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River. // I am a rather wildly interdisciplinary bookworm, so expect lots of nerding out over a wide variety of topics. I ramble enthusiastically about spies, linguistics, literary devices, agents of shield, and whatever I'm currently attempting to write, among other things, at every opportunity. Inkspinner on ao3.
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No matter what a post on tumblr tries to tell you, your moral and ethical stances will never be determined by what you reblog and what you scroll past. Don’t let manipulation tactics force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.
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Alright everyone. A toast.
#i apparently have not reblogged this before? unthinkable#i love this stupid show#this was one of my favorite speeches (despite there being a /lot/ of those) and i also really love what was visually happening here#it's obvious i know but#lingering on may for those who have been with us since the very beginning#of course panning around the room#back to may and yoyo for those who stand by us#and closing in on yoyo for at our best and at our worst#it's not subtle but i really love it#tried to rewatch some last night but nothing would load kasgdhls ive got one more sick day maybe i'll manage today#agents of shield: it's funny what can happen when someone believes in you.
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Sorry boss I can’t come to work today. The earth is waking up again and she’s so beautiful.
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I do not want my fantasy media to be realistic. I want my fantasy media to be convincing.
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The Danish training ship “Georg Stage” (1934) dresses in rainbow colour, 2021
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New Far, Far Away chapter! Took a bit longer to write this one thanks to my comprehensive, and just general work fatigue, and it didn't get quite as far into the story as I'd originally hoped, but I think it still gets most things set up for where things are going next...
#OOH I'M SO EXCITED#i've been thinking about this story a lot lately#despite getting no further on my actually-learn-more-about-star-wars resolution XD#cannot wait to read this
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Looks that say more than a thousand words…
#sigh#them.#i am compromised#also ming is always gorgeous but that second gif gah#the comm agent and the combat spec#agents of shield: it’s funny what can happen when someone believes in you.
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Trista Mateer, Honeybee
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local woman relieved and embarrassed to report that the task she had been postponing for two months ended up taking a grand total of 4 minutes to complete
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A Love Letter to the Thursday Murder Club.
I just finished The Last Devil to Die. Book 4, and the last for a while. Mild spoilers for the whole series ahead.
This is not likely to be coherent, because I just finished the book about half an hour ago and I am a Wibbly Mass of Feelings. It is also, despite the spoiler warning, unlikely to have much to do with the actual plot, because my reading comprehension skills are rather terrible for anything that is not character arc and theme and worse when I am as invested as I am. Which is helplessly, hopelessly, far more invested than I have been in anything for a while.
I will be rereading for the actual plot, because I have an inkling it was genius. I was very confused, if I'm being honest, by the time we got to some of the big reveals, because I lost track of one or two of the major players at some point... I will also be destroyed all over again, but this book will be worn and tattered and so well-loved and I am so grateful it has found its way into my life.
This is a story of such kindness.
I mean, they all are. That's one of the things that struck me from the very beginning. But this book especially. I didn't cry, but it was pretty damn close, and that doesn't happen often.
This series has been everything I have been longing for for so long. And it was everything. A story about people from different backgrounds, who have lived very, very different lives, coming together with all the skills and perspectives they can each uniquely contribute to solve crimes -- that is actually a story concept that has been sitting on my to-write list for a really long time. I'm crossing it off now. I've found everything I hoped for and more.
It never would have occurred to me to make the crew a gang of pensioners, the ends of their lives a visible end of the tunnel, but that's what makes the whole thing work. It gives them such a unique approach to everything -- the kind of compassion and rationalism, wisdoms and sorrows and kindnesses that can only truly be represented by people who have seen so very much.
Every single person in this story is given the chance to be a person. Drug dealers and murderers, mothers and daughters, spies and nurses, builders and psychiatrists and people who were someone else, once. People with their whole futures ahead of them, people with too much past weighing them down. The broken, the hopeful, and the rebuilt. Some that are more than one. Each with their own lives and stories. Their crimes are not excused, nor even forgiven -- consequences come for everyone; the best and the worst of us alike. Is there such thing? Right and wrong, kindnesses and cruelties, choices and consequences. Mary Oliver is my favorite poet, and I think of Dogfish often --
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.
(Yes, I'm quoting Mary Oliver in this disaster of a ramble. I'm in that deep.)
I don't know where I'm going with this. But I am not sure I have ever seen a story treat its inhabitants with such kindness. There is room for laughter and grief, love and sorrow alike, nestled comfortably in side by side, in a way that diminishes neither one or the other. More than most things, to me, at least, this story is about the way we each choose to live our lives. They are all we have.
"Grief doesn't need an answer, any more than love does," says Elizabeth. "It isn't a question."
"Did you get milk?" says Stephen. "People will want tea."
"Let me worry about milk," says Elizabeth.
It's probably not as significant without context. But when I tell you this passage destroyed me...
