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mettleborn · 2 years
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@somniaxperdita liked for a starter
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"I bought the club. You work for me now."
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jenmedsbookreviews · 2 months
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The Mind Of A Murderer by Michael Wood
Today I am thrilled to share my review of The Mind of A Murderer, the brand new thriller from MIchael Wood, book one in the Olivia Winter series @MichaelHWood @0neMoreChapter_ #books #bookreview #themindofamurderer #bookstagram
Today I am so happy to be sharing my review of The Mind Of A Murderer, a brand new thriller from Michael Wood. I love the author’s Mathilda Darke series and his standalone novels, and this new series had been seriously calling to me. My thanks to publishers One More Chapter for the early copy. Here’s what it’s all about: Source: NetgalleyRelease Date: 28 March 2024Publisher: One More…
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arkiwii · 5 months
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its getting really cold outside
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barneswilsonrogers · 7 months
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#BUCKYBARNES: I just tripped and fell into his bed!
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gatopidao · 21 days
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‧ ⋆ messy ᡣ𐭩 ׂ 
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rookieoneil · 7 months
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Lucy jamming to the Grudge by Olivia Rodrigo
Tim: 😑
Lucy singing: WE BOTH DREW BLOOD BUT THOSE CUTS WERE NEVER EQUAL
Tim: you realize we’re in a happy healthy relationship right?
Lucy: you’re ruining my jam session tim
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rositasblogsworld · 5 months
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Soo excited for Christmas
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alaynasansa · 9 months
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“I hope you joust better than you talk.”
For a moment he looked shocked. But as the song was ending, he burst into a laugh. “No one told me you were clever.”
He has good teeth, she thought, straight and white. And when he smiles, he has the nicest dimples. She ran one finger down his cheek. “Should we ever wed, you'll have to send Saffron back to her father. I'll be all the spice you'll want.”
He grinned. “I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney ?”
“You may not. It is promised... to another”
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kenniko · 5 months
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how do I tell my mom that the man I am in love with is afraid of snow??
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what's wrong w this man and why do I love him?
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gt-icons · 3 months
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Summer icons
‒ like or reblog if you save
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mettleborn · 2 years
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 Non-verbal Memes (accepting)
@somniaxperdita said: [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation
“You okay, man?”
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“Just keep drivin’.”
Hastily, Samuel shoves another handful of crumbled dollars into the driver’s hand. They’re stained with his blood, but the cab driver readily accepts them, the transaction putting an immediate end to his questions.
When they finally reach Olivia’s apartment, Samuel breaths a heavy sigh of relief. The bullet wound he’s sustained is bad, but at least the blood at his back shows it went straight through and isn’t still embedded in him. It couldn’t have hit anything major, no, he’d definitely be dead by now if it had. At first the driver had insisted on taking Samuel to the nearest ER but the assassin knows better than to risk attending hospital when a corrupt Senator’s brains have just been splattered all over a hotel room only a few miles away. No, he simply can’t risk it.
Bloodied hands slip against the handle as he attempts to pull the door release and finally succeeds. With a mostly stifled groan of pain, he grips his side and uses what little strength he has left to awkwardly pull himself up from the back seat. As the driver approaches, Sam throws his arm around the man’s broad neck and gratefully stuffs another handful of cash into the man’s coat pocket with the intention of further buying his silence and paying for the damage done to his upholstery. Just a few more steps and he finally reaches the stairs, where he sits, watching as the driver rings Olivia’s bell before making an understandably swift exit.
It is there Samuel’s sits, smoking a stained cigarette with crimson-slick hands as he waits for Olivia to appear.
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linalinsims · 5 months
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with every minute she's falling for him more and more.
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moodysullie · 10 months
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I'm sorry, but you're going to tell me that they gave us Olivia's Sonya escaping scene, while they gave Daniel's Zemo just THIS? When they escaped by similar way?
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That's it.
I'm suing Marvel.
