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leti666bigboss · 1 year
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featuring: kuroo tetsuro, kozume kenma, yamamoto taketora, yaku morisuke, haiba lev, suna rintaro, the miya twins, terushima yuuji
genre: crack
warnings: terushima's might be just a liiiiiitle bit suggestive
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supercalime · 4 days
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No one asked but I have a take haha.
I have zero problem with buck and eddie being an item, the biggest problem I have is their stans acting the way they are now with the current storyline with tommy.
I mean, I hate to break it to the b*ddie st*ns but you can think your friends are hot and like, not want to pursue them, whether you realize you’re queer or not. The fans are undermining so much of the current storyline that it makes me sad.
Im as aroace as one can be, but also I have eyes lol. I see hot/attractive people, I of course can admit that they are hot/attractive. It doesn’t mean that I want to be with them specifically sexually or romantically.
Also, figuring out your sexuality is confusing and weird. I definitely thought I had a crush on a friend solely because they were a person I got along with and spent a lot of time with and thought that was what I was supposed to do (by the time I thought I was allo).
What I mean is that it’s not always black and white when it comes to what attraction is.
Another thing, and this is pure speculation on my part: the actors are VERY aware of b*ddie and know that it’s one of the biggest reasons people keep watching the show, so they might keep on stirring the pot a bit in the interviews because they know it can create enough buzz for the show to trend and make the network/producers/investors keep renewing it so they can keep their jobs for as long as possible.
Im not saying b*ddie fans are delusional or anything like that but I am really disappointed how many of them (or at least a loud minority) is treating the canon ship as if it’s a stepping stone for another that has yet to be fully confirmed on screen. Sure there are signs in retrospect, but like I said, you can think someone is attractive without wanting to be with them.
This whole thing of buck having always been in love with eddie irks me a bit as it falls in a trope I don’t personally like (someone sticking around because they are pining over their friend the whole time and the friendship is a stepping stone to romance). I mean, if b*ddie happens and it’s done well, I’m all for it. What I really don’t want to happen is the trope I mentioned above. If it’s meant to happen, the best way in my opinion is for the two guys to develop those feelings with time, not it being a realization that they were in love the whole time. Heck, there are dcoms that did friends to lovers quite decently in the past and it wasn’t a “it has always been youuu” situation.
In conclusion, the only thing we gotta take is what is confirmed on screen, in canon. If we are supposed to listen to anyone talking about ships and storyline is Tim Menear and the other writers. And what has been confirmed so far by Tim is that Buck was jealous of Eddie being with Tommy because he was attracted to Tommy without realizing it. In canon so far, that’s what is happening and you have to accept that. The story is about Buck coming to terms with his bisexuality and him and Tommy being in a romantic relationship.
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aroace-polyshow · 7 months
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LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO
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ilsasuke · 2 years
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what if……. I rewrote lfmb but with two boys instead ???
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ashesandhackles · 5 months
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@hprecfest Day 2 - A Comfort fic
Regretfully Yours by @maria-de-salinas
Severus/ Petunia. Explicit.
The unexpectedly tender and intimate romance between Severus and Petunia - post the events of First War- tops this list. Maria has a way of writing care, intimacy with such loving attention to detail, it blows me away in all of her work. This also has a sequel!
Summary:
1981 was not Petunia's year. The day before New Year's Eve, determined to make a fresh start of it, she straps Harry and Dudley into the car and flees north--only to hit into the biggest snowstorm she's ever seen in her life. Grief-stricken and dazed by his pivot from Death Eater to teacher, Severus Snape spends his holiday far from everyone, wandering aimlessly through the snow. The last thing either of them wanted was their paths to collide, but when Petunia gets stuck in the snow, they'll get stuck with each other.
2. Not bright or noble, but almost sublime by @yletylyf
Severus/Sirius raising Harry. Explicit.
I remember talking to Lety when we connected in Snirius fandom: "Where are the fluffy fics? Where are the raising Harry fics?" Of course, Snirius fandom as a whole is interested in the tension and delicious angst of Sirius and Severus together, often veering to darker territories - so it was a relief when Lety started writing this! A very fun Snirius raising Harry story.
Summary:
On that fateful Halloween night in Godric's Hollow, Severus Snape and Sirius Black unite in a common cause: find the Secret-Keeper who betrayed their best friend. Or: A temporary truce turns into something much more.