I fell utterly in love with Elizabeth from the very first book, to the surprise of absolutely no one. I don't love Joyce, Ron, Ibrahim, Stephen, Bogdan, Donna, Alan, and everyone else any less, honestly. I love them all with my entire heart. I am probably the most compromised over Elizabeth, because again, I'm me. Put a retired, terrifying, loyal, somewhat morally grey old spy with an abundance of sarcasm and humanity and a bushel load of bravery and heartache both in front of me and I'm doomed, apparently.
Joyce and Elizabeth have officially become my duo of all time, which is saying something, because I have a special love for duos. I also have a special place in my heart for Joyce and her courage and kindnesses now, and probably always will. IBRAHIM AND BOGDAN especially also have my heart. Oh, what am I saying, I'll keep going like this until I've listed the whole cast. I love them ALL. Have I mentioned Chris? And Viktor? I DIDN'T MENTION CHRIS.
OH AND PATRICE.
Ugh. Ugh, I love them.
Also, it might be hard to tell from this essay, but I do have to mention that every single one of the books in this series is hilarious. I read the entirety of The Last Devil to Die with a goofy little grin fixed on my face, except for the parts where I was internally bawling. This book broke my heart and glued it tenderly back together. I finished it with my heart full to bursting, aching and happy and grateful.
I will have to come back again sometime, and write something more coherent. But I am so very grateful to have found this series. I am used to falling in love with things, with stories, and occasionally sighing over the things I might have personally done differently (I'm a writer, I can't help myself). But to find a story that is everything I've wished for, that I wouldn't change for the world, is a certain kind of gift.
I think I lost my point somewhere. My grandmother's cat is keeping me company, I'm about to go get a drink of water (I'm been forgetting to hydrate, absolutely terrible), and I really need to go to bed -- but, well. I have got to quote something. I was going to use the last line of The Bullet That Missed, which has been stuck in my head ever since I finished it, and but it's a little lonely without the rest of the book. This one, then.
"[The museum in Baghdad] has pieces from six thousand years ago, can you imagine? And on these pieces you can see fingerprints, you can see scratches where someone's child has come in and distracted them. You understand that these people are still alive? Everyone who dies is alive. We call people 'dead' because we need a word for it, but 'dead' just means time has stopped moving forward for that person? You understand? No one dies, not really."
- The Last Devil to Die, Richard Osman
This was long. To the Thursday Murder Club, and to Richard Osman, thank you. It's been an honor.
Until next time.
#she speaks!#the thursday murder club#the last devil to die#river has thoughts okay#i suppose this is a perfect moment for that tag XD#book recs#dear god i need to go sleep
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When my mother forgets a word, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher. I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: “You know the time for los jibbities is coming up. You must be so excited!” Oh, is it time for los jibbities already? I must have missed it on my calendar. Are we celebrating something? “Of course! We should all be celebrating, shouldn’t we?” OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing. It’s not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess. “Los heebie-jeebies? Now you’re making things up...and this is my show.” You’re right. The time for los jibbities is coming up. Is this a season? “Yes, the season for love. The season for pride.” OK, los jibbities. “Yeah, sound it out.” Los…jibbities. LGBTs! “Sí, mira cuz you’re gay!” “You couldn’t just say pride season? You couldn’t just… *laughs*
#i have this saved on instagram and occasionally just revisit it randomly it brought me me so much joy#feliz los jibbities !!!!!!
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Eowyn of Rohan and Arwen Undomiel
THE LORD OF THE RINGS TRILOGY (2001 - 2003) dir. Peter Jackson
#saw the sixth gif and i was nine years old and in utter awe again#someday i will both watch and read lotr all the way through.
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NATO Standard Phonetic Alphabet,
The phonetic alphabet was developed as a way to spell things out over radio communications that may be less then ideal, I.E. a lot of static or weak signal. All the words were chosen because they have a distinct sound that is easy to pick out. Military and police communications use the phonetic alphabet heavily and can be helpful to know for talking over CB’s or FRS (walky talky) radios.
#i got to the second victor and went 'you've got to be fucking kidding me'#but to be fair#a nobler use of the nato phonetic alphabet there never was
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This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ❤️❤️❤️
#my entire immediate family are artists#though in entirely different areas#i grew up an artist the way you'd typically define it but have somehow evolved into the resident writer of the family#and i was talking to my mom about this just the other day#it's very very true i think#and falls under#reminders i need#to find again.
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my friend's mini fridge was signed by you. how did this happen. how do you feel about this.
Dear god why?
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The other day, I heard a writer complain that most people quoted on book covers didn't actually read the book. I'm assuming you do put aside the time for it. What do you think of this? I think it's strange, although no stranger than other forms of advertising I guess. (Love your stories, my favourite was probably The Graveyard Book)
I’ve never met anyone who gave blurb quotes without reading the book. Although these look like things we have said about Randall Munro over the years.
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there’s a website where you put in two musicians/artists and it makes a playlist that slowly transitions from one musician’s style of music to the other’s
it’s really fun
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