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Lost in the stacks
#photos 2 & 3#Ireland#Hill of Tara#book stacks#dark academia#photography#travel blog#travel photo diary#Irish bookstore#herowneyes#éire
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Some bookmarks I made for The Winding Stair Bookshop in Dublin, pop in and have a look round and maybe pick up a few <3
Trilled to have done some work for them:)
#books#bookmark#bookstore#dublin#art#illustation#irish literature#writer things#book nook#irish art#thewindingstairbookshop
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Libro.fm's 2025 Independent Bookstore Day's Sale
This Saturday, April 26th is Independent Bookstore Day, the annual event that celebrate independent bookstores across the US, online and in-store. And Libro.fm is celebrating in style with a week-long sale of bestselling audio books! Starting today and running through April 27, shop and support your favorite indie bookstore by seeing what audiobook picks are on sale this week! Start shopping…
#Audiobook#Audiobook Sale#Audiobooks#Black Author#Black Fantasy#Book Sale#Books#British mysteries#British writers#Debut Novels#Diverse Reads#Essays#Fantasy Books#Frieda McFadden#independent bookstore#Independent Bookstore Day#Independent Bookstore Day 2025#Independent Bookstores Day#indie bookstores#Irish#Irish Authors#Jane Austen#Jane Austen 250#Kennedy Ryan#Laura Bates#Libro.fm#Mysteries#Mysteries & Thrillers#Mythology#New books
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bought a new book even tho I’m still 3 books behind on my goodreads goals. Help
#I’ll finish Jane Eyre first#then read the Winter instalment of The Peasants#and THEN I’ll read my newly purchased This Is Happiness by Niall Williams#I bought it bc Irish author Irish bookstore Irish economy support 🤞#shut up Sam#Sam reads
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Family protection
I missed Alfie during Flufftober, I'm not going to lie, even if it was fun
Thomas Shelby was preoccupied.
No, if he was honest, Thomas was just as terrified and furious at that moment, hurt inside, ready to devastate everything in his path, like every time he was told that a member of his family had been targeted.
It had perhaps been a mistake on his part to believe that it was not necessary to monitor Y/N after her marriage. Solomons' men took care of that.
So, when John had called him in a panic, saying that there were rumors about the kidnapping, or even the murder of their sister, he had at first remained frozen at his desk.
Since Polly had brought her back, this little girl from another mother, also abandoned by their fucking so called father, he had loved her. Maybe even more than the others.
The child was adorable. Shy at first, then smiling, with a crystal-clear laugh, asking for cuddles from her brothers, playing with dolls with her sister, and always wanting to be with them.
Normally, boys didn't accept the presence of girls. Poor Ada knew something about that. But strangely, with Y/N, it was different. Neither he, nor John, nor Arthur, could refuse her anything.
She came with them in the streets, in the countryside, in the trees. There were some limits of course, but he had shown her how to climb, jump, run. How to defend herself, if one strange day they weren't there.
Thomas confided things to her and her only when they were alone. The times he slept in the fields, she came to join him. That was often what pushed him to come home, because he didn't want her to catch her death. She stayed there, glued to him without saying anything, respecting his silence like no other member of his family, and for that, he ended up talking to her.
It was a false secret, that Y/N was his favorite. A secret that didn't bother anyone, since she was everyone's favorite.
So Thomas Shelby was preoccupied, because it was said that something had happened to his little sister, without anyone being able to clearly say what.
"She was in a bookstore." Arthur mumbled. "She goes there several times a month, to get books and read to the kids. They like it, she has a beautiful voice. After the session, she often has tea upstairs with the old owner. Men came in, beat up the employees and customers, before going upstairs. Then there was a fire. We don't know anything else."
"And Mr. Solomons ?"
"Haven't managed to reach him. His little assistant says he's… busy."
You'd think the same guys had come to Camden Town to destroy the King's Bakery. Because everything was in a pathetic state, and it was the doing of one man, who shouted orders from his office when he wasn't breaking anything that came his way.
If Thomas was preoccupied, Alfie had lost his mind.
During an important meeting with the Irish, he had let Ollie handle the business, and since the men had to be watched, it was a new kid who answered the phone.