3. The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by @artemisia-black
Sirius/OFC.
If you ever wanted to see Sirius Black in a noir-esque mystery, this is your fic. Not only is Artemisia good at building the luxuriant atmosphere for the foreboding story, this is a good exploration of Sirius in an alternate universe without threat of Voldemort. He is a freer version of the man you might see in canon, but still has that family baggage. There is also tons of baby Harry and Sirius cuteness (yes, that is my catnip- Harry and Sirius are my favourite dynamic in canon)
Summary:
Set in an AU where Voldemort is never born. James and Sirius are both the best of friends and brilliant wizards, and not wanting to be tied down to a 9-to-5, they founded a detective agency. A year in, they have had a steady business from scorned spouses until one day a woman arrives and draws them into a sinister plot in the Scottish Highlands.
sore subject by @incalculablepower
Lavendar Brown/Parvati Patil & Demelza Robbins/Parvati Patil
No one gets the romantic comedy #vibe of Half Blood Prince quite like Incalculable Power. This fic is special among her work because she captures an experience lot of queer women go through - an intense codependent friendship that is just waiting to edge into romance.
Summary:
The High Priestess, reversed. Trust your intuition. Your true self is waiting; she refuses to be contained for much longer.
Orchards by @whinlatter
Harry/Ginny.
Whinlatter dropped into the fandom with a 17k fic written about the summer Harry and Ginny fell in love, and it was utterly beautiful tribute to first loves, Harry, Ginny and also, the third character: the orchard. Even when the fic weaved in the grief Harry is still dealing with and references the war years, it is infused with hope for the future.
Summary:
The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow.
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ramayantika · 14 days
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Overheard 2 friends talk about me
Girl A: *sees me sleeping* yaar isko tension hi nahi hai ekdum bache jaise soti hai
Roomie: arey yeh humesha vaise hi chill rehti hai voh utna padhti hai jitna usse score karna hai. Jitna ache se usse hoga utna hi karega baki nahi hoga agar toh nahi.
Girl A: iska marks bhi toh theek hi aata hai. Kal hi toh mast dance kar rahi thi pura phir HAP ke din subah mein stress mein answer theory sab bole jaa rahi hu yeh bas sirr hilake revise karke uth gayi
Roomie: haan yeh kabho extra stress tension nahi leti and marks bhi toh aata hai
Girl A: vahi hum stress leke marks laate hai yeh bhi utna le aati hai
Me: *dozes off*
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But yeah 2 days before end sems I was crying tf out in the hostel washroom and then wiped my tears, washed my face until eyes were dry and no longer red. I have had my share of stressing and driving my body and mind to exhaustion for exams so I decided that in college I would not repeat the same. I did cry because I got overwhelmed for a little while and then figured out how to prepare and I did which was calming
Also yeah sure I may not be the batch topper with my marks, but I used to study before exams too, so that helped with not having to study last minute. I like my course so I put in time to read and understand and also so that I could balance dancing too with all the exams we have been made to give
People see my chill laidback face but behind that there has been steady prep and also time investment. This time I don't feel nervous about my results like I used to. I know I will get the marks based on my writing and study prep and it will be decent enough
Once I used to be someone who thoughts exams grades and teacher remarks and the societal expectations shall comprise my whole world but I began getting out of that box. I still struggle sometimes with my identity because many see me as a non serious student who only dances, some see me as the middle class dreamy arts student who got forced into science, but I genuinely love learning science as well as my dance and writing.
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✨~aaiye aapka intezaar tha~✨
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Hello ji main Arunima <3 I'm 16 and i am also a tiddi (momo calls me that) badi waali hopeless romantic jo bohot simping, shitposting aur ranting karti hai so get used to it if you follow me hehe
kabhi kabhi mann karta hai toh poetry bhi kar leti hu find my work under #✨~Arunima writes
bohot badi waali bollywood enthusiast matlab merse bada filmy insan nahi dekha hoga tumne by god also shah rukh khan(pehla pyaar) simping is constant
also i jab we met, om shanti om spam
I love reading books (please read the secret history or tshoeh if you're still reading this) music toh bhai is my life so i'll keep recommending songs I listen to
even tho science leke books se thoda dur ho gyi hu
koi specific fandom nahi hai main har jagah tang ada deti hu main yaha bass personal diary maintain karne aayi hu
toh constant bhagwan ji se ek ache ladke ki maang karna(@kajraa-re we're in this together), chakna simping karna aur phaltu ki bakwas karna
also merko do dhele ki sharam nahi hai sharam bech ke golgappe (@appki-adrak-wali-chaii ne party di thi) kha liye the bohot velli bandi hu agar humesha online dikhi toh tokna matt hehe
just wanted you guys to know
also ps. desiblr calls me geet kyunki (ofc reasons bro) agar abhi tak samajh nahi aaya tumhe toh kya kar rahe ho mere blog pe?
