#books over 1k

[allithebookgiraffe]

Top Ten Tuesday: Longest Books I've Ever Read

Hello readers! This week for Top Ten Tuesday, it was a freebie. So, I was looking at the list for a long time and found one about the longest books I’ve ever read. I know I’ve read at least 3 over 1k pages, so I’m excited for this one! I’m actually going to skip any books that are bind ups of other books or stories because that seems like cheating. I own this ebook of the entire Wizard of Oz…

[woman-respecter]

its sooo funny how people will be like “omg jk rowling is soooo antisemitic” and then post something 200% more antisemitic than anything she ever said or did

[deoidesign]

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[rosefires20]

Since I've shared more of my reading interests on here lately, I thought I'd share my rant about the insanity of the book The Princess Bride by William Goldman. Yes. This is the book that is the same story as the popular older movie The Princess Bride.

I'll start this by saying I've never been so affronted by a book before. The closest would be the ending of the first Mortal Engines books (which if you know you know). That ending actually drove me nuts enough that I recall it quite often when thinking about insane books. However, the Princess Bride blows that chaos out of the water.

Not only is the book halted by a lot of extra nonsense that the author throws in of his own thoughts and opinions because part of the story is that he is retelling a book he read as a child and abridging it. The book in question doesn't exist so this is all made up and fantastical. I'm usually down for the silly and extra from writers. I've read Good Omens and plan to read some of the Discworld series sooner rather than later. I obviously recently finished the Hobbit and LoTR. But that is the fun silly that I love. Whatever the fuck is in the Princess Bride bridges on insanity.

The book is mostly the same as the movie EXCEPT for the ending. In the movie, it ends with Buttercup, Westley, Fezzik and Inigo riding off. In the book, it goes further. In to the most insane shit I've ever read in a published book. It's genuinely insane crack fic level material.

Like WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY GET SAVED BY THE PIRATES FROM THE PRINCE'S SOLIDERS BUT HAVE TO LEAVE THE BOAT IN WHICH FEZZIK IS INCHARGE OF ROWING. HE ROWS THEM INTO A WHIRLPOOL WHICH IS WHEN WESTLEY SPEAKS UP AND SAYS THAT THEY HAVE TO SWIM THROUGH THE WHIRLPOOL TO GET TO AN INASSECIBLE ISLAND WHERE THE PRINCE CANT FOLLOW. THIS HAPPENS AND THEN BUTTERCUP WHILE THEY ARE CHILLING ESSENTIALLY TURNS TO WESTLEY AND SAYS LETS HAVE SEX FINALLY. THAT SEX GETS BUTTERCUP PREGNANT WHICH ENDS UP LEADING TO A BIRTH WHERE THE BABY IS BACKWARDS AND TANGLED AND POTENTIAL WILL DIE ONLY FOR FEZZIK IS GET FUCKING POSSESSED AND SHOW UP AND DELIVERY THE BABY SAFELY. THEN THERES A TIME JUMP TO WHERE FEZZIK IS SAVING THE BABY AFTER SHE WAS KIDNAPPED AND HE JUMPS OFF A CLIFF TO SAVE HER AND THANKFULLY THEY SURVIVE BUT THATS WHERE THE BOOK FUCKING ENDS.

WHAT THE GENUIENE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS BOOK. WHAT THE FUCK

[sowlmates]

Is charon docks at daylight really that good? Is it That book?

[volfoss]

We are so incredibly backkkk!!!!! This book feels like Lestats narration again + we are having the little pockets of character insight that we used to get :3

[fxck-bxddy]

im going nisane. have rushed dallas winston smut

[quiet, con/noncon-dubcon, intoxication, face-fucking, public, overstim, knife play]

You got out of your car, stepping into the darkness of the drive-in. You headed towards the concessions, thumbs hooked in your khaki pockets.

You let out a muffled gasp as someone pulled you away, hand over your mouth. They pulled you to the side of the building before removing their hand.

