#i cannot wait to read the book

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.

[cat-dragron-arts]

Hey go read Ancillary Justice it's so good I'm insane.

[curioud-epic]

finished the ithaca saga and HES FINALLY HOME GUYS. there was a lot of murder and that ending made me cry so hard i needed to stop sketching.

[cultivateme]

Good idea 🤔

[saessenach]

Someone please yell at me about the Emily Wilde series because it is criminally underrated and it singlehandedly brought the whimsy back into my life

[the---hermit]

One of my current reads and the one real saviour of my current life: noise-cancelling headphones (i am not joking when I say I have no idea how I survived before getting them)

24|06|2025

The stress and horrors persist but so do I. I have also been procrastinating texting my psychiatrist about my meds but I have no more energies to do that today, so I promise I will do that tomorrow. My last review for my exam at the end of the week is almost done. I am nervous but not yet dealing with crazy anxiety. I don't even feel like the exam is this week if I have to be honest. I am fairly sure tomorrow I'll be done with this second review so I'll spend the last day before the exam finishing the list of key words I usually make for last minute reviews. I have been surviving thanks to my headphones that are either blasting music or some audiobook. I did finish the audiobook of The Tigers Of Mompracen, and today I decided to listen to the audiobook of the latest Stephen King book Never Flinch. Have I read the other books in the series? Absolutely not. But that won't stop me. I will surely miss stuff about reoccurring characters, but I am fairly sure I can enjoy the plot anyways. Moreover at the moment I really need an exciting audiobook to keep me company so that will do.

📖: Never Flinch by Stephen King

[andreai04]

'Darkness still exists,' he agreed. 'In spite of the progress being made which we're told to believe will light up the gloom, eliminate threats and drive away fears. Until now, progress hasn't achieved great success in that field. Until now, all progress has done is to persuade us that darkness is only a glimmering superstition, that there's nothing to be afraid of. But it's not true. There are things to be afraid of. Because darkness will always, always exist. And Evil will always rampage in the darkness, there will always be fangs and claws, killing and blood in the darkness. And witchers will always be necessary. And let's hope they'll always appear exactly where they're needed. Answering the call for help. Rushing to where they are summoned. May they appear with sword in hand. A sword whose gleam will penetrate the darkness, a sword whose brightness disperses the gloom.'

[shiroselia]

Shallan is so fucking good there's so much wrong with her Oh My GOD

[avocadohass]

I will be living out my life and suddenly Im like "wow we actually got the trojan/jerejean sequel"

Because for years it was such a crack random thought, a truly hopeless dream because in the main series there were absolutely NO HITS.

It was just a wild manifestation of a bunch of fans that REALLY loved side characters, and I can say it because after reading aftg in 2016 my favorite character was fucking Jeremy, so I know what I'm talking about it okey.

I been in a state of shock since it was announced, and even after I read it, that just now while we wait for the golden raven it just hit me like we actually getting a trojan trilogy A JEREJEAN TRILOGY LIKE????

I remember I found out about jerejean after reading the jean extra content, and thinking that he needed something good in his life and immediately seeing that people ship him with Jeremy, a character who he never interact with in canon but was probably gonna in the future and I was like "that makes so much sense" and this was when there were like barely fics of them

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I cannot believe that saying "the trojan sequel" isn't synonyms of impossible dream anymore

[runespoor7]

more US writers should make up small European countries wholecloth, simply so we don't run into: "but why is the royal family of this existing country living in the capital of that other, famously-king-free existing country". ".......but why is an english character bringing a type of shops that historically already existed in the country the story is taking place, and were flourishing there decades before they did in the UK? modern-day assumptions that all of modernity come from the anglos?". "but this story taking place toward the end of the XIXth century really isn't going to mention at all the rl colonialism of the royals of that country?". "this story featuring class differences isn't going to talk about class or rights at all." yes i realise this is all a flimsy excuse to draw ~pretty clothes and explore the ~individual journey of the main characters through funny/meant-to-be-touching anachronisms. (No mistake the metaphor stuff is good! The cardboard setting is jarring.)

I encourage US fiction writers to make up small European countries wholecloth!

