Sit yourselves the fuck down, everyone, because I wanna tell you a thing about some books.
A little while back a friend saw my Facebook post complaining about how I need more than just middle-aged white men being good at things to draw me into a fantasy world. He recommended this series to me.
So in the first book, the main character is a badass POC female whose mentor/boss is also a badass lady secure in the upper echelons of a very prestigious “law” firm. (In quotations because in this universe, the practice of law and the practice of magic are essentially the same thing, which, let me tell you, is one of the more fascinating magic systems I’ve ever encountered.) And yet, never once do I feel like this character is at all masculine. She’s a feminine character without her femininity being a drawback or a focus. She is a character, and a well-rounded one, and not simply a stand-in for what “should be” a male part and not badass for sex appeal. The storyline is amazing, a look at what happens to a theological society when their god dies and the subsequent murder investigation. I read it in about a day and a half.
The second book our main character is male, yes, but the culture this book focuses on is very heavily Aztec-influenced, so clearly this character is intended to be non-white. His best friend is an awesome lesbian. They’re middle management at a company that provides water for their desert city. You would think that would be boring, but it’s really not, because they’re harnessing the power of demigods to do so and everything goes wrong and there is questioning of moral and economical gray areas and the main character must decide between cultural heritage and modern values and neither choice is the right one and there’s a girl he’s chasing, but more as a metaphor (and I should note that only the book with the male main character really has a romance sideplot). This one was my least favorite of the three, but that’s like saying that Sam is my least favorite of Team Free Will – I still love it, just not quite as much as Dean and Cas.
In the third, which I just finished this morning despite a splitting sinus headache, we return to a female POC main character (this culture draws heavily on Pacific Islanders). Two female main characters, really; one is the 15-year-old homeless reluctant priestess of a dead goddess (which is a big deal) and the other, get ready for this, is a native islander transgender priestess who drew upon the power of idols to facilitate her own transition. And what is amazing is that her character is treated as a woman for the entire book. There are a few mentions of her history, and about how meeting people from some of the other cultures makes her uneasy because other cultures aren’t as accepting of the transition she’d made, but it’s neither used as a point of drama nor as an excuse for her to act like a masculine hero of a main character. She has a one-night stand with her ex-boyfriend at one point, kicks him out of her house when she’s done, and it is not painted as shameful or slutty, just gentle regret for having made a mistake. The moral theme of this book is largely an island slowly losing its heritage to tourism and modernization, and attempting to preserve that while still moving forward with the rest of the world.
The writing is amazing and gripping, with both description and prose equally readable. (I find that genre books largely do one or the other well; this one excels in both.) The character census is close to 50/50 in terms of men to women, with women actually tipping the scales. These books don’t so much pass the Bechdel test as blow it completely out of the water, and they aren’t artificial or saccharine in the way they do it. Romance is almost entirely absent and doesn’t solely drive the plot even when it is present. These characters feel like people who exist even after I close the book, going about their lives, and the universe itself is a fascinating blend of old gods and new magic and countries clashing over the differences.
i know we always talk about how wild lairport was but i don’t feel like we can ever fathom the full extent of the wildness. we hadn’t seen them publicly (alone together, at least) in years when it happened; it was almost surreal. i still remember how tumblr exploded and all i saw was the same pic over and over again amongst screaming and crying and kill bill sirens. and the fact that harry’s shirt was ripped and louis was going commando only added fuel to the fire.
A/N: Part I of a Soulmate
AU mini-series, or as I have come to fondly refer to it, the 1K Follower
Celebration request by @trexrambling with prompts for hurt/comfort,
protectiveness, and reunion inspired by TKG poem #4 that outlined better for me as
a series than a stand-alone drabble.
Summary: What if
angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes
they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s
grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Sparks
fly when you meet a mysterious blue-eyed stranger in the most unexpected of
Few sensations exist in creation more unpleasant than the
vision blurring stomach churning skin chaffing whirlwind spin of an angel’s
vessel hurtling uncontrollably through physical space upon being banished by means
of blood sigil. Few sensations, that is, save for the fireball crash landing
which invariably follows such expulsions. There are archived plans for a Coney
Island roller coaster gradually disintegrating in a drawer at the New York City
Public Library which, if the project reached fruition, might have come close to
replicating the experience. However, engineers could never work out adequate
safety measures to protect the rocketing passengers from being jettisoned into
oblivion at the kinetic peaks.
Castiel, like most vessel-bound wavelengths of celestial
intent in his current predicament, hadn’t expected to find himself the
equivalent of an angelic slingshot just now. Unfortunately, and also
fortunately for him, the sensation was not entirely unfamiliar and he knew
panicking would accomplish nothing. Practice taught him that accepting fate and
relaxing usually made for a slightly softer landing.
Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
“ Miranda – The Tempest “ … Artist: John William Waterhouse
“Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.” –William Shakespeare, The Tempest
The God Wars destroyed the city of Alikand. Now, a century and a half and a great many construction contracts later, Agdel Lex rises in its place. Dead deities litter the surrounding desert, streets shift when people aren’t looking, a squidlike tower dominates the skyline, and the foreign Iskari Rectification Authority keeps strict order in this once-independent city—while treasure seekers, criminals, combat librarians, nightmare artists, angels, demons, dispossessed knights, grad students, and other fools gather in its ever-changing alleys, hungry for the next big score.
Priestess/investment banker Kai Pohala (last seen in Full Fathom Five) hits town to corner Agdel Lex’s burgeoning nightmare startup scene, and to visit her estranged sister Lei. But Kai finds Lei desperate at the center of a shadowy, and rapidly unravelling, business deal. When Lei ends up on the run, wanted for a crime she most definitely committed, Kai races to track her sister down before the Authority finds her first. But Lei has her own plans, involving her ex-girlfriend, a daring heist into the god-haunted desert, and, perhaps, freedom for an occupied city. Because Alikand might not be completely dead—and some people want to finish the job.
Two headcanons that i have regarding post war Luna, 1 of them i’ve mentioned, 1 of them is from playing her.
1) Luna asks the Creevy’s for Colin’s Camera. Any creature that she finds, she photographs with his camera, and credits him in all the photographs. It is her living tribute to the person who fully supported her.
2) Luna becomes more of a realist after the war. Not only was she held hostage,her father turned in her friends to get her back and was sent to Azkaban, and she saw friends die and fought in a battle. It changed her a bit. She became more of a realist and less lost in the clouds. She also lost some of her confidence that she once had, afraid to speak her mind in case it was ever used against someone she loved.