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Life's not fair, i should be paid for existing and reading books
I can tolerate the discomfort that comes from not being liked by others.
What I cannot tolerate is living out of alignment with my values and staying silent about things I care about just to make sure others like me.
I finished Osora this weekend and let me tell you something... It was ONE OF THE BEST webtoons I have ever read in my life (tho I read more manwha but you know what I mean ๐ โจ)
I liked the plot the art, Arias (we all know he is just hot and how he accepted Osora well it touched my heart).
But also the lil stories that also were going on from the two girls Catalina and Celia (they both have also my heart, like I said I loved this webtoon so much I read it in less than 24h)
There are still three chapters left from s1 (I didn't buy them because I'm lazy sorry) but I saw on tiktok spoilers so ๐ค.
Soo does anyone know any more good webtoon bl? ๐โจ
First Art is from: @dulceskull
The second and third art are from the webtoon itself!
Monday is normally the day I go to my bookstore and these memes just ran freely into my mind as I walk and (most of the times) buy a book or two ๐ โจ
What's your favorite book meme? โจ๐
'You could be my entire world if you let me.'
When I say I loved love, theoretically...
I FREAKING LOVED IT!!! โคโคโค
I read this in 2024 and still till this day it's one of my favorite reads ever. Probably because I related so much to Elsie that I even bought a sweater with the quote that is written in this post (the sweater is beautiful tho).
This art is from: @maherdraws
The sweater (if someone wants to buy it) @literaturestitches
Some extra favorite quotes:
'I like to see you. When you're not trying to be someone else.'
'I want you Elsie. All the time. I think of you. All. The. F**king. Time.'
'There is no universe in which I'm not going to let you go. I want to he with you, on you, every second of the day.'
I really wanna read the legacy of gods series but I'm not sure ๐ซ
I heard the plot is beautiful and when I see fanart from nikobran, I'm almost just downloading their book on my kindle but I don't know if I can start random in the Rina Kent Universe.
anyone tips? ๐
Hello!! My name is Rixalynn!!! I am also currently writing a book, and I am slowly going to be releasing prompts from the book!! Yay!! Here is the first one:
Umm, basically this is for ya books๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค
My simping over interracial relationships.
As a POC who married a white guy, I didn't know I was so into these until I got a little older. It doesn't matter who is what but the moment I see POC x Non-POC, I'm immediately hooked.
Sir Torsten Unger and Olleander! I wanted them to be together so bad, I could taste it. I mean, they were together but like I needed more because I'm an addict.
I just finished Defy the Stars but this has WAY MORE PERSONAL TOUCH TO IT BECAUSEEEEEEEE THE MC is Latina and Abel is a blonde guy. Not to mention our names use the same first letter, lol.
I told my husband about Noemi and Abel and he said: "Are you fetishizing me? I'm husband." It's kinda funny because my husband has autism, so some of the funny things he says kind reminds me of Abel.
So, yes, if you are writing a poc x non-poc in your book. I will read it and project myself on it so hard.
if you were to ask me abt the goddess of witchcraft Circe, i would attribute all my knowledge to Madeline Miller, author of Circe
it's an amazing book and introduced me to her
i will elaborate abt this later bc i NEED to yap
I love how when you first read Catch-22, it can be, well, kind of confusing near the beginning. However, at least in my case, since it was interesting and well written I personally didn't mind.
But slowly, everything sort of ties itself together. It also gets increasingly more and more serious. An obvious example of this would be chapter 39, 'The Eternal City.' But for me, one that really stuck out to me was chapter 32, 'Yo-Yo's Roomies.' It really did a good job of showing how much Yossarian truly missed Orr, no matter how many times Orr pissed off Yossarian.
At the same time, that chapter I also found notably funny in the way it's written. Especially the lines "They reminded him of Donald Duck's nephews," and "They had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed." and I just love how it's them being nice and friendly to Yossarian with overall good intentions xD.
