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4 Impactful Books I Read in 2023
“There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate’s loot on Treasure Island.” – Walt Disney
2023 was a chaotic year, but I still got some reading done. How about you?
Here are the books that made a difference for me this past year.
Reader Magnets by Nick Stephenson
So, you’re a published author. But you’re not sure how to capitalize on the fact that your book is available on all the major…
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#Acres of Diamonds#Frederick Dodson#Nick Stephenson#Parallel Universes of Self#Price Prichett#Reader Magnets#Russell Conwell#You2
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#Repost @titijaqui ・・・ He finally found what he was looking for!!!! 🎶 #U2 #Bono cantante icono de esta banda americana @clintonfoundation @clintonglobal #nyc #clinton #bono #you2 #u2 #espritu2 https://www.instagram.com/p/CiwOEA-oRjs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jean.exe has stopped working
#inspired by an ask (thank you2)#also an excuse for me to try and draw judit again heehee#feeling lost lately sketching this helped#jean vicquemare#judit minot#disco elysium#disco elysium fanart#artists on tumblr#sketches#meiq art
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Hi, there apparently has been found some deleted scripts from GoW ragnarok where they delved more into the "close your heart to it" line and atreus wanting revenge at all cost to the point of losing his empathy.
Yeah, I think I heard about that in the tag! I can understand why they trimmed parts of the game down when there's already so much going on, and I think that Atreus not taking ANOTHER hard right into being a bastard keeps Ragnarok from being too competitive compared to the 2018 one, but I would also love to hear the logic behind what was kept and what wasn't. That kind of thing is always pretty interesting.
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Yousef Moner (@/you2.ef_) sent me a message on Insta and we've been messaging for a couple of days now. I believe this is a legit fundraiser based on what I've seen so far on his socials. He has a brother with another fundraiser (@/mohamed_moner1994 on insta).
Their gofundmes are being organized by Layla Ashoor (@/only_one_lulu on insta and 'Layla Ashoor' on FB).
Yousef is trying to evacuate with his sister and parents. I asked him where he is currently staying and he told me that they are in a small tent in Rafah at the moment. His gfm has only 3 donations amounting to £65 at the time I am making this post (04/21 here in the PH), while Mohamed is only at £1,150.
Please donate to him if you are able and share his fundraiser link to help him gain more donations.
Here is Yousef's gfm:
Here is his brother, Mohamed's gfm:
#palestine#free palestine#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#mutual aid#i believe this fundraiser is legit#but if other palestinian users would like to weigh-in and double check just to be sure i would appreciate it#Instagram
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promises and dreams (part 3)
pairing: finnick odair x reader
warning: angst, canon typical violence and killing, mentions of finnick being trafficked
summary: finnick odair is your best friend, but somehow you cant find it within yourself to be aanything more. Now that the 75th Hunger Games calls for Victors to be reaped you make it your plan to bring Finnick back home to Annie or you will die trying
word count: 1.5k
a/n: part 3! i hope you guys like this, it might be a bit of a filler chapter but next chapter will be finnick and reader in the arena!
part 1, part 2, part 3
tag list: @l3xi3luv @yaesflorist @asapkyndall @midnowsss @fangirling-galore @marimarvelfan @d0p3ys-delusions @sierravogss @littleshadow17 @carolanns-world @pet1t3 @yourdailymemedelivery @merromimo (if your tags didn’t work pls check you can be tagged on your profile!)
Walking back to your room after the interviews, anxiety flooded your system. You knew that each of the tributes were doing their best to try and get the games cancelled and with Peeta’s sudden announcement, you all were waiting with bated breath in hopes that the games were stopped. However, realistically you all knew that you were all inevitably going to be put in the arena whether you liked it or not.
Finnick watches you with furrowed eyebrows as you try and control your breathing, your anxiety after coming out of the arena was horrible, the constant panic attacks and heart clenching fear that passed through you at any given moment. “You, okay?” he murmurs as he nudges your side and you2 look up to him with tears lining your vision before you sniff, wipe your eyes, and give him a decisive nod. “Don’t worry about me” you tell him.
I’m always worrying about you. He thinks to himself and whilst in his own head, he realises he’s reached the room, as you unlock the door and walk to your own room, Finnick pauses and watches you walk, he sits on the couch in front of the tv and turns on some trashy Tv. As he hears the shower turn off and you make your way to sit on your bed, he gets up himself to walk to your room.