[the---hermit]

22|04|2025

You know how in my last post I said I was on the verge of a reading slump because of my energy levels as well as the book I was currently reading? Well, guess what, the real culprit was the book, because later that day I decided to switch reads with The Ballad Of Singbirds And Snakes and I ended up spending the next few days struggling to put the book down. I just finished it and I have so many thoughts I am even struggling to put them together coherently. I was a bit sceptical over the idea of a book focusing on Snow, because I feared there was a high risk of having a story that would end up somewhat justifying him and his actions. I am so happy to not only have found a lot of backstory that did not do that, but also even more great worldbuilding. I am a sucker for good worldbuilding and believable politics in dystopic books and this book delivered on all fronts. I was glued to the pages for the plot, but at the same time my brain was going on tangents about the historical and philosophical inspiration and commentary of the author and it was simply amazing. Can you tell I had a good time with this book? I really appreaciated how the author made clear every few pages that you are not rooting for this main character, he is bad in ways that go beyond the "brainwashed by the regime he lives in". This guys suckes severly, but witnessing his story and his thoughts is a great way to make you reflect and it really packs a punch.

[dredgen-dumbass]

sorry everybody I'm just thinking about drifters face when he sees Orin again. if they steal that I'm going to quit /j

[doc-davey]

Saul hates sex but wants love

Yeah, he gets pleasure, but that’s about it.

Actually no- he’s too scared to love anyone, but he wants to be understood. And he “hates” it as in he doesn’t get anything out of banging someone he has a hard time loving just to have a few moments of relief, but it doesn’t help with his raging paranoia, making it very unfulfilling for him

And this is with everyone who genuinely loves him, but in the process, his apathy hurts them, and Saul doesn’t understand why

Also, I’m interpreting Saul’s “envy” differently, as in he doesn’t care about fame or praises. He’s only happy when everyone treats him normally but is paranoid about the way he’s perceived.

Also, what is exactly “normal” to Saul? You see, even that’s subjective.

Throughout the Book of Saul, he’s constantly afraid of losing control in front of everyone, and well…

[mmvalentine]

Lucky | Feysand

It was a throw away comment and Feyre knows it.

“Stop leaving glasses out!” Rhys had said, half laughing, tugging the end of her ponytail and dropping two cups and a mug into the sink.

Rhys makes her a cup of tea every evening, and it’s one of the hundred little ways that Feyre feels spoiled. She does like to keep a glass of water on the night stand, and where Tamlin hated it when she worked, Rhys has always supported her career. So they both leave early in the morning and more often than not, there’s a small collection of glassware in their bedroom.

It's completely fair that Rhys would prefer that she take them to the kitchen in the morning.

So why is it that the comment unsteadies her?

“I’m sorry,” Feyre says, and rushes to the sink. Her hands shake on the sponge. “My brain doesn’t function in the morning, I’ll remember to wash up before bed.” She goes for casual but it comes out breathless, and the Rhys looks over with a frown.

Maybe it’s because she’s been here for four weeks but doesn’t trust this yet.

Not Rhys- he’s been nothing but gorgeous, and patient, and kind. He’s so completely sure about her and in some ways that’s the most wonderful thing about him. And in some ways, it’s a lot of fucking pressure.

Rhys comes to stand behind her and puts his nose on her neck. Closes his fingers over her wrists until she stops moving, and wraps his arms around her waist.

“That’s fair,” he murmurs. “It’s not a real gripe.”

Some nights, Feyre lies awake in the dark, long after Rhys has fallen asleep, and tries to deep-breathe the fear away. It never works. But how can she tell him? It’s not his fault. The problems are all in her head.

“I’m sorry,” Feyre whispers, and she doesn’t mean the glasses.

She knows it’s not realistic, but it’s hard to fight the urge to be as perfect as possible, because she’s never had it so good, and the fact that it could break any day now is more than enough to keep her guts in permanent knots. She’s been holding her lips closed over the anxiety. She’s been trying so hard. She’s brittle enough that the shallow criticism lands like failure in her stomach.

“It’s okay,” Rhys murmurs. He picks up a tea towel and dries her hands, dragging her waist away from the sink. “You’re safe, honey.”

Sometimes Feyre forgets that Rhys does know. Knows better than most- after all, he’s known Tamlin longer than she has. Still, she’s both embarrassed and relieved that he can read her so easily.

“I didn’t mean it,” Rhys says. “Please leave cups in the room. It means you live here and that is so wonderful, to me.”

Rhys sits down on the couch and pulls her into his lap. Feyre hides her face in his chest and wishes, for the thousandth time, that she was better than this. That her fear of Tamlin’s anger would not be an unwelcome third in her and Rhys’s house.

“Hey,” Rhys whispers. “Don’t be sad, beautiful girl.” He slides his hand under her hair, and touches their foreheads together. “You’re okay.”

And then he kisses her, and it helps.

