- ᴬᶰᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ˒ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ…
ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃᶰᶰᵉᵈ.
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Huevember – Day 14.
“And they told how afterward Ned had carried Ser Arthur’s sword back to the beautiful young sister who awaited him in a castle called Starfall on the shores of the Summer Sea. The Lady Ashara Dayne, tall and fair, with haunting violet eyes.”
( A Game of Thrones – Catelyn II )
The more I think about Howl’s Moving Castle, the more in awe I am of Diana Wynne Jones’s ability to have a dozen disparate plots that all mange to tangle up with each other in such a way that gives every character a role and an arc. Every detail in that book is important, every character has their own motivations and goals completely outside of Sophie and Howl. Every time I reread the book, I catch new things – foreshadowing I missed, or a joke I didn’t get before.
It’s a really good thing Studio Ghibli didn’t try to tell the same story in the book, honestly. They wouldn’t have been able to do it justice in the slightest. They managed to make a beautiful movie, but they wouldn’t have if they’d tried to fit the whole book as-is into a movie. I think this may be why the general consensus among book fans seems to be, “the movie was great but the book is AMAZING.”
Fucked up how women are expected to preform femininity to such an unreasonable, expensive and time consuming degree right now. Obviously that’s been an aspect of patriarchy forever but theres a late capitalist spin on it in our current period that’s just so extreme and unrealistic.. I feel like this is something people don’t see as getting worse but in, say, the 70s it was totally normal for women to go outside without foundation on. The degree to which women are expected to compete with other women in the amount of money and unpaid time they spend on their appearance every day has accelerated along with the acceleration and of global capitalism in general
@bibliophilesnet mission 2: favourite ship : russingon ( the silmarillion )
maedhros x fingoni loved him for who he was. i loved him for his fire and the way his soul would touch mine.

















