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youre-where-i-wanna-go · 7 months

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So I just found the original script of Gunpowder Milkshake and the fact that Scarlet and Anna May were so explicitly gay in it but it was all cut makes me so sad/angry.

I do understand why in the final version Anna May didn't forgive Scarlet so quickly. I think in that short amount of time it makes more sense for her to stay bitter a bit longer as she did in the movie but lord WE COULD'VE HAD A NECK KISS

I really hope we will still get that sequel and this last scene will be part of it. We deserve explicit ScarletMay 🥺 we deserve to see them kiss

Link to full script here

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[Image ID 1: SCARLET: There’s a pretty good chance they’ll shoot me on sight.

EVA: I’m willing to take that chance.

SCARLET: I’m serious.

EVA: Ma, they’re your oldest friends. More than that, in some cases.

SCARLET: (heartbroken) I don’t think we’re friends anymore.]

[Image ID 2: Anna May, rifle in hand, is about to climb in the passenger seat. Scarlet walks over to her. Anna May looks away.

SCARLET: I have to go help her.

ANNA MAY: And you need my permission?

SCARLET: I can’t bail on her again.

ANNA MAY: Why? You’ve gotten pretty good at it.

SCARLET: I thought I was doing the right thing. For her.

Anna May lets out a breath, letting go of fifteen years of anger. She turns to Scarlet.

ANNA MAY: You were doing the right thing.

SCARLET: (surprised) What?

ANNA MAY: I mean look at this place. That’s no way to raise a kid.

Scarlet is overwhelmed. There are so many things she wants to tell Anna May.

SCARLET: I missed you.

ANNA MAY: (in a good way) Oh, fudge you.

SCARLET: Fudge you.

Anna May takes Scarlet’s hand.

ANNA MAY: Just meet us at the diner. Come back in one piece, OK? Both of you.

Scarlet nods and lets go of Anna May’s hand. She takes one last look at Emily and turns away.

ANNA MAY (CONT’D): Wait.

Anna May pulls an ornate wooden box from the van. She hands it to Scarlet.

ANNA MAY (CONT’D): I kept the girls ready for you.

Scarlet opens the box. Inside it sit TWO BEAUTIFUL IDENTICAL HANDGUNS. White, etched with floral engravings. A gorgeous song starts playing. DAUGHTER’s YOUTH. It’s the only thing we hear as -

A SLOW MOTION SEQUENCE BEGINS]

[Image ID 3: INT. THE CABIN’S LIVING ROOM - MORNING WE FOLLOW Eva as she walks downstairs. She peeks into the living room and sees:

Anna May sits at a table, reading a book. Scarlet walks out of the kitchen. One hand in a splint, the other holding a cup of coffee. She walks over to Anna May and hugs her from behind. They move together to music coming from a nearby radio. Scarlet kisses Anna May’s neck.

EVA: Will you two get a room?

The two women laugh.

SCARLET: Oh, please. You’ve seen worse.

FLORENCE (O.S.): God knows I have.]

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Do you still take Gunpowder Milkshake prompts and do you write Anna May/Florence/Madeleine also? I like MadeleineLives! fix its, and can be smutty :))

And do you want to join Gunpowder Milfshake discord?

Heyyyy @my-gaydar-is-on-point !! I absolutely am taking requests for Gunpowder Milkshake characters!! (And sorry, but I’m not on discord) This one’s partially inspired by a post of @starfirebutterfly1 , And I couldn’t not think of the song linked because they’re all brunettes… Hope you Enjoy! 😉

What makes a bunny? ~Gunpowder Milkshake Librarians xFem bunny!Reader

The Librarians of Gunpowder Milkshake—Anna May, Florence, & Madeleine—interacting with their bunny!Reader…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, bunny!reader, teasing, eating out, fingering, mommy kink, mistress kink, praise kink, overstimulation, pet names, public sex, etc.

One blurb for each of them = 3 in 1…!

Enjoy (;

Anna May

Anna May had you cornered in the literary science section of the library, your back against the bookshelf and your her body flush against yours.

Your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed red, as the librarian’s fingers danced along the edge of your way to short skirt and down your plush thighs.

