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"Just because two people are good friends doesn't mean they'd make a good couple." -Dylan [ @thenormalpiper ]
“And what if they’re great friends and can make an even greater couple, huh? What do you say about that?” Sophie responded right back, a hand against her hip as she looked back at her brother. It was no secret to anyone that Dylan wasn’t a fan of Luke or much less Marnie’s friendship with him. But just like how it was obvious that Dylan disliked him, it was also super obvious on how much Luke liked Marnie and vice versa. In fact, the youngest witch was a bit surprised that the two weren’t dating already— Luke literally had asked Marnie out on a date back when they first met, and yet? “Besides, are you sure you want to be one to talk about these kinds of things? Aren’t you good friends with the same girl you also have a crush on?”
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Marnie immediately wanted to counter his point that she had made Luke more attractive with the same response she always gave the goblin himself—that she hadn’t made him any more attractive, only more human—but she kept it to herself. It wasn’t the kind of thing that would support her defense against Dylan’s accusations, considering he was clearly insinuating that she and Luke were into each other…Hearing him lay it out so bluntly was a strange shock to the system. Maybe she shouldn’t bother trying to deny it at this point. The girlish part of her heart even wanted to lean forward and ask, Do you really think? But despite how close she was with her brother, he was the last person she would want to have girl talk with, and she was also old enough to be more realistic than romantic. Gods, was she ever a sucker for romance, but in this case there was too much working against the idea.
“As worried as I am for his ego, it’s not that. And we don’t spend all our time together,” she corrected. Luke had friends he didn’t introduce her to, for one thing, not that she had any particular feelings about that. They did still spend a lot of time together, and could they be blamed for that when their friendship had been long-distance for so long? “Anyway, it’s not that simple,” she added. “Have I thought about it, yeah, but…” Despite flirting with her when they met on her first visit to Halloweentown, Luke had never asked her out over the years; there was an unspoken truth lingering between them that it would have been too complicated with him living there and her in the mortal world. And even though they were both in the same dimension now, that might not last forever. “He loves it here, and I love Halloweentown.” That was all she said, but more went unspoken, implied. What if they did date and it went so well they wanted to stay together, but couldn’t agree where to settle down? Having to break up with someone you loved because you wanted different things in life would be devastating, but having that break-up with a best friend would be even worse. Marnie had been through plenty of heartbreaks in this life, but that was the kind she wouldn’t know how to come back from.
Dylan scrunched his nose in return at his older sister, deciding not to throw an insult back at her even though he easily could have — sometimes it was better to be the bigger person than to stoop to her childish behaviors. Instead, he steered the subject away from himself and put Marnie on the defense, which seemingly wasn’t her strong suit. Dylan rolled his eyes as she played dumb. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious — he moves here after you make him more attractive, you spend all your time together … I’m just surprised neither of you has made a move yet.” Not that Dylan thought that Marnie and Luke would make a good couple, he was still on the fence about that. “Or is he already getting a huge ego and becoming unbearable to be around for too long? If that’s the case, I saw that coming from a mile away.”
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✨💖 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 💖✨
𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 book one in the 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 series by @elizabethdearwrites is #NOWLIVE AND #AVALIABLENOW ON #KU ❕
✨❝𝑰'𝒎 𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕. 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.❞
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🩷𝑨𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔: https://bit.ly/3TwaMAF
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💖 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩 💖
Packs are pain and bonds are fucking shackles.
With the government issuing omega females to Alpha packs like we're social security checks, I cling to my freedom thanks to a black-market suppressant hookup and a lethal family that's ready to execute any Alpha who tries to force a bond.
By day, I work in the family hardware store. By night, I rescue omegas who weren't born with the tools to fight the system like I was.
My life is risk, but I'd never trade it for anything.
Not even for the three dangerously gorgeous men who come sniffing around the store in search of the omega I just snatched from her abusive prison.
Not even when those men smell like they're mine.
But my suppressant hookup just fell through, and I'm on the fast track to a pheromone explosion that will land me in jail, followed by forced bonding.
Or I could just give my body what it so desperately wants and fall into the convenient arms of Austin, Seth, and Cameron.
But outside of the fairytales? There's no such thing as a happily bonded omega.
I'm Dylan St. James, and I'm no princess.
This is a New Adult, M/M/F/M Omegaverse romance. It is Book 1 in a duet and will end on a cliffhanger. As always with my books, this is for readers age 18+ and contains a ton of foul language, steamy scenes, and violent themes. A full list of content warnings can be found in the Author's Note at the front of the book. Happy reading!
