#J.R. Gray

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Five-Star Reads for June 2024

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😭 Charlie got his lunchibles spilled! 😭

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#judgingyou

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TIME Magazine, 12/01/1980, Page 79

At the time, "Who Done It?" was the highest-rated television episode in U.S. history, but it now sits in second place on that list - beaten by the final episode of M*A*S*H - with a Nielsen rating of 53.3 and a whopping 76% share. (Only 24% of American televisions were tuned-in to something else.) It’s estimated that over 90 million people (350 million worldwide) watched the November 21, 1980 telecast.

“Now It Can Be Told: Shedunit”

“It was you, Kristin, who shot J.R.”

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One of the most powerful couples.

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La Iena (1945)

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo abbiamo cambiato argomento e, dopo diverso tempo, siamo tornati a parlare di letteratura con un’opera fantasy italiana che mi ha stupito parecchio, Malena senza sonno di Daisy Franchetto. Malena ha avuto da poco un aborto spontaneo che l’ha portata a cadere in una profonda depressione e per questo si isola da tutto e da tutti. Poco…

[notapradagurl7]

Hi 👋 🥰 can you do and Orlando Johnson x reader?

Reader and Lando have been dating for a while and things are great. When she first came to the college and became friends with the crew (Simone,J.R.,etc) they all welcomed her with open arms the catch is no one ever told her the history that Lando and Simone share.

Simone and Lando never mentioned it and it never was discussed it front of her so she never knew about their once upon a time, until she sees something that makes her question everything. (Maybe Simone and lando bump into each and have a lingering gaze and almost kiss by mistake or something and reader goes asking around idk 🤷‍♀️)

She’s left wondering if Orlando and Simone might still have lingering feelings (they don’t in here) but she’s still needs some reassurance 😍😌😈from Lando.

Is It True?

Black Fem! Reader x Orlando Johnson.

Summary: See Ask, You’ve been dating Lando for a while now but what hasn't been mentioned to you was his past with Simone. You questioned Cam and J.R. but you were left wondering if Orlando and Simone might have lingering feelings, they don’t. Orlando is more than certain that he wants you and only you.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @hxneyclouds @becauseimswagman1 @miguelspvssy @liatreads @satoruya @life-in-the-slut-house @galaxybam2 @babybratzmaraj @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lavnderluv @soft-persephone @theblacklewinsky

Word Count: 22,39k

A/N: Happy holidays, don't forget to leave a like, a comment and reblog to support, don't to ask for a request as well. To all those ghost readers, can you please leave a comment or reblog, I work hard on these fics, damn😭

Warnings: +18, the reader being stressed out a bit, almost emotional cheating, secrets in friend group, dirty talk, oral(fem receiving), fingering, reassurance from Orlando, mention of Simone and Orlando’s past relationship, mention of burnout, praise, anxiety, angst.

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The sound of the bell rang through the classroom, causing you to yawn in exhaustion. You couldn't wait to go back to your dorm and sleep for the upcoming break that you needed.

Standing up from the chair, slinging your bag over your shoulder and bid a farewell to your favorite professor with a smile. “Bye Professor Lewis,”

The black woman with deep mocha brown skin smiled back at you, waving back, her locs tied back in a ponytail dressed in her orange sweater, black pants and shoes on her feet. “Goodbye Y/N, have an amazing break!”

Your melanated skin shines beautifully, your black and blonde dreadlocks tied back in a ponytail and swayed gracefully. Dressed in a gray turtle neck sweater and black pants, comfortable black boots on your feet, preparing for the cold weather.

You hurried your way out, and maneuvered through the melanated students with your eyes darting around the hallway until you spotted your boyfriend Orlando. He was standing by the coffee stand with his eyes landing on you.

“Hey beautiful, how was class?” He asked in a warm tone, passing you a mocha latte and kissing your lips.

You leaned in, kissed his lips back sweetly and smiled. “It was good, glad that it's over now, I'm heading back to my dorm so I can sleep okay?” you said, your tone warm yet sleepy a bit.

Orlando nodded with that smile of his, “I'll see you there in a few okay baby?” he replied in a tone of urgent yet gentle.

“Okay, I'll see your fine ass later, bye handsome,” You smiled, a warmth fluttered through your chest.

You and Orlando had been dating for a while for now, damn near close to six months of your relationship. Everything was going great.

When you first came to Bringston University, becoming fast friends with Simone, J.R., and Cam and they all welcomed you with open arms.