“What’s the matter, bunny…? Cat got your tongue…? Speak up, sweet pet…” Anna May purred in a hushed tone into your ear.

Your heart was racing and the eye contact became too much, causing you to look to the ground in embarrassment. You were dripping and aching for the woman. And she knew it. She cupped your chin, directing your eyes back up to her gaze.

“Well bunny…?” The curly haired goddess taunted.

You gulped, your face reddening even more.

“I— wanna be good for you…” you whimpered.

At this, Anna May crooked her head slightly and then called out,

“Florence, Dear, I’m going to need the Library’s private quarters for the evening…!”

Before leading her bunny to the private bedroom, and you of course followed her like the obedient pet you were…

~~~

Florence

Florence had you laid out on the couch as her head was being suffocated by your plush thighs, her tongue lapping up your juices of yet another orgasm that she had brought you. Your hand was buried tightly in the woman’s short curls. You moaned out incoherently in pleasure as you began to approach your next high.

But suddenly Florence pulled out from in between your thighs. Her face full with your cum. And a wicked grin plastered on her face.

“Turn around, hun’…” Florence lustfully instructed, “on all fours, bunny…”

You nodded, completely blissed out, and immediately rolling over and getting on all fours, presenting your ass to the goddess librarian.

“OHhhHh fuck yes mistress please don’t stop…!” You desperately whimpered, as the brunette’s tongue began pleasuring you from behind.

After hours of cumming non-stop, your mistress finally let you off the hook. You collapsed in her lap, exhausted but completely sated and your plush thighs shaking ever so slightly. But as you then went to get up from the couch, your legs immediately buckled and you collapsed to the floor.

*impressed whistle*

“Did your mistress fuck you that good, bunny…?” Florence teased, causing a rush of red to erupt across your cheeks as the woman helped you up.

~~~

Madeleine

“My my my, your absolutely soaked, Dear…” Madeleine lustfully cooed, having pinned you to the library entry desk with one of her hands snuck up your skirt and teasing your folds.

She than helped you up onto the counter, kissing all available skin, while removing your clothing piece by piece.

“You gonna be good for me, bunny…?” She cooed.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

Soon, you were in nothing but your knickers, causing you to suddenly become overly shy and self conscious. Your face flushed tomato red and your body curled up on the desk as your hands went to cover your face and any other body part you could.

“Oh no no no, let me see you, Dear…” the brunette cooed, bringing your thighs back on each side of her form and taking your hand away from your body.

“There… that’s better…such a good girl…” she cooed, cupping your cheek, “you don’t have to hide from me, bunny…”

Your cheeks flushed fusia with her praise. You tightened your thighs eagerly in anticipation. And Madeleine took note.

“Ohhhh…you like that…?” she mused, “you like mommy praising you…? I had a hunch…” she chuckled, finally slipping one of her digits into your heat.

