ISFJ. When I figure out how to be a responsible human, I'm gonna put links to my goodreads and stuff. And maybe a better description of myself?
For now:
likes
• putting blankets on people who've fallen asleep
• wasting hours on tv shows, movies or reading
• when people say my name when addressing me
• period drama costumes
• just period dramas in general really
• when the weather is cold but not too cold, it makes me feel more awake
• headcanons about the marauder era in hp
• nutella, man
• when boys wear jean jackets
the blog title used to be Tonk's "Wotcher, Harry", but now it's a line from Sam's Town by The Killers.
when you download a pdf and it’s called like 1328723486basdf12.pdf but then you gently rename it to what it’s supposed to be. that’s forming a bond with a hurt and wild mythological creature and reminding it who it is.
Howl truly is the man of all time. He’s a playboy. He’s a malewife. He fell in love with a ninety year old woman. He’s a rugby player. He smells like hyacinths. He’s not a natural blond. When dying his hair went slightly wrong, he filled his home with slime. He has a PhD. He’s a wizard. He found a way to another universe and he told absolutely nobody about it. He makes video games about the magical universe for his nephews. He can’t play the guitar. He always takes a guitar with him when he’s trying to seduce a woman. He’s a self-proclaimed coward. He got drunk to trick himself into doing something dangerous. He overcharges for his services to rich people. He undercharges for his services to poor people. A woman invaded his home and declared herself his cleaning lady and he just let her stay. He loves spiders. He lies about his surname to everyone, including royalty. The true spelling of his first name is Howell, but we don’t find out until halfway through the book because the POV character thinks it’s spelled Howl. He’s even Welsh.
the best plot twists of the locked tomb are when it unapologetically fucks genre over and over again—it’s a fantasy story in a sci-fi setting, it’s a whodunnit meets battle royale, it’s a coming-of-age romance at the forefront of a colonial imperialist dystopia, it’s a psychological thriller and a ghost story bubbling in a stew of homosexuality and queerness, it’s a ball of literature references wrapped around memes and pop culture, it’s a slice of life in a cake of political intrigue, and turns out it’s ultimately a climate fiction horror story on steroids
![A screenshot that reads: "But then, I don’t know – my dad, right now, I think, is just meant to tend his back garden. He’s lost his wife, and I think all he’s meant to do right now, for the most part – it’s going to make me cry – is play with his grandkids, and create this back garden. He’s turned it into, like, a subtropical jungle. He’s got a water feature and a moat. He’s gone crazy, as grief will make you do, but he’s gone toward beauty and nature and self-soothing. And I’m really kind of impressed with him for that. The fact that he’s created something so beaut– [A pause. Garfield tears up] Fuck. Fucking hell, man. It’s awful. It hurts – the beauty of it hurts, so much. Knowing he’s created something so beautiful out of the worst loss you could ever, like – [voice breaking] They were together, in love. They were an imperfect couple that stayed together. And for him to be left, now, to deal with what that means – I’m not going to speak for his experience, because that’s not appropriate. But I feel like I can say: I feel like making a garden is plenty. You know what I mean? I don’t think we’re all meant to save the world all the time."](https://64.media.tumblr.com/143b2bd4da8151bdb31bc5355c7dfd63/d8b49c8700324487-de/s500x750/3d6b3f579cdd44e3c464dc437694b9cf336e6b7e.png)
