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crouton-knight · 1 year

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25!

25. hey - what are you working on right now?

Technically nothing because I'm on mobile and none of my documents are open, but here's all my WIPs right now anyway, including concepts that I haven't actually started on yet. Feel free to ask about them!

Note that most of this is extremely NSFW and also there's uhhh a Lot.

Original

Milk And Honey - The direct sequel to Knot A Problem; Marzi heads up to Glibberspring Caldera and takes on a quest to convince a honey slime to work with the spa.

Magical Yakuza Girl (working title) - A magical girl's mascot is being held hostage by an organized crime group; she has to balance school life, fighting monsters, territory battles with other magical girls, and the demands of her handlers.

Seto Taisho and the Kitchen War - A young boy gets trapped in a haunted house and drafted into an army of tsukumogami, headed by the titular General Seto. (Not started.)

A Rock And A Hard Place - More of Marzi's adventures; Marzi explores the deeper levels of Glibberspring Caldera and discovers a glittering underground city that really doesn't want him to leave. (Not started)

Lays Of Legend - After "A Rock And A Hard Place", Marzi finds himself back on the surface and headed towards a coastal town. There he meets a legendary party of adventurers, the Vulgar Vagabonds. (Not started but I have all the characters named.)

God Will Understand - Sister Netta, an exorcist with some decidedly unorthodox methods, is contacted by an ancient demon pleading for her help in purifying a mining settlement of his disturbed remains. (Not started.)

Naughty Little Helpers - Knoell, an occultist, challenges the existence and influence of several holiday spirits; some take up the bet.

Harem Counseling - Farmer Gerhardt (same one from Knot A Problem) opens up an inn and becomes the focus of various parties' affections, and all of these new faces are each others' exes. (Not started.)

Homestuck

Matches And Tar - Sollux/Karkat Steampunk AU; Sollux ditches an educational outing when he sees Karkat get in a fight and decides fooling around with this scrappy little bastard is more fun.

Decompression Sickness - Dirk/Dualscar/OC Space Trucker!Dualscar AU; Some cargo thaws out during a sketchy delivery, and Dualscar and Dirk find themselves face to face with a slightly deranged part of Dualscar's past.

Price of an Empire, or, A Mutant MechPilot Gets Fucked Up - Karkat/various Mecha AU, sort of; Alternian pilots are chemically conditioned to hyperfocus on combat and defeating the enemy, which has the unintentional side-effect dulling emotional and physical response to other situations: Karkat can't get aroused unless the danger is real.

Brother Lover ep. 2: I Can't Believe I'm Trying To Seduce My Elder Bro By Crossdressing! - Bro/Dave; A direct sequel to Brother Lover: My Elder Bro Is A Pervert Loser And I Might Be One Too!? where Dave decides yeah he was into that and he's going to order a cheap, shitty seifuku and some panties to try and get in Bro's pants again. (Not started)

I'll Set You Up Against The Stars (ch. 2) - Dave/Rose modern gods AU; Dave gets harassed by the goddess of Light and Rain. Current chapter: Dave wakes up from a coma.

Skaia City: Underground (ch. 4) - superhero AU; Karkat tries to be a superhero, with mixed results. Current chapter: Karkat gets a deeper look at Absinthe's methods and motives.

Starry Defender Zodiac Knight (ch. 1) - Magical girl hentai parody AU; Karkat is chosen to be the champion of the stars, which involves a skimpy outfit, going up like five cup sizes, and defeating various kink monsters with the power of ass. Current chapter: Sassacre Public College is attacked by a an interdimensional tentacle monster.

An Unfortunate Honor: Bearing, Duty, And Other Troubles (ch. 15) - breederstuck AU; The Maelstrom runs out of food and a number of trolls have to produce eggs and get some perks in exchange. Current chapter: Karkat gets jumped in the hallway but one of the perks of the job is someone actually rescues him.

On Monsters Fair And Fearsome (ch. 3) - Dualscar/Karkat fairytale/Beauty And The Beast AU; Karkat flees the burned remnants of his hometown and finds himself in a magical, haunted castle, stalked by a beastly prince. Current chapter: Karkat bargains his curse-breaking abilities for his life.

The Menagerie (ch. 9) - EquiKat and DaveKat vaguely Victorian AU I guess; Equius Zahhak, obsessed with the troll who saved his life several years prior, throws out all propriety to seduce Karkat, now a burlesque dancer working at The Menagerie. Current chapter: Equius tries to apologize for his presumptuous earlier encounter.

space cowboy disaster zone (ch. 9) - DaveJadeKat space western/scavengers AU; A ship crashes during an electrical storm? Not unusual. Karkat and company find a survivor in the wreck? Yeah, that complicates things. Current chapter: Dave and Karkat talk about how they each ended up where they are and what they plan to do next.

Stranger Stars and Suns (ch. 8) - Empirestuck!AU; the Dersite royals are settling into their first few days in the Prospitian capital as slaves. Current chapter: Rose has to take another lesson from Kanaya, and considers how much of herself she can bear to lose.

crucible (ch. 1) - some really dead dove torture porn; On the eve of a new Grand Highblood's anointing, the Mirthful Citadel extends an invitation to any trolls of conscription age who would otherwise be culled on Ascension Day: Entertain the juggalos, and if you survive the party, you walk free. What have you got to lose? (not started)

Danse Macabre (ch. 5) - Dave/Karkat modern gods AU; Dave finds a really weird BDSM club that nobody seems to think is out of place but him. Current chapter: Karkat feeds Dave more fruit, takes his jacket, and fucks him stupid.

Let Me Tell You About Humanity (ch. 13) - idk what to even call this; Karkat just learns he's a xenophile. Current chapter: The Striders fuck Karkat and Eridan at the same time.

raze the sky in engine fire (ch. 14) - Sollux/Karkat more nasty smutfic; Karkat gets thoroughly abused by a variety of people at his workplace. Current chapter: Karkat gets a new job, he and Sollux both get fucked and fucked over. (chapter not started)

we daren't go a-hunting (ch. 4) - Eridan/Feferi/Karkat fae AU; Feferi encounters a changeling being hunted by, presumably, his own kind, and gets herself involved in trying to help him out. Current chapter: Feferi tries to figure out how to open some dialogue between Karkat and Eridan. (chapter not started)

DragonFable

House Rules - Cysero/Warlic pre-canon; Some early incidents while Cysero and Warlic were still getting to know each other and how to live together.