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canolaaoil · 2 years
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I remember childhood in yellow and blue
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1. Who Can Sleep? Sally Davies // 2. @dakotajohnsongf // 3.Let Magic Surround You, Carmine Belluci // 4. @electraheart2012​ // 5. Kitchen, Larry Bracegirdle // 6. Hum Hallelujah, Fall Out Boy // 7. INTERIOR AT NIGHT, Ryan Kapp // 8. Letter for home, Felix Lee // 9. Monet’s House in Giverny // 10. @girlfromenglishclass​ // 11. @kernjosh​ // 12. On Turning Ten, Billy Collins
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1. [ ID: A photograph of a city at night. There is a skyline in the upper quarter in dark, navy blue, while the lower 3/4 of the image portrays an apartment building. Several windows in the building are lit with golden light in a random assortment around the building. In a few of the windows, sillouettes of people can be seen in black. End ID]
2. [ ID: an exerpt of a tumblr post, reading; let me tell you — sometimes i think this might be all a bad dream. every now and then, when the world is quiet enough, when the yellow light hits the ceiling just right, i feel like a child again. sometimes i wish i could find the spot where time is the weakest, touch it, tear it apart, and wake up on the sofa, behind my parents’ backs where i’ve crawled after some nightmare. from the tv, a laugh track. i’m pretending to sleep. its summer. see, the balcony door is ajar. see, there’s a mosquito trying to get in. see, my heart isn’t aching. see? End ID]
3. [ID: a painting in a stylized fashion of a cat sitting on a table from inside a house looking out a window at snowfall. there are papers on the table, a wooden chair, red and purple curtains around the window, a yellow patterned table cloth, and cups of coffee sitting nearby the cat. The cat is black. The walls of the room are golden yellow. End ID]
4. [ID: a tumblr post by user electraheart2012, reading; being alive is like: you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you haven’t known for a long time. you want to go home but you don’t know where you’d go. you want to go home  you want to go home  you want to go home. End ID]
5. [ID: A painting in a semi-realistic, oil style, of a corner of a home. The colors are mostly warm yellows, oranges, and browns. From left to right there is a calendar, a doorway, a console table, and a couch. There are mirrors, and shelves with books lining the walls. On the table there is a lamp, which casts most of the light in the painting. The walls have wood paneling on the lower half and paint on the upper half, likely white or off white, but appearing soft yellow due to the lighting. End ID]
6. [ID: a screenshot of a lyric page, reading; And one day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster. End ID]
7. [ID: an oil painting,  portraying a rectangular set of windows, looking inside a home at night. curtains cover the left and right panels of the windows, and the center one portrays a wall in the distance with several pictures on a fireplace mantle. The painting is in mostly golden yellow and orange, with the window frame in dark navy blue. End ID]
8. [ID: a handwritten note on a blue, lined sticky note, written in blue pen. The handwriting is cursive. The note reads; Dear Mum, / Once you’ve cleaned this room and house, I won’t forget the sweet, strange and unforgetful memories. This box will contain most of my belongings and I hope for you to take care of it. End ID]
9.[ID: A photograph of a room in a house through a doorway. The visable room is a dining room, with a table with six visable white wicker chairs surrounding it, a white fireplace/mantle with blue vases and pottery decorating the top, and several paintings lining the wall.  The walls are painted bright yellow, and the triming of the doorways are painted light blue and white. The lighting in the dining room makes the entire room look golden, while the room the photographer is in is in regular daylight. End ID]
10. [ID: a tumblr post by user girlfromenglishclass, reading; Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents’ house took us to a new world. It’s all too fast now. End ID]
11. [ID: a photograph of two people on a bed. Both lay on their backs. One is wrapped in a puffy duvet cover, laughing with their whole face, looking in the direction of the photographer. The other looks up at the photographer, with their shirt pulled up, with most of their chest exposed, just wearing a pair of checkered boxers. The colors of the environment are light blue; the duvet and the sheets of the bed. The walls are white-ish blue.  The people are warm colors; pink and brown. End ID]
12. [ID: an poem exerpt, reading; But now I am mostly at the window / watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly / against the side of my tree house, / and my bicycle never leaned against the garage / as it does today, / all the dark blue speed drained out of it. End ID]
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[ID: two lines of writing, underlined in yellow, reading “one day i was seven years old, / after that all i ever was was lonely.” end ID]
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cupofearlgreytea · 1 month
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rip unnamed protagonist of rebecca by daphne du maurier, you would’ve loved “obsessed” by olivia rodrigo
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thisismehappy · 1 year
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