However, the twist was that no one ever mentioned the history that Lando and Simone had together. Simone and Lando never brought it up, and it was never talked about in your presence, so you were unaware of their past.

Heading off toward the hallways, you finally made it to your dorm and unlocked your door, a sigh of relief left your lips. Deciding to take a shower first, changing into a black tee shirt, a hoodie, sweatpants and some Nike slides with socks on your feet.

Your dreadlocks hung in front of your face, laying your head on the pillow as you fell into a peaceful sleep, and putting your phone on the charger.

After an hour, you awaken in your sleep and hear a knock on the door, it isn't your door though. You pulled your phone away from the charger, hearing voices from your creaked door. It was Simone and Lando.

“What the hell?” you mumbled with a soft groan, standing up from your bed. Sliding on your slides.

You tip-toed toward your door, wondering why they were talking to each other when Orlando was supposed to meet you at your dorm.

You had a gut feeling that something wasn't right, from the way they looked at each other, and their conversations.

What if Lando and Simone must have been still longing for each other’s touch?

While you were left alone in the past to be thrown away from Lando, as if you weren't important.

Shouldn't your love outweigh Simone’s? Your same lips that touched Lando’s didn't leave a mark for him to remember?

Was this your worst moment to face? Betrayal from your boyfriend and best friend.

Your lips fell into a frown once you saw Simone speaking Orlando in the hallway of the dorms, you backed up a bit to make sure they didn't see you. Simone and Lando resumed to speak and look at each other with that same lingering gaze as if they still yearned for each other’s touch.

You mentally planned to not get caught and only listen for a bit.

"Orlando, I just-" Simone's voice drifted through the thin walls, laced with a hint of vulnerability that made your heart race uncomfortably.

"Simone, we talked about this," Orlando replied, his tone firm yet gentle. "It's in the past. I'm with Y/N now, and that's where I want to be."

You pressed your back against the door, your heartbeat loud in your ears. The past? What did that mean for you? The words felt like daggers, each one piercing through your confidence, unraveling the bond you thought you shared with Orlando.

"Yeah, I get we have to tell Y/N about our past, she deserves to know, not be kept in the dark," Simone countered, her voice wavering slightly.

"I agree, I already feel bad enough that it’s kept a secret, stop it." Orlando's voice softened, a note of pleading creeping in.

"You know I care about you, but it's different now. Y/N is my present and my future."

You ran off quickly and went out of your dorm with a heart that stung, determined to get the answers that you needed. One specific friend popped up in your head which was J.R. and Cam since they lived next to each other in the dorms.

They were honest with you, which you appreciated from them, you knocked on the door timidly and heard a voice, the door creaked open, revealing J.R. who opened it with a smile.

Your heart heavy with the weight of uncertainty, the room filled of muffled music and laughter. But as soon as they saw you, the laughter faded into a silence.

“What’s up Y/N? What’s wrong?” Cam asked you, his brows raised.

J.R. looked up from his phone, concern etched on his face. “Yeah, you good? You know you can talk to us,”

You took a deep breath, feeling the lump in your throat tighten. “Does Orlando have a past with Simone?” you asked them.

“They do, what happened?” Cam asked again, his lips fell into a frown at your sadness.

“Yes, I overheard Orlando and Simone talking near her dorm, it felt like there was still something between them, I had a gut feeling, guys,” You confessed, pouting your lip.

Cam moved closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder with care, “Orlando does care about you but it's understandable to feel this way, that history is too complicated,”

“Yeah, but what if he still has feelings for her? Am I just a distraction?” You asked them, wiping tears from your eyes again.

“

You swallowed hard, blinking tears as they ran down your face. Emotions swirling but they were valid to feel.

“T-thank you for telling me the truth, but don't you two ever keep secrets from me ever again okay?”

J.R. and Cam placed their hands on their chests, “We promise to be truthful to you, don't ever keep secrets from you,”

“I just wish he would been honest with me from the start

“It doesn't make it right to keep secrets from the people you love, it doesn't protect them, only hurting them, we apologize for everything,” Cam chimed in, bringing you a tissue and you blew your nose.

The young males wrapped their arms around you in a warm, protective embrace. Sniffing softly in their chests, wiping tears away using the tissue. Their faces softened at you.

Just as you turned to leave, the door swung open, and Orlando stepped in, a bright smile on his face that faltered when he saw your expression. "Y/N?

What's going on?"