Warp And Weft - Aegis/Vaal/Hero; Vaal attempts to train the hero as a chaosweaver aboard the Unity; Aegis shows the hero some fun applications of Soulsynch, with Vaal's help.

dancers in the garden - Notha/Remthalas pre-canon; Notha brings Remthalas as a date to a party, mostly as a distraction so she can go ham on the buffet table, but they mostly end up hanging out in the garden instead.

[untitled bad end fic] - Notha/Remthool; One of Notha's nightmares during Reawakening was... graphic. And a little prophetic.

Milkteeth - pre-canon; Notha loses a tooth as a child and learns about the tooth fairy. She proclaims it heresy.

And miles to go before I sleep - pre-canon; Mr. Nameless, before he was Mr. Nameless, was a child's guardian against nightmares.

Trust Fall - Notha/Remthalas pre-canon Corrupted Champion!Notha AU; Notha, Champion of the Avatars, hunts down the former Keeper of the Water Orb. The two end up trapped in Apsaydaaun for a week and have to rely on each other to survive.

Doppelganger - Envy|Aspar/Tomix; Set shortly after Lust gets banished and Tomix starts having his doubts. Aspar, unable to understand or express his feelings towards him, gets under Tomix's skin- literally.

[untitled sex tape fic] - Cysero/Warlic; Cysero convinces Warlic to dress up in some tarted-up Infernal regalia and "abdicate the throne" for his dick.

[untitled mushRem fic] - Notha/MushRem; Notha explores the remnants of the Northlands rift and encounters a fungal simulacrum of Remthalas. She cannot kill him in any way that matters.

[untitled phantom pregnancy fic] - Notha/Remthalas body horror; After the events of Butterfly Paradox, Rem starts showing signs of pregnancy; physically, it's just hormonal imbalance, and Notha reassures him of such. But in dreams...

The Late Night Adventurers' Guild - The Oldest Profession is alive and well on Lore. Some late night adventurers talk about their experiences and the tricks and tools of the trade. (Names changed or omitted for privacy, of course.)

[untitled jail smut fic] - Kara/Akanthus; Set around the time Kara is in Espina Rosa. Turns out Kara kept her secrets so well because she treated the whole situation as high-stakes bedroom roleplay.

[untitled pirate!Voyna fic] - Voyna Lives AU; Rather than rot in her cave now that she doesn't really have a reason to be there, Voyna signs up for a pirate crew.

It's Okay If It's You - Notha/Remthalas - These two have some severe control issues but come to an understanding of when and how to get their kinks fulfilled at the same time.

Devilfish (ch. 2) - pre-canon; Headcanon backstory for Remthalas. Current chapter: The abyssal elves of Ogenos are suffering a bizarre and terrifying sleeping plague.

As the rain comes home to the sea (ch. 4) - Notha/Remthalas, The Shape of Water-inspired AU; Notha Ly'Vhil joins a research team exploring an underwater city, and meets the last living remnant of its people. Current chapter: Notha checks out the city itself, and then tries to ask Remthalas about it.

let it be different (let it be enough) (ch. 2) - Tomix comes back to life in a Lore very different from when he first left it. Current chapter: The hero and Aegis bring Tomix to Falconreach.

Madoka Magica

Catch Up - Tales From Kazamuki; Midori Tachibana goes around town and reminisces about a dead friend.

Arrhythmia (ch. 3) - Madoka/Homura (sort of) vampire AU; Akemi Homura, a sickly transfer student, develops a crush and obsession centered on Kaname Madoka, a recently-turned vampire. Current chapter: Homura starts getting suspicious about Madoka's friendship with Sayaka.

#my writing #fanfic #original writing #fanfiction #original fiction #dragonfable #homestuck #madoka magica #my ocs #asks #mismagireve #writing asks

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nicestpamkale · 2 years

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Happy WBW.

Are there certain types of tech/specific devices which are restricted to only be used by certain groups in your world? If so, what type of tech and why is it restricted to those particular groups?

There are several difference crystalline/glass devices and decor that only certain people are allowed to make use of! This is because glass sand is incredibly rare and crystals are often used as a method for spending and daving large amounts of currency (i.e. a garnet is 500 gold).

The most important cultural example, however, is that only bishops from the Church of Mudia may commission stained glass. The wood elf society is very very secretive about the methods and art of creating it and they refuse to share it outside of eachother. It's also considered disrespectful to the flora goddess Cytronsyra to have authentic stained glass in a building that isn't a place of worship or the homes of the bishops. Mind you, many places have mastered the art of painting glass, and that's okay, but it cannot be stained.

In the high elf kingdom of Storland, there's a certain device that the elves have created while growing crystals in a lab. They control the growth structure so that it projects a map when affixed to a light enchantment. This is very fresh technology and it's very fragile, so only college professors and the alchemists themselves are allowed to use them. They're also working on perhaps inking them with books but that's a bit far away still. (And potentially a larger waste of space and resources than books and scrolls anyways, but if progressed might last longer than paper.)

As far as glass/crystals go, of course I can't not mention crystal balls. Crystal balls are excessively rare- both glass and crystal forms- and while not 'only allowed amongst these people' very few people have the ability and resources to make them. There's only about 8 in the entirety of the three main continents. Four of which are in the capital of the human country of Runia.

So, in my world at present, glass and crystals are the most recent- and restricted- technology.

