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Why doesn't Tumblr have a "have seen" button in search for posts you have already seen? Why do I have to scroll for 50 years in recents to where the last post I saw was? I don't care if that post was from 5 years ago, I need to see it Tumblr.
Every time I think about “A predilection for first editions and women who like to lecture me about myself” I literally wanna start gnawing on my kitchen counter. How the fuck did Leigh Bardugo do that
Me coming back from the dead with the Ninth House 3 announcement and Darlington pov like
All I want is ONE scene in Onyx Storm with literally any of the marked ones (doesn't even have to be Xaden) talking about the rebellion, the executions, their parents, anything. Just one, Rebecca, please.
So that did not happen 😂
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
Apparently this one fuckin works, and who am I to argue with the collective agreement of tumblr. Will report back if good things happen.
All I want is ONE scene in Onyx Storm with literally any of the marked ones (doesn't even have to be Xaden) talking about the rebellion, the executions, their parents, anything. Just one, Rebecca, please.
Where's Bodhi's father?
We know his mother was executed, and he even mentions it himself, but where's his father? From what I remember, there is no mention of him through Fourth Wing or Iron flame.
Like there is so little information about the marked ones. And Garrick's parents, too. What about his mother? I just want to know more about them so badly.
I'll never forget it's canon that when the assassins came for bodhi he defeated them bare ass naked
I am so into the fourth wing universe that I have a whole other alternative universe in my head.
Garrick ends up with a redhead, extremely sarcastic, and stubborn archaeologist that he somehow had to guard for a while at Basgiath
And Bodhi ends up with a brunette healer that gets pissed at him every time he gets injured and yet patches him up every time since he's the one usually taking care of others. That's like his karma.
So what does that mean?
I need more domestic scenes with these boys. Just let them be happy in Aretia. They're home.Let them have family dinners and drink and smoke together and joke and just exist with no stress.
No one, absolutely no one
My brain:
If Garrick's signet has anything to do with locating, wouldn't it be really cool if he had an archaeologist gf?
(If those even exist in fw universe and it doesn't work out with Imogen)
I just want to give Daniel Tabor Arlington V a hug. Please let me hug you, you, knowledgeable traumatized demon man. Poor boy has been through so much, and no one has given him a hug. Genuinely want to see this man happy I'm over here like
Get behind me, Danny🤺
Have we read about any of the Tyrs actually speaking Tyrrish? Cause personally as a Bodhi girl, pretty sure I would have fainted.
Any of them speaking Tyrrish? Calling their girlfriends Tyrrish nicknames? My heart please.
Like do they have accents? Anything? How hasn't Xaden called Violet something in Tyrrish at least once?
GIVE ME TYRRISH BOYFRIENDS REBECCA DAMNIT
Audible's voice for Darlington really does something to my imagination.
Just saying but like how are there no darlington x reader fics? Like boy fits all the requirements. GENTLEMAN OF LETHE? GENTLEMAN DEMON? HELLO?
(just reread ninth house for the fifth time and going crazy there isn't even a release date for book 3)
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
people are like “i am fine” and then stare into the void all night.
its me, i am people.
the 'breaking expensive glassware' scene in ninth house is so important for darlington's character (it's essentially an extension of 'the moths' scene)
first of all. he's a man of knowledge and preparedness. he believes he knows all there is to know and that makes him prepared for it. alex easily challenges that belief, breaks his rules.
“It wasn’t the ritual.” “Was it the blood?” “No. One of them grabbed me. You didn’t say that was going to happen. I—” Darlington couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re saying one of them touched you?” “More than one. I—” “That isn’t possible. I mean …” He set down his wine, ran his hands through his hair. “Rarely. So rarely. Sometimes in the presence of blood or if the spirit is particularly moved. That’s why true hauntings are so rare.” Her voice was hard, distant. “It’s possible.” Maybe. Unless she was lying.
his very obvious disbelief and distrust toward her is understandable - not only is what she's saying so incredibly unlikely, but he's also read her file. he has some surface level knowledge of her life and the state she was in when sandow recruited her. she's an uneducated, untrained, unprepared, a juvenile, an addict with no prospects (he never stops to consider how she got to that point, deems it irrelevant) who somehow wound up the only survivor at a murder scene. what incentive does he have to trust her?
she was fortunate enough to be born with what he considers a gift - the ability to see grays - something lethe took notice of and rewarded generously. that's the only reason she's here. she has no other redeeming qualities to him, unlike each of the thousands of lethe house candidates he was supposed to review and pick from, that opportunity, that honor ripped away from him. this would've never happened, if not for her.
