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theforgottenfandoms · 16 minutes ago
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If you like sweet romance, storys about growing up and disability/mental illness you will like it.
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gendzl · an hour ago
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I find it interesting how an author's writing style can change so much between genres that some books are my absolute favorites and I can't even get thru a page of the others.
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candicepaints · an hour ago
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Starter for @jim-moriarty-moran
Seb isn’t sure what had happened or where he is. He had laid down for a nap and closed his eyes. He hadn’t been feeling well all day, much warmer than he should have been but he had been trying to ignore that. Closing his eyes, it doesn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep. 
The change is automatic as he looks around the place where he is, everything is...strange, the giant plants making him wonder if he’s just tiny, the strange looking animals and insects running around not making him feel any more sure that he’s the size he was previously. Hearing a voice behind him, he turns around, quickly, but sees nothing. This isn’t going well for him, he doesn’t know where he is and apparently he’s hearing things now. 
Not wanting to stick around and find out what it was that was making him think someone was talking to him, he begins to walk in the hopes of finding someone that he can ask for directions, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. The sound of talking continues, seeming to close in around him and he breaks out into a run, not being able to find anyone or anything that should be able to talk to him before realizes that it was the flowers. What sort of nightmare land was this? Are the flowers and grass trying to get revenge for people walking over them all these years? But, if they are, why are they starting with him, what did he do to deserve this? 
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wang--xian · 3 hours ago
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Feng Xin:“What…...What’s with this child?”
Xie Lian: *laughing drily* “Cute, right?”
Feng Xin: *glaring at hua cheng* “...Cute? But, why do I think he looks a lot like…”
Xie Lian: “Like my son, right?”
Feng Xin: “??? When did you have a son?”
Xie Lian: *smiling* “I haven’t yet. I’m just saying, that if I do have a son, he must be just as cute, right?”
Hua Cheng: *smiling* “Right.”
Feng Xin: “...”
Fu Yao: “...”
Xie Lian: “Hahahaha… eh?” [...]
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wang--xian · 3 hours ago
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Xie Lian proclaimed sharply:
“I, AM OVER EIGHT HUNDRED. OLDER THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED. I’VE CROSSED MORE BRIDGES THAN ALL THE ROADS YOU’VE WALKED.”
“I, POSSESS SHRINES AND TEMPLES ACROSS THIS LAND; MY DEVOTEES AND WORSHIPPERS ARE SPREAD TO ALL FOUR SEAS. IF YOU DON’T KNOW MY NAME, IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE IGNORANT AND UNLEARNED OF THE WORLD!”
“I, DO NOT WORSHIP GODS.”
“I, AM GOD!”
When the mob heard this speech that was so shameless yet spoken with an incomparably impressive air, they were all stunned, and subconsciously dropped their jaws. “...HUH???”
Xie Lian made up all that nonsense because he was waiting for this very moment. He flung that plate in his hand, and all those white little meatballs shot out through the air like iron pellets, scattered in all directions, and without any misses, they were hurled right into the open mouths of all those people in shock. Then he wiped away his sweat,
“Will everyone please forget everything I just said. I’m actually only just a scrap collector!”
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the---hermit · 3 hours ago
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As I was organizing my books in my new study I realized that I have quite a few unread graphic novels that were gifted to me and that I have never got around reading.
I was thinking I might try to challenge myself with a 7 books in 7 days kind of thing with these graphic novels.
These past weeks I have had a bit of a reading block, and I didn't really read anything other than audiobooks. I always feel like graphic novels and comics are a good way to get back into reading.
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benzodiacs · 3 hours ago
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that awkward moment when ur professor asks "ok so why did u guys choose this seminar" and you have to reply with "idk bro i dont give a shit abt literature actually and i had to pick this because it was the only one that fit into my schedule. also im hoping to get out & switch to a different one in a few weeks. haha anyways"
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reggierightsactivism · 4 hours ago
oh my god, which comic is that from if i may ask?
it’s from the new riverdale tie-in graphic novel “the ties that bind” :) 
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zoryuhateblog · 4 hours ago
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it's so fucking funny that hei-ran sometimes just casually goes to sleep to spite jianzhu
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bleedingsilverbird · 4 hours ago
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I hate having 0 patience bc I’ll start writing my thesis, hit a minor snag (latest one was “don’t know how to begin this paragraph”), and then procrastinate for literal days but finding no enjoyment in the distraction bc I’m deathly afraid of failure and I KNOW my potential is far greater than my achievements and I know my talents are like ripe fruit on the other side of an unlockable door and I just stand there watching them through the keyhole as they slowly rot
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plainheyokasworld · 5 hours ago
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Editing one MTL chapter of Heaven's Official's Blessing per day myself☺️... Quite a task...
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andallshallbewell · 5 hours ago
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morebedsidebooks · 5 hours ago
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Fauna by Christiane Vadnais
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From the cabin, Lawrence watches them shovelling ashes into the river, then savagely beating the air with the shovel to chase the clouds of grey dust. From time to time, tears roll down their cheeks. He had hoped to ease their suffering, at least a little. But the sight of their rage as they incinerate their dead makes him wonder whether it was all for naught. Why help a few human beings among the glut of corpses that is on its way? Why try to appease the unappeasable? Maybe, before this last gasp of a dying civilization, there is simply nothing to be done. Exhaustion gnaws at him, the desire to give it all up steals over him.
Then he watches them topple over, and get up again, and keep on working. They have such need of tenderness.
So he gets back to washing their clothes, changing their sheets, preparing medications and meals. He sweeps up the feathers they have shed and brushes their dry skin, thin hair, and iridescent scales. Their stores of food are running very low. But only four remain. One refuses to eat. In a few days all will have succumbed to the epidemic. Then he’ll leave Shivering Heights for the beleaguered metropolis. If the circumstances haven’t changed, and if he takes sufficient precautions, perhaps he’ll manage to bring a new cohort of the dying here, to help them live out their final days in a blanket of human warmth, far from the bedlam of the cities. Sometimes, before they squeeze out their last breaths, the men and women afflicted by the catastrophe shake his hand with a surprising vigour. He wants to believe there is solace in this hand of his. When one of them comes to him, ready to set out on their final journey, he tries to channel all his powers of comfort into his palm, before the current running through him disappears, before the energy he conducts dissipates, before the electric concentration of life gives way to a feeble death rattle.
  In the first work of fiction by Quebecois author Christiane Vadnais, Fauna delivers thought-provoking expressions of 10 interconnected eco-fiction vignettes with a real strain of horror. Part of the fright is a story like Fauna is speculative yet holds real life hallmarks of dystopia and apocalypse. Such a work can show how humans are also animals (brutal, carnal, consuming, but persistent animals) and not above the natural world or immune to the abuses of it like many people behave or seem to think. Life has its ways and nature wins, obviously. Originally written in 2018 in French, translated to English by Pablo Strauss, with cli-fi themes this title should be within the bounds of literature I normally love. However, recommending the short book is complicated because of the chapter that starts things off ‘Diluvium’. Not only does this vignette set at a hot spring spa with an exhausted female executive have some content that is a hard way to begin, there is no expansion of it within. Only additional appearance further on of the other guest braving the torrential downpour. So, events come off like tawdry shock as a result and sully the otherwise smart book. I am not very forgiving of making use of trauma in this way in any narrative. Obviously, those who gave this book multiple awards see (or overlook) something I do not.
  Fauna by Christiane Vadnais is available in English translated by Pablo Strauss, in print and digital from Coach House Books
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erikmcmanusinc · 5 hours ago
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