#A Body Washes Ashore

[jolieeason]

January 2023 Wrap Up

January was a busy reading month for me. Because of that, I could complete all my reading challenges for the month!! Woot!! It was also a busy month, personally, for me. The highlights of this month are: Miss B left her dual high school and college credits program. Snickers going to the emergency vet with a bloody eye. She came home with a torn tear duct and a torn lower lid. BK going back to…

[siriuslygrimm]

Adrift Affairs

#BOOKREVIEW - Adrift Affairs - #ABodyWashesAshore #blog

An opportunity to dine with and get to know other guests on a cruise brings together a group of people, forging new friendships that will extend beyond the trip and leave lasting marks in Bradley Pay’s A Body Washes Ashore (Spectrum Series, #3). A newly married Tracey and Charlotte embark on a European cruise for their honeymoon before beginning work on the Italian house Tracey bought Charlotte…

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A Body Washes Ashore by Bradley Pay

A Body Washes Ashore by Bradley Pay

Published: October 30, 222 Bradley Pay Pages: 353 Genre: Thriller KKECReads Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This title is available to read for free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription, and I leave my review voluntarily. Bradley Pay is the pen name for Robin Bradley and Jody Leber-Pay. These close friends bond over their love of storytelling, spinning elaborate contemporary fiction novels that defy…

[onejellyfishplease]

Today i got to hold a barn owl!!! and pat a moon jellyfish :3

[sidetongue]

gloomy spooky man

[atlastmyself]

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alicent did not trust him. her father had a habit of reminding her that both daemon and rhaenyra were not to be trusted if she was concerned with the safety of her children. there were few things in this world she cared about in the same way she loved her children. she meant what she said about rhaenyra being a good queen, but that did not mean she would come to trust her husband.

( and otto still spoke in her mind. still insisted, with more words that necessary, that her beautiful drunk of a boy belonged on the throne over rhaenyra. sometimes she wondered if that was her father's ambition alone, or a prophecy she had yet to fulfill. )

viserys had retired to bed, the last remnants of the dinner party being lost to the night. she rubs her forehead, exhausted already from the events of the night, and exhausted more by being approached by daemon. "the king is not well," she started, assuming that he just wanted to push past her to talk to viserys before he slept. "you would do well to leave him be."

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[willelbyers]

thinking about phoebe bridgers waiting room. feeling insane

[benetnvsch]

can't believe the Canadian band Arm's Length wrote Garamond just so I could dissociate and imagine dramatic animations of my ocs and favorite characters to it for hours at a time- that's so cool of them tbh

[sodacowboy]

keep trying to design some entity god thing and I just keep making fantasy sea creatures instead :/

[jolieeason]

A Body Washes Ashore (Spectrum Series: Book 3) by Bradley Pay

Publisher: Bradley Pay Date of publication: October 30th, 2022 Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Suspense, Romance Series: Spectrum Series The Killings Begin—Book 1 (review here) Death in a Dark Alley—Book 2 (review here) A Body Washes Ashore—Book 3 Purchase Links: Kindle | AbeBooks | Alibris | IndieBound | BetterWorldBooks Goodreads Synopsis: A Body Washes Ashore is the heart-racing sequel…

[boopernatural]

GET BOOPED LOSER !!!!

jokes on you im built for this

[beboppop]

Yknow I fucking knew that Nora wasn’t dead

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark!Naga!SatoSugu x reader

Top of the Food Chain

I've always wanted to continue my naga!mha fic but considering i dont write for deku+co anymore, i decided to move my au a couple fandoms over:D 1.8k wc

Part two , Part three

(Warnings: animal deaths, blood, obsession, dark content, slight gun threat but not rlly, polyamory, gender ambigious!reader) 

Despite being here for nearly a week, you still don't think Satoru understood how delicate you are. 

He's overbearing, in that sense. Constantly poking and prodding and squeezing until your lungs give and you're forced to squeak. You can't blame him for not understanding. He's an animal, after all. Inhuman. Despite his skin and hair, the scales coating his tail give away just how different he is. He was probably born fighting, kicking, and screeching his way through the foliage, hunting, chewing, and biting. 

He's not like you when all you knew when you were younger was coddling and softness. You can see it in his scars, and bruises, and marks. 

Luckily, for you, Suguru had an inkling that you weren't made for sharp claws. 

It's not a fight, you can tell when they're fighting, it's more like a warning? A minor disagreement. Suguru hisses at the other naga, scrunching up his face, showing his teeth. Satoru is quick to respond, but a little more playful. Fortunately for you, the black-haired male seems to win the argument. Satoru's coils loosen around you. Air stops fighting its way to get into your lungs. 

You finally go lax in his hold. Satoru seems to enjoy that, dipping his head to bury his face into the base of his neck. The first few times he did that, you were afraid he was trying to bite off your jugular. Now, you think it's just another way he can soak up your body heat. 

