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has anyone compiled all the references alice oseman makes to her other books within her books? like someone mentioned there is a radio silence easter egg in loveless but i havenât been able to find it
#please help me đđđ#i love how the books overlap#there has got to be a super fan who has marked all the references/easter eggs#alice oseman#heartstopper#loveless#radio silence#solitaire#lgbtq#books#aled last#osemanverse#i was born for this
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I analyze fandoms the same way I analyze the media they're built around and that should concern all of you
#the MXTX fandoms are FASCINATING#They reflect their books#(SVSSS has the mostâ most creativeâ and some of the best AUs and is also twice as unhinged as the other two combined)#(MDZS has the most and prettiest art (the settings and character design cannot be matched) and most interesting dynamic analysis.)#(TGCF has the cleanest (RELATIVE) fandom and the biggest obsession with its main couple (rightly so) It also has the least shipping overlap#but they are also distinct creations of themselves- I've seen the LEAST amount of mpreg in MDZS#(desite the fact that WWX would LOVE that!)#Now why is that? let's think about it#hmm. Wellâ since they already have the juniorsâ a lot less people are making up new kids- and therefore requiring mpreg#or they're taking advantage of characters like Xue Yang who could've used a good dad or two.#very interesting!#but don't worry! this analysis is not confined to the MXTX fandom!#you ever look at how the fandom for The Song of Achilles (TSOA) reflects its books?#First of all they've got some AMAZING art#and the book has amazing descriptions#andâ interestinglyâ this fandom has unusually well-divided attention among the parts of the book#which reflects a very nice significance everything seemed to have when I read them#we also have a majority of popular AUs that are âthey're happy now fuck youââ my favorite being them adopting Hyacinthus#and honestly? the book wanted them to be happy too#you could feel it#anyway I love analyzing shit and I will never run out of victims#analysis#fandom#mxtx#mdzs#svsss#tgcf#tsoa#ramblings
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I'm not sure why my baby sister (who is 12 which means she's actually only 8) knowing things related to my hyperfixations that she's TOO YOUNG FOR perfectly in the age range to know about deals me so much psychic damage. But just when I thought i'd recovered from her watching bnha (it's FINE young teens are literally the target audience for shounen this is normal-) she looks at me today and goes "Hey. You ever heard of heaven's offical blessing?"
Me, having 50 different crises at the same time: uhh yeah i've read some other stuff by the same author. Why?
Her: oh no reason
Me: do NOT read mdzs do not do it you are a BABY and also if you do that I will die do NOT uhuh
Her: my classmate said books 1 and 3 are fine but 2 and 4 are super sad.
Me: oh interesting! gottagobye!
and then I ran to my room like a coward.
#i have thought my baby sister was 8 years old since she turned 10. before that she was 6#this is how older sibling math works trust me#heaven's official blessing#tgcf#hey tgcf fans pls verify that for me. are books 2 and 4 like wayyy sadder than the others?#my baby sister and i's media taste ARE allowed to overlap! in media that i have never wanted to write fanfiction about#i love loads of art i do not display on my ao3. fandom is a very specific way of engaging with the source material to me#and ALL I ASK. IS THAT NO ONE IN MY REAL LIFE ESPECIALLY NOT SOMENE WAY YOUNGER THAN ME. KNOWS ABOUT THOSE SPECIFIC THINGS#i'm exaggerating if i want that i should start joining smaller fandoms but I JUST THINK-
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if anybody has any other book recommendations like this I would greatly appreciate it
#i mean to be fair#these two books are wildly different#aside from the random gay overlap#completely different genres and storylines#(...ish)#but idk I just think its funny#and well to be fair again it's more like...#rivals-to-lovers lesbians with friends-to-enemies-to-lovers gays#but I didn't really have enough space for all of that#I do find it really funny though#how the gay parts of these books are similar#and literally nothing else#i kissed shara wheeler#the midnight girls#wlw#wlw books#mlm#mlm side plot#sapphic on sapphic hostility#gay on gay hostility#idk man I just love me some angry gays
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GUYS GUYS heres a basic explanation of my idea for a dndads warrior cats au bc these have been two of the biggest interests of my ENTIRE LIFE. i am insane
s1: the dads are all from different clans (darryl thunderclan, henry skyclan, glenn windclan, ron riverclan. and then jodie shadowclan technically) and they meet up at a gathering. at the gathering, their kits go missing, and then the riverclan, skyclan, and windclan leaders get possessed by dark forest cats (the omega daddies) and deliver a prophecy to the dads to go save their kits. so they all travel together on a journey to a different forest (the forgotten realms) in search of their kits while the dark forest cats continue to torment them
s2: the apprentices (the teens) are unaware that they arent living in the original homes of their clans. their dads led a mission back in the day (code purple) to migrate all the clans (under the threat of something, idk what the doodler would be in this au but its like how in wc canon how they all had to move to the lake) to the forgotten realms forest where the clans all pretty much live together. their dads have been taken and the apprentices have to go to the original forest to save them, while dealing w the big bad riverclan dark forest cat (willy) whos training scary in her dreams. hell arc(s) = visiting the dark forest, heaven arc = visiting starclan, etc etc this is so exciting to me
#i will expand upon this more at some point#AND I WILL DRAW THE CHARACTERS AS CATS. AT LEAST THE APPRENTICES. TRUST#u have no idea how fucking NUTS i was over wc back in middle school i literally still own 50+ books theyre in my room rn#plzzzz tell me theres some overlap in these two fandoms. i think a couple of my mutuals like both iirc#PLZ TALK W ME ABOUT THIS I LOVE KITTYFYING MY FAVES#dndads#dndads au#siren says
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Verian who simply flat out refuses to wake up (Aven convinces him somehow) from this dream be aus he knows he wonât be a bother anymore
Aventurine is happy with him, Matthenâs alive and well, all his friends, his parents and siblings never went through poverty, he was never sold off for a few years, never traumatized from bloodshed, nothing. He was just a normal kid with a normal life and no longer a burden to everyone he loves
Arman, while he already knew it was a dream, he also doesnât wake up, on the other hand when comparing with Verian, he finds it soothing that in this dream world, Ratio hates him.
Because if Ratio never loved a man like him, he wouldnât be in such pain when he died and became an Aeon. Ratio wouldnât have spent sleepless nights after seeing his beloved alive but with absolutely no recollection of him.
Because in the end, he was just a pain.
And in the end, both of them refused to wake from this blissful dream of Order.
How awkward it s when the dream is shattered anyway and they kinda need to act like it's all fine đ
#really want to know more how the dream worked#it seemed to be a shared space where everyone is actually together just happy and relaxed#but in Robin's case it seemed to be her own personal bubble#idk if you've read the lovely bones#but I think the dream works like heavens in the book#you have your own personal bubble and it sometimes overlaps with another person's bubble#so while you have your personal paradise#you're also with the one you cherish like fr#Verian#Arman
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#no im back again actually fuck bed im not going u cant make me#see english yeah#pisses me off first of all. neck of them imposing on us like that#BUT one thing i do love is how those of us whos language was taken have like bastardized eng#weve made hiberno eng (theres a dictionary available online thats acc unreal if linguistics is smthin u like)#scots have dorics and afaik a few bonus ones#similarly theres aave which runs in the same vein#and whats mad is so many of these languages and their phrasings overlap#also doric should be singular only copped that now my b#but anyway like#yeah alrih technically am speakin english wah wah wah shut up whatever#but am not tho am i. sentence order is whack. present tense is whack. âââslangâââ is whack#this is smthin im rly interested in and LOVE how some countries go yeah alriht ill speak it if i have to but ur not gna like what i do w it#but anyway shut up shitting on people thats so boring have a lil joy in ur life#read a book. may i suggest Hiberno English or anything by blindboy boatclub#sound
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It's been wonderful being able to talk about these things for me too! I haven't really had the opportunity since Y7 came out, so I'm positively buzzing. And no worries about the tone of your post about Daigo's article haha, I appreciate it when issues are pointed that I might've missed otherwise since that's at least something actionable.
But I'm obviously not going to stop anyone from venting frustrations with the wiki or with Fandom as a platform; I frequently find myself frustrated too! It's one of the things that keeps people editing the wiki. I'm honestly fine with whatever as long as it's not accusing us of being fujoshi for the billionth time lol, but for better or worse I do like to clarify what we're trying to do if there's any confusion.
Speaking of, Mine's relationship tags are kind of a funny story! So a lot of them have these dotted underlines and question marks, right? You're supposed to be able to hover over underlined terms to see a short definition (on desktop) and click the question mark to see an article with all the definitions on mobile, since hover actions aren't possible on a touchscreen.
But since the article was and still is under construction, Fandom doesn't show the link to logged-out users. So I had no idea it just looks like we're saying the tag is ambiguous lol. It's up now though, so it's hopefully easier to understand what we're trying to do!
I just found it funny I specifically added that feature to reduce confusion. Half the grief we get over Mine's "romantic interest" tag is because people assume we're saying it's mutual (we chose the term to try and avoid the "mutual" connotations of "love interest," but I guess that didn't work out). I also thought it might help with somewhat esoteric tags like "co-parent" (which was put in place for Jo and Arakawa and then I kept thinking of others) and "surrogate son." Turns out it's tough to boil complex relationships down to one term!
