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@holmesiswherethehartis
... all right sooo.... I got into this book series and it's been two years since it's last book... I might be late for the party but I would like to discuss it, half way done with the last book just so you know
Update. Finished, satisfied, nearly cried in the last part
Well if you ever want some incorrect quotes
meme: last seven lines
@aurumdalseni tagged me to share the last seven lines I wrote. Technically those are part of my yet-to-be revealed yuletide fic. so have this (poor kid is 12):
St. Albans was in walking distance of the Georgetown house, and Gansey did have friends; he enjoyed the company of some of these boys very much, and they seemed to like him. But this hadn’t even occurred to him as a strong reason to stay. He’d made friends before, at camp or at the summer house in Maine, or on a transatlantic voyage. Sometimes he got a long-term correspondent out of it; sometimes he just got memories, or else a person to greet and talk with next time his family coerced him into some kind of social event. If friends were meant to last, it would work out.
What wasn’t working was being here – his parents always hovering, solicitous of his safety in a way that constantly reminded him he could never be safe.
This wasn’t a way to live.
tagging: @blueliliesblueroses @destroythemeek @yumearashi @charmingpplincardigans @shredsandpatches
“Exactly. The last thing he needs to know is that you and dad can pull priceless treasures and weapons out of your imagination so he can tell every professor at Aglionby about it.”
Ronan shoved his feet into his shoes and stomped a little, in part to make them more comfortable, in part to annoy Declan. “You think Aglionby professors believe in shit like that? They don’t have PhDs and whatever-the-fuck other degrees because they believe in dead Welsh kings that aren’t really dead.”
“Do you believe in dead Welsh kings that aren’t really dead?”
“I dunno, Declan, do you believe in imaginary dream shit that isn’t really imaginary?”
Tagged by: @likeadeuce
Tagging: @aye1captain @bpddont @kassabian-galaxy @mandrake-arya
“Thought you might ask what healing is then,” he chuckled to himself even though Yamka didn’t ask anything. “But Dad could heal.”
They watched as the girl threw a handful of ground in the air.
“He’d pasa little bubbles of water around, and we’d create tiny fish in them,” Tampa closed her eyes, trying to imagine flying water with imagined fish in it, and smiled. “Or we’d go around the village treating plants that weren’t doing too well: Mom would grow them or mend broken leaves, and Dad would make flowers bloom.”
“It sounds beautiful,” Yamka whispered.
“It was.”
tagged by: @blueliliesblueroses
tagging: @dannys-left-arm @elvencantation @fireandsteelofangels @holmesiswherethehartis [idk tell me at least ONE of you writes something]
Thanks for tagging me @aye1captain !!! Actually, I am an author 😅 I have not published anything just yet, but I have written an entire novel that was 421 pages on Google Docs!
Little was known about Batista Gagliardi before he came to Cosa Nostra. Then again, maybe little needed to be known. He was wealthy and well-off, with an affinity for breaking the law. He used to work as a boss in ‘Ndrangheta—the Calabrian mafia. ‘Ndrangheta worked very closely with Cosa Nostra, and Batista had transferred from one to the other as a diplomat of sorts. He was calm and charming, with the ability to be cutthroat when he needed to be. He made the perfect diplomat—and the perfect criminal. Pietro was sure that they man could get away with murder, if he ever wanted to.
Technically that’s the whole paragraph, not just seven lines, but the last thing I wrote was the villain’s introduction and LIKE HELL am I going to cut that short 😅
@schluesselschwert @chaoticneutralpansexual
@painfully-queer @tarasimauthor
Cassie: Do you have any shampoo?
Colton: No. I don’t like the way it tastes.
Cassie: You eat shampoo?
Colton: No. It’s disgusting.
Daphne: We need to get you a blood transfusion. What’s your type?
Danny: Funny, optimistic, preferably a clock spirit—
Daphne: I meant your blood type
Danny:
Danny: Oh. Makes sense. Come to think of it, I don’t know.
tk characters and their thoughts on cilantro (written by someone who has never eaten cilantro)
danny: doesn’t taste like soap, but he’s mostly just indifferent about it.
cassie: doesn’t taste like soap, but still hates it because her parents are canonically terrible cooks and Do Not know what to do with it, which lead to a lot of really bad experimental meals involving cilantro.
brandon: tastes like soap. doesn’t like it.
daphne: tastes like soap. absolutely despises it.
akash: doesn’t taste like soap, loves it.
meena: doesn’t taste like soap but she still doesn’t really like it.
colton: doesn’t know what cilantro is, but does know what soap tastes like and says it’s “not that bad, actually”.
zavier: tastes like soap, loves it.
Zavier, rolling down the car window: What seems to be the problem, officer?
Cop: Get the fuck out of my car.
once again, these books absolutely murder me with how cute coltons mannerisms are
Zavier: I do not have a crush on Danny!
Zavier: I just stare at him a lot, enjoy talking with him, and when he’s not there it ruins my day.
Zavier: Bigfoot, but shaven.
Sally: Mr. Clean.
Aunt Jo: You two are the reason I have anxiety.
Zavier: What should I be for Halloween?
Edmund: A normal person?
Danny: Less of a loser?
Aunt Jo: A competent human?
Zavier: I am no longer taking suggestions.
Colton: Let’s have a birthday cake.
Danny: It isn’t anywhere close to either or our birthdays???
Colton: The cake doesn’t know that.
Danny:
Danny: That’s true. Let’s get two.
Daphne: While I’m gone, Akash, you’re in charge.
Akash: Yes!
Daphne, whispering: Meena, you’re really in charge.
Meena: Of course.
Danny: Whats going on?
Meena: Zavier just got SERVED!
Colton: Served? I haven’t even ordered yet!
Judge: Order!
Colton: Cheeseburger, please!
Sally: My brother really hates it when I shorten his name to Dick.
Sally: Mostly because his name is Zavier.
Meena: Sleep makes me so mad. You know how much stuff I could get done if this flesh prison didn’t require literal hours of just laying unconscious?
Daphne: I can’t believe you just ran off on your own like that!
Danny: Really? What part of it was out of character for me?
Daphne: ...fair enough.
Danny: You’re clearly not listening. I can say whatever I want and you won’t even know.
Daphne, on her phone: tell me about it.
Danny: Last night, I murdered Brandon.
Daphne: Uh huh.
Danny: I’ve gotten the taste for blood. I’m a murderer. I don’t think I can stop.
Daphne: Been there, done that.