Vese @appki-adrak-wali-chaii calls me kaliye ki bahu main explain nahi kar skti ask her only
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Baby, I Got Sick This Morning
Chapter 10 I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses (For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails)
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Harringroveson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Word Count: 56,393
Status: On Going
Chapter Summary: Our boys take a break, Steve gets some rest, there is talking and- not talking. Beware Teddy Bears, for they are fierce ❤
Chapter Notes: Yes, sorry for the late update. Health has been dragging me down and I've stayed busy with work on top of it. But I hope this chapter finds you all well!
Thank you to my partner for his support and to my amazing beta, Leti, who could use all the love right now ❤ go read and support her fics on @leticheecopae! Tell her Harle sent you ❤
The next update may take 2 to 4 weeks, hopefully not that long but I like to let people know what to expect as I'm writing as I go.
Thank you all for hanging in there with me ❤ your support means a lot!
Story Summary: Steve is dying, but what hurts the most is watching how it's affecting his family, his friends, everyone around him.
Nothing seems to be helping - not his community rallying around him, not magic itself, and not the devoted attention of Eddie Munson. Eddie is a rock and a hurricane in Steve's life. Steve might also be a little bit in love with him.
Then, one day when all other options run out, Eddie introduces him to one Billy Hargrove, and Steve's already-screwed-up life might be taking a turn. But is it for the better or for the more dangerous?
Notes: not all of Steve's chronic issues will be healed. He will always have some disabilities because I ain't about about that 'cure all' shit. They're just saving his life here.
As for the magical pregnancy: it will be in the sequel, so you'll be able to read this as a stand alone if it's a squick for you. I gotchu buddies ❤
Tags: Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Fantasy, What If Stranger Things Was More Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?, Magic Shit, Mentioned Malpractice, Magic Practice, Magical Healing Cock, Future Magical Pregnancy? It's all complicated and Fairy Tale Rumplestiltskin bullshit, Magical Creatures, Demodogs are Hellhounds, Steve is bad sick from an injury, head injuries, Head Injury, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), past Stancy, Tinnitus, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chrissy lived and is living her best life somewhere, mention of cults, Steve's having a bad time but it improves, Steve Needs a Hug, he's gonna get one and more, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve with long hair, I'm running out of ideas for tags so I'll add more later, please suggest tags if you like, slow updates but please comment it helps so much
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stars aligned // Namor/deaf!reader
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chapter 3
Warnings: no warnings in this one
Synopsis: Namor and Namora share an interesting conversation while Thulile gets slightly more comfortable in her captivity.
Word count: 1k 
Additional notes: as a holiday gift to everyone, I decided to post one more chapter for today! I’ll be taking the next few days off for the holiday but I’ll be posting soon! Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!!
Yucatec Maya:
In ajawo’ - my king
ka’a suku’un - cousin
le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti' - the tides of fate will shift for the Kukulkan when the one who defies the siren’s call stands before him
In disculpas - my apologies
ch.1. ch.2. 
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Namor stepped into his private sanctum. Almost every wall was adorned with hand painted murals of his own creations. Namor stepped around his table with different paints and parchments covered in every kind of swatch of various colors. His dark eyes cast down to his wrist, seeing the dark beads he’d picked off his prisoner. His very fascinating prisoner, for a land-dweller. 
“How did she write it…Thulile, that was it,” Namor grumbled to himself. 
Of course he couldn’t forget such a name, it was like something he never had and yet it had his full attention. A fact equally attributed to its holder. Namor would be a fool to ignore that his prisoner was easy on the eyes with a fiery stubbornness to match. But that’s all these were, observations. Nothing more. 
Namor picked up his palette and brush, returning to his latest unfinished mural. However the ancient king wouldn’t be allowed to sink into his focus when one of his prized generals stepped into the hut, announcing her arrival. 
