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daughterofruins · 11 months

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This isn't proof read and definitely not perfect, but do leave reviews because they mean everything to me.

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Lets get one thing straight- I am THE best debater in my school. I love going to debates. But I don't like being forced to go to debates, especially where there are people like him.

Him with his annoying wannabe disney prince hairstyle and him with his annoying flirting glance and him with his annoying signature playboy smirk. He should be renamed Mr.Annoying.

And yet, here I was running on my way to the auditorium for the semi finals, crashing into people and muttering hurried sorrys so they knew that Pristine Academy girls were "lady like" and "well mannered".

I made it through the door just as they said Pristine Academy.

"We qualified", my co debater whispered in my ears.

"Of course we did. We have me in our team."

That was my greatest weapon right there, my confidence.

6 academies had made it to the semis, only 2 would make it to the finals. They called one speaker from each school to come and collect their motions. I rose to go.

We made a queue and headed for the tiny room at the back of the hall, where 6 students could barely fit. I was the second last in the line and there was no way I could see who was behind me since movement there was impossible. I could only smell the mango flavoured shampoo of the girl infront of me. As she got her slip and left I took two small steps and dug my hand inside the bowl placed before me.

I got my hands on one slip and turned to leave, but my foot crashed with someone else's foot and I leaned forward, readying myself for the most embarrassing moment of my school life. Yet, I did not fall.

After something like an eternity and a second, I looked up and found two strong hands gripping my arms, the blue shirt rolled up to the forearms, showing well muscled forearms. My eyes traveled up a muscular shirt into two brown eyes and that was when I realised.

I was in the arms of the debater from Wellstone Academy.

I was in the arms of the winner of the last MUN i had attended.

I was in his arms.

The thought made me puke.

"I see you've fallen for me, Ms.Pristine"

I jerked him off me the way an angry cat dries herself, hissing and meowing loudly.

"I see you've qualified, Mr.Wellstone"

We didn't know each others names. All I knew was his school and the fact that the boy who was assisting him had a huge crush on me.

Both of us stood there for what seemed like an eternity, till he said,

"I've got to collect my topic."

"I'm not stopping you," I replied.

"But you're in my way"

"I'm trying to get out, if you'd be kind enough to move to the side and let a lady pass"

He moved just enough for my to pass by, and when I crossed him I looked up on an impluse, our faces inches away from eachother when I moved to the other side.

"We've got the same motion your grace. We're on the same team, lady" he said, over emphasising the last word.

I looked at him, and all I could smell in that closed room was my rose scented perfume and his manly cologne.

"We won't just make a team, Sir, we'll make a winning team" I said before I walked out, the blood pulsing in my veins.

At least I got the last word this time.

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Guys, the schools mentioned are completely fictitious. They're not real and if they are, then the real ones haven't been mentioned here at all. Thank you for reading:)

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casuallyawkardd · 5 months

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hi! I had a request- would you maybe write a hobie brown x reader smut based on the song"Fuck away the pain" by Divide the Day? if it's not too much bother of course :') thank you!!

Yes, yes, yes gorgeous baby boy 🥰 thank you for your patience. I listened to this song as preparation and got an immediate idea of what I wanted to do, but for some reason my brain couldn't process the words I wanted to write. So I eventually word vomitted everything out and editted it into being something actually readable so I hope you enjoy 😁

Link to the song is here if y'all wanna listen while you read

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! Sex, oral sex, rough sex, dubious consent cuz Y/N drunk but we gucci, angst, slight hurt and no comfort for anyone

"You two broke up again, didn'tcha?" Hobie always seems to know where he's wanted, at least when you needed him. However, the candid nature of his voice was less than appreciated.

"How do you reckon?" you ask back, bitterly as you take another swig of your vodka soda. The teasing smile he has plastered on his face only seems to widen, resting his elbow on the bar as he leans a little closer, flicking some of your hair out of your face.

