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Currently reading: “Terminal” by Roderick Gordon
I don’t expect this series to have a very huge fandom around Tumblr, but just like another fandom I encounter here, I love the way the fans see the series: the way they show their love by making some serious, ridiculous, funny, half-serious, or supposedly serious comments, the way they talk about the stories like they are really part of it, and the way they discuss the characters like they are talking about some neighbor kids. So, now, I guess I want to talk a little about my experience when reading this series. 😁
Best boys Change my mind
Небо, небо, небо... Отпусти, не бей ударом плети... Небо, небо, небо... Отпусти, они всего лишь дети...
its so easy to romanticize and grieve cal’s death the first read-through but this is the third time i’ve read tunnels and honestly good fucking riddance he was an asshole
Am I the only one who has read this book series? It's one of my favorites.
((Open Starter: Cal ))
The train sputtered along the track slowly as it traversed through the city, almost crammed packed with people. The only free seat in the entire car was next to a small boy.
There wasn't anything particularly odd about him at first glance , but if one took the took the time to look, they would notice more unusual features about him.
He looked about eleven, maybe twelve. He had a rather thinly built frame of a body and had startling pale skin. It wasn't a sickly looking pale, more like he had spent his entire life without ever going outside. In fact, he even had a very defined musty smell that hung about him, similar to that found inside a neglected attic.
He wore a very lose looking sized navel hoodie along with some worn out jeans that look one size to large on him. They bunched up at bottom, partially covering heavy work boots. Strains of stark white hair poked out from underneath a simple black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes which, despite the heavy over cast for the day, where adorned with thick, dark sunglasses.
In his hands, the boy held an ancient looking rupsack that he clutched firmly to his chest as if fearing it would be yanked out of his hand at any moment. And on top of it all, he appeared to be traveling alone. Quite unusal for someone his age in a large city like this.
However, despite his very abnormal appearance, nobody seemed to pay the kid any frame of mind, and neither did he. Instead, the boy was looking over his shoulder and out the window. He craned his neck, gawking at sky above with his mouth mouth hung open in awe. Total bewilderment held his expression. It was almost as if he had never seen the sky before.
He seemed far too engrossed by his 'sky gazing' that he never even noticed as someone sat down in the vacant seat next to him.
Fascinating, though slightly wacky, interpretation on Cal's death. Took me forever to find this post, and no, it's not mine.