I definitely have SO many questions about New Year's Day and I probably always will; for the space of only one night, it's a huge blank. I certainly do have to wonder if shipping Masato off to America was decided then and there. There's a lot that could possibly be expanded on in RGGO (further interactions between Arakawa and Jo included lol), so I've got hope for that too now that we're back to random events. I'd be really interested to see how you'd portray it someday!
Talking about Nakai and Tsutsumi reminded me, Nakai mentioned he read the whole script in a day so he "wouldn't do a disservice to Arakawa or Sawashiro's characters." That kind of stuck out to me precisely because there are so few scenes between them compared to like, Arakawa and Ichi, and they're all relatively low-impact in comparison.
Of course, it could be marketing on account of him and Tsutsumi getting to co-star again, or the scenes could simply have stood out to him more for that reason, or he could've had a different impression of the ratios having read the script rather than played the game. But the part of me that makes me want to go Off The Deep End speculating is kind of wondering if there were other scenes planned?
And absolutely! I'm not able to reblog often because the post editor's been crashing whenever I try to tag my posts, but I hope you know I love your work and I'll support pretty much anything you put out! I'm very excited to share my findings as well.
A lot of it's to do with Mine's relationship to Western culture vs. Japanese culture (his "westabooism," basically), so that's specific to him, but there a lot of interesting concepts and theories in Japanese psychology regarding familial bonds, met and unmet emotional needs. They work as an explanation for his probable feelings of alienation from Japanese culture, but I feel they would make for an interesting lens to examine the Arakawas through as well.
I actually hadn't ever considered the similarity with regard to Mine and Jo's dads, but that makes so much sense! If I were to take it a step further, I think feelings of "abandonment" by their fathers have had long-lasting effects on both them and Masato. Jo we've been talking about, his father was technically still "there," but he wasn't in his corner, which feels much the same as abandonment to a child.
I think Mine's internalized a lot of the same feelings even though his father never meant to abandon him (I guess Jo's may not have, necessarily; alcoholism can destroy a family whether the individual wants that to happen or not). Like, unfairness, displacement, lack of control, the loss of the only support you have and so on. I think dwelling on that is what sent Mine's mental state spiraling, and what made it imperative to just believe Daigo was "dead" to try and move on as soon as possible. He didn't want to be hurt the same way again.
It's also probably what he was projecting in his ridiculous villain speech during The Orphanage Scene; the reason offering kids support in the way Kiryu does is a form of "victimization" in his eyes, at that moment, is because that support can be ripped away from you at any time. The scene is kind of hilarious to me because it's like, "okay we need Mine to have a kick-the-dog moment, his actions have been too understandable," but I do get it from that angle.
Similarly, I think those feelings of abandonment are why Arakawa faces the brunt of Aoki's abuse, because it's like, "YOUR negligence is why I had to go through all of that." So I get why Jo, like your sister, wouldn't want the finger pointed at him, but at the same time⊠damn. Perhaps if Arakawa had never had that talk with Masato, things might've been different. I get the impression he wouldn't be able to endure keeping things to himself for as long as Jo, though, given things like the letter he sent Ichi in prison.
Oh, yeah, Jo is CRAZY protective of Masato too! "If anything happens to him, killing you a thousand times would be insufficient!" I think part of his overreaction to having Masato's money is also that if Ichi can't listen to orders that fundamental, who's to say he listened to the orders to keep Masato safe? I guess if you see Ichiban as incompetent to the point of almost being a malicious actor, you might think that.
I'm sooo so glad you've noticed the rest of those similarities haha, I've been rotating them around in my brain like a cube for ages. A Venn diagram would be so fun to see! That's such an insightful look at the differences between Mine and Jo's offices too. I was a little confused about the placement of the social spaces, or even that they're there, but if you look at it as clearly separate from his personal spaces, it does make sense.
Also, not to harp on the books in the offices too much, but I compared the textures a little earlier. Mine's are basically all (very expensive) encyclopedias and language phrasebooks in English, Italian, French, and German, in contrast to Jo's discrete hardcovers and series of art history books. They're probably all stock assets lol, but I think they're surprisingly good fits; Mine dumping considerable time, money, and energy into his fascination with Western culture and Jo being the type to not want people to know what he's reading totally works for me.
But yes! It's kind of funny, because Yokoyama wasn't much of a Mine fan in his early days, but I hope he and the others keep on writing characters like him. I think of it as Mine's "legacy" in a series where past characters aren't acknowledged too often; the most I can recall are that Hakuho mention in 4 and the fencing around the Touto roof perimeter.
Speaking of, I love Mine's missed shots in the finale specifically because he's an excellent marksman in his Okinawa character story. Why? How? Who Knows, He's Perfect. (Probably not as good of a shot as Daigo though lol)
And yeahhh, there are other interviews, but it ain't the same! It was the most in-depth one I know of. I think this is one of the only remnants, and I shall entrust it to you.
But yes, exactly! And I'm also glad Y7 introduced more people to them (myself included), Tsutsumi's my favorite actor of all time and Nakai's brilliant. They make a great combi! Of the things I've seen where they co-star, I think Princess Toyotomi and Hero SP are both solid; the latter is a special for a longer show, but I honestly didn't even notice lol. Musashi I wasn't personally able to get through even though I've read the book, so I'm not sure how it plays out between them.
Also I DIDN'T KNOW TORU DIED IN PURE??? That came out of nowhere oh my god T___T But if you're ever looking for anything rare, feel free to ask! I might know a guy (gender neutral) with a stash, Fly, Daddy, Fly included.
OH MAN MINE'S WIKI ENTRY I've definitely made my opinions about it known, but now knowing the truth behind it it's kind of funny and still so unfortunate. I'd almost want to recommend a section dedicated to the topic since it's such an integral part of his character, though I also understand wanting to keep the wiki strictly to factual information and to exclude speculation (or "speculation" anyhow- it's definitely more of a concrete situation, especially going off of the information provided in your pinned post on the topic. If anything, that sort of information would belong to the "Trivia" tab wouldn't it- but again, it's such a deep situation it can't really be summarized in one or two sentences) and the topic being too niche to have a page dedicated to it. It's nice to know that the subject isn't trying to be brushed under the rug though and it's just a matter of awkward formatting/incomplete work!
Furthermore on The New Years Event, I would LOVE RGGO to expand on the topic since they've been so liberal with the stories they make and the depth those stories add to the characters. Honestly, I was expecting Masato's card to have that as its accompanying character story, so it's unfortunate that he doesn't get it or any story as far as I'm aware (or maybe he does have one and my poor pull luck has just prevented me from getting the card to find out myself, but I've looked as much as I could and couldn't find an upload of it). Oh well, I guess it's the old "if you want something done you gotta do it yourself-" not that anything I could make could ever be up to scratch, so I'm glad I do have people interested in what I have in mind :)
About Nakai, I wouldn't feel wrong trying to accredit his comment to a time before he knew the full plot or saw the full game and was just debriefed on the general story/character relationships, and I also wouldn't put it past RGG to have deleted scenes/ideas (if those do exist, RGG please let me in your vault I'd like to take a peak...)!
The psychology of Mine is another topic I've been wanting to officially tackle for a while now, so I'm glad I have this chance to share some of what I have mental bullet points for.
Moreover, Mine's dad and how he "left" Mine undeniably impacted him significantly beyond physically leaving him alone, and it definitely manifests in The Orphanage Scene and his idea that killing Daigo would be "putting him out of his misery". In those instances, he sees Daigo and the orphans as victims of an unfair reality, Daigo being comatose, and the orphans having the endure the struggles of being orphans (and that added-on, projected anxiety that their comfortable lives now could vanish at any second like it did for Mine). Mine's mustache-twirling villainy is funny for its absurdity, but I also genuinely appreciate it since it lets us peak into his warps philosophy better. It doesn't justify his actions by any means, but it explains to us why he can justify his actions as from a place of love or pity as opposed to thoughtless evil.
To add on, Mine's relationship with his father, from what we're allowed to gather, was healthy and positive. Because of their positive relationship, the removal of such adds credence as to why Mine's desperate to get that love again. It especially makes sense considering Japan's horrendous attitude and negligence towards orphaned children that was even demonstrated during Mine's childhood while his father was alive.
And as an inverse aside, Jo's relationship with his dad was toxic, whether it was due to blatant abuse or combined negligence. It's fair to assume that Jo never got to experience genuine, secure love growing up, so as a result, it's not something he actively seeks out. He's been without it long enough that it's not something he necessarily craves like Mine who used to have it until it was taken from him.
Masato certainly makes it clear he felt isolated despite the efforts Jo and Arakawa repeatedly went through for him, and it's apparent it's an unfortunate side affect of internalized ableism. It definitely doesn't help anyone's case that Masato had seemingly been informed of the night of his birthday's events (from Arakawa's point of view, obviously), and it's clear that knowledge gives ammunition as to why he resents him.
You're right on Jo potentially seeing Ichi as a bad actor, it's not as if he has disdain for him for no reason! Like even if Ichiban hadn't taken Masato's money the way Jo could have imagined, the idea that Ichi can't be responsible in one avenue can easily lead back to Ichi having the potential to look after Masato, especially when he seems to be the one who predominately looks after him when he's tasked to.