Maybe you've been here for longer than a week. At this point, you couldn't really tell. Hope that you'd be found was starting to slowly fizzle away. The explosion had been massive. The ship had sunk in a matter of minutes. With a disaster that huge, you doubt anyone would still be looking for survivors. Especially on an uncharted island, where myth had turned into reality. 

 Satoru had been the one you'd woken up to. Washed ashore, barely conscious. You were half-certain he was planning on eating you with the way he held your leg, watching your muscles bend and turn. In his defense, he must have thought you were dead. Your shrill scream quickly convinced him otherwise. 

It was barely a fight. More or less, a pathetic kidnapping as he grabbed your body, slinging it over his shoulder. You've never remembered screaming and crying so loudly before, convinced you were about to be eaten. Suguru probably heard you before he saw you. 

Satoru's mate was a little less impressed with you. Back then, they didn't bother learning your tongue, speaking in hisses and snarls, unaware of your misery. Suguru's frown was glued on his face, but the naga never let you run away, always keeping a hand or a tail on you at all times. It was a rough first day; you didn't know they weren't interested in eating you until they tried to feed you. 

Things were much different back then Nowadays, they are a lot more considerate of yourself and your soft body. You think you've come to an understanding with these strange creatures. 

Suguru was the nicest out of the two. In that, you mean the least rough. Compared to his counterpart, he's a bit smaller, but that's not saying there's any real difference. If it comes down to it, you are more than certain he'd be able to kill you off as quickly as his mate. You thought he hated you, at first. Now, you think he has a hard time showing blatant affection. His touches typically come in the dead of night, when you're barely conscious. A clawed finger gently raking over your soft skin. Large hands sculpting your face. 

Satoru's eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. Glittering like blue sapphires. You had a feeling they weren't just for show. Time and time again he's proven that he can see better than Suguru could. He smiles a lot more, but you're starting to wonder if that expression translates across species. He can speak your tongue slightly better than Suguru could. It most likely has to do with his insistence on staying with you. The more time you spend with him, the more you have to say 'No' 'Don't touch there' 'Stop'. 

In the rare times you manage to escape their hold, you like watching them interact with each other. They often sunbathe for hours, lazing around hot rocks to soak in the heat. They like touching each other. Sometimes it's aggressive, like when Satoru chomps on Suguru's neck and you're suddenly much more aware of how careful he is with you. Other times it's: soft, unintentional, meaningless. Languid cuddling when you are finally able to braid Suguru's hair. 

At this point, you've surmised they won't eat you. At least, not for the moment. You don't exactly know what they think of you. Do they have the concept of pets in their worldview? Maybe that's the closest thing you can place yourself as, at least in their eyes. They must think you're helpless. To them, you have no claws, no fangs, no venom. They probably don't know you come from a species that's hunted others to extinction and currently burning down the planet. You must be the first time they've ever seen your kind, stripped away from your weapons, when you're the least dangerous. 

"You should be more scared of me, you know," you once whispered to Suguru in the dead of night.

He was dozing off, blearily keeping his eyes open to stare at your moving lips. There was a grunt behind you, and Satoru tightened his arms across your waist. Greedy for affection, even in his sleep.

"Humans are terrifying," you said, reaching out to touch, "top of the food chain."

Suguru had smiled at that. You found yourself smiling back.

"You're lucky I didn't have a gun on me. You probably don't even know what that is." It's dark humor to press two fingers into his forehead. Your way of coping maybe.

Or perhaps your actions prove that humans will always desire to be violent, no matter how perilous their fight may be.

"Bang." He leans into your touch, unafraid. Oblivious to the threat that you are.

You're guessing Satoru only let you go because of the food Suguru brought.

You're able to feel the ground again as he glides over to Suguru having just come back from a successful hunt. The carcass of the largest deer you've ever seen is slung across his back. The smell of blood already makes you nauseous. 

You think Suguru had been the most panicked when you refused to eat, clicking and cooing while he tried to force-feed you the bloody leg of a bear. Back then, your communication was even worse than it was now. You were smeared in crimson by the time he relented. Practically dripping in it. 

Now, Suguru knows you have different tastes than them. You're not a big fan of raw. The fish and the handful of berries are more than enough to sate you as you gather the items he's given in your hands. 

"Thank you," you say. You reach out, touching his face with warm fingers. He purrs into your touch. You smile. It's the least gratitude you can give him. After all, he's not asking for much. If they hadn't found you, you would have been dead long ago, or at least, significantly less weaker. It's the least you can do. 

For a moment, you delude yourself into thinking they were your pets. It'd certainly be easy too. They have little to no regard for personal boundaries, much like dogs. They're more animalistic than they are human. 

It's funny to think of these monsters as lovable pets.

"Thank you," Suguru repeats. You giggle. It's not like they actually understand you. It's simple mimicry. Like talking to a parrot. 

"Thank you!" Satoru chirps, never one to be left out. He pushes his mate out of the way, eager for your pets as well. Suguru hisses, but doesn't argue. You've learned they like to be scratched right there on the bottoms of their chins. 

