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#Vermont setting
disgruntled-lifeform · 2 months
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Guys, meet Coco ♡
So named for the protaganist from Witch Hat Atelier because a spindle is the closest I'll come to a real magic wand pen.
I can't wait to spin many magical things together ^_^
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enpassants · 2 years
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what the fuck is it with gay depressed academic kids and vermont
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stardustedknuckles · 3 months
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Well I meant to split this book up into two days and go to sleep before midnight but sure, 413 pages in... Wow. Three hours. I'm trying to be more intentional with my focus and get back into doing things in my free time that don't involve screens (hence intending to split it up) but it just kept feeling like running for the first time after being stuck in bed for a week. I needed to blaze through it the way I used to. Felt nice.
The book was "The Forest Demands Its Due" by Kosoko Jackson, and I'm a little annoyed it was YA after I was fairly clear to the bookseller that I was looking for adult fiction, but she got most of everything else I asked for pretty right, so I'm not too mad. It's just. It was for teens so there's not a lot to chew on in some of the dimensions I had hoped for. But it was a good glimpse of the ideas of reparations and atonement, where blame falls and who benefits from perpetuating systems built on pain from generations ago, and the conversation around that was really neat coming from a Black, gay author and main character. I'm glad I read it.
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trans-cuchulainn · 7 months
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also a character in this book is visiting london for the first time and it is clear that the audience of the book is expected also only to know london from films and tv and therefore needs to have everything about it explained and described. however as someone who grew up in london i do not
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steelycunt · 2 years
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100 pages in n absolutely fuming about the secret history. its going to end up being one of those things that everyone tells me is soooo good and then it turns out it actually really fucking is isnt it
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🌹original fiction?
From the urban fantasy romance story I accidentally started this week:
Henry Reid wished he had the kind of life where walking through his front door to find an assassin sitting at his kitchen table would be a cause for concern, not just another Thursday. The assassin in question had helped himself to a mug of coffee and was in the process of spooning an ungodly amount of sugar into his cup. Reid’s dog, Fergus, who had been gifted to him with the sole purpose of being a guard dog, lay on his back at their unwelcome visitor’s feet, legs splayed and tongue lolling in hopes of belly rubs.
“You’re almost out of sugar,” Nix said without looking up.
“I wonder why.” Reid hung up his jacket on the hook on his wall and tossed his keys on the counter. Every Fae he’d ever met had an insatiable sweet tooth; he could barely keep himself in sugar and honey. “Nice to see you, Nix. Glad you feel comfortable enough to drop by whenever you’d like.”
“You didn’t have iron on your door. That’s practically an invitation.”
“Feel like the locked door rescinds that invitation.”
Nix lifted one shoulder in a delicate shrug. “I suppose it’s a good thing I’m a Fae and not a vampire then. Or here to kill you.” Pointedly, he looked down at Fergus. “Wasn’t this thing given to you for protection?”
“So they told me,” Reid said as his dog thumped his tail, as if he sensed he was the topic of conversation.
Send me a 🌹 and I'll post a snippet of a WIP
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zmeydeva-arch · 1 year
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SEMI-HIATUS FROM 12/28 - 1/2 . . .  i’m gonna be out of town on a snowboarding trip and while i am bringing my laptop i’m not sure how much down time i’ll really have so just assume a drop in activity is incoming! 
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meanlesbean · 8 months
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a collection of some of my favorite tags from the worst drivers poll
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likeabxrdinflight · 1 year
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Am I the only one who cares about the historical accuracy of depictions of puritans in popular media or...
