Things I enjoyed in the month of July:
T. Kingfisher's, Thornhedge: 
“I’ve come to stop her doing harm.”
For something so diminutive, Thornhedge, the tale of Toadling and her guileless knight shook the frame of me from crown to sole.
Fairy tales are, inherently, allegories meant to deliver a greater meaning wrapped up in a pretty, ethereal bow with a flourish of depravity. And Thornhedge is no different.
T. Kingfisher reworks the classic tale of Sleeping Beauty into a question of who the villain actually is and the true meaning of the eponymous “Beauty” by reframing the story from an innocent girl pricked into an eternal sleep by a wicked fairy, to a tale of a changeling-made girl sworn to stand sentinel over a slumbering monster of impossible grace and untameable barbarism.
Toadling, the aforementioned changeling-made girl of the Greenteeth clan is as soft as down, more likely to wound herself than anyone else around her, be it with words or actions. She’s a thing of tears and crippling anxiety, and so much courage as she keeps the world at bay from from the spicule encased tower confining the dozing devil inside with spells of water and misdirection.
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Centuries of warding off knights errant in search of the beautiful girl trapped in the tower, hungry for glory and renown, Toadling wills them away with a guileless sort of belief in her role in the story. As is so often the case with fairy tales, where duty isn’t courted such as it is thrust upon peripheral characters by circumstance and the actions of others, Toadling plays her part with a relatable flurry of anxiousness, self-doubt, and innumerable ink-hued crying jags, but still she carries on. Because she has to. Because no one told her otherwise. Because even characters in fairy tales have their limits and she reached hers the moment years long training tripped messily from her batrachian tongue, destining/dooming her to a life of seclusion/isolation with the fate of a whole kingdom on her emotionally fragile shoulders. A few tongue-twisted words and a whole future immeasurably derailed; it’s tragic and inherently human.
Thornhedge is tale of many things: found family, pretty privilege and beauty as currency, orphanhood, fostering, fidelity, the cruelties of power, isolation, conditional and unconditional love, bravery, and the power of a story.
But most of all, it's a reflection of those acts of quiet courage which seek no fanfare, acts of bravery modestly done to better others' lives at the cost of the one sacrificing.
Thornhedge feels like a tale, an allegory, for those who don’t entirely fit into the world. Who were, perhaps, spirited away to Faerie as babes at the whim of something wicked and altered just enough before being unceremoniously spat back into the mortal world, doomed to fit neither here nor there, and the indescribable alienation of that. How the onus is entirely put on them to alter themselves once more or be forever cast between. But also the great joy of experiencing the love of people who claim you as theirs not in spite of your otherness, your queerness, but because of it, toad warts and all.
She was theirs; they were hers. The love of monsters was uncomplicated.
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House Andrews releasing new books into the wild in the murkiest of timelines:
The Inheritance
We are at war.
This war is not about wealth, resources, or territory. It’s a war of biological extermination. The very existence of humanity is at stake.
The moment the first gate burst, sending a monster horde to rage through our world, it brought us unimaginable suffering, but it also awoke something slumbering deep within some of us, a means to repel and destroy our enemy. Powers beyond comprehension. Abilities that are legendary.
The war is ongoing. If you are a Talent, your country needs you. The world needs you. Be the hero you always wanted to be.
Take my hand and answer the call.
Ebook: August 8thPrint: shortly after
This Kingdom Will Not Kill Me
When Maggie wakes up cold, filthy and naked in a gutter, it doesn’t take her long to recognize Kair Toren. It’s a city she knows intimately from the pages of a famously unfinished dark fantasy series – one she’s been obsessively reading and re-reading, while waiting years for the final novel.
Her only tools for navigating this gritty world of rival warlords, magic and mayhem? Her encyclopaedic knowledge of the plot, the setting and the characters’ ambitions and fates. But while she quickly discovers she cannot be killed (though many will try!), the same cannot be said for the living, breathing characters she’s coming to love – a motley band that includes a former lady’s maid, a deadly assassin, various outrageous magical creatures and a dangerously appealing soldier. Soon, instead of trying to return home, she finds herself enmeshed in the schemes – and attentions – of duelling princes, dukes and villains. This all while trying to save them and the kingdom of Rellas from the ending she’s seen on the page: a cataclysmic war.