"You only ever come back to this pub when he does," he speaks simply, matter of factly. "What was it this time? Parents didn't like yah? Needed some 'space'?"

"He cheated on me," you answer reluctantly, sounding almost woeful as your head goes to rest in your palm, looking anywhere but him.

"Again?" Hobie scoffs, the sound grinding against your psyche. He never said 'I told you so' whenever you got back with your now ex, only to be broken up with a few months later. It had grown to become an annoying habit of yours. While he never said the words outright, his responses were damn near close every time.

"If you're going to be a dick tonight, I'm not in the mood for it."

"Easy there," Hobie soothes, holding up a placating hand and chuckling at your little outburst. "I'm not the one you should be pissed at."

"You're close to it."

"Oh, I'm wounded," he laughs again, hand over his heart like you'd just wounded him. You roll your eyes at the sight, downing the rest of your drink and signaling to the bartender for another. Hobie watches you, you know he does, and yet you have gotten so good at ignoring his stares. "Come on, I'll order us a couple rounds," he asks the bartender for two shots when they drop off your new drink, already knowing your poison of choice.

"Are you helping me drink away my sorrows?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

You roll your eyes again, the one corner of your mouth turning upward being his hint that you were starting to get a sense of humor again. "You're a bad influence, Hobbs."

He matches your expression, picking up his shot once it arrives and holding it up in preparation of a toast. "When am I ever not?"

And so begins the routine, at least that's what Hobie called it. He hated routine, the mundaness of it all, routine becoming the norm and he hated normalcy more. But this routine was starting to grow on him, or maybe he despised it the most, that was something Hobie had yet to decide.

On one hand, he didn't like to see you so upset, and over an asshole like your ex no less. Hobie never liked the guy, some privileged git from the other side of town, he never knew what you saw in him. They say opposites attract and in your case it was true, but the two of you seemed to repel each other just as much. He liked blowing his parent's money on whatever caught his attention that week, while you understood the feeling of living paycheck to paycheck and tended to be very frugal because of it. He liked going out to upscale restaurants and boating with his friends, while you were content enough with cheap drinks and the occasional bonfire. He liked to chase girls in designer dresses, while you were the one left to pick up the pieces of yourself.

But that's where Hobie came in. He liked being the one to help you put yourself together again, whether it be over drinks or...otherwise. Hobie was always good at listening, good at maintaining the unbiased opinion as you drunkenly vented on your relationship and everything that went wrong this time around. He'd chime in where it was needed, maybe even plant a joke or two into the conversation and by the end you were at least smiling again.

"Thanks Hobbs, I don't deserve someone like you. You really are my best mate," you would say and Hobie would have to smile and brush it off.

"Nah, you deserve better," was what he would say back. And he meant it, every word. Not someone like your ex, who criticized the amount of black in your wardrobe and bought your love with jewelry you didn't even like. Someone who got you, accepted you as you were, every flaw and perfection included. Hobie could be that person, he knew he could, but he also knew he never would be. Not with the dynamic you insisted the two of you keep.

'You're my best friend, Hobie,' you'd say, 'the only guy I can always count on.' Hobie took every comment on the chin, accepting his fate. Seeing you with other men, specifically your ex, never made him jealous. Hobie didn't get jealous. Rather, he was...disappointed? Disheartened you'd rather let some prick like your ex know you at your most intimate when you could do better. Even if 'better' wasn't him.

But those feelings didn't matter right now, not when he was the one you were leaning against as the two of you walked back to his place. You had insisted on it, you always did. It was just another step to the routine you two had established.

"Why don't you wanna go back to your place? It's not far," Hobie always asked.

You'd shrug, "Cuz you're not gonna be there," would be your response.

The lock clicked open, Hobie having to use his shoulder to shove the old door to his apartment open; repeating the action again when he had to force it shut again. He made his way to the small kitchenette, getting you a glass of tap water. Meanwhile, you roamed the small flat, having been away for months and now refamiliarizing yourself with what used to be your second home.

