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@dcbookthoughts
haymitch says himself katniss is like him, but luckier.
katniss realized the berries were nightlock before peeta ate them.
Finished sunrise on the reaping. Like, do you think she read crimson rivers? The axe, the hedge maze? THE FAMILY HOME BEING BURNT DOWN WHEN HE RETURNS FROM THE ARENA?
watching ‘Wednesday’ for the first time (I know, i’m late) and being constantly struck by how Regulus coded she is to me
just watched Thunderbolts* MARVEL IS BACK BABY
have had to put myself on a two month book ban so i don’t fail university
Why can’t i just enjoy things to a normal extent? Why can’t i just be like “yeah i like that movie” or “yeah that’s a good book” WHY MUST IT ALWAYS GO SO FAR, FEEL SO MUCH
Normal Harry Potter fans: why do you like Barty what the fuck is wrong with you
Me (an intellectual): green hair tattoos sexy
It's so important that I have a book to read at all times.
Ordinary (wedding version) DO YOU WANT ME TO BE THINKING ABOUT ONYX STORM ON MY WEDDING DAY ALEX WARREN? THOSE ARE THE WRONG TEARS FOR THAT OCCASION
behind every hot girl there is unhealthy, slightly concerning, spiritual connection to harry potter’s dead parents dead friend group
i physically can't read anything else after finishing onyx storm. how am i supposed to read about other things when violet is literally married and doesn't know where her husband is. like are u fr. as if i could do anything but stare into space for the next 2 years until rebecca grants us another book. i'm obsessing. i'm grieving. violet and xaden are in every song i listen to. i cry to sad songs but on behalf of violet. i smile at love songs thinking about their relationship before xaden left. i wonder where he is. when he will return. like the wife of a man at war. i live and breathe violet sorrengail. when i workout i'm literally imagining training as violet. i'm getting ready to walk the parapet. and it's been a few days since i finished the book and i literally miss them. i need to reread fourth wing and act like i don't have all this knowledge of things to come. all the questions i still have. and i'm just supposed to move on?? act like we didn't go through all that together?? live a normal life until the next book??
my therapist: i literally just asked how your day was but okay
whatever you do, don’t think about violet after those missing twelve hours.
getting interrogated so hard by the assembly and not being able to tell them anything of significance. don’t think about how they won’t believe that she’s missing that big of a chunk of time. don’t think about how she’ll have to sit there, in that room near that throne and how maybe she’ll go silent after a couple hours, much like she did when andarna left, but this time it’s not an empty, cold, catatonic state of silence. it’ll be a determined, hot, angry silence. eventually, they will release her, and she’ll be so eager to get out of the room with the throne that she’ll run straight to their room, only to come face to face with the fact that it’s no longer theirs. it’s all hers now.
“it’s yours now.”
don’t think about violet taking advantage of every ward he’s placed on the room, screaming and breaking and destroying herself and everything inside. she’ll be unable to set fire to the throne so she’ll take a dagger and split open the other chair that reeks of him, of them, sending soft wool padding and elegant upholstery flying in every direction. she’ll call on tairn’s power so she can unleash the creature within her that’ll be crawling up her throat, scratching at her organs and her lungs, digging it’s way out, but he’ll still be sleeping. recovering, from what? you shouldn’t think about it. about how violet will reach burnout, but not from her signet. it’ll be from her heart ache.
she’ll collapse in a corner on the floor surrounded by the chaos and destruction. the room will look how she feels. she won’t be able to get in the bed. she’ll fall asleep, propped against the wall, dreamlessly, for hours.
morning will come, and she’ll force herself into a cold bath. she’ll sit there, staring at nothing, but reliving it all.
the air in the room will shiver, running over her skin like ripples of the water she’s submerged in. a silence, and then a bang as imogen and mira burst into the bathing chamber.
violet will look over her shoulder at the two of them, long enough to clock the expressions on their faces; mira, shuttered with worry, and imogen, alight with fury. she’ll turn back around. “go away.”
and imogen, who she won’t want to talk to, won’t want to see, because she won’t give her back her fucking memories - will bite. “get up.”
violet won’t answer, but imogen doesn’t have the patience of the other members of violet’s little found family. she’ll close the distance between the door and the tub in two strides and yank violet up by her armpits, nudity and soaked skin be damned. violet will squirm and fight back, but imogen will drag her out of the tub, and violet will yank herself away, too angry to bother covering herself. who has the energy for modesty?
“cardulo -” mira will warn, but of course imogen will ignore her. “get the FUCK. UP. sorrengail.”
and violet will argue. “why don’t you get the FUCK out, imogen?”
and imogen’s eyes will light up with a swirl of emotions that violet’s never seen on her. fear. loneliness. “because you’re all i have!”
the silence that will follow this admission will be so tense, so palpable, it’ll threaten to choke the fight right out of violet. “what are you talking about?”
and imogen will sigh, a ragged sound. “liam, quinn…they’re dead. garrick, bodhi, xaden, they’re gone. i understood why you closed yourself off when andarna left and you were reeling from the loss of that bond. but you can’t do that this time. you made a promise. to lead. so i need you to lead, duchess. i need you to tell me what our first steps are in saving them. whether it’s with the cure you’ve been searching for or it’s with a trip to malek’s doorstep, i don’t care. i just need you to lead me. because you’re the only-” her voice will be thick with tears, her vocal fry heavy with the weight of her words. and this last part will be a whisper. “you’re all i have.”
and it’ll be this that calls to the part of violet that will go sit on that throne. imogen needs her. garrick, bodhi, they need her. her siblings, her friends need her. her people. and xaden…
he made her promise. he needs her.
so she’ll pull herself together, and she’ll walk out with her head high, radiating every bit of the duchess she is now.
but i just can’t think about it.
I will actually never understand how authors can be like “I’ve decided to take a break from writing the next book in the series” like can you fucking imagine if I rang work tomorrow and stated “I’ve decided to take a break and don’t know when I’ll be back”
time to start fourth wing. if y’all have been lying about how good this is imma be mad
so desperate for new Onyx Storm content I might even go back and actually read the sex scenes
I just realised that we have to wait till 2026/2027 for more Sloane and Dain content and I cried