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[davidarc]

TCL's 2025 Reading Challenge Participation Post!

TCL's 2025 Reading Challenge Participation Post! Once again, I'm making one participation post for all of the many reading (and blogging) challenges in which I'm joining this coming year. Stop by my #bookblog to find out all about them! #bookstodon

[jdorian]

"you don't have to ship x just enjoy—" how about i ship whatever i want without some rando making it into their calling to hand out permission slips? maybe i'll enjoy the source material my way? maybe i find whimsy in shipping certain characters that others only see as platonic? what then? are you gonna steal my pillows?

[fictionadventurer]

So many types of books that have strong summertime associations that I spend all my time cycling through cravings for certain genres or books.

Within the last month, I have wanted to read/reread:

Jane of Lantern Hill by L.M. Montgomery

The Electrical Menagerie by Mollie E. Reeder

Valiant by Sarah McGuire

Retellings in general (especially Cinderella retellings)

Golden Age mysteries, especially Josephine Tey and Agatha Christie

The Moon-Spinners by Mary Stewart

Books set in locations that are not America or England, especially warm climates

Books set in wintery/cold weather settings

Science fiction/space opera

Superhero stories

Civil War history/Presidential history

D.E. Stevenson books (and other mid-tier vintage light fiction)

Wilkie Collins books

Graphic novels

And I'm sure there are others that I'm forgetting

[urlthatsumsmeup]

everyone: *freaking out about literally everything going on this episode

meanwhile me: *trying to figure out how the hell Morio Kart supposedly works when there’s not a single button Rei constantly presses to drive

[rtlstuff]

I know some people question whether it's okay to laugh at the billionaires dying in the obvious death trap (not me. HA! fucking hilarious) but one thing we can all agree on is the beautiful justice that the dumb shit moron CEO of the whole company is down there and he only has himself to blame.

[sesshy380]

Hubby made the mistake of hinting that we could use the credit card...

[carnivalls]

good morning. thinking again of juve and her dog

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

Afraid I must report that this TBR stack has only gotten taller since I took this picture 😅

[morganhopesmith1996]

@watchingbehindtheeyes I just got this book today at Barnes and Nobles ♥️

[syn0vial]

too many posts in the astarion tag like, "if you like astarion, it's only bc you liked [some dude character i don't give 2 shits about] first 😏"

[enidonline]

The bookstore the poets go to every just about every weekend has a little area just for notebooks and Todd, ever the writer, can’t help himself and buys one nearly every time they go. He ends up with so many that he has to start using Neil’s desk drawers to store them because he ran out of room on his side, but still doesn’t realize he has far too many until Charlie makes a joke about it. Todd ended up kind of freaking out about it because “oh my god I’m so stupid and wasteful how am I ever gonna use all these oh my god oh my god oh my god” Once he calms down Neil promises to keep him away the next time they all go.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Self-indulgent OC moments, but Wyll would be so disappointed to actually meet Gorion's Ward in my Realms. Never meet your heroes, I guess.

It's kind of like if you took the basics of Gortash and Ascended Astarion and distilled them into a 2'11" lesbian hellbent on controlling the world so it can't hurt her anymore, who also thinks failing to return library books should be a criminal offense... I mean as a character she predates them by a decade, but eh.

[bookwormscififan]

Good Motivator

Read on AO3!

A/N: Sometimes all you need to write a 1.6k word fic is one sentence. In this case it was "jealousy is a good motivator".

Warnings: Smut.

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Mad flopped face-first onto the couch, pressing his nose against the cushions and humming as he caught Mare’s rosin-and-ink scent in the fabric. Rolling onto his back, he held a cushion against his stomach and pulled out his phone, idly scrolling through social media with a quiet sigh.

Mare had gone on a “mini tour”, as he’d liked to call it: five weeks performing his songs to various bars around the state, meeting friends and spending time with Phantom, who was going to be bringing Jackie along because “why not?” Mad stayed home because he had a lecture to present in the middle of the tour, and for the first time, he had to present without Mare as support.

