Can I just say how much… I really, really love writing Rhys and Mor? And maybe just take two seconds to chat about how underrated their relationship is? The more I write Rhys, the more I keep finding myself in these scenes with him coming to her, leaning on her, using her for help and advice whether he knows it or not. I think Rhys loves her so, so much. And I honestly believe that out of everyone in the IC, if Mor were to die it would hit him harder than anyone else (save Feyre, of course). They’ve grown up together, and he’s fought his entire life to give her independence and freedom, and I think Mor returns the favor when he lands on her balcony after the Mountain, and he sort of just… lets her keep being this shepherd in his life, helping him keep from fully unraveling. I think Cassian and Azriel aren’t the only ones who feel her endless warmth and spirit. Say what you will about the Cazigan dynamic in the books and who has to “shield” whom from Mor’s infectious spirit, but if you think about it, Rhys is exempt from that protection. He just gets to enjoy Mor for all she is, how selfless and supportive and encouraging, and she too gets to be there for her cousin who has empowered her and given her status and strength over her family, these things that make her into a queen. They’re friends. Really, really good friends and I think there is so much love between them that we don’t get to see a lot of in ACOMAF, but if SJM were to ever write the book as Rhys or elaborate on it, I think we’d be surprised just how much goes on between the two of them and how much he confides in her. And I think given how much they’ve gone through together… that’s just, I don’t know, really really special and I love it so much. It’s nice to see that even when the entire world and family around them falls apart, there is still this lovely little kernal of them left to lean on and it never goes away.
the other day i was reading an article about green day ((as i always do)) and they mistakenly called wake me up when september ends, “wake me up when september comes”, and at that moment i believed that i had been transported instantly to a parallel universe where everything was the same except for the title of wake me up when september ends
I had to take some scans yesterday to see some shit a doctor saw closer and found out a couple of things from the first. The second’s result doesnt come in till Thursday, but so far its thankfully nothing serious. I hope its the same for the shit spotted near my intestines
Okay! Okay, so, I leave in a little over an hour for my 1ish appointment. I’m wildly nervous (the last time I got the root canal on this tooth, it took nearly 4 hours and involved 19 injections of anesthesia, so. Yeah, nervous) B U T.
I want to thank everyone SO SO MUCH. You’ve all been incredibly generous and I cannot believe the amazing and wonderful friends I have. Although I’m scared of the actual procedure today, I can go in there knowing now that I can pay the bill without going into debt over it.
Thank you SO MUCH. I’ve really been bowled over by your response, honestly. I’ll try to update everyone after it’s done to let you know how it went. If you’re the praying sort, I’d appreciate some today, too. :)
5 for COFT please? ( also that latest chapter of TGATNW was super great. hot damn that subtle torture!)
5: What part was hardest to write?
It was really hard starting, because I was so sure - like so sure - that people wouldn’t read it or want to read it. And there was actually a drop off between Game Theory and The Court of Five Thrones (some people love GT and not COFT, some people love COFT and not GT, some people don’t love either etc.)
Additionally, I had just cut off from an intensely emotionally abusive person, who was at the time quite entangled in my writing in a not healthy way. And so I’d not only cut off a relationship that had been super important to me for such a long time, some of their parting words included them strongly urging me not to write COFT because they had zero interest in it as a project. That, combined with the abuse, meant that COFT became a lot more to me than just…a story.
But that meant it also became more intimidating. My self-esteem has never been great, and it was pretty shattered at that point. I didn’t like any of my writing. I felt really burned out (and I was). One of the most helpful therapists I’d ever seen, left the state after confirming that I was in the equivalent of a verbal domestic violence relationship and she recommended a thing called No Contact which was really fucking hard, and I was in a grey area of looking for a new therapist, and I’d also lost a few other friends who I cared about deeply, or alternatively, the friendships changed to the point where we became acquaintances. Like, this irl stuff had a massive knock on effect, but these were often also people I knew on Tumblr, and so I was suddenly like, wait… what?
So I’ll always remember the first 5 chapters as the hardest. Introducing new characters, trying to find my way through a new format, losing friends, almost constantly suicidal for months, unable to reach out here (I felt muzzled by the situation), and also not really sure about myself. Things many people go through, but just felt sharper because of all this other stuff.
I’ve had writer’s block since then, sometimes pretty bad, but nothing compares to that period of time where I seriously was considering quitting writing and deleting Game Theory, and my finger would hover over the ‘delete this work’ button so many times you have no idea because I couldn’t stand myself.
Hellloooooo haha it was me who sent that request with the dirty jokes. Your HCs literally brightened up my day. Like I was having such a crappy day and this was the literal best thing ever, I cannot stop smiling and giggling. You are THE BEST. Thanks sooo much girl!!
AHA! It was you allllllll along! lol I’m glad that you enjoyed it and that I could help your mood improve! As usual, we have similar humor ;) Love ya chickie! @actualobsessivetrash
concept: deep sea mermaids with dark eyes and glowing pupils, deep sea mermaids that are 70 feet long, deep sea mermaids older than written language speaking a dead and foreign tongue forgotten by surface mermaids, deep sea mermaids being heard conversing through clicks and rumbles from far down submarines