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alywats · 4 years ago

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All The Books I Read In 2020

Here she is! The full list of books I read in 2020. My goal was to read 52 books again this year, but once lockdown started I upped it to 100, and I ultimately surpassed even that goal!! I think reading is so important for my personal growth and mental health, so the last two years I have made reading a big priority in my life, and it is the best choice I could have made. This year especially, I found reading to be such a comfort and such a great tool for keeping the quarantine blues at bay. Here’s to all the books I read in 2020, and all the books I will read in 2021!

132 books, 44,531 pages, and a refreshed passion for learning and growth:

The Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseini (372 pgs) 4.5

A Discovery of Witches- Deborah Harkness (579 pgs) 2.75

The Call of the Wild and Selected Stories- Jack London (176 pgs) 4

I Wear The Black Hat -Chuck Klosterman (225 pgs) 3.75

Digital Fortress- Dan Brown (430 pgs) 3.75

Night Boat to Tangier- Kevin Barry (224 pgs) 2

The Chemist- Stephanie Meyer (518 pgs) 3

Find Me- Andre Aciman (272 pgs) 3.5

A Walk In The Woods- Bill Bryson (394 pgs) 4.5

Invisible Monsters- Chuck Palahniuk (304 pgs) 2.5

Underland, A Deep Time Journey- Robert MacFarlane (496 pgs) 3.25

The Dutch House -Ann Patchett (337 pgs) 5

Notes From a Small Island -Bill Bryson (324 pgs) 3.75

Home Work -Julie Andrews (560 pgs) 3.5

100 Essential Things You Didn’t Know About Maths and The Arts- John D. Barrow (320 pgs) 2.25

On the Road -Jack Kerouac (307 pgs) 3.5

Train Dreams -Denis Johnson (116 pgs) 4.25

2001: A Space Odyssey -Arthur C. Clarke (297 pgs) 4.75

Educated: A Memoir -Tara Westover (334 pgs) 5

Carrie -Stephen King (253 pgs) 3.5

Dig. -A.S. King (394 pgs) 4

salt slow -Julia Armfield (208 pgs) 3

Don’t Call Us Dead -Danez Smith (96 pgs) 5

Convenience Store Woman -Sayaka Murata (163 pgs) 3.25

The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: A Memoir -Bill Bryson (288 pgs) 3.75

Who Moved My Cheese? -Spencer Johnson (96 pgs) 3.5

The Truth About Keeping Secrets -Savannah Brown (336 pgs) 4

All-American Poem -Matthew Dickman (85 pgs) 3.5

2010: Odyssey Two -Arthur C. Clarke (320 pgs) 4

Behind Her Eyes -Sarah Pinborough (307 pgs) 3

The Stand -Stephen King (1440 pgs) 4

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous- Ocean Vuong (246 pgs) 4.5

Homie: Poems -Danez Smith (96 pgs) 4

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet -Becky Chambers (516 pgs) 3.5

The Silent Patient -Alex Michealide (325 pgs) 3.75

Talking As Fast As I Can -Lauren Graham (205 pgs) 3.5

Gregor the Overlander -Suzanne Collins (326 pgs) 1.5

The Transmigration of Bodies -Yuri Herrera (112 pgs) 2.5

The Deep -Rivers Solomon (166 pgs) 4

The Last Man -Mary Shelley (478 pgs) 3

Oryx and Crake -Margaret Atwood (389 pgs) 4.25

One Summer: America, 1927 -Bill Bryson (456 pgs) 3.5

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe -Benjamin Alire Sáenz (359 pgs) 3

The Climb: Tragic Ambitions on Everest -Anatoli Boukreev (297 pgs) 3.75

2061: Odyssey Three -Arthur C. Clarke (302 pgs) 3

Where I Belong -Alan Doyle (315 pgs) 4

Humble Pi: When Math Goes Wrong in the Real World -Matt Parker (314 pgs) 4

Normal People -Sally Rooney (304 pgs) 4

Dinosaur Tales -Ray Bradbury (144 pgs) 3

Someday, Someday, Maybe -Lauren Graham (340 pgs) 3.25

The Power -Naomi Alderman (341 pgs) 4.25

Deception Point -Dan Brown (558 pgs) 2.5

3001: The Final Odyssey -Arthur C. Clarke (272 pgs) 3.75

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes -Suzanne Collins (540 pgs) 3.5

The Vegetarian-Han Kang (188 pgs) 3

The Map of Salt and Stars -Zeyn Joukhadar (368 pgs) 4.5

One Man’s Wilderness: An Alaskan Odyssey -Sam Keith (224 pgs) 4

11/22/63 -Stephen King (849 pgs) 4.5

The Ballad of Black Tom -Victor LaValle (149 pgs) 3.5

Girl With A Pearl Earring -Tracy Chevalier (233 pgs) 4

The Year of the Flood -Margaret Atwood (431 pgs) 3.5

In A Sunburned Country -Bill Bryson (335 pgs) 3

Disappearing Earth -Julia Phillips (312 pgs) 2.5

The Hidden Life of Trees -Peter Wohlleben (288 pgs) 3.5

The People in the Trees -Hanya Yanagihara (368 pgs) 4

Shadow of Night -Deborah Harkness (584 pgs) 3

High Fidelity -Nick Hornby (340 pgs) 3.5

If It Bleeds -Stephen King (528 pgs) 3.5

Sharp Objects -Gillian Flynn (254 pgs) 4

A Newfoundlander in Canada -Alan Doyle (244 pgs) 4

The Water Dancer -Ta-Nehisi Coates (406 pgs) 4

The Fellowship of the Ring -J.R.R. Tolkien (398 pgs) 5

The Bluest Eye -Toni Morrison (216 pgs) 4

Into the Wild -Jon Krakauer (207 pgs) 4

Fahrenheit 451 -Ray Bradbury (194 pgs) 4

Burial Rites -Hannah Kent (336 pgs) 4.5

The Poet X -Elizabeth Acevedo (368 pgs) 5

The End of October -Lawrence Wright (400 pgs) 1.5

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine -Gail Honeyman (336 pgs) 3.5

Survivor -Chuck Palahniuk (304 pgs) 3.5

Every Song Ever -Ben Ratliff (272 pgs) 2

A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor -Hank Green (452 pgs) 4

The Time Traveler's Wife -Audrey Niffenegger (540 pgs) 3.5

The Body: A Guide for Occupants -Bill Bryson (450 pgs) 3

Mr. Mercedes -Stephen King (437 pgs) 3.5

Girl, Woman, Other -Bernardine Evaristo (453 pgs) 4.5

Midnight Sun -Stephenie Meyer (662 pgs) 2

The Maltese Falcon -Dashiell Hammett (213 pgs) 3

The Hunting Party -Lucy Foley (406 pgs) 4

The Hating Game -Sally Thorne (387 pgs) 2.5

My Year of Rest and Relaxation -Ottessa Moshfegh (304 pgs) 4

Real Life -Brandon Taylor (329 pgs) 4

My Sister the Serial Killer -Oyinkan Braithwaite (226 pgs) 4

The Answer Is...: Reflections on My Life -Alex Trebek (304 pgs) 3

Eileen -Ottessa Moshfegh (272 pgs) 3

Answering Back -Carol Ann Duffy (144 pgs) 4

Then She Was Gone -Lisa Jewell (359 pgs) 3.5

Death In Her Hands -Ottessa Moshfegh (259 pgs) 3.5

This Is How You Lose The Time War -Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (209 pgs) 4

The Goldfinch -Donna Tartt (771 pgs) 4.5

Shutter Island -Dennis Lehane (369 pgs) 3.5

The Devil All The Time -Donald Ray Pollock (261 pgs) 4

I'm Thinking of Ending Things -Iain Reid (241 pgs) 2

Bunny -Mona Awad (307 pgs) 3

The Snowman -Jo Nesbø (516 pgs) 2.5

Something Wicked This Way Comes -Ray Bradbury (293 pgs) 3

Pretty Little Liars -Sara Shepard (286 pgs) 1

Psycho -Robert Bloch (208 pgs) 3.5

Along Came a Spider -James Patterson (449 pgs) 3

American Psycho -Brett Easton Ellis (399 pgs) 4

Night Sky With Exit Wounds -Ocean Vuong (89 pgs) 4

Arctic Dreams -Barry Lopez (496 pgs) 4

Four Colors Suffice -Robin Wilson (280 pgs) 4.5

My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry -Fredrik Backman (372 pgs) 3

Such A Fun Age -Kiley Reid (320 pgs) 4

In The Dream House -Carmen Maria Machado (251 pgs) 4.5

Beach Read -Emily Henry (361 pgs) 3.5

The Queen's Gambit -Walter Tevis (243 pgs) 3.5

The Book of Life -Deborah Harkness (561 pgs) 2.5

Atomic Habits -James Clear (319 pgs) 2.5

Heart Berries -Terese Marie Mailhot (143 pgs) 3

The Kiss Quotient -Helen Hoang (323 pgs) 3

Around The World In 80 Days -Jules Verne (252 pgs) 3

Dolores Claiborne -Stephen King (384 pgs) 4.5

Flatland -Edwin Abbott (96 pgs) 3.5

The Impossible Girl -Lydia Kang (364 pgs) 2.5

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through The looking Glass -Lewis Carroll (239 pgs) 3.5

Kiss The Girls -James Patterson (481 pgs) 2

The Bride Test -Helen Hoang (296 pgs) 2.5

In A Holidaze -Christina Lauren (307 pgs) 3.5

‘Twas The Knife Before Christmas -Jacqueline Frost (309 pgs) 2.5

The Great Alone -Kristin Hannah (435 pgs) 4

#booklr #all the books of 2020 #2020 reads #2020 wrap up #books #reads #reading

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morganamysticblog · 4 years ago

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The Royal Romance - The Anniversary - Part 3

Liam awoke early from a restless sleep. He had replayed last night’s conversation over and over in his head. Heather was right, he was becoming his father. He tried to think back to the very beginning, remind himself how things were when they were madly in love. The thoughts and images came flooding back. He remembered when he couldn’t stand to be away from her even for a minute. How he couldn’t take his eyes off her. How his heart jumped every time he saw her. She was his every waking thought, every dream, every fantasy. It wasn’t just love he felt for her back then, she consumed him. His whole reason for being was her. That intensity, that level of love is what he had to get back somehow.

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Heather woke up and got dressed. She walked down the hall to Eleanor’s room to wake her up for her breakfast and morning lessons.

HEATHER – Good morning my sweetheart.

ELEANOR – Morning mommy.

HEATHER – It’s time to wake up.

ELEANOR – I’m still sleepy.

HEATHER – I know you are, but it’s time to get up.

ELEANOR – But why?

HEATHER – It’s breakfast time. Then you have your morning lessons. I believe you have reading with Mrs. Fitz today.

ELEANOR – Ok. I guess.

Heather helps Eleanor get dressed then they head downstairs to breakfast. Liam is sitting at the table sipping some coffee and reading a newspaper.

ELEANOR – Good morning daddy!

LIAM – Good morning Ellie. Did you sleep well?

ELEANOR – Oh yes. It was all cupcakes and rainbows. How about you daddy?

LIAM – It was ok. Heather, did you sleep well dear?

HEATHER – Uh, yeah.

LIAM – So what are you plans for today Ellie?

ELEANOR – I have reading lessons today. But can we play later daddy?

LIAM – Of course. What about you, Heather? Any plans for today?

HEATHER – I may go in to town for a bit this morning. I haven’t decided yet.

LIAM – Would you like some company?

HEATHER – I’ll be fine. Thank you. If you’ll both excuse me.

Heather gets up from the table leaving Eleanor and Liam together. She heads back up to her room and calls Drake.

DRAKE – Hey Heather.

HEATHER – Hey Drake. Um…are you busy today?

DRAKE – No. I have the day off actually. What’s up?

HEATHER – Can I come over for a little while?

DRAKE – Of course. You do understand you’re killing my Super Mario Bros. time, but I guess I can put it down for a little bit for you.

HEATHER – Thanks. I’ll be there soon.

DRAKE – Ok. See you soon.

Heather goes back downstairs and asks one of the house staff to bring a car around for her. Liam comes out of the dining room as the servant walks away.

LIAM – I’m sorry about last night. I really did not mean to start an argument.

HEATHER – I know you didn’t. I know you had good intentions. I just think you don’t think these things through all the way.

LIAM – I got excited about the possibility of being able to step back and just be with you. And I didn’t think it through, you’re right. I will come up with something, I promise.

HEATHER – Ok.

SERVANT – Your majesty, your car is ready.

HEATHER – Thank you. Liam, I’ll be back later.

LIAM – I will be here.

Heather leaves and drives to Drake’s apartment.

Drake opens the door for Heather when she arrives. She plops down on the couch.

DRAKE – Rough morning?

HEATHER – The morning has been ok…last night was a whole different story. I can’t take this anymore Drake. I have to get out of here.

DRAKE – So, where do you want to go?

HEATHER – Drake, can I ask you something?

DRAKE – Anything.

HEATHER – Have you ever wondered about me? I mean like my past. Where I grew up, my parents, things like that?

DRAKE – Maybe a little. I just never really thought to ask, I guess. Why?

HEATHER – If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out or think of me differently?

DRAKE – Uh, ok. Sure.

HEATHER – The times you were in Texas, have you ever heard of a place called North Fork Ranch?

DRAKE – Yeah, I think my mom mentioned it a couple times.

HEATHER – And have you ever heard of Riley Oil?

DRAKE – Vaguely. Why the sudden interest in Texas?

HEATHER – Because that’s where I’m from. Texas.

DRAKE – I thought you were from New York.

HEATHER – I moved to New York when I was 17, my junior year in high school. After…after my parents died.

DRAKE – So you had family there?

HEATHER – No. I just moved. I had to get away and New York always seemed so cool and exciting, so I found a good private school, and I moved.

DRAKE – Ok. I’m still not quite understanding.

HEATHER – Drake, what is my name?

DRAKE – Heather.

HEATHER – My full name?

DRAKE – Heather Riley.

HEATHER – Uh huh…

DRAKE – Riley…Riley Oil…you’re Heather Riley. Oh my God. You’re Riley Oil.

HEATHER – Yeah.

Drake just stares at her for a long moment. Looking at her like he’s seeing her for the first time.

HEATHER – Drake, say something.

DRAKE – I just…wow. Why didn’t you say something sooner?

HEATHER – Everyone was so content with me just being Heather, the broke waitress from New York. So, I went with it. Well, that was me, but not all at the same time.

DRAKE – This explains so much. How you were able to afford all those gowns and events, how you knew exactly what to do and say around the nobles. You’re like American royalty.

HEATHER – Basically. At least in Dallas I was.

DRAKE – Wow. Just…wow.

HEATHER – I’m guessing this changes how you see me now, huh?

DRAKE – Actually…no. I mean, you’re still the same person you were a few minutes ago. Just with a whole lot more money. Holy crap, you’re just as rich as Liam. I mean Riley Oil is worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

HEATHER – Yeah.

DRAKE – Wow. But you’re still so…normal.

HEATHER – Well, I was away from all that for 10 years before I moved here.

DRAKE – True. Huh. Thanks for telling me. Why the sudden interest to share your past?

HEATHER – I’ve been thinking a lot the past few days about going back. Back to Texas. Back to the ranch.

DRAKE – Ah. Does Liam know?

HEATHER – About me leaving or about my past?

DRAKE – Both?

HEATHER – He knows I want to go somewhere, but he doesn’t know where. And you are the only one here I have told about anything from my past. Daniel is the only other person who knows everything.

DRAKE – Oh wow. You trust me that much?

HEATHER – Of course. After everything we’ve been through, honestly I should have told you sooner.

DRAKE – Huh. So, when are you leaving?

HEATHER – I don’t know yet. Soon. Like maybe in the next couple days. I don’t want to use the royal jet because then Liam will be able to track where I went. And it’s not like I can drive there.

DRAKE – True.

HEATHER – I may call the company and see if I can borrow the corporate jet for a couple days.

DRAKE – Well, keep me posted. I can go with if you want.

HEATHER – That would be great, but I think for now I just need to be on my own. Well, just me and Ellie.

DRAKE – I understand.

HEATHER – So…ready to get your butt kicked on some Super Mario Bros.?

DRAKE – Oh…bring it on!!

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Liam paced the floor in the grand ballroom thinking. Last night’s effort to prove himself to Heather was a complete failure. He needed to do something to show her how much she truly meant to him. Then inspiration hit him. He called for a servant.

SERVANT – Yes, your majesty?

LIAM – I want to plan a surprise for the queen. I’ll need a cake just like the one we had at our wedding. Chocolate mocha with buttercream frosting, designed exactly the way we had our cake.

SERVANT – Of course, sir. When would you like it?

LIAM – As soon as they can get it here. I’ll also need all the peach roses you can get and have them set up here in the ballroom.

SERVANT – Of course. I’ll call the florist right away.

LIAM – And, Heather’s dress she wore at the reception. Could you get that and have it in her room ready for her to wear?

SERVANT – Definitely. I know exactly where it is, sir.

LIAM – And two bottles of our wine that we had at the wedding, chilled with two glasses.

SERVANT – Is there anything else, sir?

LIAM – Music. We’ll need music. And possibly something to eat. I’ve got it…a simple pasta with red sauce for two.

SERVANT – I will start making the preparations right away. When would you like everything set up, sir?

LIAM – As soon as possible. I don’t know how long Heather will be gone and I’d like to have it all ready when she returns.

SERVANT – We’ll have it ready your majesty.

LIAM – Thank you.

Liam clasps his hands behind his back, a small satisfied smile on his face. Recreating their wedding reception, but just for the two of them. Without the kidnapping and threat of imminent death, of course. And the meal they shared together at the Beaumont estate as their first date.

LIAM – Oh…Heather’s sword. We’ll need that as well to cut the cake. If I’m doing this, I may as well go all the way.

About an hour later delivery trucks begin arriving at the palace. Workers bring in vases upon vases of peach roses and line them along the walls of the ballroom. The baker delivers a perfect replica of their wedding cake and sets it up on a table along one side. Liam places Heather’s sword in front of the cakes. Heather’s dress is laying on their bed waiting. The music is ready. Liam has the remote in his pocket. A cook from the kitchen finds Liam pacing in the ballroom.

COOK – The items you requested for the meal are ready your majesty. I can have everything ready in about 15 minutes when you tell us you’re ready.

LIAM – Excellent. Thank you.

Everything was coming together nicely. Now he needed to change. Digging through the closet in the bedroom he found the white formal suit he wore for their wedding and put it on. He headed back down to the ballroom. The servants were finishing setting up. One small table was set up with two chairs. Two taper candles and a small bouquet of peach roses sat on the table. The swirling colored lights glowed and swayed across the dance floor.

SERVANT – Is there anything else you require your majesty?

LIAM – When the queen arrives, could you please make sure she goes straight up to the bedroom and changes into her dress? Then have someone escort her here.

SERVANT – Of course sir.

Liam looked at his watch. It was almost noon. He didn’t want to rush her if she was busy, but he was also getting anxious to show her his surprise. He decided to send her a message to check on her.

TEXT TO HEATHER – My darling, will you be much longer? I wondered if we could have lunch together.

Then…he waited.

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DRAKE – Seriously? What is that 10 times you’ve kicked my butt? Ok…I give up. You are the Mario Bros. master.

HEATHER – I told you I was good at this. Not my fault you didn’t believe me.

DRAKE – And here I thought I was your friend, not your whipping boy.

HEATHER – Ha ha ha ha ha. Only when it comes to Mario Bros. How’s that?

DRAKE – Fine. You getting hungry?

(Heather’s phone buzzes.)

HEATHER – Yeah, actually. Ugh...hang on a sec.

Heather checks her phone and reads the message from Liam.

HEATHER – Rain check on lunch? Liam wants to have lunch together.

DRAKE – Sure. Still giving him a chance, huh?

HEATHER – I told him I’d give him 24 hours. He has 3 left. Might as well go with it.

DRAKE – Alright. Talk to you later.

Heather leaves Drake’s apartment and drives back to the palace. She parks the car in front and gets out heading to the door. A servant opens the door for her before she can reach the handle.

SERVANT – Welcome home your majesty. If you would follow me, please.

HEATHER – Um, ok.

The servant leads Heather up to the bedroom.

SERVANT – The king requested you wear the dress laid out for you. When you’re ready I will escort you to the ballroom.

HEATHER – The ballroom? Is there some spontaneous ball I wasn’t informed about?

SERVANT – No ma’am. Just let me know when you’re ready.

HEATHER – Uh, ok.

Heather closes the door to the bedroom and sees her reception dress laying on the bed.

HEATHER – What the heck is going on? Why does he want me to wear this? Hopefully it still fits.

Heather changes into the white sparkling dress. It fit perfectly. She finds some white shoes in the closet and puts those on. She touches up her makeup and fixes her hair a little more formally. Then she opens the door where the servant is waiting for her.

SERVANT – Right this way ma’am.

The servant leads Heather to the doors of the ballroom. She knocks, then leaves Heather alone in front of the large double doors.

Liam opens the door. When he sees Heather standing there in her dress, he almost faints.

LIAM – You look absolutely breathtaking my love.

Heather notices Liam is wearing his formal suit from their wedding. He looks gorgeous…to the point she’s speechless.

Liam takes her hand and leads her into the ballroom. As she scans the room, candles and roses line the walls, a small table for two sits in the center of what would normally be the large seating area. Everything looks amazing.

HEATHER – What is all this?

LIAM – I wanted to surprise you. Happy Anniversary my darling. I know it’s a little late, and I am so very sorry for that.

HEATHER – Liam, this is beautiful. Is that our wedding cake?

LIAM – Yes. I tried to recreate everything. Well, the good parts. I guarantee there will be no kidnapping and no assassination attempts. Only you and me, together.

Liam leads Heather to the table and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. He sits down I the chair opposite her and the cook brings out the two dishes of simple pasta.

HEATHER – This looks like the dinner we had at the Beaumont estate. Our first date you called it.

LIAM – Exactly. I wanted everything to be perfect, just like you.

HEATHER – Liam, this…this is absolutely amazing. I…I don’t know what to even say.

LIAM – You don’t have to say anything. As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters.

When they finish eating, Liam stands and extends his hand to Heather. She takes it and he leads her to the dance floor. He pushes the play button on the remote in his pocket.

LIAM – May I have this dance? (Bryan Adams – Everything I Do begins playing)

HEATHER – I would love to.

Liam holds Heather in his arms as they sway to the music. Holding her so close, he actually begins to feel a little nervous and shakes a little.