#worldbuilding #wbw #ocs #bigsispam #nicestwriting #world: legends of runia #writeblr

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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Fear - Trailer

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There's a theory if he gets put over there it would light him up and the max would use it to tear him down I'm talking about Tommy f you think it's valid but Tommy F doesn't seem to care and he planned to do this so it's another problem person like Trump and he's fallen before he's done well before he's done Trump actually had something and they're terrible people they're ruined himself we cannot count on them to do it right at all and they're going the wrong way and really there is some commonality no they're just nuts okay they're ruining themselves he said Tommy F you fell you're at Wentworth helping you did a really good job got me through it when you I couldn't get through it it was tough several people fell down Hera had to leave a couple times and it was really harsh and drinking was too much and people are pushed down Brian was pushed down all the way and got through it and did work and you were there and then a series of events happened and falling down became a joy for people and that's what her son says that last part and it is not a joy you're falling down on him we can't afford this hospital s*** it happens Stan was running the bechtle thing and somebody wants him to repeat it and you guys fell down and I'll tell you what there are reasons for it but that if we can't operate with people not in the hospital we're tuned the hospital is not a good place and I'm ready to stop I don't want this hospital stuff ever again I'm running it up now he doesn't want to keep going in there okay it's a prison and I'm writing it up as it what it is and they threaten horrible things

Thor Freya

I got not seen Elizabeth by threatening saying there's a bomb down below and it won't reach up where I am and I came from a Colonel's business and Bob was told on the way out and he said good I said how's it armed it's a long time ago it shakes too much it blows and he said good so we said it too he says and they let him out and that's how he's been getting out and people are saying it too he's forcing his way out and I am an agreeance because that's what I that's what I do I want to stay out of that dumb hospital and get poisoned them for sick still and I want to sue them I want to sue them for real these companies have to go down and they're real big and I can't see them directly

Zues Hera

We're going to bring a lawsuit against them all for real of the hospitals believe it or not it's different people and it's a mixed bag and it's like he says these guys are in and out of there too it's a junkie they're jerks and it's another group that messes with people

Bitol and Goddess Wife

It's actually true but they want him in there to study him and his blood and all sorts of stuff they have no right to and it's competition

Mac Daddy

We have the DNA and stuff and scans and his skeleton is like Dave she's going to be huge we're going to beat the s*** out of these hospital freaks

Ladies

Olympus

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life-and-love-in-a-myst · 4 months

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Was re-reading the scene where Kez reveals her plan to the team regarding a party to celebrate Hotch's birthday. Just had to change the text a bit so that it looked like a group chat.

On the flight back to Quantico, Rossi had invited them to his place for a Halloween/Day of the Dead get-together that evening. Partners and children were welcome as well.

Kez’ phone buzzed. It was Penelope, who had set up a group chat that did not include Aaron for obvious reasons.

📲 Tech Goddess🖥️ | Operation Hotch Surprise Birthday Party is a GO!

📲 Chocolate Thunder💪 | What?! So this is your big secret, cupcake 👉Sweet Pea🌸

A flurry of 🫢 followed. Then there was a few 🤣 at Derek’s response.

📱Sweet Pea🌸 | Yeah, surprise birthday party for the boss man.

📲 Dr 187🤓 | Does not surprise me that it is you Kez that’s doing this.

📱Sweet Pea🌸 | Kiddos are allowed to come in Halloween costumes. Optional ‘fancy’ dress for adults.

📱Sweet Pea🌸 | Thanks Dr 187🤓

Rossi had said that he was finally glad that there was someone brave enough to organise a birthday party for Aaron. Penelope explained that the guests were to bring a photo of a dead loved one and an object that reminded them of that person. Everyone in the group had been instructed to bring a gift for Aaron’s birthday.

📱Sweet Pea🌸 | Aaron will be the last to arrive at the party, so you should have plenty of time to stash the gifts out of sight when he arrives.

📲 Brother Hotchner🏍️ | Food is all sorted. Thanks for helping Papa Rossi🥃

📲Papa Rossi🥃 | Nothing better than a good pasta dish made by an Italian.

Dave was glad to deal with the pasta dishes and the adult beverages. JJ and Penelope were handling the decorations and child-friendly drinks.

#happy birthday aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #bau family

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noisessobbingdistant · 2 years

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Metal Mania #8 — Page 38

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[The whole page is a list of upcoming gigs, arranged in a chart. To make the transcription more understandable, periods have been added to split the bands listed on the bill]

27th August Friday from 2.00 p.m. to 11.30 p.m

BUDGIE . TRUST . PRAYING MANTIS . TANK . BARON ROJO . STAMPEDE . OVERKILL . THE ANGELS AGAINST THE GRAIN . Special Guest RANDY CALIFORNIA

28th August Saturday from noon to 11.30 p.m

IRON MAIDEN . GARY MOORE . TYGERS OF PAN TANG . BERNIE TORME . GRAND PRIX . ROCK GODDESS . ORE . From Australia CHEETAH From JAPAN BOW WOW . Special Guest BLACKFOOT

29th August Sunday from noon to 11.30 p.m

MICHAEL SCHENKER GROUP . DAVE EDMUNDS . BERNIE MARSDEN’S S.O.S. . WILKO JOHNSON . MARILLION . JACKIE LYNTON . SPIDER . CHINATOWN . TERRAPLANE . Special Guest Y&T . From New York TWISTED SISTER

Dj’s for the weekend

JERRY FLOYD

MIKE QUINN

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TRAVEL: Less than 40 miles West of London. 30 minutes by train from Paddinton. Late trains. Main station 10 mins walk.

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* SPECIAL WEEKEND TICKETS *

IN ADVANCE ONLY

BOOKING FEE PAYABLE AT AGENTS

£15.50

NO BOTTLES OR CANS IN ARENA

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ADMISSIONS AT GROUNDS

(if available)

Friday £6.50

Saturday £8.50

Sunday £8.50

Car Parking, Camping Extra

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To: NJF/READING FESTIVAL

P.O. BOX 4SQ, LONDON W1A 4SQ.

NAME ……….……….……….…………….

ADDRESS ……….……….……….………….……….……….……….……….………….……….……….……….……….………….

