Harrow: * to herself, writing the post-it note, after stashing some bread in the drawer* Harrow: I'm putting the romance, in necromancer.
i may be the last person on this webbed site to put this together but… that “ah, ah, ah” thing that Nona/Alecto and Judith/Varun do a few times? like this?
and this?
and this one?
and this last one?
…do you think it has anything to do with… this?
speak the truth, even if your voice shakes
every once in a while i like to take a peek at the notes to make sure everyone still hates me, and i am delighted to confirm that that is indeed the case!
I don’t know why I’ve never zeroed in on this line before, but right after Gideon’s gotten Jeannemary out of the facility and is trying to figure out where to go?
“She had to get her to safety. She wanted her longsword and she wanted Harrow.”
I cannot get over how even in the middle of complete panic, when she needs safety her mind goes to her sword and to Harrow in the same breath.
She does it again right on the next page, I am LOSING MY MIND
“What she badly needed was Harrow Nonagesimus, for whom a gigantic construction of bones would be more fun opportunity than hellish monstrosity, and she needed her longsword.”
now I can't stop making versions of this. help me?
bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior
Why Nona is an unreliable narrator: She's the soul of the Earth squashed into a human Barbie doll now living in a different body and also she has no memory of any of this happening
Why Harrow is an unreliable narrator: She lobotomized herself so she wouldn't remember the most significant person in her life and gets brain hemorrhages any time she remembers. She's also schizophrenic and haunted.
Why Gideon is an unreliable narrator: She mostly pays attention to swordfighting, hot women, and Harrow and ignores the rest.
💀 reverend-daughter Follow day one of not thinking about gideon nav
💀 reverend-daughter Follow relapsed
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💀 reverend-daughter Follow fuck it where's tridentarius i'm lobotomizing myself
@camgoloud you're SO RIGHT for this. I loved you anakin you were my brother vibes, because NOW he actually remembers enough to fight back with pop culture references
What if he ate Number 4 in the stoma and got shiny new powers out of it. WHAT THEN. It would be very tragic and very cool and very gay.
𝕴'𝖒 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆 𝕲𝖆𝖎𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙…𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉.
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Still not over the time I saw someone reading Gideon the ninth and said (while they were reading the first section of Gideon trying to escape the Ninth) that the story seemed tailor made to transfer to a modern setting because it reminded them so much of someone trying to leave their small town.
And I don't mean this in a bad way but I literally haven't stopped thinking about that. Ah, yes. Gideon Nav, orphan in a dying small town trying desperately to join the Army so she can make something of her life and escape her highschool valedictorian nemesis. All good so far. And then she gets sent to a death game to appoint the new Supreme Court Justices. And dies. And then finds out her dad is George Washington and her mom did 9/11.
The Harrow feels are creeping up on me. I can sense them lurking in the shadows, watching and waiting. The urge to listen to whispers of The Locked Tomb (narrated by Moira Quirk) is growing. I fear I shan't be able to resist.
sex is cool but have u ever been someone's first choice? me neither, let's fuck
