“I Always Thought That Your Eyes Were Like Fertile Land; Perfect To Sow My Hopes And My Dreams. ”

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Three.

When Esther opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a white light that goes out, and then comes back, and goes out, and comes back. Again and again.

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Where Esther dies and the very death tells her: "Not yet, dear", and the rest is confetti. Until it is not.

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*insert Darwin scream from The Amazing World of Gumball*

SYLKI STANS!

If you didn’t know yet, there is a Loki season one novelization, and it is full of the sweetest pro-sylki paragraphs. And yes, it is an official Marvel item!!

book links at the end of the post :)

Mari (user @/maybeloveishate on Twitter) made a thread of the copy of the book in Portuguese, and here are snippets of the book in English (with my favorite parts in pink!)

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On the train:

“She was genuinely very funny. He almost… liked her.”

On Lamentis:

“He couldn’t help but be impressed by the way she fought. She was elegant and gracious, full of skill and strength. If they weren’t in the middle of an apocalypse, maybe he would stop to watch.”

“Even in the end of the world, Loki thought, the things are beautiful. He looked at Sylvie. She was beautiful too. ‘I’m sorry’ he said sincerely. Sylvie’s eyes met his. It was hard to bear seeing the sadness in her.”

“Asteroids continued to fall around Loki, yet he couldn't let go of Sylvie's hand, nor stop looking into her eyes. A cloud of dust and rocks rained toward them. In a matter of seconds, he would swallow them, and he realized he didn't care as much as he thought he would. He had never felt this way before. That somehow all the bad things were worth it if he could just have this one, brilliant, indisputably good thing.”

The TVA arrest:

“Whatever was going to happen, Loki knew that Sylvie would be with him on the other side, and they would live to see another day born. Together.”

Mobius interrogates Loki (he says Sylvie is, and then isn't, dead)

“Something was hurting in his core. Everything was hurting. That was wrong. It couldn't be. He sank into the uncomfortable chair, feeling as if the entire universe had perched on his chest.”

“And at that moment, the world stopped.”

“Loki exhaled. He had never been so relieved before. Was this what it was like to like someone?”

The Void:

“Loki listened to Sylvie's inspiring words and felt them spin in his chest like moving leaves, a feeling of change, of new life. It was spring and sweetness mixed with trepidation. Love really did strange things with your heart.”

Blanket scene:

“Loki looked at her, then. Really looked at her. ‘I care about you’, he wanted to say.”

"He couldn't look at her. But he also couldn't not look at her.”

“Loki couldn't look at her without feeling his face get hot. So he looked down instead, smiling disconcertedly.”

“His face was so close to Sylvie’s, so close that he could smell her hair.”

“He had never spoken so honestly about his feelings with anyone. Was this what true friendship was like? Was this what it was like to love someone?”

“And then Loki’s heart did the inconceivable: it literally beat faster.”

The Kiss:

“She dropped the sword. And then kissed him. Their lips fit, and Loki felt time pause, flowing like honey. How had he lived all this time without feeling this? Now that he knew what it was like to love someone, to really love someone, he would never be the same. Sylvie kissed him, and left him lost in time. Everything stopped. Nothing else mattered.”

After Sylvie killed HWR:

“For a moment Sylvie just stood there, everything went white, like a new page, or a tombstone without an epitaph. she made it. she really made it. she found him, and she killed him. and betrayed Loki for that. her heart felt heavy and she started crying. her legs gave in.”

After the citadel:

“He wanted everything to be good for her. No matter what happened, whether he met Sylvie again or not, he would try his best to make things better. So, maybe... just maybe, they could live together in that better world.”

BOOK LINKS

copy from fishpond (English version, ships free everywhere)

copy from the original Australian site (English version, ships only in Australia)

copy from Amazon Spain

copy from Amazon Mexico

copy from Amazon Brazil

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Ten.

When she was a child and her only companion were the stars, Esther dreamed of what her life would be like. • A little of peace... 'till there isn't anymore.