He learned only two hours after his return that a woman had called. Not just any woman, his wife. Who was worried, because there were men in front of the bookstore, whom she didn't know.
She was smart, his wife. His tender Y/N, well raised by the Shelbys. Even if she was normally safe, she remained wary, thinking of looking behind or through the window, knowing all of her husband's employees.
The incompetents who followed her that day had been found with their throats slit in an alley.
Even though his patient was at his limit, Thomas let Alfie finish his tantrum, noting that he had left only the phone and the record player intact, which was playing opera to try to calm him down.
Y/N had disappeared for four hours now. He wouldn't calm down.
"They would have called, huh ? To give their fucking instructions. Or maybe they're scared, they know that my men, the most competent this time, and yours, are all over town, and that as soon as we know who did this, they'll be dead. But… If they don't have her… Tommy, if they don't have her, if she's in that still smoking pile of ashes… I'll burn everything."
"Arthur and John are going to find her."
"Yeah, huh ? You can sense it with your gypsy powers ? Your witch aunt read the cards and saw that my Y/N was healthy ?"
"Not now, Alfie."
Solomons growled, turning his office chair in anger and slamming it against the floor until it was all crumbs. It was only because it was his wife's family that he was acceptinf Thomas' presence.
And for his part, even though he wanted to blow his head off for not protecting his sister properly, Tommy sat there smoking his cigarette, remembering how it had felt to hold Grace in his arms.
When the phone rang, he stared at it for a moment, before looking at Alfie, frozen in the middle of the room, staring at the wall. He wondered if he hadn't heard, before realizing that the wandering Jew was afraid to answer.
It might have been the famous ransom demand, which would teach them that a lot of harm had been done to Y/N, and much more would come if they didn't do what the kidnappers wanted.
It might also have been the coroner, who had finished putting names on the bodies following the fire.
Slowly, Thomas put down his cigarette, before answering.
"… Tommy ?"
"… Y/N ?"
"Give me that !" ordered Alfie who immediately came back to life, snatching the phone from him before finding a softer voice. "Treacle ? Love ? Are you okay ? Where are you ?"
It turned out that despite the lack of practice, taking young Y/N into the woods to teach her how to climb, jump, play tightrope walkers and hide, had been a good thing.
Realizing that something was happening and since her husband was not reachable, she had climbed through the upstairs window on the courtyard side, hoisting herself up onto the roof, until she found a secluded spot to climb down.
Then, not knowing who to trust, she had stayed hidden until nightfall, to go to the closest and safest place from her position, which was her sister's house.
"Faster, Ismael !"
Thomas could have muttered that it would be better to get to Ada's alive, but he only clung to the door handle while the driver obeyed Mr. Solomons without worrying about pedestrians or other cars.
It was also useless to stop Alfie from jumping onto the sidewalk, forgetting his cane in the car to go and bang on the door like a madman until someone opened it.
Calm only returned when he laid eyes on Y/N, settled in the living room and already surrounded by all the other Shelbys who had been called after them.
"Treacle. Forgive me." he sobbed as he threw himself at her knees, his arms around her and his head against her stomach. "I was so worried, love, I thought I was going to die."
"Oh, Alfie. I'm sorry, I wanted to call you before but I didn't have access to a phone."
"I'm the worst husband. I didn't protect you. If my men weren't dead, I'd slit their throats myself."
"Let's try to talk about something happier." Thomas coughed as he approached, placing a hand on his sister's shoulder who smiled at him. "Did you hurt yourself jumping off the roof ?"
"No, I'm fine. Just a little tired."
"Strange clothes."
"Yes, love. You weren't wearing that this morning."
"Oh, I…" Y/N said, visibly embarrassed. "I may have "borrowed" a disguise. And money. And a car."
"She's our lil sis !" Arthur declared proudly, oblivious to the dark looks from his aunt, sister, brothers, and brother-in-law.
Maybe they had also shown young Y/N how to steal, but only once or twice, for fun, telling her that it was wrong, and that she would never need to do that because they would take care of her.
Alfie mumbled in Hebrew, which made her laugh. Probably insults without malice. He only let go of her to allow the others to kiss her before he took her back to their home, returning worse than a leech at the first opportunity.
