Heard We're Shipping Griddlehark?????

trc insomnia compilation

They are ordering you execution probably.

Trying to add colors to stuff now, sometimes

i would be feral abt t4t paldulcie

adds such a great layer to the ambiguously erotic long distance mentorship situation… dulcinea as a trans elder… i’m frothing at the mouth

SEE i wasn't thinking of Dulcie as a trans elder in this situation, I think Juno Zeta would put her her son on blockers aged 10 and be the kind of mom to have a toddler portrait tattoo redone to be like, still extremely binary but now the baby is dressed in blue with a baseball cap.

specifically I want to explore the experience of being trans and having these kind of... long distance, no faces, text only relationships where you can feel fully affirmed and the disconnect that then exists between your real world experience, and how this interacts with of course also being critically ill and not wanting anyone to see you because of that. the compounded body horror and also then, intimacy when there IS someone you trust to see you sick, see you naked, and the way that interacts with the vulnerability and exhaustion of sickness,

and there's another layer I really want to explore regarding how critical illness i.e. cancer can often impede or slow medical transition while ALSO drastically shortening the time in which one has to make these decisions. to quote my favorite movie "there is still time", but what if there isn't? what is there ISNT time? what if you're dying, and you want to die in the body you want to be remembered in, but you don't know if you'll get there? there's a horror in that. this quote from harrow the ninth:

"“The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted,” she said, “was the worry that I would soon be dead … and now I am dead, Reverend Daughter, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”"

i think this would add to Palamedes' like... "i need to cure her i need to save her" and also heighten Dulcinea's rebellious streak (she wants cigarettes!!! she hates roses!!!) while also interacting with how she DID, in fact, decline Palamedes' proposal. she decided to stay where she was. there's so much here. im getting dangerously close to getting really personal here on tumblr dot com but im shaking the bars of my cage

Saw the meme and i just had to do it. Might do a switched version as well since for these idiots it works both ways

truly nothing funnier than having an archive of when you first started getting into a media that has since consumed your entire life

Every time Harrowhark goes "Griddle" (and some extras) until the first time, she doesn't call her Griddle.

We love their Chaos.

Ok, but the amount of trouble shooting I had to do for this fuckery was hilarious!

First I highlighted every "Griddle" I could find. (I even found more after my initial skim, through editing).

I downloaded the Audiobook, (a purchased version ofc)

Then I had to find a program to convert the Audiobook from AAX to MP4 then find a program that downloaded the audiobook into the program to convert the audio from AAX to MP4

Then I tried to upload it to my audio editing program, and had to download *another* program to export my MP4 to MP3.

Then I had to cut down a 9 HOUR AUDIO CHUNK TO ONE MINUTE OF "GRIDDLES" BECAUSE THE AUDIOBOOK DIDN'T COME IN CHAPTERS, IT JUST CAME AS ONE HUGE AUDIO CLIP OF THE FIRST HALF OF THE BOOK, AND THE SECOND HALF.

Then I made sure to adjust my clips so they fell on beat, and Voila!

There are more "Griddle"s after the first time she calls her Gideon, but I thought it more suitable to stop there.

I have more edits in mind. More to come.

i’m pretty sure ronan lynch described his feelings for adam parrish as an oil spill. and gansey said that loving blue sargent was like breathing. and adam parrish said that making ronan lynch smile was as charged as making a bargain with a magical forest. and ronan lynch said he would rather die than hurt adam parrish. and gansey said he would do anything just to make adam parrish smile. and ronan lynch gave blue sargent his flashlight so she wouldn’t be in the dark. and gansey and ronan lynch ran to adam parrish’s trial. and ronan lynch dreamt a sun and handcream and a car. and gansey could sleep after talking to blue sargent. and adam parrish came to get ronan lynch when he was drowning in his own mind. and ronan lynch wrote remembered over and over and over for noah czerny. and gansey and ronan lynch went and got orange juice. and adam parrish never wanted to fight with gansey again because he was his best friend. and ronan lynch worshiped adam parrish. and gansey wanted the old ronan lynch back but really just wanted any ronan lynch he could have. and they were all in love with one another.

tamquam-

-alter idem

Sudden brain blast over morning coffee:

John Gaius, necrolord whatever, cringiest man alive, refuses to let the earth die. And not just in the literal sense of locking the earth’s soul in a barbie on ice, in subtler ways too.

The most obvious is the memes, John constantly references memes that are dated even to us, but are in universe from a culture that died ten thousand years ago!

Slightly more subtle is the years. Why does everyone in the Houses measure in earth years? It’s been ten THOUSAND years since anyone lived on the earth! But John keeps them as a unit of measurement.

Even more subtle is the language. In sci-fi and fantasy we’re all used to the idea of the translation for the reader, people don’t speak english in lord of the rings, or dune, but the dialogue is in english for us, the readers. Not in The Locked Tomb. In this series, they ARE speaking english. Modern, bog standard english, to the point where two people born thousands of years apart speak similar enough dialects that one can pose as the other (dulcie/cytheria).

Now, this could possibly fall under that standard sci-fi trope, EXCEPT!!!! In Nona The Ninth, we see the non-house humans! And they speak dozens of languages, like you’d expect after TEN THOUSAND YEARS of linguistic drift!

John is trying SO HARD to keep the earth alive that he’s forced a language to stagnate for, say it with me now, Ten Thousand Years, to the point where even completely new things with no equivalent in our world don’t even have new words, just repurposed old ones (flimsy, sonic).

John Gaius, the first necromancer, could resurrect the planet itself, and millions of people, but he couldn’t resurrect the culture. So, John, cryogenics researcher, tried to put the culture on ice, to keep it as close to the one he remembers as possible. And he still failed.

i think eventually we're all just gonna have to come to terms with the fact that it's impossible to tell a story with any degree of subtlety or nuance without risking a portion of the audience taking the "wrong message", and that's ok. art isn't meant to be strictly a teaching tool, and if you're goal is just to convince people or critique an idea, just write an essay or a polemic

chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands