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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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summertime sadness .4.

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Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: You settle into your new job but can’t get too comfortable.

Note: Okey, dokey. Here’s the fun part (for me at least). Still tryna figure out how exactly this one will pan out by part 6 but we’re all having a ride together, eh. Thanks everyone for their support and I love you all! 💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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It had only been a few weeks since your last visit to the university but it felt longer as you walked onto campus. Just as planned, you were due to meet Bucky in his office. He texted you as you rode the subway. He was eager to start his ‘marking’. You smirked and wondered how long he’d last at that.

You entered the English Building, the elevator back in service and empty. Not many instructors were in their offices on a Saturday and most students were hungover or readying for another party. You knocked on Bucky’s door before you entered. He had a stack of essays on his desk as he sat behind them listlessly.

“Finally,” He said.

“I slept in.” You replied. “For the first time in a week.”

“Then you’ll have lots of energy,” He reached below his desk, the sound of his zipper discernible beneath it. “I’ve got about forty papers here.”

“Forty? And how many do you think you’ll get to?”

“Knowing that mouth, maybe one.” He snickered. “Come on, baby, I’m rock hard over here.”

He rolled his chair back as you neared and set your purse down behind his desk. He slapped your ass and you got to your knees. You grinned up at him as you ducked under his desk and gripped his thighs as he pushed closer. You pulled down his briefs and his cock sprung out. He groaned and grabbed his pen.

“Fuck,” He swore under his breath. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this, baby.”

“You’ve got marking to do,” You reprimanded and stroked him. “Now get to work.”

You stretched your lips over his tip and he groaned. He slid closer and you could hear the clumsy scratching of his pen on paper. As he reached the back of your throat, his leg twitched. You pushed past your gag reflex and he nearly choked. You pulled back and felt the shiver in him.

“Mmm,” He hummed and flipped a page. “Just like that.”

The sloppy sounds of your mouth added to the flutter above, the scribbles of ink. You bobbed your head steadily, every now and then forcing him to your limit and holding him there. And then you stopped as a knock came at the door. You both froze.

“Shit,” He pushed himself against the desk entirely and trapped you underneath it. The front shielded you from view on the other side. “Keep going.”

“Buck---”

“Slowly, quietly.” He grabbed his dick and slapped it against your lips. “Now.” He cleared his throat and shoved your head down as he glided into your mouth again. “Come in.” He called and the door opened.

Your eyes widened as he pulled his hand away. You carefully dragged your tongue along his length.

“Hey,” He greeted in a smooth tone. “Tanya.”

“Sorry to disturb,” His visitor replied. ��I was just grabbing some stuff from my office and I just remembered I still had this.”

A thump sounded on the top of the desk as you slobbered down his cock.

“Thanks,” He said and squeezed his legs around you. “I almost forgot myself if I’m being honest.”

“I owe you one,” She said. You recognized her voice. She taught the other section of journalism, though you had her for a social movements class in your first year. “Maybe a drink. I could hang around til you finish with those.”

“Ah, you know, I wish I could,” He lamented. “But I promised a buddy I’d swing around to watch the game.”

You kept from gagging and held your breath, afraid to give yourself away.

“You don’t seem like the sports type,” She countered.

“Not really but a few beers and I am,” He dismissed her easily.

“You sure you’re not avoiding me?” Her toe tapped impatiently just on the other side of the desk.

“Avoiding you?” He chuckled. A slight quaver in his voice as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Why would I be doing that?”

“Well… Ever since our little… you know…” She hesitated to say it aloud.

“I thought we agreed that it was just a little fun.” He said and you stopped suddenly. He nudged you with his toe and you wrapped your lips around him once more. “A drunken bit of fun.”

“Hmmm…” She sounded disappointed. “You free tomorrow?”

“Sorry, maybe next weekend,” He said. “But I really gotta finish here.”

“Okay, okay,” She accepted with a trill. “We’ll sort out a time then.”

“Sure,” He confirmed unconvincingly. “Next weekend. See ya.”

“Bye,” Her voice was cheerier as her heels clicked back across the floor and the door opened and closed once more.