Also rereading this makes things so much more understandable. All the random details mentioned, its even better when you know the context behind those little references, like "It was still more frustrating to try to appeal directly to Major Major, the long and bony sqaudron commander, who looked a little bit like Henry Fonda in distress and went jumping out the window of his office each time Yossarian bullied his way past Sergent Towser to speak to him about it." It's fun reading that actually knowing who Major Major Major Major is and why he does in fact, jump out the window.
I think that's kind of why some people dislike/give up on this book (well part of the reason) because it can seem kind of random the first time through, but for me personally, that was part of the beauty of it the first time I read it. Idk though, I just personally reveled in the beginning chaos.
Matthais being killed essentially by a younger version of himself will never fail to make me sad. Even in SoC, I always had a bit of a soft spot for him. I'm not sure why, but I just...did, I guess? And I was so happy when he made it over his hurdles in SoC. When he finally accepted how much he actually adored Nina.
But mostly, it's him coming to terms with the fact that maybe Grisha aren't all that bad. I absolutely loved his arc of overcoming his own prejudices. I also love how it isn't very rushed. His acceptance didn't feel sudden to me, it made perfect sense when it happened considering everything, at least in my opinion.
I only watched season 1 and a bit of season 2 of Shadow and Bone, so if it's different in the series (which I wouldn't know myself because I don't really remeber the show other than somehow squishsing the Crows in with the main story,) disregard this post.
when I read a romance but the FL has more chemistry with her female best friend rather then the ML(s)
Hello, yes, I'd like to slam the entire 22 Redwall novels by Brian Jacques down onto the counter and then add several picture books, recipe books, and supplemental mini-series.
I would like to look the Internet at large in the eye when I say the following.
These books are an excellent way to see cruel people from their own points of view just as you can see the kind and heroic people's perspectives. It might royally piss you off, even, to realize that you have motivations in common with a scoundrel. That you will have sympathy for the power-hungry murderer. That you might mourn for a monster even as you're so glad the monster is dead.
And you're going to love these characters. You're going to love the camaraderie and the jokes and the squabbling. The coming-of-age stories and the parents seeking to protect their children. You're going to cry so fucking hard at some point, guaranteed, and it's going to feel so cleansing.
Also! Brian Jacques wrote these books with massive feasts and was particularly descriptive about taste. This is because he often volunteered to read to blind kids and became frustrated with how so many books relied on visual descriptions, so he made it a point to focus on a different sense.
I think every single book worm had that series that got them through shitty teenage years. For me that series was Tigers Curse by Colleen Houck. The series quite literly was my source of hope and joy during my early teen years. Was my lifeline. It's definitely YA and a little cringe to read as an adult but it's like a found friend that holds nothing but fond memories๐๐ค.
What was your hard time book series?
Oklahoma is attempting to pass a bill that would ban explicit romance novels. Authors, narrators, and sellers could all face fines of up to $100,000 and up to 10 years in jail for each instance.
If you live in OK, call your representative and tell them this bill should not be allowed to pass.
This is likely a test case. Republicans will try to pass it in OK and if it passes other states will likely try to pass similar laws.
In the meantime, get physical copies of books you like. Download those pdfs. Archive your AO3 stories and keep them on a physical hard drive. (Storing those files in the cloud could be problematic in the future as the company managing the cloud service can see what your files are)
Y'all, It's finally time! I'm on page 159, with 20+ chapters, and I'm here to tell you... The first chapter is edited and ready to be read! Please do bear with me, as this was written probably 2 or 3 years ago, but I hope you enjoy! Now, with no further ado, read on below!
@queen-of-hobgobblers @deadandgaysetanta @redkarmakai
Chapter 1
Florentine
"So, the wounded hero finally dares to stand, eh? I'm almost impressed" the sneer in his words is unmistakable, though my vision seems impaired. My muscles quiver as I rise to face him. Muddy droplets drip from some long-forgotten wound. A sharp, excruciating pain flashes through my leg, centering around my kneecap. I brush it off, because I have to. I have a duty, and what am I if not successful? Who am I if I canโt even protect these people who venerate me? I stand and turn to face my attacker, steel in my heart and fire in my eyes. Their smirk ignites a simmering mix of hatred and envy. Why should they be the one to walk away with their life intact? Why donโt they have to sit and suffer in silence as their other half climbs a ladder so tall that the gods in the sky must crane their heads merely to catch a passing glimpse? Rage pulses behind my eyes, begging for cruel release.
