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whalyrae · 1 year
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I had my 5683873th insomnia of the yeah so I finally finished reading Sorcery Of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson this night and I LOVED IT !!!
Love the world she builds with the books who are alive and everything, also the story and the characters are so amazing too. It's rare when I like a girl mc tbh, Elisabeth is not the cliché Mary sue imo, not the skinny, brown hair/eyes, small, weak girl etc... she's strong and independent and powerful and funny too ! omg I love her !! and ofc the boys... please Nathaniel and Silas.... i'm on my knees for them.... I love sarcastic and tsundere bisexual boys... I'm weak. (ahem yoongi ahem-)
I also LOVED the dynamic between Elisabeth, Nathaniel and Silas too ! They were so funny sometimes, but also caring with each other in their own way, respectful of each other boundaries. Maybe I think that the relationship between Elisabeth and Nathaniel evolve a little too faster and suddenly ? but that's in my opinion bc I kinda love slow burn....
I'm sad they didn't end up in a poly relationship tho they were clearly all so in love with each other  😔 but that's the slutty addict poly writer/reader that I am who speaks rn....
Anyway highly recommend it ! 16/20 !
I'll definitely buy Mysteries of Thorn Manor in June when it'll be available in french!! I already miss them 🥹 
My next book is The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon ! I'm so excited to read it !
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sunshinemage · 11 months
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The girls are home!!!
Mouette and Noisette 💙💙💙
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cipher-fresh · 4 months
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Did Eleven ever tell Amy and Rory’s parents that they’re alive in the past? Or did they just go missing a few weeks after a third of the human population had heart attacks?
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angelsanarchy · 9 months
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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 01 -> CH 02
"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" "I'm embracing the horrors that make up my life, remember?"
A year ago Jack was being checked into a mental health facility by his best friend. He didn't resist. He felt like he had lost his mind in the process of losing his parents, his childhood dog, his fiancee and the baby she was carrying, along with things that weren't as important like his home in California and his job for the magazine. He had officially lost everything and the only thing that was keeping him tethered to life was Shanda. She refused to let him off himself so the next best thing was to get him help.
Jack had received a few diagnoses during his facilitation. He learned some hard truths as well. His mother had perished in the car accident with his father, the "neighbor" Duncan was actually not real and the people who lived next door were all much older and retired without children.
Once he finally got around to reaching out to Cleo, she threatened him with a restraining order if he ever contacted her again. He knew he deserved that after letting her suffer from a miscarriage alone.
The doctors felt as though the repressed memories of his sexual abuse as a child would eventually resurface. They claimed it to be PTSD triggered by the sudden deaths of his parents. The mental break was classified as a psychotic disorder which made him roll his eyes.
"Oh just that?" He had criticized the doctors at how blase they had been when he explained he tried to murder the ghost of his mother in the place she had died in the car wreck. He knew he was psychotic, he just wanted to make sure he would be able to get cigarettes when they locked him up and threw away the key. However once he got an established therapist, a plethora of medications and a regularly monitored schedule, they felt he was ready to be released.
"Are you sure this is where you want to be? We can get a place here that's not this house or you can move in with Crystal and I?" Shanda had picked Jack up from the facility and he was determined to gut out the memories of his childhood home and start over. There was nothing left in California for him and currently this was the only place he could go that he knew and didn't have to pay for.
"I'll be fine. I'm sure you've already removed the sharp objects so what's the worse thing I could get into?" Jack joked darkly.
"I'm serious. I can stay with you if you want? Crystal will understand." Shanda pressed. Jack hadn't been alone since the day she dropped him at the facility. The idea of leaving him unsupervised in a place with so many horrible memories didn't sit right with her.
"I'm highly medicated and supervised by a licensed therapist almost daily. Fuck, they even have a care worker that stops by at least twice a week to make sure I'm not just sitting around drinking myself to death so I think your bases are covered, Shan." Jack knew the medications had terrible side effects but he can honestly say killing himself hadn't been on his mind in at least 4 months.
Shanda had visited him in the facility once a month and once he leveled out, his therapist had him write apology letters to all those he had hurt. The only person to reply was his old coworker who had sent a "Sorry about you getting fired after you lost your mind" text. Shanda got a letter but she slapped him in the forehead and said "I love you, you stupid fucker." He didn't expect Cleo to respond but he hoped that she was doing alright.
He had abandon all forms of social media during his rehabilitation and had zero desire to fire up any of those accounts now that he was out. There were moments where he wasn't even sure why they agreed to release him but he wanted to at least try and live as normal as possible.
Shanda pulled up to Jack's childhood home which she had made sure to run threw top to bottom almost as if she was child proofing it for Jack's brain to handle. He joked about the sharp objects but she in fact replace the cutlery with plastic ware just to be sure.
"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" Shanda asked pulling him from his thoughts as he stared at the house.
"I'm embracing the horrors that made up my life, remember?" Jack looked from the house towards his best friend. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into a hug inside of the car and feeling the bone crushing grip she had on him. He knew she was scared. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't either but he had to try. He couldn't live locked up forever.
They got out of the car and walked into the front doors. Things had been cleaned up. The window had been repaired and the floors looked polished.
"Jesus did you stress clean the whole house?" Jack teased tossing his bag on the floor.
"Fuck no, I called a service. I'm not Mary fucking Poppins, bitch." Shanda shook her head. Jack smiled at his friend and gave her a playful shove. He walked through the first floor of the house, into the kitchen and noticed the plastic ware.
"So who do I call when I need a can opener?" Jack tapped the top of some spaghetti-O's with a plastic knife.
"Try Ramen. It's in a package and you can tear it open with your teeth." Shanda had apparently gone grocery shopping too. The pantry as full of snacks and things for him to prepare that require minimal effort.
"Oh so you prefer I die of heart failure from the sodium instead of driving a corkscrew into my neck, I see." Jack tossed the package of Ramen on the counter. Jack's jokes about death or killing himself used to bring humor to their conversations but Shanda found it hard to hear him joke so freely after watching him go through his breakdown.
"Hey, I wouldn't be back here if I didn't think I could handle it. I promise to call you every day. I have my therapist on speed dial and I will talk to one of the neighbors about being my life alert or whatever if that will make you relax." Jack put his hands on Shanda's shoulders and rubbed hoping to ease her anxiety. She threw her arms around him to hug him once again. This time he hugged back with the same force.
"I love you, you stupid bitch. Don't you ever forget it." She said into is hair.
"I love you too, you whore." She had saved his life. It was time he started making something of it again so it would be worth it.
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tallysescape · 2 months
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got harassed into starting the second perspective and it’s going great thanks! ignore the crazed look in my eyes! anyway @wildflowerteas hi!!! i figured you’d enjoy my board because im hooked <3
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derpy-thebdayclown · 3 months
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part 2 of derpys too many ocs!! the scouts and campers who come later in the series!
perry gets introduced in a fake episode after eggs benefits, where neil finds another egg and, being the scientific scholar he is, decides to experiment on it. thus making his greatest achievement and biggest mistake, perry!
mathilde is introduced alongside the other exchange campers in s3, but was the only one who wasn’t actually a spy (she was very confused)
oc questions are always welcomed!
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heartandflowerball · 4 months
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Today I'm dressed like a 90's rom-com character. I'm happy!! And in addition to that, the outfit is blue so I also feel like Lucy Carlyle.
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you know there's something to be said for returning to a story and accusingly going "how dare you. how fucking dare you." and you're the author. like, the call is coming from inside the house, bud.
(and yes, you are going to laugh, rub your hands together, and post it anyway, because you want others to suffer as much as you do)
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zemkzone · 3 months
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“His face is a mess, but—I really don’t want to be right—Boss, I think it’s Mick Rory.”
— Shawna Baez to Leonard Snart, Ch17 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm
Update coming March 1, 2024!
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whalyrae · 1 year
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OKAY, OKAY I ALMOST FINISHED THE 2ND CHAPTER OF THE OLD GUARD GUYS and it's hello long i think i'm almost a 4k ???
I'm just stuck on the end of the chapter but i'll post it very soon I promise !!
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expelliarmus · 1 year
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angelsanarchy · 2 months
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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 33
Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje
Y/n called the shop six times without anyone answering the phone. That was unusal so she decided to break the rules and go down there to check on Oystein. As she entered the shop, Faust was coming out and handed her the keys.
"He's downstairs..." He left without saying anything else so she walked in and locked the door behind herself just to prevent any unwelcome visitors. The place was a wreck. There were boxes everywhere and trash all over the floor. She walked over it and down the steps to find Oystein sitting with his head in his hands.
When he looked up, he looked defeated.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Oystein asked confused at her presence. She walked over and sat across from him.
"No one was picking the phone up. I was worried about you." She gave his knee a squeeze and he nodded.
"Sorry, it's been...hectic." He let out a sigh. Y/n frowned at him.
"What's going on baby?" Y/n asked concerned. He held up a piece of paper and she took it.
"We got shut down. We have until Friday morning to clear out of the space." He pinched the bridge of his nose as she read through the eviction notice. They were citing violence in the neighborhood and Helvete was no more.
"We can find another space with better foot traffic, away from residentials." Y/n shook her head trying to assure him this wasn't the end of the world.
"Varg sent a letter retracting his recordings for the new album which means we have nothing tracked and are back to square one." He tossed another piece of paper on the table with disgust.
"He's not the only guy around who can play-" Before Y/n can even finish her thought, Oystein interrupts.