"What–?" you questioned, hands gripping the strong arm that was still wrapped around your chest, the strong arm that kept you pressed against them.

You let out a squeak when they leaned over, inhaling at your neck. "Get off me, greaser–" you recognized the hair. It was the hair of the one and only Dallas Winston, one of the east side greases. He went to your school and was in your grade, but you hardly saw him anywhere except the bathroom, usually smoking a cigarette.

Dally tightened his grip, wrapping his other arm around the front of your waist and pressing you closer. "Dallas." You tried to sound firm, but it came out more of a beg as he bit down on your neck. "Hmm.." Dallas licked up your neck to your cheek, letting out a little chuckle. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Get off.." you repeated, though you only whispered it.

Dallas laughed again, this time softer. "Hey, Y/N.." he mumbled. "I b'n waitin' for this.." he inhaled again, smiling. 

"Dally.." you whispered again, feeling as the boy led you backwards to the wall, furthering being hidden. "What, kid?" He whispered against your cheek.

You left him unanswered, letting out a small whimper. Dallas loosened his grip, spinning you in his grasp to face him. Your eyes met his, his usual puppy dog eyes clouded in lust.

"What?" He growled. You shook your head, "nothing," and he pushed you down to your knees. He began fumbling to get his jeans down, his shirt riding up his stomach. You subconsciously licked your lips, watching him as he clumsily pulled his boxer briefs down.

You gasped as he took a fistful of your hair, pressing the tip of his erection to your parted lips. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you opened your lips more, him jerking his hips forward and hitting the back of your throat. You gripped his hips to steady yourself while Dally began to fuck your face, his hand stabilizing your head.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well for the capt'n of the football team.." he spoke, his spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. You hummed in response, sending shivers through the greaser. 

Dallas let out a groan, suddenly burying himself to the hilt in your mouth, your air being cut off. Dally stayed for a moment before pulling out, a string of your saliva connecting you to his dick.

"You like that, pretty boy?" He looked down at you, before pulling you up by the hair. You leaned back against the brick wall, breathing heavily. "F-fuck, Dally.." you panted, watching him. He crouched, searching his jeans pockets until he pulled out a double-edged knife and stood up.

You flinched as he pulled your shirt off, nicking your skin with the blade. The ravenette leaned over, licking up the blood. "I won't go too deep, okay, kid?" Dally mumbled against your skin, his hands gripping your sides.

You nodded, preparing for the sting of the knife on your skin. Dallas grinned, getting onto his knees in front of you. You leaned your head back and moved one of your hands to his arm, whimpering as he sliced a word, SLUT,  into your stomach, near your hip. You felt your blood drip down onto your khakis, staining them forever. 

Dally lapped at the blood, his tongue sliding over the word. He quickly dropped the knife, slipping his brown coat off, along with sliding his white shirt over his head to press against the cuts. "Shit, kid." He pressed a kiss to the word, standing up. He held the shirt to your stomach, and you reached forward to grasp his face, slamming your lips onto his. He pressed forward, pinning you against the wall with his entire body.

Dally tugged your belt off, forcing your khakis down to your knees. He pulled away from your lips, leaning his head against the wall above your shoulder. The greaser backed off slightly, his shirt dropping to the ground. He moved a hand to your crotch, palming you roughly. You gasped out a groan, your hand fleeing to the boy's neck.

"Dally–! Mm!" you arched your back, close from just the contact. Dallas laughed softly, pulling your boxers down. "Be quiet, Y/N. There's people here." He scolded, his hand wrapping around your leaking erection. "Please.." you bit your lip, letting out a soft moan.

Dally began moving his hand, sending tingles through your body. "Shit! Dal–" Dallas slammed his free hand against your mouth, muffling your cries. You thrust your hips forward into the grease's hand, knees buckling slightly. 

"M mm-mm!" You gasped as his hand sped up, and you let out a muffled cry when you came, his hand quieting most of it.