Everything's red. His hand. The ground. The blood red dagger, forsaken long before. The sky. I can't think, canโt hear, canโt see. All that runs in my head is what went wrong. It was fine, we were fine. Everything was good. We were peaceful. Until that day. That horrid day that ripped us apart and set us on our separate, yet morbidly entwined, paths. A voice drones in the background, that one that haunts my dreams and comforts my nightmares. The ground shakes, morphing the landscape. The sky turns black and the trees fluctuate with a wonderlandian determination. The ground twists and tumbles in my eyes, falling away as I attempt to push myself up. My hands scrabble against the softening dirt and I let a grunt escape my lips. His thunderous eyes pierce my heart when his head whips toward me. His mouth moves, but the words donโt register in my ringing ears at first.
I launch myself toward his misty figure. He's waiting, baiting me. I know this. But some things are more important than playing a game. My fist flies past its mark on my first try. A haunting chuckle infuriates me further. I press him, swinging my fists with less accuracy, but I fight harder and harder, I strike and coax more and more and more until he's backed against a wide-trunked oak, trapped between wood and flesh. Blood, beautiful, glorious, shimmering blood, floods down his face as I stand triumphant over theim. Their previous courage dissipates faster than the winds he tries to command. Finally, I hold all the cards. I can be the one to finish a fight, the one to leave them broken, cowering on the ground, weak and worthless in the eyes of the once adoring, now cautious public.
My eyes shut, as a way to preserve this perfect, wonderful scene in my memory. I open them, punching in front where he should be, but the scenery has changed. No longer am I in a mournful wood, surrounded by splintered trees and freshly slaughtered rodents, but rather a village. Run-down huts flood my peripheral, and a young boy looks up at me. He grins, and I stumble back at the mania in his eyes and the blood on his teeth. His golden hair is matted, but his shoes shine with care and polish and his hands have never known a day of work.
"Hey, mister! That was one nice punch you got there! Look, it even made me bleed!" The bloodlust in his eyes is unmistakable, and I collapse to my knees while my younger self drones on about my attack. It was all a dream. Just a dream. Always so close, and yet theyโre always one step further. The town is still decrepit, the villain is still on the loose, and I'm still the one to blame for it all. The one who let him go, let him break me a thousandfold just for a sense of my past life. How?! How could I have been so blind?! Soโฆ
The sound of my voice breaks the trance of misery and I allow tears to flood my face, my all-too-real facial incisions burning. The sobs that wrench from my body surprise even myself with the desperate plea behind it. My screams are swirling and writhing with the pain that only a truly tortured soul can contain. Horrid, deep sobs wrack my body while thorny vines, red as blood, climb up my shuddering form. The pain cuts me to the bone, but I donโt care. It grounds me. No, what I beg for is a floundering force of strength who long since abandoned me. I scream, louder than I ever have, louder than I thought I could. Even when the tears stop flowing, dry, throaty sobs and screams rack my soul and the vines tighten, clasping at my throat. Air. I need air. There's no air. A name, unintelligible, shrieks out of my mouth. I cry for him, want him, need him. I need their kind eyes, the prim distaste they hold for everyone but me. I need his voice, his heart, his love and lust. My lone earring, a silver, triadic swirl, dangles. It shines as if a beacon might, glowing with false promises. The vines know what I want, what I need. They guide my hand, tearing the piece of jewelry down, flinging it, getting lost in the heartbreak of first love, first trust, and first pain. The screams have become comforting. I know them. I know pain, and I welcome it. Grey shadows creep into my sight, and I gladly welcome them, too. They encompass my vision, and I lean into the cold, slate shadows, reminiscent of stones chilled by a frosty winter air.