I've already got my program open to make my little chart and have my reference pictures ready, so hopefully I can have that silly thing out soon haha- I'm glad you're interested in seeing it, and I hope other people will like to see it too! Jo and Mine really are my favorite antagonists, so it's funny (and I guess not surprising) that they have parallels to them.
To add on to that though, I think it's fun to look at the extra details, no matter how small; I'm probably more happy than I should be that you looked at their office's books, but I can't help be a fan of the details you found (whether they're generic models or not, I'm running with them- I've done more with less before lmao)! Mine having language books is definitely in-line with his interests, but Jo having art history books is weirdly endearing (and dare I say another point for "these are the same picture" comparing it to Mine's own love for art). Jo being so private to the point of blocking out the binds of the books he owns is so accurate to him and his secrecy, and the concept that he likes to read about art in his spare time is a new favorite concept for me.
Mine really isn't acknowledged much after 4; in comparison to Ryuji and Nishiki, he's remembered throughout the series the least (you can argue the same for Ryuji, but considering he gets a whole new life in Dead Souls, I think it's fair to say that makes up for the mainline series forgetting about him. Though I guess the same could be Mine getting a prominent role as Hijikata in Ishin... Definitely not as cool of a spot as to be a playable protagonist with a machine gun arm if I'm honest). In that, it's great that his likelihood can exist in future characters, and I hope they continue the trend of phenomenal antagonists in LaD8 and onward!
I'm eternally grateful for this frame you've gifted me thank you so much- Nakai's smile is such a blessing honestly, I'm glad if anything survived from the interview it can be this shot at least.
I've got Princess Toyotomi and Hero SP added to my watch list, DEFINITELY something I'll be excited to check out as a reward once I have all my important business taken care of this week! Honestly, I haven't seen Musashi either: while I was looking through their filmography I saw it was a project they did, but I've always been bad at watching long series so I didn't take the time to see their performance together.
For things I have seen though... yeah he dies SORRY IF THAT WAS HOW YOU FOUND OUT </3</3 Honestly I didn't expect myself to love the series as much as I did (admittedly it was predominately because of the leads and their relationship), but when it happened I was both- dare I say crushed- a little humored a little funny in a dark-comedy way.
And if you do have access to harder-to-get films, I'd absolutely be interested in hearing about it. One of Nakai's movies Good Morning Show has been haunting me for weeks: it sounds like such a fun movie yet I can't find it anywhere </3
#long post#fave#i have to fave these now because i be putting my essay notes in these OOPSIE#snap chats#the state of the arakawas is probably one of my favorite things to explain to people BECAUSE its so complicated#i showed my sister the ending of Y7 despite her not knowing anything about the series since i was talking about how upset it made me#and i tried to explain the whole family situation since it was relevent#just... yeah so the guy in blue was put in a locker by his dad and then he got saved by another guy#and he did that because he thought the guy in blue was his kid- who is actually the guy in red#because /his/ mom put him in a locker because of yakuza business and she couldnt take care of him#but now dad-who-put-a-baby-in-a-locker came back so now he co-parents alongside the guy who took his baby#but theyre not together they just. raise 'their' kid but the other guy doesn't know that his co-parent is the /actual/ dad#i know i already made a parody of it but it genuinely has the set up to some goofy slice-of-life manga i love it â ïžâ ïž#its SO funny to try to explain its easy to understand if you put it down on paper or write it out but to verbally do it đâ ïžâ ïž#moving on tho i'd love to know more about that japanese psychology bit#im asian myself and tho obviously not all asian cultures are the same they overlap#so im curious to see if i can recognize any of the issues i notice in my own culture with that which can be applied to the arakawas + mine#the bit on his western idolization is something im interested in too ! esp based on the books in his office it could be an interestin topic#man i just keep looking at that interview picture and it really does have the energy of a proud dad and his son#maybe thats just because nakai's smile reminds me of my dads#but yes yes thank you again for writing it ! i know i keep saying it but i cant stress how nice it is to take this extensively#especially because not only do i learn a bit more and learn some details i missed but it also helps me expand my own thoughts#that i hope to make into bigger posts#on that note though i have one more quick post to make after this one then i have to tend to some of that Important Business..#and thank you for being a supporter of me and my work ! sometimes i get a bit self conscious about it#i know i post a lot too and i never expect people to interact with my things so im grateful for the knowledge you enjoy it !
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I am reading an ARC about WWI war poets and itâs kinda wild how the first three guys are like. 1. Beautiful rich asshole with serious mommy issues who writes two sonnets about how majestic dying for England will be and then dies before the fighting begins from an infected mosquito bite. 2. Batshit insane American who keeps writing about how happy he is to be fighting for the good of France even as his friends bodies are mangled on barbed wire around him. And 3. Dirt-poor Jewish painter who hates the aristocracy too much to get a patron, enlists because he has no money, and then writes about how fucked and stupid everything is until the war kills him
#Literally the first 100 pages of this book are about Rupert Brookeâs rich friends and serious issues with women#and then in the last 10 pages he FINALLY gets to war#before dying in the most anticlimactic way possible#anyway not to be weird about dead men but#I keep having to put the book down during the Isaac Rosenberg sections because#I love him#but you can just watch the cultural shift#from war as nationalistic glory to#oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck#By overlapping these three lives alone#the class difference and how it impacts their perspectives is also Stark#Iâm excited for Siegfried Sassoon#And also just. Damn. This shit was so horrifying for absolutely no reason#Makes You Think Huh
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i feel like people tend to forget how rough around the edges enzo is because of the way he is with lila, and i mean this as a wonderful thing about him.
#he presents as such a stoic adult it's easy to lose sight of the unruly child but this is a story about all the ways childhood persists in#adulthood especially if the childhood wasn't entirely owned so the stoic and the unruly overlap. and i think it's charming.#in many ways his character's thesis is gentleness as a type of disruption#because the kindness he shows at the very beginning pokes a hole in the rules of the neighbourhood#it's interesting because as a personality he is completely grounded and truthful but his love is coloured by movement#and that's extremely striking when compared to other male characters in the story#who feel more lively and dynamic in their character journey because their actions are meant to deceive#but their internal world is cheap and static#there is a lot of going on with enzo on an internal plan but he is firm in his actions#idk he is gentle but he isn't meek is what i'm trying to say#'something of the rebellious child we had known' EVERYONE FORGETS THAT ASPECT OF HIMMMMM#not to be all like i am swooning for enzo for the right reasons but it's that little spark of something awkward but resilient#that separates him from the typical reader's wish fulfilment fantasy#NEVER forget that line from book 3 where he slips up and says something along the lines of 'you know how lila is'#with clear negative connotations to elena. he is REAL. he's a person!!!!!#i mean he's a book character but you get what i mean#dylanlila.mp3#ferranteposting#l'amica geniale#enzo scanno
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finding out thereâs huge overlap between fans of two completely different things iâm also a fan of is so jarring yet validating
#personal#like ok i listen to a horror book review podcast#and recently theyâve started coming out with episodes reacting to my favorite childrenâs mermaid show#and judging by comments & reactions there seems to be a huge overlap of the two audiences#and i think itâs so funny and it makes me so happy#like i also love horror books & h2o how did you know
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â simple acts of love from skz
âAll the times stray kids said I love you in the little things.
wordsă»6.8k pairingsă»stray kids x reader genresă»fluff, a little crack, established relationships warningsă»lots and lots of kisses!! happy tears, drunken re-confessions, silliness, playful living room dancing, minhos a shy baby, he's also a little shit in changbins, erotic painting in hyunjins, hans is a little bit more emotional, silly little proposals, my terrible attempt at writing lyrics, jeongin stalks your goodreads profile and buys your entire TBR list like I don't have at least a thousand tbr books...some of these are silly some of these are sickeningly sweet,
a/nă»I wrote these drabbles based on these headcanons, but I did change Minho's because I believed it fit him better!! Also, this has been rotting in my drafts for MONTHS im not super proud of them, but I hope you like them anyways.
ᥣđ© chan + sneaking into your bathroom to trace hearts onto the bathroom mirror.
"This is a suicide mission!" his lungs scream as he slips into your inferno of a bathroom, a heavy cloak of steam hugging him instantly. His respiratory system begs for release, a moist cough rolling up his throat; but like the magnificent boyfriend he is, he shoves those rebellious bodily functions right back down his windpipe.
Was his silly little plan worth the ability to breathe? Yes. Did he also wonder how you even could? Also yes.
The mirror fogs like the surface of an ancient lake, obstructing the image of his mischievous grin. He brings a pointer finger to the glass, drawing all his ardor in the mistâthough it only comes out as lopsided hearts.
Your voice floats out from behind the curtain, absentmindedly humming to a silent tune. Shadows of your hands move through your hair, your body refracted onto the thin sheet.
You are so beautiful...
Cupid smacks his jaw shut.
He manages to slip out right as the water sputters off, sliding into the living room by his socks. He face-plants onto the couch, scrambling to sit upright. The loud smack of your towel echoes in his ears as his wide eyes dart to the table, frantically searching for something to occupy his attention. He snatches the first thing he sees, which just happens to be a... candle?
Whatever, no time!
Chan is intently studying the ocean-blue Bath & Body Works label, when you come pattering out, damp hair dribbling water behind you. The moment you step into his line of sight, his heart plummetsâthat stupid aromatherapy candle nearly tumbling with it.