“In ajawo’,” Namora held her hands open in their custom, “may I approach?” 
Namor held a smile, never taking his eyes away from the mural, before nodding, “of course, general. What do you need from me?” 
“We should discuss the prisoner,” Namora said. 
“What of it?” Namor said, pretending to be disinterested. 
“You could not of seen it, in ajawo’,” Namora watched her king carefully, “it is exactly how the prophecy said.” 
The brush in Namor’s gentle hand stopped centimeters from the stone before he placed it back on the palette with a sigh. 
“Not with this again, ka’a suku’un,” Namor placed the palette on the table, “that prophecy was a silly bedtime story, you know this.” 
“How could you say that? Fen saw it for herself, spoke of it on her deathbed,” Namora argued. “le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti'.”
“Yes, I know it just as well,” Namor waved dismissively. 
“Then you see it the same as I do, my king,” Namora placed her hand on the table. “You are not blind, and neither was Fen.” 
Namor smiled cynically, “yes, I can not deny my mother’s dying words, but that still doesn’t change the danger in such fantastical words. The tides will change, that could very well spell the end of Talokanil as we know it. No, I will not risk our people and our home over a silly fairytale.” 
Namora frowned before standing straight once more, “well, I will honor that.” 
“I wish to honor that I do not want to speak of this again,” Namor said, removing the kimoyo beads from his wrist, “prepare a small militia, it’s time to move out.” 
Namora watched as Namor walked past her to exit the hut, “may I ask where we are headed.” 
“Wakanda,” Namor smirked. 
-> 
Back in her cell, Thulile was turning it nearly upside down. She looked in every nook and cranny, looking for a weak point or something to tinker together. After her tireless search, Thulile let out a frustrated wail, throwing her hands up. There was absolutely nothing to be found besides the swinging hammock. 
Next Thulile tried the bars. She tried everything, squeezing between them, prying them open and picking the lock with a small bobby pin that somehow wasn’t washed away. Nothing worked. Thulile let out another wail as she banged against the bars, letting her hang in defeat. Thulile tried her best to calm her breathing but the panic wasn’t going away. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind.
‘So there’s been a secret civilization of blue people at the bottom of the ocean for gods know how long with a king with pointy ears and feathers for feet. What’s tough to understand?’ Thulile thought. 
Too lost in her thoughts, Thulile didn’t realize a woman approached her cell. The masked blue woman looked at Thulile with an amused smile before gently tapping on her hand. Thulile jumped back, throwing her hands up in defense only to see the young servant standing there. The servant giggled at Thulile’s reaction. Thulile looked over the woman, sensing her softer demeanor. 
“You are Thulile, yes?” the woman said kindly. 
Thulile squinted, reading the woman’s lips before nodding. 
“My english is rocky, in disculpas,”the woman gestured to a woven basket she held in her hands, “I’ve been asked to give you these.” 
Thulile watched as the woman placed the basket in front of the bars before stepping back. Thulile looked at the woman again before approaching the basket like an animal scouting out the danger. Thulile pulled the clothes out of the basket and brought them to her chest. Thulile blinked in confusion as the woman opened the palms of her hands, one of the other, and bowed her head. 
“May a KuKulkan bless you, prophesied one,” the woman said. 
The woman smiled and walked away. Thulile, successfully confused, tried to wave the woman down to no avail. Thulile sighed while unfolding the metaphorical olive branch. Thulile blinked in shock seeing it fold out into a dress of intricate details. It was beautifully made, woven in shells and seaglass into beautiful archaic patterns reminiscent of the Maya.  Thulile looked around in disbelief, feeling there had been some sort of mistake. 
‘Is this how they dress all of their prisoners?’ Thulile thought. 
Nevertheless, she needed to get out of her soaked clothes. Taking another gaze around to make sure there weren’t any prying eyes, Thulile began to undress down to her undergarments. Thulile couldn’t help the shiver that cast over her body giving way to gooseflesh. Quickly Thulile threw on the dress, grateful for its long sleeves and how it dropped down to her ankles. Thulile twisted around, nodding at the craftsmanship. 
Thulile twisted her locs hair up into a messy bun as her mind replayed the servant’s strange words. She spoke of a prophecy, more than that, that she herself was prophesied. Thulile felt her mind become dizzy before collapsing back on the hammock. 