"USELESS!"
I've reached page 143, so the time to vote is nigh: once I reach 150, do you guys want
So, I officially reached 150 pages... I will post the first chapter, but should I post it completely as is, no beta read, no edits, or should i go in and refine it?
@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai @sherikookami
I've reached page 143, so the time to vote is nigh: once I reach 150, do you guys want
Alright, attempt #2:
We got a three-way tie last time, so I'm hoping this one is gonna gain a bit more traction! So, for the second time: who do you all want to see first?
@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai
Awesome, great to see this! Now that that's settled, who would you want to learn more about first?
@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai
@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers
monster high xโโฐ๐๐โฐโ
How they react when you send a spicy picture ๐ถ๏ธ ๐ฅต
They are all age up in this they are in there 20s!!!
Girl Reader!!/ Not Proof read Sorry if it short I got lazy ๐
Clawdeen wolf
When she first got it she was out with her friends and when she was turned on was an understatement she said she had to got the bathroom and then she said you were in for it tonight get ready for the best night !!
Frankie Stein
When she first got that picture she was over the place will you know what I mean that poor girl she went all Electric she was in her room so she went straight to your room or house and you will have a fun night ๐
Draculaura
Knowing her when she first got the picture she was blushing like crazy she was walking home so she just ended up taking a turn to go to your house she texted you not to move one bit
Random book I read when I was 13
Not me reading Howlโs Moving Castle in two days. Such a wonderful book. I havenโt read like that in
Oh my god probably a decade. Or at least almost a decade. Not counting the five 3,000 word fics i could read in a night lol
Howl is such a pathetic drama queen and Sophie is such a girlboss. Michael is wonderful. Calcifer is Calcifer. I love them all dearly.
Well loved books.
I am in firm belief that books should be well loved. they should be written in, the spine should be cracked, the pages should be folded, things you find during the adventures you take squished between the pages. The more damage done to a book, the more memories and love are in it and there's something so beautiful about a well loved book. it tells a story. it's like a scrapbook of that time in your life whilst you've read it and when you pick it up again after a while of finishing it you can look back at the life you lived while the book traveled with you.
I've started packing my things to put into storage while i'm away at college and I picked up my very well loved copy of Red, White And Royal blue that I read last summer and was flipping through it. it had water damage from me accidently dropping it in my pool and writing in it and different keepsakes from things I did that summer. it has things that I wrote that i never spoke to another living soul, thoughts of love, insecurity that the ink on the pages written by the author reminded me of.
"I don't think I ever thought I would have proper true friends until gr. 12 and now with september almost here and half of my friends going to college it's definitely gone. I hope to feel this truly happy again soon" is messly written on page 201 in pink glitter pen. I wrote that at 18 about the loss of my huge friend group leaving while I stayed and went back to school for another year, needing a missing credit to get into college. I was already feeling like I failed having to go back for another year and losing my friends and reading about Henry, Alex, Nora, and June partying and Alex having that moment of realization of found family made me realise that I most likely won't have that comfort again. Looking back at it now being on the cusp of 20, that friend group was the farthest from friendship, I had just romaticided it. We had moments where it was friendship, in its purest form but overall it turned into something toxic and by the end most of us hated each other and we split into two groups, but the girl who left the scribbled note in the pool water damaged book didn't know that yet. She didn't know what came from that friend group. The friendships that truly blossomed from it, the trips and adventures she'd have with the few friends that made it out of that friend group. She got so, so much closer to her favorite people. She has never been happier then she has now starting the new chapter of her life in a big city, and having the best friends she could ever ask for.
The seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, the well loved book i've brought on my most recent adventures. Lies sand in the crevices of a few pages where I had been reading it on the beach with my friends this summer, the ones that made it out of my Red, White and royal blue adventures.
damaged books are well loved books,
well loved books keep memories,
and well loved books are scrapbooks.
Me writing (i LOVEE writing)
Anyone have any ideas for a name? I cant figure one out rn...