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Good News for some Friends, from the Future
I wish there were a way to broadcast news from the future back to the past for those forlorn moments in an artist's life. #art #MessageFromTheFuture
On my way to go see a dance piece, I stopped off at the Drama Bookshop and noticed that they had a collection of plays written by my old friend. I figured I should buy it, since I have a goal to dedicate a shelf, nay, a bookcase, to the work of my friends. Also, I wanted to read the plays. Over the years, we’ve been less in touch so I haven’t managed to see everything or read everything. In our…
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#choreographer#Drama Bookshop#friends#future gazing#good news#Mikhail Baryshnikov#playwright#Success Stories
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Every bookshop I went to in New York!
📍The Strand
📍Books Are Magic (both locations)
📍The Ripped Bodice
📍The Drama Book Shop
📍powerHouse books
📍Albertine
I only realised when I had already left NYC that there are several Shakespeare & co there, so I went to none of them...
In Boston I did go to Trident and Newbury Comics, but either it was raining or I was in a hurry, so I didn't take any pictures. I didn't have time to go to Papercuts, like someone suggested when I asked though, which is a shame
But here's a bonus bookstore I went to in Wellesley, where I was staying:
#i dont know how i did it but i did manage to limit myself and only bought 4 books#all of them i have been wanting to read for a while now and had heard good things about#so hopefully they dont disappoint#bookstores#independent bookstore#new york#new york bookstore#the strand#books are magic#the ripped bodice#the drama bookshop#powerhouse books#albertine
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My Liberation Notes
Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop - Hwang Bo-reum
#quote parallels#my liberation notes#welcome to hyunam dong bookshop#hwang bo reum#books and tv series#word parallels#life quotes#cozy books#beautiful words#quotes#how to survive#k drama#poc writers#korean novel#bookshops
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do you think lin manuel has rolin's pulitzer prize losing play available at his bookstore. they have all of erics
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Remembering when I joined the fandom in 2020 and no one would explain where the whole South Downs thing came from
#i read so many fics with the bookshop opening scene before learning it was a deleted scene from the season 1 script book#and the way people call the kiss EVERY because of the leak but if you don't KNOW that we sound CRAZY#and so many details from the original book that will go right over show-only fans' heads#i wonder how many things show-only fans think are fanon but are actually from the OG#he could do interesting things with tongue indeed mister snakeskin boots#and that's not even bringing the radio drama into this and the references to crowley wearing a skirt and hastur being dead etc#anyway this is not making fun of new fans by any means#if you're in this as deep as I am then we're in the same boat of absurdity#I'm just writing a fic that includes a lot of non-show non-canon scenes that exist in fandom spaces and it amused me#good omens#good omens 2#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley
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I'm not joking when I say I would watch endless seasons of a Good Omens sitcom or "monster-of-the-week" style show about Aziraphale and Crowley dealing with the Earthly havoc caused by their respective sides' tantrums or basically any Aziraphale And Crowley Are In A SItuation Of No Lasting Consequence type show
#i'm not finished the new season but i'm really enjoying it so far#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#fr the bookshop is the perfect setting for a buffy-style dramedy#i just think they would be insufferable in a sitcom loop of inconsequence#in a good way#god imagine an audio drama series of them#it would be so good
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GOT THE BOOKSTORE INTERVIEW AND IM SO WORRIED THAT I MESSED IT UP :((( she was so nice too,,,
She asked me why i left one of my previous jobs, and i said that it was mainly the drive, but there were also some issues with management playing favorites and unprofessional behavior. she said she wanted to make sure i was okay with being in another small business, because their version of “professional” isn’t corporate level and i was like, no, that’s totally fine !! that i loved the work, and it was just the drama i couldn’t handle. I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE HONEST BUT I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT NOW UGHHHH WHAT IF I BLEW IT i shouldn’t have said ANYTHINGGGG
#BRO WHAT IF THEY THINK IM THE DRAMA#I SWEAR I WASNT THE DRAMA LMAO IT WAS ALL PETTY BORED MIDDLE AGED LADY BS#aizposting#bookshop chronicles
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went to the drama bookshop. got struck with the bogosian stare. also yay spring awakening book whatever. and these bookmarks are a bit cringe but also cute
#i’m sure i knew the drama bookshop existed somewhere in back of my mind but#i only remembered it for this trip because i saw the titanique video about it where they had celine visit 😶#(they didn’t even still have the titanque display up. WTH#original
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Penn Badgley and Elizabeth Lail in You (2018) Pilot
S1E1
Based on Caroline Kepne's best-selling novel of the same name, "You" is a 21st century love story that asks, "What would you do for love?" When a brilliant bookstore manager crosses paths with an aspiring writer, his answer becomes clear: anything. Using the internet and social media as his tools to gather the most intimate of details and get close to her, a charming and awkward crush quickly becomes obsession as he quietly and strategically removes every obstacle - and person - in his way.