[“No. of tickets at £15.50” is written inside a rectangle with a smaller box next to it with room to write in a number]

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An NJF MARQUEE PRESENTATION

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#metal mania 8

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americanahighways · 2 years

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REVIEW: Dave Goddess “Back in Business”

REVIEW: Dave Goddess “Back in Business” @DGoddessGroup @deviouspdv #JohnApice #backinbusiness #newmusic2022 #americanamusic #blues #buymusic

Dave Goddess Group – Back In Business This 11-cut is a well-recorded & satisfying production. The music sounds like where Memphis artist Rob Jungklas left off with his 1986 hits “Make It Mean Something” & “Boys Town.” Lead singer Dave Goddess (guitars) performs exceptionally well & has that special vocal tone, intonation & phrasing. Dave has clear skies ahead for his showcase. Subject-wise, he…

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radiomax · 11 months

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Monday, July 10, 2023 5pm ET: The Balcony Show with Thatcher, Sommer, Mad Cat, Roi & Gallucci Featuring Dave Goddes Group

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#Ann Thatcher #Balcony Show #Bo Sommer #Dave Goddess Group #Donna Gallucci #Mad Cat #Mike Roi

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bluestownmusic · 2 years

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New Release: Dave Goddess Group - Back in Business

Dave Goddess Group – Back in Business Dave Goddess Group – Back in Business Format: CD Label: Independent Release: 2022 Release date: June 24, 2022 An artist that holds to a singular belief, Goddess, makes real music that expresses passion and truth. It doesn’t have to be lofty; it just has to be genuine. “Making music is a voluntary act. Nobody’s put a gun to my head and said, ‘write that…

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peejsocks · 2 years

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Hi, I hope you’re doing well!! ☺️ Can I please request a really smutty Knoxville x Reader where maybe she is relentlessly getting hit on by some creep and as it begins to escalate physically Johnny saves the day (I’m a sucker for protective johnny 😮‍💨)? Thank you so much, I absolutely love your writing!! 💖

a/n: anon ur a sweetiepie for letting me turn this into a silver-fox johnny one-shot. hope you enjoy this mwah <3

disclaimers/tags: nsfw. i think it's the closest i've ever gotten to porn without plot. there's some possibly triggering moments in this regarding violence and men being inappropriate, so please beware of that <3

Bartending is not a girl's ultimate dream job. Maybe owning and running a bar, but being the miserable server in a tight uniform working Saturday nights and getting harrassed by numerous weirdos couldn't be anyone's fantasy. It's a fucking groundhog day situation, the same weekend night for you all over again.

It's not all bad. There are cool patrons, like family men who talk about how much they love their wives and "kids grow up so fast, don't they?". They give you a little hope, the few that do exist and come around. Or girl groups enjoying their early to mid twenties and throwing money away on overpriced alcohol under the excuse of "living the now", giving you real FOMO.

You cannot forget the Jackass guys. A moderate knowledge of their achievements, especially with the new movie coming out after a decade of focusing on other projects. They were big in your adolescence but now you can barely remember all of their names, looking it up whenever they show up to drink. They're a lot calmer than their stories would have you expecting.

Your workplace was no hotspot for socialites, though. The MTV thrill-seekers were probably the highest level of notoriety that ever entered this place. It was a point of attraction, Johnny Knoxville had explained to you. The old-timey Jukebox with options mixing from Sinatra to The Weeknd and did not match the aesthetic at all was fun too, he said.

You'd never tell them, but they were the only reason you started to look forward to working on weekends.

Okay, it's less of a "them" and more of a "him".

Your friends could make fun of you all they wanted, but older guys just pulled your strings exactly the right way.

But you're not stupid. You're very knowledgeable actually, aware of two things. One, Johnny was attractive and only getting better with age. Two, he was a flirt, not to be taken seriously.

It's really hard not to fold and draw hearts with your initials on a soaked napkin when he comes in, the first to greet you everytime, and calls you his "favorite shot-goddess in all of California", but you're proud of your resilience.

Tonight is more of the same, as you see the silver-haired man walk in accompanied by his uncoordinately dressed posse.

Steve-O, the only other one you could get the name right on a first try, walks up to the bar to start Dave's tab for him with a Whiskey shot, adding that "You better make it a double and not charge for it, Knoxville made us walk all the way from the other side of town just to see you. Play nice."

Humming in agreeance, it's difficult to know whether to focus on the sentence or Dave's eyelid failing to make it all the way shut, ruining his trashed attempt at winking.

Expertly serving the group's drinks, you notice the topic of your conversation seemed uncharacteriscally quiet and maybe blushing under his sunglasses, a tight-lipped smile gracing his tired face.

"Make that a round, pretty lady." The long-haired one says, coming closer to slap your favorite client on the back of the neck. "We're all very tired from the journey here. Worth it though, you look finger-licking good in that new shirt. Is your boss making you wear smaller numbers?"

"Alright, that's enough." Johnny intervenes but you're laughing, so easy to please when it comes to silly boys. "We'll be at our usual table, sweetheart. Do bring those shots and a first round of beer with you, please."

He opens his wallet and sets down enough to cover the initial order and a hefty tip. There's no time to say thanks as he's already walking to the back of the structure, trying to trip his friends on the way. You roll your eyes, amused.

In between happily serving the rowdy crew, there was a particular nuisance hovering near.

Sam was a regular, a liked one at that. Normal guy, usually came around with his group of engineering school classmates, nothing special about him. Except for the fact that he fucking sucked. He had confessed his undying boner for you many times.

When you brought it up to your manager and the other servants who rotated work with you, no one really cared, seeing that they thought he was harmless and at most obnoxious. Not an 80's film date-rapist nor a modern day "nice guy", it was hard to explain that he simply made you uncomfortable and that should be enough to call him out on his inappropriate advances.

The whole thing is tiring, so you just tough it out. But he's really testing you tonight.

When you start walking with your tray full of Budweisers for the MTV darlings, Sam gets up from his table and strides along with you. On the way, he's whispering obscene comments about your physical appearance and disgusting acts he would like to do to you.

Right before the table but still out of earshot, you stop and turn to the much bigger and muscular man, repeating for the millionth time that you weren't interested and you'd prefer to be his friend. Everyone else seemed to enjoy that transaction, you didn't wanna miss out. Too sarcastic, you keep that part out of your heartfelt speech.

Something must have happened away from your line of sight, maybe somebody looked at him funny, because next thing you know you're being pushed from the back with enough force to tip the tray you were holding. Glass flies everywhere and your sternum scrapes the edge of the table as you nearly fall to your knees, disaster avoided by Johnny's arms rescueing your body.

"What the fuck?" You can hear Chris, the same one who had pointed out your small uniform, speak up. Fuck, you're too disoriented to separate a brawl right now.

"Are you okay?" Johnny asks, helping you up.

"Yeah, sorry." You don't know why you're apologizing.