HEATHER – Are you ok? You’re shaking.

LIAM – I’m fine. Just a little nervous actually.

HEATHER – Why are you nervous?

LIAM – I haven’t been this close to you in quite a while. Which is my own fault, I know. I just forgot how good it feels to hold you like this. I feel like I did the first time I saw you all those years ago in New York. You took my breath away then, and you still do now.

HEATHER – Liam…

As the song begins to fade they pull apart just a bit. Liam stares down into Heather’s eyes. A soft, sweet smile on his face as he soaks in every feature of her face.

LIAM – You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I promise you here and now that I will never take you for granted again. I love you, Heather.

HEATHER – I love you too.

Liam cups his hand on the side of Heather’s cheek pulling her mouth up to him. He kisses her gently, closing his eyes and floating with the touch of her lips against his. His had sliding to the back of her neck, the other around her waist, holding her close, feeling her heart beat against his chest. Heather wraps her arms around Liam as the kiss turns more and more passionate and heated. She begins to grab and bunch up the back of his jacket with her fingers as their tongues touch and swirl together. She lets out a soft moan. After what seems like forever and mere seconds, they part, staring at each other.

HEATHER – There you are.

LIAM – Here I am. And I’m not going anywhere. At least not anywhere without you right by my side, always.

HEATHER – I missed this. I almost forgot how hot you are. And how good it feels to be in your arms and kiss you like that.

LIAM – Me too.

Liam gives Heather a small seductive smirk, then kisses her again, sliding his hands down her back to her hips.

Heather begins to melt into Liam. His kiss reminded her of their first kiss that day in Paris. Heat and desire emanating from him. Her legs began to go weak. The room disappeared around her. The only thing grounding her were his lips and tongue against hers. She hadn’t felt this much intensity, this much desire, this much pure need in a long time. With great hesitation, she pulls away from him, staring deeply into his sparkling brown eyes.

HEATHER – Upstairs…Now.

LIAM – I was hoping you would say that.

Liam grabs Heather’s hand as they leave the ballroom and head upstairs to their bedroom. A servant sees them and begins to say something. Heather holds up a hand to silence the servant as they make their way up the stairs.

Once inside the room, the door is barely closed before Liam practically jumps at Heather, kissing her with such heat, passion and desire that she is nearly knocked over. Their lips parted, tongues intertwined, caressing each other. They each begin working the fastenings of each other’s clothes without breaking the kiss. Touching and rubbing each other’s newly exposed bare skin.

When their clothes have finally been removed and thrown all over the room, Liam holds Heather tightly in his arms, sliding his hands gently down her body from her shoulders, down her back, to her hips and buttocks. A small moan of pleasure escapes him.

Heather slides her hands down the front of Liam, his shoulders, his strong muscular chest, and down further.

LIAM – Oh my God I want you.

HEATHER – Then come have me.

With her hand slowing rubbing and gliding up and down Liam’s hardness, she leads him to the bed. Kissing and running their hands all over each other, he lays her down, then starts kissing her entire body starting with her feet, up her calves, her thighs, then up in between. She arches her back, leaning up into him. The feel of his tongue and lips against her fuels the passion within her even more. She closes her eyes only to see fireworks start going off behind her eyelids. Just as the pleasure is about to overwhelm her, he slides up the rest of her body and slides himself inside of her.

The comfort of feeling him inside her again almost puts her over the edge instantly. Heather wraps her legs around Liam’s waist and he begins rocking his hips against her. They begin moving together as if molded to fit perfectly. The intensity of passion and desire coming together with each thrust. After several minutes Liam quickens his pace readying himself for the release of pure pleasure. Heather joins him and they both let out moans of ecstasy.

Liam slowly lays down beside Heather, holding her close in his arms, her head on his chest. He takes deep breaths breathing in the sweet sensual smell of her. After a few minutes, Heather bolts up in bed.

HEATHER – There was cake downstairs.

LIAM – Yes, there is cake downstairs.

HEATHER – Let’s spring Ellie early from her lessons and have cake.

LIAM – That sounds wonderful.

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youeggbastard · 4 years ago

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So I’ve never been tagged in any of these but I’ve always wanted to do it so I’m taking initiative and doing it my damn self!

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fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall.normal height. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples.

[ WEAPONS ]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. jade.

[ NATURE ]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. halla.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. honey.

[ HOBBIES ]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. wood carving. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. freerunning. exploring. partying. yoga.

[ STYLE ]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. sport underwear.

[ MISC ]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. potty mouth. recklessness. practicality. hope.

I’m tagging anyone who like me has never been tagged but still wants the excuse to do it!

#egg tries to draw #my art #my oc #Oc: Eleanor #ldb #my dragonborn #skyrim #tes #skyrim oc #Whenever I draw Ellie I always get that song strawberry Blonde stuck in my head

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ninja-muse · 4 years ago

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Anticipated 2020 Releases

Further to that post I just reblogged about upcoming 2020 releases, here are the books I want get to (not that I’m going to get to them all this year but hey).

Killer Kung Pao, Vivien Chien

Hench, Natalie Zina Walschots

Pirate Stew, Neil Gaiman

Ace, Angela Chen

The Trials of Koli, M.R. Carey

Travels to the Otherworld and Other Fantastic Realms, Claude Lecouteux

The Nobleman’s Guide to Scandals and Shipwrecks, Mackenzi Lee

Serpentine, Philip Pullman

How to Be Ace, Rebecca Burgess

The Time-Travelling Caveman, Terry Pratchett

The Dark Archive, Genevieve Cogman

The Middle Ages: a Graphic History, Eleanor Jalega

Over the Woodward Wall, A. Deborah Baker

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, V.E. Schwab

A Deadly Education, Naomi Novik

Moonstruck, Vol. 3, Grace Ellis

Black Sun, Rebecca Roanhorse

Rivers of London, Vol. 8, Ben Aaronovitch

The Somebody People, Bob Proehl

A Killing Frost, Seanan McGuire

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London, Garth Nix

What are you guys looking forward to?

Edit, Sept. 27: crossed off the ones I’ve finished!

#booklr #the tbr list of doom #*sobs in bookworm*#upcoming releases

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zertheahq · 4 years ago

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would you accept b99/lucifer apps? also mwf?

✦⁂⁎✯ yes, we would absolutely accept apps for b99 and lucifer apps!!

As for our mwf here’s a good list of characters we’d like to see! Max, Victoria, Kate - Life is Strange, Chloe, Kara, North - Detroit Become Human, Ellie, Abby, Dina - Last of Us, Beth, Hannah, Sam, Emily, Jessica, Ashley - Until Dawn, Robin, Eleven, Max, Nancy, Kali - Stranger Things, Bella, Alice, Rosalie, Esme, Leah, Emily, Jane, Victoria - Twilight, Alison, Kate, Kira, Lydia, Malia - Teen Wolf, Blair, Serena, Lenny, Georgina, Vanessa, Lily, Eleanor, Ivy, Lola - Gossip Girl, Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Janice, Carol, Susan, Ursula - Friends, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Katherine, Amara, Lexi, Rebekah, Freya, Davina, Keelin, Hope, Penelope, Josie, Lizzie - TVDverse, Mary, Jody, Donna, Claire, Eileen, Rowena, Jo, Meg, Ruby, Charlie, Bela, Lilith - Supernatural, Hermione, Pansy, Ginny, Luna, Molly, Lily Evans, Lily Potter, Nymphadora, Rose Weasley, Fleur, Cho, Narcissa - Harry Potter, Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane, Jean Grey, Rogue, Black Widow, Gamora, Storm, Emma Frost, X-23, Elektra, Kitty Pryde, Psylocke, Daisy Johnson, Mantis, Nebula, Jubilee, Mystique, Mary Jane Watson, Gertrude Yorkes, Stepford Cuckoos - Marvel, Wonder Woman, Cat Woman, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Dinah Lance, Starfire, Barbara Gordon, Zatanna, Supergirl, Iris West, Killer Frost, Mera, Batwoman, Lois Lane, Raven, Talia Al Ghul, Huntress, Stargirl, Enchantress - DC.