‘Madder and madder it gets…Bast, make sense of this mess.’ 
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thefreelanceangel · 17 days
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"I've seen... something in Eulmore. Not what used to be there, but I saw it then, too. They always let me visit because my novels were popular with everyone there. You never really see it directly? But..."
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"I asked around, too, and sometimes when I asked if they'd seen a multi-colored vii, they'd get real pale. One guard, he got killed by a sin eater, said he always saw that thing when somebody came in crying. He said he glanced up and saw it waving down at him."
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"It really seemed to like the Understory most of all, and I think... that's probably because it was the worst place in the city."
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"Every time it showed up, every time I saw it, I knew somebody would have a nasty thing done to them. Like once? I was in the Understory, but no one saw me because you know how pixies are. I just wanted to get some details on armor because I was writing another novel for Eulmore. And I saw someone being brought down crying and all covered in ink and they were really upset because their patron gave them the dress that got ruined. I looked up past them and I saw it kicking its heels back and forth."
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"Leti-Mao, that lady I told you about? The dancer? She knew what I meant when I asked and she said she'd seen it in other places, too. Usually when she went to a party her patron threw and he told her to go home with somebody else. That's when she'd see it in the Canopy."
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"I don't know what it is, Kona, but if you see it, you leave it alone. It's nasty. ...no, I... I don't think it's dangerous, but it's definitely nasty. Like eating bad fruit. I don't think being around it at all would do anyone any good."
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leti666bigboss · 1 year
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featuring: the majority of karasuno
genre: crack ?
warnings: none
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supercalime · 16 days
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I’ve been lurking in the 911 tags for only a week and I’m already exhausted of most b*ddie shippers holy shit
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snail-eggs · 5 months
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plots/synopses:
Famous Last Words:
Astarion/Tav (OFC)
Ever since she can remember, Nyra has led a lonesome life fueled by her desire for flesh. To sink her teeth into it and rip it from the bone, feeling the pulse of her poor victim beating against her mouth. She lives drifting from place to place, giving in to this ravenous hunger that controls her, leaving nothing but devastation in her wake. But Nyra yearns for something else; a connection that she cannot quite place and it is only when she meets fellow eater Astarion that she finds it.
It terrifies her, this intimacy. It is a thing she never thought she would know in her lifetime and yet here it is, in the form of the pale elf.
Together, they traverse the country and fall into their gruesome routine, finding themselves becoming closer. Inseparable. A sense of normalcy and comfort washes over them that Nyra can't seem to settle into. Something is out there, watching them, and at every stop, she can feel it getting closer.
Film:
Gaz/OFC
It hurts. 2,191 days later and it still hurts. Juno Connors is haunted by the death of her best friend. Haunted by his unfinished documentary that Juno refuses to let die along with him.
But it has proved difficult. The subject---washed-up skating legend, Ronnie Allen; her best friend's childhood hero who suddenly went missing sometime in the early 90s---is less than cooperative. She spends months in London trying to get him to cooperate and she gets nothing for it in return. Nothing of value, nothing to make all the dollars and time spent worth it.
Until she meets a young sergeant, that is.
Juno meets Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and sets herself on a course for healing through this newfound intimacy. It makes her think that, just maybe, she can finish this fucking documentary and never have to face Ronnie Allen again.
Everything is Copy:
Konig/OFC
Letizia was always told to write what she knows. So what if it isn't exactly her she's writing about---so what if the subject of her most successful novel to date has a thing or two to say about it. She lived it with him, she has every right.
But when he writes her a letter, wanting to meet and discuss what she's done, Leti is floored. She meets him again and old wounds open up, feelings thought to be long gone and buried resurface. This has to mean she won't go and do it again, right?
Everything is fair game. Everything is copy.