*No self respecting bookbinder would use a heavy mallet to round a spine. Anyone who has ever repaired or bound a book of this caliber would use a rounding hammer, specifically designed for such a purpose.
#You#You tv series#2018#Pilot episode#S1E1#Penn Badgley#Elizabeth Lail#bookshop#tv series#crime#drama#romance#stalker#obsessive#relationships#first episode#just watched
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any Christmas plans?
I was actually planning on relaxing this Christmas... perhaps with a hot drink and someone special on Christmas Eve... There's a chance I'll wake up on Christmas day with that someone and maybe say hello to a select few, but otherwise, focus on not being disturbed by any official Heaven or Hell business.
#Nothing major. I think we'll all be glad for some respite...#aziraphale posts#// What Azi means is he will not be working on Christmas or Christmas eve#// no drama no stress just this bookshop being a blessed mess#// I unfortunately will not be waking up with my amor. no he is at work 😭😭😭 i am forsaken
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Looked up the author of the book I'm reading because the book could easily have started life as scrubbed fic (its dynamic and situation set up is nearly identical to Catradora's) and I wanted to see if the author had said anything about writing fanfic in interviews, but I instantly regretted it.
#i did click the plagiarism one but that didn't bring up anything more substantial than a shady tweet among otherwise unrelated results#i bought this book in a bookshop because it sounded interesting and queer#i don't need to know if the author gets huffy on twitter about bad reviews or whatever#that seems to be the most common type of ''drama''#either that or they have some anti-censorship stance#in which case good for them#i read the author bio on their website and it only made me more convinced those elements were at least heavily inspired by c/a#and also further reminded me why i don't look authors up#because they usually sound so annoying that it puts me off the book
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#so i’m o much only staying away from GO online and even at that i’m mostly staying away from the tv stuff#but i still think about it (good omens) and i’m actually relistening to the audio drama bc i love it soooo much#anyways because i love warlock so much and find his role so interesting i have a concept to present#just a scenario really#what if right around the time warlock’s eleventh birthday is rolling around the dowlings have another kid#they need a nanny again and crowley and aziraphale talk it over#and crowley as warlock’s brother’s nanny would just be really convenient for them to keep a closer eye on warlock#so etc etc warlock’s NOT the antichrist BUT the dowlings still need a nanny and crowley has to keep nanny-ing#while trying to find the real anti-christ#and this works with the logic of ‘he was going to just poof into space but he had to drive to tadfield???’#it never crossed crowley’s mind that he’s a magic being and could just fake some memories and have some random nanny be their nanny#aziraphale (in the book) hates or at least very much dislikes warlock bc he is totally a little shit#so i have a head canon that crowley loves warlock bc he’s such a little shit. he’s like wow this kid sucks <3 that’s my boy <3#bluebird.txt#essentially the plot is the same except more nanny ashtoreth and more ‘no mrs. dowling the boys are fine- WARLOCK STICK YOUR HEAD BACK IN#THE CAR YOUR HEAD WILL CATCH FIRE- yes we’re having a lovely time at the zoo- OTHER KID STOP TRYING TO CATCH THE FISH FALLING FROM TJE SKY’#hehe#and aziraphale is like i love all of gods creations but some of them (children) sure take a little more effort huh#he’s just so annoyed the whole time#OH AND IF CROWLEY HAS TO BRING THEM TO THE BOOKSHOP BC HES MEETING AZIRAPHALE#HES JUST SO STRESSED OUT THE WHOLE TIME BC kid kid kID GET AWAY FROM MY PRICELESS COLLECTION OF FIRST EDITIONS
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Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Polizeiruf 110 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adam Raczek/Vincent Ross, Adam Raczek & Vincent Ross Characters: Vincent Ross, Adam Raczek Additional Tags: slightly AU, bookshop owner vincent, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Romance, Drama, ein bisschen Angst Summary:
Vincent ist neu in der Stadt und sucht eine Frisierkommode. Adam hat eine zu verkaufen. Could this be the beginning of something wonderful?