When he proposed to add some of his men to Solomons' for her next outings, the king of Candem was at first outraged. He didn't bark only because his wife had already experienced a lot of emotions, but he would not let Thomas humiliate him.
However, in the middle of the night, certainly when Y/N was sleeping, Solomons contacted him.
"How many men, and what price ?"
"I'm the one who feels insulted now, Alfie. She's my sister, that will be the necessary number and for nothing at all."
"Hmm… You know, they all have something to say about you, your siblings. All of them, while you take care of them. I know it, I see it, but they are never happy. But not Y/N. No, my treacle has nothing but compliments for her big brothers, and you the first. Tommy this, Tommy that. She adores you."
"I adore her too."
"Hmm. Not as much as me, and so there will be fewer men than mine, but… I accept the offer."
"Glad we almost agree on something, Mr. Solomons."
He did not sleep that night, because Thomas Shelby was a preoccupied man by nature. By business, by his family, by the future and the past.
But as for his favorite little sister, he could have slept peacefully, knowing that her husband was there to ensure her happiness and protection as he had sworn during their marriage.
And if something were to happen, they would join forces, then Thomas would probably kill Alfie to punish him, if the madman didn't kill himself first to join Y/N whom he loved at least as much as her brother loved her.
#peaky blinders#alfie solomons#alfie solomons x reader#alfie solomons imagine#alfie solomons fanfiction#thomas shelby pov
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Playing GK, and I'm doing a "collectibles" run through Gotham tonight and went hunting for the street art in the West End.
(Sorry for the potato quality; I had to lighten the camera to make it visible in screenshots. Also, image IDs are in alt.)
I was surprised when the descriptor "Born This Way" popped up when I added it to my collection, along with a description of the piece being commissioned for Gotham Pride.
"Aw, that's nice." I thought. A nice little bit of world-building that ties in nicely with Tim coming out as bi and Dick offering to go to Pride with him.
So, anyway, art collected, I hopped back on my bike, took off down the street, and then reversed at full speed because I realized I'd just driven over a rainbow crosswalk.
"Aw, cool! That's a nice little touch. Wait a minute... is that an Irish gay bar?"
"It is! It's a gay Irish bar! Huh... I wonder what else is around here."
So I get off the bike, turn a corner, and start counting the rainbow Pride flags hanging over fire escapes and windows.
"Wait... does Gotham have a Gay Village?"
"Holy shit, they gave Gotham a Gay Village!"
"Wait, what does that sign say under the Pride flag... "The Quiet Escape Bookstore"... GAY BOOKSTORE GAY BOOKSTORE GAY BOOKSTORE GAY BOOKSTORE!!!"
So anyway, yeah. I have 154 hours in this game and only just now found Gotham's LGBT district.
#gotham knights game#no cops at pride just the batkids with tasers#image id in alt#this game has many problems#but this made me smile#I was such a batman nerd as a kid#this would have made me very happy
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Ways to consume Journey to the West (without needling to buy and read a full translation)!
I’ve noticed that a lot of people can’t read the book for a lot of different reasons, so I’ve compiled a couple of my favourite ways of consume the story while bypassing these problems, categorized by the various issues I’ve come across.
Note that this is mainly for English speakers, as that’s the language I default to for translations.
The book is too inaccessible/expensive for me to obtain physically
Journey to the West Research has an entire blog post dedicated to compiling free PDF versions of the book. This includes many languages, not just English.
I struggle with reading text in that quantity
There are abridged versions of the story, my personal favourite is the one by Julie Lovell—it’s approximately a quarter of the original story’s length, and mainly focuses on the most iconic chapters. These versions are also typically more easily found in local bookstores.
I struggle with reading novels in general
The story has been converted into audio form! Here are the ones off the top of my head, each listed with their own pros and cons:
Journey to the West: An Audio Drama Series is an original translation told in a read-aloud format, in which the host, Lin, acts as a kindly librarian reading to a group of awaiting 1st graders. She gives every character a distinct voice and personality, and she’s obviously delighted to be able to share her culture with the listeners. The show used to have free translation notes, where Lin gets to act as a disgruntled translator going on about the intricacies of the Chinese language and historical/mythological contexts, but these now require a subscription to access. This show is the reason why I know how to pronounce these characters’ names.