Ebook: April 2nd, '26Print: April 2nd, '26
Everything's awful, but art prevails.I joke around that if/when the apocalypse happens, I'll be the one going full Denzel and lugging books around to keep the new world's libraries fully stocked with the most vital of literature - I'm only half kidding.Except, I won't be forcing the Bible on survivors, I'll be reverently placing House Andrews' complete oeuvre into the mitts (and potentially radioactive, depending on your apocalypse flavour of choice) of the collective unwashed and teaching them the ways of really well written fantasy that'll change your entire fucking life.And also make you laugh, because who doesn't need a good chuckle in the 'poco?![]()
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Ps. I'm so excited for these I might vomit, but if the UK doesn't get its act together and let me know if we're getting a deluxe edition like the US, I'm gonna go the full Kate Daniels on its ass, i.e. quippy and stabby.
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The Bear season four:
"It's completely, one hundred percent okay if you don't love it anymore."
I cried when Natalie (Sugar) said these words to Carmy, not only because it's personal and true, but because nobody says it.Creatives who have lost their spark are often treated to comments such as "It's just a rough patch, you'll get past it", or "You've gotta push through; there's no art without struggle", and my personal favourite: "You're so talented, it'd be a waste to give it up."Three "well-meaning", cheerleader comments that for some people will light the fire under their arse and get them back on track, but to others these words will do more damage than good because all they do is fill the recipient with shame and the belief that somehow they failed. And this is absolutely the direction media takes when dealing with a character in this conundrum. It's a highlight reel of furiously working through the block and magically seeing the "Ah hah!" moment at the end of the tunnel; rarely, if ever, does it show that giving something up isn't the same as giving up. That walking away from something you used to be passionate about/are naturally talented at/made it your ambition to succeed at when it's now mentally and physically hurting you, or you've run out of creativity, or you just don't love it anymore and the want is gone, is just as brave as pushing through to reignite the creative spark.Because sometimes that spark goes out, and that's okay.Truly, so very much okay, and I love The Bear for showing that, for saying these words to a character in so much pain and giving him the freedom he can't grant himself to move on.I wish it was said more, louder, and with just as much love and support as the "push through-ers" because creativity is hard and it comes from the very centre of you, and when you can't do it any longer, when the joy's dissipated and all your left with is an ache of inadequacy, an echo chamber where the fire used to live, it'd be nice to hear:
And it is, it's okay, you did so fucking well.
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Jane and Rochester infamy fuckery:
Every slide is entirely accurate.Jane Eyre is wild, which is in part why I love it so much, but also because it's kind of astounding a woman was getting away with this level of hedonistic, gremlin daydream, peak level feral-horny with a batshit plot twist that shocks readers to this day, all the way back in 1847.I mean, yeah, sure, Charlotte Brontë was publishing under a male pseudonym which went a lonnnnng way with getting just about anything published (ongoing), but STILL.Even if you don't like the story (but also wtf's wrong with you?), you've gotta respect the commitment to not giving a fuck and writing it so well that it remains a classic over a hundred years on.Seriously, we're not even a tiny bit worthy.
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K-Pop Demon Hunters:
…Four times.I’ve watched this four times since it dropped seemingly out of nowhere at the beginning of the month, and… yeah, a fifth is probably going to occur in the very near future.Like tomorrow.Probably.Or after I’ve finished waxing squee over it for my goblin readership?Are you ready to be squeed into oblivion? Because here we go…
HYPERFIXATION ACTIVATED!
…Little underwhelming but you get the gist.I am well and truly, completely and uttterly, unequivocally and unhingedly obsessed with K-Pop Demon Hunters and I totally knew that would be the case the second I watched the trailer. Not the movie. The trailer.![]()
The animation style, the humour, the Buffy-coded narrative, the characters, Derpy and Sussie (!), the music. I’m not even a K-Pop fan - no shade, I just don’t vibe with it; the closed I’ve gotten is K-Metal (Gimme Chocolate!! by Babymetal is jammy as fuck) - but fuuuuccckkkkk, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack nonstop. All but one of the songs (you know the one) is on my shower playlist, I am in critical fucking condition over Huntr/x and the Saja Boys, and it’s not getting better, it’s getting worse. Is this my gateway drug into K-Pop? I’m not sure I want the responsibility! But I do know I want to continue pumping this movie into my veins like the high-saturated colour pop demon-fest it is. Just hook me up to the mains and rewrite my coding; I won’t flinch, I won’t complain, I’ll just lie there and bop to How It’s Done for the five millionth time like the good little anime-gorging mental patient I am.![]()
And look, I know it has flaws, I know there are some major plot holes glaring back in technicolour, but, and I say this with complete conviction: I don’t give a millionth of a shit.Something new I’ve discovered about myself - if I love something, I don’t want to know what’s wrong with it, even if it’s an interesting imperfection. I just want to roll around in its glorious imperfect gloop and not have to worry about what its failings are because again, with complete conviction: the fucks I do not give.And I give zero about what’s marginally wrong with this movie, I just want MORE.More of Rumi, Zoe, and Mira (I love my hunter babies, they kick so much ass it’s obscene - competence kink? You betcha).![]()
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More of Jinu and the boys (even if Baby Saja gives me the screaming ick).![]()
More of Rumi’s parents’ backstory (we need that, right? They can’t not give us that? Right?).![]()
More Bobby (we stan a short king).