Titel wie immer von Sven Regener.
#ao3#polizeiruf 110#polizeiruf frankfurt#polizeiruf świecko#vincent ross#adam raczek#bisschen au#bookshop au#romance#drama#there will be more chapters
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Watching Emma (2020) to feel something.
#I read Kate Hamill’s adaptation of it at the drama bookshop yesterday#and while I don’t always love her takes on classics#I think she really nailed it with Emma#and now I’m watching the movie again
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10 Incredible June 2023 Book Releases
It seems to be the month of genre fiction, but to be honest I’m fully okay with that. There’s so many incredible historical fiction and mystery / thriller books coming out over the next 30 days that I’ll absolutely be reading as soon possible! I love writing these posts because they help keep me up to date on books that I wouldn’t otherwise be aware of, and that’s never been more the case than…
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#adult drama#andrea bartz#book releases#by Jocelyn#carolyn mackler#elliot page#fiona davis#isabel allende#lady tan&039;s circle of women#lisa see#natalie beach#new book releases#New Releases#pageboy#pamela m kelley#riley sager#ruth ware#the bookshop by the bay#the only one left#the spare room#the spectacular#the wife app#the wind knows my name#zero days
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Sooooo I learned a valuable lesson last night. Which is not to draft things in tumblr. Because I wrote almost all of this in drafts, was like 15 minutes from posting. And then the app glitched when I changed the song I was listening to and lost everything.
I’m not entirely sure I wrote this version half as well as the original, which is maddening. But please enjoy this next part to the Mister(s) Steal Your Girl (poly 141) series.
Content:Safe/Sane/Consensual Intimacy
You honestly didn’t expect to speak to Kyle again after the bookshop encounter. Sure, you exchanged numbers and he seemed so sincere, but your faith in reading people has been a bit shaken as of late.
That said, you wouldn’t have held it against him if you didn’t. You’d had a wonderful time meeting someone new, even if just for a moment. He seemed like a busy man in a high-stress job, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he looked at your open-relationship-with-a-fiance situation and decided it was too much drama.
But the very next day after meeting him, he sends you a text. Repeating that he had a great time and asking if you’ve already started any of the books you bought.
You try (and probably fail) not to giggle like a schoolgirl every time he texts you. He’s as sweet through the phone as he was in person. Throughout the week, he checks on you (more messages than you’ve gotten from your fiance in a month) asking after your days and nights and generally chatting.
On Thursday at lunch, you ask if he’d like to meet up again, heart clenching anxiously. Nearly throw your phone across the break room when his name pops up as an incoming call.
When you answer, he doesn’t even waste time on a greeting.
“I’d like to take you on a date, luv,” he specifies, voice silky and amused in your ear.
Date one is a nice dinner. He shows up at the door with flowers. You have to take a second to blink away the mist in your eyes.
“Sorry, sorry,” you hurry to say, summoning a smile. “Just no one’s ever bought me flowers. Thank you, they’re wonderful.”
And then you realize that probably sounds pathetic and quickly turn away to deposit them in a vase. (Miss the baffled and almost offended frown on Kyle’s face as that processes.)
At dinner, the two of you toast by tapping your appetizers together. He feeds you bites of his meal from his own fork, and you let him try your wine, giggling at the faces he makes.
The night ends (after dessert, a walk in the park, and a nightcap at a quiet bar) at your front door. Kyle fits a big, warm hand on your waist, pulls you in… and drops a chaste kiss to your cheek.
You try not to let your disappointment show, but he must catch it because he chuckles and gently nudges your face back into position. Graces you with another kiss at the corner of your mouth.