#mw.#Anonymous #multifandom rp #fandom rp #marvel rp #tvd rp #appless rp

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pixeldolly · 3 years ago

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Walden BACC #511

The day of Louis’s birthday party had arrived, and the entire Shepard-Calhoun clan was there, with the exception of Fiona (who didn’t want to go, much to everyone’s disappointment) and Rowan, who decided to stay home with her sister.

Abby: “It’s so good to see you, sweetheart!”

Eleanor: “Good to see you too, Mom.”

Abby: “Ellie dear, aren’t you cold? Your jeans are torn and that shirt barely covers your navel...this is Walden, remember? We actually get frost up here.”

Eleanor: “Mom, please.”

Abby: “Okay, okay, I get the message - don’t be an unhip, nagging parent.”

Eleanor: *snort*

Abby: “There’s your brother now!”

Eleanor: “Happy birthday, short stuff!”

Louis: “I’m not short, I just haven’t hit my growth spurt yet! And they say dancers should be small and light anyway!”

Eleanor: “Is that so? You want to be a dancer?”

Louis: “Maybe! Here, lemme show you, I’ve been practising this one!”

Meanwhile, Imogen couldn’t help but notice how good her sister-in-law looked. Abby’s new hairstyle made her look more distinguished somehow, and damn, the woman still had the figure of a 20 year old! How did she do it?!

Julius had similar thoughts of his own.

Meanwhile, Eli’s roving eye caught sight of Julius, who had a bit of silver in his hair these days but that just enhanced his whole “old fashioned gentleman” appeal.

🤦‍♀️

D I S A S T E R S

Stuff like this reminds me how much worse the drama could get if these feelings weren’t one-sided...

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #sims2 #ts2 #sims 2 bacc #bacc: walden #julius merridew #eli calhoun #imogen calhoun #abby shepard #eleanor calhoun #louis calhoun #jacob merridew

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raisinbran79 · 4 years ago

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((( Please give feedback!! I'm a sad writer))))

The day came late for Jack Brown. The afternoon sunlight shot through his broken blinds pulling him from a restless slumber. Sometimes before he opens his eyes, he’ll forget where he is. He’ll forget his dread of embracing the day.

Jack opens his eyes and in a haze looks towards his smartphone. His skeletal fingers were shaking and the camera app on his phone flashed a reflection at him. Jack brown could be mistaken for a corpse if it wasn’t for the bright, ice blue of his eyes. He cringed at his reflection and went to check the time.

Sitting up in his single bed, his lungs felt full. He pushes out a strangled cough. Jack wiped his face and saw the black sludge that had leaked out of his lungs. Jack felt a lump in his stomach whenever he thought about his grandmother dying of lung cancer. even though his grandmother had passed from lung cancer when he was 21, hence the reason he is now the sole resident of her rent-controlled apartment. Jack remembered the day he had found her in the kitchen slumped over a bowl of cheerios with her oxygen tank screaming for more air, as her lungs probably did.

Jack looks around her apartment: It was a small place stacked with his grandmother's old paperba and erotica novels, her moth-eaten old furniture, and pictures of her friends and family that he had never met. Evidence of a long and happy life should have been a comfort to Jack. He wanted to erase all the evidence of her. Make this his real home, yet he couldn’t bear to do it. These photographs lined every wall, even in the bedroom. He felt like a stranger here, like he didn’t belong. Like everywhere else, even in his own home, he had strangers staring at him. The constant loneliness of a million eyes glaring was now the only comfort he held inside of himself.

Jack pulled himself out of bed, groaning with each pop in his bones. He picked up his uniform from the floor, A grey pinstripe button-up with SECURITY detailed on the front pocket and black slacks. In the pocket were a crushed pack of cigarettes and his father's red pocket knife, a reminder of the man he would never be. Beside him on the nightside table was a photo of Jack and his father. When his father was younger you could’ve sworn he was a movie star. Long blonde hair, and not even one crooked tooth. Jack pushed a hand through his dusty blond hair and ran his tongue over his yellowing teeth. He cleared his throat again and placed a cigarette in his mouth. One of his darker fantasies involved him waking up one morning and coughing so hard bits of his lung would spill out of his mouth, at least he wouldn’t have to go to work.

Jack made his way to the kitchen and opened up his fridge. The only thing cast in the fluorescent light was a dilapidated birthday cake. It had been Jack's birthday less than a week ago. Some of his coworkers had got together and purchased it for him. It was a vanilla cake ( he hated vannile) with pink icing. On the top of the cake, in red swirly lettering was “ Happy Birthday Jake!” The mistake did not bother Jack, the subject of birthday cake had always been a sore spot anyways.

His father Bo Brown, smelled like cheap barley and stale tobacco. A cigar always seemed to be perched in between his index and pointed finger. Jack, had always thought the way his mama, Eleanor Brown, was different and more delicate. As if in between those red painted fingernails she was holding a daisy. It was Jack’s sixth birthday and Eleanor had baked him a vanilla birthday cake with cream cheese frosting. His father, always being one for celebration, was very very drunk. What Jack didn’t understand was that drunkenness was the closest thing to goodness his father was capable of. The alcohol disillusioned his ambitions making him an unpredictable and stupid man.

In the doorway of the kitchen his mother stood with the birthday cake. She was a round woman.

Her eyes were like two round blue and green globes like the one in his classroom, and her cheeks round summer peaches. Jack did not receive his mother’s body type, instead he was cold and angular like his father. Eleanor stood with the cake on a platter and six red candles illuminating her smile in a heavenly halo. Bo sat at the kitchen table tapping his yellowed fingernails on the table and sipping his drink. The ice cubes clinked as he clapped his son on the back and yelled drunkenly

“ Well, Ellie, our sons are finally a man!” he shouted, “ and a man deserves a man’s gift.”

From his work jeans Jack’s father brandished a black box. When he opened it, a tiny red pocket layed there peacefully.

“ Now Bo, don’t you think he’s a little.. Young” his mother laughed sheepishly, her eyes brandishing terror.

“ Now Bo, don’t you think he’s a little young” Bo mocked as pure rage flashed across his face and he flicked open the knife and pointed it towards his wife.

“ Don’t you ever tell a man what to do and what not to do with his son!” he drove the knife down into the table.

The room was so quiet Jack could hear the blood pumping in his father's veins. His father’s face erupted into a tepid smile as he handed Jack the knife

“ I’m only joking Jackie” his father clapped him on the back once again.

Jack was too afraid to cry. However as his mother placed the birthday cake in front of him, he saw tears in her eyes.

“ Happy birthday Jack”

He was too young to feel this old, but even the twenty-minute walk to the bus stop winded him. He passed young millennials with their smartphones and turtlenecks. He didn’t know who he was a part of, 23 is an ever confusing age anyways. If Jack had it his way he’d be seventy already so there would be an excuse to be so miserable.