He pauses before he opens the door, he’s met with the sight of your wet hair as you sit in your pyjama’s as on the bed, looking out the window. “Hey” you mutter as you hear him walk closer. He only sits softly before you turn to look at him curiously. Without saying anything, you arch your eyebrow with urges Finnick to speak.
He looks almost embarrassed to speak and your look at his flushed cheeks before he murmurs softly, “Can I stay with you tonight…please?” he asks and your throat chokes up in pain, the last time Finnick had ever asked to lay in your bed with you was just after you had found out President Snow had been selling his body.
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When you wake, you’re alone on the bed and you can hear Finnick’s shower running on the opposite side of the apartment. You get up with ease as you shower and change into the training clothe provided by the Capitol. You stretch your limbs before you walk into the dining area where your stylist, Knox and mentor, Mags are sitting.
“Don’t you look lovely” Knox drawls as she watches you sit and pile your plate with food to prepare for the day, Mags only smiles kindly at you as she gestures to the time, letting you know that you should eat quickly if you want to be at the training grounds on time. “Lovely to see you too Knox” you say with a playful roll of your eyes.
You had spent majority of your time during your own games, hiding and only killing when necessary, however you knew you couldn’t possibly do that during the quarter quell and you needed to use your skills back at district 4 to your advantage.
You were pretty good with a spear, similarly with Finnick however you were exceptionally good knives, smaller ones that you had used back home gutting fish. That, was your primary focus of today, alongside forming allies. . Your train of thought is interrupted by hurried footsteps and a slammed door, you only catch the back of Finnick’s hair before he’s gone.
As you finish your meal you rush to the training grounds where you see Finnick already sparring a hologram with a trident, he looks focused, so you don’t bother to go up to him. Instead, you find yourself watching Johanna, she’s practicing with knives herself on a sparring mat and as you walk up to her, you see her glaring expression turn into a soft, somewhat still insane smile.
She’s about as angry as all the tributes on the grounds combined, you don’t blame her because you know just how much she didn’t deserve to be dragged back here, just as much as you did. “Y/N Y/L/N” she says with a smile as you both hug one another, “ready to get your ass beat?” he cocks her eyebrow and you only meet her gaze with a smirk before you mutter, “ you’re on mason”.
Johanna’s strong, you’ll give her that, but her form is sloppy. She keeps her weak spots open too many times and you’re able to kill her far too easily for your liking, you spend your time giving her pointers as she helps you move with harsher movements and cleaner intents. She unsurprisingly enough knows the easiest places to cut that lead to the fastest deaths. ‘Crazy bitch’ you can’t help but think amusedly as you shake your head.
The only time you’re interrupted is when Katniss walks into the shooting range with her bow and arrow, slowly but surely a crowd forms around her as you all watch her take down all her targets seamlessly. “She’s going to be a problem” you hear Finnick mutter next to you and you still, you hadn’t even heard him walk up to you. Once composed however, you only look at him slyly, “not if she’s an ally” you say. He looks impressed and nods before turning his gaze back to Katniss’ shooting which has ended.
You all turn to carry on training before a bunch of peacekeepers walk up to you, Finnick and Johanna. You freeze in your place as you start thinking about the Capitol requesting Finnick’s presence, however the three of you are marched out of the grounds together. You and Finnick share a look of worry before he reaches across to grab your hand in comfort, before thinking better of it and moving his arm back to his side.
You’re all taken into a room where Plutarch Heavensbee sits in front of you all at a brown mahogany desk. “Welcome” he says with a smile on his face before he gestures to the three chairs laid out perfectly in front of his desk, “sit sit” he urges before you all cautiously take a seat.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Johanna says in an outburst of emotion, and you can only share her sentiment as you look at Plutarch with aa suspicious gaze. He only nods his head as the peacekeepers leave the room and then he turns completely serious as the smile drops off his face.
“I need your help” he says gravely, and you all look at each other in confusion, “District 13 is alive and well, there is a rebellion growing and I need your help in stopping the games and getting Katniss Everdeen out of that arena” he says, and your mouth can only drop open in shock.
You knew, just as everyone did about the riots that had taken place in the districts, but you had never had any way of knowing that it had grown to this stage. “A rebellion?” you can only question in astonishment before Plutarch sighs as he quickly mutters into a small mic before Haymitch walks through the doors behind you.