You whimpered as he kept at it, even when you stopped cumming. He leaned up, moving his hand from your mouth. "Please, Dal.." you whispered. "'M sorry, I didn't mean to scream.." you panted, bucking your hips as you started getting hard again.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing. Dallas stopped moving.

 "Turn around." He demanded, and you obeyed. Dally used his hands to pull you away from the wall, forcing you down to your hands and knees. He crouched behind you, snagging his knife again. "Stay still." 

You winced and almost pulled away as he dug the knife into your back, down near your ass. Your tears dripped onto the ground as the grease sliced the word MINE into your skin. He used his shirt to soak up most of the blood, pulling your khakis off the rest of the way.

He used his thumbs to spread your cheeks, spitting at your hole. You gasped, spreading your legs to give him a better view. "Dally– Dally, please." You begged. Dallas let go to smack your ass, "Shut up, kid." He spoke, gently rubbing a finger around your hole. You moaned softly, arms collapsing.

Dally held you up by the hips, pushing two fingers in at once. You bit your lip, closing your eyes. Dallas worked his fingers in and out for a while, before pushing a third in.

Dally curled his fingers, ripping a quiet moan from you. You heard the grease chuckle behind you, before he removed his fingers. You let out a whimper, hole gaping over nothing.

You bit down on your lip, drawing blood, as Dallas pushed in, immediately burying himself to the hilt. Dally began thrusting, and your breathing started to come in harsh pants. The man leaned over, biting down on your shoulder blade. You let out a choked moan, and Dally pressed a hand to your mouth, his hand getting covered in blood and saliva.

Dallas rested his forehead on your back, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less coordinated. You let out a sharp groan, vision getting spotty as he hit your prostate. Dally rammed his hips forward, aiming for that same spot.

You let out a pathetic moan, bucking your hips as you neared your second climax, nails digging into the dirt below you. Dallas moved his hand to your crotch, circling his thumb over your slit.

You let out a string of wanton moans into Dally's hand, eyes squeezing shut. You basically screamed as you came for the second time that night, pushing back to meet Dallas' thrusts.

You heard the grease let out a groan, his thumb still spinning over your softening dick. You felt yourself get filled up, listening to Dallas' rough pants.

Dally moved off of you, causing you to collapse without his support. Your tired eyes followed the ravenette as he got dressed, only pulling his briefs, jeans and shoes on. He walked over to you, running a hand down your side.

"Shit, kid. Sorry," he apologized quietly, reaching for your stained khakis. You winced as he pulled on your boxers, cuts still oozing slightly. You sat up carefully. He gently tugged your khakis on for you, before slinging his coat over your bare shoulders. He handed you the shirts, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You drive?" He asked, leaning back on his haunches. "Yeah. Red Mustang, got a black stripe on both sides." You answered, pulling his coat tighter around you, clutching the bloodied shirts. "Okay. Can ya' walk?" He stood up, offering his hand. You reached up, and he hauled you up.

Your knees buckled under your sudden weight, and you collided with the greaser. Dally leaned over, his arm reaching behind your knees, and he lifted you off the ground with minimal effort.

"So, red Mustang?" He asked, walking out of the hidden area. "You come with anyone?" He continued, glancing around.

"Kid?" The grease sighed, you were slumped against his chest, eyes closed. You slumbered.

You woke up, body sore, in someone else's bed. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide, and frantically looked around. You checked over yourself, wearing too big sweats and Dally's coat. On your front was a bandage, and you could feel the sting of whatever was below it.

You laid back down, running a hand through your.. washed hair? You sighed softly.

"Dally?" You heard rustling outside the room. You sat up and moved from the bed, limping to the door. You opened it, and you could hear chatting. You walked out, peeking around the corner of another doorway.

In the living room was not only Dallas, but the Curtis brothers, Steve Randle, and Keith Mattews (you've heard him called Two-Bit by all but one of your teachers).