More Derpy and Sussie (one day Derp will conquer the upturned conicals. One day!)![]()
More bangers to obsess over (even Soda Pop, I begrudgingly concede).![]()
And please, please please please, more fight scenes to make me salivate (so many rounds of applause for the animation team on this, just… wow).![]()
But most importantly: they cannot in good conscience leave us with that ending. They can’t. I am a child of the romance genre and that was totally unacceptable! As in, I do not accept. Fix it, Sony. Fix it now!
Fanart:
bananahkim
Siana Park
SANJI
Dinan Hadyan
Mingjue Helen Chen
Brian Kesinger
cryosaur
Joy Ang
Ibon
Ding Hu
Vanya Calderon
Angelica vb
sosohan6611
Karicatu
Mina
Gokul G Prasad
Kuro maru
jules
draws.seal
tamtamdi
oidingus
Hannah Alexandra
Liz Parkes
Simon Chong
Marion Bordeyne
Valeria Abatzoglu
Shibs
xin.cere.art
Scott Watanabe
jae
ever.greem
daisanfar
gravity_maxx
Sam Yang
Teny Issakhanian
Sonali
io.lu.art
Vanessa
Xin Yingzong
viridian
dani
Lucia de la Torre
Maëva Ceisea
nina
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Emil Salmans' linocuts:
There's something barebones about linocuts and the process of printing them, something honest and unembellished whilst yielding dramatic results like Emil Salmans' monochromatic and almost shamanistic depictions of the natural world and the folktales imbued within it.Like the printed ink, if touched, could leach away from the page and spill into corporeality; an effect that feels wholly particular to this form of printmaking.A form I didn't spend much time practicing in art school, but remember enjoying the sensation of the first curl of linoleum peeling away under the carving tool.![]()
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Poetry Slammed, Part I (favourite lines circled):
Why Are Your Poems So Dark? by Linda Pastan
An Optimism by Cameron Awkward-Rich
At Last the New Arriving by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
The Gift by Li-Young Lee
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Verkani Cat and the Stardew Valley body switch:
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I understand nothing but this is somehow everything, and I need a dozen more episodes, a full series!Something like this, maybe:
I love when the internet makes me lose my mind over things I have zero knowledge on.
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July Jukebox:
Yes, I did throw all but one of the KPop Demon Hunters OST in here.And yes, it was necessary.
Ps. When is Ethel Cain going to stop doing this to me?
🎵 They want to take her out, but no one ever wants to take her home.
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Mr Skelly by Christian Watson:
Listen to Mr Skelly, he's the sage vertebrate we all need.
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Rewatching:
Dawson's Creek final season
The grand rewatch has come to its end and I only have one thing to say:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAWSON LEERY DIDN’T GET THE GIRL AND HAD TO START HIS OWN PRODUCTION COMPANY BECAUSE NOBODY IN THE INDUSTRY WANTED TO BE STUCK MAKING HIS INCEL, REWRITTEN HISTORY, SADBOI PORN WITH HIS TOXIC ASS.AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!…There are no number of rewatches that will make this not only hilarious but also the most just character assassination in teen drama history.Even the writers thought Dawson was the fucking worst and couldn’t bring themselves to give him a happy ending, and that makes my petty little heart beat like it’s caught sight of Rockstar Lestat in his slutty little leather trousers clinging to his slutty little rockstar waist - jfc, I'm hyperventilating.…I kinda think him and Joey deserved each other, though, because they’re both INSUFFERABLE, and Pacey should’ve run off into the sunset with Jen BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T DIE, and they had way more chemistry, and are both infinitely more awesome, and… he cooks.Jen Lindley deserves gourmet treats sporadically dropped into her mouth by a hot cinnamon roll man who worships the queenly ground she walks like a truck upon.S’just facts.![]()
Bob's Burgers season 15
Okay, so not really a rewatch, more of a catch-up, but it’s still worth noting because there’s a whole episode dedicated to a cheese slice throwing fight and it’s one of the tensest, cinematic things I’ve ever watched.A cheese slice throwing fight.How is BB doing this?!