“This is fucking insane” Johanna cries and you look at Finnick who’s been silent the entire time, he looks at you for a brief second before turning his attention to Plutarch and Haymitch who seems to be swaying on his feet.
“Hey sweetheart” Haymitch says with a wink as he catches you looking at him in shock, you can’t help your smile before you hear Finnick scoff as he sarcastically mumbles the nickname under his breath, you look at him in confusion, but he avoids your gaze.
“You’re in on this?” you ask Haymitch as he looks at you with softness in his gaze, “Yeah, I am. We need your help Y/N, we could take down Snow” he says and knowing Haymitch, everything he says shouldn’t be taken lightly in a time of seriousness.
You nod as you turn back to Plutarch and let him continue to explain the plan surrounding getting Katniss out of the arena safe and sound. He makes sure to mention that none of you are to die, if one of you are dead, the other two must carry your slack. You realise that even now, fighting for the rebellion. Your life is not your own, it belongs to Katniss, Finnick and even to Johanna. They have to make it out.
#juliwrites#the hunger games x reader#the hunger games trilogy#the hunger games#finnick x oc#finnick odair imagine#finnick imagine#thg finnick#finnick odair#finnick x reader#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair x you#finnick x y/n#mockingjay#thg series#katniss everdeen#johanna mason
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why are they getting upset over similar artstyles 😭😭 have they not seen like 90% of anime art?
anyways keep doing what youre doing and make sure to take care of yourself :3
-staranon
(Low on words /explaining) thank u and you tkae care you2!!!
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I may have already asked this, I'm sorry if O have, would you happent to know if this person's account is legitimate?
https://www.instagram.com/you2.ef_?igsh=ZjhpbWEyMWVlcXps
I notice that you've sent me multiple asks about these fundraisers on Instagram, but I think this is a bit out of my wheelhouse since I am pretty much not on Instagram at all, and am not as familiar with Instagram scams as on tumblr. I can try but I don't really think I'm going to be as helpful for this.
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ANON make RULE!
WHAT on ROTOMBLR is YOU2
//if you didn’t know “what” is a question mark, but you probably did, this is just to be safe//
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BABA break RULE
too many YOU2 :c
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ill give you2 doller to keep your name exactly the same.
Is this what we're doing now? We're making bribes and deals in the askbox?
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[NSFW] [MDNI] [silco x fem!reader] [oral sex] [vaginal sex] [teasing] [edging] [smut] [oneshot] [2k words]
Summary: "Silco's an ass - a teasing, insufferable, ass; but at least he follows through on his threats."
Thanks to @averagecrastinator for the prompt and @mazikomo for the summary!!!
MORE thanks to @silently-judging-you2 and @steponmesilco for the smutty, smutty details. [and keeping me awake until 8am]
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Silco had ignored you for the past month, throwing every excuse in the book your way about how he couldn’t risk your relationship going public. So here you were, overwatching the first shimmer shipment out of the newly operating factory in Smeech’s district with a scowl on your face. Every worker scurried under your gaze, feeling every bit of your ire as they hurriedly loaded the barrels into trucks.
A sudden shift in the wind alerted you to someone approaching stealthily behind you. Were they stealthy - or was it their natural gait, boots hitting the ground in equal, measured steps?
Silco.
You knew what he wanted - so you declined to give it to him. Facing forward - you didn’t even flinch when he came to stand beside you, his shoulder lightly brushing yours. The asshole knew what he was doing - standing this close to you. How could he not when the tips of your ears started burning, no doubt turning red.
“The shipment is coming along quicker than anticipated,” He noted nonchalantly, not deigning to give you a morsel of attention.
“It sounds like you want something to go wrong,” You muttered under your breath, lest anyone overhears your blatant disrespect. Teal eye flicks to you only for a second but you know you hit your mark when his lips thin into a hard line. You turn away from him, making it clear you were done with his bullshit.
Feeling him lean into you ever so slightly, you felt his hot breath against your ear and your eyes flutter close. Digging your nails into your palms you force your eyes back open, refusing to let him derail you. It almost works - your pulse returns to normal and you throw yourself into observing every movement around the factory. Until he speaks.
What was he thinking, saying that to you here? The man who said he couldn’t risk being seen with you. Couldn’t enter a relationship with you. Claimed to not care enough to touch you again after that first and only night of weakness.