You tried to pull away but he caught your head and held you down as he emptied himself down your throat. You choked and smacked at his thigh as he cupped his sac with his other hand. He left your mouth salty and sore as he slipped out and rolled back with a sigh.

You spit his cum into your hand and crawled out from under the desk. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, I had to-- fuck, I almost came with her right there.” He grabbed a tissue and handed it to you.

“You could’ve warned me,” You wiped your hand off with a grimace. “What was that anyway? Did you fuck her?”

“Why? You jealous?” He cleaned himself up and zipped up his pants.

“No,” You rolled your eyes. “But I did just suck you off within two feet of her as she obviously wanted to do the same.”

He laughed and pushed his shoulders back. “It was months ago. Before… us. There was a conference, there was wine, and I regret it.” He sighed. “And she looks back on it fondly but… lots of teeth and she was stiff as a fucking board.”

“Wow,” You said dryly and wiped your mouth. “You know, I’m barely surprised.”

“This… thing between you and I, it’s not--”

“It’s just a bit of fun. Trust me, I get it. I haven’t got time for anything but.” You tossed the kleenex in the small bin beside his desk. “Right? That’s what it is?”

“So much fun,” He assured you. “You wanna hang around till I’m finished?”

“Thought you already were,” You jibed. His brow furrowed and you grinned. “Sure,” You pulled up a chair. “I got nothing better to do.”

“Well, don’t sound so excited,” He said. “Besides, I might need some more help sooner than later.”

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You scribbled along the margin of your agenda and dropped the pen. The keys clacked beneath your fingers as you typed up a manic sentence. Your screen glowed back at you as the seconds ticked by with each letter. So enthralled by your task that the speck in your peripheral gave you a start.

You leaned back and turned your chair to face the man watching you. Loki’s lithe fingers swept up your golden pen and he admired the engraved letters beneath the fluorescent light. You watched him nervously as you pushed yourself away from your keyboard.

“Mr. Laufeyson.” You greeted him meekly. “I am just finishing the blurb you wanted.”

“Hard at work, as always,” He mused as he carefully set the pen back on your desk. “A beautiful pen…”

“A gift,” You smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I hate to interrupt you so I will let you finished,” His fingers brushed along your desk and he leaned on it as he casually cross his right leg in front of the other. “But when you have, I would like a moment in my office before you leave for the day.”

“Of course,” You affirmed. “It shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”

“As you will,” He stood straight and smoothed his jacket and buttoned it. “Then you are free to enjoy your weekend.”

“Okay,” You nodded and he turned away.

You watched him go, his strides long but lingering as he retreated to his office. The usual crowd had thinned out and Stacey was readying for her own departure. You spun back to your computer and resumed your work. Your second week down and not a stumble yet. You dared to be proud of yourself. Even, to be happy.

Another weekend ahead of you and you weren’t entirely excited. You liked being in the office; liked working with the other journalists, writers, and editors. Enjoyed your chance to shadow one of the most powerful men in New York publishing. And he had achieved it all at such a young age. You could only hope to achieve as much in the next fifteen years.

It was more than a bullet point for your resume, it was your own paradise.

So you finished up your blurb and attached it to an email. You logged out and packed up your agenda and pen beside your laptop. You pushed your chair in as you hooked your bag over your shoulder and trod tentatively to Loki’s office. You knocked on the open door and he looked away from his screen.

“Ah, there you are,” He beckoned you in with a wave. “Close the door behind you, please.”

You glanced back into the main office and did as he said. You stepped inside and sat across from him, your bag set down against the leg of the chair. His green eyes focused on you and he tilted his head as he absently traced his fingers over his phone. You fidgeted as you struggled not to shy away.

“I just wanted to check in,” He said. “And I was recently reviewing your references.”

“My references?” You wondered.

“Mmm,” He hummed. “Your professors speak highly of you. One of the reasons I even considered a second year, let alone one who had so suddenly changed majors, was a certain word on your behalf.”

“Okay?” You were confused and gripped the arms of the chair as you blinked at him dumbly.

