Crying rn
It's midnight and I'm thinking about Alex sleeping peacefully in darlington's arms on his narrow bed. She no longer has to worry about her boyfriend coming home home high on drugs and a fight breaking out because she knows that by the time he returns from a ritual it's going to be late and she will be half asleep but that's okay because she will still feel him sliding into the bed with his hair still damp and he will turn off the lamp she left on before giving her a little kiss on the forehead. She will always turn around and find him reaching for her in his sleep and then he will kiss her shoulder before relaxing again. If she wakes up when he arrives at home, there will always be midnight kisses as he tells her about all the things he had to do and how insufferable all the people were. She can always count on him coming home early on date nights. She will always wake up to fresh flowers by her side on Sundays and Darlington will be on the phone with her mom so she can tell him to how to cook Alex's breakfast exactly how she likes it.
the thing about being alone is that it’s so peaceful and freeing and cool apart from the evenings you descend into literal hell
i have this silent awe and appreciation for experience and wisdom that comes with time. when monotony and redundancy turn into a craft, when the amateur turns into an expert, when it becomes effortless to others. but there is practice hidden underneath it all. years of it. it is how my father can measure distances without any instruments because he has been an engineer for so long and his kids watch him do it in awe. it is how i know just the correct amount of milk and sugar when i make coffee for the people i love and they think it to be alchemy. it is the combination of efficiency and knowledge that only time can bring. gifted talents are great, but a time-honed talent is labor and repetition. you claim it as your own because time has made it yours, time has etched it like a schoolkid etches their initials on the desk over a period of time
It’s gonna be blonde
it’s gonna be pink
In light of the title and release date of Hell Bent (unhinged squeal) I was rereading Ninth House and, man, I refuse to even acknowledge the possiblity that Darlingstern might not happen. Like, Alex remembers the feeling of Darlington's body lying pressed against her way too many damn times for it to be platonic. Seriously, it's around four times.
I really need a novella or else it was a horrible ending that I will proceed to ignore. *eyeroll*
If you haven’t already read this post by @bluebellss1 I would highly recommend reading that first because it was what inspired this one (I was going to reblog and add on to the original post, but my own interpretation got so long I thought it might be easier to make a new one 🙈).
I love everything about the above mentioned post. And while I’m not a huge fan of shipping characters based off of themes/motifs (I’d rather ship them based on in-text evidence), I’ll admit there’s something that should have been super satisfying about Addie/Luc, but that the ending of TILOAL failed to provide for its characters and readers.
As bluebellss said, Addie represents the stars, and the symbolism for this is not at all subtle. The recurring phrase “a constellation of stars” in reference to Addie is evidence enough, and I believe Schwab even described Addie as a “girl made of stars” in an Instagram post before the book was released.
We know Luc is the night/darkness. We’re told this point blank, time and time again throughout the book.
So when is the only time we ever truly see stars? At night. And what is darkness if we don’t have light to compare it to? Nothing.
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He was both:)
is hell bent darlington going to be a pathetic wet meow meow boy or is he going to be a fucked up demon that has done everything and anything he could to survive or will it be a secret third thing (both)
anthony bridgerton is the most MESSY person alive im literally on the floor. he’s like i will have a terrible time finding a wife, what is poetry idk what that is, i will be the pettiest man alive, i will make the most ABSURD faces at the sister of the girl im trying to woo (affectionate and derogatory), i’ll bite ur dog, idk what women like lol i’ll just give her a horse, time to go crash a party ig, i will pout like a baby if you steal my mallet, how dare you insult my boots, miss sharma is AGGRAVATING why am i FEELING things for her literally what is this, oh wait it’s love lol gotta propose to her sister now, tHaT kNoT wOnT hOLd, oh no i’ve fallen in the water ahaha how silly of me. his entire demeanor is just “looks like i can’t gaslight gatekeep girlboss my way out of this one folks ://” and i love him SO much for it literally what an icon
horrible news guys…. i want to be in love
The tags are everything. Ben's eyes will be the death of us all.
The fact that Alina was walking around with her internal monologue like, “I tried to think of anything but the stormcloud color of his eyes” about the man she supposedly hated. Lol.