"It hasn't changed a bit," he heard you say, a short chuckle escaping his throat. When he steps out of the kitchenette, you're already sitting on the couch, flipping through the bits of newspaper scattered on the coffee table. When you look up at him, a smile graces your features, the alcohol in your system making it slightly more crooked.

You accept your glass of water with a 'thank you' and take a few sips, Hobie sitting down beside you and lounging back against the leather cushions. He listens at your attempts to delay the inevitable, recounting the countless memories the two of you shared in this small space. The late nights listening to old records, lazy mornings eating leftover bar food. On and on you talk until you're leaning on the arm he has slung over the back of the couch, looking up at him with hazy eyes.

Then you're turning to face him, leaning in until your lips are pressing against his. Hesitant at first, before colliding again with more intention. Hobie returns the gesture, not moving to touch and rather savor the softness of you. "You're drunk," he gently reminds, peeking his eyes open to stare down at your flushed face.

It makes you pause, swallowing thickly before you respond. "So are you," is your groundbreaking rebuttal and it makes him snort. His fingers comb your hair back, kissing your forehead. Then each of your eyelids, nose, cheeks and finally your lips once more. Hobie lets you take the lead, letting you choose when you slide into his lap, straddling his hips and grinding your clothed sex into his. He swallows every small gasp and groan, a hand at the small of your back to keep you in place while he licks and nibbles along your jaw and neck.

The intimacy of it is cut short as you pull away slightly, sinking to the floor between his knees. Your hands seem to move of their own accord, unbuckling his belts and touching him through his pants. Hobie opens his mouth to object, remind you that you weren't thinking clearly, but the words die on his lips when you're freeing him from the confines of his trousers.

He loves your lips. Loves the words that come out of them, how soft they are against his skin and how perfectly they wrap around his cock. A low groan escapes him, leaning his head back on the leather as you set the pace. You're taunting him, slowly sucking him off and holding his hips in place when he tries to buck down your throat.

"Y/N," he groans, a warning that he's close. And yet you're unrelenting, cheeks hollowing as you suck harder and take him deeper. Hobie's teeth grit together, urging himself to pull you back up, a wet pop echoing in the small, studio apartment before he kisses you once again. "This is about you," he reminds, guiding you back to the couch and laying you across the cushions.

Hobie prided himself in not being just another one of your mediocre fucks. It was something you reminded him of during the late night pillow talk. He knows every gasp and moan escaping your lips is genuine, not the pity noises you'd confessed you gave your ex. The soft whimpers you try to muffle as his teeth pinch your nipples, the sharp moans as his fingers explore your insides, stretching and prodding until you writhing beneath him.

"Hobie, please..." you plead, making his dark eyes glance up to your flushed features. It only riles him up further, lips meeting yours firmly. His tongue finds yours, the two dancing together in a passionate kiss. Then he's pulling away just as quickly, lifting you and maneuvering your body until you're bent over the back of the couch.

The remainder of the clothes you both have on join the others on the floor, Hobie taking a moment to admire the view. "God, you're perfect," he groans, hands groping the globes of your ass and massaging the muscle in his large hands.

He resists the urge to cum right then, once his length finds its way back into your warmth. A long moan escapes you as he fills you inch by inch, your walls stretching around him like it's muscle memory. Before you can even think how much better he feels inside you compared to your ex, Hobie is thrusting his hips against your ass. It pushes you into the cushions, practically falling over the back of the couch if Hobie's hands didn't hold your hips so tightly.

The first thrust is meant as a reminder. That you're in his flat taking his cock. Afterward he's a little more gentle, thrusts steady and intentional. Hobie thrusts deep, branding your insides with the shape of his cock. Hoping this time you'll remember his touch, savor every bolt of pleasure that shoots up your spine. It's his way of saying this could be your life. That you could be with someone loyal who wants to fulfill your deepest desires and fuck you until morning.