“OhHhhHhHh… yes fuck mommy…!” You moaned, bucking your hips needily against the librarians hand.

~~~

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 30 Group 146

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Chosen Ones: Vanessa Dahl, Linnéa Wallin, Ida Holmström, Minoo Falk Karimi, Elias Malmgren, Anna-Karin Nieminen, Rebecka Mohlin

Librarians: Eve Baird, Flynn Carsen, Jacob Stone, Cassandra Cillian, Ezekiel Jones, Jenkins aka. Sir Galahad

Submissions are now closed!

Chosen Ones:

They're witches ! Chosen ones !

Librarians:

Imagine a magic library appoints some guy to be its keeper, then after a while realises the task has made him a strange and lonely man whose only friend is a sentient sword. Aiming to fix this, the library appoints a gaggle of likeminded yet very different people for him to interact with. The cast consists of: Flynn Carsen, the afformented man whose best friend is a sword and who thinks a day without an Indiana Jones style adventure is a day wasted. Eve Baird, a woman raised to be a soldier suddenly thrown into a world of wonder, magic and dangers she knows nothing of, now tasked with keeping 4 eccentric, genius minds from being killed by their curiosity. Cassandra Cillian, a math whiz genius who's lived an isolated life from being put on a pedestal as a child, who has since been diagnosed with brain cancer and is desperately trying to live life to the fullest for as long as she can. Dresses like Ms. Frizzle. Jacob Stone, yeehaw cowboy dude who publishes his groundbreaking art and architecture history papers under a pen name because he knows his yeehaw cowboy family wouldn't approve. He's got the brains AND brawn. Ezekiel Jones, Australian techie and professional thief. The guy lived the Carmen Sandiego life before being recruited. Tries to act tough and morally grey but is genuinely the least selfish out of them all. Youngest Sibling Vibes are Off the Chart. Jenkins aka. the actual sir. Galahad from the Arthurian legend is here also. He's just some grumpy immortal grandpa don't worry about it. They're all just a bunch of nerdy adults who didn't have any friends or loving families growing up who find themselves living the life they dreamed about as children and it doesn't take long for them to consider each other, and the library, home.

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my-gaydar-is-on-point · 2 years

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Killercule Halloween for @floreleine !!

Halloween prompt 5/?

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chrism02 · 2 years

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#Alfred Molina #Konstantin Kostya Dmitrievich Levin #konstantin levin #konstantin levin x reader #Konstantin Kostya Dmitrievich Levin x reader #kostya #anna karenina #The Librarians

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thezenanna · 1 year

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full uncensored version 😈💦\

I'm also writing a little shamelessly spicy story about these three librarians for my lovely warlock patreons. Keep an eye out ✨

#oc art #the spicy anna #spicy sapphic #just some hot librarians having a good time

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in-the-stacks · 1 year

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Presenting Llama Llama Gram and Grandpa by Anna Dewdney. Reviewed by Victoria Tatum of The Book Traveler for In the Stacks.

http://www.inthestacks.tv/2023/03/the-book-traveler-llama-llama-gram-and-grandpa-by-anna-dewdney

#Llama llama gram and grandpa #Anna Dewdney #Books #Librarians #Reading #AmReading #MyLibrarian #Guest Librarian #In the Stacks #video book reviews #Librarian Book Reviews

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lastnightswritings · 11 months

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What kind of library doesn’t have a copy of Anna Karenina?

The library I work at, ofcourse.

#Anna Karenina #tolstoy #library #disappoinment #ofcourse #just when I want to read it again #Some librarians #someone will be getting an email about this #karen #it's not even about the fact that it's a classic #I just want to read it #IN PRINT #books #classics #classic

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years

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Twst boys x Disney princesses

In which some of the Disney princesses somehow end up in Twst in place of Yuu and are hanging out with the boys. They are all rooming in Ramshackle together. The only context you need is that it is 1am when I thought of and started typing this.

Belle is the one that gets the title of Beast Master slapped onto her. All the beast men students latch onto her. They all get along with her and want to keep her happy. Leona taking residence on her lap while she finds a nice reading spot in the botanical garden is a common sight.

Ariel, much to everyone's regret for not keeping them separated, gets along well with Floyd. They in a weird way match each other's energy. Ariel is so excited and willing to jump into anything to explore this strange new world, and Floyd loves seeing her reactions to things. He thinks it's hilarious.

