

something i desperately need in alecto the ninth is for harrow to be chasing after gideon. like, one of the most heartbreaking aspects of their relationship is that gideon genuinely believes that harrow can never be as devoted to her as she is to harrow. like, she SAYS as much to ianthe at the end of htn (and meanwhile, harrow is standing in a crumbling mansion clinging to the memory of gideon for everything she’s worth, turning herself into gideon’s mausoleum, but gideon has no way of knowing that).
gideon needs to be wanted. she manifests that in her desire to join the cohort, and it is most obvious in the way she emotionally latches onto the idea of her mother, an idea that is violently destroyed when she finds out that her mother never wanted her either. that’s why she’s the saddest girl in the world, as nona says - she might be the prince of the empire, but she isn’t wanted. ianthe is more devoted to harrow. the emperor is grieving his original lyctors. harrow is still obsessed with the idea of the body in the tomb. pyrrha found nona to love instead. hell, even aiglamene kept herself at arm’s length throughout gideon’s life. gideon really, really doesn’t think that she is loved at all.
all of this is to say I need it to not be gideon running after harrow in the last book. I need harrow to be the one showing gideon how much she cares. that gideon’s sacrifice tore her apart, that she’ll willingly burn everything to get gideon back. let harrow be the devoted one.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
just remembered that harrow saved gideons stupid fucking sunglasses which she hated. saved them to give them back to her. jesus christ. what the fuck.
have you ever considered baby gideon nav with her favorite pillow. her favorite blankie. like u know no one in that house was hugging her so like. imagine baby gideon curled up under her one thin blanket on that terrible cot hugging her single, very lumpy pillow. oh my fucking god.
#;___; #imagine very little baby gideon before the creche massacre being held by some of the younger sisters-in-training #associating the smell of face paint and incense and the feeling of scratchy rough cloth with some sort of comfort in her blurry young mind #and then - all at once - they’re gone. #it’s just her. alone in an empty nursery. #with nothing but a threadbare quilt and a lumpy pillow to block out the creeping cold #the locked tomb (via @ollie-ollie-oxenfreee)
Its butch appreciation day appreciate ur local butch <3
self love is a process where you reduce the amount of separation you have to experience to be able to look at yourself with compassion
like first you can look at a baby picture. that’s an infant. she is innocent. then you allow yourself to smile when you see yourself in a photo album, at say, age seven. the hard bit is to stop cringing at you, ten years ago. then you might be able to forgive you, five years ago. maybe you can understand then, where you, four years and two months ago, was coming from. sure, you don’t agree with your sixteen-year-old self, but you get it. you start wanting to hug her instead of yell at her. you, nine months ago, was actually doing her best. you from half a year ago was doing all she knew how. you, last month, made a mistake. and she’s sorry, and last week she felt joy and it wasn’t embarrassing. you from five days ago ate lunch on the grass. the you from the mirror this morning is that seven year old child. you are soft and new and it is good that you exist and you can still be soft and new and it is still good that you exist. give your baby photos a kiss

PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG THIS, WHETHER YOURE JEWISH OR NOT.
THIS IS A SUPER IMPORTANT PART OF OUR HISTORY, DONT LET IT GET DESTROYED.
perhaps help take steps to stop them now from future attempts...
#because everyone in this series is fucking bonkers every answer is a red flag<3
none of you are safe. btw
DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one