Rivals
I’m so itchy for season two it’s not even funny, but I realised something whilst watching this and nobody else believes in my vision, so maybe the goblins who read this wittering nonsense will agree (you better agree!):![]()
Rupert Campbell Black…
…Darkness
You see it, right?Alex Hassell even looks like a hot Tim Curry - sorry, milord Darkness.And I could totally get behind this casting if they ever made a Legend remake, which they shouldn’t, ever (for the love of my sanity, Hollywood, leave my precious things alone! - I'm looking at you Labyrinth and Practical Magic) because it’s perfect and no one, not even the lascivious offspring of the thicc devil himself could do a better job than the campest finest, the one and only Timothy James Curry.
The range of this man.
Black Doves
It's official, this is my new Christmas watching tradition. My televisual answer to Die Hard and The Long Kiss Goodnight. The dark humoured archness I need at the most wonderfully stressful time of the year.Because there's nothing quite like watching Keira Knightley and Ben Whishaw poshly kick the shit out bad guys whilst Sarah Lancashire regally lurks in beautifully lit corners.It's my happy place.Especially whenever Whishaw says "Darling" ← the crush I have on this man.
Renegade Nell
...Why exactly did they cancel this?I'm on my fourth? Fifth? Rewatch and, sure, I'm biased because historical fantasy romps are my fuckin' jam, but I just don't get why they would axe something so funny and joyous, with kickass fight scenes, and Louisa Harland charisma-ing all over the place with Frank Dillane dogging her heels as the most delightful c*ntstruck weasel?And it's a Sally Wainwright show for crying out loud! She's the queen of fucked off women kicking the shit out of the patriarchy! You don't cancel her shows. My gods, that's plain ol' heresy.So, I ask again: what cretinous schmuck put the kibosh on this little piece of historically inaccurate but fantastically fun heaven?'Cause I'd like a goddamn word.
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Peperomia Pupper Septuplets:
Is it strange to be really stressed out by this?What the hell am I meant to do with seven of them?!I mean, good job, mother Pep, you're a fecund queen, but god-freaking-damn, I'm not cut out to be a parent of nine.
Anyone want a free plant?
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Reactor articles:
Kpop Demonhunters Understands the Joyous Power of Music by Kali Wallace
The Necessary Sex Scene: Intimacy as Craft in N.K. Jemisin's The Fifth Season by Tiffany Fritz
30 More SFF Titles to Look Forward to in 2025 by Christina Orlando
Taking the "Shoulds" Out of Reading by Molly Templeton
Folk Horror Is Having a Moment – And That Makes Perfect Sense by Ellery Weil
How Do You Solve a Problem Like Romantasy by Jenny Hamilton
The Great Intangibles of Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast Series by Premee Mohamed
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tanyatkah's classic fairy tale-esque animations:
Hi, have you ever seen Tale of Tales?No? Neither have I, but these animations are totally the vibe I think that movie's going to have.
Somebody force me to watch Tale of Tales before I expire. Please? I can't do it myself, the executive dysfunction is too strong and putting on a dvd feels like the choriest chore of all chores that have ever chored and I'm far too millennial for that.
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Veronica Roth's, When Among Crows:
He pinches one of the petals and breaks it away from the flower. It doesn't feel like it's as powerful as it is, but maybe that's just how powerful things are—like the zmory, like Baba Jaga herself, the don't always need to declare themselves.