One of the Curtis brothers, Sodapop (you went to school with him before he dropped out), turned around and laughed. You raised an eyebrow at him, and glanced around the room. You glanced at the door, and saw it was mid-day. God, you slept for a long time.

"Where?" You hummed, pulling the coat tighter around yourself. 

"Our house, Y/N. I'm Darrel, call me Darry. This here is Sodapop and Ponyboy." You nodded as Darry listed the names, and you noted both Sodapop and Ponyboy's odd names, and their stunning looks.

Dally rubbed his eyes, sighing. "Sorry, kid." He stood up and walked towards you, leaning against the wall in front of you.

"Didn't know where ya' lived, an' I didn't want to bring you to my house." He explained, rubbing his arm. "Had 'em patch you up."  He mumbled.

"I get real.. impulsive when I get drunk, I'm sorry." He whispered. You stared at him, a smile playing on your lips. "It's alright." You punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"I enjoyed it," you smirked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Dally chuckled, "You want'ta stay here for now? Get some rest?" He winked, a grin crowding his face.

"Yeah, sure. If that's okay with them?" You nodded to the living room. "Go ahead." Darry called. You watch as Sodapop leant over and tapped Steve, giggling. He whispered something to his friend, and then Steve started chuckling too.

You followed as Dallas walked back to the room you woke up in. You shut the door, sitting on the bed beside Dally. He looked at you, a small grin on his face. You leaned onto him, resting your head on his chest. "Cuddle, sleep and talk about it later?" You asked, letting your hand rub his inner thigh. "Yeah."

goodbye i didn proof read thsi

[queen-scribbles]

@haledamage *cracks knuckles* ALRGHT THEN, can't wait to see the Kira ramble

I've already talked a little about how their different reactions in The Scene make me wanna chew drywall, but I'll refresh on that as I go. I think a lot of the differences and what makes them so DELICIOUS comes from the fact AJ and Adam are v different and Mallory and Adam are so, so very similar(the number of times Nate compares Mallory to Adam in their romance AU makes me laugh)

AJ, ofc, did the "what if we don't break?" response bc she's very much a "you'll never know if you never try" kind of person. Sure, maybe there's a 2% chance of success/no pain if they go for it(she personally thinks it's much higher), but there's a 0% chance if they deny something they both clearly feel and want to happen. She gets that Adam is trying to spare them both future pain of loss(a level of loss he's experienced before, which she can glean from the "again" even if he hasn't gone into detail about what happened to his family yet). She does. BUT his solution to avoiding potential future pain is to cause definite current pain. That doesn't make sense to her. Especially bc if something were to happen to him; seriously injured yet again or GOD FORBID killed, IT'S STILL GOING TO HURT. She still loves him even if he's not willing to let them be together. Can't speak for him, but suspects it would be the same. :) Just bc they're not acting on it doesn't make the feelings go away.

Her "going forward" is gonna be more of what's in the ficlet, not hiding that she loves him, not pushing too hard, just unobtrusively but relentlessly making him aware that whenever he's ready so is she. She doesn't want to pry for what happened to his family, what made him feel like this, worry about being broken bc he cares deeply about someone(spoilers, Adam, you care about Bravo. You care about Rebecca. You're still fucked even if you don't let yourself fall in love :)))) ), but even without details she understands it was Bad and she gets the desire to flinch away from a potential repeat of a pain you've experienced. Burn your hand, you don't touch the stove. Fall through ice, you don't walk on frozen rivers. etc etc. But she also feels that no matter how valid that fear might be, he needs to work through it(that feels like wrong phrasing >.>) bc not letting yourself get close to people for fear of how much losing them will hurt is no way to live. Especially when you're immortal. And maybe that's naïve bc she is mortal instead of being a 900 year old vampire. Maybe she'll feel differently after she's watched her mother and Tina and Verda's kids all age and die. But maybe she won't. Maybe loving people is worth enduring the chance/certainty of their loss.(Might do something in this AU with the fact she had a cat who died of old age a couple months before book 1. Much smaller scale, but she does have a little experience with loss of something beloved. And she wouldn't trade the years she had and loved her cat to avoid the pain of losing her, that would be silly.)