"He's also telling everyone that he wants to kill me so there's that. You honestly shouldn't even be here on the chance he actually decides to do a two for one hit." Oystein gritted his teeth pushing up from his seat and looking what was left of the Black Circle.
"I should just let him." He growled out before tearing things off the wall, kicking over old burnt out candles and tear posters and flags down. Y/n stepped out of his way and let him get his aggression out before he cut his hand on one of those stupid swords they had propped in a corner. He cursed aloud and shook his bloody hand out before Y/n reached out to take his hand and see how bad it was.
"It's fine." He brushed her off but she persisted.
"It's not fine, let me see-"
"IT'S ABOUT AS FUCKED AS THE REST OF MY LIFE OKAY?! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? PUT A FUCKING BANDAID ON IT?! MAKE IT ALL BETTER?!" Oystein shouted at Y/n and she steeled herself. She let him finish his tantrum before nodded her head.
"I came here because I was worried about you, not to eat shit." Y/n reminded but he shook his head.
"Yeah well you know where the door is." He gestured and she didn't hesitate to walk towards it. Oystein lasted about 2.5 seconds before he chased after her.
"Wait wait wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to take it out on you. None of this...none of it is your fault." He wrapped his arms around her and she turned around in his arms to look at him.
"Don't go." Oystein's tone had changed drastically. Y/n took his cut hand and sat him back down in the black circle so she could get a first aid kit. She made him keep one in his office after Faust accidentally stabbed himself in the leg while opening boxes. She sat down opposite him and started cleaning the wound.
"I know this shit is awful. I know you work really hard at putting a record together and trying to keep this place from being tanked by the neighbors complaints but sometimes everything goes up in flames and you have to start over." Y/n explained watching him wince.
"What if I start again and Varg decides to turn us all in for the church fires? What's the point of even trying to see a bright side of this?" Oystein asked through gritted teeth.
"Then we fight like hell to get you out of that mess. We can't just sit around and wait for Varg to strike again. Fuck him. Let him start his own fucking label. He's a fanboy who thinks he's got the blueprint but we both know what kind of bitch baby he is. He'll never be half of the man you are, let alone half the talent." Y/n wasn't looking at Oystein so when she did meet his gaze, he was staring at her with a smile.
"What?" She asked confused.
"If I wasn't a musician, if I didn't have any of this...you would still be here." Oystein said and Y/n laughed.
"Was that a question?" She asked and he nodded his head leaning towards her.
"No...I just...If I decided to give all this up, cut my hair off and go into finance or some shit, you would still love me...it's just, wild." Y/n put her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his.
"Of course I would still love you. I loved you before you started dying your hair and terrorizing your neighbors. I would be sad to see you give up your passion though. I know how much the music means to you." She took his bandaged hand in her hands and he shakes his head.
"As long as I have you, I think I'd be okay." He admits.
"How about instead of giving up everything, we start creating new dreams. The album being the number one priority. We do a huge search to replace Christian and once the album is done, we look into new real estate for Helvete to start over? You've got to focus on what you love Oystein." Oystein kissed her softly and she groaned against his lips.
"I love you so fucking much. Thank you for believing in me." She smiled back at him.
"I'll box things upstairs but I'm not cleaning up this disgusting wannabe Nazi circle jerk bomb shelter." She patted his knee and he chuckled.
"Sounds good." The two of them boxed up what was left of the record shop into a box truck, loaded leftovers in both of their cars and took one last look at it.
"We're gonna find it a new home. Hell is wherever you want it to be." Y/n teased with her arm around Oystein's waist. He smirked and shook his head. Letting go of Helvete was hard but having Y/n made it a lot more bearable knowing that whatever was to happen in the future, she would be right there with him.
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rainymoodlet · 1 year
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the perfect life challenge, starring the hadleys! 🌻
with my midnight sun challenge requiring more prep work and my not-so-berry shelved for right now while i worldbuild, i thought “what better way to get back into gameplay than with the family who taught me how to have fun in the sims again?”
tiamat hadley is the 3rd generation heir of my mac gp family. she’s the spellcasting daughter of blue (gen 2 heir) and simeon silversweater. her wife, reagan holcomb, was her roommate at foxbury. their daughter rory (aurora) hadley is our 4th generation heir — and the third great-grandbaby!
check out the challenge rules here! ⛅️ perfect life challenge by @oshinsims!
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sagesfandomspot · 2 months
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What to do after losing your jobs? Move home of course.
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lokittystuckinatree · 2 months
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I’m gonna link my neverending cringefail Doctor Who playlists because I can (in which you can tell which ships rot my brain the most by length of the playlist)
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A Doctor being honest with his companions about his past & his trauma & his mistakes? And then said companions understanding and loving him anyway and him getting to understand that he doesn't have to be lonely anymore?
In MY Doctor Who fic?
More likely than you think!
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