Legends Summarized: The Journey to the West by Overly Sarcastic Productions is one that I’m sure I don’t need to include (because of how widespread it is) but feel I should because someone is gonna mention is anyways. It’s a very summarized, very sarcastic retelling of Red’s favourite chapters in the book, accompanied by fun visuals and the excitement of someone who clearly knows and loves what they’re talking about. As Red has said herself, this series should not be your only source of JTTW knowledge, as she simplifies it a ton to make it more digestible. Great for people who are just getting into the story and want a general overview, not great for people who want a more in-depth understanding of the themes and other complexities.
Journey of the Monkey King is a podcast akin to a longform, more in depth version of the OSP series. It consists of two Irish comedians discussing one chapter per episode; one of them (Caoimhe) has read the book, the other (MJ) hasn’t. The format is mainly Caoimhe giving a comedic abridged version of the chapter while MJ gawks in horror at whatever absurdity the Monster-of-the-Week presents. Because it’s hosted by Irish people, there isn’t much cultural context given, and some names are butchered, however I do find this one a lot easier to follow in comparison to the Audio Drama Series, and it’s far more detailed than Legends Summarized.
Journey to the West English Amateur Audiobook is one that is on my radar but have not started. To my current knowledge, it is an audiobook version of the WJF Jenner translation, which is notable to me because most of these types of podcasts are derived from the Anthony C Yu translation, so this one would be a nice listen to compare how the two went about handling the text.
Please know that this post isn’t intended to shame anyone into consuming the story; it’s not for everyone! But I’ve come across my fair share of aspiring fans who couldn’t access the book in a way that suited them (including myself) so I wanted to make this knowledge more generally know for anyone else who might need it :]
#journey to the west#jttw#xiyouji#there are a TON of podcasts that discuss this book I barely scratched the surface#sorry for the monkey posting I have Journey brain atm#post!
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some smaller bookstores, presses, and museum shops to browse and know about! Most support smaller presses, diverse authors and authors in translation, or fund museums and arts research)
(disclaimer: the only three I’ve personally used are the Yiddish book center, native books, and izzun books! Reccomend all three. Also roughly *U.S. centric & anglophone if people have others from around the world please feel free to add on
birchbark books - Louise Erdrich’s book shop, many indigenous and First Nations books of a wide variety of genres including children’s books, literature, nonfiction, sustainability and foodways, language revitalization, Great Lakes area focus (https://birchbarkbooks.com/)
American Swedish institute museum store - range of Scandinavian and Scandinavian-American/midwestern literature, including modern literature in translation, historical documents, knitters guides, cookbooks, children’s books https://shop.asimn.org/collections/books-1
Native books - Hawai’i based bookstore with a focus on native Hawaiian literature, scholarly works about Hawai’i, the pacific, and decolonial theory, ‘ōlelo Hawai’i, and children’s books Collections | Native Books (nativebookshawaii.org)
the Yiddish book center - sales arm of the national Yiddish book center, books on Yiddish learning, books translated from Yiddish, as well as broader selection of books on Jewish history, literature, culture, and coooking https://shop.yiddishbookcenter.org/
ayin press - independent press with a small but growing selection of modern judaica https://shop.ayinpress.org/collections/all?_gl=1kkj2oo_gaMTk4NDI3Mzc1Mi4xNzE1Mzk5ODk3_ga_VSERRBBT6X*MTcxNTM5OTg5Ny4xLjEuMTcxNTM5OTk0NC4wLjAuMA..
Izzun books - printers of modern progressive AND masorti/trad-egal leaning siddurim including a gorgeous egalitarian Sephardic siddur with full Hebrew, English translation, and transliteration
tenement center museum -https://shop.tenement.org/product-category/books/page/11/ range of books on a dizzying range of subjects mostly united by New York City, including the history literature cookbooks and cultures of Black, Jewish, Italian, Puerto Rican, First Nations, and Irish communities
restless books - nonprofit, independent small press focused on books on translation, inter and multicultural exchange, and books by immigrant writers from around the world. Particularly excellent range of translated Latin American literature https://restlessbooks.org/
olniansky press - modern Yiddish language press based in Sweden, translators and publishers esp of modern Yiddish children’s literature https://www.etsy.com/shop/OlnianskyBooks
https://yiddishchildrensbooks.com/ - kinder lokshen, Yiddish children’s books (not so many at the moment but a very cute one about a puffin from faroese!)