Merida and Rook archery contest. They're both so good though that no one can judge their matches. It's now escalated to shooting random stuff near each other to show off. Rook will be eating an apple and Merida will shoot it out of his hand from a balcony somewhere, he can't even see her. No one wants to hang out with them.

Jasmine, like the Scarabia boys, always has a sweater with her uniform. Because compared to the desert, NRC is freezing. Shes very fond of Kalim, because he reminds her of her dad, and Scarabia looks like her home. So she's usually hanging around them. Jamil and Kalim note that the carpet really likes Jasmine and listens to her.

Vil did not initially want to be around Snow White, because she is basically a girl Neige. But one day she asks sort of shyly if she had done anything to him, and if so she was very sorry. The poor thing was so genuinely upset, that Vil felt bad and stopped avoiding her.

Cater saw Anna doing her thing where she jumps in front of portraits and matches them. They took so many pictures and it became a new trend/challenge on Magicam.

Aroura is always hanging around the Diasomnia gang. It reminds her of being with her aunt's and helps the home sickness. She watches over Silver when he passes out.

Cinderella gets along with Trein. At first she was unsure, because he is a lot like her stepmother. But upon seeing that Trein is very nice, they got along very well. Trein is fond of her and says she reminds him of his daughters.

Tiana and Ruggie are friends. They both took on jobs at Mostro Lounge and clicked. Ruggie shows her all the recipes his grandma uses, Tiana uses him as a taste tester. Granny Bucchi adores her.

Aroura and Belle are the ones that go out of their way to befriend Malleus. All the princesses are nice to him, don't get me wrong. But those two are his friends.

Snow White likes to bake with Trey. Her apple pies were a bif hit at the next tea party.

Cinderella keeps Grim in line. She will grab him by the scruff of his neck, and go, "What do you have? Drop it. Come on, I said drop it." Or if he won't listen to anyone else, they get her. "Grim, come here!" Cinderella has also befriended all the mice and rats in Ramshackle. She made them sweaters and everything.

Some of the princesses have taken on small jobs around campus. Tiana cooks and packs hot lunches to sell. Ariel will sometimes be a lounge singer for Mostro Lounge. Belle will help out the librarian.

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ebookporn · 1 year

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‘Our mission is crucial’: meet the warrior librarians of Ukraine

When Russia invaded Ukraine, a key part of its strategy was to destroy historic libraries in order to eradicate the Ukrainians’ sense of identity. But Putin hadn’t counted on the unbreakable spirit of the country’s librarians

by Stephen Marche

The morning that Russian bombs started falling on Kyiv, Oksana Bruy woke up worried about her laptop. Bruy is president of the Ukrainian Library Association and, the night before, she hadn’t quite finished a presentation on the new plans for the Kyiv Polytechnic Library, so she had left her computer open at work. That morning, the street outside her house filled with the gunfire of Ukrainian militias executing Russian agents. Missile strikes drove her into an underground car park with her daughter, Anna, and her cat, Tom. A few days, later she crept back into the huge empty library, 15,000sqft once filled with the quiet murmurings of readers. As she grabbed her laptop, the air raid siren sounded and she rushed to her car.

Thanks to that computer, Bruy could work. She didn’t return to her office; instead, she fled west to Lviv. “In all that time, from the first day of the full-scale war, I did not stop working,” she says. The library’s IT specialist lived in the neighbourhood. He kept the servers running and the employees connected. “So there was not a single day’s break in the work of the Kyiv Polytechnical Library, all this time, from 24 February.” The Russians have not shut her down. Oksana Bruy is winning her battle in the Ukrainian war. The libraries are open.

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bobfloydsbabe · 4 months

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drinking hot cocoa in small cafés with eccentric professor bob?

- @bradshawsbaby 💕

Darling, this is such a good one for these two! Saying I got carried away would be an understatement because this turned out to be almost 600 words. Apparently, I can't control myself. I hope you like it!

winter vibes prompts open for: eccentric professor bob, librarian bob, mob boss bob, and rhett abbott

From the table, she watches Dr. Floyd order from the barista with an easy smile. It’s rare she gets the see the professor let his guard down, but watching the scene in front of her makes her wish he would do it more.

She’s not sure where they stand. They spend more time arguing than doing actual work, and more often than not, she wants to claw his eyes out or rip out her own hair. He’s grumpy and unbearably stubborn, but she can’t help but want his approval.

He thanks the barista and walks back to their table, holding two steaming mugs in his large hands. She spends more time thinking about those hands than she should. It’s becoming a problem.