Jack sat toward the back of the bus as he always did. In front of him was a younger couple. The girl had short bleached hair and was wearing an oversize jean jacket with the words `` Reject society!” painted in bright red. The boy had a shaved head and was wearing a green knit sweater. His large combat boots were sticking in the aisle. As the bus started to roll the girl pulled out a cell phone and a set of headphones. She put one earbud in his ear and one in hers. The boy smiled at her, and she giggled. She set her head on his shoulder and even though Jack couldn’t see her, he knew she was smiling. He felt strange looking at them. As if he was eavesdropping on their little world. Jack was jealous of them. He was jealous he didn’t have someone to rest their head on his shoulder. To hold hands as they walked home together. To smoke cigarettes on his balcony with. Jack wasn’t unattractive. It was that Jack was terrified of people. Isolation, Jack realized, brings a lot of things. Jack thought he would forget how to speak. That his words would shoot up in his throat, and stop just behind his teeth and he`d choke on them. That his tongue would never move again and turn to cement, that`d he'd die struggling for breath. Even if those things happen .. then he wouldn’t mind too much.

The bus slowed to a stop and the young, in-love couple scurried off. Once again as Jack stood up, his bones popped and cracked. He exited the bus, gently apologizing as he bumped into people. They said nothing back.

Most people were exiting the museum as he hurried up the steps. Jack loved how it looked. It was reminiscent of the old homes in the south. Tall white, marble pillars in front of the doors, large glass doors with gold trimming that never chipped. Long flower boxes on each of the windows that always held cigarette butts and grocery store flowers. The building itself held an undeniable glow to anyone that stood in its shadow.

As he entered the building one of the curators, Quinn, gave him a polite smile. Quinn was tall with dark, dark brown hair. For what Jack knew, she was nice and very very smart. Quinn always knew when to speak and she was the best with guided tours. Jack thought maybe he could ask her out for a drink one night. Maybe they'd start talking about art, and the music they liked and what he wanted in ten years. Maybe she would kiss Jack outside of his favourite Chinese restaurant and maybe Jack would meet her parents. If not that, maybe they could just be friends.

Jack didn't have time for all that, if Jack had the right words, maybe.

He set his bags down on the front desk and clocked in at the computer. Jack sat down and stared at the setting sun through the long windows. It was just about time to lock the door. He crossed the large entrance hall, his work boots echoing through the museum. Jack pulled his ring of keys from his belt when all of sudden Quinn was barreling up the stars. Beige high heels in hand. Jack opened up the door as she reached the top.

" Jack!" She shouted, " You're a damn lifesaver!"

" Is everything okay?" He said

" Yes, yes I just forgot my wallet"

Jack let her in, and she pushed past him walking toward the front desk.

" It's my anniversary tonight, and I didn’t want to be without" she chuckled

" Congratulations Quinn" he smiled

" Thank you, thank you. Were going to his favourite Chinese place on the upper side -"

" The Golden Castle?" Jack asked

" Yes! That's the one?" She asked

There was a silent pause as Quinn dug through the drawers at the front desk.

" Is it only you here tonight?" She asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

" Always is"

Quinn lifted her wallet into the air triumphantly. Smiling beautifully.

`` Well, Jack if you get too bored, there's a new exhibit just down the hall..``

She came close to him, too close. Jack tried not to be weird. But He saw her crystalline eyes reflect from the dying sunset and the small scar above her top lip. She had freckles too, hundreds of them dotted all across her face. When she smiled, her top teeth were crooked, it made her face look kind and warm. Jack looked up from her lips.

`` Technically it’s a preservation piece, I haven’t even seen it. But, since you’re all alone” she said “ Maybe you could take a peak and tell me all about it.”

Her body pressed against his as she leaned into his ear

“Just don't let anyone find out, it`ll be our little secret. Okay?”

Jack beamed at her request . He put two fingers to his lips and then into the air.

“I promise, Scouts honour,” Jack said with fake confidence

There it was again, that little laugh, and that gorgeous smile.

“ Have a good night Jack” she moved past him and out the door. She fluttered down the stairs quickly.

“Hey, Quinn!” Jack called after her horsley

“ Yea?!” Quinn called back from down the stairs

“ Try the eggrolls”

Quinn looked up at him, smiled once again and slipped into a taxi. Jack was still smiling when he closed and locked the door. He turned away from the door, and finally his cheeks fell. His face burned from smiling so hard.

“Jesus Jack,” he thought to himself, ``Try the egg rolls?`

The night rolled on as it always does, slow and with no mercy. Jack had his feet up on the front desk and was scrolling through the 10 cameras set up on an old computer monitor. He moved his hand onto the mouse and clicked through the cameras carelessly.

Jack knew that there was no way that anyone could get in or out of this place. His job was merely peace of mind to the faceless millionaire that owned this place. While he had never met his boss, he always pictured him as an overweight man in a tight navy suit. Usually smoking a thick cigar and having a large shiny bald head. Kind of like the old mob bosses in his father’s favourite movies.

All of a sudden, there was a slight itching behind his ear. He dragged his dirty fingernails behind his ear, trying to soothe the itch. The more he scratched however the more that erupted into a burning hot inflammation. He whipped his head around and smacked his ear violently.

What the fuck, What the fuck, what the fuck? Jack screamed to himself in his head.

Without warning, a tiny black beetle fell from Jack’s ear and into the palm of his hand. Its exoskeleton was hard and smooth. It’s mouth curled into two lewdly sharp pincers,

Jack’s heart leapt into his throat and he threw the beetle on the ground. It scurried toward the far end of the hallway. Panting, Jack watched as it’s tiny body disappeared into the shadows.

It was then that he noticed that there was a long shadow running up the hallway walls. Had he forgotten to turn off a light? No way Jack thought to himself. All the lights in the museum only used two switches. One for one-half of the museums’ lights, the hallway on his left, and another the hallway on his right. But one ominous light burned through the darkness. Jack stood and went to investigate. Just as he stood from his chair, the burning in his ear ceased.

Once again his boots echoed in the empty hallways. Clump..clump….clump.

The source of the light was nowhere to be seen. Yet long shadows still ran up and down the walls. Jack turned a corner and finally there it was. The light was shining behind a large security door labelled " The Art of curse and passion DO NOT OPEN"

This was the new exhibit Quinn had told him to venture into. Jack had made it a habit to stick to the rules. Even though Jack didn't move an inch, the door seemed to be getting closer to him with every beat of his heart.

Lub dub….lub dub...lub dub

He outstretched his palm now drenched in sweat and grasped the polished door handle.

When he pushed open the door, a blinding white light pierced into his eyes. Jack screamed at the pain and tried to cover his eyes but it seemed as if his hands had melted to his sides.

In a matter of seconds, his eyes adjusted to the light.

The room was empty except for one painting. It was in a midsize thin brown frame. The painting depicted a woman. Her face was cold each angle smoother than the next. The woman's hair was deep deep obsidian and her eyes crystal white, almost as translucent as glass. A melody of flowers pooled around her, encircling her in the richest colours of flaming crimson Rose's, Bold purple violets and sapphire forget me not. She was the most beautiful woman, Jack had ever seen and once again without moving a muscle, the painting seemed to move closer to him with each beat of his heart.

His hand hovered to her face, begging to touch her skin. Jack's body burned for her, itching like a junkie wanting a fix he yearned for her more than anything he's ever wanted.

A soft voice came slithered over Jack's neck and into his ears

Touch She begged Touch me

With no second thought, Jack was removed and there only lay his desire. His long skinny finger brushed what he hoped to be canvas but instead was supple flash. Jack jumped back his heart hammering in his chest, closing his eyes tight praying hoping that this would all be a dream. He dug his fingernails deep into his palms praying that maybe that would wake him.

Yet when he opened his eyes, the painting had gotten closer and closer. The fear left his body as a receding tide. He was left face to face with Her. Jack’s breath left him in fleeting gasps. Her face moved, looking through him and at him all the same. Her blushing rose lips grazed him. Jack melted at the feeling of her tongue grazing his bottom lip.