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I remember I couldn't understood why Luke called Percy and Annabeth an "old married couple" when they were numbering the monsters they found and the days when those happened.

'Till I was having a videocall with my parents (who messy, noisy 12yo married couple who married when I was 7) and they did the same, numbering events with days.

I was like: "oh. "

Felt that I was meddling with something sacred too.

Some thoughts, quotes and just things I had once that I considered are something worth knowing:

Also some of this are scattered on my writings.

When you are a child, the only thing you may have and that never leaves you are dreams. You dream, with reaching the stars, with walking among clouds, with travelling the world. When you grow up, you realize that stars are far away and are way bigger than you. That clouds are just air, and that the world is too big. Those dreams die. And you have to continue.

Sometimes you like loliness not because you truly do, but because when you needed not to be alone, you were, and you had to like it cause there was no choice.

A sword is not a sword without first passing through the blacksmith's hammer. Pain forges you.

"I am nobody, but thats my advantage. I am a blank space that I and only I can fullfil. I may be nobody, but I can make myself anybody. I can be the one that shows them wrong, I can be the one that rattle the world. I can be the one that defies, I can be the one that fights to be better. And just by that, I am someone. Someone that made something, and for that something I may remain. I may be remembered. And considered. And listened. I am nobody, but I can make myself someone. " —Me analizing THE scene (not the possession, the one when Lockwood practically begs Lucy to stay) of Ep 2 "Let go of Me" from Lockwood and Co. It is needed to say It came out at 3:00 am while I was planning to talk to Netflix.

The only dream I ever had (the only dream that I wrote that Esther from my Sandman fanfic has) is that I want to be able to sing "I Lived" by One Republic with all the right of the universe.

If I ever had an encouter with a celebrity I admire, I will not shout, or go crazy, or do something weird. I will just say hello and see what comes after that.

To dream is to defy, and to defy is to dream.

You're not crazy, you just dont manage to be as false as the mayority.

You may be tired, but please, do not give up. One day you'll look back and laugh, realizing that the pain, the tears, the loliness, all those things that made you bleed, had a purpose.

"Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel". Neil Gaiman, you are wrong. Love is described perfectly on the Bible, on 1 Corinthians 13.

Darkness is interesting, yet dangerous. Be aware of that, always.

You are something to treasure. Your mind, your body, your heart. Do not waste yourself.

Hebrews 11:1

Whatever that comes out of that great and dreamer mind of yours is something worth to know.

Laugh, cry, suffer, fly, dream, love, live. And do not dare to regret any of it.

Let me continue: I find a song that really describes what I'm feeling, I find God. I eat the flavour of ice cream I used to eat when I was a child, I find God. I climb a tree and stay there watching the world, I find God.

i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

My heart did weird stuff while watching this scene.

The Little Mermaid (2023) Directed by Rob Marshall

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Two.

She scrapes her knees as she makes it out of the passageway.

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Where Esther lifts the poker a second time.

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It came to my mind that Morpheus is not better than Roderick Burgess.

That man trapped him in a Christmas decoration and took advantage of it by using his tools till the literal end of his days.

I remember that I was so pissed off because of this, cause, c'mon, by the greed of one man, countless people paid.

But then, I saw 1.04, where Nada does her aparition, and for a moment, hated Morpheus.

I hated him. So much.

As a dreamer myself, I felt dissapointed at a way I never thought I could be.

I also realized that Morpheus may be the word "Dream" into a man, but he, himself, is not a dreamer.

And how sad it is. How sad it was for me at least, that growed fond of this character, to see this proud, selfish and unforgiving part of him. To see that he is, by far, worse that the man that trapped him. To see that he represents dreams, but he himself is not a dreamer. I suppose that it is part of the charm of his depressed and pale self, after all.

At least Teleute scold 'im and he went to set Nada free, and made sure that she would live an amazing life.

At least in that last action, Morpheus is better, cause he at least choose to be.

And as a dreamer, that made me proud of him, at the end.

I have the little hope that Bellamy's death is a simulation of Bardo.

Excuse me, I will cry again.