inhabit books - Inuit-owned publishing company in Nunavut with an “aim to preserve and promote the stories, knowledge, and talent of Inuit and Northern Canada.” Particularly gorgeous range of children’s books, many available in Inuktitut, English, French, or bilingual editions https://inhabitbooks.com/collections/inhabit-media-books-1
rust belt books - for your Midwest and rust belt bookish needs! Leaning towards academic and progressive political tomes but there are some cookbooks devoted to the art of the Midwest cookie table as well https://beltpublishing.com/
#Books#shopping reccomendations#Targeted/smaller and more specific presses can be jsut as dangerous even more so as you find so many things you didn’t know you needed!#(But you do! You so very much d)#Esp if you’re feeling like something beyond target book club picks lol
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Funtime Freddy and fnaf 1 Freddy, or the names I gave them Festus and Flynn🗣️ Flynn is the oldest of the two brothers, Festus was born 4 years after while Freddy being the youngest was born 7 years later after Festus. The two grew up with a dad except for Freddy, so he mainly saw Flynn the closest thing to a dad whilst being his older brother of course. They’re all on the spectrum, bless Ms Fazbears heart for dealing with them all💀🙏 Festus was a handful while growing up (he still very much is) Freddy was late in speech that he had speech therapy for a year now it’s impossible to shut him up, while Flynn is more on the hermit side of the spectrum.
Flynn owns a bookstore, Festus is on the Utah hockey team and works as a child entertainer as well with his beloved puppet Bon Bon and also creates and sells puppets on his free time along with going to the gym, and Freddy of course works at the Pizzaplex. Mama Fazbear is a nurse and a part time baker (that explains why the boys are so big) and if anyone forgot from my first post, they’re Native American and half Irish. Their mom is the Irish one while their dad is the Native American, they’re from the Navajo tribe since it’s the biggest tribe in Utah alongside the Ute tribe.
And despite Freddy and Roxy breaking up she does visit Flynn in his free time at his bookstore to chat even though he’s not much of a talker but he is again the only father figure here which everyone can appreciate
#fnaf#fnaf fanart#fnaf security breach#security breach#vanessa security breach#fnaf ar special delivery#glamrock bonnie#glamrock chica#glamrock freddy#help wanted#funtime freddy#sister location#fnaf humanized#roxxane wolf#montgomery gator
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A Scholar's ink lasts longer than a martyrs blood
This photo and all others are available for print, message me for pricing!
#photo 5#Ireland#Ireland travel#ireland photography#discover Ireland#visit Ireland#photo diary#travel photography#travel photo blog#travel photo diary#travel blog#bookstore#irish bookstore#éire
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Not Much To Tell
Jess Mariano x F!Reader
30 Day Fic Challenge
Word Count: 1.6k A/N: I've been rewatching gilmore girls and I'll always be a team jess girlie <3
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of pregnancy and toxic ex who suggests “taking care of it.” *Want to clarify we are pro choice in this house!!!* All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989kmc1
“So, Doose's Market is right downstairs across the block, the post office is on Peach Street, bookstore is on Plum, and the bakery is on Apricot Ave.”
As you stood in what used to be Luke’s apartment which used to be a hardware store office surrounded by your luggage and all your personal belongings, you rested your hand on your stomach which was showing your obvious pregnancy.
“One more fruit street name and you’d have a salad.” Your voice cracked at the awkward joke but you quickly smiled at Jess’ response.
“Well I did forget to mention the gas station and Gypsy’s Auto repair which is on the corner of Cherry and Walnut.”
“Walnuts in a salad, my God Mariano, the years have changed you.” You teased your old best friend.
It brought you back to being 16 in New York and teasing each other, spending all of your free time together. In all honesty, where you were at in life you wished you could just go back to that simpler time. Where your biggest issues were getting Jess to actually show up to school and not mark up all of your books, But seeing how that was impossible, you’d have to make due with what was in front of you. You supposed it wasn’t all that bad, Jess had swooped in and come to your rescue. But when you spoke the words “the years have changed you”, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes move down to your stomach for a millisecond before coming back up to your eyes.