She tasted like springtime. Fresh warmth after months of bitter cold and for the first moment, Jack's world was no longer colour blind. He was locked into her.

Help me Jack her voice was smooth and kind, I know, I know how lonely you are. How your heartaches as mine does. How the emptiness fills you like desire, I feel it too Jack. Please, please let me out.

I can’t Jack thought to himself I’ll lose my job

Please Jack, she begged, you hate it here, you despise this place.

From the bottom corner of the painting, a milky white hand appeared. It outstretched and wrapped itself around Jack’s cheek. Digging her palm into his jagged face, seemingly touching him from the inside.

I’ll save you Jack if you save me first.

There was no more Jack, only the paint that had seeped from her lips into him. Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out his father's pocket knife, assuming his destiny and releasing Her from her cage.

Jack rolled her up and cradled her in his arms. He felt her warmth radiate all over him.

Jack left the room, now dark as if the lights had never been on. His boots clomped once again, faster as he sped towards the door. Jack saw that hours had passed by him while he was in the room ; dawn illuminated the museum. To the front doors in which he quickly unlocked and threw open. The screech of the security alarms rang in his ears and he pumped his legs, not worried about turning off the alarm, not worried about anything. Jack's lungs felt as if they were made of lead and his blood pure and burning adrenaline

Feeling the bright morning dew slick on his skin and the light finally breaking through his fog.

Faster Jack, they can’t catch us

Jack ran so fast that the gods would never touch him. His long legs burned and begged him to slow down but Jack had what he never did, purpose and love.

It was too early for passersby to see him. The occasional morning jogger passed judgement at his uniform. They assumed he was just another nighttime degenerate crawling into the day.

He ran even faster.

Jack entered his apartment. The silence was crowded by the blood pounding thick in his ears. Jack stood for a moment. Revealing how the faces in all of his grandmothers' photographs seemed to smile at him now.

Unravel me Jack she said

All at once Jack rushed toward his kitchen table, swiping the ashtrays and stacks of paperbacks onto the ground. He opened her onto the table and was once again swept by her burning beauty.

He pulled up a chair and sat there at his table staring intently at the painting. Memorizing each curve, each line of her face. Tears burned at his eyes, and he wept onto her.

It’s okay Jack, You’ll never have to feel that way again, I just need one more thing

Anything, absolutely anything Jack smiled though his gut-wrenching sobs.

You must devour me

The life he lived before her was black and grey and now he breathed technicolour.

Dust settled on the table around him and on his fingertips. Spider’s and dust mites scurried up and down his furniture and the carpet. Large moths had fluttered onto my clothing, slowly but surely tearing away my cotton uniform. Leaving me a bare corpse dissolving into dust. I was disappearing as if his body was becoming weaker, and weaker with each passing breath.

You must devour me. Her voice echoed through his brain, and Jack became aware of what he must do.

Jack moved his skeletal frame towards his fridge. His stomach was caved inward, and his ribs jutted out at all angles. Jack’s stick-like fingers grasped the door and opened it. The cartilage in his knuckles cracking like ice on a pond.

In his fridge, behind the cake, there was a glass cup of cream and a mason jar of honey. Jack used his failing strength to set the cream and the honey on the table. He slumped down once again.

Jack lowered his head to her face one last time. Pressing his forehead to hers and his chapped lips to hers. All he tasted was canvas.

Please don’t leave me he thought, I love you

Jack, don’t you see, now I’ll always be apart of you

You’ll never be alone again

He stuck his fingers into the jar of honey and slathered her face encompassing her in sweetness. Delicately he ripped a piece of her and stuffed it past his lips. Dissolving the canvas into a soft pulp. His back molars did not dare tear the paper to bits. His stomach screamed for fullness. The ball of dissolving canvas lodged itself below his Adam's apple. Jack poured the cream down his throat and colour entered him. With ravenous lust , piece after piece Jack began to gorge himself stuffing every last piece inside him. He ate around her face, devouring the prismatic flowers first. Slathering each piece in gobs of honey and gulping down cream. Sputtering whiteness from his full mouth. Jack paused when it came to her waxy and pointed face. He ripped larger, and larger portions from her face until the only pieces left were her eyes. He held the last pieces of her in his hands and dipped her in the honey. He swallowed so much of her she gripped his throat. The yellow liquid dripped down his chin and onto his wrists, the long self inflicted scars of his youth were bathed in sweetness.

Never again Jack promised himself,

Never again the woman's voice promised him.

If alone was a feeling, loneliness was a hole in the bottom of his stomach an ache in his tooth. An itch in the back of your eye. I had always had this hole, this ache and this itch.

As she entered me, as her color filled me….

Jack brown was never lonely again.

….

#writer #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #love #horror #harry potter

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the-shadow-guards · 5 years ago

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34. Or 52. for Miss Ava (or for whoever you would like!!) for the writing prompts?

HOW ABOUT BOTH

34. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

She was hesitant to knock on the door, but Lady Temple had said he wanted to speak to her. She could just pretend that she’d forgotten, and Eleanor and she could leave for King’s City before the weather worsened.

But her conscience wouldn’t allow it. And leaving before addressing the unspoken would just make a larger mess of things. It would be best to simply get it over with and not drag it out awkwardly.

Ava knocked smartly and waited.

It was already scandalous for her to be in his private sitting room. A young woman in his mother’s employ, unchaperoned and not family. Had the situation been any alternative, she would not entertain his request.

“You can enter, I’m decent!” he yelled through the door.

And Ava opened the door, every fiber in her body refusing to step over the threshold into a Lord’s bedroom.

What she could see was an absolute disaster. Clothing, probably dirty, was strewn into piles. More was on an armchair, accompanied by what appeared to be his Guards cloak. Books were haphazardly stacked in the corners, on his desk, and there was even more books sticking out of the blankets at the food of his bed.

Also at the foot of his bed was a pile of pillows keeping his broken leg elevated.

Ava noticed that his sock had a hole in the heel.

But with the angle of his bed and the door, she couldn’t see his face. And he couldn’t simply get up and walk around.

“El?” Lord Jacob called out. “El, stop hovering there and tell your damned governess that I would like a word.”

She would have to enter his bedroom. Ava gathered herself, promised herself this would be the one and only time she’d be in a Lord’s bedroom, and stepped around the door and into the view of the bedroom’s owner.

Lord Jacob looked as though he was already tired of being bedridden after less than a day with a broken leg. He also looked thoroughly haggard but had put in an attempt to comb his hair. A small condolence was that he wasn’t drunk anymore. “Ah. You’re not El.”

“You asked for me?” Ava didn’t wish to waste time on stating the obvious.

“Ah.”

She pursed her lips. “I presume this is about yesterday’s....” She paused, searching for the right word. “Declaration?”

Lord Jacob shifted in bed, pulling up the blanket like a shield between the two of them, revealing the extensive bandages spiraling up his leg and the wooden robs holding it straight. “Uh...”

Ava tore her eyes away from the injury. She didn’t need to image how horrible it must have been for Eleanor to see it break.

He was looking at her. It wasn’t that annoyed glare she usually received. Lord Jacob opened and shut his mouth,

She stayed silent. He’d wanted to speak with her, and while she knew what the topic most likely was, she was not going to initiate the conversation.

“I-” He faltered. “Those things you said yesterday... Did you mean them?”

There was no gentle way to do this. “Yes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

Color was creeping into his cheeks. Whether embarrassment or something else, she didn’t wish to know.

Ava looked away first. “I don’t believe I should recount the details. But you must understand how inappropriate it would be.” There, the worst was over with. She glanced back to see his reaction.

He was nodding at his elevated foot as if he was determined to memorize the knitted pattern. “Very well. I understand.” A mournful smile flirted across his face. “I would hate to cause the gossip Mother listens to.”