“James Barnes has earned his tenure at the university and on occasion, he has written pieces for my own magazine. A respectable writer, admirable in his work both in teaching and otherwise. And when he proposed this workshop, the tours, I thought it was a charming idea. He proved me right so I had no doubt when he spoke to me of you.”

You gulped but said nothing. Your stomach churned and you brought your hands together and wrung them.

“You see,” He lifted his phone and blindly unlocked it. “You have lived up to his reference and your work is commendable…” He smirked as he flicked a finger across the screen. “But I still questions the veracity of his endorsement as I find his integrity has come into doubt.”

He set his phone down and slid it across the desk. He nodded for you to pick it up. You slid forward on your chair and took it. Your lips parted in horror as you stared at the screen. It was you and Bucky in the bookshop, your lips locked and his arms wrapped around you. You looked up, mortified, as the phone shook in your grasp.

“I…” The breath went out of you and you put the phone back on the desk before it could fall. “How did you--”

“It’s a quaint little shop.” He purred. “I venture in every now and then.”

You chewed your lip as your cheeks burned.

“You do realize that this could be… damaging. To you more than him.” He stood slowly and came around the desk to stand before you. “He has tenure, he is established. You, my dear, you’re barely getting started.”

You gaped up at him. The pet name unsettled you and you wiped your sweaty hands on your thighs.

“And aside from the ethical dilemma, I do wonder what a girl your age sees in a man his age. Especially when your work speak so boldly on its own.”

You shook your head, speechless.

“Surely there are boys your own age who would be delighted to offer you… companionship.”

“I never… I would never use him like that.” You insisted. “It’s all… my work. My own work.”

“Oh, I know it, dear,” He said as his lips curled. “But to risk that work on him? On an affair better fit to a dime store erotica?”

“Are you-- Are you going to report him? Me?” You asked. “Am I fired?”

“Well,” He leaned on the desk, his long fingers gripped it’s edge as he leered down at you. “That depends on you, my dear.”

“Me?” You squeaked.

“Oh yes, this is a very powerful secret, don’t you think?” He slithered. “And in our business, well, it would sell.”

“What do you want?” You asked.

He pushed himself away from the desk and reached to tickle your cheek. His fingers crawled along your chin and he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I haven’t yet made up my mind,” He bent so that his face was only inches from yours. “But when I do, my dear, you will appease me, won’t you?”

You shuddered but didn’t pull away. You were too frightened. A lock of his dark hair fell forward as his pale skin shone sinister in the lamp light. His green eyes bore into yours and you wanted desperately too look away.

“Y-yes,” You stammered weakly. “I--I will.”

“Very good,” He drew away slowly. “Now, darling, go enjoy your weekend.” He scooped up his phone and tucked it in his pocket. “And give the professor my regards.”

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ad1thi · 4 years

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life (you only get one of them): chapter 3

-my zindagi na milengi dobara au

Summary: in college, Steve, Sam and Bucky made a promise. 3 weeks, 3 activities, 3 boys and the country of Spain. 15 years later, Sam is getting married and its time for them to make good on that promise, to give him the send-off of the century. But between Sam’s conflicted feelings over his engagement, unresolved tension that threatens to break up the trio; Bucky’s secret agenda and Steve’s workaholic tendencies - it definitely promises to be a trip they’ll never forget

ive changed the name of the fic and upped the chapter count (again - because im super indecisive) but i hope yall enjoy this!! (fyi - the chapter count is just going to keep going up until i get an idea how exactly this fic is going to pan out - so bear with me please)

@rxmanoff made this and this to go with part 1 and part 2 of this fic (which is just the most amazing thing ever) so go give it (and her) some love!!