Glancing back at J.R. and Cam who gave supporting nods, standing by your sides. “Orlando, can we talk please?”

“Of course,” he replied, concren flashing in his eyes. Stepping forward and looked in your eyes.

“I overhead you and Simone talking, I need to know if it’s true, if you still have feelings for her?” You asked him.

“No, I need you to be honest with me, do you still care about her?” You interrupted, your voice trembling with emotion.

“Simone and I had something in the past but it’s just that—a past, what I feel for you is real, and it’s stronger than anything I ever felt for her. I chose you,”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? Why keep it a secret,”

“I didn’t want you to feel like you were competing with someone who isn’t in my life anymore,”

“Am I just a rebound or replacement,”

Orlando stepped closer, “You’re my girl, Y/N. I want to build a future with you, I’m done with the past,”

“Okay, I want to believe you,”

And then you mentioned, “You were supposed to meet me at my dorm,”

Afterwards, you and Orlando arrived back at your dorm room, and he sat down on your desk chair, his eyes still on you in concern. You sat on the edge of your bed with your plush Hello Kitty in your hands, Orlando won it for you at the college amusement fair.

The silence spoke more volume than words ever could, it bothered both of you.

“I'm still pissed off about you, Simone and everyone in our friend group keeping fucking secrets from me,”

Orlando stood up from the chair, and crouched down to your level. Cupping your face in his hands,

“You’re still my girl, I reassure you that I’m yours,”

“How don't you show me then?” you shot back, your boldness showing.

His eyes widened a bit with his lips turned into a sinful smirk, “Oh? So you need more than reassurance from me yeah?” he asked you.

You were still mad at him but you needed his touch, leaning in for a passionate kiss, your tongue slipped into his mouth and his tongue twirled with yours perfectly, you moaned softly. Your hand rubbed over his bulge, His dick hardens in his sweatpants from the friction.

And with that, he took off your leggings alongside your panties while leaving your tee shirt on, you looked the other way until he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Eyes on me, baby,”

He ducked his head between your legs, his tongue trailing a wet stripe onto your folds, sucking roughly around your throbbing clit. “Oh..shit, Orlando,” you moaned harshly.

Your faces, moans and his name in between spurred him on, keeping the same steady pace, your folds clung to his fingers, sucking him back in, wetness leaking on his. “See? You can feel it, everything,” he whispered.

His fingers slid between your wet folds, his warm breath against your neck sent chills down your spine. He always made you see galaxies instead of stars. Fuck that, the entire solar system.

Your body responds instinctively, arching towards him with a soft moan escapes your lips, “Just like that,” you mumbled, rolling your hips to the pace of his digits.

“You taste amazing, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Orlando..” you breathed, losing yourself in the blissful sensation, lying down on the bed.

You bit your lip, trying to gather the strength to meet his gaze, but the pleasure clouded your thoughts. "I can't..." you whispered, hands balling in the blankets.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,”

His fingers pushed deeper, moving in a ‘come here’ motion, his thumb rolling onto your clit, staying in tune with every heartbeat. “I can't get enough of your pussy grips around me, you’re so beautiful,”

His mouth wrapped around your nipple, his freehand give your other breast attention, pinching it roughly. Keeping his fingers inside of you, that same pace. “You’re my only favorite girl,” he mumbled,

“Shittt!” You cried out, arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling him close, legs trembling in his grip.

You were close to the edge of your climax, the knot in your stomach tightened and was ready to be pulled apart, and your mouth parted wide open. Your essence gushed onto his fingers once again, replacing his fingers with his mouth, swallowing and licking your pussy clean.

There was no way you could leave him, a part of you wanted to but he knew better than to do this again, Orlando reassured you, and showed you that he wanted only you.

As you were still in a daze from your climax, he picked you up in his arms. Carried you gently, running you a hot bath, placing you inside. He kissed your forehead, he changed the sheets on of your bed and carried you with brand new pajamas.