“Here,” he says and places the mug in front of her. The scent of chocolate and cinnamon fills her nostrils, and for the first time all day, the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Thank you.” Lifting the mug to her lips, she sips and lets the chocolaty deliciousness warm her from the inside out. She hums in appreciation. “That may be the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Anna knows what she’s doing.”

They sit in silence for a while, sipping their drinks and watching the first flakes of snow fall outside. It’s peaceful, a whole hour from the hustle and bustle of campus.

“Imogen.”

She looks at the professor, shocked that he used her first name. It sounds foreign on his lips, but good. She could get used to it.

“What?”

He pushes his half-empty mug to the side and leans his forearms on the table, eyes locked on hers. “Are you alright?”

Instantly, tears start prickling behind her eyes, and she looks down so he won’t see. She’d hoped he wouldn’t ask. She doesn’t want to cry in front of him, doesn’t want him to see her at her lowest.

The lie he won’t believe comes easily. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

She raises her eyes again. “I think I know if I’m fine or not.”

He glares at her, daring her to argue again. There’s a part of her wants to, simply because it’s what they do, but then he reaches for her hand and gives it a quick squeeze. “You don’t have to tell me,” he says, voice deep and gravelly with the slightest accent she still can’t place.

“It’s stupid,” she mumbles, brushing away the traitorous tear that dared fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, placing his index finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I didn’t take you to my favorite spot outside the city for nothing. Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”

She stares at him. He’s so different from the person she’s gotten to know over the last couple of months. The man sitting in front of her is warm and caring. He offers gentle touches and shows her a place he usually keeps to himself. He keeps a lot of things to himself, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to chip away at that hard exterior. He’s offering her a piece of himself.

His thumb brushes over the knuckles of the hand he’s holding, and a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling. His eyes are bright and crystal blue, and they’ve been haunting her dreams for weeks. The idea of kissing him is on her mind a lot these days, too.

Imogen takes a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s a long story.”

#mail #answered #bradshawsbaby #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x oc #eccentric professor bob #professor bob #professor bob thots #bob floyd fic #tgm fic #otp: bob x imogen #oc: imogen van doren #fic: gold rush

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duckprintspress · 10 months

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Happy last Thursday of July! We’re celebrating with three new short story releases!

Title: Entanglement Series: Sunrise Over the Black Forest Author: Lyn Weaver

m/m, established relationship of convenience, mutual pining, aren’t roadtrip invitations always platonic clearly there’s no feels here

Two years into their not-relationship, Sevan disappears for a week, only to appear at Kel’s church with a simple invitation: for Kel to accompany Sevan on a two-week trip to the edge of the Black Forest to observe the forest expanding its borders.

How does a cursed forest become larger?

When the trees get up and relocate, of course…

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Title: Little Witch’s Apothecary Series: May of the Mountain Author: J. D. Harlock

studio ghibli meets fandom vibes, modern with magic, love potion shenanigans

Desperate for money to pay off her debts, May opens a small apothecary stand in Jdiedet. It’d be far more enjoyable work if the clientele didn’t constantly break into her manga reading time…but she supposes she’ll cook up a love potion for the local librarian. If she has to. If only to ensure the library continues getting new volumes for her to read.

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Title: Awkward and Oblivious Author: R. L. Houck

f/f, modern, fluffy, bonding over a sick pet

When the trucker Alex finds a sick puppy abandoned by the side of the road, she races to get the poor dog to a veterinarian that can help. Several appointments later, the now-adopted Mako is on the mend and Alex has a favorite vet office.

Now, if only Alex could figure out how to get the oblivious Dr. Anna to respond to her awkward attempts to ask her on a date…

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Get these charming stories, and many more, by visiting the Duck Prints Press store now!

#duck prints press #new release #our titles #j. d. harlock #lyn weaver #r. l. houck #f/f #m/m

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ammg-old2 · 1 year

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The morning that Russian bombs started falling on Kyiv, Oksana Bruy woke up worried about her laptop. Bruy is president of the Ukrainian Library Association and, the night before, she hadn’t quite finished a presentation on the new plans for the Kyiv Polytechnic Library, so she had left her computer open at work. That morning, the street outside her house filled with the gunfire of Ukrainian militias executing Russian agents. Missile strikes drove her into an underground car park with her daughter, Anna, and her cat, Tom. A few days, later she crept back into the huge empty library, 15,000sqft once filled with the quiet murmurings of readers. As she grabbed her laptop, the air raid siren sounded and she rushed to her car.