Now, there was only a few hours left of Mare’s tour, and Mad was really feeling the loneliness of not having his music man within walking distance of him. Flicking past some news articles about astronomical discoveries, he stumbled upon a collection of photos from Mare’s tour, pausing to scroll through the images of Mare singing on stage with a smile on his face, eyes shining as his hair fell over his face.

Something in the back of Mad’s mind screamed at the depth of the shots being able to capture Mare’s dimples so clearly, heart thudding at thinking of somebody else staring at the perfect imperfection that the scientist loved so much. Continuing to scroll, his grip on the phone tightened as he saw image after image of Mare posing with fans, having drinks with other people that Mad felt were far better than he could ever be, and he had to turn off his phone to avoid cracking the screen from his grip.

He looked up when he heard a car door slam outside, going to the window to see Mare heading up the driveway with dark circles under his eyes. With a steadying breath, Mad moved to wait by the front door for the musician to enter, pinning him to the closing door the second he was inside.

“Hey, star—” Mare’s confused greeting was cut off by Mad’s lips on his own, pressing him against the door as he claimed his mouth like he hadn’t kissed Mare in years. “W-wait a moment, darling, what’s got you so—” Any attempts to make sense were interrupted over and over as Mad kissed him, eventually pulling away enough to take the bag in his hands and drop it to the floor.

“I saw the pictures,” Mad whispered, nosing under the collar of Mare’s shirt in a silent search for more skin to brush his lips against. “I don’ want you going on tour again, didn’t like… how close you were to the fans.” Trailing a hand along Mare’s waist, Mad dipped his fingers into the waistband of his jeans before hooking his thumb into the belt loop and practically dragging Mare toward the bedroom.

Mare let out a soft huff when Mad pushed him onto the bed, using his grip on his shoulders to move him into the centre of the mattress before climbing on top of him. Looking up, Mare’s breath caught in his throat when he saw how dark Mad’s eyes were, lips turned down into a frown of concentration as he made quick work of undoing Mare’s belt and jeans.

“Don’ like them seeing you,” Mad mumbled, seeming lost in his own world as he mapped out Mare’s body with his hands. “Lookin’ at your face, your smile… dimples. Can’ have you,” he continued, moving to straddle one of Mare’s thighs as he pulled his jeans off, tossing them across the room before sliding his fingers under Mare’s shirt to hitch it up and expose his stomach, watching the way the muscles fluttered as Mare breathed.

“Mad,” Mare breathed, lifting his hands to hold Mad’s hips, gasping when the scientist pinned his wrists to the mattress above his head immediately. “Are you… jealous?” He swallowed thickly to mask the sound that threatened to come out from the power Mad suddenly had over him, blood rushing south when Mad nodded slightly, eyes glinting with something Mare had never seen before.

Mad danced his fingers along Mare’s shirt, fiddling with the buttons before tucking both hands into the collar. “Is this one of your favourite shirts?” he asked softly, feeling the soft fabric beneath his fingers.

“N-No,” Mare answered, tilting his head in confusion.

“Good. It’s not one of mine either,” Mad replied, getting a good grip before tearing open the shirt, listening to the buttons clatter on the floor before looking at Mare’s surprised face, eyes wide and cheeks bright red. “This is my favourite,” he returned to mumbling, tracing patterns over Mare’s bare chest as if in a trance or admiring a marble statue. “Only I can see this, right?” He asked, glancing at Mare’s face briefly before running his fingers down his stomach toward the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm-hm,” Mare hummed, throat suddenly incredibly dry as Mad shuffled down the bed to pull his boxers off with his teeth, the way he had seen Mare do to him countless times before. “Mad,” he whined, straining to keep his hands above his head as he watched Mad crawl back up the bed to have his face level with his cock, shifting his weight before nuzzling into the juncture where his thigh met his hip.

“This is mine,” Mad breathed, lifting a hand to trace the line of Mare’s cock as his lips parted and his eyes darkened. “These are mine,” he continued, tracing the dip of Mare’s hips before moving his hand up his body to barely touch the dimples in his cheeks. “These, too. Mine. Only I can see them.” Slowly, he shifted closer until his lips could trace Mare’s cock, meeting his eyes before suckling the tip into his mouth.