Yes, there was alcohol involved, but nowhere near enough to inhibit even your decision-making; not with how much he drank weekly. You were the lightweight here and were barely buzzed when he made the first move - crashing his lips against yours in the throes of passion. Apparently, the only words he needed to hear from your lips that night were, “Yes, sir.” before he fucked you into oblivion on the very spot Sevika so often visited.
But there he was - shoulder blade knifing into your own, hot breath against your neck, whispering the words of your undoing so low no one else could possibly hear.
“Be a good girl, for me, and I’ll fuck you until your legs give out.”
And your legs almost did give out - right then and there. An exacerbated huff left your mouth, sounding a little too much like a moan as color rushed to darken your cheeks. He chuckles breathlessly, clearly amused at your undoing from a few simple words. Gritting your teeth, you willed your blood pressure back to normal as the beating ache settled in your pelvis.
Just breathe, in and out. You can do it. An image of him fucking you into the soft couch in his office resurfaced as you fruitlessly sucked in air. Clenching and unclenching your fists, he stood agonizingly close, overseeing the last of the shipment. Only when the last truck left did he turn away from you, bidding you follow in a forcefully bored voice.
The ride back to the last drop was tantalizingly slow - every bump sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He better touch you with the way he eye fucks you the entire way - from the moment the door shuts to the moment he leaves. He held the door open for you almost like a true gentleman if it wasn’t for the ghostly brush of fingertips across your bare ass, lifting the hem of your skirt ever so slightly as he helped you out.
This fucking scoundrel. He all but drags you into the office, throwing excuses around loudly about how he needs to discuss something important with you. By the time you shut the door behind you, your pulse beat dangerously fast - heart threatening to pop out of your chest when he turned toward you from behind his desk.
Except he sits and proceeds to pull out some paperwork. You stand there in awe at his audacity, mouth agape in white-hot anger. Eyes wander as you wait for him to address you, examining the contents of the room; a dusty gramophone, the same-old couch, and - wait, is that a bag of food on the coffee table? Shaking the useless thought from your head, you turned to leave and heard him quietly call your name. Your hand pauses on the doorknob but doesn’t leave it.
“Come here,” he ordered in silky, low tones. Sighing deeply, you give in to your urges and chance a glance only to be devastated by his hungry gaze. Biting your lip tentatively, you slowly make your way to him, swaying your hips gratuitously. When you stopped beside him, he swiveled his chair to face you. “Now, take off your clothes. Slowly.”
Following his directions - you took ten minutes to unbutton your shirt. A naughty smile graced your lips as it fell open, revealing bare breasts to the cold ambient air. Silco’s lips parted, the sight of chipped teeth your only sign of approval other than the growing bulge in his pants. Undoing your belt buckle, you turn your back to him before letting your skirt fall to the ground. Leaning forward more than necessary, you hear a sharp exhale when your utterly ruined panties are exposed and an equally as delicious growl when your wet heat meets the air.
A whine left your mouth when he gripped your hips and brought them to him and quickly became a scream as he sat you down on his cock - filling you to the brim. The shock of his size nearly drove you over the edge and he seemed to know it as he held you firmly against him.
“Breathe, pet. You’re not allowed to come yet.”
Your body shivered, revolting against his grip as you fought your nearing orgasm.
“Since you are disrupting my work, you are to read my reports aloud.” He commanded once you were sufficiently calmed, forcefully moving you to stand in between him and the desk. You moaned as his length shifted inside of you and he added, “Start with the one at the top.”
With shaky hands you lifted the top most report and began reading it, stuttering over the words as he purposefully twitched his cock. You gripped the edge of the desk with one hand to keep you grounded as he toyed with your obedience. Coming to the end of the first report, you flipped the paper over and shuddered when he grabbed your hips again.
“You’re making a mess, darling. Utterly dripping for me.”
A frustrated groan left your lips, not stooping to beg. Seemingly irritated with your lack of response, he continued.
“You want to be a desperate slut - act like one.” He growled, slapping your ass hard. “Fuck yourself.”
This time when you shift your hips he allows it and you exhale a long, stuttering breath as you slowly drag yourself along his rock-hard cock. Each thrust you make a little faster - a little rougher, and your thoughts unravel around the delightful feeling of him sliding into you. Slick sounds filled the room, taking in his throbbing cock until your ass rested against him.
Your tether snapped when you felt him twitch and you bounced yourself on his cock, shamelessly chasing your release. Bruising fingertips found hips again as he slammed into you, holding you there against your needy sounds of protest.