Thanks to that computer, Bruy could work. She didn’t return to her office; instead, she fled west to Lviv. “In all that time, from the first day of the full-scale war, I did not stop working,” she says. The library’s IT specialist lived in the neighbourhood. He kept the servers running and the employees connected. “So there was not a single day’s break in the work of the Kyiv Polytechnical Library, all this time, from 24 February.” The Russians have not shut her down. Oksana Bruy is winning her battle in the Ukrainian war. The libraries are open.

The battles of the 21st century are hybrid wars fought on any and all fronts: military, economic, political, technological, informational, cultural. Often ignored, or relegated to marginal status, the cultural front is nonetheless foundational. The wars of this century are wars over meaning. As American forces learned in Iraq and Afghanistan, if you lose on the cultural front, military and economic dominance swiftly erode. The terrible battles for Kyiv and Kharkiv, the destruction of Ukraine’s civilian infrastructure, Europe’s struggle to heat and feed itself this winter, spiralling inflation, the brutal material horrors of the struggle, might make any cultural reading of the conflict seem fantastical or glib. But at its core, and from its origin, this Ukrainian conflict has been a war over language and identity. And Ukraine’s libraries are the key.

#current events #books #libraries #history #politics #russian politics #ukrainian politics #sociology #culture #languages #russo-ukrainian war #2022 russian invasion of ukraine #ukraine #russia #ukrainian

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in-the-stacks · 2 years

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Presenting Llama Llama Red Pajama by Anna Dewdney. Reviewed by Victoria Tatum of The Book Traveler for In the Stacks.

http://www.inthestacks.tv/2022/08/the-book-traveler-llama-llama-red-pajama-by-anna-dewdney

#Llama Llama Red Pajama #Anna Dewdney #Books #Librarians #Reading #AmReading #MyLibrarian #Guest Librarian #In the Stacks #video book reviews #Librarian Book Reviews

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pinkandpurple360 · 5 months

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Okay, so for some reason when I started reading your post about octavia and Fizz being opposite but similar 'n' all, I instantly thought about Blitzø and Fizz adopting her, and quickly scrolling down it appeared that it was ALSO the point you were getting at!

And, like, gay dads adopts late-teenage girls from unknowing, bad, families, is a Trope that sound awesome.

And then you got one of those girls becoming hitman while the other becomes librarian/writer or something, and they're besties and spend lots of time together excepted when one got a contract or the other has a tense moment with her publisher or something, but sometime having a hitman bestie is quite useful, and sometime having a decent writer that looks like an ordinary person too.

And you got big sister hitman always here to help, with little sister writer/librarian always here to listen.

And two sad dads that could not believe their girls will end up their lives with another girl. (I don't know enough of octavia to ship her, so I make her aro, but not ace.)

I’ve created this semi dysfunctional half goth half clown family in my head and now I’m so attached to them I can’t undo what is done.

Gay clown dads with unresolved “something” between them adopt sardonic goth girls who have a friendship? Sign me up.

Octavia is sooo writer-coded, she has so many opinions, and I also love the idea that she does digital art on her tablet. If you ever annoy her she draws you really ugly and posts it on her blog, then if you try take it down she threatens to sue and serve you with a subpoena, cites her right to artistic expression (guess where she learned that from)

Via having tension with her publisher could be such an interesting avenue, it reminds me of the scenes in Little Women between Jo and the book publisher Mr Dashwood. Her book is only released on the condition that it end in the main character having a romance, because it was seen as improper for her to be a “spinster” —- it’s misogyny but also, something else called amatonormativity

This way of thinking values romantic, monogamous pairings above all else, and elevates sexual relationships as higher in value than platonic ones when this is rarely the case. It makes people feel they have to endure even toxic relationships just for the ‘normalcy’ of having a monogamous nuclear family. It also encourages attitudes of running off with some romantic interest and leaving platonic relationships behind. Since to some, romance and sexual relationships can save you from your troubles and is the ultimate goal.

Sound familiar?