And Mallory. haha prepare for Mallory's Bold stat to SKYROCKET.

She's been trying to ignore, deny, and explain away the fact she's falling for Adam since late book 1, juuuuuust ignore she got worse PTSD from Murphy stabbing him than anything the asshole did to her. :) She still has nightmares about it. :))) Trapper fight too :))) The truth almost managed to escape after book 2 combat training, but she shoved it away, only to have TU OMNIA smash the walls down into little teeny tiny pieces she'd never put back together. (Love having a language nerd romance Adam "mutter in Latin so people don't know what I'm saying" du Mortain :). She DOES, buddy boy. It's fun) she still kept it kinda buried bc he was so clearly trying to deny/get rid of his feelings, and she already got her heart broken once by Bobby, she doesn't want a repeat of that. But the STUFF in book 3, man. And that my proud, cynical, STUBBORN AF, "I'm not fragile, Adam"// "I can handle myself" girl deliberately let herself be vulnerable enough to say "Too late" when he says he can't let her fall in love with him makes me SCREAM. She knew it was going to hurt. She knew it was going to break her heart. She did it anyway. She loves him enough to let him hurt her like that. Bc she had to tell him. She's honest, outspoken, reckless and so in love with him she can barely breathe, OFC she had to tell him even if he refuses to do anything about it.

But now, ohoho, he's admitted he loves her, and knows she loves him. The dam is finally, FINALLY broken, the river is raging, and good luck stopping her. She's gonna be way more open and blunt and vocal about how stupid she think it is to deny their feelings for each other. example: I DID NOT FINALLY GET OVER YEARS OF BLOODY BOBBY MARKS CRIPPLING MY LOVE LIFE TO ROLL OVER AND BE RESIGNED BC YOU'RE AFRAID OF GETTING HURT DU MORTAIN. DOES THAT SOUND LIKE ME?!?!?!?! (Do you know how long it took me to admit to MYSELF and sort-of kind-of to SOMEONE ELSE that I love you??? I can't back down NOW)

Mallory loves a challenge. She is encouraged and inspired when given a challenge. She also HATES IT when people tell her what to do, especially "for her safety". And Adam's whole "I will not allow you to fall in love with me" hits BOTH of those buttons. He literally could not have made her more interested in pursing him if he'd confessed his love and asked her on a date. xD Telling her "You can't do this, you'll get hurt" and thinking that would stop her???? Instead of make her chase it more stubbornly and blatantly????? Do you know her at all, Adam????? (Mason's gonna have a ball watching/abetting her in book 4 and I"m here for it)

tl;dr, AJ's a gentle stream, Mallory's a raging river, but they WILL both wear down the rock that is Adam du Mortain's obstinate refusal to pursue their mutual attraction, and it's gonna be delicious to watch.

[esta-elavaris]

I remember writing the Brethren Court scene for CTW and wanting to die, and now I'm writing the Council of Elrond and missing those golden rosy days.

Edit:

Snapshot of the thrilling evening lolol

[mbirnsings-71]

Life is all fun and dandy until I start writing an Essay on John Constantine of all people that's how you know The brain rot is all consuming

[doublekanble]

ghost in your home was not supposed to end like that at all lol, wrestled with the idea of letting him have his cake and eat it too or shove it in his face a bit more and ended up with just letting him be

[caricature-of-fic]

mini fic #2 for 1x05 Never Kill a Boy on the First Date

Angel (+ brief mentions of Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Owen); general audiences; no pairings but implied Angel pining I guess

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For a Slayer, she spends a remarkable amount of time shirking her duties.