“Next report,” He hissed, tensing his thighs. Mumbling half-hearted slurs under your breath, you pick up the next paper and begin reading. Or at least you tried - lusty thoughts clouded your judgment and your vision, causing you to stumble over words. At this rate, you were never going to finish; the report or otherwise. Your only solace is that with each passing minute the tension in his thighs increases until he is shaking just as much as you. Sensing a line too delicate not to cross, and partially fueled by bitterness, you attempted to squeeze the cock off of him.
A desperate, needy groan filled the room quickly followed by a loud slap as his hand collided with your ass. This only made you grip onto him harder and he thrust up into you; Just the once, but it was enough for you to fall forward onto the desk in agony. Silco panted behind you, no longer able to hide how badly he needed this. Needed you.
Another wave of your spasming heat sent him jerking mercilessly into you, a chorus of low grunts through gritted teeth and high-pitched screams of ecstasy filling the office. Your release came fast and unrelenting, face pressing into the scattered papers on the desk with a little bit of drool joining the ink. Legs failing, you collapsed onto him all but spent from hours of edging.
You gasped as he maneuvered you further onto the desk before flipping you over. His hand pressed down on your torso, forcing you to break your gaze with him. You heard the chair scrape against the floor as he scooted forward; The only warning you received before his tongue delved into your folds like a starved man.
Short, erratic yips sang from your lungs as he devoured your oversensitive sex, and a longer, sustained scream of his name when he latched onto your clit, sucking you into high heaven. Tears trailed down your face as you rode out the intensity of your second climax and breathed a sigh of relief when he came up for air.
That is until he shoved his cock into you - giving you no time to adjust before needily plunging into you. It wasn’t long before he came inside of you, thick throbbing ropes of come filling you, pussy quivering with one last orgasm before he fell out of you.
He looked absolutely destroyed, looking at you with that half-lidded teal eye and elegantly tousled hair. You immediately missed his touch when he pulled away from you, disappearing into a back room without a word.
Seriously? He comes and runs?
You barely have time to sit up before he reappears with a damp cloth in hand, still sporting his ruined pants. And boy, did you ruin them. The whole front of them was soaked in your arousal and heat began flushing your face at the sight - this time from embarrassment as you squirmed under his gentle touch when he cleaned you thoroughly.
With a satisfied hum, he left again, and not knowing where you stood, you opted to dress before he returned; you were vulnerable enough right now as it is. He came into the room a couple of minutes later sporting fresh pants and combed hair, looking every bit the king he is.
“Should I go?” You asked timidly.
“Aren’t you going to stay for dinner?”
Your breath hitched at the question, heart swelling with the hope that this wouldn’t be like last time. He moved past you to the coffee table to open the bag, filling the room with the scrumptious scent of your favorite food.
“Didn’t you know? It’s taco Tuesday.”
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GUESS MY TYPE
I was tagged by my darlings @dad-dumpster and @ink-and-dagger thank you babes 🖤
Tagging: @silently-judging-you2 @mazikomo @insult-2-injury @deny-the-issue @silcoitus @purpurniymstitel @six-feet-sleep @xeiling-skies @x-amount-verbs and @steponmesilco
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You2 Gu2ys...
#LOOK#listen to it#omg#only U2 could 'reimagine' their old crap and give me the chills#U2#I love them#help#Songs of Surrender#3/17/23#Youtube
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https://audiomack.com/shaquettacomicblog638/song/keke-palmer-ft-shaquetta-thesketchartist-remixed-i-dont-belong-to-you2
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WIP* Title Game
rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
Drops
15-20 years later
Bartender H/drummer L
XMASING W YOU2
Cabin fever
Yoga jet ski
Boxer noir
The Drum Beats Out of Time
Weed guy
*Disclaimer: I don’t have any active WIPs. These are all abandoned or avoided which is what I call the ones I should probably abandon but don’t have the heart to fully walk away from just yet
I was tagged by @allwaswell16 and @jacaranda-bloom and since I have 9 WIPs in my list, I’ll tag 9? @louandhazaf @crinkle-eyed-boo @disgruntledkittenface @dinosaursmate @kingonafiftymetreroad @larrysballetslippers @larrydoinglaundry @littleroverlouis @greenfeelings
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hello! i am new here! nice to meet you!
-@alex-only-vibing
HELLO! NICE TO MEET YOU2! 7: <:
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