausting". Both are things that Lori is forced to do, but hates. In her fantasy world, she doesn't appear in mirrors, so self-reflection is both literal and metaphorical. "take those imperfections and coat them in frosting" is again both a metaphor and something she literally does in the cooking challenge.

That's the serious stuff. When the book is being funny, a whole different set of metaphors are used. Jello has such a unique writing style. The funny metaphors are on the perfect edge between ridiculous and somehow perfectly logical and comprehensible. He manages to put into words "phrase that everyone in a friend group uses with no one sure of its origin" (for my friends the phrase was "we do a little trolling" and we were shocked to discover that its actually a Trump quote).

tldr BUY HIS BOOK BUY HIS BOOK BUY HIS B-

#this is kinda an essay huh #writing this had flashbacks to high school english classes #but like in a good way #ee molly #molly blyndeff #ee giovanni #giovanni potage #epithet erased prison of plastic #eepop #epithet spoilers #epithet erased #prison of plastic #ee lorelai #lorelai blyndeff

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avelanlorelay · 27 days

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My Jurdan fics in Ao3 (tfota)

Dernière Danse

In progress | post-canon | post The Queen of Nothing | fluff and angst | drama

With the threat of a revolt against the High Queen, Jude and Cardan's peace is at an end. She wants to solve the problem in person, but Cardan can't allow Jude to risk her life. Marriage is about trust and understanding and love helps to overcome difficulties. But everything gets harder when there's always someone conspiring against it.A story of adventure, jealousy, intrigue, fate and curses.Not all fairy tales have a Happily Ever After. But they are all about true love.

Please, Come Back and Tell Me You Still Love Me

In progress | modern au | angst with a happy ending | a shot with 3 chapters

“If you want to go, then go, I won’t stop you.” Cardan managed to say, treacherous voice sounding hoarse, Jude’s hands gripping the door handle. “But if you go, know that you need never come back, forget I exist. Forget everything.”

Please, come back. Please, let go of that damn door and tell me you still love me. Come back to me, Jude.

He pleaded in his mind for a long moment where she remained motionless.

Then Jude turned the knob and walked away without looking back, the door slamming with a bang behind her.

Fireflies

“I am the one who desperately wants you.” He stroked her cheeks in his long-fingered hand. “Say what you want and I’ll give you anything, anything you wish. If you asked me for the stars, I’d go up to the sky and knock them down for you. I’d make the planet stop spinning, Jude. Just ask and I will give you everything I have and steal what I don’t have.”

“I don’t wish for anything. All I want is you. It is more than enough.” She slid her fingers under his chin and pulled him to her, their mouths intertwining effortlessly.

Cardan steals Jude from the feast to show a surprise. Based on the deleted scene from The Queen of Nothing.

The Bodyguard

In progress | modern au | bodyguard romance | romantic thriller

When Jude Duarte was given the task of protecting rising rockstar Cardan Greenbriar from a dangerous stalker, her intuition already told her it would be a tricky mission. But the capricious, irresponsible and annoyingly attractive boy seems to make everything even more difficult.

As if being threatened by a crazy stalker who wants to destroy his life wasn’t enough trouble to deal with, Cardan Greenbriar could never have imagined that having a scary bodyguard and a breathtaking girl would make him even more out of his mind.

None of them were prepared for what was to come.

Love, that force that compels us to be sometimes better and often worse

In progress | The Prisoner's Throne spoilers

Some deleted scenes of Jurdan from The Prisoner's Throne.

#tfota #jurdan #tfota fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #holly black #jurdan fanfic #My life is so boring and Jurdan makes me happy #My job is very boring too #I'm not a professional writer so please don't judge me #My language isn't English either and my summaries are terrible #sorry.#the prisoner's throne spoilers #tpt spoilers

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