Yes, the years had changed you as well, although it was more like the months did. You were 6 months pregnant with no where to live, no where to go, no job, just $500 in your bank account with no expectation of anymore deposits to be made. But in this moment none of that mattered because Jess took one worry off your plate. A place to live.
“You know I remember that one time I came to visit you here.” Your hand cupped your stomach instinctually before moving to look out the window. “You met me at the bus stop,” you pointed to the bus stop in view, “and then took me to the diner and made me a burger.” With that, you turned back to him.
“Old habits die hard.” Jess shrugged since it was exactly what he just did. Picked you up at the bus stop and brought you to Luke’s.
“Caesar made me my burger this time.” You corrected him.
“And with no ketchup smiley face, I have to add.” Jess tilted his head and lifted his eyebrows.
“Really changed the whole experience.” You nodded in agreement and then the booth of you laughed.
“So, there really isn’t any food here, and I think the only soap Luke has here is an Irish Spring bar from 2002.” Jess was going to the linen closet to look for anything that resembled a toiletry. “But we have sheets.” He pulled out a blanket and a sheet from the closet on the side that used to be his.
“Jess.” You interrupted him, you could have given him a funny sarcastic response but you saw how much he was scrambling.
He was placing the linens on the bare mattress and turned to look at you, tucking his long hair behind his ear.
“I can go to the store, it’s okay.” It was then when you were grabbing your bag from the kitchen table.
“You want company?” He was asking, grabbing his keys.
“Would love that.” You smiled and with that, you were off walking to Doose’s.
The market was cute and had everything you could need in a off-brand label. Jess was holding the basket for you as you added in food and shampoo. As you two stood at the frozen food section, debating the art of the perfect hot pocket, Luke appeared.
The whole interaction was short, less than 2 minutes but it felt like eternity. He was talking to Jess about his mom and TJ, something that honestly was too complex for someone who was new to the conversation to understand, but for someone like Jess who not only knew TJ and Liz but also was privy to information regarding their current distress the answer seemed pretty simple to him despite Luke’s clear frustration. His frustration soon turned to fluster because his eyes moved to your stomach.
It was obvious, he did a full double take. Mid-sentence he looked at you, smiled, greeted you because he remembered you and then went back to talking in a distressed manner to Jess before his brain caught up to his eyes. His eyes moved directly to your stomach and then went wide as his stare went directly to Jess for an explanation.
It was obvious what Luke was thinking despite his lack of ability to say it outloud. The stutters that left his mouth were incoherent but obvious. It was then clear that Jess was related to him because he matched his uncle’s fluster with his own. Trying to explain the situation in stutters, grunts, confused noises and head shakes while Luke similarly flailed around.
When Jess told you Luke was willing to give his apartment up for super cheap every month, you had assumed he was aware of your situation but leave it to Jess to leave out any and all crucial details.
“It’s not Jess’” You interrupted the two men with a neutral voice. “He’s just helping me out in a tough time.”
Luke stood up straight, confusion still littered on his face but relief starting to wash over it. “Oh, uh, it wouldn’t have mattered, I just– kid doesn’t tell me much you know, never has and still doesn’t…” Luke pushed Jess awkwardly with a smile on his face. “I’ll uh,” He brought his hand up to scratch behind his neck and then brought his thumb out to point behind him and just turned to leave.
A chuckle left your mouth as you turned to Jess who looked equally frustrated and embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, he uh, is–”
“So much like you.” You finished the sentence for him and smiled before turning to the freezer section and grabbing the pint of ice cream.
Jess looked at you grabbing the mint ice cream and smiled.
“Toothpaste ice cream really?” He grabbed it from your hand and placed it into the basket.
“Always been my favorite, you know this.” You moved to the check out lanes.
“I thought maybe pregnancy would have altered your taste buds to realize the true disgust of it.” He started to place all the items on the belt.
It was honestly his first time really acknowledging the pregnancy. He obviously was aware of it, but even when he ran into you in New York a week ago he never really said anything about it. He just realized you were struggling and knew he was in a position to help.
“You don’t really talk about it.” You passed him items from the basket as he placed them down.
“I figured you’ll tell me when you want.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with you.