“I want to, darling,” he admits, so close you’re sharing air. “Trust me, I want to. But I need you to know I’m doing this for the right reasons too.”
Touched and a little choked up, you hug him tight, cheek pressed to his chest. His breath stutters. And then his strong arms are curling around you, tucking you in, his whole body becoming a warm haven.
“Can we… can we do this again?” you ask hopefully.
“Darling, I’d take you out tomorrow if you’d let me.”
Date two is bowling, which you find Kyle is actually terrible at, despite being a sniper. You laugh and joke through three games, trouncing him each time. He doesn’t seem to mind losing in the slightest, and even takes you out for a victory ice cream afterwards. You hold hands while you lick at the cone.
Date three, you invite him to a wine and paint night. He seems willing, though unsure. By the end, though, the two of you are giggling and tipsy, paint on your hands and faces. He kisses you against the passenger door of his car, lips soft and gentle. Moans when the tip of his tongue skims your bottom lip.
On date four, you sing to the radio in the car. Blush when you catch him sneaking glances at you, but also notice that he goes around the same block twice. Tease that you’re going to be late if he keeps stalling.
At the end of the night, he sweeps you in close on the dance floor.
“Come home with me?” he asks in your ear.
Your heart stumbles as you nod, cheeks hot.
He barely gets you in the door before pressing you back against it. Fingers in your hair, body one firm line pressed flush to yours. Kissing earnest but not rough, flicking at your bottom lip until you open for him with a soft sigh. He tastes like heaven, like the drinks you shared before this. Your fingers curl into his Henley, tugging him closer, arching your back.
The desire he’s been steadily building in your gut bursts into an inferno. You’re burning all over, can barely breathe. Dizzy with his cologne.
You break the kiss with a squeak when he scoops up beneath the thighs.
“I-I’m too heavy!” you gasp, clinging tight.
“Like hell you are,” he scoffs. “Come back here, I’m not done kissing you.”
You hesitate, taking stock. But he doesn’t feel like he’s straining; didn’t even make that mortifying grunt noise. Feel secure enough to lean back just a bit to check his expression.
There’s not an ounce of effort there. Just liquid dark eyes focused on your swollen lips, tilting his chin to coax you back. You go with a little thrill in your stomach, messier this time, teeth scraping.
He bumps you against the wall on his way to the bedroom. It doesn’t hurt but it makes you laugh against his cheek.
“Love your laugh,” he murmurs into your neck. “Could listen to it all day.”
Somehow that makes you flush more than the hard bulge pressing against your ass. So you shove your tongue in his mouth again to shut him up, breathless at his tongue curling against yours.
You squeal when he drops you on the bed with a little bounce, a brilliant, cheeky smile your reward. Then he tugs his shirt off and your mind goes utterly blank.
He’s a monument of strength and discipline, power in every plane of hard-earned muscle. There are glossy scars peppering his skin, and you’re fascinated as much as you are sad for his pain. He looks like a young god. You’ve seen marble statues half as beautiful as him.
“You’re bloody gorgeous,” you whisper, crawling to the edge of the bed.
He shivers and leans into your palms as they explore up his toned stomach, across the defined lines of his chest and shoulders, down his arms. Leave open-mouthed kisses against long-healed wounds and patches of smooth skin alike, appreciating every part of him.
He uses your interlocked fingers to draw you away, bending to meet you halfway. Speckles kisses over your cheeks and jaw, down to a tender spot beneath your ear that makes you hum. You could melt into him and just float.
He pauses there, breathes you in. “Can I take this off?” he asks, plucking at your shirt. You hesitate, just for a beat — but it’s enough to have Kyle pulling back a little.
“We can stop here,” he offers. “Or we can just keep doing this. Whatever you want, luv, I’m not fussed.”
You duck your head, but he doesn’t let you escape for long, gently guiding your gaze up by the chin.
“Talk to me?” he asks.
“I-I want to keep going,” you say, “I’m just… and you’re so…”
He shakes his head, kisses you quiet. “I’m not anything but a man that wants to make his girl happy. In whatever way she’s okay with, yeah?”
