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Ok change of plans! My hold was ready for pickup so I grabbed this from the library today.
I’m not going to lie Fairy Tale by Stephen King had a slow start anyway. I have been reading fantasy for so many years so I just wasn’t vibing with a book about regular people. I will finish it next.
I am putting Fairy Tale down for now and starting on my E Eragon by Christopher Paolini.
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J for Jirachi
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yeehaw i guess
#it took me so long to find books i actually want to read that filled the alphabet#but here we are!#finally!#maison speaks#a to z reading challenge
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it is fun reading historical fiction about stuff you know next to nothing about because you’ll want to travel back in time to kill someone who died almost a thousand years ago and then the author’s note at the end will just like “sorry this guy actually turned out to be one of the most beloved rulers in the byzantine empire, i just thought it was funny to make him an annoying little freak because the main character / author of the primary source basically never mentioned him in her text unless it was absolutely necessary while she made detailed portraits of the rest of her family”
me: [throwing aside a large rock]
#part of my quest to read all the books on my shelf in alphabetical order by author#my dad is the crusades nerd not me so its not really been my area of interest#book was anna of byzantium#author is tracy barrett for those interested#she does take some artistic liberties with the timeframe and the details but like#its a big challenge to write historical fiction from a child's perspective and i took it for granted when i read it as a kid
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anyone have any romance novel recs with titles that start with q, x, or z?
#doing an alphabet challenge!!#i have a q book but it’s kind of cheating so any recs would be much appreciated !!#send me an ask if you do !!!!
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My 2023 Alphabet Reading Chalenge Results
I didn’t get all 26 letters like I wanted, but I did get 17/26.
A
Title:Astrophysics for People in a Hurry
Author: Neil deGrasse Tyson
Start Date: 9/7/23
End Date: 9/8/23
B
Title: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
Author: Suzanne Collins
Start Date: 9/28/23
End Date:10/4/23
C
Title: Crooked Kingdom
Author: Leigh Bardugo
Start Date:9/2/23
End Date:9/7/23
D
Title: The Darkest Hour
Author: Erin Hunter
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Title:The Egg and and Other Stories
Author: Andy Weir
Start Date: 11/6/23
End Date:11/6/23
F
Title: Fire and Ice
Author: Erin Hunter
Start Date: 6/28/23
End Date: 6/29/23
G
Title: A Grown-Up Guide to Dinosaurs
Author: Ben Garrod
Start Date:9/9/23
End Date:9/12/23
H
Title: Hunter
Author: Mercedes Lackey
Start Date:2/9/23
End Date:2/12/23
I
Title: Into the Wild
Author: Erin Hunter
Start Date: 6/27/23
End Date: 6/28/23
J
Title:Jurassic Park
Author: Michael Crichton
Start Date: 12/7/23
End Date: 12/14/23
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Title: Library of Souls
Author: Ransom Riggs
Start Date: 2/9/23
End Date:8/17/23
M
Title: The Martian
Author: Andy Weir
Start Date:2/1/23
End Date:2/8/23
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R
Title: Rising Storm
Author: Erin Hunter
Start Date: 7/1/23
End Date: 7/3/23
S
Title: Six of Crows
Author: Leigh Bardugo
Start Date: 2/12/23
End Date: 2/18/23
T
Title: Tallstar’s Revenge
Author: Erin Hunter
Start Date: 10/24/23
End Date: 11/5/23
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W
Title: A Wing and a Prayer
Author: Anders and Beverly Gyllenhaal
Start Date: 11/30/23
End Date:12/4/23
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Y
Title: Yellowfang’s Secret
Author: Erin Hunter
Start Date: 8/24/23
End Date:8/29/23
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Currently reading: The Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros
Next up:
Blood Like Fate
Ordinary Monsters
Court of Wings and Ruin
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I finished Howls Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones! The book was adorable. I realized Howl is a more likeable character in the movie! Of course the movie is a beautiful and my daughter watched it for the first time the other day (she loved it).
Now i'm reading my "I" The Invisible Life Of Addie Larue by V.E. Schwab. I'm actually already half way through because it has sucked me in so quickly! I don't usually like romance books but because the story line is so interesting I am blushing at her love with Henry.
#books#alphabet book challenge#howls moving castle#diana wynne jones#the invisible life of addie larue#v.e. schwab#fav books#book tracker
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Reading Challenges I Am Planning to Partake in 2023
Reading Challenges I Am Planning to Partake in 2023
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#2023 reading challenges#alphabet soup reading challenge#booktempter&039;s tbr reduction challenge#let us read middle grade#middle grade#picture prompt book challenge#project backlist#sff title challenge#spacetime reading challenge#swords and stars#tbr knock down#turtle recall
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Alphabet Reading Challenge 2023.
