ok. I’m going to say it.
I love ALL eras of boreo/decklikovsky EQUALLY, and I will FIGHT for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.
Las Vegas era? Brilliant - the inexplicable teenage love and lust for each other (terrifying and amazing) - caring for someone because they’re the only person in the universe who cares for you, getting drunk and high and altogether plastered together because you’re so traumatized and lonely that you don’t know how to bond with people in any different way and hey, you both like it (a little too much in fact) so why not?? It’s DELICIOUS. this part of the book was just written too well to be put down as “unfortunate” or “less than”. It’s so so so sad and raw and angry and vulgar and and and
And you couldn’t even have post-Vegas New York, Antwerp & Amsterdam without it!! Where would the tension, the longing, the shock of seeing your - best friend? ex best friend? The guy you hate so much because you love him even more ??? Where would all of that come from without such a complex, tangled backstory???? There’s no one without the other!!!!!!
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so I just finished reading ‘the oleander sword’ by tasha suri. I’m at work, so I finished the book, stared at my laptop for a minute, then came to the bathroom to cry and write this post (yeah, I’m in the bathroom right now. I’ve been crying for five minutes).
I’m crying because reading this book (which is book #2 of suri’s trilogy ‘the burning kingdoms’) has been… cathartic almost. the plot is high fantasy and political unrest, but the setting, the worldbuilding and careful nuances of the story are based on historical india, the country and myths and history I grew up with. somewhere inside me, the young girl who never saw a book that had a character that looked like her is sobbing in grief and gratitude and vindication, because an author like her decided to write this story. and it’s everything.
I’m crying because the relationships in this series are complicated and heartbreaking and human. siblings, friends, lovers, and the tangled webs in between - they’re so beautiful to read about. the pain of betrayal and bittersweetness of love, in a time when nations are at war and the characters are torn between their duty and their heart (an age-old story, the original tragedy). the delicate details that show the madness of corruption, the humanity in even the most twisted of villains, and the pain in hurting those you love so that they can live.
I’m crying because not only does this book speak to my desi heritage, it’s a queer story, setting a princess rebelling against her dictator-emperor of a brother and a temple-elder of a conquered nation of flowers and eldritch worship on a tumultuous path. their bond is fraught because of what they must do to serve their own countries, honour warring with the desire and love for each other in their hearts. a sapphic desi-high fantasy series - that’s something I never thought I would see.
I’m crying because the side m/m romance is pure tragedy and yet, it’s so beautiful it hurts to read. while the main heroines are separated by treachery and prophecy and gods of old, coming back to wage war for their glory, these two boys are separated by something much simpler: death. one dies (for his honour, for the men he leads, for his sister), and the other lives. the other lives to grieve and push forward, and isn’t this the oldest story? someone must always leave first, but we are never prepared, and I was not prepared for this death. because the one who lived had already lost so much, bled out for an empress he is bound to and her brother whom he loved. and he was taken away from him.
I’m crying because I love the world that has been built here, the stories woven and characters that suri has breathed life into. I’m crying because of the story, the pain, and the representation I never thought I’d see. but most of all, I’m crying for the love that this story holds, and the hurt that always follows bliss, because no good thing can ever be felt without unwanted anguish to sweeten these brief, tender moments.
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Vat/Orin childhood schenanigans is fun yes, but consider, they still try to pettily rip eachother apart as adults, the same way they would have as children
Oh yeah they would for sure- and honestly I think their relationship would be worse if he showed up later (which is always fun. Throw some animosity onto the gas fire that is their relationship)
Like she’s being prepped to start running the cult and taking over from Sarevok and then some drow walks in and is basically just handed everything (I assume there are some trials but like. It’s Durge. He passes dhshshsj)
I think they’ll lose some of their bond (mostly on Vat’il’s end. He does care about Orin! It’s just in a super messed up version of love kind of a way) but it’s also not like they were ever super close so it works out
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I just almost fainted , might go to the hospital, hopefully I’ll still be able to edit my last bylerween fic
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Ah. Suppose I should drop by for an update or something.
Got depressed about Situations for a bit and overwhelmed by So Many Things for a long time so I just sort of fell off Tumblr.
Let’s speedrun some general horse stuff:
- Nav got the Rembrandt fitted and it’s apparently weirdly, magically perfect for him - despite being an old throwaway a visiting trainer just wanted to be rid of. I’m glad I took a chance on it.
- His feet are still a work in progress, but getting better each time. He’s now barefoot again and sound as a bell! (Personally I think he’s glad to finally be rid of the steels).
- He got clipped, then immediately grew it almost fully back in.
- Bought a decent medium-weight blanket for him from another boarder that couldn’t use it.
- Haunches in still ain’t happening.
- He apparently loves my younger brother? Really cute honestly.
- Adjusted his supplement regimen to include hoof support, now that he’s barefoot again (on top of joint + calming support).
- He recently got a “bad report card” from the barn owner. The most recent hay shipment we got is a lot richer than the last few, and it’s given him so much Idiot Energy that he doesn’t know what to do with, that he’s started being a bit of an asshole to some of his herd members. Which means I need to go back to seeing/riding him more often again to balance that out (we’ve been on a reduced winter schedule, y’all know how it goes). At the very least, he’s turning 18 this year and still doesn’t act his age, so I guess I don’t need to worry about him slowing down any time soon.
- He’s still my best boy tho. He’s been great for everything I’ve been asking of him (minus one recent ride where the Idiot Energy needed to be worked through, and then he went back to being great).
- Bonus: We unexpectedly received a year end award from the MDA for our first level work last year! We got a fancy certificate and plaque and everything. Very proud of us.
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I randomly thought about a person I went to elementary/high school with who came out as a trans woman years after I knew her and decided to look her up. She died a couple days before I thought of her. Weird how the universe conspires that way sometimes
Anyway one of my most distinct memories of her was Halloween in grade 8 when she dressed up as a woman (like as a costume) and it really just reminds me how little you know what’s going on inside someone. I remember vaguely thinking it was a weird costume and honestly just chalked it up to being American (as they’d recently moved to Canada)
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