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Book Review: Unnatural Fate by J.R. Gray

Gray is excellent at writing angst, and I could tell from the very first page that I was in for tears with this book. This fated mates story doesn’t even start at the moment these star-crossed lovers meet (though we do get that in a flashback). We’re dropped into the middle of the action, at a moment when Vin and Dominic are at their lowest point, fighting their natures, their worlds, and their…

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April 19, 2024: Dear Proofreader, David Hernandez

Dear Proofreader David Hernandez You’re right. I meant “midst,” not “mist.” I don’t know what I was stinking, I mean thinking, soap speaks intimately to my skin every day. Most days. Depending if darkness has risen to my skull like smoke up a chimney floe. Flue. Then no stepping nude into the shower, no mist turning the bathroom mirror into frosted glass where my face would float coldly in the oval. Picture a caveman encased in ice. Good. I like how your mind works, how your eyes inside your mind works, and your actual eyes reading this, their icy precision, nothing slips by them. Even now I can feel you hovering silently above these lines, hawkish, Godlike, each period a lone figure kneeling in the snow. That’s too solemn. I would like to send search parties and rescue choppers to every period ever printed. I would like to apologize to my wife for not showering on Monday and Tuesday. I was stinking. I was simultaneously numb and needled with anxiety, in the midst of a depressive episode. Although “mist” would work too, metaphorically speaking, in the mist of, in the fog of, this gray haze that followed me relentlessly from room to room until every red bell inside my head was wrong. Rung.

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Today in:

2023: The Socks, Jane Kenyon 2022: Ode to Friendship, Noor Hindi 2021: Heartbeats, Melvin Dixon 2020: Sunday Night, Raymond Carver 2019: Virginia Street, Jennifer Hayashida 2018: What Seems Like Joy, Kaveh Akbar 2017: Aunties, Kevin Young 2016: For the Union Dead, Robert Lowell 2015: The Cambridge Afternoon Was Gray, Alicia Ostriker 2014: Spirit of the Bat, Peggy Shumaker 2013: Thanks, W. S. Merwin 2012: Sweetness, Stephen Dunn 2011: I Remember, Anne Sexton 2010: Letter, Franz Wright 2009: 23rd Street Runs Into Heaven, Kenneth Patchen 2008: HOUSEHOLD ACTIVITY NO. 26, J.R. Quackenbush 2007: from Briggflatts, Basil Bunting 2006: The Chores, Frannie Lindsay 2005: Direct Address, Joan Larkin

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Hi, do you have any recs for adult ace romance books from the last 2 - 3 years? I'd like to read something more recent but it's kinda hard to find anything that's not ya. Thank you in advance <3

Sure, try The Romantic Agenda by Claire Kann, Go Truck Yourself by J.R. Hart, A Milky Way Home by Hsinju Chen, and Ace of Hearts by Lucy Mason - they’re all from the last year or so. (I also loved The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun, which has rep that’s either gray-ace or demisexual, the character isn’t sure yet.)

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So, I'm walking down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, three or four in the morning. The sun's coming up and the birds are out singing. I let myself into my pad, wend myself up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the Chesterfield.

Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player and I just push that remote button to sublimity. And listen to the sweet, sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus. And J.R. Monterose and Jackie McLean duet on those saxophones and the sound makes its way out the window mingling with the traffic noises outside, you know, and all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feeling of brief mortality.

'Cause I'm getting on in the world, coming up on forty-one years. Forty-one stony gray steps towards the grave, you know, the box awaits its grisly load. Now I'm gonna be food for worms.

And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music "Epitaph" for Eric Dolphy, I say, so long, Eric. So long, John Coltrane and Charles Mingus. So long, Duke Ellington and Lester Young. So long, Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald. So long, Jimmy Reed. So long, Muddy Waters, and so long, Howlin' Wolf.

[odnagnisul]

100 livres à avoir lu dans sa vie (entre autres):

1984, George Orwell ✅

A la croisée des mondes, Philip Pullman

Agnès Grey, Agnès Bronte ✅

Alice au Pays des merveilles, Lewis Carroll ✅

Angélique marquise des anges, Anne Golon

Anna Karenine, Léon Tolstoï

A Rebours, Joris-Karl Huysmans

Au bonheur des dames, Émile Zola

Avec vue sur l'Arno, E.M Forster

Autant en emporte le vent, Margaret Mitchell

Barry Lyndon, William Makepeace Thackeray

Belle du Seigneur, Albert Cohen

Blonde, Joyce Carol Oates

Bonjour tristesse, Françoise Sagan ✅

Cent ans de solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Charlie et la chocolaterie, Roald Dahl ✅

Chéri, Colette

Crime et Châtiment, Féodor Dostoïevski

De grandes espérances, Charles Dickens

Des fleurs pour Algernon, Daniel Keyes

Des souris et des hommes, John Steinbeck ✅

Dix petits nègres, Agatha Christie ✅

Docteur Jekyll et Mister Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson ✅