Feyre takes a deep breath, and kisses him back. It’s difficult to be here, it’s difficult to let herself be loved like this. But touching Rhys is always easy, and soon her fingers find his collar and his jaw and the raven curls at the back of his head. And she can feel him smile against her mouth when she tugs him closer.

“Does this help?” he asks. Feyre just nods, and kisses him again. The rough of Rhys’s palms walk up her back, under her shirt, until his hand rests behind her neck.

“I have less anxiety when you’re touching me,” she admits, and Rhys chuckles softly.

“That’s good,” he says, and in the next moment he’s lifted her up out of his lap and laid her back down on the couch cushions. He settles easily between her legs, and every time it’s a thrill to Feyre that he’s hard because of her. His mouth wanders from her lips to her throat to her collar bone and back up.

“I’m not mad,” he says, because that’s always what she’s afraid of and he knows it. “Of course I’m not, you’re such a good girl, how could I be?”

And like clockwork those two words make her brain slide, and her eyes close as his tongue travels the indent that runs from under her sternum to her navel.

“Please,” Feyre breathes. Rhys just looks up at her from under the ink of his eyelashes, and continues kissing down her stomach. “Please,” she says again, and this time he leans up and kisses her heavy on the mouth.

“That’s such a pretty word on your tongue,” he tells her. Feyre doesn’t respond, she’s concentrating on Rhys’s belt buckle and the button beneath it. He glances down, and then gives her a pitying look. “My poor darling,” he says. His teeth graze the corner of her jaw. “You need this, huh?”

Feyre wins her battle with Rhys’s zipper and slides her hand down the front of his jeans. She’s rewarded with a shudder that rips across his shoulders, and it only makes her melt further into the couch.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“You need it?” Rhys asks again. He grinds against her palm and she loves how even when he’s in control, he comes undone a little under her hands. “You need me to fuck it better?”

“Yes,” Feyre says again, and now she shoves his jeans the rest of the way off him, and Rhys pulls his shirt over his head in one motion. He gets his mouth on her throat and his hand on her breast, and Feyre’s limbs reach up and around him to pull him closer than skin. He drags her tights off, agonizingly slow, and then her shirt, and every inch that’s exposed is immediately pressed up against the warmth of him, searing but sweet.

“Tell me how much,” Rhys says, and it’s only the cotton of her underwear that’s between them when he rolls his hips against hers. Feyre closes her eyes, speaks against the slant of his cheek.

“Too much,” she says. He hooks her leg over his shoulder and Feyre’s back arches up off the couch. “And too often. You have no idea…” she trails off, trying to press up against Rhys as he moves all too slowly.

“Too often?” he asks. His fingers drift down, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“All the time,” she gasps. Her hands scrabble on his shoulders as he drags the elastic down over her hips.

“I wish you’d tell me.” He starts to kiss down over her breasts, but Feyre pulls him back up to her lips and slide her tongue against his. He groans softly in her mouth, and she pulls her knees up the sides of his ribcage, digs her heels into base of his back. “I wish you’d lean over, while we’re watching TV, and tell me how bad…” here Rhys pauses to draw a shaky breath because Feyre is wet against his naked cock, “…you need to be fucked.”

“I’m telling you now,” Feyre argues, and lifts her hips to prove her point.

“You are,” Rhys concedes, and presses up against heat of her. “And you’re doing such a good job.” He pushes inside her, and Feyre’s head drops back against the cushions. She breathes in, and it feels like a long time she’s been holding her breath. “Look at me,” Rhys says, and when she opens her eyes he’s watching her face change when he moves out and back in. His hips punch forward when she meets the violet of his gaze, and Feyre gasps.

“That’s it baby,” Rhys murmurs. “Keep looking at me.”

It’s easier said than done- Rhys’s eyes scald her and every time their hips touch her mind slides.

“Come on honey, you can do it.”

Feyre’s eyes snap open, but somehow there’s five hundred years in that stare and it’s a lot to bear. She tips her head back and throws her arm over her face.

And then Rhys’s fingers close over her throat, and it’s strange that this makes her feel safer, that it always makes her feel safer when he’s holding her down because every other moment she’s on the verge of floating away altogether.

“Is that better?” Rhys asks. His eyes darken above her, and she loves knowing that he likes her like this.

“Yes,” she breathes, and his grip tightens.

“You’re so good,” he tells her. “My good girl.”

Feyre can’t help it, she moans at the praise and the sound pushes Rhys’s pace up. This time when her eyes squeeze shut he lets her. Sits up on his heels to get a deeper angle and puts his teeth on her ankle.