“Not really much to tell.” You shrugged and moved to the cash register as he unloaded the rest of the items.
“$72.56” The cashier spoke as they dropped the items into multiple bags.
As you went to grab cash from your bag, Jess moved and handed the person a large bill before you could even get the zipper open.
“Jess.” You said it calmly, but clearly feeling some way about it.
“I wanted to do this for you before you got here but I got caught up in Philly.” His eyes were genuine, and you took a minute to decide if you were going to continue arguing or not. Ultimately you raised your hands and stepped back and let Jess pay.
As you stepped outside with the bags in your hand, Jess immediately came from behind you and took them out of your arms.
“I don’t want you thinking I’m a charity case.”
“Do you not remember that you paid for everything when we were kids? Pizza, refilling my metro card, my CDs.”
“I didn’t pay for your CDs, just lended you the ones I bought for myself.” You corrected him. “Plus, I had a good job making stupid good money for a 15 year old.”
“Well I have a good job making stupid good money for a 30 year old.” He shrugged.
“His name was Glen and he was in a band and decided touring was probably more important than this. Gave me $500 to take care of it.” You blurted out the sentence while both of you were crossing the street, although you stopped to let the words flow out of your mouth so when Jess turned around he was a few steps ahead of you.
“Glen is a really lame name.” He said it so soft, and you knew what he was really saying with that sentence.
“It was the name of his band, too, The Glen.” You felt the tears in the back of your eyes but you didn’t let them escape.
“Even lamer.” He nodded.
“Thank you.” You stared directly at him.
“Don’t thank me yet, I’m ordering Thai food for us tonight and we’re watching Almost Famous.” Jess was turning around to keep walking towards your new place.
You picked up your pace to keep up with him and called out, “I don’t know if you want to give the pregnant lady Thai food!”
#Jess Mariano#Jess Mariano x Reader#Gilmore Girls#Gilmore Girls Fanfiction#Gilmore Girls Fanfic#AYITL#Gilmore girls ayitl#Jess Mariano Fanfic#my writing#garbinge
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In the last eight years or so -- which means it's not just COVID-related issues -- I've lost my favorite local coffee house, my favorite local bookstore, my favorite local quirky restaurant, AND my favorite local Irish pub with the 1916 Easter Rising mural, and now I'm about to lose my favorite local secondhand clothing shop. 😭
#pretty much all of them have to do with an inability to pay the sharply rising cost of rent in this area#the clothing store owner is an 80yo woman who never remembers me lmao but she's very nice and has excellent fashion taste#the bookstore employees actually wanted to collectively buy the business from the owner but the owner said no#because he also owned the building and thought he could make more by renting it out to another business#joke's on him the place has been empty for several years now since he killed his own bookstore SUCK MY DICK MOTHERFUCKER#not unrelatedly now that my dad has officially inherited the house from my late grandmother the county has reappraised the property#and we're anxiously waiting for confirmation of the annual tax to see if we can pay it :/ two attorneys have told us to expect#an increase of like 8-12k/year 😭 and yet california's democratic supermajority failed to pass rent caps 🤡💀#hound barks
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this is slowly becoming a short series and i THINK I'll only do the curtis gang (unless something sparks in me to do some others) but in the meantime here's soda & ponyboy and for this post it's johnny !