There you were, in all your drenched glory, your towel wrapped snug against your chest, tears rolling freely down your cheeks. Did you hear that?! Tears!! You were crying?! Why were you crying?!?!
Chan must have embodied the spirit of a kangaroo, because heâs never jumped up faster in his life.
"Why are you crying? You're supposed to be happy!" he yelps, yanking your body into his arms, water seeping into the thin fabric of his tee shirt. His brain becomes the equivalent of the worldâs most fucked-up ambrosia when you begin laughing, the curve of your smile pressed into his chest. He blinksâhe doesn't know whether to kiss you or call a priest. Maybe he should do both?
Suddenly you pull away, cocooning his cheeks with pruney hands, your bottom lip wobbling as you sob, "I'm so in love with you."
Well, good jobânow he's sobbing too.
"I'm in love with you too, baby."
You had drawn hearts on the walls of his soul in the same way he had drawn them in the steam of your mirror. The only difference is, yours would never fade away.
ᥣđ© minho + randomly sending you songs that remind him of you.
Minho wasn't the type to throw his arms around you, pressing kisses to your face with all his overflowing ardor. Instead, in the minuscule overlaps of time between talking on the phone and constructing a perfect dance routine, he'll find himself sitting dazed upon the lounge room couch, mindlessly nodding to a catchy tune. He had left his Spotify on smart shuffle, finding comfort in the idea of a song found without searching, as if it were fate's gentle finger dusting the path to new adventures. He flutters his eyelids shut, ripples of sound washing over his skin.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine, mine
In a rash flood of emotions, he sends you the song just before Chan steps into view, announcing his dire need to finish choreographing the final steps of their newest single. Begrudgingly, he slips his phone into his back pocket, his earbuds following suit. The only thing that keeps him sane throughout the day is the anticipation that he will go home and see you, and that makes it all worth it.
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May I have this dance?" you declare, extending your arm with feigned seriousness, though the playful smile tugging at your lips betrays you instantly.
âWhat?â Minho chuckles through furrowed brows, observing the unusual surroundings; candles flicker dim lighting on the walls, throwing shadows on the rose petals you had scattered around your living room, forming an intriguing resemblance to a romantic dance floor. He sets the bags of groceries on the ground. Lee Know is so beyond confused, yet also pleasantly surprised, especially when you waltz over to him, tight red dress hugging all your gorgeous curves.
âYou still haven't answered my question,â you sing, playfully twirling into his arms. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck, tracing mindless circles in his hair. A shiver rolls up his spine as you tilt your face forward, lips so close; his heart flutters like a fragile leaf tumbling down from an autumn tree. He blinks before exhalingâ
âOf course, I'll dance with you.â
A delighted squeal erupts from your lips, and you jump away from his arms, heading straight over to your phone to play the song he sent you prior. A warm blush floods his cheeks, painting them a bashful red.
âDid you like it?â His eyes fall away from yours.
âDid I like it?? Of course I liked it!â you squeal, gaping at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. World War Three rages inside his chest as he fights not to fold like a lawn chair, flopping on the floor like a flustered starfish. Though when your hands rub their way up from his chest to his shoulders, he's surprised he's even upright. Your hips sway to the melody, a warm smile melting away all his defenses; but when you guide his awkward hands to the dip in your hips, itâs game over. He stuffs his face into your neck, littering the sensitive skin with kisses, his brain screaming: distract the enemy!! distract the enemy!!
âDo you know how much I love you?â he mumbles with striking genuineness. Instead of answering his question, you simply twirl yourself around his finger, placing his hand to wrap around the small of your back. He dips you down right as the music swells. It was magical, reallyâthe candlelight twinkling in your peripheral, spills of starlight dancing off the ocean's surface. It was all so perfectâthat was until your shoe caught on one of the rose petals, the floor turning slick under your feet. You send yourself tumbling straight to the ground. Minho squeals, grasping at thin air, but then he too also slips, frantically shooting his wrists out so he doesn't crush you.
The music cuts through the deafening silence as petals weave their way into your hair. You roll your lips into your teeth, glancing over to an eerily still Minho, staring at the ceiling like a spooked tabby. As if he could feel your eyes, his gaze finds yours, and only then does he burst out into roaring laughter, which prompts you to also join the fun.
âAre you sure you're the main dancer?â you tease through breathy giggles. He gasps, smacking a dramatic hand over his chest.
âIâll have you know you fell first.â
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine, mine
In that moment, as the light hits you just right, he swears he finds the universe in your eyes. Your skin is showered in candlelight, head tilted backâjoy flickers on your tongue as honey drips from your teeth. His heart pounds against his ribs, flowers sprouting in his lungs. To the world, he was an aloof grump with smooth moves and an impressive affinity for cats; but to you, with you, he was so much more.
Mid-snort, he captures your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. In a single gesture, he is pouring all the words he wished to sayâ
though to you, it tasted a little bit likeâ
If he had to blow a wish on every dandelion in the universe just to keep you, he would; and only through your lips would he find the power to keep breathing.
ᥣđ© changbin + gushing about you while drunk
The balmy patio is sticky with soju-infused groans, most of the boys slumped in their respective seats, throwing back exasperated swigs of their drinks as they desperately try to drown out Changbinâs relentless rambles.
The two semicircle outdoor couches form a full circle around an unlit bonfire pit. On one of the couches sits a completely unfazed Felix, taking small sips of his soju between chuckles; an extremely annoyed Seungmin, glaring daggers at Changbin; and I.N, who doesnât seem to be doing much of anything except, well, sleepingâbody slumped against the armrest. Hyunjin is sandwiched between Chan and Changbin on the other couch: Chan, who wishes he never even brought up the idea to buy beer in the first place, and Changbin, who is currently slumped over a very irked Hyunjinâs lap. Han is somewhere in the house, probably giggling at his own swirling reflection.
Hyunjin digs his fingers into the roots of his locks, fighting every urge not to yank the tufts straight out.
âN-no, but Jinnie, you donât u-understandâsheâs so pretty,â Changbin slurs, stuffing his face into his friendâs hoodie, which makes Hyunjin frown and swat him away.
âThatâs it! Iâm calling Y/N!â Seungmin announces, jumping up from his seat. Chan grabs his sleeve, yanking him straight back down, much to Seungminâs dismay. he sinks into the polyester in a puddle of disgruntled grumbles.
"Or we could record him," Minho calls out from the shadows of the back entryway, only ever appearing when he needed more beer or more entertainment. And right now, it was dinner and a show. Minho simply shrugs as if his evil plan wouldnât ruin his best friend's bad-boy reputation. "Send it to Y/N later," he mumbles to himself, the devil tilting his cheek up. Nobody seems to hear him, so he slyly pulls his phone from his pocket and presses record.
"No, no, no! You can't call Y/N. Sheâll know I love her!" Changbin gasps in horror, stumbling to grab the phantom phone that apparently appears on Hyunjinâs lap with the way he paws at his jeans. Hyunjin takes a nice, long swig of his soju.
"You know you and Y/N have been together for over four years, right?" Felix chuckles, finding the whole ordeal pure comedic relief.
"No, you donât understand. Sheâll know I love her... lover," Changbinâs words slur into an incoherent shake of his head. Minho's evil cackles float out from the concealment of the doorway, and Chan perks up.
"Minho, what are you doing?!" Minho slams his phone against his thigh. What the hell?? Does Chan have Spidey senses or something??
"Nothing!" he yelps, sounding super convincing. Chan narrows his eyes toward the darkness where Minho is supposedly lurking, sporting an eerily perfect rendition of a frustrated father. That is, until Changbin begins a very off-tune version of âThe Itsy Bitsy Spider,â rolling over on Hyunjinâs lap to tap his fingers up his arm and eventually landing on Hyunjinâs nose with a giggle. When Hyunjin almost bites his finger off, Chan finally diverts his attention. Minho thanks God for the shadowsâhow else would he have gotten away with recording all of that?
âIâm about two seconds away from bringing you back to Y/N,â Hyunjin sighs, his lips pressed into a tight line as he glares at the man whose eyes just burst with light at the thought of seeing you. Chan smacks Hyunjin on the back sympathetically, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Why me, Lord? Why me?" Chan sings his woes under his breath but just loud enough for the camera to pick upâand for Minho to giggle.
"Y/N, I miss Y/N. Can I go home to Y/N, please?" Changbin hiccups, slumping his head onto Hyunjinâs shoulder. Hyunjinâs eye twitches. "I wanna tell the pretty girl I love her."
Felix emerges from his silence with a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his beer all over the floor. "Weren't you just saying you didnât want to tell her you loved her?"
Changbin whips his gaze forward, his eyes hardening into a very foggy glare. "Well, now I want to tell the pretty girl I love her," he states matter-of-factly, his eyes fluttering a bit, betraying just how drunk he is.
Felixâs amusement is transparent as he raises his beer in Changbinâs direction. "Somebody needs to bring him to Y/N and let him re-confess his undying love for her."
Seungmin has never jumped up so fast in his life; heâs mid-volunteer when Chan grabs the cuff of his sleeve again and yanks him right back on his ass. Seungmin collapses onto the couch, ready to spit a disrespectful insult at his elder, but he folds like a lawn chair when Chan shoots him that look.
