The world currently continues to spin, the sun rises and sets, so here's an update of Those Who Stand for Nothing Fall for Anything/The Hinterland Doctrine.
FFN // AO3
I'm personally more satisfied with this chapter than I am with most, so hopefully it's ok? It's obscenely long, which is a theme here, isn't it? Hopefully it's worth it. I'm not splitting it because it's not possible. I mean, I could, but it's really meant to be connected and I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: It's not sunshine and fluffiness, and might be triggering for some at times, maybe. Obviously it's intended for adults with a steely constitution, so please don't read it if you're not or if you're sensitive. It's a story though, and I'm not going to list spoilers and whatnot.
Thank you for all the support and the amazing art and playlists and just for reading it, basically. Thank you for caring. xxx
Notes and credits under the cut.
Ok! So, very long chapter (30+?k!) including one novella length scene. It just happened that way. Sorry. This is the last chapter before the END TIMES which is pretty much written. Long fic/10+ years doesn't deserve a rushed ending.
Notes/disclaimer/idk it seems important-ish
Firstly, many thanks to friends I'm very grateful to. You know who you are. I can't list you all and I'm not sure you'd want me to or not. Special thanks to Laura (not me) though for everything and for having the best taste in music!
🏛️Some dialogue was taken line for line from recordings relating to what became a big court case, and it was thrown in here way back when. If you know, you know. It’ll jolt you out of the story if you do know, but never mind. I don't think the party involved would like credit for what they said.
🔥I can't remember what a character's name was (the minister driving the car that crashed into Light/Watari's, but I suspect that he was either just 'Culture’ or he was a name in a long list and I can't be bothered to check. He's now Homura anyway. It means ‘flame’ or ‘blaze’ which appeals to my terrible sense of humour.
🫅A few references to either Henry VI or Richard II (I can't remember), because I'm a mad Oxfordian and this fic isn't pretentious enough without it apparently.
🧝♀️Tolkein quote. You can't miss it.
💙I can't emphasise how much Bleu helped me with this update in particular. I can't, actually, because she doesn't want me to. However, I don't speak Vietnamese or Japanese, so I suppose anything to do with those languages must have just dropped here from the sky.
🍲Your order today is: bánh tráng trộn (shredded rice paper) mixed with khô bò đen (black beef jerky), trứng lòng đào (half-boiled runny yolk egg) tóp mỡ (whatever is left after you fry fat) rau răm (laksa leaves/Vietnamese coriander).
🎶Shout outs to 'Kokomo' by The Beach Boys, and 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac for loaning lyrics for a good cause. 'Paparazzi' by Lady Gaga too, kinda. And Roxy Music's 'In Every Dream Home a Heartache' for the chapter title. Brilliant lyrics. Creepy and clever.
📻The playlist is a mystery because I can't remember what I put on previous ones at this point and 8tracks is no more. It's stupid long because it's just what I was listening to when I was writing it, and it's kind of in order.
please tell me im not the only one who remembers that photoset/gif that went around where it has the final scenes of death note where light is trying to defend himself but someone replaced the text so it was him teaching them how to swim
genuinely curious: do other places have billboards like these? because it took me until i was 22 to realize they might not be ubiquitous everywhere because being regularly told i was going to hell by random billboards on road-trips was just my memento mori as a kid like they don’t anything by it
Is seeing billboards telling you you’re going to hell common?
no offense to blue sargent but if i was friends with a group of boys who went to a private school i would ask them to sneak me inside for a full day, at least once. doesn’t matter if it’s an all-boys school, that’s the fun part.
Oh my fucking god all this is too fucking funny. Lucking forward to having an anti-pope in Houston, Texas. Instead of the pointy hat maybe he can wear a white cowboy hat.
Little studies for an upcoming body of work. Paintings have slowly been getting bigger this year, which was a goal I was nervous about achieving. I’m excited to see how the full size paintings of some of these turn out!