"Fuck, Hobie," you cry out when his thrusts start to quicken. He's glad you can't see the smug smirk on his face, loving when you say his name in moments like these. How if he angles his hips just right that you'll start to scream it.

His name is a mantra spilling past your lips, over and over until you're coming undone around him. But Hobie isn't perturbed just yet. After he's done taking you on the couch, he has you on the floor, then the kitchen counter and on the bed as well. He gives you the chance to catch your breath between intimate encounters, offering you his shower after pounding you into the mattress. When you mutter something about not wanting to be alone, he follows you in, fucking you against the tile of the shower as well.

It's the early hours of the morning when the two of you have exhausted yourselves. Hobie insists on you drinking another glass of water before passing out in his bed, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as you do. As you set the glass down on the floorboards, your phone buzzes and Hobie's heart sinks.

He knows who it is without you having to say, watching on as you read the text that just came in. It's the part of the routine where everything crumbles, the illusion of tonight starts to fade. Usually he had more time, your ex waiting until the next day to ask if you could meet up and 'talk'. Which usually meant listening to his newest bullshit excuse.

Hobie watches as you look at the message, contemplation etched into your features before you set the device down again. "I'm so done with that asshole," you mutter as you curl against his side, ready to drift off to sleep. For a moment he just stares, takes in the sight of you and the feeling of your bare skin touching his.

With a heavy sigh, Hobie settles in beside you, tucking your head under his chin. He decides to savor this moment a little longer. Because he knows that come morning you'll go back on your word. That you'll meet up with your ex, reconcile and reconvene with your 'best mate' a few months down the line. You always do.

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ghoulishbuck · 4 months

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24 books to read in 2024 | X= on my physical tbr O= not on my physical tbr

1. Eragon by Christopher Paolini- 528 pages O

2. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley- 288 pages X

3. Red Rising by Pierce Brown- 382 pages O

4. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien- 389 pages X

5. Gunmetal Gods by Zamil Akhtar- 498 pages O (audible tbr)

6. The Sword of Kaigen by M.L. Wang- 600 pages O (audible tbr)

7. Fireborne by Rosaria Munda- 448 pages X

8. The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo- 400 pages O

9. The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson- 541 pages O

10. The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson- 464 pages O

11. The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan- 814 pages O

12. Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey- 561 pages X

13. Les Misérables by Victor Hugo- 1,463 pages O

14. Percy Jackson and the Olympians the Lighting Thief by Rick Riordan- 375 pages X

15. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins- 374 pages X

16. Network Effect by Martha Wells- 352 pages X

17. Jade City by Fonda Lee- 560 pages O

18. The Terror by Dan Simmons- 769 pages O

19. Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo- 358 pages X

20. The Troop by Nick Cutter- 358 pages O

21. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller- 369 pages X

22. Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King- 437 pages X

23. The Wager by David Grann- 329 pages O

24. Monstrilio by Gerardo Sámano Córdova- 336 pages O

This is very fantasy heavy and 11,993 pages long… I honestly have no idea if I’ll get to The Final Empire, The Eye of the World or Les Misérables I want to but they are the most intimidating on this list. Although, I should really try to get to Les Misérables considering that it’s been on my tbr since July and I keep putting it off.

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wishesofeternity · 2 years

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rambling thoughts on Furysong (Aurelian Cycle 3) by Rosaria Munda

(spoilers below)

The way the first book opens with a flashback of Lee’s family and the last book opens with a flashback of Annie’s ...

“My little skylark, my skysung queen” / “brown as earth, red as flame. you take her with you”

Oh, Annie :(

IT’S DELO

The way Delo cares, the way he feels, the way he tries to understand. How he does nothing about it.

Annie planning a revolution. Annie orchestrating a rescue. Annie protecting children.