Maybe it's a good thing you're avoiding everyone's stare since it means you barely register the angry look in your acquaintance's eyes before he moves you out of the way and pushes Sam back. The younger boy stumbles and knocks over a chair.

"Just get out." God, you do not want a fight, or cops, or ambulances. Sam’s hands wrap around a leg of the wooden seat that had fallen and you plead to Johnny, but it falls on deaf ears.

"Is it you? Is you the reason why she won't talk to me? You don't know what you're getting yourself into, pal." Yeah, Sam is beyond wasted. Doesn't excuse his behavior. "I saw the way you looked at me when I was talking in her ear. You can dislike it, but she loved it." The only reason vomit doesn't come up is because Johnny's fist connecting to the aggravated man’s jaw paralyzes you.

Creep goes down like a wet tissue paper. You can't say it's not extremely satisfying to watch.

Sam's group of friends come around to check on him, and the man seems fine enough to be taken outside and driven to a hospital by them, no longer your problem.

Walking up to his classmates to politely say sorry for the scuffle and give them the address to the closest emergency room, you're surprised by requests to not ban the group from the bar as long as they never brought Sam back around. Weird prioritites, but you nod and give them the address anyway, making it clear that he really should be checked out.

Stepping back to the boys' table, you're shocked again by all of them asking if you were okay and if they could clean the mess for you. Never one to inconvenience anybody, you shrug them off and insist you prefer to do it yourself, but thanks.

In the back, you have to take a minute to breathe and stop tears from coming out. Being pushed and hurt like that was common in your early childhood, so it doesn't throw you off, it's the loud noises that make your skin crawl. Silly. Everytime someone drunkenly dropped something made of metal or glass, your body would recoil. It reminds you of fighting, and confrontation was never something you got a handle of, having learned early on to just stay out of it if you could or take it quietly if you had no choice. Sometimes trauma doesn't leave you.

Kneeling to gather the bigger shards with a rag you fetched, you only notice your hands are shaking because the tall southern boy bends down and holds them. That's also when you see dry blood on his knuckles.

"Oh, Johnny-"

"Sweetheart, let me-"

You both speak at the same time, and laugh.

"Why don't you help me clean the glass and I'll help you clean the blood?" Your eyes look up to him from your position on the floor.

"Great deal." His accent floods your ears discreetly, but you notice and it makes your heart beat faster. Blushing with his attention fully on you, fingers still touching.

Of course you don't actually let him help, quickly picking up all the glass and throwing the rag in a bucket, making a mental note to come back with a broom for the smaller pieces. Heading to the supply closet again, you ask the man complaining you didn't allow him to be useful to follow you.

You roll the bucket into the small space. "Oh, actually, the first aid kid is in my boss' office, sorry."

"You should stop apoligizing so much." You bump into him when stepping back from the closet. "I mean, it's cute and your voice is lovely, but there's no reason to be so skittish."

You blush again. "Old habit."

Letting the awkward silence linger too long, you motion to the stairs in the back that lead to the aforementioned office.

Somebody left the AC on. You turn it off, cold enough as it is.

"Alright, get comfortable. I've never stiched anybody before but it can't be too hard, right?" Casually said whilst looking for the white and red plastic case in the drawers.

"Stiches?" He sounds scared. "Honey, it's all minor cuts. I'm not drunk enough to let you needlessly stich a single soul tonight."

"I'm joking." Looking back, you genuinely chuckle at his flustered face. Who knew Johnny Knoxville, notorious flirt, could be so easy to fuck with one-on-one. You might push on that and see where it goes. Now or never, right?

The office is more of a fancy meeting room, Johnny sitting at the edge of a long rectangle white marble table with black cushioned chairs. It might not be a hotspot, but it is a nice L.A bar with big investors. The room would look nicer if it wasn't stuffed with boxes full of alcohol bottles.

Lenghty arms are rummaging through one of those piles when you pull a chair to sit across from the man.

"You gotta pay for those." His eyes are still covered by RayBans but you can tell he's looking at you intently, thinking of a comeback.

"Can't you gift a Jack Daniels to your hero?" A simple glare at him that means an unquestionable 'no'. You really couldn't, there's inventory to keep track of. He clicks his tongue, and for the first time in your life the ordinary noise makes your core pulse. He's not doing anything but existing in front of you and it's enough to make you squeamish in your chair. Dangerous, powerful man. "Guess I'll have to think of somethin' else."

"Playing nurse isn't enough?" You don't look at him, busy with the cotton balls and peroxyde bottle.

"If you had the outfit on, maybe." That's one way to make your eyes shoot up. And you might be shy but it gets a smirk out of you. "Plus, any of my buddies down there could do that. We've got years of experience, doll. Old mutts."

"Between you and me, I can't resist old dogs." Anyone else on the receiving end and that kind of line would've been followed by a cynical laugh from you, grossed out from the implications, but not good old Johnny Knoxville. You could recite 70's porno lines for him and it'd be the sexiest experience of your life.

Alright, you're getting carried away.

Ready to move past the ridiculous comment, to your suprise, he laughs. Loud and familiar, like watching it on TV, body moving away as you tried to reach for his bruised hand.

"I love a participative audience, but would you please be still so I can clean you up?" He's smiling wide, focused on you again.

"You're funny. Didn't think you could get more perfect." You pull on his arm, slightly impatient. It's pissing you off how easy he's making this.

There's a lot you could answer to that, instead deciding silence would be more innovative. Also hard to keep up and not puke with anticipation from this little game.

While cleaning his hands, you work on your breathing. Determined to calm down, you refuse to be disappointed when he doesn't follow up on his implied interest and returns to his table ready to leave, seeing that the 'vibes' had been pretty tarnished.

All it took was one longer interaction for that resilience you were so proud of to wash away. Pathetic.

"All done." You pat his hand comically, as if you had done an arduous job. "I know this is the worst thing you've ever gone through but you'll survive, you have my word."

"That sarcams means you know who I am, right?" You move to stand up but Johnny leans back on his chair, Ramones T-shirt rising up and it takes everything in you to not allow your eyes to trail down.

"Don't." You laugh, stubbornly not ready to concede. Honestly, you just don't wanna get too high on it. "Don't look at me like I'm some groupie, or I'll have to crush your dreams. And that would really break my heart."

