Book aesthetics –> Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card
“It would not be a good game, Ender knew. It was not a question of winning. When kids played in the corridors, whole troops of them, the buggers never won, and sometimes the games got mean. But here in their flat, the game would start mean, and the bugger couldn’t just go empty and quit the way the buggers did in the real wars. The bugger was in it until the astronaut decided it was over.”
How Did A Raging Dickhead Like Orson Scott Card Write Such A Beautiful Story Of Love And Acceptance, Or, I Love Ender’s Game But Don’t Want To Support A Man Who Thinks I Will Burn In Hell And Am Not Sure How To Reconcile These Things: a novel by me.
Anon asked, “heeey, could you write an Asa Butterfield with 39 and 53 pleaaase”
A/N: Of course! This was fun to do in class, because pshhh who does their actual work in class. Not this girl! (eh sometimes lol) Anyway- I hope you enjoy it! Reminder: Reader could be male or female.
39. “How long have you been standing there?”
53. “I’m flirting with you.”
Word count: 605
I slept over Asa’s apartment… I kind of got into an argument with my parents about stupid stuff, so I called Asa asking if I could hang around his for a while. “For a while” ended up being the whole night. I didn’t really wanna be at my parent’s house.
I had a crush on Asa too, he was just- the best. He was my best friend too, and he was just so great, how could I not like him!? His voice is so soothing and beautiful. His eyes? Precious. Everything about him, is so good…and I just- like him a whole lot.
In the morning I woke up in Asa’s bed. He wasn’t next to me which means he probably slept on the couch, leaving me the bed. I got up out of his bed, and went to the bathroom to do the casual morning routine or whatever.
When I got out I went to the kitchen and happened to pass by the living room and saw Asa sleeping on the couch. I smiled softly. He looked all cuddly and warm and adorable, and just…he looked perfect.
I saw a paper on the table, and in his handwriting it said, “make yourself @ home, stay as long as youd like” I smiled again and left it at the table and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Might as well, right?
I decided to make beans and some toast. That’s Asa’s favorite. Beans on toast. That would sure make a nice morning. I put some music on. It wasn’t so loud, just in case I would wake him up or anything.
I started making everything, and I just do this naturally I guess…but I started singing quietly and dancing to the music that was playing. When I turned around to get a plate I saw Asa standing there next to the door way.
My eyes widened as a deep blush grew on my face. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked with a worried voice. Of course I was worried! That i so embarrassing, oh my gosh…
“Long enough.” he said walking to get the plates I was going to get IN THE FIRST PLACE. “Was that supposed to be cute or something? Intentional?” he asked. Yes Asa. I dance like an idiot to look cute. Duh.
“Yes. I’m flirting with you. Can’t you tell?” I say sarcastically. He laughed and put the plates down at the table. I laughed as well trying my best to not seem awkward. Thank God, I didn’t burn the toast…
I put some breakfast on his plate, and some on mine, and I kept the music on. “You don’t mind, right?” I asked about the music. “No, no, it’s fine.” he did say to make myself at home so, that’s what I’m doing. I nodded, and we both started eating.
After breakfast he looked at me and asked, “So when are you going back to your parent’s?” I sighed, “If you wanted me out that quick you could’ve just said so.” He shook his head and a smile showed up on his face, “I’m kidding. Come here.” he said holding his arms out and I received them.
This hug was amazing…it felt like all the bad things in the world no longer existed. I mean- that sounds stupid, but it’s true. “Thanks Asa. For letting me stay here and honestly everything.” I said. “No problem. It’s what friends do.”
Oh, friends. Right. Yeah, I doubt this is going any farther. So I nod and smile, hoping this hug lasts forever, even though I know it won’t.
Dear Valentine, you won’t be hearing from me for a while. I need to find out if I am as gifted at peace as I am at war. They have rewarded me with the rank of admiral and left me to my own devices, which suits me fine. I’ll travel the universe and carry with me a precious cargo - because I have a promise to keep.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.
lots of historical pictures. always adds commentaries on the posts instead of the tags.desperate to be tumblr famous.
very nice with all of her followers.has more followers than peter who often asks her for promo.
doesn't like to draw much attention but does because of his talents with graphics. often gets anon hate because of being a third.
hipster blog that has an autoplay with relaxing music on it. always add salaam at everything he writes.
lots of angry rants [added by rabbit-army]
doesn't have a tumblr, he prefers to hack someone else's
the one who sends anon hate but forget to click on anon sometimes
blogs a lot in spanish and posts a lot of selfies.
lots of original writing/content that's a lot of alternate history/historical speculation, half legitimate and half nonsense conspiracy bunk and you never know which is which [added by petrabrokanian]
rose the nose :
add more characters if you want and edit any of them if you feel to :
I’m a nerd, so I really like math and science. I am a horrible speller,
so excuse any mistakes. I love Harry Potter, Ender’s Game, Sherlock
Holmes, and most books, thought I especially like sci-fi and fantasy. If
you are interested in anything I will research it so we can have proper
communication, and I love accumulating random facts so I will be
excited for whatever you are exited about as well. I like classical
music and punk rock, mostly Panic! at the Disco and the Struts. I am a
INTP and enjoy MBTI. I am really weird and don’t go out much so I think
that this would be a good way for me to make friends. I am very left
wing in politics, so don’t be rude if you disagree.
I would like no one above 17 and no one younger than 10. I don’t contact
me if you are discriminatory of anyone. Gender is not important, no is