#read bam's book

[vykodlak]

officially have read 40 books this year. compared to reading 0 books from two years ago I think that's a pretty neat achievement

[breeeeeeezy]

when I was 12 years old I was on my first plane ride and really anxious about it. my dad was like "hey, chill out and watch this movie with me" and handed me one of his headphones.

the movie was Fight Club. I tuned in several minutes before the plane crash scene, which made me freak out and really entertained my dad.

cut to today. we're out to dinner and I'm raving about the current Palahniuk book I'm reading, Rant. he's seeming more and more interested - and I successfully convinced him to listen to the audiobook during his 9 hour drive up north tomorrow. while conveniently leaving out the fact that a major theme of the book is car crashes described in pretty vivid detail 😇

petty revenge 20 years later using the same author. fuck yeah

[navybrat817]

Lovelies, my daughter helped me pick out a new notebook and pens. She also wanted the same notebook and one of my pens. 😂❤️

[onecoolocelot]

gonna print out pics of rick from never gonna give u up n hide them in library books at the public library 🫡

[bloomynmoon]

Many many fandoms this time around!!!

[hungriestheidi]

i’m trying to read adwd but i can’t stop thinking about dori & george & kimi in your targaryen au…your influence…💚💚

aw shucks, you flatter me too much!!! i just wrote like 1k of them last night, lmao. and went insane with Photoshop trying to make manips but they came out sort of ugly... BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT AI !!! (actual edit under the cut)

i still have things to fix but dori's one is the best one i think

[runningwithscizzorz]

not an ask but I love how everyone’s first art piece of cotl’s caption has some variation of “guys so theres this game”

No because it was completely unexpected. Here I was, casually enjoying Lego Monkie Kid, when my roommate was like "Hey you know this game right? Wanna try it?" And I thought it looked like an actually interesting version of Animal Crossing, so I tried it... Then all interest of LMK completely fell through the floor and was replaced with silly lil Lamb guy and his giant fallen god husband.

[ravensprophet]

coming up w plot details and just general writing plans are always so hard and i feel like im failing and then i remember the fuckers who use ai and im like yeah im 100% better than all of those morons so just a reminder that if ur struggling with writing ur already doing better than so many others who expect ai to do it for them and your work will pay off and feel far more rewarding than those who typed a prompt into a generator

[deiaiko]

The story of a little boy named Twenty-fifth Night.

Inspired by The Little Prince / Le Petit Prince

Written by @deiaiko Illustrated by @cheer-soli-art Betaed by @jusalilweird

There was a little boy who lived all his life in a dark and cold cave. He built a tower made of rocks, so tall in hopes of reaching the ceiling where light trickled down from between the cracks. It wasn't an easy task, for the sharp edges of the rocks easily made their marks on his unprotected skin. But for him, who had no one but himself and accepted pain as part of his life, it was nothing but a little itch.

A girl showed up from the other side, bathed in blinding light that the boy had never hoped to ever see in his life. Her hair was a lovely shade of gold and her face was littered with stars.

"I shall call you The Twenty-fifth Bam," The girl said, "for I have found you on this night."

"Night of the twenty-fifth," the little boy repeated. At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to be lonely, for he was no longer alone.

-----

The little boy came to enjoy her company, and for once, he felt content.

His day started when the girl came, and ended when the girl left, for he had nothing else to distinguish between day and night.

He learned what longing meant. He would be bursting with excitement the longer he waited, and he would feel sadder the longer he spent time with her.

-----

"I shall go and climb the tower myself," said the girl, countless nights later. "This place is not big enough for me. It doesn't have what I want."

It bewildered the little boy, for he was already content with only her presence. "What is it that you want?"

"At the top of the tower, just me and a massive sky with stars that twinkles as far as the eye can see." The girl said dreamily, and the little boy knew she had gone to a place where he couldn't reach.

"What's so good about it?"

"Because stars are supposed to be beautiful, no? That's reason enough."

"How can you say they're beautiful if you have never seen one?"

"Because I believe so."

The little boy didn't understand.

"Can't I come with you?" Because what would his cave become without the sun coming to chase away the darkness?

"No, Bam. The tower is too dangerous for you."