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#ElizabethDear #ElizabethDearWrites #OmegaVerse #KickassFMC #Duet #WhyChoose #SpicyRomance #Readers #SpicyRomance #PeachyKeenas
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Release Blitz ~ Omega Concealed by Elizabeth Dear
✨💖 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 💖✨ 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 book one in the 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 series by @elizabethdearwrites is #NOWLIVE AND #AVALIABLENOW ON #KU ❕ ✨ ❝𝑰’𝒎 𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕. 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.❞ . 🩷𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒖𝒑 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆: https://bit.ly/3sTQ1E8 . ✨𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆: mybook.to/Dylan1 . 🩷𝑨𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔: https://bit.ly/3TwaMAF . 💖 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩 💖 Packs are pain and bonds are fucking shackles. With the government issuing omega…
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WHERE: random street in Astoria WHEN: after the moon’s peak @dylanmarrok
Raine returned to the city by their lonesome, dirt on their face, rips in the loose sweater and pants they had dug up to wear back. Luckily they had cut the long lucks they had once sported and the buzzcut could contain no twigs, saving them from a long uncomfortable shower. While no longer looking like their wolf counterpart, Raine still showed signs of the full moon. Their eyes were keen, blacker than usual, their sense better and some parts of their skin itched where hair had yet to disappear. The last wasn’t the best, but they smirked with the feeling of power at being a wolf, as their heart beat with the residue rage.
Loud noises from down the street made their head jerk in that direction, a low growl settling in their throat. The noise continued despite their warning, and they watched some struggle in the shadow of the alley. As they edged closer, they locked eyes with another individual that smelled similar to them, and nudged them into the same direction, pointing at the danger with their nose. They didn’t recognise the scent of the strangers, though one was undoubtedly human, the other two were not.
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"Well, it's nice to meet you," Nereus replied. "—So, what do you do for fun, Dylan?" He questioned. "Something tells me we are very different from each other." He observed.
Dylan shifted her weight a little, crossed her leg over the other. "Okay, fine," she said. "Dylan."
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Grace wasn’t fond of these places. Bars and alcohol and drunk people were not her thing, it was way of of her comfort zone, but Carmen insisted on coming to this place and she was too good to say no. So here she was, with a soda in front of her since she didn’t drink alcohol, waiting for her friend to return from the restroom. But time passed and Carmen was nowhere near to be seen and then this guy sat next to her and began to talk and rub her leg with his on purpose. So Grace simply excused herself and left. She wondered around, being pushed by people from all sides until she finally made it to the corridor that leaded to the bathrooms. There was a couple making out heavily that at first she didn’t pay attention, but when she took a closer look, she gasped and bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to do.
Carmen, on the other hand, was having the time of her life, she had this hot handsome man pressing her against the wall. Their kisses were hot, sloppy and needy. All she knew was that his name was Dylan. However, when she heard the gasp, she had to pull away but not too much, just enough. “Hey, sweetie” she grinned at her friend, already knowing the look on the blonde’s face. “This is my new friend Dylan...” she purred, holding out her hand so Grace could take it and when she did, she gently pulled her towards the two of them. “Dylan, this is my best friend Grace...” she hummed before leaning over and pressed a sweet kiss on the blonde’s lips. “Gracie, baby, why don’t you say ‘hi’ to Dylan?” She said, leaving the blonde looking up at the much taller man, still unsure of what to do.
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Neither War nor Peace: The Shared Sacrificial Militancy of Fanon and Gandhi
Neither War nor Peace: The Shared Sacrificial Militancy of Fanon and Gandhi
“You can reload your rifle, and that moment you’re reloading it, that’s peace.” — Bob Dylan1
Columbia Daily Spectator
Summary
Frantz Fanon’s psychoanalytic endorsement of violence and Mohandas Gandhi’s religious non-violence are usually considered opposed theoretical expressions of resistance. Given this apparent polarity, most analysts contrast rather than align their broader commitments…
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Bob Dylan Announces San Diego Show
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Hannah had to shield her eyes as the sun bounced off the white pavement. Everywhere she looked she had to squint, but other than that, the park was nice. Since it was the weekend, it was guaranteed that there were families around, and sure enough there were children swarming about the playground. She smiled at them as she walked past, eyes drifting towards the perfectly tended flowerbeds. She debated picking a few for her apartment but decided against it. She had other places to be.
Their designated meeting place was an old and rusty bench, worn away from years of service. It was her favourite spot in the park, even though she wasn’t a frequent visitor. It was the perfect spot for her as the tree behind her provided enough shade so her skin didn’t burn yet let enough light in for her to read when she so desired. It was just so comforting.
