“My dear Jek, you’ve seen him. No one could spoil his face. Not for me.”

Product Placement

izzy's playlists!
h

blake kathryn

Discoholic 🪩
occasionally subtle
No title available

Janaina Medeiros
trying on a metaphor
Not today Justin
sheepfilms
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

#extradirty
No title available
Cosmic Funnies
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
Show & Tell
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from India
seen from Greece
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Indonesia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
@bedazzledsstuff
“My dear Jek, you’ve seen him. No one could spoil his face. Not for me.”
Well, what to do with my life now?
oh what the fuck
calm before the storm
So. I just caught myself trying to wit-quest to see if there's anyone near me.
What do we call this condition?
Rereading Fool's Errand. I am so normal about this.
Ch. 4 The Hedge-Witch:
‘By your left hand, I’d say you’d had a sweet and true love in your short life. A love that ended only in your death. Yet here in your right hand, I see a love that wends its way in and out of all your many years. That faithful heart has been absent for a time, but is soon to return to you again.’
Ch. 5 The Tawny Man:
The tawny man approached silently save for the rhythmic striking of his horse’s hooves. When he drew near, he reined in his beast with a touch, and sat looking down on me with amber eyes. He smiled.
Something turned over in my heart.
I moistened my lips, but could find no words, nor breath to utter them if I had. My heart told me one thing, my eyes another. Slowly the smile faded from his face and his eyes. A still mask replaced it. When he spoke, his voice was low, his words emotionless. ‘Have you no greeting for me, Fitz?’
I opened my mouth, then helplessly spread wide my arms. At the gesture that said all I had no words for, an answering look lit his face. He glowed as if a light had been kindled in him. He did not dismount but flung himself from his horse towards me, a launch aided by Nighteyes’ sudden charge from the wood towards him. The horse snorted in alarm and crow-hopped. The Fool came free of his saddle with rather more energy than he had intended, but, agile as ever, he landed on the balls of his feet. The horse shied away, but none of us paid her any attention. In one step, I caught him up. I enfolded him in my arms as the wolf gambolled about us like a puppy.
‘Oh, Fool,’ I choked. ‘It cannot be you, yet it is. And I do not care how.’
I can't with these two. 😭 Especially knowing how much suffering is ahead of them...
They crashed into each other and swirled around, giggling like lovesick kids. Fitz just won't say it.
I was doing okay.
And then I remembered Fitz and Thick healing everyone who was injured or almost dying in Aslevjal. Everyone except Burrich. My Burrich.
Aaaand im done with the rain wild chronicles! Nice books, love dragons, loved Alise, loved Sedric, Loved Thymara, LOVED the birdkeepers whole subplot going on between chapters (Erek and Detozi are The Best), absolutely devastated by Rapskal's fate, my poor baby himbo, loved the lore, loved the dragons, loved the fact that Kelsingra is beggining as a city of misfits where people can just be who they are and love who rhey love freely, loved that the dragons are basically what i imagine giant inteligent cats would be (have i mentioned i LOVE DRAGONS?) anyway great read, now please can i have my fool back now i miss beloved so much
I envy you. I just started rwc and I missss Fitz and his Fool (but I love the bird keepers so I'll stay for them)
The Realm Of The Elderlings - Robin Hobb • Hadestown • Ruth, Old Testament KJV • Wherever You Go, I Will Follow - M.R. Cain • Follow You - Bring Me The Horizon
*blows myself up*
Self doubt tends to wash away that small confidence that had started to spark
-hypoauthor
Self doubt tends to kill that small courage that was beginning to ignite inside us.