if we're talking abt acotar - I really enjoy the books but I can see why some people wouldn't. I definitely agree the second book is better though, I reread all sjm books last summer and the first one is honestly kind of just like a really long prequel imo haha. my absolute favorite is the latest one (acosf) bc I literally adore the mc and the story rly resonated w/ me (and the smut was good)
also I absolutely relate abt hoping to be able to read this summer 😩 I literally read ?? 13 books last summer (and listened to like 8???) but since then I've finished ??? 2??? bc I just don't have the time w/ uni 😭 it literally eats up all my free time it's insane - ☁️
HI CLOUDNON,,, ive been itching to read acotar for a while now bc every time someone checks out with it, i get fomo LOL but anyway, ill try reading it as soon as i get through the book im reading rn (this is going to take at least a month 😹)
AND OMG, i didnt read any fucking books last summer bc i was taking summer classes 😹 and then i spent the second half of the summer in london for MORE summer classes 🫡 THIS YEAR THO. im not doing anything. it’s going to be a summer of rest and relaxation and i am going to read and write and SMILE bc its my last summer break in uni (thank god…)
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There was a girl whose body was thrown into the ocean when she was still alive. Her father did it with a tearful smile, going out on a boat because she wasn't the person he decided she was, and threw her away for reasons only humans have.
And as she fell, and as the water filled her lungs, the ducks saw her, but they had no pitty on her, saying to eachother: "this girl was killed under the laws of humanity, and we cannot interfere with the law. It is sad what happened, but it was her father's right."
And as she went further down, and closer to death, the schools of fish saw her, but they had no pitty on her, saying to eachother: "this girl is reacting far too violently. If only she was more calm when they thrust her down, then mabye we would spare her. She's too old too, and too masculine, and not even a virgin. We must find a better looking victim to spare."
And she fell so far down that the rays could see her, but the rays didn't spare her, and told eachother: "this girl is weak. Can she not swim, not pull herself up, is water in her lungs enough to hurt her? If she was just a child perhaps we would spare her, but she's old enough to be able to swim out of this herself, even if ropes bind her hands. We cannot spare her."
And eventually she floated down to the sea with no sun, where only the sharks could see her, and the sharks said to one another: "this being has tasted blood in her mouth, yet has no fins to swim with, we must help her."
And the sharks took her, and swarmed her body yet did not eat her. And her skin became grey and rough, and her bones became as soft as the tip of her nose, and her teeth became sharp and plentiful, and her eyes became white and cold. And she could breath as gills grew on her sides. And she could swim, as fins grew on her arms and legs, and a tail grew on her back.
And she lives now as the queen of the sharks, half human half animal, and she finds those who reject and harm their own children, and she takes them to the sea with no sun, where the sharks will be there to judge them.
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I want to bloat up rapidly. I want to panic and whimper as my belly gurgles and swells and my thighs thicken until I have to widen my stance. I want my tits to swell and get heavy with milk so fast that it topples me over. I want to feel my clothes get tight. I want buttons to pop off one by one and pants to rip down the sides as my thighs get even bigger. I want my panties to become a thong, to dig into my fat pussy so tight it hurts. So tight I can’t get my fingers between my skin and the fabric, and I have to wait helplessly until they snap. I want my snapped panties to stay wedged up in my fat folds because I can’t even reach my own cunt to remove them. I want to be helplessly big. I want whoever witnesses this transformation to poke and prod and tease. I want them to grab my tits and squirt me in the face with my own milk. I want to try and get away but find that I can only sort of wobble around, with any attempt to get my feet or arms under me failing as soon as I really try to push myself up. I want to get bigger and bigger and bigger, with no sign of stopping. I want it to start feeling impossibly tight, painful even. I want to be scared I’ll burst. I want to watch the stretch marks form as I beg someone to help me make it stop. I want to realize that even if it does stop I’ll be huge and helpless and completely immobile. I want to whimper and cry like a stupid fatty who got exactly what they asked for and regrets it.
I want to be fucking terrified of what’s going to happen to me.
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13.05.24
May was supposed to be hyper productive but apparently half of it is gone and everyday feels like a slump🫠
Is it last semester exam procrastination? Perhaps, it is.
Anyone else who can only focus on one thing for a period of time? Like switching between two things just messes up the focus ugh😩
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I read somewhere that the act of peeling oranges for someone is considered love. I found it stupid.
Then one day, I was home after a tiring day and there were oranges sitting on the counter. I knew they had to be eaten that day, a day later, they'd be rotten.
I was just too tired.
I completed my chores, and the oranges were still there, colourful and nudging, hoping I'd pick them up.
I walked past, and found my bed. My head comfortably rested on the pillows.
Those damn oranges.
I got up, sat on the counter and peeled them grudgingly. As I ate in silence, I understood what they meant. It was love alright, not peeling oranges but being taken care of.
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