Suguru's less obvious, but Satoru has no desire to pretend. He melts into you, practically slumping his weight into your weak hold. It's a little adorable actually. You give a little laugh. He seems even more pleased at that. 

They're fun to be around, but this can't last. You belong with other humans, far far away from this island. So far, you hadn't seen any boats in the horizon, but you hope one would come by soon. A plane would be even better. Close enough to give you hope. Maybe if you built a big enough fire, it'd reach someone eye. 

Hopefully, in just a few weeks, these creatures will be a very cherished memory. 

You frown when Satoru reaches over to grasp at your food, the meat specifically. You glare, moving away from his hold. He titters in clear disappointment. You hate seeing him sad but you already have so few food sources. It's best to conserve whatever you get. 

"No," you pointedly tell him, "It's mine. Mine." 

His frown deepens, and he opens his jaws to let his fangs pop out. 

"Mine," you repeat. 

He leans back, huffing. You laugh because you know his expression is more out of frustration than any actual anger. Again, animals. You pet his head in apology, before turning away. You'd have to start a tiny fire to start cooking. Raw fish is edible, but it's hardly desirable. 

A hand grabs yours, clawed, the grip is tight around your frail skin. When you look back, Satoru is staring at you. Eyes wide. Eager. 

"Mine," he says, but it's more like he's testing the word. Tasting it on his lips. 

You scoff, unamused. "That's my arm. Not yours." 

Satoru smiles. Sharp teeth. You suddenly remember he's a carnivore. 

He's slow when he draws you in, practically dragging you into his arms. You're used to his spontaneous hugs, tight and suffocating. You can't fight him off, so you typically wait until Suguru has enough of his behavior and drags him off you. 

"Mine," Satoru repeats. Alarm bells ring in your head but it's easy to brush them off. It's mimicry. They can't understand. It's like talking to a parrot. 

You feel the weight of the other naga at your back. His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you against Satoru's chest. You stiffen when Suguru's fangs lightly graze up your neck. Never quite punctures, but is terrifyingly close.

"Mine," Suguru says into your skin. 

You laugh again, but it comes out less hesitant. More airy. Amid their hold, a sudden thought comes to you.

If you weren't at the top of the food chain anymore, then who was?

[atlastmyself]

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nowadays, alicent feels a thousand miles away from herself. never further then when she was in the same room as her daughter, a reminder that she had not escaped the same fate that alicent had been so subject to all her life. for all her mistakes, and all her errors, this was the one that haunted her the most. the distance between herself and her daughter often grated on her. now that aegon is king, what else does the future hold for them now that she's secured that decision in stone?

she walks into the room and is instantly greeted by the sounds of children playing on the floor. like every time she walks in here, she's reminded of her own children, and how they are the only thing in this realm worth protecting. she makes her way over to where her daughter is sat and moves to sit next to her, keeping her hands on her lap, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her.

as the children play and silence stretches over the room, she wonders. she wonders how her life, and the lives of her children, would be different if she had made different choices. was she to blame, or was she a pawn in her father's games? she feared she'd never know the answer.

she tilts her head to look at her daughter. her eyes scream exhaustion, and she feels a pang on her heart. "have you been resting?" she finds herself asking, her voice soft and careful. the last thing she wants is for her daughter to push her away, although she understands why, to a certain extent. "you look quite tired."

[uss-edsall]

The crash of the Lady Be Good is fascinating to me. cursed ass plane

This is a B-24 Liberator in desert paint much like the B-24D Liberator Lady Be Good.

On April 4, 1943, the Lady Be Good took off with 25 other B-24s from Soluch, Libya to bomb Naples, Italy. 24 returned - Lady Be Good did not.

In November 1958, an air survey by British geologists sighted a crashed WWII-era bomber from the air.

Four months later, a ground search party found the plane and identified her as a B-24 Liberator, the Lady Be Good.

The nine crewmembers aboard had bailed out when the plane ran low on fuel, and they all perished in the desert. Eight bodies have been discovered; the ninth has never been found.

Much of the Lady Be Good was salvaged, some for study, some for museum use, and others were reused in other planes. Most of these planes proceeded to have faults and crashed of their own. A C-47 in which a Lady Be Good radio was installed crashed in the Mediterranean; an de Havilland Otter with an armrest from Lady Be Good crashed into the Gulf of Sidra killing all ten aboard, and one of the few pieces that washed ashore from the wreck was the armrest; and a C-54 with several transmitters from Lady Be Good only avoided crashing by dumping all of its cargo overboard.

An episode of the original Twilight Zone that aired in 1960, the first of the second season named King Nine Will Not Return, is based on the Lady Be Good. It's the first episode where Rod Serling appears on screen as the narrator instead of just a voice (or getting poof'd in the first season finale).

Last but not least there's a painting I adore related to Lady Be Good:

"The Lady Be Good Dies Alone" painted by Willard Fleming