Don Quichotte, Miguel Cervantés

Dracula, Bram Stocker ✅

Du côté de chez Swann, Marcel Proust

Dune, Frank Herbert ✅

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury ✅

Fondation, Isaac Asimov

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley ✅

Gatsby le magnifique, Francis Scott Fitzgerald ✅

Harry Potter à l'école des sorciers, J.K Rowling

Home, Toni Morrison

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

Kafka sur le rivage, Haruki Murakami

L'adieu aux armes, Ernest Hemingway ✅

L'affaire Jane Eyre, Jasper Fforde

L'appel de la forêt, Jack London ✅

L'attrape-cœur, J. D. Salinger ✅

L'écume des jours, Boris Vian

L'étranger, Albert Camus ✅

L'insoutenable légèreté de l'être, Milan Kundera

La condition humaine, André Malraux

La dame aux camélias, Alexandre Dumas Fils

La dame en blanc, Wilkie Collins

La gloire de mon père, Marcel Pagnol

La ligne verte, Stephen King ✅

La nuit des temps, René Barjavel

La Princesse de Clèves, Mme de La Fayette ✅

La Route, Cormac McCarthy ✅

Le chien des Baskerville, Arthur Conan Doyle

Le cœur cousu, Carole Martinez

Le comte de Monte-Cristo, Alexandre Dumas : tome 1 et 2

Le dernier jour d'un condamné, Victor Hugo ✅

Le fantôme de l'opéra, Gaston Leroux

Le lièvre de Vaatanen, Arto Paasilinna

Le maître et Marguerite, Mikhaïl Boulgakov

Le meilleur des mondes, Aldous Huxley

Le nom de la rose, Umberto Eco

Le parfum, Patrick Süskind

Le portrait de Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde ✅

Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery ✅

Le père Goriot, Honoré de Balzac ✅

Le prophète, Khalil Gibran ✅

Le rapport de Brodeck, Philippe Claudel

Le rouge et le noir, Stendhal ✅

Le Seigneur des anneaux, J.R Tolkien ✅

Le temps de l'innocence, Edith Wharton

Le vieux qui lisait des romans d'amour, Luis Sepulveda ✅

Les Chroniques de Narnia, CS Lewis

Les Hauts de Hurle-Vent, Emily Brontë

Les liaisons dangereuses, Choderlos de Laclos ✅

Les Malaussène, Daniel Pennac ✅

Les mémoires d'une jeune fille rangée, Simone de

Beauvoir

Les mystères d'Udolfo, Ann Radcliff

Les piliers de la Terre, Ken Follett : tome 1

Les quatre filles du Docteur March, Louisa May

Alcott

Les racines du ciel, Romain Gary

Lettre d'une inconnue, Stefan Zweig ✅

Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert ✅

Millenium, Larson Stieg ✅

Miss Charity, Marie-Aude Murail

Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

Ne tirez pas sur l'oiseau moqueur, Harper Lee ✅

Nord et Sud, Elisabeth Gaskell

Orgueil et Préjugés, Jane Austen

Pastorale américaine, Philip Roth

Peter Pan, James Matthew Barrie

Pilgrim, Timothy Findley

Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier

Robinson Crusoé, Daniel Defoe ✅

Rouge Brésil, Jean Christophe Ruffin

Sa majesté des mouches, William Goldwin ✅

Tess d'Uberville, Thomas Hardy

Tous les matins du monde, Pascal Quignard

Un roi sans divertissement, Jean Giono

Une prière pour Owen, John Irving

Une Vie, Guy de Maupassant

Vent d'est, vent d'ouest, Pearl Buck

Voyage au bout de la nuit, Louis-Ferdinand Céline ✅

Total : 37/100

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@tylseg tagged me to share 10 books i’ve enjoyed this year!

some of these were rereads and some of these are still currently being finished. don’t worry about it. btw my reading taste can be basically summarized as never grew out of the ya section so. yeah. i would say i’d like to stop having the reading habits of my 14 year old self but in reality i’d just like to broaden my horizons and have the reading habits of my 14 year old self

also i discovered a new author this year and it’s painfully obvious.

not tagging anyone bc i genuinely don’t know more than one mutual who reads regularly so instead have 5 books from my 2024 tbr:

the picture of dorian gray, oscar wilde

dr jekyll and mr hyde, robert louis stevenson

twelve nights at rotter house, j.w. ocker

the only one left, riley sager

the first bright thing, j.r. dawson