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hail to the king, baby

@starlightinhumanform / starlightinhumanform.tumblr.com

☽ ☾ Hello Earthlings! My name’s Nic but feel free to call me Starlight ☽ ☾ | They/He | Pansexual | Not a Minor | ☽ ☾ This is a conglomeration of a meme page, a fandom blog, a personal account, and a writeblr so don’t expect too much consistency ☽ ☾ ☽ ☾ Icon and header credits here ☽ ☾ ☽ ☾ Thanks for visiting! Have a nice day!!! ☽ ☾
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UMM IM BORED SO LETS ATTEMPT TO START A PICREW CHAIN😋😋

LINK!!

Step two🤧 tagging a fuck load of my mutuals slash bffs 😋

(NO PRESSURE!!!)

and anybody else who sees this🤧🤧 LIKE I SAID NO PRESSURE this picrew is so cute tho omfg

As an anybody else, here's mine

Tags (no pressure):

WHOEVER MADE THIS HAS MY EXACT STYLE! I LOVE BROWN AND WARM FALL CLOTHES AND IT HAS MY ACTUAL FEATURES AND BUSHY EYEBROWS AND I LOVE FROGS AND MUSHROOMS AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

open tag to anyone who feels like it <333

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Brennan is setting up the Bad Kids to get angry.

We've seen new anger mechanics (Riz and Kristen both rolling related to anger, one saving throw, and one advantage due to embracing it). He's also been asking leading questions ("How does that make Kristen feel?" "So angry.") and I can't help but wonder why.

Brennan is intentionally piling on stress. He's making it so each kid has more than they can handle and eventually will break. It's not an if, but a when. These schedules and tasks aren't sustainable and Brennan is doing that intentionally. He's even created a perfect anti-party for the kids to rile them up- because there's no way the Rat Grinders are the Big Bad. They're introduced as an annoyance- as something to frustrate the Bad Kids. He's forcing the Bad Kids to face anger.

Why?

And how is this related to the Big Bad of the season? (because it must be)

YES!! but also remember Cassandra in the mall said something about being angry and feeling bad and those red shards of angry energy literally destroyed her??? like the Big Bad is definitely weaponizing anger and stress somehow

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ok so clearly whatever deal fig made in episode 1 has something to do with Gilear right? the lemon creaminess, the curdling in her stomach, her bad luck of tripping and falling into shit, not to mention she keeps getting food on her shirt?? all of these are clear characteristics of Gilear "beans-on-his-shirt" Faeth. not to mention that Gilear is suddenly having good luck, winning the cruise and shit??? is Gilear Fig's new warlock patron??? did they switch luck??? what is happening????

THIS IS SOME GILEAR SHIT WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL Y'ALL

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ok so clearly whatever deal fig made in episode 1 has something to do with Gilear right? the lemon creaminess, the curdling in her stomach, her bad luck of tripping and falling into shit, not to mention she keeps getting food on her shirt?? all of these are clear characteristics of Gilear "beans-on-his-shirt" Faeth. not to mention that Gilear is suddenly having good luck, winning the cruise and shit??? is Gilear Fig's new warlock patron??? did they switch luck??? what is happening????

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Tagged by @sad-chaos-goblin (thank you <3)

Last song: Would That I by Hozier (thanks good omens brainrot)

Last film: Ondine

Currently reading: Good Omens again, and I've been meaning to read some more of Discworld

Currently watching: Good Omens again, I started ofmd recently

Currently consuming: Microwave potatoes

Currently craving: That feeling of lying in the grass and watching the stars with someone you love. More microwave potatoes.

Thankyou for the tag @howmanyholesinswisscheese!

Last Song: Mr. Loverman

Last Film: Austin Powers Goldmember

Currently Reading: In The Lives Of Puppets

Currently Watching: B99 for the 8th time (it is my safe show)

Currently Consuming: yoghurt and frozen blueberries

Currently Craving: the feeling of when you are in the middle of a storm and the thunder isnt too loud but just a low rumble and its dark so you put on your orange lighting, open your sketchbook and play your specific rainy day playlist.