There are many and varied routes pointed adoringly towards my heart, three of which bear the names: Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tales, and Damn Fine Writing, facets When Among Crows possesses in decadent abundance. So much so I, in some inscrutable way, feel unworthy of its banquet of riches. Who am I, but a lowly creature, to receive such lavish storytelling all in one place with not one but a trifecta of my most beloved?A damn lucky lowly creature, I suppose, who supped raveningly, filled with the kind of wonder truly only experienced as a reader when from the first page opened it’s as though the words peeled sinuously off and wrapped themselves lovingly, familiarly, around your fingers. It’s a kind of magic kinship, an “Oh, there you are” from the void, a spark of innate recognition that doesn't happen with every book you read or even love. It’s a specific form of literary homecoming felt entirely in the inexplicable and ethereal part of human existence, the: “I love this and I can’t explain why, but it feels like it’s always been mine.” An emotion startled from slumber the moment I entered Veronica Roth’s Chicago-based tale of Slavic fairy tale creatures, the Holy Order that hunts them, and the three beings caught betwixt them - any excuse to use “betwixt”.It’s no secret that whenever I come across Slavic storytelling I’m filled with an absurd kind of delight, perhaps due to my natural predilection for fairy tales or maybe because there’s an occult darkness to their verse, a vicious beauty ever present and specific to their mythos I can’t help but feel drawn to. When I say I love fairy tales, what I mean is I love fairy tales, not their watered down, contemporary softness but their Stygian origins filled with gristle and the gnashing of blood-soaked teeth. I love them dark, I love them pitiless, and I can think of few other regions of the world with darker folklore than that of Eurasia - or, at least, that I’ve encountered. From the verdant, humanoid Leshy to the fear-eating Zmora, there’s something of the gloaming to these creatures and the tales they reside in, something "starless and bible black", which is so, so true of When Among Crows, which, at least in my mind, takes place entirely under the cover of night, lit only by street lamps, the neon glow of Chicago storefronts, and radiant witch light. The story is catalysed inside a church, stained glass aglow by votives' flame and the supernatural violence of sacrifice, a bloody violation for greater purpose, and from there plummeting its readers headlong into the creature-inhabited upper and underbelly of Chicago in search of redemption, salvation, and connection, all at the eldritch hands of the infamous Baba Jaga. In such a small amount of time, a mere one hundred and sixty-six pages, Veronica Roth manages to imbue the reader with a sense of place, history, myth, and genuine affection for the three protagonists of the story. But also a rapacious desire to just keep falling, to sink further and further down into whatever crannie of arcane Chicago she loans us the key to. It’s intoxicating and fascinating, and I had to force myself not to read too fast, lest it be over too hurriedly and the post-book mourning settle on my chest like a squatting Zmora, feasting blissfully on my pining misery. When Among Crows is an earthy, anciently baser tale set in the maze-like urbanity of present-day Chicago to be savoured one chapter to the next, it's a book to get lost inside and feel not exactly at peace in its gloom, but increasingly curious of what lurks just out of sight, around the next corner, of what leers back at you from ill-lit shadows. But I wouldn't suggest going alone, if "here be monsters", I would recommend taking Dymitr, Ala, and Niko along as your crepuscular tour guides.It was the easiest thing in the world to fall for this trio of soft-hearted "monsters", to pick away at their emotional scabs and cheer them on through every scrap as they battled their way to the home of Baba Jaga. Stoic Dymitr and his curious fragility, brazen Ala and her agony, and carnal Niko and his enormous heart. They're a queer trinity: the penitent, the hopeless, and the beseeching, trapped together through fate? Circumstance? The machinations of ancient bloodlines? All of the above? Quickstepping their way from one creature-inhabited haunt to the next, following the trail of breadcrumbs to the witch's house at the heart of the forest - or is that the heart of the city? Falling in friendship and alike as they go, casting off aspersions and prejudices with the gentleness of snowflakes, and changing the crusade they've been trapped in for generations enough to maybe, just maybe, escape and start something new.To say my puny mind was blown from word one to its mirrored end is putting it oh so mildly. When Among Crows is the Urban Fantasy, Slavic Fairy Tale, emotional battlefield of my literary-adoring dreams. It's the book I knew I wanted and didn't know was out there, it's the story I couldn't remember and has finally been returned to me, it's the fraction of my molecules that has finally stumbled home, and now that I've finished, now the first half of the story’s over, I'm filled with feelings of awe, satisfaction, hunger, and bittersweet contentment.But that seems fitting somehow, the bittersweetness, for a book such as this. Fairy Tales aren't meant to leave you with a lightness in your step, they're meant to brand an acetous taste on your tongue that's sweet and sharp enough to leave you curious for more.And I am curiosity personified.
Special note: The artwork and jacket design for this duology is obscenely pretty; I want to eat it. If I could employ Eleonor Piteira and Katie Klimowicz to do the cover work for every book, I would. I would, I would, I would.Baba Jaga, I implore thee.
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Devon Short:
Not only do I love this image - which is so gorgeously rendered it makes me furious (in a good way) - and the sentiment behind it, but the colour scheme.Holy fucking shit, the colour scheme!Those greens and reds make me absolutely feral.THIS is how you use these two colours together without invoking the spirit of Old Nicholas.