It’s because this is the crutch of what happened to Stolas, the attitude of what made him maintain the lie, force the toxic relationship to stay together, and seek out sexuality as a way to escape it all. Because he thinks it’s the answer to his unhappiness.

Funny enough actually, Frozen is one of the most famous animated films to criticise this idea and stomp it out. Anna realises her love for her own flesh and blood Elsa is worth much more to her than any romance either with Hans or Kristoff. And this is incidentally where they based much of the Goetia themes (allegedly) especially with Andre being a walking Frozen reference…

Soooo yeah Octavia is now a massive Greta Gerwig stan because I said so, her favourite actresses are Winona Ryder and Fiona Shaw, she is scathingly critical of amatonormativity. Fizz had told her about the Barbie movie and how it “changed” his entire worldview and is deeply personal to him for some reason that he won’t say. Something to do with the dolls theme. She didn’t believe it at first, and was repulsed by saturated feminine colours, but then it awakened something in her as well. Feminism, and more critique of romance obsession.

She is someone who is now valuing friendship honesty, consent, and trust above all else. She and Loona are finally exploring social events together. Making friends. At a party she’s the one she goes to when she’d like to get home, and Loona always does even if she’s having fun.

I don’t want to imply that she became aromantic because of the trauma, so maybe she has always been on the aroace spectrum, which was why she could see through the rose coloured glasses from the start. She doesnt centre her life goals and self esteem on any type of love or male approval anymore, and it would take a significant amount of trust and mutual independence between her and a partner before she’d enter that type of relationship. She might not ever want to marry, and I don’t blame her.

Also she’s a lesbian because. I say so. This show has no lesbians yet and if she’s basically Janis from Mean Girls, that makes her gay. Don’t tell anyone but she has a massive celebrity crush on Glitz from the Twin Glam sisters and can you blame her. Fizz isn’t very happy about that poster in her room but he doesn’t comment.

To be fair I don’t think it was a surprise to anyone that she likes women it was a kindve “that’s great sweetie do you want pancakes or sliders for breakfast?”

So so so cute 🥺 and who knows, maybe there are times where Loona and Via break stereotypes and it’s Via who keeps Loona protected as the “muscle” while Loona becomes more interested in education

Text exchange:

Loona: it’s kinda funny how nobody expects you to be the muscle of the two of us.

Via: well, you know the most powerful muscle is the brain. And I make sure to exercise mine daily.

Loona: “The most powerful muscle is the brain” 🤓

Via: HEY! Well it’s true!!

#helluva boss #Octavia

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honeybearee · 2 months

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Coming Home

Cam

Cam fiddled with the radio dial in his car, struggling to recall the name of the local station he listened to growing up. The numbers eluded him, like a slippery noodle on the end of a spoon - just when you thought you had it, it slipped right out of your grasp.

Familiarity washed over him as he heard a comforting voice drip through his speakers like honey, inviting him to listen as she spun tales of local legends and lore that had long been lost to memories of people who had long been dead.

One of his favorite segments had always been the bedtime stories told by local librarian, Elizabeth, in the evenings when children would be settling down in bed with their parents, favorite stuffed animal tucked under their arms as they cuddled in close to mom or dad. At least, that had been his experience, and as the memories sprang to his mind from the recesses of his brain, he wondered why he had been so eager to leave the comfort and safety of the town he'd once called home.

Cam had spent the majority of his childhood dreaming of escaping from this place that he had deemed too small for someone whose energy was as big as his. He couldn't deny that once he'd moved away for college and then settled in the city with Cristina, he'd found the home that matched the pace he craved. He loved the constant sounds of the traffic and low hum of life as the city breathed at all hours. He loved that he and Cristina always had some new show to go to, some new band to see.

But he was getting tired, and the hum was beginning to become too much. The city had lost its luster.

Even so, coming home felt so jarring when he was a completely different person who was returning.

As he passed the welcome sign into town, the sun was just setting down behind the trees in the skyline, casting hues of orange and pink and purple through the darkening sky. He caught a reflection of pink off of his wedding band, and he let out a heavy sigh.

Cristina hadn't been thrilled at the idea of him going alone to his brother's wedding, but she made it clear that she was not interested in attending. Cam knew she wanted him to stay home and miss the event altogether -- as evidenced by the passive comments and the ridiculous pouting she did as he loaded his bags into the trunk of his car -- but he couldn't even fathom the thought of missing his brother's wedding. It simply wasn't an option.

