#non-fiction author

[everettdemorier]

Discover the brilliance of Everett De Morier, from Crib Notes to Insightful Narratives, in his journey as a top non-fiction author.

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[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

"What will you do once I pass away?" The question came out of the blue, but such strange questions were par for the course at this point. Gamigin was nuzzling to your neck when you spoke, but he wasn't phased.

"I'll revive you. Death won't be permenent in Paradise Lost for as long as I'm around to stop it." You were running a hand through his blue hair, playing with a strand of it.

"But what if you don't revive me? If you can't revive me? What will you do then?" The dragon stopped kissing up your neck and shifted so he would be at eye level with you on the bed. He looked confused and hurt which almost made you ashamed that you asked the question.

"My staff can bring anyone back from the dead."

"Ok, but I age and demons don't what about that? What if I get so old I want to die to end my mysery."

Gamigin looked even more confused by your words. He didn't quite understand why humans aged so fast. He pouted in thought and stared at the ceiling. After a while, with a stern voice he asks "How long do humans usually live for?"

You try to remember your anthropology classes and what the avarage age of death was for your country, but you just can't put your finger on it. "I don't know, 70 or something like that." "70! Only 70 years!?!" He pushed you to the bed and pinned you to it with a shocked expression. His mind was working overtime trying to calculate just how long that timespan felt like.

Finally, he turns to you and holds your hands softly kissing them both. He stares determined in your eyes. "You are going to have the most exciting life ever. I promise you. What do you wish to do before you die?"

You've never seen him so stern, but the question was one that you've many times asked yourself yet never seemed to have an answer to. Gamigin's glare was starting to intimidate you so you gently slap his face.

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me nervous! I don't know what I want to do before I die. I just kind of want to see where life takes me."

Gamigin smiles like he usually does and pins you to the bed with a hug. His staff, which he kept in one hand at all times, jiggled lively as you both collapsed on the cottage bed.

"Well then, I want to cuddle with you and rewatch the 'How to Train Your Dragon' trilogy. And then we can play blackjack and whoever wins has to wash the dishes after dinner!" Gamigin proclaimed before kissing your cheek and nuzzling into it.

"Who tought you blackjack?" It was strange hearing your usually innocent boyfriend putting forth the idea of blackjack of all things.

"My brother Buer. He also thought me the dishes strategy as well. Jokes on him, I won." His giggle was contagious and you two ended up just cuddling and watching movies for the better half of the night.

If your relationship with Gamigin thought you anything, it was that you didn't have to live through bombastic experiences to enjoy life. You were having the time of your life just being close to him.

[heph]

do you think gale shadowheart and wyll would share smut recommendations with each other? based off that one party banter of wyll and shadowheart sharing lines from a smut novel they read

Yes! I have thoughts about this!

I think Astarion mostly reads non-fiction, books that inform him about the world around him, books about certain types of magic and bits of history. He reads a lot of it, but doesn't remember most of it. I think he reads mostly to forget his miserable existence back in Cazador's Palace.

Wyll and Shadowheart I think love their romance novels, spicy or otherwise. From fictitious Bawdry to fluff friends to lovers ^_^

My boy Gale stays flexy and likes both types! So he can have a book club w the romance girlies talking about the intricacies of the romantic novel of the week as well as a private one with Astarion to discuss stuff like history, where Astarion just listens to Gale info dump and occasionally asks questions or adds on tidbits to keep the conversation going

[bonerdonorxxx44]

[idontcarecarebear]

🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩A red flag in any book I read that makes me instantly put it down is when an author goes into detail describing the chest or sexualising the body shape of an underage female character. I hate it whether it goes into a heavy detail or does it offhandedly, I just have to stop reading it. Especially if the point of view is from a grown man who is supposed to be the protagonist I support while reading. 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

[huntermanor]

Just made a playlist for the novel i'm writing and I go from:

SHE WAS A PLAYBOY, BRIDGITTE BARDOT

To:

*scary, tense music from the Haunting of Hill House series soundtrack starts playing*

And it's AMAZING

[atsadi-shenanigans]

You guys. Y’all. What you do not realize. Y’all remember that post about the worldbuilding rules of writing? And one of them rules was like “author’s secret hyperfocus”?