More:
Yes.
Demure, neurodivergent chonk friend.
Also, yes.
The Birth of Frogus
So yes, I need it on my wall immediately.
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When one has a Crunchyroll subscription, one must PLUNDER:
Ranking of Kings⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
This show should come with a warning for emotional trauma because it is not the adorable baby king show I was led to believe!…Well, that’s not entirely accurate. It is adorable, and Bojji, the aforementioned baby king is the softest little moppet you’re ever going to meet in your goddamn life, and that doesn’t change for the duration of all twenty-three episodes. But Ranking of Kings is not gentle, it is not idyllic and chill, it’s a fucking bloodbath.Think old school monarchical high fantasy where everyone’s a bastard with a malicious plot in their historical pocket and they’re not afraid to use it. Think cut off limbs, and snarling monsters, and king dads who of course suck the big coronal one. Think unexplained magic, unreasonable height differences, trips to the underworld, and training montages set to high tempo tavern jams. Think horrific back stories for every one in the land. Think fucked up family dynamics and the ptsd to go with.Think you'll never see a grown ass man stab a baby boy with a big old sword and think again, motherfucker. THINK. AGAIN.Game of Thrones ain't got nothing on Ranking of Kings, and I might not be okay after watching it.I might, in fact, be a little stressed the fuck out and desperate for more.Give me more baby Bojji and his shadow bestie, Kage, or give me death!
...This show also comes with the side effect of making you dramatic af.
Fanart:
Eva Vilhelmiina
Sang Lam
Almir Gusić
Virapheuille
YURI!!! On Ice⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Okay, I take it back, Yuri isn't a whiney little bitch who needs to get a hold of himself and just deal with the fact he's a hot piece on the ice and an adorable pork cutlet bowl on the streets with a slightly unhinged, most certainly bratty silver fox desperate to get in his knickers who she shares an adoptive, delinquent fairy child with.
He is, in fact, a precious little miaow miaow who I adore with the whole of my figure skating loving heart and I don't know what the hell I was thinking the first time I watched this.Past me apologises to present me, she was an idiotic cur who clearly didn't appreciate sweater boys of the neurotic variety yet.
Ps. They stopped making this show after one series because the creators didn't, and I quote, "feel like it"....I'm all for following the creative vibe, but not when it's YURI!!! Not when you tricked a legion of fans into falling hopelessly in love with two ice twinks and a short king Tinkerbell only to snatch them away because you want just don't wanna!So not cool.We didn't even get the movieeeeee.
Chainsaw Man⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Denji, Denji, Denji, I love you so much, you perverted little dumpster gremlin.This goes for the entire show as well, actually, which is straight up unhinged - my favourite flavour of anime.As can be documented above, I love me a bit of classic anime and a healthy dose of Yaoi, but I turn a smidge feral when the rules are defenestrated via throat punch out the window and the narrative crazy takes over. And nothing quite smacks the normal out of storytelling like a half man, half chainsaw teenager with a stereotypical fixation on boobs and filling his face with any and all available food (including baby birding it - you'll see), who's recruited by a murder-walk hot, pink-haired boss bitch who can explode you with her mind, to hunt down devils in exchange for cashola, grub, and a place to stay with a lovable grump with a life-diminishing sword who I'm deeply attached to, and a fiend (devil-possessed human) named Power who speaks in ye olde English, loves cats, and might be the craziest bitch of them all - I love her so very much.
It's completely demented, bloody as fuck, crude as can be, funny as hell, the fight scenes are butt-clenchingly nom-able (not sure that even makes sense but it totally does), the story's full of infuriating mysteries that I must know the answers to (movie's coming this year, season two? Who the hell knows, but fingers crossed for a date reveal at the end of the movie), the characters have the loosest screws in the history of screws loose and I'm obsessed with them all, and it just, quite frankly, slaps.Nothing more, nothing less, just my perfect anime where I'm laughing the entire time, leaning closer and closer out of my seat when the blood starts letting, and rooting like a maniac for this ragtag group of unstable muppets who all need a goddamn cuddle after the murder-fest's died down.That's all I really want in life.That, and my very own Pochita:
Look at this thing, he's a perfect little angel!
Fanart:
David Tako
Ali
BTW: All the title music from these are in the July Monthlies Playlist because anime shows always start with absolute bangers.I've had KICK BACK in my head for daysssss.
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