She checked the time. 2:49pm. She was eleven minutes early and she cursed herself for constantly feeling the need to be punctual. It led to a lot of waiting around and she didn’t have anything interesting to pass the time. If only she hadn’t left her work papers at home, then perhaps she would have been able to get some work done.
The sigh she let out almost concealed the sound of footsteps heading her way. She risked a look up and saw him: the man in the picture her mother had shown her. Suddenly very self-conscious, she sat up straight and gave a small wave. “Um, hello.”
So much for being confident.
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While she normally would prefer to discover whether she liked a certain book on her own, Wendy could not deny that she also valued Dylan’s opinions. He was one of the only few people she knew who enjoyed the art of reading the same way she did, in fact, the brunette could argue that he enjoyed reading even more than she did. So to hear him say that the story she had chosen would only drawn on and didn’t have a satisfying ending, Wendy didn’t hesitate to shut the book without marking the page she had been in. Perhaps sometime later she might regret doing so, but the Darling knew she could always return back to this book if she felt like it. After all, it never hurts to start from the beginning once again.
That being said, she couldn’t help but now stare at Dylan curiously, wondering what other story he had in mind that he thought would catch her fancy better than the one she had chosen. And as soon as her question had escaped her lips, he immediately produced a new book from his cart and placed it against the table before her. The entire action resulted in the brunette staring at him with mirth, the corner of her lips curving upwards once more before shifting her gaze towards the book he given her. Wendy read the title, brows raising with instant curiosity before she glanced back at him once more. “I do have to say the title alone does sound more appealing than the other one did.” She commented, now flipping the book over. “And I think I might bring them both home with me.” The brunette added with a slight nod. Only she will be reading this new one first. “But thank you, I’ll try to give a raving review— if I enjoy it as much as you believe I will. But if I don’t, you may need to have another choice ready for me to read because I will be asking for more recommendations then.” There was a teasing smile on her face.
Dylan was probably the biggest bookworm around, with his favorite thing about having magic being that he could speed read through any and all books he could find. It made him feel bad for others that didn't have that same advantage though — time was limited for them, limited on what they could read throughout their lifetime and how much they could realistically get through. That was why he had a habit of being upfront when a book wasn't good; if he didn't have the ability to get through a book so fast, he'd also want the brutal honestly if the book sucks. No point in wasting the time! Still, he could come off a bit of a know-it-all because of this.
Of course, his current intention was to help and impress Wendy by the comment, but it was no secret that he wasn't all that good at this. He was always persistent though, trying even if he was failing. He smiled at her question, shrugging. "True. Realistically, I can't stop you. You could keep going with it, see for yourself. I'd just hate for you to waste your time." Despite the brunette's question, she closed the book without saving her page. Luckily, he had planned for her next question, already having the perfect book resting in the cart he had beside him. Knowing exactly where he placed it, he grabbed his book suggestion for her almost too quickly. "I think this is more your style." Dylan placed the book on the table beside the one Wendy just sat down. He wondered if she was going to give up on that one completely or still give it a try. "You could always take both," Dylan mused. "I can imagine your book review will be very entertaining by the end."
#( oh; we had such a wonderful time! well; except when we were kidnapped... : interactions )#( c: dylan )#dylan1
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𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 book one in the 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 series by @elizabethdearwrites ❕
✨ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄.
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🩷𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒖𝒑 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆: https://bit.ly/3sTQ1E8
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✨𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆: mybook.to/Dylan1
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🩷𝑨𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔: https://bit.ly/3TwaMAF
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💖 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩 💖
Packs are pain and bonds are fucking shackles.
With the government issuing omega females to Alpha packs like we're social security checks, I cling to my freedom thanks to a black-market suppressant hookup and a lethal family that's ready to execute any Alpha who tries to force a bond.
By day, I work in the family hardware store. By night, I rescue omegas who weren't born with the tools to fight the system like I was.
My life is risk, but I'd never trade it for anything.
Not even for the three dangerously gorgeous men who come sniffing around the store in search of the omega I just snatched from her abusive prison.
Not even when those men smell like they're mine.
But my suppressant hookup just fell through, and I'm on the fast track to a pheromone explosion that will land me in jail, followed by forced bonding.
Or I could just give my body what it so desperately wants and fall into the convenient arms of Austin, Seth, and Cameron.
But outside of the fairytales? There's no such thing as a happily bonded omega.
I'm Dylan St. James, and I'm no princess.
This is a New Adult, M/M/F/M Omegaverse romance. It is Book 1 in a duet and will end on a cliffhanger. As always with my books, this is for readers age 18+ and contains a ton of foul language, steamy scenes, and violent themes. A full list of content warnings can be found in the Author's Note at the front of the book. Happy reading!