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Saw a post along the lines of ‘movies and stuff shouldn’t have queer representation. why ruin a story with immorality?’
Um. My brother in Christ have you read the Bible?
#tower of babble#lgbt#catholic#christianity#I mean I get where you’re coming from but dude. I.#this is just a catholic version of the ‘why can’t all stories be cute coffee shop aus :(‘ thing#stories need conflict. they need characters. characters that happen to be representations of people#people are inherently flawed and blessed. a good story explores humanity - all of its aspects.#and I’m sorry that you cannot find merrit in art that explores human aspects you don’t like or approve of - you’re missing out on great art#something something those who consume media that challenges their beliefs have better resolve when challenged in life etc etc.#this just in: no more stories with murder! no stories about thieving or robbery!#at least for that guy lmao enjoy reading kiddie books about the alphabet if you feel so strongly about ‘immorality’ depiction in media#just say you’re homophobic and don’t like acknowledging queer ppl’s existence#queerness is neutral. it’s no more ‘immoral’ than cisgendered heterosexuality.
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Start your Hebrew Language Learning journey with this Best Selling Workbook!
#jewish hebrew jew israel education books learn israeli judaism#alphabet#language lessons#journey#challenge#ancient#jewish culture
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And Finally—Z by Dellani
And Finally—Z by Dellani
I thought of this story when I was driving down State Road 44 into New Smyrna. The traffic is horrible at certain times of day, particularly in the summer. I can’t remember now why I was there, rather than taking I-95. There had to have been a good reason for it, because it’s usually a drive I avoid. In any case, this story, Driving Blind, was born as I languished in traffic.
It had been an…
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The Boy Is Mine (Taylor's Version Edition):
eddie munson x fem reader
summary: a romantic night in at your trailer full of fluff, a dash of spice, and an..."Alien invasion"? | main menu | this is fairly SFW, but my blog is 18+
the song: The Boy Is Mine by Brandy & Monica
1675 words
This is my submission for @carolmunson The Boy Is Mine Challenge! The scene, props to include, and dialogue to use as well as all the details on how to participate can be found here - come join in and write your version of Eddie and celebrate everyone else's. 💛
“Son of a-” Your shoulders tense beneath palms that soothe. The chuckle beneath your ear rumbles deep in the chest your cheek is pressed to when you whine, “Gets me every fucking time.”
Despite the eerie music and the jump scare on the glowing screen, you dare someone to tell you this isn’t the most perfect night, the most perfect life.
A pizza box with a few slices left sits on your new - well new to you - coffee table next to shitty horror and gore VHS tap - wait, doll, how’d Pretty in Pink get in the stack? There’s a candle burning, its warm orange glow competes for a chance to light up the space with the small flickering TV.
Activities from earlier in the day litter the room that’s meant for living, but barely able to be made out in the growing darkness. His acoustic guitar next to loose pages of doodles and lyrics, dragons and elves and stories and songs about fighting and finding love erratic and unorganized next to your small notebook, a stack of books and several applications.
There isn’t much else, not yet anyways. A collection of records and a stereo, cassettes un-alphabetized strewn about the wobbly bookshelf and milk crates. A few boxes with labels for unimportant things that haven’t found their new home yet. The rain that falls outside the open window above the couch and onto the roof of the metal trailer pings and echoes in the sparse room, making you snuggle deeper into the black cotton beneath you, squishing your cheek to a firm, but comfortable chest.
The most perfect night, the most perfect life.
The most perfect guy.
“Do you think,” he starts softly, his fingers running down your spine and back up before he asks, “I’m as much of a badass as Ellen Ripley?”
“No.”
The noise of protest he makes beneath you at your immediate and confident response has your lips twisting, fighting a smile as his legs close around you tighter. Bunched tube socks brush your calves, thighs and hips covered in soft gray sweats shift beneath you as he grumbles something about showing you just how wrong you are.
One arm stays relaxed behind his head against throw pillows propping him up, the other restless but content to fiddle with and roam over your body that’s draped across him.
The rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you and the scent of old spice around you, everything Eddie, has you humming at his “threat”, eyelashes fluttering from the peace. His fingers massage over the back of your neck, lighting up the skin beneath it and you huff out of your nose, upset about the bubble that’s about to break. Your whine lost in his worn band t-shirt.
“I have to pee.”
“So go pee.”
