i made my blorbo a playlist :)
i made my blorbo a playlist :)
my brain just described harrowhark as a Magic Girl ™
idk what to do with myself
bitches be like “hey look at my blorbo” and then show you the most fucked up mentally ill slightly evil traumatised little wet rat goth lesbian the universe has ever seen
it’s me i’m bitches
i wanna try and do the skull paint
compsci coursework due in 28 hours and i am filled with the overwhelming urge to draw every single gtn character alongside their lines in the “one for the emperor” poem
just finished my reread of htn, and something something so many characters loving harrow when she sees herself as unlovable. ofc gideon is a whole thing, and there’s whatever’s going on with ianthe and whatever’s going on with jod, but i’m really talking about the river bubbles. so many people loving her so simply, just because they can. ortus saying she was a neglected child and he should’ve done better, palamedes calling her a sight for sore eyes, abigail feeling responsible for her in loco parentis. the hugs that she doesn’t really know how to deal with but finds herself leaning into anyway.
the realisation that, to abigail, to all these adults in their thirties, there’s really not that much difference between harrow and jeannemary. she’s a child to be protected, and they’re going to protect her. the way they all fight for her.
the way all these characters are dead.
the sheer warmth towards the end of Canaan House The Remix really catches harrow off guard, and makes everything else that happens in those books hit that much harder.
i love rereading htn with the knowledge from ntn. being able to properly appreciate pyrrha dve. wake talking about pyrrha and pyrrha talking about wake, with the context of pyrrha’s landmine people quote. understanding blood of eden and alecto and what jod is trying to do. the gideonisms in the narration, complaining about harrow fucking up the sword.
that said, i’ve read this book twice and i still don’t know how it ends
and now i am dead, reverend daughter, and i am sick of roses, and i am horny for revenge
thinking about dulcie’s “i am sick of roses” line and cytherea’s body being constantly described as covered in rosebuds, rose petals in her hair etc
do you ever think about how this quote from gideon
“I have ten years of two-hander training and a minor allergy to face paint. I’m worth so much less to you with pizza face and a toothpick.” (emphasis mine)
implies the continued cultural relevance of italy in the nine houses
jod is the only person who remembers pre-resurrection. meaning that we have two possibilities:
1. god in the kitchen attempting to make pizza for the og canaanites (entirely plausible)
2. god frantically trying to explain pizza to whoever was cooking that day (also entirely plausible) (or ig a recipe book might have survived?)
i wonder which lyctor introduced pizza to their house.
and gideon must have read about it, because there’s no way the “snow leeks and gruel” planet is serving up margheritas for lunch. i doubt gideon even saw a tomato before canaan house. she presumably read the phrase “pizza face” specifically.