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noemyreads · 8 months
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the wind knows my name - isabel allende
no, we’re not lost. the wind knows my name. and yours too.
writing about this book was a very difficult mission. I found the story incredibly beautiful, but also VERY sad. it got to a point in the history where I could only pray to heaven that nothing bad would happen anymore (and it did).
it was my first contact with the author and with the genre, I can say that it was a great surprise, this book has become one of my favorites. the story is very well written and the characters are very endearing, I always wanted to continue to know their fate.
we begin with the story of the adlers, a jewish family residing in vienna during the nazi occupation. after a sequence of horrors, samuel adler's mother decides to send him on one of the trains that took jewish children from germany, from that, his story as an orphan of war begins.
we also met lety, a child who lived in el salvador. due to an illness, she needs to leave her village to seek treatment, she travels with her father and is hospitalized until she is well, when it comes the day to her father pick her up to return to the village, he arrives informing her that they will never return there, instead they will start a life in the united states. she never returned to el salvador.
the next character that is presented, selena duran, is a social worker who works on the magnolia project, a project focused on offering legal support to immigrants trying to enter the united states, she seeks lawyers to be volunteers in the cases of families that are separated during this process. she meets frank, a lawyer willing to work on the case of a child who is in the united states and has lost contact with his mother.
and lastly, we will meet anita, a child who was caught crossing the mexico/us border. soon they were separated and anita lost contact with her mother. she had to stay in different homes with nothing but her imagination and the hope of finding her mother again.
the stories take place in different time periods, but they all connect eventually.
although the characters are fictional, the story is not, all the characters came from a real and horrific history. the reading was very emotional, for several moments I found myself crying, it's impossible not to root for these strong and courageous characters. I was able to know certain events that I had no idea of ​​existence. anyway, I will definitely read other books by isabel allende, I loved it. 5/5 and favourite
brazilian pt review:
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ashesandhackles · 5 months
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@hprecfest Day 7 - A canon compliant fic
empire builders by shecrows
Explicit. Underage. James/Sirius.
This fic exploded into the Prongsfoot fandom and boy was I lucky to come across this! This is what I need from James x Sirius fics: two boys so in love with each other, so codependent that you understand each other's cues very well but are also inclined to misread them through lens of your own insecurities.
Summary:
Say, James, he rehearses in his head. Remember that time we were both roaring drunk at the end of term, and you put your cock in my mouth, and I came so hard I still get tingly thinking about it? Was that just a one off, d’you think, or did you want to do it again sometime? He blows out a cloud of smoke, releasing a thready little peal of laughter. “Fuck me,” Sirius mutters, and swallows. “Fuck. Shitting Christ.” James, Sirius, and a summer in the south of Devon.
2. something so tender (i can't explain) by @incalculablepower
Ron/Hermione.
Filled with such gorgeous turns of phrases and rendering Hermione's voice and her love for Ron with such softness and ease, but also retaining the girl we see from Harry's lens: pragmatic strategist.
Summary:
Is this the moment?
3. January 30th, 1975 (Happy Birthday Lily) by @thedreamermusing
Severus & Lily
Dreamer really leans into the "his soul and mine are made of the same thing" vibe with Severus and Lily in this oneshot, and I always favour that interpretation. This Lily is edgy, like her son.
Summary:
Lily Evans turns fifteen in Cokeworth. She almost hates it.
4. The Son by @perverse-idyll
Regulus & Sirius.
Sirius running away - through Regulus' point of view. Regulus' voice here is so sharply drawn, filled with both unwilling (love &) admiration and easy resentment of his brother.
Summary:
First there were two sons. Then there was one.
5. Walking Tough by @yletylyf
What I appreciate most about Lety is her characterisation: she writes Snape's vulnerabilities as well as his little hypocrisies and cognitive dissonances. This is a teen Snape I can get behind!
Summary:
Severus navigates the perils of a magical education at Hogwarts and the dangers of war-torn Britain while clinging to a friendship that he believes is all he has. His path to Voldemort was, perhaps, inevitable.
6. Sweet Summer Scents by @bluethepineapple
This fic lays out - in quite unsettling way - the way Hermione has to straddle two worlds, and how she feels more and more separate from the world she has grown up in, the world of her parents. The fact that this is set in the summer before 6th year makes it even more striking - because by summer of next one, she would have erased her parents' memories.
Summary:
What haunted her most however was the suffocating fear and pain that leached through the tiniest nooks of what little she remembered. The tears, the shakes, the vomit - the blotted ink and broken quill. These she retained in picture-perfect quality, so much that it was as if the pain never left, only turned into the spectre that followed her home.
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ill-s1on · 10 months
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SEO JIYE (서지예), also known by her professional stage name AURA, is a fictional south korean singer and performer. she is the latest member to join sm entertainment's girl group, aespa. aura made her official debut on july 8th, 2022, with the release of the mini-album "girls". prior to her debut, she appeared in numerous cameos in music videos of aespa and other artists under the agency.
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