She stepped back towards the door. Towards the end of the awkward conversation. Her hand was on the door knob.

“Stay warm on the way to King’s City. Make sure Ellie keeps up on her training, I’ve posted letters to Guards there who can work with her. You know enough to supervise.” Lord Jacob gave her a little half-hearted wave.

Ava returned the wave and stepped out of his bedroom, firmly shutting the door. She leaned against it for a beat to compose herself.

This was not the first time she’d had this conversation with men, nor Lords, but this was the singular time that the interested party still retained his respect for her nor tried to wheedle her opinion to something different.

She straightened her jacket and left his sitting room.

Eleanor was at the end of it, silhouetted against the frosted window. Snow was steadily falling.

Ava cleared her throat. “We ought to leave soon.” She needed to leave soon. A week’s worth of travel would put Lord Jacob’s feelings out of mind. It would give him space and time to think. “Do you have something for the carriage?”

Eleanor sighed. “Oh, yes, I’ve got so many exciting things, like cross-stitch and books of manners and dancing diagrams.” She turned from the window, expression sardonic. “It’s going to be miserable, isn’t it?”

“Very.”

52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”

Ellie decided that Miss Ava’s lessons on manners were slightly more interesting when there was a second student. Especially when the other student was Vincent and the lesson was about proper conversation during tea.

Miss Ava had them sitting across from each other at a little tea table set up in the greenhouse. Had it been any season but winter, it would been lovely. But everything was coated in ice and snow and the greenhouse was barely warm enough to not need a cloak.

The Temple Manor in King’s City lacked the charm of Mrs. Temple’s manor in Caster. Everything was stiffer, the manor was tall and narrow, and the shrubs still alive in the greenhouse were meticulously groomed to be spheres. Nothing involving the natural part of nature was encourage. There was a study little weed growing between two bricks. Ellie was counting how many days it went before it was noticed. So far it was four days.

Miss Ava was perched on a chair, supervising them and the rapidly cooling tea.

Vincent looked utterly resigned to his afternoon being spent remembering his manners. He’s said exactly three words, her name, and a thank-you to Miss Ava after she’d poured the tea,

He’d also been chided for not pulling out Ellie’s chair for her.

Vincent’s response hadn’t encouraged Miss Ava to put faith in him.

Ellie wanted to take another cookie and cut it open just to scoop out the lemon curd in the center. Instead she straightened her teaspoon and napkin. Across from her, Vincent was scowling into his tea as if glaring at it could warm it up.

Miss Ava sighed. “Are you two this quiet when training with the Guards?”

Ellie shrugged.

Vincent’s glare slid from his teacup to the governess.

“Well, you both ought to practice proper conversation. Even,” she continued to Vincent, “if it’s just for Eleanor’s benefit.”

Ellie sipped her lukewarm tea. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine.” Vincent nudged his teacup away from him. “I would like to state for the benefit of your governess that when one sends an invitation for Guard training, tea with forced conversation is not what anyone is looking forward to.”

Miss Ava looked like she’d eaten something sour.

Her tea was disgusting. Ellie set it back down. “Yes, I’m aware. Sword practice with your master would be better. Even against you.”

“Such a charming compliment.”

Ellie knew her smile wasn’t exactly kind. “Would you rather be having tea with Duncan Caldwell?”

Vincent’s glare could have melted the ice caked on the glass panes. “I would rather drink poison.”

“Vincent,” snapped Miss Ava. “Poison is not an acceptable topic for polite conversation.”

He leaned back in his chair, irritated. “Fine. Eleanor, are you liking the weather?”

Ellie kept her expression cool. “It’s nearly as frigid as your personality. And how are you finding the weather?”

His glower deepened. “How is that considered acceptable when she’s insulting me?”

Ellie protested before Miss Ava could answer. “You insult my knowledge at every opportunity you get.” She leaned in. “If you listen closely you can hear nobody caring.”

“That’s not fair, I apologize for that!”

“After I gave you a black eye!”

“Eleanor!” Miss Ava interrupted them both. “You gave him a black eye?”

“I deserved it,” Vincent explained, not looking away from Ellie.

She nodded in agreement and decided that with the direction of the conversation, paying attention to her table manners was not going to be one of Miss Ava’s focuses. Ellie delicately slipped a lemon curd cookie onto her plate. “Vincent made a comment about farmgirls and their supposed talents.”

He flushed. “You’re making it sounds worse than it was.”

“Anthony would agree with me.”

“Anthony is not here,” Vincent added.

Ellie discreetly cracked open her cookie. “He would agree with me.”

Vincent sucked in a breath. “You claim to know my closest friend better than me? Oh, stars, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!” He slunk ever further into his chair.

Miss Ava simply stared at him, at a loss for words. It was clear she hadn’t figured out what sort of person Vincent was.

Ellie scooped out the lemon curd. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Vincent.”

“Nor you.” He reached across the table and helped himself to the curd-less cookie. “And I am finding this tea has become an exercise in futility.”

“That’s something we’ve got in common.” Ellie sucked the lemon curd off her spoon and turned her attention to Miss Ava. “Might we go spar now? Master Jacob’s coming in a couple weeks once his leg is done healing and if he sees that I’ve lost progress, he won’t be pleased.”

Vincent broke the cardinal rule of table manners and put his elbow on the table. “Yes, might we go spar, Miss Tremain? It would be nice to learn something worth retaining this afternoon.”

Miss Ava looked between the pair of them. “Yes, I suppose so. I thought Jacob hadn’t been serious when he said you two didn’t get along.”

“Oh, no,” Vincent stretched out the words. “We’re the greatest of friends.”

“Precisely.” Ellie said sweetly. “The greatest of friends. And we’re going to go practice throwing knives at each other once Master Masonwell arrives.”

#theshadowguards #the shadow guards #ellie temple #Miss Ava Tremain #Vincent #master jacob

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shanreads · 6 years ago

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All the books I read this year 📖

The Found and the Lost by Ursula K. Le Guin

Stardust by Neil Gaiman

The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking

Animal Farm by George Orwell

Mort by Terry Pratchett

Love and Freindship: And Other Youthful Writings by Jane Austen

The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell

A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

A Gathering of Shadows by V.E. Schwab

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi

A Conjuring of Light by V.E. Schwab

The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

If You Feel Too Much by Jamie Tworkowski

The Wise Mans Fear by Patrick Rothfuss

A Court of Frost and Starlight by Sarah J Maas

Area X by Jeff Vandermeer

An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

Scythe by Neal Shusterman

Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman

Reaper at the Gates by Sabaa Tahir

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

The Unreal and the Real by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon

Pap Hemingway by A.E. Hotchner

Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino

The Fat Years by Chan Koonchung

Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton

We, The Drowned by Carsten Jensen

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

The Muse by Jessie Burton

Homegoing Yaa Gyasi

Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames

Caravalby Stephanie Garber

Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys

A Passage to India by E.M. Forster

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Night by Ellie Wiesel

A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki

The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin

Riot Days by Maria Alyokhina

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

We Are Okay by Nina Lacour

Beyond the Sky and the Earth by Jamie Zeppa

Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden

Brunelleschi's Dome by Ross King

Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

The Kiss of Deception by Mary E. Pearson

The Girl in the Tower by Katherine Arden

The Heart of Betrayal by Mary E. Pearson

The Beauty of Darkness by Mary E. Pearson

Black Rain by Masuji Ibuse

Its been a pretty good reading year. I almost doubled my goal of reading 30 books and found quite a few new favorites! Thank you all for following along with me :)

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rosewaterdrunk · 4 years ago

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critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna.

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will.

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

#meme day !

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