One of mine is CAVES. Are y’all interested in CAVES??? Cause I’m about to take y’all on this journey into my years of hobby hyperfocus over here. Underdark with a cave nerd, lads, let’s fucking GO.

(Those are pictures I took when I went through a lava tube.) FUCKIMN CAVES YEAH.

[ceramicteapot]

i sit at my desk and shut my books closed as i physically cannot keep myself from crying anymore. the clock ticks away without a care in the world. with knots in my chest, it dawns on me- I'm alone.

i'm alone and the world won't wait for me and it won't be kind to me. people will always find a way to say something mean, be mean. the clock will always tick away. everyone will keep moving, even if i stand still in the same place for the rest of my life.

so i clutch my pen tighter. i scream into the empty room, empty house. the good part about being alone is the space you get. the good part is that you don't have to hide to not be seen.

i pick up my brush and untangle the mess my hair has become. it goes up in a bun after ages. so what if no one waits for me? what if they're all mean and I'm alone? i can keep moving too. i can keep being kind. i can be the figure i never had.

and maybe, just maybe, one day i'll meet someone like myself. or maybe someone better. and everything- every tear, every wound, every remark, every failure- it'll finally have a witness. it'll have acceptance other than the one i can give to myself.

i'll have someone who loves me better.

[slaughter-books]

Day 26: JOMPBPC: Non-Fiction

One of my all time favourite books! 🩷

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With her characteristic brilliance, grace and radical audacity, Angela Y. Davis has put the case for the latest abolition movement in American life: the abolition of the prison. As she quite correctly notes, American life is replete with abolition movements, and when they were engaged in these struggles, their chances of success seemed almost unthinkable. For generations of Americans, the abolition of slavery was sheerest illusion. Similarly,the entrenched system of racial segregation seemed to last forever, and generations lived in the midst of the practice, with few predicting its passage from custom. The brutal, exploitative (dare one say lucrative?) convict-lease system that succeeded formal slavery reaped millions to southern jurisdictions (and untold miseries for tens of thousands of men, and women). Few predicted its passing from the American penal landscape. Davis expertly argues how social movements transformed these social, political and cultural institutions, and made such practices untenable. In Are Prisons Obsolete?, Professor Davis seeks to illustrate that the time for the prison is approaching an end. She argues forthrightly for "decarceration", and argues for the transformation of the society as a whole.

[setesientecerca]

Sé que todo cambia y que a veces es inevitable mirarse al espejo y no reconocer en quién nos hemos convertido. Sin embargo, he aprendido, aunque con cierta culpabilidad por la demora, que los planes no siempre salen como esperábamos. Al cambiar nosotros, cambia también nuestra percepción del mundo, nuestras metas, nuestras motivaciones y, por supuesto, nuestros objetivos. Si hoy somos felices, no es necesariamente porque hayamos logrado lo que queríamos hace años, sino porque hemos aprendido a apreciar lo que el camino nos ha ofrecido.

[millionmovieproject]

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[whatihavebeenreading]

Book #16 this year, Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller

It was recommended by John Green on YouTube and it is just slightly out of my usual reading comfort zone, so I wanted to give it a try.

I expected a scientific non-fiction book but was surprised by the emotional vulnerability and how honest the narration felt. I especially liked the bit about the author's wife, and her older sister. It must have been hard to look at her hero or at least a person that she is deeply fascinated by and hopes to learn from and to find out all their darkest sides.

And also, the cover is gorgeous. There are illustrations at the beginning of each chapter by Kate Samsworth that set the scene so well and that I couldn't stop looking at. They are so intricate and full of detail.

[thereadmind]

👉🏼Top 10 Non-Fiction of 2024👈🏼

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