He doesn’t have much experience with Slayers, of course. He’s always tended to avoid them, if he could, he isn’t— he hasn’t spent much time in their company. Or studying their habits. So perhaps what Buffy is doing is entirely normal.

(He’s seen the Watcher’s expression at times, though; heard the tone of his voice, the exasperated words, as he’d hidden in the shadows, ever unsure if or when he should reveal himself and address her. The Watcher does not think that what Buffy is doing is normal. It probably isn’t, then.)

Clearly, however, the Watcher stands little chance against her force of will, because too often Angel has to look for her in a crowded club rather than a deserted cemetery. If he looks at it objectively, that’s probably a good thing. She’s young, she’s pretty, she should get to dance and have fun and live a little before she has to devote all her time to her Calling.

He finds it very, very hard to look at it objectively. He doesn’t want to have to look for her in a crowd. He’s really not a fan of crowds, these days, and isn’t that funny. A century ago he’d have made himself right at home—assuming the absence of a Slayer, of course—would have picked the most appealing out of the mass of bodies and had himself a right good time.

Now, having spent so long firmly staying away from people, he ducks through the door and wishes he could turn right around. Over the noise of music and half-yelled conversation, he can barely hear himself think, and the scent of cheap, sugary drinks mixes with the scent of sweat mixes with the overpowering scent of young, human life, and something inside Angel roars with glee and hunger at it all, while something else, something only barely stronger, is so repulsed by the scene and his own reaction that it makes him sick.

He holds his breath. Buffy. He’s here for Buffy. He’ll find her, and warn her, and maybe talking to her a little will be a nice distraction, and then he can leave.

Buffy is not particularly receptive to his warning. Buffy already knows what he is here to warn her about, and doesn’t seem to care. Buffy is here with a boy, and clearly wants Angel to leave.

That should work out just fine, then, because Angel wants to leave. He’s done what he came here for. It’s just that he’s getting the impression that Buffy doesn’t really understand the urgency of the situation. And that the boy she’s here with—Owen, she tells him, and he makes an effort to be normal and polite and normal—well, he seems a bit like an idiot. Although Angel couldn’t say what exactly he’s basing that impression on.

Fine. He’s being normal. He can be normal, he’s getting back into what normal means, in this decade and century and as someone who’s trying to be helpful to humans instead of arranging to do unthinkable things to them or simply avoiding them altogether. He can do this. Although it’s easier when he can just talk to Buffy straight without some clueless little boy around—Buffy isn’t entirely normal, after all, though she blends in much more easily—and her friends suddenly arriving to also speak to her in badly concealed code.

He really wants to leave.

In the end, it’s Buffy who leaves, together with the other two. And Angel, somehow, is still standing amidst the crowd, next to the boy—Owen—who stares in the direction Buffy just disappeared towards, and shakes his head, apparently astonished. “She is the strangest girl.”

It’s not how Angel would have put it. It seems rude. Even if not entirely wrong.

Perhaps he should follow her. What he told her is true, after all—the prophecy means danger, and her little friends are hardly going to be of much use. But then Owen suddenly mumbles something about having to leave and takes off almost in a run, and Angel knows he’s going to go after Buffy and to the funeral home and he just—can’t. The singer on stage is crooning into her microphone and echoing in his ears, and he doesn’t know what he really could do if he did follow them all. How could he even be of help? He hasn’t fought anyone in a century, he’s only barely kept himself alive for most of that time. If he tries, he won’t be able to hide what he is from Buffy.

It’s cowardice, of course. But Angel is not quite ready to see her drive a stake through his heart.

[andromedaexists]

oh my god i think i just found the artist i want to commission for CMI's book cover

now i just need to save up the money to work with her 🥰

[tropiyas]

look at these fuckin diaries btw

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Dang.

Resurrection day and cc!Tommy’s birthday and a good writing day and getting to spend time with baby cousins?? All on the same day???