Becca and Garet are sweethearts

I was just covering my face throughout Lee’s entire section lmao

Personally, I think that Atreus’s problem is not that he’s incompetent, it’s that he’s too competent.

I knew Lucian Orthos couldn’t be trusted

"Let us return to our roots. To what is right. To what is natural” fuck Ixion

Oh, Astyanax

God, I love Griff. Fierce, fearless, spectacular Griff.

Your dragons are dying and you’re weakening, but you don’t suspect that a single fucking thing is wrong? These people are far too arrogant and far too stupid.

“Come while this faint heart still has the wrong sort of courage” Oh, Delo

ANTIGONE SUR AELA

Leary Thornrose is the stupidest name I’ve seen, and he fucking deserves it

dragons flying in. dragons unmuzzled and free, bellowing fire. dragons with Norcian stars.

(This entire thing felt way too rushed though)

Ixion: I’ve just taken over your country, allied with a conquering empire, and now hold the fates of all your loved ones in my hands. oh, also, you have a bastard brother.] :)

Ixion, no one gives a flying fuck about Farhall and its lands

Parcival Graylily, bastard son of the triarch Kit Skyfish and a housekeeper who died in a poorhouse, fostered by Hesperides House, who goes by Power and is a bastard both literally and metaphorically

fuck Ixion

yeah, I suspected Lotus, Teiran and Tyndale.

“My freedom for a library?”

good god, these fools are so cut off from reality, it’s horrifying

Mabalena claiming her vengeance, screaming as she does, and turning, face shining and proud, to face her future.

Annie and Duck’s reunion :)

“a statue of a long-dead god, a queen from the Golden Age”

I feel for Delo, but honestly, fuck his father

... oh shit

“Aela catches the aurelian’s tail in her fangs and yanks.” lmao

“You’re so focused on winning this battle, you lost the war” that may be true. but liberating an island of people oppressed for generations is not losing, it’s hope.

oh no

(maybe Becca is still alive)

“It’s my fault. But it’s their fault, more.” YES

Griff is not backing down, and I’m so proud of him for it

He is spectacular

Delo, on the other hand, has absolutely no sympathy from me

You know, Duck is right. I don’t think the path of a dragonrider is what he ever really wanted for himself. It’s heartbreaking, but it makes sense that now, he’ll feel free.

Aela makes me laugh

fuck Ixion

I love this, I love this, I love this. Lee and Atreus is probably one of my favourite dynamics of this series. Atreus, who was Lee’s savior and condemner, leader and enemy, mentor and truthteller. Lee, who is Atreus’s greatest mistake and greatest triumph. The parallels, the contradictions, the knife that began and ended it all. The passing of revolution’s flame.

“The point is trying.”

“You will have a candle in hand. A flame guttering in the wind. You will have to protect it. For a time, you may have to take it underground. And then you will have to decide how to use it. Will you make a conflagration, and build in the ashes? Will you light a lantern and climb, hoping that your light will be enough for those below? Or will you choose to light the way for someone else?”

Annie @ her dragon: keep your sex life to yourself

Antigone and the Island of the Dead

Megara, my beloved, I’ve missed you

... you know, this makes sense. They’re feeding the hungry, allowing the People’s Paper to print freely, and letting the Assembly stand. I’m sure that, slowly, it’ll gradually be taken away, but for now, it’s dangerously tempting. And it was all legal.

“She brings a goliathan and an empire with her smile”

"Freyda only seems more amused” lmao

FUCK Ixion

“My least-favourite person in Callipolis” aww, they’re frenemies

I low-key ship them

“She’s easy on the eyes, at least” I WANT HIM DEAD

Ixion: *rages like a toddler in a tantrum* / Literally everyone else: ... yikes

Delo did genuinely have to clean the lairs, lmao

Oh, Annie

Freyda’s ... interesting

Oh, Griff. He’s been oppressed since he was born, and now that he’s at the pinnacle of power, he doesn’t know what kind of a person he’ll be. He was fighting to survive his entire life, and now that he’s finally won, he’s hurting.