If it's dangerous for me, then wouldn't it be the same for you? The little boy wanted to say. But instead he asked, "Will you be happier then?" With a silent plea that she would say no.

"I will."

-----

The tower was a place the little boy could never have imagined. It was colorful yet blinding, vast yet crowded, and the fresh air smelled like doom.

The little boy had never felt so small. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't really register what he had done, until a firm hand took his and they ran.

The owner of that firm hand was just a boy like himself. Unlike the little boy however, he had hair the color of the vast sky, his steps were surer, and his eyes were sharper.

The blue haired boy extended his hand and smiled with all teeth, "Shake my hand, and we shall climb the tower together."

"Why me? I am weak. I will be of no use." The little boy shrunk away.

"It's no matter." The blue haired boy's eyes softened. "Your company is enough."

The little boy smiled and shakily took his hand.

-----

The little boy stood by the balcony, looking at the twinkling night sky above. Soon the last test would be held.

"Those lights up there, do you see them?" The little boy pointed at the light above to his blue haired companion.

"I do."

"I think they're lonely. So far above, out of reach and apart from each other." The little boy sighed wistfully. "Will you leave me too?"

"Why should I?" His companion tilted his head, finding the question very absurd.

"Because of the beautiful stars."

"Stars are nothing to me but a myth."

This time it was the little boy who tilted his head. "But aren't they beautiful?"

"I wouldn't know until I saw one."

That was something that the little boy could finally agree with.

"Then what does beautiful mean?" The little boy asked, curious.

"You." His companion said easily.  "I have seen a lot of pretty jewels, but none of them shine as pretty as your eyes. I have heard plenty of songs and played different instruments, but none of them brought as much joy as your laugh."

The little boy blushed at the compliment. "Then I shall laugh more often, so that the stars will envy me."

-----

The little boy ended up being the one to leave, not by his own volition.  He lost his companions, so what reason was there to laugh? What reason for him to be beautiful if there was no one to acknowledge it?

-----

After years of anguish and loneliness, the little boy finally got his companions back. But something was still lost. Something had changed. Yet the boy didn't know what that was. So as per usual, when his feelings were tangled and nothing seemed to make sense, he went to the balcony to seek the answers in the vast sky.

His blue haired companion noticed and decided to join him in silence. It was exactly like what they did all those years ago, yet it didn't feel the same.

"I love looking at the sky. Bright blue at day and deep blue at night, it's beautiful." The little boy said, when he noticed his companion's not so subtle glances. "It is beautiful because it always reminds me of you."

His companion blushed. "Is that so?"

The little boy smiled wistfully. "When I missed you, I would look at the sky."

"How often?"

"Every chance I got."

There was an unreadable expression on his companion's face. "All this time, I thought you were gone for good."

The little boy bowed his head, not knowing what to say.

"So even if you're standing next to me right now, it somehow feels as if you're still out of my reach." His companion confessed, and it broke the little boy's heart.

"Then, hold me! See that I'm right here, still within reach." The little boy looked at his companion, pleading and desperate. "And when you do, make me stay."

His companion cupped the little boy's cheeks that were streaked with tears. "I see. You're no longer the light that was hung up above."

"I am not." The little boy smiled. "I am The Twenty-fifth Night, and the lights are my friends."

[luckyreds]

I’m in a Webster tunnel thanks to reading the those newspaper articles this morning.🫠 I can’t- I have a life and actual job to do but my mind keeps going: WEBSTER

[krytus]

"ian short for lesbian" is still one of the funniest name things ive considered. should my pen name be ian....

[satosugusbowlofcereal]

hey. hey how do i cope when the trope is two characters who were clearly meant to be together and look deeply into each others eyes every chance they get and know each other in ways no one else can and are very obviously shipped together by the writers and are literally WRITTEN FOR EACHOTHER and desperately in love but they cant be because censorship is a cockblocker please send help soon I'm loosing it

[godsworstson]

bam's ramblings about best friends

[catboydan]

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[kanerallels]

Just finished reading this loose Hades and Persephone retelling and I am. Having some Emotions

[twinprime]

funny how my days feel immeasurably long until i want to sit down and read and suddenly there is no time to do so whatsoever