"Seungmin, you are far too drunk to take him home, while I," he looks to the sky with regret, "am very regretfully sober." Chan sounds like heâs going through the five stages of grief in one sentence.
"Okay, buddy, Iâm taking you home," Chan grunts, clapping the drunken boy on the back. Changbin beams like he just heard there was a cure for cancer.
"Hell yeah!" He jumps up, only to stumble slightly, the patio swimming in his vision as he catches himself on Hyunjinâs forehead. When he finally, barely stabilizes himself, he throws his hands up. "See yâall bitches later! Iââ he dramatically points to his chest in pride, ââam going to see my girl," he declares and marches straight out the door. Chan is mid-goodbye hug turned introspection with Felix, wondering what heâs doing with his life, when he hears a loud shatter in the hallway. Chan falls out of Felixâs arms immediately, his stride turned sprint.Â
"Son of a bitch, Changbin, that was my favorite vase!"
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âGo ahead, tell the pretty girl how much you love her,â you tease, playfully mimicking kissy faces while simultaneously poking Changbinâs crumpled form, his boiling cheeks sandwiched between his knees.
Why did Minho have to send you that video? But most of all, why did he have to send it while Changbin was still hungover? All this humiliation canât be good for his headache.
Changbin groans, falling back on the bed to pull a pillow over his scorching face. The fact that the whole mattress hasnât burst into flames is truly beyond him. Giggles pour from your lips, even as they settle atop his stomach, leaving kisses all the way up his torso. You can hear his flustered pants from down here.
âOkay, thatâs enough bullying for one day,â you say, straddling his waist to snake your arms around his waist, pressing your chests flush together. Your teeth graze his shoulder, softly biting the flesh. âCome on, baby, take the pillow off your face.â You press your smile against his shirt before resting your chin on his chest.
He peeks out from under the pillow, tugging it down just enough to reveal his eyes, still reluctant to fully reveal himself. You bat your lashes at him, pouting ever so slightly. He foldsâlike a damn lawn chair, at this point, heâs practically collapsing in on himself with how much heâs folded. His face melts into a grin as he finally pulls the pillow down.
He so regrets that.
Your face lights up with laughter as you take in his beet-red cheeks, your eyes disappearing into crinkled slits. âIâm sorry, I just... I just canât,â you cackle, doubling over in heaves.
âI hate you,â Changbin shouts, flustered, smacking you square in the side of the head with the pillow. It does nothing to quell your amusement; in fact, it only makes it worse.
âThatâs not what you said last night,â you snort, falling off him as you kick your feet against the sheets.
Despite his urge to tie a millstone around his ankle and jump off the face of the earth, he canât help but smile, caught in an unusual state of awe. Your mouth is boxy, laughter filling the air like strands of warm honey.
âApparently, you think about me a lot,â you snicker, still rolling around. his smile only spreads wider.
If only you knew how much he thought of you.
ᥣđ© hyunjin + painting perfectly captured portraits of you
âHold still for me, baby,â Hyunjin whispers, his voice low and intimate, as he lightly drags his brush down the length of your arm, adding the final touches to your portrait. His gaze traces your bare body, memorizing every inch until even the freckle on the upper left side of your waist is drawn onto the inside of his eyelids. The valley of your breasts trembles with each labored breath, your muscles tightening against the couch where you lay.
âIâm really trying, Jinnie, but it hurts,â you whine, fighting to keep your head steady. Your boyfriend lets out a breathy laugh, savoring one final glance at your naked form. With careful precision, he drags the sharpest part of his brush down your thigh, finishing the entire painting with his favorite peice of you.
âDone,â Hyunjin murmurs, settling back into his chair with a satisfied smile, admiring the art heâs just created. Usually when he painted, there was always something he hated about his workâwhether it's the proportions or the colors were slightly out of harmonyâit was never good enough. but when he paints you, there's never an issue; for he could capture you with children's finger paints, and you'd still find a way to look utterly breathtaking.
âLet me see,â you squeal, jumping up from the uncomfortable spot youâd claimed on his couch. A faint blush appears on his face as he turns the easel around, unraveling his heart before you. And oh, when he doesâyou collapse into his arms, all your strength diffused into a shuddering gasp. He had dipped his brush into your soul, and with every meticulous stroke, he gathered the very essence of your heart. It was almost unreal how perfect he made you appear to beâyour moles speckled across your skin in gold, dusted like stars; your stretch marks adorned in silver, shining like slips of light.
How are you not sobbing right now??
âIs it okay?â he asks, bashfully wrapping his arms around your naked waist, completely unfazed by your current state of undress.
âHyunjin, this is more than okay,â you sniffle, voice crackling with emotion. You turn to meet his gaze, only for his palms cradle your cheeks with a touch so tender, it's barely there. One second, youâre breathing; the next, youâre transcending, existing only between his lips.
By the time you come up for air, the world around you has changed. Heâs on top of you now, his hands resting on either side of your head, thoughts long forgotten. He moves closer, allowing whisps of his hair to tickle the sensitive flesh of your neck; for his lips to settle upong the delicate curve of your collarbone. He doesnât stopâhe doesnât stop until the sun kisses your skin, until the sky is filled with the very stars he painted upon your skin.
Only in love and art are you eternal and in hyunjin, with hyunjin, you are both.Â
ᥣđ© han + hiding messages into every song he produces
"In every lifetime," a heartfelt promise whispered between shuttering breaths. Han's lips parted, your tongue savoring his astonished gasp. "What did you say?" quickly transformed into "Did you mean it?" when you had tenderly threaded your fingers into his hair, the pad of your thumb settling just under his jaw. Your needy hands had fogged his head, but he never forgot it.
"In every lifetime," you had uttered many moons later, nestled underneath the stretch of midnight sky. The universe had stilled, all of time and space screeching to a deafening halt. You unraveled the scrolls of his soul, and with the eternal vow of "I do," swore forever. So, he, for however long he may live, intends to hold you to that promise.
From: Hannie đż Do not by any means play my new song!!!
From: Hannie đż Im serious!!
From: Hannie đż Promise me Y/N!!!
You giggle at his earnestness, clicking the notification to message him back.
From: My Wife †I won't I promise!
From: My Wife †Scouts honor đ«Ą
You admired Han's dedication to his craft, but what you admired most was his need to share every single part of it with you.
"You didn't listen to the song, did you?" Han calls out from the foyer, slamming the front door behind him. He urgently throws off his shoes, his heavy footsteps following him all the way up the stairs. Your mirth bubbles up behind a bitten grin, lip firmly tucked between your teeth.
"No!" you shout back, feigning indifference; though when he swings your bedroom door open, youâre overcome with breathy gigglesâhis hair is tossed around at all angles, puffed cheeks pink and gasping.
Now that was the man you fell in love with.
"Somebody's eager," you tease, chucking your phone somewhere on the bed. His eyes are oddly fearful when you lift yourself up from the comforter, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. His chest heaves, breath labored and shaky; flighty fingers find the knot of his tie, yanking it loose. You reel your head back. Since when does he wear a tie? You flick your gaze down his figure. Since when does he wear suits?? Your confusion only festers as he lets out an anxious chuckle, wringing his hands like wet rags.
"You have no idea." You didnât knowâdidnât know what he was about to risk. His heart was clay in your hands, and with the delicacy of a butterfly's wing, you pressed your fingerprints into his skin. For now, through touch alone, his soul will find you in every lifetime; but first, he must promise you himself in this one, and that appeared to be an impossible feat.
It's now or never, he tells himself.
So, with an arduous breath, he steadies his quivering hands just long enough to slip his phone out of his back pocket. Was it just him, or is it suddenly really hot in here? He swipes to YouTube. Why was it getting so hard to breathe?? He presses play. His heart somersaults its way down to his stomach when the opening melody echoes from the speakers. Your brows lift, lips pursing in your signature concentrated quirk. His mouth forms around a smile, breathing getting marginally easier, but that peace is short-lived as the chorus beginsâonly then does he feel the symptoms of real fear.
In every lifetime, his warm voice melts from the speaker.
A falling star just shot from space and hit you directly in the chest, rendering you utterly speechless; even as your gaze finds his glassy eyes, you just canât believe it.
In every lifetime you swore.
Itâs just too perfect.
So, for as long as I may live, I wanna be yours.
Heâs just too perfect.
In every lifetime I'll dip my knee down.
Thereâs no way.
And yet he sinks to one knee, slipping a velvet box from the confines of his pocket. Your hands make purchase around your mouth, stifling a wet cry.
In every lifetime I'll ask to be yours.
"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"
You drop to your knees, tears tracing cordate-shaped rivulets down your cheeks. "Yes, Han, I'll marry you! I'll marry you!"
Your lips swear forever as they land on his, and that promise echoes far into lifetime number twelve.
ᥣđ© felix + giving you gum wrapper hearts
Lee Felix was stupid in love, heavy on the stupid, figuring he was about to start World War Three to get that gum wrapper out of Seungminâs hand.
âPlease,â Felix begs, drawing out the "e" in an obnoxious whine.
Felix has been professing his love for you through gum wrapper hearts for about as long as heâs been chewing gum, so he is going to be damned if he lets one gum wrapper gets away without meeting his fingers first. Seungminâs eyes harden into an frustrated glare, about two seconds away from punching a pizza-sized hole in his best friendâs face.