“Ten years erased in a matter of weeks” :(

“Lotus, otherwise known as the world’s biggest ass”

Freyda keeps showing us new layers to herself and they’re absolutely fascinating

She’s also a slave-owner, so :/

LEE AND ANNIE

Crissa has just shown up and she’s already stolen the show

“Yeah, that’s it. What else is there?” Oh, Annie

“I don’t know, revolt?” FUCK YEAH. Crissa’s so clever and strategic, I love it

A looming empire, an isolationist nation, a proxy war and new revolution. Sounds good.

“ Griff’s never let himself be talked into sense. It’s his defining feature.”

“As if a queen’s story were one you had any right to.” :(

“The light was always meant to shine for her”

PALLIR FUCKING ATE HIM

Oh, Griff

That classic trope where two people make a journey through the wild and talk about their feelings

Crissa’s so charismatic, I love her

Oh, Delo

“Legitimacy sounds like a fancy word created by someone with a shorter knife to keep themselves from getting stabbed by someone with a longer one.”

Griff: you’re no longer my hostage and I’m sending you back to your beloved family

Delo: but you need someone to sort your papers :(

aww, Argos

lololol, Annie slept in Leon Stormscourge’s bed and tried to seduce his son in it

“I want one week where that life isn’t mine” :(

aww, Sty and Becca are friends

“little winged dogs” awww

“Crissa, beside me, actually has to mask a small squeal at their cuteness as they flit away.” I LOVE HER

old men with old words

The League!!

old men with old words

democratic Damos’s new isolationist administration which is very willing to expound about principles and very unwilling to actually act, is very on-the-nose and I love it

“Every time that man made me get back on the dragon, every time he refused me water or breaks or medicine as I trained, he made me stronger.” I hate it when characters say that their abuse made them stronger. I hate it.

Griff’s bluffing his ass off lmao

Griff saying “hush, darling” to Gephyra always gets me. He’s bold and fierce and cocky, but he has such softness in him.

“Let the skies be someone else’s to rule” “Please let me be done” Oh, Annie. She wants peace. She wants a home.

They’re such nerds lmao

“Why does Power always show up when he’s least wanted?” lmao

Power, furious at the way their rights are being systematically stripped away from them. Power believing that when a government ceases to protect its people, it becomes necessary to overthrow it. Power, strategizing how to overthrow the Triarchy and regain their freedom, and make it better.

oh no

OH NO

oh, Pallor

“And as with the gods, the world quaked”

“See, little one? There’s so much left to live for”

I guessed this would happen, though. All three protagonists - Lee, Annie, Griff - were dragonriders. One of them had to do. And it was most likely to be Lee.

THAT BASTARD PUT HER IN A FUCKING CAGE

and her people give her wildflowers and all their love

Annie’s reunited with Miranda Hane :)

“They may try to write you into history as a villain, but I will drink hemlock before I let you accept that without a fight.”

“And now he’s gone, and I’m left grounded on this hard earth, alone.” :(

oh my god, FUCK YOU, Ixion

“My city, always frightened, always hungry. And it’s endured enough.”

fucking hell, Darius the dumbass just ruined the entire plan

“They both seem inclined to keep their voices raised loud enough for the whole table to hear.” lmao

FREYDA IS DRAGGING IXION’S ASS LMAO

Power admitting his unrequited crush on Annie to a completely flabbergasted Ixion is the funniest thing ever

to be honest, the fact that Megara played such a huge role in Flamefall and was almost non-existent in Furysong is extremely irritating

“Like your mum? Like mine? I’d rather be like them than that excuse for a human being who was my father. Some of the bravest women in our lives have been peasant women. They’re why we’re here. Even if they go unsung.”