Bucky generally revelled in being right, usually overloading it over people with a smug smirk that he could never shake off his face

Now however - looking as another frown added itself to Sam’s already wrinkled face because Steve had made them stop yet again so he could take “a very important call James - can you just pull over please” - now he wasn’t really happy to be right

He’d only been half joking when he’d said that Steve was going to be a workaholic during the trip, but a drive that was supposed to only be half an hour’s turned into a 3 hour affair - and Sam really shouldn’t be this stressed out during his bachelor trip

So when Sam says, “I wish someone would just throw your phone out the window,” Bucky doesn’t think - he grabs Steve’s phone mid conversation and lobs it out of the window

There’s terse silence in the car, for all of 10 seconds before Sam pulls over and Steve starts yelling

“What the fuck? What the FUCK? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Bucky’s half certain that cupping his ear to protect them from Steve’s growing decibels isn’t going to help the situation, so he keeps them by his side, “what the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

Bucky shrugs, “It’s Sam’s bachelor trip. What he says goes. He wanted the phone out the window so I -” he mimics throwing the phone out, which is obviously the wrong thing to do because Steve lunges for his neck and its only a calculated hand on the car-door and a tumble onto the road that saves him

“I get that your life is very happy go lucky,” Steve mimes quotations, “but some of us work for a living. That was a call to the Japanese Prime Minister chutiya - and you fucking threw my phone out of the window”

Steve points towards the bushes, “go get my phone”

Bucky cocks his head, “come again?”

Steve shakes his outstretched hand, “you threw it in the fucking bushes - now go get my fucking phone?”

“Are you - what - Sam?” Bucky fumbles for words, “go get your phone, are you crazy?”

Steve sits down on the road, legs crossed over one another, “I’m not moving until you get my phone. Go get my phone Barnes”

Bucky looks at Sam meaningfully, “are you going to do anything about this?”

Sam sends a prayer up to whatever deity is overlooking his bachelor trip, pinching the skin between his eyes, “Steve get off the damn road man, Bucky will buy you a new phone. Bucky I uh -” he sighs, “I have no words man. Who throws someone’s phone?”

“Look guys this is my bachelor party, I get that you have this very amazing lifelong rivalry - but you love me right? You care about me right?” he looks at them until they both grumble and nod, “okay good. So can you put aside your differences and just give me a good bachelor party? Please?”

Steve sighs and pushes himself off the ground, wiping the pieces of tarmac off his chinos, “Course we can buddy,” he swings his arm around Sam and pulls him in - locking eyes with Bucky over his head, “but you still owe me a phone”

“So what exactly are we doing here?” Steve asks, desperate for a way to cut through the tension that’s blown up and settled itself in the car like another passenger

Sam reverses and steps out, pointing to the ocean with a flourish, “my dudes - we’re going deep sea diving”

Instantly, Steve’s face curls up like he’s had something sour, “is this trip designed to torture me? First he throws away my phone and now deep sea diving - Wilson you know I don’t do well in water, what if I drown?”

Sam opens his mouth to reply, but the actual response comes from behind them, “well if you drown then I won’t be doing my job very well”

The three whirl around at once, to face a smiling Tony

“Hi,” Tony says, extending his hand, “I’m Tony Stark - your instructor. I’ve already met Bucky, and you must be Steve,” he smoothly steps between them to address Sam, “which must make you the groom of the hour”

Sam mock salutes, “Sam Wilson at your service. We spoke on the phone?”

Tony nods to a small hut behind him, “wetsuits are in there - everybody go get changed and I’ll meet you out here in five”

Sam and Bucky take off by some mutual unspoken decision to race, but Steve stays rooted in his spot - startling when he feels someone touch his bicep

“Hey,” Tony says softly, “nothing’s going to happen to you okay? I promise.”

“I just met you,” Steve says wryly, but he flashes Tony a grateful smile and goes to get his wetsuit

Bucky and Sam splash into the water with the maturity of five year olds, but they also dutifully look the other way when Tony extends his hand and helps Steve into the shallow water - so he can maybe forgive them

“Okay,” Tony says when they’re all in the water, “for today - I just want everyone to get used to the water. Splash around a bit, get your hair wet - make yourself feel comfortable. I want you to try and work through any nerves that any of you may have, get through any questions that have been weighing down on you - and then we’ll break for food. After, I’m going to teach you how to talk underwater”

Tony winks at Steve, and it momentarily distracts him, just long enough for Tony to bend down and splash water in his face

Bucky takes this as his cue to swipe a leg under Sam’s and make him fall down on his back - and then its every man for himself