He was a sex symbol for your teenage years, but you're not divulging that.

Trying to move again, the older man's hands on your thighs stop you. Immediately, your skin grows hotter. God, you're so weak.

"Thank you. For the bandaging." You laugh on his face accidentally, but try your best to compose yourself.

Turning this into a serious conversation for a second, you thank him too. "For what you did. Violence isn't always the answer but it sure fixed my problem. Sam is definitely not coming back." He stays in place, so you continue, a lighter smile now adorning your lips. "And for distracting me from the whole panic-inducing aftermath. Sure to be having a meltdown if you weren't here, so."

Back to being shy, you're looking down when slender fingers ghost past your jaw, lifting your head up and settling there . "You're welcome." It's just a light peck.

Your breathing nearly stops and you don't move at all. "Absolutely no one should go through that, but especially you. Not when I'm around to do something about it."

His hand moves from your chin to grab a handful of your hair and you almost fail to hold back a whimper. He continues, "When I saw that he was bothering you, I couldn't help but stare, and I feel like I caused something. I'm sorry about that."

Your voice is quiet, hopeful that he can hear you. "Don't be ridiculous, it's not your fault. He's a fucking psycho." Finding some confidence, you squeeze his other hand still on your thigh.

"I know I have no right to be protective over you, but I just-" His hand massages your scalp when he's thinking of what to say, and you close your eyes in satisfaction. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't look out for my favorite shot girl?" His raspy voice couldn't possibly go any lower and it's the best frequency you've ever heard.

"Surely not the man I consider my favorite patron anymore." Opening your eyes again, he's so close you can see brown irises dart up after the confession. "Although, I'm more than a sh-"

You're never finishing that sentece, because Johnny's pulling you into a ferocious kiss and you might forget how to speak. It's kind of all over the place, but you like it.

He must be more nervous than you thought, because he separates you two to speak nonsense. "Sorry, not a shot girl, right? Kind of an old-fashioned term. Shouldn't be a thing anymore."

His hand is still in your hair as you shake your head, as if to say 'no, it shouldn't' before leaning back in. He moves to speak again, so to - and you can't believe this is happening - ease his nerves, you whisper his name and slide a hand up his leg. Can't make yourself more clear than that.

"Shit." Victorious, you're rewarded with Johnny Knoxville pulling forcefully at your locks, making your head lean backwards as he connects your lips again and his tongue goes deeper down your throat.

You can't tell if he's legitimately good at this or if you're just really horny.

Breaking off, out of breath and adjusting the sunglasses on his nose, he asks, "Can we keep going?"

"Yes, but I don't have a condom. Do you?" Not beating around the bush. Crazy what heightened tensions will do to someone's usually reserved nature.

"That wasn't my main focus this time." The implication of there being a next time distracts you from what could be his objective. "Does this chair recline?"

You think…ah, there it is, the lever thing. The backrest of the seat goes back a little and Johnny is pulling on your hips, sliding you down. Oh. That's his intention.

No complaints, obviously.

The tall figure kneels on the floor in front of you and starts untying your Vans. You interrupt. "I know it doesn't make sense and it's chilly in here," He looks up but continues to remove your shoes. "But could you take your shirt off? Please?"

He laughs. "You're adorable."

Ugh, you'll show him adorable. Not now, though, because he's sitting back on his heels to remove his shirt and the unbelievable abs you see are quite honestly breathtaking. Sitting up to kiss him, almost in a trance, your hands feel up the defined muscles on his stomach and he hisses at your cold fingers.

He doesn't give you much this time, quickly pushing you back down on the seat and unbuttoning your black denim shorts. When you were the only one working it was reasonable to brake dress code.

Wait, fuck, there's no one tending to the bar.

Erratically sitting up again, you tell Johnny your problem and he quickly finds a solution, taking his phone out of the back pocket of his blue Dickies. "I'll text the guys to improvise, they'll serve for as long as we're here. They won't mind, full divas basking in the attention, it'll be fun. Any activity is good to exercise those aging braincells."

"Really, what are you gonna text them?" Your cynicism showing at last. "'Be right back, eating some box, improvise'?"

Again, he releases that signature laugh and the fact that you're getting to his funny bone makes you more wet. "Something like that. Look, it'll be, what, fifteen minutes at most?" Wow, that's a big promise. "No one will know. Plus, you shouldn't even be working after what happened."

That's a good point. Seeing your frown dissipate, Johnny continues, "C'mon, relax, sweetheart." The nickname makes you feel weirdly safe, ignoring for now that he must've used that many times before on many different girls. Another slow kiss, he tastes of bubble bum and beer. Your hands close on the nape of his neck, feeling his thin hair.

Doing as he said and relaxing, you lay once again on the chair. Hips thrusting up so the older man's fingers can pull your shorts down.

Before he can separate your legs further, you call to him. "Johnny?" Using his first name definitely feels too intimate but you stick your chin out either way. He looks at you. "The sunglasses too?"

He hesitates, fingers drumming on your knees. "Since you asked so nicely. Pretty lady, you'll be the death of me."

You giggle at the exaggeration. When the sunglasses come off, being abandoned on the table, you notice some puffiness under the man's eyes. Probably the reason why he kept the RayBans on all of the time. Not unfamiliar with insecurity, you lean down, smiling, and kiss his cheekbone. Then his cheek. And finally catch his lips. You don't want to invade his space too much, preferring to let the gesture speak in place of words. Saying, 'I don't mind, go on'.

He pecks you back first, arms reaching around your back to gently set you down one last time.

You take your shirt off for him, mostly because it smelled of spilled alcohol and you had a matching lace set on underneath. You liked to dress up occasionally, and it paid off well.

Teeth grazing the skin around both of your breasts, he's really intent on eating you out because he doesn't even bother to take your bra off, continuing down your stomach and stopping when he gets to your panties.

Waiting for a look of approval, Johnny hooks his fingers around the thin waistband of your lacey thong - really paid off well - and pulls it down as soon as you nod to him.

"You smell so good, sweetheart." Bless your body lotion.

His god-awfully-makes-you-want-to-bite-it cute nose pokes up your thigh while lips plant kisses all over it, hands around your ankles lifting your legs just enough to give him more space. Finally getting to the real sensitive part, he becomes less gentle, thankfully.