tagging @rinajjbp because they asked for this one, and i just thanked them in the previous one indirectly but this one felt it needed direction 💀
johnny's the feeling of smacking your head against a wall, sudden and sharp and it makes your head pound just for a moment, and leaves you aching for moments afterwards
johnny's the feeling of screaming to a song at the top of your lungs because it's the only time you can really yell, letting yourself be as loud as possible in the moment as everyone scream-sings with you; it's a broken melody
johnny's the feeling of pressing a cold can to your head on a hot day, needing just something to cool yourself down, placing the can on a new spot every couple of seconds to cool off a new area and really just taking in the chill
johnny's the feeling of putting your tongue to an open wound, tasting the iron flavor of blood and cringing but keeping your mouth there just to ease the pain
johnny's the feeling of having to ask someone for something even when you're too scared to do it, the anxiety pressing down on your throat and making you speak slightly stuttered and quiet but still somehow getting your words out
johnny's the feeling of laying down with a cat on top of your chest, breathing easy and shallow so she won't move as she purrs against you — wanting the little baby to just rest forever with you, even though you kind of want to move around to get more comfortable
johnny's the feeling of flipping through a book and finding a random page whilst trying to pick a book in a bookstore, not really caring for the rest of the book, you just want this one specific page to tell you how the entire story will go
johnny's the feeling of sitting on cold tile floor, feeling the separation of temperatures from your typical body heat on top to the cold against your legs that feels weirdly grounding yet also... overstimulating
johnny's the feeling of sea salt spray, in the way of how it makes your hair fill crisp and slightly crunched as you run hands through it, the slight scent of coconut and whatever else being prominent in the coating
johnny's the feeling of scratching a spot for too long and only stopping when you realize you've started going red, looking down at the rash bumps and feeling slightly embarrassed, and worst of all it still itches
johnny's the feeling of trying alcohol for the first time and absolutely hating it, the taste sliding down your throat painfully and making you wanna gag as it burns and solidifies in your stomach
johnny's the feeling of complimenting your friend and feeling good afterwards that you made them feel good with just a few simple words, because you truly meant them
johnny's the feeling of telling an irish goodbye, exiting the house silently and leaving no signs you were ever even there, and then laughing to yourself about how sneaky you were just to get around people
johnny's the feeling of mud on your shoes, the crust and cakey-ness of wet dirt and sludge making your steps uneven and messy
johnny's the feeling of looking up at the rain and letting it hit your face, embracing that freezing cold water and standing there idly in the middle of a storm
johnny's the feeling of running in a game of tag, the adrenaline and laughter making it hard to breathe as you pedal and race around to avoid being smacked on the back, in that moment being so free
johnny's the feeling of a dog's whine, that soft "hmm" of needing or wanting something, or sometimes just being a little bit disappointed because you didn't get your treat
johnny's the feeling of busted lips from chewing on them too much, an ache in every smile as you split back open the wounds from your nervous chewing
johnny's the feeling of putting a cowboy hat on, and feeling ridiculous because you're no cowboy, you're no where even close but still loving the vibe of thinking you're a cowboy
johnny's the feeling of wearing fingerless gloves in the winter; still being inevitably cold and wishing you had something to cover your fingers now after pressing snow into your hands
johnny's the feeling of kissing your mother on the cheek, even if you don't really find it necessary—whether it just be to say goodbye or tell her goodnight, it's always to leave
johnny's the feeling of playing random keys on a piano, sudden and loud and abrupt to cut through the silence, but still amusing and fun because of how nice it was to just press down ivory keys
johnny's the feeling of staring at yourself in the mirror for too long, seeing the image morph and noticing features you never quite did before and becoming weirdly disgusted by what you see... and then realizing, you're just looking too hard
johnny's the feeling of being too cold to sleep, curling in on yourself and shivering and never quite being at quite the right temperature, but at some point tiredness will still beat discomfort.
johnny, too, is just as much as a feeling
#I'm kinda throwing this one out without editing it much but I'll probably fix some of the wording later#my brain is out of juices because i had a long day buuuuut...#i still wanted to get this one out at least :3#steve will be next and then dallas probably#twobit and darry will fight for last place#I'll probably still only do curtis gang because as fun as these are... it requires quite a bit of thinking HAHAHA#ya boy can only chug out so many thoughts#anyways I'm rambling too much#johnny cade#johnny the outsiders#the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#character analysis#“feeling” series
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Bernard Black is what Murdoc would be if he was Irish and owned a bookstore. And they both have mushrooms growing in their hair.
#I know French Murdoc is evil but Irish is probably ok?#they’re both the grossest you can get while still being cute#gorillaz#murdoc niccals#black books#Bernard Black
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Reading a collection of Irish myths I picked up at the used bookstore and almost every single one of them includes somebody transforming into a swan, they were real big on swans back then
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Remembering our trips to Ireland on this St. Patrick's Day. We've already visited Blarney Castle twice and I'd love to go back again. My Irish heritage is probably why I love storytelling (writing) so much!
#ccandjt#writers on tumblr#writerslife#writing#indie authors#ireland#irish#st patrick's day#blarney castle
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