Steve has no time to dwell on his fear, because he’s too busy trying to enact revenge - but then Tony looks over at him with a soft smile, and Steve looks track of his mind a little bit

He finds it when Sam roars up from underneath the water and gets his entire left side wet, but he’s too busy laughing to be freaking out about anything

Later, when they break for food and Tony nudges him good-naturedly before grabbing a sandwich and sitting down, he wonders if that was Tony’s plan all along

tbc

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#stevetony #superhusbands #steve x tony #steve/tony #steve rogers/tony stark #my writing #zindagi na milengi dobara au #bollywood but make it gay #mixed!tony stark #desi!steve rogers #fem! rhodey #desi! sam wilson #desi! bucky barnes #steve rogers & sam wilson & bucky barnes

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comeofage1 · 6 years

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A to Z Book Rec Tag

Thank you to the lovely @that-quirky-girl for tagging me, she recognises the book weakness in me. These books are all linked on goodreads, where I have an account, linked HERE.

# - #Junkie and #Rev by Cambria Hebert

A - Adorkable by Sarra Manning

Adulthood is a Myth by Sarah Andersen

Adulting 101 by Lisa Henry

Alan Partridge: Nomad by Alan Partridge (Steve Coogan)

The Alex Crow by Andrew Smith

All the Single Ladies by Jane Costello

And Call me in the Morning by Willa Okati

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake

Austenland by Shannon Hale

B - The Backup Boyfriend by River Jaymes

Beauty by Robin McKinley

The Best Corpse for the Job by Charlie Cochrane

Between Ghosts by Garrett Leigh

Big Mouth, Ugly Girl by Joyce Carol Oates

Blame it on the Mistletoe by Eli Easton

Blood Magic by Tessa Gratton

Bone Gap by Laura Ruby

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne

Breakfast at Tiffanys by Truman Capote

Breathe by Sloane Parker

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Bridesmaids by Jane Costello

Brighton Rock by Graham Green

C - Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan

The Catastrophic History of You and Me by Jessica Rothenburg

Caught! by JL Merrow

Chain Reaction by Simone Elkeles

Chance to be King by Sue Brown

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

The Christmasaurus by Tom Fletcher

The Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis

Cinder by Marissa Meyer

Clear Water by Amy Lane

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein

Cold War by Keira Andrews

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black

Collide by Riley Hart

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

Corkscrewed by MJ O’Shea

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

Crossroads by Riley Hart

The Crucible by Arthur Miller

Crush by Richard Siken

D - The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

Dash & Lily’s book of Dares by Rachel Cohn

Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney

Devoted by Sierra Riley

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy

E - Eclipsed by Dominic Holland

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

Emma - Jane Austen

Epic Fail - Claire LaZebnik

The Epic Love Story of Doug and Stephen by Valerie Z Lewis

Every Move he Makes by Barbara Elsborg

Evolution, Me & Other Freaks of Nature by Robin Brande

F - Fairest by Gail Carson Levine

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by JK Rowling

Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

Filthy Little Secret by Devon McCormack

Fish Out Of Water by Amy Lane

Fish Stick Fridays by Rhys Ford

Flash Burnout by LK Madigan

Flawless by Lara Chapman

Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman

From What I Remember by Stacy Kramer

The Future of Us by Jay Asher

G - Gangsta Rap by Benjamin Zephaniah :

Girl on the Run by Jane Costello

Glass Tidings by Amy Jo Cousins

Goodbye Days by Jeff Zentner

Goodnight Mister Tom by Michelle Magorian

Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

H - Harry Potter by JK Rowling

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Haunting Violet by Alyxandra Harvey

The Heart of Texas by RJ Scott

Heidi by Johanna Spyri

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

Helping Hand by Jay Northcote

A Hero at the End of the World by Erin Claiborne

Him by Sarina Bowen

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Holly Lane by Toni Blake

Hostile Ground by LA Witt

Hot Head by Damon Suede

Hottie Scotty and Mr Porter by R Cooper

How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by JC Lillis

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese

Hunting Lila by Sarah Alderson

Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick

I - I Love the 80s by Megan Crane

If Only in My Dreams by Keira Andrews

Illegal Contact by Santino Hassell

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

Inseparable by Chris Scully

An Inspector Calls by JB Priestley

J - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Just Listen by Sarah Dessen