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💖𝑱𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 ⭢ @peachykeenas
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#ElizabethDear #ElizabethDearWrites #OmegaVerse #KickassFMC #Duet #WhyChoose #SpicyRomance #Readers #SpicyRomance #PeachyKeenas
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Cover Reveal ~ Omega Concealed by Elizabeth Dear
✨🩷 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 + 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 🩷✨ The cover for 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 book one in the NEW SERIES ✨𝐃yl𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬✨ by @elizabethdearwrites ❕ 🩷𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒖𝒑 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆: https://bit.ly/3sTQ1E8 . ✨𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆: mybook.to/Dylan1 . 🩷𝑨𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔: https://bit.ly/3TwaMAF . 💖 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩 💖 Packs are pain and bonds are fucking shackles. With the government issuing omega females to Alpha packs like…
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Cordelia was a charming girl, charming and vivacious. Her parents often mistook that for wild, but only because she had never firt into their conventional way of living. As if she was going to spend the best years of her life locked up in a campus reading about law and things that she did not care about. No, sir, not her. Cordelia wanted to travel. She wanted to write and sing and take as many photographs as she could.
She was currently living in New York City. Cordelia set foot in the big apple a couple of months ago and, after a long time of traveling, she found herself at home. Her family owned a nice flat on the Upper East Side, which was very convenient since the MET was her favorite spot on the city. But tonight she was in some random bar in downtown. It was one of her friend's barchelorette's party and they were partying. She even got herself a nice tiara and everything. The best part was that she was not drunk, not one bit. She had been the one to organize it, so she had to remain sober. Fortunately, Cordelia didn't need alcohol to have fun.
They were going bar hopping and in one of those bars she saw him. She had been singing up in the stage when she spotted him. She had never seen eyes like his, they were so blue, they looked like sapphires and now Cordelia wanted to make a portrait of him. Something black and white maybe, or not... it didn't matter, now was not the time. Now she had to leave the bar, which was really unfair since she hadn't even got the chance to talk to him. So she took a napkin, a pen and scribbled down her name, her number and, because she was feeling particularly daring, she pressed a kiss on the white paper, leaving the bright red mark of her lips on it. Carefully folding the napkin, Cordelia approached to his table and placed it right in front of him. She placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze while flashing a small but radiant smile. "Call me" she mouthed before one of her friends dragged her out of the pub.
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Dylan and Celeste - Outdoors
No matter how still the air could be inside the manor, there was always a breeze blowing through the garden whenever Celeste felt the need to venture into the outdoors. She hated being escorted by a member of the staff, but looking out the windows, she couldn't resist a day like today. The sky was blue and the sun was shining - although she wasn't one to tan and she had to take extra care of her pale skin, the sun's rays on her skin warmed more than just her body. With the past few weeks of depression and sadness after being brought back to the manor, she was beginning to feel like her old self again. Celeste knew she could never be the person she was before she was locked away, but she was beginning to feel like a human again.
Stepping out ahead in front of her staff escort, she smiled and tipped her face up toward the sun. She pulled off her sweater and dropped it on the ground where she stood. The leaves on the trees rustled in the wind, and her eyes spotted a bright yellow flower in one of the trees ahead of her. Approaching the base of the tree, she reached for the flower, but couldn't quite get all 5'3" of her to stretch to it's height in the tree.
She heard footsteps coming toward her from behind but she didn't bother to look, she was far more concerned with the task at hand.
#dylan#dylan1#can't wait to rp with you!#ive been looking for a gif for the past twenty minutes#julianne doesnt play enough happy characters oops#she's crying in 89% of these gifs
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I'll Do You If You Do Me || Kieran and Dylan
Kieran had had a sucky evening, one that he had had to take drugs to get for, so he'd woken up pretty late and groggy, no one else home since Bianca was off at school. He'd taken a shower and then sit on his bed in just his towel, checking his blog just to see Dylan had eventually replied to his talking about having sex and drugs with him, so he'd replied, and soon enough he was getting Dylan's address. Licking his lips, he pushed himself off the bed, going to his dresser and throwing on some tight gray skinny jeans and a clean tank top, throwing a hoodie over it and shoving his feet into shoes.
He left the apartment and decided to just walk to Dylan's, so he could smoke, stop by somewhere for a coffee, then making it to his place, tossing the cup in a trash, hoping Dylan didn't mind the smell of coffee and cigarettes much. Running a hand through his shoulder length hair, his hand remained raised so he could knock on the apartment door, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
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