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reecethegeek:

can y'all recommend me some low fantasy books? like it’s fantasy but takes place in our world and isn’t too complicated. but not pjo or hp, i already know about those.

I’d actually recommend the Hollows series by Kim Harrison, also called the Rachel Morgan series. Slightly alternative history in which a terrible pandemic in the 60s made it really obvious that not everyone was actually human. Witches (species), vampires, pixies, weres etc. revealed themselves to the world, a vampire was president and everyone learnt to live in something adjacent to harmony. Main character is a witch and Certified Disaster who works as something like a private detective/bounty hunter in Cincinnati. She’s a badass but also a fucking idiot and just an extremely fun character to read.

The world building and deep lore is actually fascinating, if a little iffy on the biology at times. There’s like 14 books and one tasteful sex scene per book because the author was a romance writer first, and you can tell, but it works. It’s not paranormal romance, it’s just urban fantasy, but Rachel sure enjoys eye banging attractive men. There’s like 14 books at this point not including the short stories.

Highly recommend. They’re trashy in just the right way and I found them by picking up a random book in an English language book shop in Quito, third in the series I think. Pure chance in 2008 but I just read the most recent book last week, I’m still enjoying them.

There’s things I can’t say
I feel the need
It’s going to stay
But I’m dying inside
I have no pride
It’s what I can’t hide
Yet no one knows

I go on my way
My normal day
No one sees
No one stays

They walk on past
I’m no big deal
What they don’t see
Is I don’t feel

I’m dead inside
I know I won’t heal

Public opinion says
I’m happy and fine
Public opinion says
I don’t complain or whine
Public opinion says
I can hold my ground
And I won’t fall down

What they don’t see
Are the scars on my wrists
What they don’t see
Are the tears or the fits

They don’t hear
My cries of terror
Or see my self-hatred
Toward my self-error
I guess you can say that
I’m good at hiding it

There’s things I can’t say
I feel the need
It’s going to stay
But I’m dying inside
I have no pride
It’s what I can’t hide
Yet no one knows

Depression and anxiety
Caused by society
There’s nothing left
No where to hide for me

I hide and cry
I wish to die
Suicide is on my mind
But I tell myself I’m not that kind

I’ll lie all night
I’ll tell myself that I’m alright

Why me, oh why is it me!?
Why am I the one to see
That my life is shit and
There’s no escaping the reality

That I’m the one
The failure of the family
The disgrace of the family tree
The different one
And the one not free

There’s not a way
To tell me I’m not this way
I’m not okay
I’m far from it

But hey
One day
I’ll be the way I want to be
So I’m not so afraid

But I’ll tell you now…

There’s things I can say
I feel the need
It’s going to stay
And I’m dying inside
I have no pride
It’s what I can hide
And now you all know

bagel and, crem chese

currently in my Gerry cosplay makeup, with a Gerry centric fanfic open on my phone, 111 open but paused on spotify on my laptop as I look through  #gerard keay here on, ealier tonight I made him and mary in the sims 4. I’m so obsessed rn it’s ridiculous, I’m not even joking. I left the Martin thing that’s been going on for at least a solid like 7 months straight into All I Can Think About Is This Stupid Goth like, two Mondays ago