K - A Kiss in Time by Alex Flinn

Know Not Why by Hannah Johnson

L - Law of Attraction by Jay Northcote

Leaving Paradise by Simone Elkeles

Liam Davis & The Raven by Anyta Sunday

Light from the Dark by Mercy Celeste

Lima Oscar Victor Echo and the Truth about Everything by Suki Fleet

The Little Book of Vegan Poems by Benjamin Zephaniah

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

M - Mark Cooper versus America by Lisa Henry

Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood

Me and Mr Darcy by Alexandra Potter

Merry Christmas Mr Miggles by Eli Easton

Midwinter Night’s Dream by Eli Easton

More than This by Patrick Ness

Motel. Pool. by Kim Fielding

Mrs Warren’s Profession by Bernard George Shaw

My Love Lies Bleeding by Alyxandra Harvey

My Single Friend by Jane Costello

N - The Nearly-weds by Jane Costello

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn

North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

North of Beautiful by Justina Chen

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

The Nothingness of Ben by Brad Boney

Noticed Me Yet? by Anyta Sunday

Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman

Off Base by Annabeth Albert

Open Tackle by LC Chase

Out of the Blue by Sophie Cameron

P - Passing Through by Jay Northcote

Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Peter Pan by JM Barrie

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

Pressure Head by JL Merrow

Pride and Modern Prejudice by AJ Michaels

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

Private Eye by SE Culpepper

Promised Land by Adam Reynolds

Promises by Marie Sexton

Pushing the Limits by Katie McGarry

Q - The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen

R - Rattlesnake by Kim Fielding

Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

Rock Solid by Riley Hart

Roughing the Passer by Alison Hendricks

S - The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Shiny by Amy Lane

Shrinking Violet by Danielle Joseph

Shut your Face, Anthony Pace by Claire Davis

Silent by Sara Alva

Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Skellig by David Almond

Skin Deep by Laura Jarratt

Slam! by JL Merrow

The Sleeper and the Spindle by Neil Gaiman

Sock it to me, Santa! by Madison Parker

Someday by Sierra Riley

Songs of Innocence and of Experience by William Blake

Spencer Cohen by NR Walker

Splintered by SJD Peterson

Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Starter for Ten by David Nicholls

Station Eleven by Emily St John Mandel

Stay With Me by SE Harmon

Strong Side by Alison Hendricks

Sugar Creek by Toni Blake

Superhero by Eli Easton

T - The Tales of Beedle the Bard by JK Rowling

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte

This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab

The Time of Our Lives by Jane Costello

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Tonight by Karen Stivali

Turkey in the Snow by Amy Lane

The Two Gentlemen of Altona by Lisa Henry

U - Unwrapping Hank by Eli Easton

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

V - The Vintners Luck by Elizabeth Knox

W - Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

The Walls of Troy by LA Witt

The Waste Land and Other Poems by TS Eliot

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

We were Feminists Once by Andi Zeisler

A Weekend With Mr Darcy by Victoria Connelly

Where he ends and I Begin by C Cardeno

Where the Lovelight Gleams by Kiera Andrews

Whiskey Business by Avon Gale

The Wish List by Jane Costello

Wonder by RJ Palacio

X - X-It by Jane George

Y - Y: The Last Man by Brian K Vaughan

You Against Me by Jenny Downham

Z - Zero at the Bone by Jane Seville

#Its longgggggggggggggg dudes #Amber I am sorry it took so long I couldn't narrow down so #this is the thing I made

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ramrodd · 5 years

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COMMENTARY:

My problem with the NYTimes has always been its smug self-righteousness in the face of a not entirely reliable grasp of universal truth or the current existential stream of event's connection with mistakes it made since i began paying attention to it during the '60's. I am an Eisenhower Republican, so I grew up with Stars&Stripes, which, at the time, considered Paul Harvey a closet liberal. Like Rush Limbaugh, Paul Harvey never got the memo on Will Rogers that even the NYTimes continues to embrace from his presence on Broadway.

