Yes, Spain!!!!
Falling over and girls spill out of my pockets
(for the purposes of this poll, order of pronouns doesn't indicate preference)
Yes there are 64 genders and every time this is reblogged we add 3 more to piss off the transphobes
“we should breed and ask our offspring what they think” has quickly become my favorite way to respond to someone disagreeing with me
Battle of Skandia is def one of his best books, the Will he warning the water hits me like a fucken bullet train every single time
Also consider:
- Halt telling Will he can do whatever the the fuck he wants to while training the Skandians to shoot
- The fact that the women and children aren’t just locked up somewhere and actually play a role in the battle unlike every other book/film I’ve read recently
- Actual good reason to use volleys instead of free firing
- Halt telling Horace not to give a shit about companionship when the Skandians are running alongside their horses
- Skandians straight up just keeping up with horses on foot just bc they don’t like riding them
read this book in one sitting in a hotel hot tub… here we go
(every scene. it’s every scene)
- the very first page, when it takes Will a solid five minutes to figure out that the sound of dripping water means Thaw
- when Halt and Horace are heading to Skandia from Teutlandt, and Halt can tell that Horace is holding in a question, except Horace has decided not to ask the question, and Halt is going *absolutely nuts* because he wants to know what the question is
- Will tracking Evanlyn and the Temujai who captured her for hours on foot through the snow, despite being desperately out of shape, and he continues on by remembering everything Evanlyn’s done for him
- Halt arriving just in time to save will from the Temujai, and they’re both crying at the reunion. also Tug going batshit crazy when he senses Will in the vicinity and then refusing to leave his side…. yes these are tears in my eyes
- Halt: “I left what I considered a fair price” for the Temujai horses… the fair price being Absolutely Nothing, of course. also, he says this was two decades ago. also, Halt is thirty-six in this scene.
- when Halt and Erak scout the Temujai army for the first time and Halt shoots the Temujai scout from behind cover by picturing where he is in his mind!! what the fuck!!!
- when Halt and Erak escape from the Temujai army and Halt slaps Erak’s horse with his bow to keep it galloping and Erak is clinging on for dear fucking life
- when Halt and Erak return from scouting the Temujai army and Erak dismounts his horse by falling face-first into a snowdrift
- Will regaining his shooting ability, and Erak returning his double knife scabbard because he hoards everything he gets his hands on
- Evanlyn going nuts because she can’t help with the war effort, sneaking onto Slagor’s ship, being trapped there for eighteen hours, discovering an undercover plot, getting exposed as Duncan’s daughter and invoking Ragnak’s Vallasvow to kill her, and turning the fuckin tables on Slagor by exposing him in turn
- Halt dressing up as a Skandian in extremely oversized clothing and subsequently throwing up in the Skandian helmet
- Will and Halt recruiting and training a hundred slaves as archers for the battle, and Will demonstrating incredible leadership skills despite being?? seventeen??
- every moment during the battle, when the little plots and counterattacks that Halt has devised goes exactly to plan, including: Will’s first archer volley taking down an entire Ulan (group of sixty), Will facing literally fifty Kaijin sharpshooters, Horace being the ultimate shieldmate, and Evanlyn directing volleys like a badass. this trio is unmatched.
- also, randomly, POVs from FOUR temujai characters, including the intelligence colonel that exposes Will and Horace’s archers. honestly appreciated because they broke up the battle scenes and Flanagan actually did a fair bit of worldbuilding and characterization
- Horace and Will fighting back-to-back, and Horace tells Will to duck and he flips his sword behind him and stabs the Temujai that Will is fighting
- Evanlyn facing down the deputy general of the Temujai army and his personal bodyguard, not being the slightest bit afraid, and the moment before the downstroke Will throws a knife and kills him
- Halt: “there is not the SLIGHTEST chance Erak becomes Oberjarl” then Erak: “i’m the new Oberjarl” Halt: “i fuckin called it. reverse psychology”
- Horace being knighted by Duncan and appointed to the Royal Guard.
- when Crowley returns Halt’s silver oakleaf and Halt knows that he’s home at last.
(Will and Nico are shopping)
Will: Nico go get the buggy
Nico, very confused: They still make those?
Will: Um, yes...
Nico: But we have cars and buggies have been out of fashion for like a hundred years
Will: ...
Will: I meant shopping cart
Nico: Then why didn't you say shopping cart?
Will: 'Cause it's called a buggy
Nico: I have never heard anyone call it a buggy.
Will: That's because you speak Yankee English.
Nico: You're just messing with me
Will: LEO! Help me!
Leo: Hey Will what do you need?
Will: Is it a shopping cart or a buggy?
Leo: A buggy
Will: See it's a buggy I spoke clearly
Nico: Are you sure you aren't pranking me?
Will: Ask literally any Southern demigod
Nico: Okay Annabeth is it a shopping cart or a buggy?
Annabeth: Shopping cart
Will: WHAT NO
Nico: You ARE pranking me!
Wil: I THOUGHT YOU WERE FROM VIRGINIA
Annabeth: I am it's a shopping cart
Will: You've spent too much time around Percy I'm going to have to Southernize you
Annabeth: Percy, is it a shopping cart or a buggy?
Percy, only hearing the last word: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh stroller
Annabeth, Will, Nico, and Leo: !?!?!?!?
Annabeth: Seaweed Brain did you hear what I said?
Percy: Yes
Annabeth: No you didn't. Is it a shopping cart or a buggy?
Percy: Oh a shopping cart
Will: Good he's not insane
Percy: You could put your groceries in a stroller tho
Leo: I am totally doing that next time I go to the store
double trouble!
+ individuals
me and you are beast fiends for ever ^_^ *lunges for your throat*
a lot of nico stans are like “omg nico di angelo my baby boy, my son, my darling, my little gay emo.” not me though. i’m fucking terrified of him
Imagine if you were in a mosh pit and somewhere around the center you saw a nineteenth century English gentleman sipping tea out of an ornate porcelain teacup, matching saucer in hand and nobody was paying him any mind but out of pure chance like miracle level coincidence nobody was bumping into him they were passing him with mere millimeters of space and he was just standing there enjoying the music with a contented smirk
Cinder | They/Them | Demisexual and demiromantic | Personal blog so don’t expect any form of consistency
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