Johnny starts with teasingly sucking on your clit, and you bite your tongue. Soon, he puts your legs over his shoulder, a warning about how committed he really is.

When one of his hands comes back to grab at your tits, the other holding you down on the seat, his tongue darts inside of you. It's quick, but you feel it shock your entire body. Then he licks your folds, before darting it back in again.

The feeling is so good and promising you really think you might be hallucinating.

Johnny then gets in a routine. Sucking your clit, tongue going in and out, and finally licking off your dripping juices. Over and over.

You curse but it barely comes out, a dirty moan replacing your even dirtier words. "I could do this all day, doll, you taste better than anything I've ever had before."

That's said basically inside of you, and it drives you so mad you end up grabbing his silver hair and pushing his face even closer to your cunt, if it could be. He actually, unbelievably, moans at that. You had never met a man so pleased to eat pussy before.

"Johnny, I don't think we're gonna need fifteen minutes if you keep going like that." Strangled out between uneven breaths and hard-swallows. He looks up and you realize you shouldn't have said that.

He slows down, less like eating, more like savoring. It nearly feels better, especially because he's doing it all whilst looking straight into your eyes. You probably look the least attractive you've ever been, hair splayed everywhere, lips parted, eyes squinting.

The older man stops completely and you come close to berating him for it, forgetting you really don't have the intimacy to do that. It's fine, though, because he's coming up to kiss you.

Some people got off on it, you never really cared. Tasting yourself on Johnny Knoxville's tongue was a new rush you couldn't describe. That same hot famous guy who was the face of MTV, and of your dreams, for so long.

While he's dedicatedly making out with you, big hands holding your face, your back arches. That's you begging him to unclasp your bra.

Clever man, he stops kissing you and looks down at your chest, glancing back up just to laugh at you. Asshole.

Obedient, he does as you asked. Calloused fingers pulling the red fabric down slowly, Johnny's eyes glued to the movement of it falling to the floor and uncovering your boobs.

No time is waisted before his lips are envelop your nipple. That's when you actually moan his name, and it doesn't sound so inadequate anymore.

The pleasurable sensation on your chest and his raspy voice spewing praises keep your mind foggy. So much so that you don't see it coming when his fingers slide into you.

"Fuck, Knoxville. Jesus." It's positive, but it prompts him to ask if you're okay. "Just, don't stop, please."

The hottest fifty year old you've ever met proceeds to kiss and bite your neck, one hand simultaneously squeezing your breast, fingers working you in a perfect rythm.

Your hips begin to essentially ride his fingers, nails scratching his back so deep it'll probably still sting in the morning, when you gasp that you're close.

"Please, darling, let go." Johnny kisses your jaw. "I'm beggin', let me hear you."

Just a few more movements from his index and middle finger, while his thumb stays circling your clit, and you orgasm. Johnny's lips are lightly touching yours when you moan the loudest you've ever allowed yourself, hoping he was the only one that could hear.

As you're coming down from it, arms lazily wrapped around his neck, he kisses you again. Slow, steady and deep.

Absolutely no part of it was bad.

Breaking off the kiss, he looks down at your body, chest still moving in a rough rythm. "Everything okay?" You nod, a little too flustered in the moment to open your eyes and look directly at him. "Anything I could clean you up with here?"

At that, your eyelids shoot open and you look around, pointing at a closed box full of unused hand towels. You'll have to deal with consequences of a missing piece in the inventory for that one.

When Johnny kneels in front of you again, towel in hand, you've already put your bra and shirt back on. He obviously notices but doesn't say anything.

Of course you move to steal the white cloth but he's quicker than you, grabbing both your hands and setting them on his shoulders. You lean on him as he wipes, unsure of what to do with the awkward silence.

When he's done, you quickly collect your underwear from the floor. Johnny actually stands up and turns around, giving you some silently requested privacy, as he retrieves his own shirt to put it on.

"Wait." Your shorts are buttoned too now. "What about you?"

"Next time." He winks, but you frown.

"You want to see me again?" You were definitely under the impression this was a one time thing, the kind that just happens in the moment and once that is lost, it's over.

"How about tomorrow? Don't tell me you work Sundays too." He laughs, but the quizzical look is stuck on your face. "Look at me." He closes the distance that had been created by you, fixing your hair and brushing it behind your ear, quickly playing with one of the piercings you had there. "I would like to see you again. I haven't been coming here every other week and dragging my friends with me to let it be a one night stand. If you're interested, I'm interested. What do you say?"

Not able to contain your smile, already dreaming up what this could lead to, you get on your tippy-toes and peck him, nodding your head yes. "I'd like that."

Pulling on his hand, you check the room one last time to make sure you didn't leave anything out of order.

As you shut the door, you hope the wild boys didn't cost you your job, also concluding it was a good thing the door back to the bar wasn't very well-lit, meaning no one would see you returning twenty minutes later with company.

As you're descending the stairs, Johnny calls to you, "Sweetheart?" You hum. "There weren't any cameras in that room, right?"

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197. The Extraordinaries by TJ Klune--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read in 2021! I still thought this book was incredible and hilarious. Klune has my heart and honestly, I need to read even more of his stuff! If you love a quirky and really funny novel that has a memorable main character, a cute romance, and hilarious dialogue, then this book is for you. I can't believe the sequel is almost here!

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198. Ice Planet Barbarians by Ruby Dixon--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I did it. I read this first book after weeks of wanting to. I was not disappointed whatsoever. TW for a r@pe that happens early on in the book. The spice level of this was on a whole other level—but it gave me soft omega-verse vibes (I can’t believe I thought this after accidentally reading ONE omega-verse novel last year.) I’m curious enough to want to read the next book!

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199. The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave--⭐️⭐️

I'm sure there's some great meaning behind this book, but it was completely lost on me. By the end, I was bored, disappointed, and curious about the hype surrounding this title. The story isn't as complex or fascinating as the synopsis made it out to be, and the daughter was such a brat that it was hard for me to understand why so many people were sacrificing so much for her (which I know says a lot about me, but why should I care for this girl who just treated everyone like crap?)--especially the MC, who reiterates multiple times that it's all for Bailey (the stepdaughter). I mainly picked this up because I was curious about why so many people were getting this book. Now I'm even more curious because this book? This book is forgettable and by the end, I felt like nothing had really happened. One extra star because the author had me in the beginning.