“God, Mad,” Mare sighed, eyes fluttering closed as Mad bobbed lower and hollowed his cheeks, wrapping his fingers around what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. “I-I love how possessive you are…”

“Hush,” Mad hissed, pulling away long enough to watch how Mare’s cheeks flushed anew. Taking a breath, he returned to sucking Mare’s cock, humming one of Mare’s songs softly and out of tune as his free hand traced the lines of his stomach muscles.

Mare threw his head back against the mattress, hands clenching into fists as he struggled not to run his fingers through Mad’s hair, and he let out a high-pitched whine when the scientist pulled away to undress himself, only to moan as Mad sat on his lower stomach and leaned over him to fish a bottle of lube from under the pillow.

“Stay home with me,” he whispered, pecking Mare’s lips briefly before going back for another kiss. “Stay with me. Don’ go on tour anymore, don’t make me see the pictures of your fans smiling at you.” Muffling Mare’s answer with a heated kiss, Mad lifted his hips enough to start teasing himself, gasping into Mare’s mouth as he pushed a finger into his hole.

Mare’s moans grew louder as their kisses got messy, fingers twitching while Mad continued to stretch himself, free hand moving to press Mare’s wrists into the bed. Opening his eyes when Mad pulled away, Mare watched as the scientist lined up and sank slowly onto his cock, breath hitching at the feeling of Mad around him.

“This,” Mad let out in a breath, lifting his hips before dropping back down, pausing to dig his nails into Mare’s skin, “Only I can see this. Only I can watch you fall apart like this, because you’re all mine.” Biting his bottom lip, Mad sped his pace up, riding Mare like it was second nature, rolling his hips and arching his back in ways Mare could only describe as sinful.

Mare felt like he was going to die: the way Mad was acting like he had any control was driving him crazy, and every time Mad’s hips met his own he wanted to hold him down and grind into him until he was moaning his name, but something made him keep his hands over his head, curious to see how far the scientist would take this.

“Touch me,” Mad panted, grabbing Mare’s wrists when the musician tried to hold his hips. “Not there. Touch here—” Moving one hand to his own cock, Mad keened as Mare started to stroke him in time with his bounces. “And here,” he finished, leaning forward so Mare could tangle his fingers in his hair, pulling him into a fiery kiss as he came, filling Mad and grunting from overstimulation as Mad continued to bounce until he made a mess on Mare’s stomach.

“You didn’t like me being on tour?” Mare asked with a chuckle as Mad climbed off him, flopping onto his back beside him.

“I didn’t like seeing them seeing you,” Mad mumbled, eyes too heavy to keep open. “They were too close, and the photos made my skin crawl.”

Mare snapped his fingers to summon a damp washcloth, taking his time cleaning Mad before cleaning the mess off his own stomach, then sent the cloth away with a flick of the wrist so he could embrace Mad. “I think that you being possessive is a new favourite of mine,” he whispered, chuckling when Mad huffed into his chest.

“How?”

“You being in control like that was hot,” he lowered his voice, loving the way it made Mad shiver. “Didn’t know you could get like that… kind of want to see it some more.”

“Well,” Mad answered, moving so he was half-laying on Mare, lifting a hand to trace patterns into Mare’s neck. “Jealousy is a good motivator.” When Mare laughed in response, Mad managed a crooked smile before resting his cheek against Mare’s head to listen to his heart, letting sleep finally win him over.

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@iamvegorott @rattyboyisemo @brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons

[sarasa-cat]

Hm. Readjusting placement of things on my computer desk for better ergonomics and ability to SEE my monitors without eye strain and discomfort when working on my graphics tablet as primary view/workspace.

And now I need to rework all the wiring.

But not today.

I suspect this whole week will be a game of micro adjustments.

[blueberry-ovaries]

having so many books i’m literally having to start a physical book and crossing off books when i read them so i have motivation to read

[mousegirl-cheerleader]

It's gettin pretty tough to keep squeakin I'll tell you that much