#best fiction of 2024

[wttnblog]

The 30 Best Fiction Books of 2024

As we come to the end of 2024, it’s the perfect time to reflect on all of the incredible things we’ve done and the media we’ve consumed over the course of the past year. Today, as the very last part of our Best of series, we’re taking some time to chat about the best fiction books! To be eligible for this list, books had to be published for the first time in 2024 and read by at least one member…

[starfall-xo]

2024 Academy Awards Best Picture Nominees as VHS tapes by @ShawnMansfield

[redhoodie1723]

esteban ocon being considered really tall when he's shorter than my dad, brothers, and a lot of my male friends is so funny to me

part 2 part 3

[marihem]

@fransweek 2024

Day 7: Valentine's

Happy V Day to everyone who celebrates it! 💚💜

[smokefalls]

How do I explain to her that the home I miss isn’t a place? It’s a time when my life made sense. When things made sense.

Monika Kim, The Eyes Are the Best Part

[qiu-yan]

jiang cheng mdzs and sayaka pmmm have almost nothing in common, but somehow being a fan of both feels very familiar

let's see:

childhood friends with the morally outstanding protagonist

rather ugly reactions to life-altering trauma, does NOT just walk that shit off like a good woobie should

disliked by the stoic love interest of the protagonist

bodies nonconsensually altered

not as op as the protagonist

let's see:

disliked by large swathes of the fandom

accused of being entitled

canonically complex and thematically-relevant reasons for questionable behavior flattened into more easily recognizable story tropes

blamed for being tricked

accused of being selfish

why does this keep happening

[izoldalovesthesun]

Today I reached 20k words in my story!!!

I feel like I’m on a roll. I had a major breakthrough today that’s helping some things fall into place. It’s bringing me much joy!

[epicwin64]

Aerith “the G is short for gangsta” Gainsborough

[daddytonysgirl17]

[theblackrosewriter]

Desert Rains

Drizzles of rain pattered down to the ground, the dark clouds groaning with the weight of their bounty. A streak of lightning broke through the gray haze, and a rumble of thunder followed a couple seconds after. Lizards wiggled out from their hiding places and skittered across the copper-toned sands in search of new ones that weren’t as damp. Coyote howls pierced the afternoon air.

Susanne leaned back. She listened as the rain drummed onto the canvas tent stretched above her. Her gaze shifted, and she found herself staring at her guide as he walked around the makeshift camp. The older man moved around with a limp, and his right hand never strayed from his hip as he checked on the firepit and the horses, which were grazing on sparse bits of grass underneath a surprisingly flourishing ironwood tree.

“You know, Mister Calhoun, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were nervous,” Susanne remarked with a smirk.

“You’d be wary and watchful too, if’n you respected all the rumors that sprang up about the valley past those ridges,” Calhoun answered. He pointed a crooked finger toward a copper, tan, and green-tinged hoodoo in the distance. “There’s a town near that valley. A town that is the center for all those rumors.”

Susanne smiled. “That’s why I’m out here. You see, I’m a journalist –”

“An’ yer writing for some fancy newspaper back East,” Calhoun interrupted. “I heard yuh, girl. Plenty o’ times. Been talking non-stop since yuh hired me several towns back. Though … I figured yuh woulda turned back by now. Yer an odd one, Miss Rosewater. Well, if’n yuh want to end up dead, at least I’ll be paid before yuh hit your grave headfirst.”

Susanne laughed. “Oh really? Is that what you think? Surely, you don’t believe all these so-called ‘rumors,’ do you? The town has a mystery; that’s for certain. I heard about it back East and had to take this opportunity. I’m not some ‘wannabe journalist.’ No, sir. I am a journalist, and a fine one at that. I’ll be writing about this town’s origins and its history, and how all this scuttlebutt about its secrets got started. It’ll make an interesting read once printed in the paper back in New York. You’ll have to get a copy. In fact, I’ll send a lot here to the town.”

Calhoun made a harrumph noise.

Susanne dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Trust me, Serpent Rot will welcome the attention. It’ll get a lot of visitors and increase revenue. I’ll make it famous.”

Calhoun snorted. “Whatever yuh say, girl.” He tilted his head up, raindrops sprinkling onto his weathered skin. “Yuh know what they say ‘bout desert rains?”

“No. What do they say?”

“Heaven is crying ‘cause of the sorrow that’s happening down on the earth below.”

[atlasofearth]

did someone say spider-man au?

James loved being Spider-Man, don’t get him wrong. But sometimes, he wishes he was normal.

Regulus hated his family. He couldn’t do anything to escape them, unfortunately, so he decided to go against them. 

featuring unlikely friendships, weird cults, a photography club, and lots of teenage pining

for the @marauderswithpalestineproject !! read the full thing here <3

[mahoganygold213]

Cord Jefferson accepting the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay: American Fiction

[polinawrites]

Oscar 2024 films you haven't heard about

[andreai04]

Some trees aren’t meant to sprout tender new branches, but to stand stoically on the forest floor, silently decaying.

[smokefalls]

What is it like to live freely, to live a life untethered, without having to be responsible for everyone around you?

Monika Kim, The Eyes Are the Best Part