âYou know, the more that you beg me for this wrapper, the more I donât want to give it to you,â he deadpans, voice flat with irritation. Felix throws his head back in an ear-splitting groan.
âWhyyy not??â
âOh my gosh, Seungmin, just give him the damn wrapper,â Chan interjects, exasperated.
âYeah, listen to Chan. Give Felix the wrapper,â Felix teases, laying his chin on his hand, fluttering his lashes with a shit-eating grin. Seungmin clenches his jaw, crumpling up the foilâmuch to poor Lixieâs dismay.
âDid you see that, Chan?! Seungmin crumpled my wrapper!â Seungmin squeezes it harder. âLook! Do you see that, Chan?! Seungmin is bullying me!â Chan sighs, digging a knuckle into his eye. He is about five seconds away from sticking both grown toddlers in time out.
âSeungmin, for the sake of my sanity, give Felix the damn gum wrapper.â The fact that he actually had to tell two full-fledged adults that was truly beyond him, yet here he was.
âItâs the principle of it, old manââ As soon as the words leave his lips, Seungmin wants to stuff them right back in. Chan grits his teeth, steam practically whistling from his ears.
Oh, crap.
âYou littleââ Chan dives for Seungmin, to which he squeals, ducking from his elderâs hand, gearing up to smack him square in the forehead. In the clamber of movements, he ends up dropping the beloved wrapper. Felix lets out a squeal of excitement, lunging for the foil. When the crumpled aluminum sits in his hands, he has never felt so rewarded in his entire life, smiling like he just won a million bucks.
Almost out of muscle memory, he begins smoothing it out, folding up all the right corners. He beams, stuffing the little token into his pocket, fingers itching to give it to you later.
âThanks, Seungmin,â Felix smirks, taking a proud sip of his drink. Seungmin manages to stick his tongue out while trapped in a headlock.
âYou suck,â he wheezes, throwing weak slaps onto Chan's bicep. Felix giggles, his phone buzzing against his jeans. Felix quite literally drops everything to pick it up, his heart singing the same song as your special ringtone.
From: My world đ Look, baby, isnât it so beautiful? I took the pic while I was on my way to work. I actually swerved off the road to take the picture, haha. Just wanted to share it with you. Love you, baby!! [Image.png]
When he clicks the image, his phone is flooded with the most breathtaking view. The sky is stained like melting ice cream, cotton candy colors that burst around your hair, though that isnât what Felix is looking atâhe is looking at you. The moment he looks into your lopsided smile, Cupid shoots him all over again.
From: My star-light đ Wow.
From: My star-light đ No words.
From: My star-light đ I didnât know my girlfriend could look so stunning.
From: My star-light đ Oh, wait, there was a sunset back there somewhere.
From: My star-light đ Yeah, that was pretty too.
From: My star-light đ Are we still on for tonight?? I miss youuu.
From: My world đ Oh my gosh, Lix, youâre making me blush, haha.
Seungmin chokes somewhere in the background. Felix doesnât notice. Felix is submerged in the silky ocean of rose-colored love.
From: My world đ Of course we are!!
From: My world đ I miss you too, baby!!
From: My world đ Literally canât wait to see you.
Felix is mid-text when his friends suddenly turn bright red, clambering to untangle themselves from the mess of limbs they got themselves stuck in. Felix doesnât realize the reason Chan is suddenly fixing his hair or Seungmin is unruffling his shirt is because two of the most stunning women just walked past them. Felix was too focused on making time move faster.
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Felix has never been to space, though he can accurately say that he has tasted the sky.
He sips the stars off your lips, every shared breath an inhale of the galaxy. Felix knows that somewhere, someplace time exists, but not here, not now, not with the blades of grass lacing through his hair; not when heâs pressing your chest flush against his, rolling around on the ground until the night sky is kissing the earth in his vision. Your laughs are buried in his neck when he gets too dizzy to continue, littering kisses on the sensitive flesh there. You pull away for only a moment, brushing a rogue strand of hair off his brow. You smile, dipping to press a soft peck to the tip of his nose.
The two of you had crept into this darkened backyard hours ago; you proposing a date under the stars only to share them between your lips instead. You have been locked in this position for lifetimes, and Felix has no plan to stop.
His palms lift to graze your cheeks before sealing your mouths together again. His soft laugh puffs against the seam of your lips, his smile curving against your own. âGod, I am so in love with you.â
He was; he so, so, so was.
He was so in love with you, he had almost forgotten about his gift. Key word: almost.
âOh, I almost forgot,â he gasps, chasing your warmth when he pulls away, sitting up.
âWhat?â you playfully whine, biting back a grin, settling your hips against his thighs. He chuckles, poking a finger into his pocket, fishing out the gum wrapper heart.
âI know itâs not perfect,â he whispers, cupping something in his palm, âbut I hope you still like it.â He rolls his fingers out bashfully, offering you the crinkled silver heart. He bites his lip, a faint blush falling over the apples of his cheeks. The little gift was by no means perfect; it was ripped, wrinkled, and just a little lopsided. Yet you canât help the fondness that explodes in your chest. Still cradling the heart with care, you throw your arms around his neck, tackling him to the ground. Your chest flush against his, he grunts when you land upon the earth, smacking slobbery kisses all over his face. You donât stop, not until he is flipping you over, now attacking you with equally wet kisses. Your giggles live in the balmy summer air.
To you, he was the sun; but to him, you were the universeÂ
ᥣđ© seungmin + buying you a bouquet every time the old ones wilt
October 11th, 2020.
That was the last time your apartment smelled like something other than florals. That was also the first time Seungmin had ever bought you flowersâa simple gift for your one-year anniversary that spiraled into a four-year tradition. You donât ever talk about it, and he certainly denies it, when you thank him for how the wilting tulips magically evolved into beautiful daylilies. You find it endearing, the faint blush that falls over his cheeks when he tries to convince you that it wasnât him.
Now that you think about it, your white roses did seem to have a little bit of brown on them yesterday.
Mid-wipe of the bathroom counter, you rush down the stairs, almost sliding into the kitchen in your socks. Without fail, there they were: bright red tulips, replacing the withering roses that had been in the vase earlier. A spreading grin pulls at your lips as you check the stove clock, quickly connecting the dots.
You had been cleaning the bathroom most of the evening, your earbuds blocking the world out. He had probably heard you humming from upstairs, choosing the perfect time to sneak in through the door. You squeal, sprinting up the stairs to throw open your bedroom door. You expect to find him lounging on the bed, but instead, you find him below it, cradling a square object in his hands. His head whips around, panic falling over his features. He slams the lid shut before fumbling to shove it right back under the bed, much to your dismay.
âHey, what?â You yelp, diving for the box. Seungmin blocks you, accidentally knocking it out of his hands, unfurling its contents all over the floor.
It looks like a garden just threw up in your bedroom.
Hundreds, thousands of differently shaped petals are scattered on your floor, tufts of colorful memories spread out like a silky scroll. First, you freeze. Then, you gasp; your muscles thawing like a flower unfurling in the snow. It hits you slowly, blossoming in your chest and spilling from your eyesâSeungmin hasnât been throwing away the flowers he bought you. Heâs been collecting them.
You didnât realize you were cryingânot until you spokeââSeungmin, what is this?ââthen you heard it, your voice withering and wet. When you finally go to meet his gaze, he canât seem to look at you, tilting his head down in shame.
âW-Well I-Iâve justâŠâ he begins, trailing off with a rub of his burning neck. âFuck, this is going to sound so stupid,â he flushes, staring down at the single yellow petal that fluttered onto his folded thighs. Suddenly, Seungmin feels your thumb brushing over his knuckles, and something shoots through his skin, something that straightens his spine and evens his breathing.
âI-Iâve umâŠâ This was harder than he thought it would be. âBeen collecting them for a while now, I wanted to keep them for when we get married. Wanted to scatter them down the aisleâŠâ
His voice gets smaller with every word, sinking into himself as though that will make the gravity of the sentence less exposed, less raw. For a second, as silence stretches between you, Seungmin feels so stupid, embarrassment painting his cheeks red. You must think heâs such a fool, must think heâs crazy for ever believing he could marry youâhis thoughts stop the moment your lips meet his, palms pressed firmly against his cheeks.
âI love you,â you whisper in between breaths, kissing him until it feels like you canât kiss anymore; until he falls back upon the feathery bed made of magnolias and memories; until, with a star-lit sigh, he pulls away, untucking the red of a dried rose tangled above your brow. Even surrounded by God's most beautiful creations, he canât bring his gaze to fall from yours, your eyes and all the mesmerizing sparkles they hold.
Seungmin couldnât trace the exact moment he fell in love with you. Rather, it bloomed slowly over time, a feeling that took root; wrapping around the slabs of his ribs.
With you, he grew, and all of a sudden, with every breath he inhales, he finds you fluttering in his chest. At first, it terrified him. Though, now he knowsâsome gardens never die.
ᥣđ© jeongin + stalking your goodreads profile to annotate your favorite books
âSo, youâre a stalker, huh?â you muse, brushing your palm over Jeonginâs shoulder, which was clearly not a good idea, cause no sooner do you make contact is he jumping twenty feet out of his skin. You throw your hands up when he swivels around, ripping off his headphones like they were going to materialize into a baseball bat.
