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I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.
Good morning! I’m salty.
I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.
This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.
You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.
“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.
If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.
I just know my grandpa would have loved me so much. And I tear up every time they talk about him
one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess
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The tags are everything. Ben's eyes will be the death of us all.
The fact that Alina was walking around with her internal monologue like, “I tried to think of anything but the stormcloud color of his eyes” about the man she supposedly hated. Lol.
characters about their morally grey bf: so WHAT if he’s the devil? at least the devil has a JOB! at least he’s active in the community!
You know what's hilarious? That scene in Hell Bent after Darlington comes back semi-human in the end.
Alex has been worried about their reunion since the first book (is he mad at her? does he hate her? does he judge her? can he forgive her?). Add to all that the fact that she'd just barely been killed and saw Darlington rip a demon apart with his bare hands. Darlington comes back down the stairs (clothed) and Alex is chilling eating dry cereal out of the box. Like, the maggots from the demon are still there.
It doesn't stop there though. They meet. The tension, the anticipation about what they're going to say to each other builds. And what breaks it? Alex offering the box to Darlington. And the first thing he does after accepting? Spit it out because of how gross it is and question her eating habits. Peak comedy.
No tears, no questions, no serious discussions, just banter. Love to see it.
Bonus points to this happening after Darlington thinking how the fact that she's a murderer doesn't even matter anymore and how beautiful she has always been. Love to see it x2
I can't explain how much I love this book and Leigh Bardugo and this story and the details and the characters and I'm sorry I'm a mess bye
Ninth House Spoilers!
Okay but,
“She was Dante. He was Virgil. [...] Later, she’d looked them up and discovered that Virgil had been Dante’s guide as he descended into hell.”
I think it’s poetic that ninth house ended with Dante (Alex) on a quest to go to Hell to get Virgil (Darlington) back.