But it's a NYTimes version of Will Rogers. For people who believe that cultural appropriation is "a Black THANG: you wouldn't get it" and that they invented the phenomena, there used to be a subset of the East Side smart set who could, and did do, rope tricks at the drop of a Stetson. It's sort of fun, the first time you see it (although, when a naked Pan Am stew does it, it never loses it's first time out of the box quality).

And that's my problem with the NYTimes: they don't realized how badly they have been corrupted by the transnatonal criminal consortium Steve Bannon and Newt Gingrich represent. NBC has been thuroughly in the bag for the Koch brother's Dark Money since Newt Gingrich crushed Connie Chung's career for practicing journalism and the trend of the NYTime editorial has been constantly rightward more or less in line with David Brooks (not David Brock) constant, but oh, so, gentle push into editorial Fascism more or less aligned with Mick Mulaney, Tucker Carlson and Steve Bannon.

David Brooks (not David Brock) is an example of the wolf in sheep's clothing Paul discusses with Timothy (i and II Timothy are probably the most authentically Pauline of the epistles of a happy, same sex, couple. To deny the LGBGT Christian legitimacy is to deny that Paul is a raging faggot, not to put to fine a point on it. Pedophile, in fact, in the clinical sense of the word. Growing up in the 50's until i could drive, I was acutely aware of the older men omnipresent in Southern white society trolling for twinks and pre-twinks. Especially in the Boy Scouts: Scout Masters, I mean, the Order of the Eagle was like Yale's Skull and Bones circle jerk. Life at the YMCA.

And St. Paul is one of those guys. That's his "thorn in the flesh". Pro-Life Evangelicals and the Catholic Church refuse to even appoach the subject, but, if you want to understand the subtext of the National Review and how Gore Vidal goaded Bill Bennett into outing himself. It's why all the white crypto-Nazis like Newt Gingrich and David Brooks (not David Brock) have migrated to the Catholic Church and why Pope Benedict is subverting, if not actively sabotaging, the Liberation Gospel of Pope Francis in favor of Steve Bannon's Salvation Gospel and his 7 verticles of Supply Side economics.

Never forget that Steve Bannon's agenda, like John Galt's, is to dismantle the administrative state.

The problem for me is that the NYTimes has never understood how it has become a useful idiot for Steve Bannon's agenda. The proof is in the enthusiastic agreement Tom Freidman had with Steve Bannon regarding China on the Squawk show.

And, in small way, this all comes down to Israel. I happen to agree with Avigdor Lieberman that Netanyahu and Jared Kushner are engaged in a fraudulent "peace process" that is just another land grab for the Haredim. My opinion has been that Netanyahu's political career has been built on the valor he is stealing from his brother and the murder of Yikzhak Rabin by the Haredim, which is a terrorist organization and the Jewish counter-part to Hamas, although the Haredim, as a sociologically distinct cultural subset that can date itself back to the time when David cut off the dicks of 100 palestinians who happened to be neighbors for a dowry. These are the same people who stoned Stephen because they are still doing it in the same way they capped Yikzhak Rabin, not the first Prophet for Peace they had cut down.

Avigdor Lieberman is the way forward for Israel. A two state confederation is the solution conservative but realistic kibbutz embrace. They recognize that Netanyahu's delights in the charms of the Warsaw Ghetto are not sufficient justification to recreate it in Gaza and the West Bank. The Haredim refuse to participate in the larger cultural fabric of Israel and there is no reason to include them in the government. These are the people who burned the food stores in Jerusalem in 70 and then ran off to Madasa when their own children began to show up on the menu. These people have been bad neighbors since they dammed up the Jordan and came out of the wilderness wth death and destruction in their wake and it's time they consider the nature of the God they are cuddling up to so passionately.

Steve Bannon is the front man for a domestic enemy that Jared Kushner is trying to export to Israel. In terms of the Mueller Report, Jared Kushner is the Dybbuk in the Office of the First Family. And until Donald Duck Ass keeps his promise to Chairman Kim to get a GI haircut and implements Lady Trump and Tradoc's Task Force Δ, he will be Steve Bannon's bitch.

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