I love this subplot about an unfair trial

Griff, after hearing a politically important piece of information about the Bassilian King: he doesn’t have a chin :/

I remember when we thought it’d be like this. Heroic. Full of purpose / Maybe we are like this, and we just don’t know it.

that poem is beautiful

RIP Power :(

THEY FOUND HER NOT GUILTY LMAO

Ixion: you and what dragon? / Annie, with Aela making the most dramatic draconic entrance of all time: this dragon

Annie beats Ixion while on her period

“he has a striking lack of chin” lmao Delo

THE FINAL TOURNAMENT

“Aela and I do our favourite thing in the world. We rise.”

KICK HIS ASS LMAO

Annie: *kills Ixion* / Delo: excellent, it’s overdue

that goliathan is horrifying

Froydrich, you fucking creep

TAKE THAT BITCH DOWN

Annie and Freyda!!

they won

aww, Delo and Astyanax are going back to Norcia

that speech was very romantic, Delo

“In this corner of the earth that is mine, I will read poetry and grow old in love. Let them sing of others.” oh, Delo

I tentatively like Phemi

High-King Griff has a beautiful ring to it

GRIFF’S FATHER IS ALIVE

“Atreus once told me I was his greatest mistake, and the more I think about it, the more I’d like to make a career of it.” lmao

Lee and Annie might not have a traditional ending, but they will have a beautiful life

They’ll going to be okay

#books #fireborne #furysong #aurelian cycle #the aurelian cycle #rosaria munda #queue

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lapata-lupt · 10 months

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people calling zayn malik a brown munda is crazy that's gonna be my 13th reason

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griffsursparker · 2 years

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if I'm gonna go on a rant about how much good YA is out there I figure I should also probably give some examples, so here is a non-comprehensive list of YA I love and think are really well written

Ophelia After All by Racquel Marie - really heartfelt coming of age story about a girl realizing she likes girls but also coming to terms with the fact that she doesn't need a romance to complete her

Fireborne by Rosaria Munda - y'all this book. this fucking book. alongside character dynamics that make me go completely feral, Fireborne also has some of the best political and philosophical and thematic shit in any fantasy book I have ever read. it's so fucking thought provoking and cool and I almost analyzed it for communications class except I didn't have the braincells. also dragons

The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf - about a girl with ocd during the race riots in Malaysia in 1969. literally made me bawl

A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A. Brown - okay first of all the world building in this is so fucking good. second of all the family dynamics are so fucking good and !! third of all it subverts a lot of cheesy YA romance tropes. fourth of all the way it portrays anxiety makes me so fucking happy and emotional it's very good

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman - this is one of the older ones on this list but like y'all it's so fucking good. the characters are incredible, and it's a really intense portrayal of like mental health and shit but also friendships and gahh it's so good I need to reread it

Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender - I'm not going to lie I forget most of this except that there was blackmail and art and trans rep but. it was phenomenal lmao

The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow - look some people think this one is too weird but personally I'm obsessed with how it's such a quiet book despite the impossibly large stakes and . . . ahh I just love how she writes!!

Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales - the common complaints about YA are mostly about the cheesy romance-y ones but you know what YA has some cheesy romcoms that are goddamn good so 10/10 recommend this one if you want a fun romcom with great family dynamics and a super fun premise

The One True Me and You by M.K. England - again on my "YA actually has good romcoms" agenda, this one is so fucking fun. yes it reads like a fanfic but in a good way. it's so nerdy and lovely. if you don't wanna read about teens falling in love obviously don't read these ones but they're fun as hell if you like romcoms

Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine - y'all these are some of the best dystopians I've ever read and the found family and hijinks in them are so fucking good <33

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao - this is such a fun fast-pasted fantasy and it's delightful. it's feminist in a way that manages not to be weird and terfy, and the character dynamics are great, and it's just so unhinged and I love it

The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum - weird book about lesbians and outer space. literally no other way I can describe it but it's very good

I could go on and on and on but anyways actually read YA books before you diss YA <33

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