“You want to be good for me, don’t you?” Rhys asks. He slides his thumb against her tongue for a second, before touching it to her clit. She can’t answer, because he keeps his rhythm while he talks to her and it’s knocking the breath from her lungs. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” His eyes rake over her, hooded and muddled, and there’s nothing quite so intoxicating as watching him look at her.

Rhys leans his forearms on either side of her face and leans down over her. Feyre’s hands come up automatically to follow the muscles of his back. She thinks he’ll kiss her, but when she tilts her face up he just flicks his eyes down to her mouth and then back up. He slows down now, moves in long, languid strokes that make Feyre feel like she’s drowning.

“You know,” he murmurs. “You can always tell me if you need this.” This time he does kiss her, and the next time he speaks it’s right next to her ear. “I’d drop everything and bend you over. Empty your head just like you like.”

Feyre‘s nails dig into Rhys’s shoulders and he shifts again, moving fast now and breathing shallow.

“Come on baby,” he says, and she can hear the strain in his voice. “Feel good for me.”

She doesn’t need to be told, he always feels good and today is no exception. Not when the snap of his hips makes a steady undertow that she is fast being dragged in by, not when the smell of him this close is enough to drive her to distraction, not when she can feel him start to chase his own release and knows that she’s the one making him feel like this.

“Give it to me,” she whispers. “I want it, want to feel you…”

But Rhys just laughs and shakes his head. “You first, angel.”

Feyre is tempted to see if she can make him lose control, but the way he moves is too good to ignore. And, she’s never one to pass up an opportunity to show him how good she can be.

“Right now,” Rhys says, under her ear, and honestly it’s so easy with him. Feyre breaks in between one breath and the next, and it’s a thing that wrings her out over and over in the cage of Rhys’s arms. It’s somewhere in the aftershocks that Rhys comes too, and she hasn’t told him but this is the part to Feyre that feels so intense she never quite feels like she’ll survive it. But of course she does, and minutes later the world filters back in and the couch cushions are scratchy against her back and there is sweat in Rhys’s hair and her heart is still beating painfully hard in her chest.

And Feyre feels calm, in this moment, which is rare but increasing. She presses her nose against Rhys’s forehead, where he’s half dozing on her chest, and tries to remember the feeling of it, because there will be a next time that she feels anxious and afraid, but if she’s very lucky, and she has been very lucky, there will also be a next time for this part right here, and that makes everything worthwhile.  

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Well hello there angels! It's been a hot minute, I'm rusty don't laugh at me!

But seriously a lot of things have happened and I still kinda feel a little lost (read: completely out of control)- and not all in bad ways. I've been meaning to post some one shot type things and to talk about my book but man it is HARD. So for now here is a little angsty thing that may or may not be just be T-Swifting it about my current sitch and my book links: UK and international US eBook Australia

And ummm this feels like I am too irrelevant to pull this anymore and I'm sorry if you do not want to be on this but,

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[the---hermit]

10|07|2025

Trying to pick my next book from my tbr shelf. I ended up reading the first chapter of all the books I have not started yet, and despite having some incredible options I decided to pick back up Compound Fracture by Andrew Joseph White. I started this book at the beginning of the year and ended up pausing it because I was not emotionally stable enough to deal with the story. I am not sure I am this time but I will try a few chapters again and see how things go. I am also still technically rereading The Shining but the spark that motivated me to reread it is gone so I am not sure if I will finish it this time. I really like the book, don't get me wrong, but I don't feel as motivated to reread it as I was a couple of months ago.

The books at the top of my physical tbr are:

Compound Fracture by Andrew Joseph White

Long John Silver: The True and Eventful History of My Life of Liberty and Adventure as a Gentleman of Fortune and Enemy to Mankind by Björn Larrson

The Myth Of Sisyphus by Albert Camus

The Shining by Stephen King (current reread)

Peccato Criminale by Eleonora Rai

[willowxtor]

Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read the excerpt!

I am SO excited for book 16. In fact, I’m so excited that I told my parents and they do NOT care /hj. But, I do feel like we’re getting a parallel of Icicle and Scarlet with Sora and Beryl. Like, they’re both duos with a child whose trying to do their best after losing a sibling and finds relief in some creepy Skywing. There also might be a parallel of Sora and Icicle to Scarlet and Beryl, but I don’t really know. Because, I know Icicle and Sora weren’t on the best of terms after Sora literally tried to blow her up, but I have no clue as to why Beryl’s on Scarlet’s hit list. Which also might be because I haven’t read the guidebook 😭

I’ve never done one of these thinking posts before. But, really, the question here is if I’m cooking or if I’m Carnelian’s charred remains right now