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How many of these have you read?

[academic-vampire]

𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰

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We Burned So Bright by TJ Klune is a queer sci-fi novel about an elderly couple on an end-of-the-world road trip.

WHAT’S IT ABOUT Husbands Don and Rodney have lived a good long life. Together they’ve experienced the highest highs of love and family, and lows so low that they felt like the end of the world.

Now, the world is ending for real. A rogue black hole is coming for Earth, and in a month everything and everyone they’ve ever known will be gone. Don and Rodney race against the clock to make it from Maine to Washington State to take care of some unfinished business before it’s all over. Art by @meruz.

Read an excerpt from chapter one below.

Chapter 1

Don switched off the television. He’d spent the morning in the garden, those pesky weeds returning with a vengeance. All that spring rain, he thought. And for what?

His husband, Rodney, sat in a recliner a few feet away. At seventy-eight, Rodney was a gruff and quiet man, his bushy eyebrows doing most of the talking for him. Forty years together, and Don could tell what he was thinking without a word between them.

“I know,” Don said. “It’s time.”

Rodney grunted in response, leaning forward in his chair, hands on his knees. His back was bothering him, though he wouldn’t say as much. But Don knew. Of course he did. He knew everything about Rodney. Rodney, who looked over at Don, expression softening.

“You all right?”

“No, I don’t think I am.”

Rodney nodded and stood from the recliner, groaning as he did so, knees popping. “Stay right there,” he said.

Don did, staring off into nothing. He didn’t know how to feel. Frightened? Oh yes. Angry? Perhaps; a little spark that whispered how is this fair?

But mostly, Don felt relieved, and oddly so. Not over the fact that the entire world would be gone in thirty days, give or take. No, he wasn’t the type to revel in the misfortune of others. His relief came in knowing how it would end.

Getting older meant he was running down the clock as it was, thoughts sometimes straying to darker corners:

Would it be the colon?

The heart?

A little pop in a blood vessel of the brain that caused one to drop dead?

The human body was a miracle that was not meant to last. He felt it in the stiffening of his joints. Stretch wrong in the morning? That was a week’s worth of discomfort. Get a blood test? Ooh, what could be found in that?

Now, though. Now, it was different. Now, the mystery of death—when, how, why—was solved for everyone.

Rodney returned. Don didn’t know how long he’d been gone. He carried a small box with him—oak polished within an inch of its life, a brass keyhole in the front. Roughly the size of a jewelry box, it wasn’t large nor was it heavy, but Rodney was careful with it.

He said, “If we’re going to do this, we have to do it now.”

Don lowered his head. “I know. It’s . . . You always think there’s going to be more time.”

“We have enough,” Rodney said. “That’s what counts.”

Don looked out the window. Clouds in the sky, wispy clouds that stretched above a green forest. The sun, shining. Birds singing. And if the people who knew about these things were right, all of it would be gone in a month. Either the planet would be cracked apart, chunks of rock being pulled toward infinity, or it would be stretched and stretched and stretched until the entire world was a thin, straight line, unable to support life.

The cause? A rogue black hole. A one-in-a-trillion chance, they’d been told breathlessly. There was a one-in-a-trillion chance a black hole would find its way to our little corner of the universe. Astronomical odds, and yet, now a reality.

Which meant chaos, of course. Military vehicles in the streets of most cities and towns. Looting, rioting, the burning of cars and buildings and people, all of it had already happened. They’d known about the black hole for close to a year, and in those early days, more things were aflame than not. When backed into a corner, an animal could be dangerous. Humans were animals, and deadly ones at that.

Over the last year, they’d proven themselves as such. In Arizona, a group of people had doused themselves in gasoline. As a horrified crowd looked on, someone flicked a lighter, and up they went in fire and smoke, all in the name of leaving the world behind on their own terms. In Nebraska, thirty-four people attempted to take the capitol, but ten of them were shot before they could get inside. Six died from their injuries. In Paris, massive crowds filled the streets, storefront windows shattered as people looted everything that wasn’t bolted down. In Cape Town, hundreds of people walked into the ocean and drowned. Some held children. Others assisted the elderly. In Chengdu, dozens of people leapt from the tops of skyscrapers while others looked on with blank expressions, waiting their turn. In Denmark, a self-proclaimed prophet said that before the planet was destroyed, Heaven would open up for the chosen, and they would rise into Eternal Glory. He amassed crowds in the thousands, his voice carrying over a packed field. During one of his pulpit sessions, he was stabbed to death by a woman who cried as she raised and lowered the knife again and again. No one tried to stop her until it was already too late. The prophet died choking on his own blood. The woman—older, shouting and screaming—did not resist when the crowd descended upon her.