Your head shakes, chin resting on his chest so you can look up at him with narrowed eyes.
“If I get up and go pee, you’re gonna do something stupid when I come back out.”
Eddie looks down at you, innocent doe eyes blinking as his hands rub over your shoulders.
“I’m always gonna do something stupid, so enlighten me, what is it you think I’m gonna do this time?”
Your hand reaches up and pulls at a dark brown curl that frames the cheeks his dimples are trying not to show in.
“Oh, I don’t know, turn off all of the lights, jump out from around the corner, attack me from behind…”
“Baby, I always wanna attack you from behind.”
That earns him a fake stern look and a smack to his chest with the back of your hand.
Pink lips pout and twist in the fight of a mischievous smirk, his eyebrows bunch together and wrinkle his forehead as he tries to scoff around a laugh.
“Aw, don’t be like that. I would never scare you.”
“That’s not even remotely true,” you counter.
“Sweetheart,” he catches your chin with thick fingers, cradling your jaw as he vows, dramatically, “I promise I would never, ever let the aliens get-”
You catch his other wrist before fingers could find their target just below your ribs. Raised eyebrows to his big, brown eyes that glint with trouble, not even pretending to be ashamed he was caught.
The eye contact you’re sharing pulses, accompanied by the musical score of the thriller on screen. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip as his tongue licks over his own. The seconds of time slowly ticking by aren’t a luxury, but big, pounding, booms of your imminent fate right on your tail.
“Eddie,” you warn, lips fighting a smile. “Don-”
He screeches like the aliens, fingers digging into your sides and legs, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you closer so his mouth can pretend to bite at you as you give a shriek worthy of a Ridley Scott flick.
You can’t help but laugh though, as explosions happen on screen and Eddie gets louder, yelling your name dramatically like he’s fighting off the aliens, trying to save you despite it being his own fingers that have you wheezing and gasping for air.
“Eddie! If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a real problem!”
“Oh honey, I know! This thing means business! But don’t worry! I’ll save you, Ellen Ripley’s got nothing on me!”
He doubles down his tickling efforts, screeching and grunting out a “Not my girlfriend you monster!” dramatically into your neck before he nips at it. Quick bites and kisses mingled with alien noises until you’re swatting at his chest and wiggling off of him, shouting about how he’s the monster on your way to the bathroom.
It’s suspiciously quiet while you're gone. And when you open the bathroom door, you take a timid step out into the dark hallway and call out, “Eddie?”
“Baby,” he laughs from the living room, “I swear on Jonesy that I’m sitting on the couch, and I’ll keep my hands to myself for the rest of the movie.”
And well, swearing on Jonesy’s life is like swearing on Henderson’s mom, so you’re satisfied and confident enough to travel through the dark to return to the menace you call your boyfriend.
He sits, cross legged on the couch now, smiling. You kind of can’t believe this boy exists, that he’s yours.
Eddie gestures to the bottle of wine that’s replaced the pizza box, the large Garfield and Snoopy mugs joined by a bag of pretzels and a tub of vanilla frosting. “We don’t really have like, nice cups, this okay?”
Is it okay? Is this guy real? He’s straight out of a TV show, a favorite movie, the thing all the songs are trying to tell you about but just don’t seem possible.
He blinks at you, cheeks growing pink as you continue to stand at the edge of the living room and stare at him. His smile relaxes down to a shy, tight lipped thing as the silver metal on fingers that tap on his knees glints in the TV’s glow.
“Doll?” Eddie coughs, eyebrows raised at you when you still don’t say anything.
“Sorry,” you make your way to the couch finally, “Yeah. Really okay.”
“Cool,” he says quietly as you sit, ears peeking out through thick waves turning as pink as his cheeks.
He grabs the pretzels and you grab the frosting, popping open the lid with a grunt, and managing to get a decent amount of it in the curve of your thumb and forefinger.
Before you can scoop it up with a pretzel, Eddie’s fingers are tugging on yours, bringing your hand up to his mouth. His lips mold around the space, sucking before his tongue traces it and the room turns unberably hot despite the cool breeze and rain drifting in.
Eddie clocks the way your hips shift and thighs press together, the way your mouth parts and head tilts. The way your eyes turn a little glassy when he looks up at you.
He removes his mouth from your hand slowly, grinning and absolutely pleased with himself as he murmurs, “Oh, we like that, huh?”
Words escape your clutches just as Ripley does the Alien’s, and Eddie drops the bag of pretzels back onto the coffee table. He keeps eye contact as he grabs the tub of frosting from you, and dips his finger into it, slowly.