“You need to be ready next time. You weren’t prepared—” “And whose fault is that?” Darlington sat up straighter. “I beg your pardon? I gave you two weeks to get up to speed. I sent you specific passages to read to keep it manageable.”
she doesn't mean him in particular, but he predictably misunderstands (and i'll explain why). he's confident he did the right thing, that he did enough. he readily gave her what was most dear to him in a silver platter - his knowledge, the key to this world of mystery. partially he did it for lethe, partially he did it because he felt for her (referencing he moth scene here). he doesn't take lightly to being accused of being wrong, of having done the wrong thing. especially by a seemingly ungrateful newcomer throwing a temper tantrum after fucking up and possibly even lying about why.
“And what about all of the years before that?” Alex stood and shoved her chair back. She paced into the breakfast room, her black hair reflecting the lamplight, energy sparking off her. The house gave a warning groan. She wasn’t sad or ashamed or worried. She was mad. “Where were you?” she demanded. “All you wise men of Lethe with your spells and your chalk and your books? Where were you when the dead were following me home? When they were barging into my classrooms? My bedroom? My damn bathtub? Sandow said you had been tracking me for years, since I was a kid. One of you couldn’t have told me how to get rid of them? That all it would take was a few magic words to send them away?”
“They’re harmless. It’s only the rituals that—”
Alex grabbed Darlington’s glass and threw it hard against the wall, sending glass and red wine flying. “They are not harmless. You talk as if you know, like you’re some kind of expert.” She struck her hands against the table, leaning toward him. “You have no idea what they can do.”
“Are you done or would you like another glass to break?”
his distrust also very reasonably drives her mad. she's sick of not being believed, not being trusted her whole life - even here at lethe, where magic is a widely accepted fact, people like him, who've never had to live a day in her life, with her ability, still think they know better. she's supposed to be safe, understood, helped here. she isn't. she's only being used for lethe's agenda. and darlington? he perpetuates that fact. he's her mentor, for fuck's sake. she'd barely began to trust him when he showed her magic, when he taught her to protect herself. she must've misjudged him. he did all that for lethe, not for her, just like how he covered up the almost butchered ritual from scroll and key.
“Why didn’t you help me?” said Alex, her voice nearly a growl.
“I did. You were about to be buried under a sea of Grays, if you recall.”
“Not you.” Alex waved her arm, indicating the house. “Sandow. Lethe. Someone.” She covered her face with her hands. “Take courage. No one is immortal. Do you know what it would have meant to me to know those words when I was a kid? It would have taken so little to change everything. But no one bothered. Not until I could be useful to you.”
this is why he misunderstands. she doesn't challenge him directly, she attacks lethe, but he's taken it upon himself to assert lethe's authority, to protect its credibility and integrity from such accusations. he's embodied lethe. it's a part of who he is now. he considers himself an extension of it, its golden boy, its gentleman. so this criticism, he takes personally. but it's not about him.
Darlington did not like to think he had behaved badly. He did not like to think that Lethe had behaved badly. We are the shepherds. And yet they’d left Alex to face the wolves. She was right. They hadn’t cared. She’d been someone for Lethe to study and observe from afar.
He’d told himself he was giving her a chance, being fair to this girl who had washed up on his shore. But he’d let himself think of her as someone who had made all of the wrong choices and stumbled down the wrong path. It hadn’t occurred to him that she was being chased.
he's not a fool. he pieces it all together. he realizes she's right, she isn't lying. his blind trust in lethe prevented him from seeing it all before. her records start making sense. her anger now and her fear earlier start making sense. but that doesn't mean he's equipped to help her, to comfort her, to deal with the weight of what it all means. i imagine her sudden depth and pain must've scared him. he was raised by his grandpa who thought the solution to everything was alcohol, ice and manners. only thing darlington seems to have added to that list is breaking things. and alex seems to already be well versed in that.
After a long moment, he said, “Would it help to break something else?” She was breathing hard. “Maybe.” Darlington rose and opened a cupboard, then another, and another, revealing shelf after shelf of Lenox, Waterford, Limoges—glassware, plates, pitchers, platters, butter dishes, gravy boats, thousands of dollars’ worth of crystal and china. He took down a glass, filled it with wine, and handed it to Alex. “Where would you like to start?”
