I’m not entirely sure if me reading “You Weren’t Meant To Be Human” in a singular five-hour sitting is a testament to how captivating the book was or to how well my ADHD meds have been working, but uh holy shit? I’m going to have to re-read The Spirit Bares Its Teeth, but this might be my new favourite book of his
someone told me to stop playing "opression olympics" for saying that him, an american trans guy, had no right to speak over my, an english trans guy, voice when it came to jk rowling or harry potter. like no sorry, just because someone is punching me because of an identity we share does not mean you get to speak over me if you're not getting punched by them.
I love Warriors but the shitty characterisation of Fox is low key starting to annoy me. She is literally loudly confronting people like every few songs she is not "the quiet one"
whitepine 7 spoilers for a very small nothingburger idea i had. its a writing snippet.
"Something else is reflected in the harsh sun- shiny, like the whites of the eyes staring at her, shiny like the sharp kitchenware she probably has to clean when she gets home. Right, home. The word is warm, it has a positive connotation to it, it can allow Ivory's mind to drift off and focus on something else, other than..."
if this interests you,,,,read on if you would like ^^
thanks for reading on!! here's the idea.
borm actually murders ivory that's it that's the idea. i have thoughts about this but i'm gonna let them stir some more
The sun is bright and harsh on her, nearly blinding her, the one thing possibly blocking out that light growing ever brighter being the figure utop her. His face is shadowed, sure, and maybe that's a good thing, because she can't bear to look at him and focus on the details of his expression. The most she can make out, facing it head-on as shaky arms try to shield her face, is a gnarled grimace, entirely focused on-
Ivory realizes about halfway through the introduction of that newfound sensation of pain that Borm had stopped aiming for her face. Relieving, on a surface level, but her head already feels light and faintly there's something liquid running down the side of her face. It hurts, dimly, like a bad migraine that won't seem to end, but whatever he's doing is worse. Her arms end up collapsing before she can actually will them to falter and rest and *maybe,* if she's lucky, protect what's happening to her stomach.
Something else is reflected in the harsh sun- shiny, like the whites of the eyes staring at her, shiny like the sharp kitchenware she probably has to clean when she gets home. Right, *home.* The word is warm, it has a positive connotation to it, it can allow Ivory's mind to drift off and focus on something else, other than pain she can't fight back from. She would, maybe, but her head is light. Her body feels light, the light overhead is brighter, brighter than ever, and...
Borm finally stands up and wipes the blood off of his knife between his fingers. If Ivory could, she'd note his expression, and she can see it painfully clearly, but it's much too hard to focus on just about anything right now. Her jaw moves, as if to say something, yet Borm interjects with something louder- bad enough that there's a ringing in her ears, worse so now that it's accompanied by...
Maybe this is what was done to Mysticat. What *she* had done to Mysticat, blocked out of her subconscious, painfully reminded to her. She wants to debate if it's right to thank the detective, but it hurts too much to even...
The ringing dulls, and she...
The light shines, and she...
Her hand twitches faintly, and she...
*Ivory,* she yells at herself, *Ivory, get up. Ivory, please get up. Ivory. Ivory, come on,* and maybe, she's finally processing the detective's words.
Does he regret? Her head hurts too much to question it.
The ringing dulls, the light shines, her hand twitches faintly, or at least she wanted it to.
Maybe, it's best for her to lie down for a while.
thank you for reading ^^ have a sufficiently evil day