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you ever read a book and look at the fandom and think “wow so I am the only one who understood this correctly”
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gigantomachylesbian · 2 years
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Finally read Verity by Colleen Hoover... every review I saw beforehand was like “this book had me Quaking in my Boots... I was screaming, crying, AND throwing up it’s the most disturbing thing I’ve ever read!!!!” and it was. not that. It kept me reading for sure and I did like the final twist at the end, but it really just felt like kind of a standard thriller to me, and one without super good tension or atmosphere, where every development except that last twist felt very expected. Idk I don’t think I’ll read anything else by her
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clevercrumbish · 2 months
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I don't really blame Adams for using the City Of Death plot a second time despite it making it to broadcast. It's a really good twist and I love seeing it in both forms. So much so that I in fact stole it and used it for myself in my Monster Of The Week campaign's beach episode (which featured a waterborne alien trying to get back to its buried spaceship, enlisting humans to help by demonstrating its commital to noninvasive environmental stewardship and to repairing environmental damage in cases where it was responsible [as it claimed to be in the case of humanity]. It was only late in the scenario that it was revealed that the "environmental damage" it felt responsible for and was trying to reverse was everything that had happened after its ship crashing had created the Chicxulub impact crater).
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piedoesnotequalpi · 3 months
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Anyway I returned from keeping my friend company in downtown [redacted] to discover that my roommate had turned the thermostat to 80 degrees
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esoterium · 6 months
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@prettybrawler || pre-established connections list || accepting!
🍿 - your muse's door was the first one mine saw. my muse is injured. will your muse help a stranger? ( wanda )
wanda's been calling the quaint small town of grafton, vermont home for only a few short months. coming upon it out of wanting to disappear from everyone who might come looking for her and allowing herself to think it was possible, she fell in love with how out of time it felt. how detached from the rest of the world you could feel without any powerlines dangling over your head. traffic plugging the roads. thousands of people flooding every corner. gazes trailing after you on the sidewalk. expectations breathing down your neck. so? she stayed. thinking it'd be only for a little while. and the little while hasn't worn off yet.
there hasn't been many knocks on her door. a few welcoming her to the town. some visitors from the market who noted the newcomer and wanted to introduce themselves. a pastor who thought he'd invite her to church on sunday. the markings of a small town lifestyle that people needed to sate their curiosities as much as they needed to satisfy their want to be friendly and welcoming. she's been here long enough that they let her be now. on her long driveway that sits back off the road. it's easy to forget she's there.
which is why when she found him propped up against her door hurt? a slow churning in her stomach grew into a damn near cold-blooded panic. her initial thought was that someone put him there. that someone found her and was waiting for her to take a bait that they knew she would. because she wouldn't brush off some hurt and bleeding person who needed help just because she wanted to be left alone. it was with a clenched jaw but wide, surveying eyes she took him in. cautious calculation but trembling from worry hands that tended his wounds and made sure they were cleaned. the deepest were tethered together by means she only contributes to them being 'not as deep as she thought'. no magic involved. no not at all.
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that was two days now. she's made sure he's gotten rest. made sure that he ate whenever he needed. always tending to those wounds with cleaning solutions and medicine given to her from the small town doctor and pharmacy. and, maybe, they worked a little too good. or maybe the doc knew what the hell he was doing after decades of practice. doesn't matter. she's never once questioned what brought him to her door. not until today. when the morning cracked through the window in rays that split apart through white, sheer curtains.
wanda was sitting at her kitchen table. black painted nails tapping against the ceramic mug filled with freshly brewed tea when caed appeared. green eyes lift and meet his. a smile greets him. just like an empty mug does between a filled coffee pot and a kettle of hot water.
"now that you had a few days. can i ask you something... if you don't mind? what happened to you? before you came to my door?"
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blooniverse · 10 months
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Bathroom 3/4 Bath in Burlington Mid-sized country bathroom Bathroom design with 3/4 beige tile, gray tile, and mosaic tile, white walls, a vessel sink, wood countertops, and flat-panel cabinets.
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prommytheus · 9 months
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imagine being a gavinners fan from like wisconsin or some other place like that. vermont idk and they announce a world tour, so you buy tickets for the nearest location. and they start off in LA, their home city, makes sense.
but then you get an email that says NEVERMIND and you get an immediate refund on cashapp. and you look it up and apparently someone was fucking shot at the first concert and klavgav got set on fire and the bassist went to jail for drug smuggling and murder charges. and now they’re announcing a breakup. what do you even do with that fucking onslaught of information
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