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200. One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston--⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

Many, many times I've told myself not to go into a book with any expectations. And yet, I did that exact thing with this one. But can anyone blame me, when this author's debut novel was one of my favourites of the year it came out? For starters, I appreciated the concept of this and I loved the ending. It even had some spicy scenes that will forever have me looking at couples in subway cars a little differently. But I think this book had a mild case of Sophomore book syndrome. While all of the characters were definitely unique in their own ways, and added life to the novel, it felt like something was missing. The start of the book took me a while to get into, and the relationship between the two women was missing a little spark in some aspects--like, I get that one is beautiful and the other has the body of a goddess, but...what else? What, emotionally, is there for me to connect more with these characters? It felt like the big word "Love" came out of their months and I just remember thinking..."Oh, really? When, where, huh?" because this whole book was essentially a sci-fi mystery novel where one love interest was often seen as a case or an oddity rather than a potential love interest. I will say that they had some sweet moments that pulled me in for a hot second, but then it was back to business. I don't know, I just wish this one offered me more. Although, there was DEFINITELY great humour in this one! The story idea was unique and intriguing, the characters on their own were memorable and fun, but that romance lacked the emotional spark I would have liked.

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201. Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me by Mariko Tamaki & Rosemary Valero-O’Connell--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

** spoiler alert ** I really, really enjoyed this one! The artwork was gorgeous, the presentation of the issues a friend group might go through as they grow and learn who they are and what matters to them. This story isn't just about the MC, who keeps getting dumped and then somehow falling back into the same toxic relationship. This story follows the people around her that matter to her, as well. We see the aftermath of homophobic bullying, the difficulties of "coming out" and how it affects everyone differently, the side-effects of toxic relationships and how they can hurt the healthier ones, and the importance of allowing yourself to believe that you deserve love that doesn't take and take and take from you. There were other situations in here that I highly recommend reading trigger warnings for before you dive in. I think that leaving many of these issues without visible resolutions also adds to the idea of how realistic this graphic novel is. Nothing in life can ever truly be resolved with a little bow. Anyway, I really enjoyed this and highly recommend it (especially if you're looking for a great and quick Sapphic read!

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202. They Wish They Were Us by Jessica Goodman--⭐️⭐️⭐️

The one thing I really enjoyed about this book is that I fell for that red herring. The mystery at the end and the reveal was pretty satisfying. The rest of the story was just OK though, simply because it felt drawn out and like a drama rather than a thriller. I get that the main character was under a lot of stress, but I found her to be a hypocrite and whiny as hell. I wouldn't mind reading the next book by this author because I enjoy a good YA thriller, but this one was a little disappointing. I can see why it would be comp'ed with ONE OF US IS LYING, though.

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203. We Can’t Keep Meeting Like This by Rachel Lynn Solomon--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher. This did not affect my review or rating in any way. I'm a big fan of Solomon's work, she's consistently written stories that feature characters that are endearing or bring life to the pages of her books. I also love her introduction of characters that are Jewish and practice different levels of their Jewish religion. While the MC of this book wasn't my favourite (her waffling near the end made me want to throw the book because this poor guy), I did enjoy the general idea of the book and the message that it portrayed. The concept of family, friendship, sex-positivity, and the struggle of figuring out who you think you should be versus who you really want to be were immediate draws to this story. I've been noticing a lot in recent YA contemporary that the argument for teenagers is who they want to be versus who their parents want them to be. I think it's incredibly timely (especially in today's society). I had many thoughts about this book and its many characters that added life and colour to the story. For example, the love interest. He comes off as smooth, but as the story progresses we learn that he is more than just the first impression he offers us and the main character. I'd recommend this for readers who love wedding-themed contemporary novels with rougher familial dynamics and strong friendships. Also, for readers who are looking for more diverse books to add to their TBRs.

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204. Crown of Feathers by Nicki Pau Preto--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I enjoy fantasy, but I’ll admit that it takes a particular type of fantasy story to really pull me in. This one was one of those stories. Holy crap, it was so good. I couldn’t pull myself away and I really wanted to know what would happen next! I felt the emotions and the frustrations, but I also felt a hope for when the MC could prove everyone wrong. Also that twist at the end 👀. I’ve got the second book queued up and will hopefully read it in the very near future!

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205. The Maidens by Alex Michaelides--⭐️⭐️

I'm torn about giving this book a 2 or a 2.5 because I had a lot of feelings after I finished it. I read this for a book club and I'm glad I did read it because now my curiosity about this author has been fed. This isn't an author for me. I don't know if it's because I'm learning that adult thrillers just aren't my thing or because this book was just...not good (for me). The MC isn't the person that annoyed me the most, it was the people around her. There was a slight sense of madness surrounding this story, to the point where the MC herself almost became one of the women who obsessed over this man that is at the centre of this story. While reading, I thought, "This may be very obvious but the frustration I'm feeling on the MC's behalf is making this slightly hard to put down." But it wasn't the events leading up to the twist that got me. It wasn't the weird and potentially stalkerish people that the MC seemed to attract to her that made me want to chuck this book out the window. It was THAT TWIST. I discussed it in detail with my friend and I think what messed me up so much about that twist is that even though there were subtle, subtle, subtle clues leading there, my brain simply cannot comprehend or accept that twist. "I hate it," is what I said to my friend as soon as it was all revealed. And I still do. So very much. Even after discussing how we got here, and what could have hinted at this (because it truly brought a lot of other things into a different perspective), I still hated it with a burning passion. There are some nice easter eggs for The Silent Patient, by the way, so enjoy that!

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206. The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay--⭐️⭐️

Okay, I’ve been wanting to read this book for YEARS. And for what? That??? A friend of mine read this last month and told me he didn’t like it and that was my first sign. I should have listened. I don’t even know why I kept going, aha. I don’t have much to say because this book just felt like it didn’t really leave much for me to think about. I was so disconnected from this story by the end, that I just wanted it to end. I’m sure there’s a deep meaning in this book and I have a feeling I understood some of the messages but I just…that poor child. Also, this is categorized as horror/terror but…is it really?

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