“Eddie, I-”
He’s smearing it on your collarbone and up your neck, your jaw and cheek as your fingers grip the couch cushion. Your chest heaves with quick breaths, a gasp slipping past your lips as he leans forward, tongue sweeping over your throat.
Eddie licks over your skin, slow, patiently, weight falling over you as you fall backwards on the couch and arch underneath him. The way his mouth travels over you is nothing like the quick nips and fast kisses from earlier. It’s slow licks, soft presses of his mouth, open and wet and breathy and dirty as he travels higher and higher.
His path leads him over your jaw and cheek now, both of you gasping for air as his fingers dig into your hips that roll against him and yours curl in the soft material on his shoulders.
He pulls away when he reaches the corner of your lips, smiling at the whine that leaves them when you don’t get the kiss you’re aching for.
“Guess you were right afterall,” he whispers, the tip of his nose tracing up yours as he does.
“Wh-what?”
Eddie grins, his mouth hovers over yours, sweet and sticky vanilla flavored lips just close enough to almost taste.
“That I was gonna do something stupid.”
“The only thing that’s stupid is that you haven’t kissed me yet, Munson.” Your eyes roll as his grin grows even wider.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, reaching for the frosting again. “I’m just getting started.”
Rain falls, and Aliens are killed and the candle flickers on a perfect night. Your new favorite flavor of anything is vanilla because of the perfect guy.
Eddie Munson gets you every fucking time.
#eddie munson#eddie munson × reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#the boy is mine challenge#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut
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Finished Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey.
I loved this book! I will pick the series up after I finish this challenge. What a cool sci fi fantasy idea. Dragons that can jump through time.
Not to mention the dragon/rider bonding!
Lessa is such a moody, headstrong character and I love that by the end she is so close and in love with F’lar.
I’m glad this was my D. It was also a quick easy read which I needed after the American Gods and Cresent City.
I have Eragon on hold at the library so I have to skip to Fairy tale by Stephen King for now.
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alhaitham used to think that one of the most fascinating aspects of human life was how one chooses a mate.
you’re making it weird. just say lover, the voice at the back of his mind scolds– a voice that sounds eerily similar to kaveh.
but it’s not weird, it’s biology. it’s a selective, compensatory process in which individuals combine scores on several key attributes. such attributes include - but are not limited to - supply and demand, individual circumstance, biology, psychology, religion. it’s an exchange theory of sorts, in which humans pick mates based on who best benefits them. he’d always thought that, should he find ‘a lover,’ it’d be someone like himself.
alhaitham will always be a scholar first and foremost, but every academic thought, fact, and hypothesis disappeared from his mind when he met you. all it took once one glance in your direction and you challenged his every preconceived notion.
you studied under the amurta darshan. he studied under haravatat. you smile and greet every passerby who spares you a glance. he really couldn’t be bothered to lift his nose out of his book. your career in emergency medicine is loud and fast-paced. his job as the scribe (and temporarily the acting grand sage) is largely quiet aside from the occasional research outing or squabble amongst the sages. you voluntarily take extra shifts at the bimarstan all the time, whereas he walks out the akademiya doors at five and never looks back. you like dogs, he prefers cats.
there’s no denying that the two of you are different, and that’s why the outcome rejects his hypothesis. you’re nothing like him and he chose you anyway.
he chose you (even ‘put a ring on it’ as kaveh says) despite the fact that you arrange your books in alphabetical order rather than the dewey decimal system he’s followed since childhood.
which is why he doesn’t understand why you’re suddenly acting like this. if he could swiftly classify your behaviour, it’d be much easier for him to make adjustments to whatever it is he’s doing, but he still hasn’t figured it out.
you’re on the night shift today, which means you’re still asleep as he gets ready for the day. he presses a kiss to your temple, pulling the covers back up around your chin before heading into the kitchen.
kaveh’s already awake too, nursing a mug of coffee as he mulls over the blueprints spread over the dinner table. alhaitham pours himself some coffee, settling into a chair and ignoring his roommate’s protests as he pushes blueprints aside to make room for his mug.
“i was looking at those,” the architect grumbles. “can’t you sit somewhere else?”
alhaitham opens his book, flipping to the page he’d left off on. “it’s my table.”
“that i picked!”
“and i paid for.”
he knows that kaveh can’t argue with that. he smirks, crossing his leg over his knee as kaveh mutters curses, gathering up his blueprints and stomping over to the living room.
when he’s got a good book open, ignoring kaveh’s grumblings is an easy task. his eyes shift toward the clock, and when he sees it’s almost time to head to the akademiya, it’s his turn to grumble.
but then you saunter out of the bedroom, stretching languidly before shuffling over to sit in his lap, pressing various, sleepy kisses to his face. “good morning.”
