Spotted the word "blorbo" in The New York Times book review. Listen NYT romance reviewer, I really do not think your paper's audience is going to recognize that one
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She would best the competition and embarrass the other attendants. She would knock her opponent from his horse, swing from the saddle, and kneel at Jo’s feet. She would take her hand and whisk her away to a future that was entirely her own.
Lily and Jo from All The Painted Stars, commissioned from @felrija ⭐️⚔️💖
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Eddie loved to read. He enjoyed immersing himself in books, letting the stories wash over him, and escaping his own reality for the imaginations of another. He adopted new personas and became someone else as he skimmed every word. He put himself in the shoes of people he could only dream of and let their lives replace the problems in his.
On the other hand, Steve hated reading. He sat alone for hours staring at words without meaning with letters that floated through paper and dripped from the pages. He couldn’t derive any knowledge from books nor could he enjoy the lives of the characters or the storylines of novels. As soon as the wretched piece of paper flipped, whatever contents were on it were swiped from his memory. He never understood the literary importance of any book much less hidden meanings somehow woven into the pages that the English teachers talked about.
After escaping the talons of both Vecna and the mob out for blood, the boys were left with too much time and too little to do. No one wanted to hire someone that associated with the town’s not-so-secret-teen-killer and on the off chance that they went into public, they were persecuted by their peers.
To deal with the boredom, loneliness, and restlessness alike, Eddie turned to reading. He would dive right into the words like Steve had dived into Lover’s Lake. He would adopt the lives of the characters and pretend that maybe his life wasn’t so bad after all.
Steve watched Eddie flip each page, a look of innocent wonder on his face and a hopeful smile on his lips. They couldn’t do book club or share notes on what was being read but Steve could still follow the emotion of the story through Eddie’s expressions and the trace of a finger along his jumping pulse. Eventually, Eddie would read aloud. He’d keep Steve entranced in the story with his raspy voice combing through every word. Sometimes he’s stumble, his eyes moving faster than his mouth could speak, but it was still the most satisfying thing Steve had ever heard.
On a random Thursday when they finally finish the book, Steve holds Eddie’s face in his hands and delicately kisses his lips for the first time.
“Maybe now it’s time we start our own story, Eds.”
And so they do.
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girl aint even born yet and she already arguing with her brother
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Thrilled to share this artwork I created for the endpapers of a new German edition of Vampire Academy! This series holds such a nostalgic place in my heart and I still love my bad ass girl Rose. 😊
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nico 👻(in a bad disguise) your art is so gooood !!
skull makeup is the worst disguise i could think of for nico bc anyone who knows him will immediately just assume it’s him (and thank you!)
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