The Amount Of Anger Inside Me Is Wild For Someone Who Only Wants To Give And Receive Love

You know what's hilarious? That scene in Hell Bent after Darlington comes back semi-human in the end.

Alex has been worried about their reunion since the first book (is he mad at her? does he hate her? does he judge her? can he forgive her?). Add to all that the fact that she'd just barely been killed and saw Darlington rip a demon apart with his bare hands. Darlington comes back down the stairs (clothed) and Alex is chilling eating dry cereal out of the box. Like, the maggots from the demon are still there.

It doesn't stop there though. They meet. The tension, the anticipation about what they're going to say to each other builds. And what breaks it? Alex offering the box to Darlington. And the first thing he does after accepting? Spit it out because of how gross it is and question her eating habits. Peak comedy.

No tears, no questions, no serious discussions, just banter. Love to see it.

Bonus points to this happening after Darlington thinking how the fact that she's a murderer doesn't even matter anymore and how beautiful she has always been. Love to see it x2

I need to be alone for a few hours every day, otherwise I start to spiral. but if I'm alone for too long, I also start to spiral. pretty easy, right?

just finished leigh bardugo's hell bent and idk what to do. how am i gonna survive the wait for the next book and the long darlingstern content draught that's about to come. 🫠

watching x files after having the worst and longest day of my life lord it's like a reward

I can't explain how much I love this book and Leigh Bardugo and this story and the details and the characters and I'm sorry I'm a mess bye

Ninth House Spoilers!

Okay but,

“She was Dante. He was Virgil. [...] Later, she’d looked them up and discovered that Virgil had been Dante’s guide as he descended into hell.”

I think it’s poetic that ninth house ended with Dante (Alex) on a quest to go to Hell to get Virgil (Darlington) back.

exactly

I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.

Luc: *appears*

Me:

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