“ugh,” kaveh scoffs from the couch. “so unbecoming.”
“move out then,” alhaitham suggests, gripping your chin and pulling you in for a proper kiss.
“i can bring you lunch today,” you suggest, hugging him tightly. “or we can go to puspa café and finally have our fortunes read in the coffee grounds!”
“no need,” he tells you. “i’ll just have amani bring me something.”
your face immediately falls, and he doesn’t need to be a scholar to know he’s made some sort of mistake. especially when you slide off his lap, picking up his unfinished cup of coffee and placing it in the sink.
oh it’s so awkward, he hears kaveh say from the living room.
“i wasn’t…” he swallows his protests when you turn around, hands on your hips.
“well, you can just have amani bring you a new one when you get to work.” you turn on your heel, heading off to the bedroom and slamming the shut behind you.
“you handled that terribly,” kaveh informs him. “clearly you’ve never had a woman scream at you with her eyes.”
alhaitham closes his book letting out a breath. “noted.”
after a beat silence, his roommate is the one who sighs, claiming the seat across from him. “alright, i’m going to help you now. because i know that your life has been one grand exercise in romantic self-destruction.”
“romantic self—”
“let me finish. between the job that you have and the one that you somehow got, how often are you home?”
“same hours as always,” he answers easily. just because he had two jobs now did not mean he had to work longer than his standard nine to five.
kaveh shakes his head. “yes, but you always come home too exhausted to do anything, and then she goes to work for the night.”
“that is typically what employed adults who pay rent do.”
he can’t help but chuckle when kaveh rolls his eyes. “okay, smartass. but do yourself a favour and don’t talk about the assistant that obviously has a crush on you. it’s always ‘amani’s this,’ and ‘amani that.’ next time your fiancee offers to bring you lunch, just say yes and absolutely don’t mention that your assistant can bring it to you instead. she’s jealous. you simply have to assure her that she has no reason to be.”
you’re not like that, alhaitham thinks. because he knows you. knows that you’d never be prone to something as cliché as jealousy. and of almani? whose face he couldn’t pick out of a crowd if he tried?
also, kaveh absolutely could not be right. he refused it.
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alhaitham’s already at the bimarstan when you arrive, holding two to-go cups of coffee from puspa café. you roll your eyes as your coworkers and patients are whisper amongst themselves, in awe of the akademiya scribe/acting grand sage in their midst.
“you still have approximately ten minutes before your shift,” he tells you. “have coffee with me.”
“i need to get ready,” you huff, speed-walking toward the staff room. “why don’t you drink it with almani instead?”
it’s a low blow, and it’s punctuated by the flash of hurt that flickers across his face. he follows you, though, ignoring the ‘staff only’ sign and shutting the door tightly behind you both.
he opts to stay silent as you put your things away, letting you take the drinks from his hand, “you don’t have to drink it. caffeine intake can affect a person’s fine motor skills. such circumstances are unideal if you’re stitching together a wound or—”
“don’t tell me what to do,” you take the lid off one of the drinks, still glaring at him as you take a sip. “i’m not your assistant.”
if looks could kill, he’d be dead. usually, this is the kind of look you reserve for kaveh when he’s banging around building knick-knacks in the middle of the night.
“i don’t like amani.” alhaitham takes the cup from your hands, placing it on the bench. “i love you, and i don’t say it enough.”
you deflate a little, shaking your head. “no— i— i know. i guess it’s just been a little crazy with everything that’s been going on. you’re the acting grand sage now and you’re busier than ever. i should be more supportive instead of being crazy jealous of—”
“so you were jealous?” damn kaveh.
“well, if i started spending all my time with someone other than you, wouldn’t you be?”
“no,” he answers confidently, reaching out and pulling you in by the waist. “i’m kind of a big deal around here. you certainly can’t do better than me.
“doctor,” one of your medical students interrupts, poking her head into the room. “the general mahamatra is in need of medical attention. he’s asked for you, specifically.”
wait, cyno? asking for you?
this information doesn’t seem to puzzle you the way it does him, and you press a quick kiss to alhaitham’s lips, smiling. “i’ll be right there.”
and if alhaitham hovers a little too closely, shooting daggers over the top of his book while you clean up and stitch the wound on cyno’s unfortunately well-sculpted abdomen, laughing at his every awful joke— you simply smirk, choosing not to say anything.
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