He considered taking the ring off for the remainder of the trip, just to get a little breathing room, but then he remembered there would likely be lots of pictures posted to Facebook, and if he took off his ring, he'd never hear the end of it. Maybe then she'd let him go.

He shook his head to clear the thought. As Cristina would say, that wasn't productive for working on a marriage.

The porch light was on as he pulled into the driveway of his parents home, and though it was darker, he could clearly see how little had changed since he was last here. His mother's garden collection of frogs and gnomes lined the flowerbed beneath the bay window. The stone paving stones leading to the front porch were worn down around the edges, and Cam was reminded of the countless hours he and Anna had entertained themselves by hopping from stone to stone without touching the dirt.

Wow. Anna.

He straightened in surprise at the thought of her, bags gripped in both hands as he stared off in the distance towards the direction of where she'd once lived. He didn't even know if she still lived there with her dad now, or if she'd moved on to a place of her own.

He didn't really know anything about Anna's life anymore, he realized, as he slammed the trunk closed. He was ruminating about the idea of calling her as he climbed the front porch steps and pulled the screen door open. He tried the knob, and surprised to find it locked, he gave a couple of soft thuds on the door. It shortly swung open to reveal his mother, a wide smile on her face at the sight of her long-lost son.

His family received him as warmly as they could someone they hardly knew anymore. It was late enough that it was just his parents and brother -- the rest of the family had gone home to do bedtime routines -- but Cam didn't really mind, as the idea of seeing everyone at once after all this time seemed exhausting and overwhelming.

The conversation got off to an awkward start with a lot of questions and apologies for assumptions about the people that they used to be. His parents looked older, and he didn't know why he hadn't expected that to hit so hard, but it made him feel immensely sad to realize that he'd missed so much time. Eventually they settled into a comfortable, quiet lull where he managed to dodge questions about Cristina and explain her absence away. Jesse raised an eyebrow at Cam in question but remained quiet throughout the night, until their parents excused themselves to bed, and the two of them decided to knock back a couple of bottles of beer.

They were two beers deep when Cam looked absently out of the kitchen window and noticed that their childhood treehouse still stood solid in the backyard.

"Holy shit, bro. That's still up?" He asked, interrupting Jesse in the middle of his rundown of the itinerary for the next few days. Jesse turned to see what Cam was looking at and nearly groaned.

"Yeah, but it needs some repairs-"

Cam was already out of the back door and down the steps before Jesse could even finish his sentence. All Jesse could do was follow behind and try to make sure that Cam didn't break his neck trying to climb down from the damn thing.

Cam made it to the platform at the top of the ladder and was just pulling himself up when he heard, rather than felt, the snap of the rung below his right foot. He was sure he looked comical as he scrambled to grab a hold of anything he could to keep himself from falling, but instead, he smacked his head on the edge of the platform on his way down before landing square on his back on the soft grass below.

He broke into a fit of laughter as Jesse rushed over, but he stopped short at the sight of Jesse's face that just screamed yikes. He reached up above his left eye to feel the the wet warmth of blood on his fingers. He swiped at his forehead, trying to wipe the blood away, and winced when he realized that it was likely worse that he had thought.

"It's going to need stitches, isn't it?"

They hadn't bothered to wake their parents and opted instead to go around the house to Jesse's car parked out in front of the house to avoid making a scene. They'd worry about what mom and dad would say tomorrow -- for now, Cam would at least need to get it looked at and probably stitched up by a doctor.

Cam was glad when Jesse didn't make a big deal of coming with him into triage and then into the actual hospital room. As he looked around at all the different notices and signs around the room, he realized that he barely paid attention to these things during most visits. He prefered to stay buried in his phone, since he knew that Cristina was going to do all of the talking for him.

This time, he was on his own, and there was a relief in being able to have this moment for just himself, shitty as it was to have to sit in the ER, waiting to get stitches. His head snapped to the door as soon as he heard the knock, and he barely managed to choke out come in before the door opened and a nurse stepped in.

His breath caught in his throat as soon as he caught sight of the nurse, and all he could do was suddenly laugh out, "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world..."

#ship: annacam #para: annacam #para: coming home

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