âCrap, y/n, you scared the hell out of me,â Jeongin pants, a relieved smile pulling on his cheeks; grateful that the intruder was indeed his girlfriend and not a 6-foot-tall man in a scream mask. For a second, he wonders if youâre possessed, a lopsided smirk playing on your lips while you tweak out, kind of laughing, kind of nodding, kind of looking like you need an exorcism. Then it hits him. Hits him like a 200-pound dump truck, rendering him breathless once more. He puts Flash to shame by how fast he slams his laptop shut, scrunching his face in cringe. The laugh you let out is devastating, a full-belly guffaw that makes you double over, stumbling straight into his arms.
For a second, when the lamplight hits you just right, Jeongin has to stop.
His breath catches in his throat, taking all of you in. There you were, with your hair falling in messy tangles, your eyelids slightly smudged in black, your smile boxy and sun-bright, you were perfect, and you were sitting on his lap. If you didnât start talking, he would have stared at you for hoursâprobably would have started drooling as well.
âSo, this is how youâve known all my favorite books, huh?â you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. It takes him a hot second to gather himself, heart fluttering at the newfound proximity.
He stuffs his head into your neck, the heat of his cheeks burning into your skin. âYeahâŠis that weird?â
âIs it weird?? Yang Jeongin, Iâm pretty sure you just inadvertently proposed to me,â you reply, your tone light-hearted though you're dead serious.
âWhat?â He chuckles with a shy smile, leaning back.
âYeah, I mean, you stalk your girlfriendâs Goodreads profile to read and annotate her TBR list. That is a proposal. I donât make the rules.â
âIs that so?â he smirks, inching forward, your noses brushing together.
âYeah,â you whisper, hot breath fanning across his lips, you lean in, finally sealing your mouths shut. Jeongin groans, your thumb swiping the nape of his neck. His heart pounds with a thousand different translations of 'I love you'.
âHow many?â
He hums, slamming back down to earth, still a little bit dizzy.
âHow many books have you bought?â
That sobers him up.
His eyes widen slightly before he bashfully chuckles, awkwardly scratching his ear. âOh, uhâŠnot that many.â
âCan I see them?â Heâs two seconds from saying no, until you brush your lips against his cheeks, then his forehead, then the sides of his eyes, before, finally, he is tasting your grin instead, âPlease?â
Well, how can he say no now?
He fiddles with the bottom of your shirt, biting his lip before sighing and pointing under his bed. âTheyâre all under there.â
You squeal, clambering off him to dive at the foot of his bed, sticking your hands into the dusty abyss below. It doesnât take you but five seconds to find the box, though it takes you 5 minutes to actually pull the damn thing out, feeling more like a dead body than dead trees.
However, when you flip open the lid, the struggle is all worth it. Your jaw drops. Jeonginâs stomach flips upside down.
"Yang Jeongin, thereâs no way..." You peer at him through dewy lashes, there had to be at least fifty books in this container. "You were planning on giving me all of these?"
"Well, yeah. Just...when I had enough time to annotate them."
"You've already given me like 10. How have you found enough time to read them?"
"I read them every night before I go to bed."
"And annotate them?"
He clears his throat, a faint blush falling over his cheeks like rose petals. "Yes."
"Where did you get the money for all this? These books have to have been like a thousand dollars."
"My check had just come in, and I knew how much you liked to read... I just wanted to do something nice for you. Why is this starting to feel kind of like an interrogation? Are you mad? Is this, like, really weird?" Jeongin can feel his eyes widen, anxiously shifting in place.
âOne more question,â you step forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. He shutters when you make contact, gaze fluttering down. Jeongin expects you to laugh, maybe demand that he takes them back, or the worst of them all tell him heâs too obsessed. What he doesnât expect you to do is drag him forward, and smash your lips together.
âHow are you so perfect?â you exhale, puffing onto his lips like a breath of his own. He was going to show you how, he was going to show you how all night long.
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If you thought he was perfect then you definitely think he is perfect now.
The sun slips through the curtains, dyeing your sweaty skin in gold; your mouth is nuzzled into his neck, lashes tickling his skin every time you shift. He draws phantom circles over your naked waist, savoring this moment, soaking your body in until he can remember the feel of your form through memory alone. You stir, feeling his heartbeat pick up.
It must have been a dream that urged you to say it, because somewhere, on the edge of sleep, you murmur, âWhatâs your favorite story?â
He didnât have to think about the answer, not when he had thought about it a million times before. Without hesitation, Jeongin whispers, âOurs.â
(I rushed tf out of some of these I'm sorry)
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Solavellan Recommended Reading
I made a post like this for SilverV a million years ago and wanted to make one for Solavellan as well!
A few of these fics overlap with the ones I have linked in my current pinned post, but there are soooo many fantastic Solavellan fics out there that I decided to make a longer rec post so I could include more of them!!!
Without further ado, here are some of my favorites, in no particular order. Some of them are one-shots or shorter multi chapter fics, and some of them are massive long fics and everything in between. Some of them are new and still in progress, some of them are completed, and a handful of them are older fics. All of them are absolutely worth your time!
walk you to the shore - Scaryanne A beautifully written post-Veilguard one-shot about Solas and Lavellan having it all out in the Fade. Highly recommend!
the sun to burn - Pip (Moirail) An Inquisition re-write that goes off canon and does a phenomenal job at exploring a ton of aspects of the lore and story. Features fantastic character writing and takes really thought-provoking directions with the lore!
love is not a victory march - Brunchatthebookstore A Veilguard retelling where Lavellan is present at the ritual at the beginning that goes off book from there. It's beautifully, heartbreakingly written and off to a REALLY strong start with some truly devastating moments, so this one is absolutely one to watch.
miles below the surface of the dawn - gostak This fic is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read, period. On its face it's just 6 chapters of "there was only one bed" Inquisition-era Solavellan smut, but I stg the writer was channeling the spirit of Solas Dragon Age himself because it is the most perfect Solavellan smut I can imagine. Read this one, just trust me.
Martyr - existential_naptime If you like Solavellan angst, this one delivers in spades!!! It's set during Veilguard and explores what would happen if the Evanuris kidnapped the Inquisitor (and more specifically, how Solas would react). It is DELICIOUS and also extremely painful but well worth it!
Requited - cursedhag A beautifully written, pitch perfect Inquisition rewrite that fully checks all the boxes! Features a lot of excellent Solas POV that incorporates all the new lore reveals we learned in Veilguard. Do yourself a favor and read this!!!!
rook wins in the end - wiltedartist A great exploration of Rook's relationship with Solas in Veilguard. Solavellan, but focuses on the one-sided unrequited feelings that Rook develops for Solas. Really interesting angle that I haven't seen done better.
And Yet - say_lene Beautiful Inquisition-era Solavellan one-shot. All of this writer's fics are so beautiful and well-written, so I kind of picked this one randomly but ALL of their Dragon Age fics are worth reading. We stan a good smut character study!!!!!
In the Colours of Your Regrets - scribeofmorpheus Another excellent smut character study! Solas sadly jorkin' it in the Lighthouse to his own sad murals of his wife. 11/10 no notes.
Roses Where Thorns Grow - Bdafic This one explores what would have happened if, after Crestwood, Lavellan learned the truth about Solas and they rekindled their relationship. It's a beautiful story that stays true to character and explores some of their messier and more complicated relationship dynamics.
Servitude - niceasspavus Another really, really solid Inquisition rewrite that explores Solas and Lavellan's romance. Well-written with excellent details and characterization. Highly recommend all of this writer's other fics, as well.
These Hands, If Not Gods - Gefionne An AU where a pre-Inquisition Lavellan accidentally discovers an eluvian that lets Arlathan-era Solas time travel to her. Beautifully written smut and character development. AUs aren't often my thing, but this one is absolutely worth your time.
Looking Glass - Feynite This one is theee classic Solavellan fic and probably needs no introduction. It's a time travel Arlathan AU, and it still holds up even after all these years, even unfinished. If you haven't read this one yet, stop whatever you're doing right now and fix that.
Wildest Dreams - elf_trash Finally, this one is mine!!! It's a retelling of Veilguard with Lavellan as the protagonist (aka Lavellan IS Rook) that focuses on her complicated relationship with Solas. Starts near the end of Inquisition and will continue through Veilguard and slightly beyond. I plan on reincorporating a lot of scrapped ideas from Joplin.
This list is in no way comprehensive, as a) there are sooo many good ones and b) I haven't read everything (yet lolol), so please feel free to reblog this and add your favorites!!!
But in the meantime, do yourself a favor and check out all of these fics! Top tier stuff all around.
#solavellan#solavellan hell#solavellan heaven#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age: inquisition#inquisition#dai#da:i#datv#da:tv#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard#dav#fan fiction#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic recs#solavellan recs#dragon age fanfic#dragon age fic#dragon age fic recs#da fic#da fic recs#da fanfiction#dragon age fanfic recs#solavellan fics#solavellan fic recs#solavellan fic
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(emetophobia & EDââ mention tw!!!!!)