Tagging: @starlightinhumanform (there's no pressure)

thanks for the tag! 🖤

Last Song: Sea, Swallow Me by Cocteau Twins

Last Film: Host (2021)

Currently Reading: Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond

Currently Watching: Fantasy High by Dimension 20!

Currently Consuming: a super stale half of a cookie that I found in my backpack

Currently Craving: a nice warm, long hug where the silence is completely comfortable

tagging @centimeter-tries-to-communicate @idrawgaystffs @robiberon and anyone else who feels like it!!

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This year some of my favourite books I read were written by indigenous American authors and I just wanted to shout out a couple that I fell in love with

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones

Horror being my second most read genre, I did not think books could still get under my skin the way this one did lol. It follows four Blackfoot men who are seemingly being hunted by a vengeful... something... years after a fateful hunting trip that happened just before they went their separate ways. The horror, the dread, the something... pure nightmare fuel 10/10

Moon of the Crusted Snow by Waubgeshig Rice

An apocalyptic novel following an isolated Anishinaabe community in the far north who lose contact with the outside world. When two of their young men return from their college with dire news, they set about planning on how to survive the winter, but when outsiders follow, lines are drawn in the community that might doom them all. This book is all dread all the time, the use of dreams and the inevitability of conflict weighs heavy til the very end. An excellent apocalypse story if you're into that kind of thing.

My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

This book follows Jade, a deeply troubled mixed race teenager with a shitty homelife who's *obsessed* with slasher movies. When she finds evidence that there's a killer running about her soon-to-be gentrified small town, she weaponises that knowledge to predict what's going to happen next. I don't think this book will work for most people, it's a little stream of consciousness, Jade's head is frequently a very difficult place to be in, but by the last page I had so much love for her as a character and the emotional rollercoaster she's on that I had to mention it here.

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger

Taking a bit of a left turn but this charming YA murder mystery really stuck with me this year. Elatsoe is a teenage girl living in an America where myths, monsters, and magic are all real every day occurrences. When her cousin dies mysteriously with no witnesses, she decides to do whatever she can, including using her ability to raise the spirits of dead animals, to solve the case. The worldbuilding was just really fun in this one, but the Native American myths and influence were the shining star for me, and the asexual rep was refreshing to see in a YA book too tbh

Split Tooth by Tanya Tagaq

The audiobook, the audiobook, the audiobook!!!! Also the physical book because formatting and illustrations, but the audiobook!!! Tanya Tagaq is an Inuit throat singer, and this novel is a genre blending of 20 years worth of the authors journal entries, poetry, and short stories, that culminates in a truly unique story about a young girl surviving her teenage years in a small tundra town in the 70s. It is sad and beautiful and hard but an experience like nothing else I read this year.
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Which place(s) won’t you ever go to again?

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My bed in the nook of the loft. Where the floor is warm from the woodstove below, but the window is open and breathing in winter air. Where the eaves pitch so low I’m the only member of my family short enough to stand up straight. Even then my head brushes the ceiling.

Even if I could go back, I don’t think I would.

I spent too much time up there isolated and sobbing over things that would not be resolved for another decade. And some that yet remain as barbs in my chest or a dirty cloth in my back pocket. There and uncomfortable. But not something to be acknowledged.

I won’t step foot in my woods again. I won’t see the painted iron lizards my brother and I hid in the trees. I won’t drag myself up the cliff to where we turned saplings into giant slingshots. I won’t stand atop that one stump from which I could see home, the hunting shack, and my grandparents all at once. Or sink my hands into the red-brown clay still clinging on the roots of that monstrous overturned tree.

I will not save the tadpoles again.

I will not crush my fingers in the waterfall stones.

Or sneak out the sliding glass door into the bright embrace of winter midnight.

I won’t put myself through those feelings again. And I won’t do myself the disservice of calling it home.

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