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i promised you 🦋
(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)
the fact that kou CANONLY says “No more Mr. Nice Guy” when he gets mad
Hey there little guy would you like to pilot the hollowed out corpse of your nanny 😘
Ghost doesn't cutesy talk cats, he talks to them like other adult men and it's hilarious.
They're at a safehouse, and Ghost is listening to the radio, Price hears him talking to someone, and he's confused because both of his sergeants are conked out asleep.
So, he walks around the corner and finds Ghost sitting on a step with the radio playing and a stray kitten biting his laces while he talks to her. "I don't believe shoelaces constitute part of a balanced diet."
John just sits down on the step next to him and ignores how his knees click. "What's her name?"
"She's yet to disclose name or rank, but given that she's clearly smarter than those two through there, I'd say she's a lieutenant." He responds so dryly that John can't help but snort.
"Ah, I see. Making her way through the ranks at her young age, impressive." He leans forward to pet the kitten, flattening down the tuft of fur sticking up on her head.
"She's a hard worker, look at those paws. Grubby, she's been busy."
The kitten offers them a mewl in response, and he nods accordingly.
"She's stern, reminds me of Laswell."
That makes Ghost laugh.
GOOSE STOP MAKING ME CRYYYYYYYYY
Now another very random thing, but....
There is nothing more romantic - and there is nothing screaming "I trust you" more, than a musician asking another musician to play a duo that they composed themself.
Please someone write a slowburn with that trope- I will be (and kinda already am) in tears 😭😭
Four years ago, I picked up a copy of Aru Shah and the End of Time in my middle school library. I had just found out about Rick Riordan Presents and I was thrilled to discover a series about Hindu Mythology.
For the next three years, I would follow Aru as she laughed and cried and learned, and I would revel in the knowledge that there was a character who looked like me. And she was a hero heroine.
Aru had the same skin color as me. She ate the same food as me. She had the same experiences as me. In a way, she was me.
One year ago, April 14th, I went to one of Roshani Chokshi's virtual book tours, the one she held with Rick Riordan. I was ecstatic. That night, I met two of my biggest inspirations, even if they didn't meet me.
Then a few days later I received my signed copy of Aru Shah and the City of Gold. I read it all in one night and screamed so loud my parents had to tell me to shut up. I couldn't wait for the final installment.
Today I clicked download on my library's digital copy of Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality. I read it in one sitting, in the middle of my 10th grade English class. And when I finally reached the end of a four year long journey, I cried.
And so today I said goodbye to Aru. To Mini and Brynne and Aiden and Rudy and Sheela and Nikita and Boo and even Kara, who I partially despised for most of last year.
I also said thank you to Roshani Chokshi, because I found myself in her writing. Because I found myself in her.
At ten years old, I entered Aru's world. Today, at fourteen, I'm leaving it behind.
mclennon losing to jedus in the rpf tourney after a jake paul and donald trump win