arghhhâ rightttt!?â book 6â genuinely stunned me speechlessâ, so this ones for uâ + every other idiaâ oshiâ who sees thisđ«Ą
iâ remember oomfâ struggling to crappilyâ explain to me (twst newbie)â âback then how idiaâ overblottedâ even thoââ 'the curse' is supposed to lay heavy upon him or smth.â đâ anyhow, instead of blot seeping out of him, iâ aimed to make it look more like blood splatters due to his guilt stemming from TECHNICALLY being "responsible"ââalbeit indirectly and unintentionallyâfor the OGâortho's death (blot tearâ isâ there forâ theâ âsame reason.â i LOVE angst)

and heres the fairest of them allâ àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽżÂŽ Ë `*)
runny makeup for dramatic effect lol
iâ already somewhat explained why iâ want blotâ vomit for vilâ coz of miss snowhite spitting out the poisoned apple, puking being the first thing uââ should do after ingesting poison, the overlap betweenâ gaining an eating disorder and fitting the beauty standard, blah blah blah.â But iâ also think a character described to possess an "otherworldly beauty" having an outwardly grotesque overblotâ would make for the PERFECT juxtaposition: the clash between a pretty person having a disgusting breakdown making his "UGLY, UGLY, UGLY" line like, ten times more impactful than it already is
first overblotâ edits batch here,â third part here
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst edit#overblot#idia shroud#twst idia#vil schoenheit#twst vil#ripâ idy shroudđâ uâ woulda luved omori#(;° ă°)â iâ didnt know me putting the ibispaint smudge tool to work would be THAT well-receivedââŠ#but tysmâ for the reblogsâ€ïžââ€ïž the tags were so fun to read
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hey ! by all means ignore or delete this if you're not comfortable with it, but could i request remus x fem reader where the reader has been SAd in the past and is mostly doing okay, but one time whilst kissing with remus she gets nervous ?? and remus is just sweet and comforting and trying to show reader they can trust him
again feel free to ignore because i know it could be a bit triggering but it's also nice to imagine a healing journey where you are safe with another person after all that :)
Thank you for requesting angel, hope you like it <3
cw: allusion to past SA, reader gets triggered, some semi-awkward but very loving conversation around that
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠988 words
You love Remusâ apartment. You love how quiet it is, how it always smells like books and fresh laundry and how thereâs always at least one mug on the coffee table with the tea bag still sitting in it. You love the window by his kitchen table, and how heâll sit with you there on rainy mornings and watch the people going by with their coats and umbrellas, and you love that heâs added another hook on the wall by the door, just next to his, for you to hang your key on when you come by. You love his wood floors, and the water pressure in his shower, and the sofa he got secondhand thatâs more plush than any youâve ever sat on.Â
Remusâ miracle sofa is so comfortable it doesnât even cause a twinge in your back when he leans you back against the armrest, throw pillow fallen to the floor, and kisses you so that you curve your neck forward to meet him. Itâs soft enough to dip accommodatingly for the hand Remus slides underneath your lower back, pulling you up into him as he presses you down. Its velvety cover feels cozy and familiar beneath your fingers splayed across the cushion to steady yourself.Â
All things considered, youâre too comfortable to account for the feeling that starts up in your chest. It could be Remusâ hand pressing surely into your back, or his tongue skimming across the inside of your lip, or merely the sound of your panting breaths, quick and overlapping in the quiet apartment. All you know is that it feels tight, and it doesnât go away, inching upward until your heart is hammering in your throat, a blockage for any air you try to take in.Â
Remus can tell something is wrong. He pauses just before you push him off, taking his hand from your back and pulling your mouth from his with an unsteady breath. Maybe itâs only you thatâs really panting.Â
âAlright?â Remus asks, soft but tense. He doesnât know what heâs done wrong. âIs everything okay?âÂ
âYeah, I justââ You take a long inhale. Itâs shallow and unsatisfying, but you feel better. âSorry.âÂ
âThatâs okay. Do you want me to move?âÂ
He starts to sit back, but you keep hold of his wrist. You donât want him away from you.Â
âNo,â you say. âSorry, itâs not you. I just started to freak out a little, I donât know why. Sorry.âÂ
âSweetheart.â Remusâ voice gentles. He knows about your history. Itâs something you talked about early on, once you knew you could trust him but before you did anything more than hold hands. Heâs always been exceedingly understanding about it. âYou donât need to be sorry. Youâre fine. What can I do?âÂ
You take another breath. âI donât think you need to do anything. I feel better now.âÂ
Remus nods. He looks cautious. âWas it something I did?âÂ
âI donât know.â You fight the urge to apologize again, but you hope it shows in your expression. âI donât think so.âÂ
âOkay, thatâs alright.â Remus takes the hand thatâs holding his wrist. He smooths his thumb across your palm, and you realize heâs not touching you anywhere else to avoid upsetting you. Your throat tightens. âDo you want to stop for now?âÂ
You shake your head. âI want to keep going.âÂ
âAre you sure? We could do something else.âÂ
âIâm sure,â you say. Grasp the sides of his sweater, pulling him closer. âI want to keep kissing you.âÂ
âOkay.â Remusâ lips quirk, and he grows a bit bolder, sliding his hand up the length of your arm to cup your cheek. âWhat would make you comfortable, lovely?âÂ
âI am comfortable with you,â you tell him earnestly.Â
âIâm glad,â he says. âAnd I believe you, but that doesnât mean that Iâm okay with making you feelâŠwith making you nervous like that. Even if itâs just for a second, yeah?â He strokes his thumb over your cheek. Heat flares in its path. âI have an idea.âÂ
You sit up a bit, eager. âWhat is it?âÂ
âWhat if, instead of me touching you, you put my hands where you want them? Iâll just leave them wherever you like, and if you start to get nervous again weâll take a break.â His eyes flicker up to yours, cautious. âHow does that sound?âÂ
âThat soundsâŠâ You chew your lip, stopping when Remusâ gaze drops to the motion. âThatâs really sweet, Remus, but we canât do that forever. Itâs not fair to you.âÂ
He laughs. âSweetheart, itâs more than fair to me. I get to kiss you. I get to be in the same room with you.â You grin bashfully at that, and his thumb dimples into your cheek, a fond pressure. âWe could do it like that forever if you wanted, but we could also just take it one step at a time. Yeah? Weâll figure it out eventually, but this might be somewhere to start.âÂ
You nod, slowly. âOkay. That makes sense. UmâŠâ You pick up his free hand tentatively, growing more confident when Remus squeezes your fingers. You place it on your side. His long fingers splay over your ribcage, kind and reassuring. âAnd this one,â you touch the wrist of the hand on your face, âyou can leave here.âÂ
Remusâ smile reminds you of a sunrise, the way it blooms slowly, bringing color to his face and warmth to the room. âYeah? Just like that?âÂ
âYeah,â you echo. âThatâs good, please.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart, thereâs no need to say please.â He dips down, pecking teasingly at your lower lip. âYou know Iâm happy if youâre happy. Let me know if you change your mind, alright?âÂ
âMhm.â Itâs all the response you can manage, your mind already lost to the feel of his lips on yours.Â
âMhm.â Thereâs laughter somewhere in Remusâ tone. He kisses you impossibly softer. âJust keep me in the loop.âÂ
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Ok tumblr friends. Iâm trying to spend less time on the internet these days, and I LOVE reading non-fiction books, but trying to find recommendations for new books is a nightmare. Any time I try to look up good new non-fiction books the results are all like âwould you like to read an autobiography of Paul Newman or New Reasons Weâre All Doomedâ and that just. Doesnât Work for Me. So Iâm asking for recs here. Iâm open to books about literally any field or topic. Only caveats are that hard sciences have to be on a level I can understand as a humanities person, and medical stuff canât be too gory (ie I loved Siddhartha Mukherjeeâs The Gene and The Song of the Cell, but canât stomach The Mother of all Maladies). And nothing TOO miserable, but I have a fairly high tolerance for historical stuff. Iâm particularly fond of micro-history and books that delve into multiple overlapping topics.
As a sampling, here are some books Iâve read and particularly enjoyed in the last two years:
Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder by Caroline Fraser
The Cooking Gene by Michael Twitty
The Gene: An Intimate History by Siddhartha Mukherjee
Song of the Cell by Siddhartha Mukherjee
On Savage Shores: How Indigenous Americans Discovered Europe by Caroline Pennock
Fifth Sun: A New History of the Aztecs by Camilla Townsend
The Five: The Untold Lives of the Victims of Jack the Ripper by Hallie Rubenhold
The Last Days of the Incas by Kim McQuarrieÂ
The Dream and the Nightmare: The Story of the Syrians who Boarded the Titanic by Leila Salloum Elias
Life on a Young Planet: The First Three Billion Yeats by Andrew Knoll
Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky
The Food of a Younger Land by Mark Kurlansky
Mastering the Art of Soviet Cooking by Anya von Bremzen
Jesus and John Wayne by Kristine Kobes du Mez
Kingdom of Characters: The Language Revolution that made China Modern by JIng Tsu
The Last Island: Discovery, Defiance, and the Most Elusive Tribe on Earth by Adam Goodheart
Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake
National Dish: Around the World in Search of Food, History, and the Meaning of Home by Anya von Bremzen
The Horse, the Wheel, and Language: How Bronze-Age Riders from the Eurasian Steppes Shaped the Modern World by David W. Anthony
The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny, and Murder by David Grann
Fire away!
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