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"Quad god" Ilia Malinin wins 3rd consecutive world figure skating championship title after disastrous Olympic performance

Ilia Malinin is back on the top of the podium. Six weeks after a disastrous skate led to the Olympic gold-medal favorite placing eighth in Milan, the “quad god” reeled off one huge jump after another, and a backflip for good measure, to retain his world championship title for the third year running. Malinin shouted and punched the air with relief after finishing the skate. He also threw his…

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They didn't understand what had happened . . . It was as if something terrible—demonic—had happened to these young people as soon as they'd gotten married . . .

Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls

I love swearing in a public place because of sports💀💀

#oilers lb #literally the only one watching the game #disastrous

Find the Word Tag

Thanks so much for the tag, @marlowethelibrarian! The words you chose were, um

these snippets are almost all bonks

BURN

“Look up. Now.”

He did. He tried to focus on the soldier’s eyebrows, then his nose, his mouth. It didn’t matter. The laser burn seared his eyes, which wept instantly. But it wasn’t like staring into the sun, as he’d imagined. He didn’t experience the urge to close his eyes or look away.

Context: Futuristic setting. Character has been approached by militant police force with augmented peeper-scanners, apparently. This is pretty old, but it was an interesting find for me when I searched the word!

He gives a Mona Lisa smile and says, “It’s better this way, isn’t it?” He cleansed his dialect of its Smoky Mountain flavor long ago, about the time he burned the prints off his fingertips.

Context: Shiloh don't got no fingerprintz

Ruck Ward does not have the premonition the barmaid has, but he feels the phantom burn of their eyes on him. Maybe his time has come.

Context: Gee whillikers I sure like to burn people with other people's eyeballs. (Classic old west saloon scene.)

DROWN

Context: Trick has a really fucked up dream while in the hospital after getting creamed by a Miata.

A merry-go-round. He was the only one riding. Mountain lions with their faces frozen in idiotic rictuses bounded around him, paws stretched out, backs saddled, impaled by swirled poles.

Trick reached down and tangled his fingers in the mane under him. He imagined a speckled horse, broad back between his legs, clown music fragmented by splintering bone.

He dropped his head, chin against his collarbone, blinking to clear the chaotic swimming of his vision. His hands were full of orangey hair. He turned them over, gripping it in wads. Bore his thighs against the saddle, let blood drip from his nostril into the carroty frizz. His brain was full of grinding bone; it drowned out everything else.

His hands drooped apart, revealing a human neck. A silky dress with a lacy rim. The silhouette of a bitchin’ mullet below him. Under his saddle, the frame of an impossibly tiny man hunched over underneath him, poked through with the glitzy gold pole.

Trick woke up thrashing, and narrowly avoided kicking the nurse assigned to him in the jaw.

SUFFOCATE

Context AND !!!CONTENT WARNING!!!: Oh no, this one's fucked up too! Shady has turned into a werewolf and is eating his sister in the root cellar while their older brother guards the door. No one should read this, honestly; I don't even know what kind of content warning to slap on it. It's a family of deranged, deeply isolated moonshiners in the 1920s.

She says, “Oh, Shady,” a little louder. Argent is aware of something else — something quaking his chest like a winter thunderstorm. Deafeningly silent, suffocating. And his sister is saying, “Oh, Shady,” and her voice is growing higher and louder, the words coming closer together before they wrench apart into a scream every bit as animal as a bobcat’s cry out in the woods. The hand that’s not gripping the shotgun dives into his pants and he shudders the door from the outside as the screams intensify then gargle and sputter into silence.

CHOKE

Context: Shiloh has a poem written for him read aloud to him and thinks deranged thoughts about it idk every single one of these words has brought forth such unhinged writing snippets y'all please don't stop liking me lmfao

Not in a hundred years would he have thought he would receive poetry; that he would be anybody’s muse. And maybe that wasn’t exactly what was going on, but it was the way he chose to look at it. And, and! maybe it was about Shiloh stabbing him, and fucking him, and devouring his heart, but that was their love language. Not so much these days, thankfully, but that was how it all started. He still felt desperate to sink his teeth in deeper. He'd love to carve initials on his heart, or just choke it down and lock it inside himself. Hold it for him; keep it safe and coyote-temperature until the end.

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