You have to blink away another sting of inopportune tears. Then reach for your shirt and pull it off yourself.
“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, eyes going big.
You flush as he nudges you back, spread out amongst the neat sheets and pillows. His eyes trace every inch of you over and over, hands quick to follow. The contrast of his rough palms on your skin makes you squirm and sigh. He touches you like you’re something special, like he wants to savor you.
He nibbles kisses into your collarbones, lavishes your breasts with tongue and gentle teeth. Works his way down your stomach and stops again.
“Can I take the rest off?” he asks.
You don’t hesitate this time, shifting to give him access to the zipper. His hands fumble a bit when he notices the embarrassing wet patch on your underwear, thumbing at your slit through the fabric.
“Please let me eat you out,” he breathes.
You press your thighs together, nervous. “Y-you don’t have to…”
“I want to, luv,” he answers, eyes barely flickering away. “Fuck do I want to.”
Words desert you, so all you can manage is a jerky nod. For the first time, his patience seems to fray as he tugs your underwear off. Barely gets them down to one ankle before diving between your legs.
He laces sweet kisses along your thighs and hips, slowing as he gets closer and closer to where you want him most. His tongue dips into your slit, just skims your throbbing and sensitive clit. You moan softly. The next swipe of his tongue is bolder, curling at your soaked entrance. He groans into you, deep and animal from his chest and makes you shudder.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”
It’s impossible not to when he pampers your cunt so thoroughly. Never rough, never too fast. Like he could spend all night between your thighs. Sucking gently at your clit, thrusting his tongue inside, lapping in perfect, even strokes. You didn’t think you enjoyed oral from the few times you’ve experienced it — but Kyle makes it heavenly.
One of his hands, squeezing absently at your hip, travels down. He presses a finger at your entrance, playing in your slick but not going further. Waiting. You murmur a soft “please” that nearly has him growling.
Even just one finger feels like so much. His hands are bigger than yours. And so deliciously clever. It’s not long before you’re babbling for another, crying out softly when he provides. Two fingers curling and rubbing against your slick, sensitive walls and his tongue swirling around your needy clit — it’s so much. Overwhelming and perfect.
“K-Kyle, ‘m gonna…” you keen, shocked by how quickly it’s building.
Then he hums an encouragement and that little extra bit of stimulation sends you hurtling over the edge. You clench around his hand, hips twitching, grinding against his willing mouth through wave after wave. Not even aware of the noises you’re making until they fade off into soft whimpers of overstimulation.
Kyle eases his fingers from you, drops one last kiss to your hip. The lower half of his face is glistening. If you weren’t still somewhere in the stratosphere, you’d be embarrassed. But right now all you can manage is a quiet, needy noise, reaching for him.
He smiles and crawls over you, the warmth of his body soothing your shivery muscles, easing you through aftershocks. You wipe absently at his chin as you exchange lazy, sloppy kisses. Surprised to find that you don’t mind the taste of yourself; not much different than jizz.
“Give me… another second…” you mumble, head falling back as you catch your breath. “I’ll return the favor.”
Against your leg, you can feel him twitch through his jeans. He feels big. Your stomach clenches with want.
“That sounds bloody amazing, don’t get me wrong,” he answers, voice husky in your ear. “But if you’re up for it, I’d like to feel you cumming ‘round my cock.”
You gasp, not sure if you’re scandalized or even more turned on than before. Both?
“Wait, but I already…”
“I know, I was there,” he teases, kissing your temple. “But I wanna see it again. Feel it proper this time.”
You pause, blinking up at him as you trace your fingers along his ribs. “But isn’t that… I dunno, unfair?”
“Fuck no,” he answers. “I’d spend all night just making you cum if you let me.”
You huff and swat at him. “I think you’d kill me.”
“What a way to go, though, eh?” he chuckles, arching his eyebrows.
You groan, but there’s no hiding your grin. He brushes hair back from your face, cups your cheek.
“What do you say, baby? Let me fuck you good and proper.”
You snort, turn to nip his thumb in relation, but chirp, “yes, please!”
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#cod#my writing#fanfiction#reader fic#kyle gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick#poly 141#misters steal your girl#open relationship trope
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