“We’ll be careful,” Don said, gaze going back to the chest in Rodney’s arms. “Take the back roads. Avoid major freeways.”

“When?” Rodney asked.

“Tomorrow.”

And so it was decided.

When they’d retired ten years ago, it’d been unexpected. Both had planned to work a few more years, but then life happened, and both were pulled away in a direction they hadn’t expected. Rodney had worked for the state in a thankless role, filling out endless reports for any little thing the government could think of. Don had managed the office for a physical therapist, doing so for damn near fifteen years. And then . . . well. An ending, of sorts, one they had both expected and dreaded in equal measure. Cut off, like a limb had been removed without discussion.

Seven months in, Rodney had bought an RV.

Don had not been pleased.

Their friends—all older—had been excited. RV life was a different breed, they said. Why, buying their own RVs had been one of the best decisions they had ever made for themselves. A hotel on wheels! Sure, you had to find a place to park for the night—avoid Walmarts if you could—but there were so many places made for RVs. Hell, there were thousands upon thousands of retirees who’d done the same and hadn’t regretted it.

Yes, it would be grand, except the RV was an ugly thing: old, with dented siding and rust around the wheel wells. White, with a fat dirt-brown line down the sides. Not one of the overpriced RVs that looked and traveled like a bus. No, this one was more akin to a camper slapped onto an old truck. But its worse sin was a set of hideous brown-and-pink knitted blinds that hung in the small bedroom. Don was not a fan of those blinds.

Small wonders, the RV ran, belching out thick black exhaust from the tailpipe. Registered, passed inspection (barely), and guzzled gas like it was an endless pit. But Rodney was charmed by it, saying he thought they could get on the road, taking in sights and people they’d never had the time to see before. Don had never really considered himself an RV person, but he could picture it in his mind: long summer days with nothing but the open road, the sun setting in the distance, making the sky pink and red and orange. An audiobook on the radio, one he’d always meant to get to, but hadn’t had the time.

He often thought about that: time. How interminable it could be, and then in a blink of an eye, years have gone by.

Oh, the places they’d gone: To Montana and water so clear, the deep lakebeds looked within arm’s reach. To Arizona, standing before the Grand Canyon, the rock burnt red, the air sizzling hot. To the Appalachian Trail, hiking a good eight miles before calling it quits. To Wyoming, the Grand Tetons rising in all their majesty. To Utah and the Painted Desert, the petrified forest, rocks in impossible hues. To Tennessee and the Great Smoky Mountains, trying to reach the top of Mount Le Conte.

Years of travel, years of doing what needed to be done. And now, at last, the trip they’d been putting off because that made the distance real, something they’d long avoided. They had no other choice.

Don was seventy-two years old.

[somerabbitholes]

some essays to fill your time

Just a bunch of things I've read recently.

The Authoritarian Roots of India's Democracy by Tripurdaman Singh

Why is Everything So Ugly?

Casual Viewing by Will Tavlin

“You are Next”: Unmarried Urban Women in India and the “Marriage Talk” by Shilpa Phadke

Crossing Days by Thomas Dai

Inside the Indian Manosphere by Lhendup Bhatia

Optimism and Desperation by Camilla Grudova

Everyone is Cheating Their Way Through College by James Walsh

Blunt-Force Ethnic Credibility by Som-Mai Nguyen

When My Authentic is Your Exotic by Soniah Kamal

The discontent of Russia by Joy Neumeyer

On anti-political projects by Kat Rosenfield

'Correcting' historical wrongs is a slippery slope by Manu Pillai

[veejiez]

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ㅤㅤㅤ────VEEJIEZ FIC RECS! (18+)

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My all-time favorite stories. List will be expanded in the future. I try not to read much on tumblr because it changes my writing style (idk why lol) but these are the works that have left the greatest impression on me, and I hold them very close to my heart.

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ㅤㅤㅤ────MULTI-CHAPTER

ㅤㅤㅤVows of Duty by @alygator77

clanhead!Gojo x f!reader

This is by far one of my favorite fics I've ever read on any site. I am forever grateful for my mutual Summer who recommended this to me when I asked for arranged marriage fics. The angst stabs in all the right places, the smut rebuilds my love and desire for intimacy and real sexiness. Satoru's characterization is absolutely perfect, his flaws and development have me completely invested. The world building feels so immersive, like I am right there in the moment. And what I appreciate most is that the reader feels so organic. I'm so in awe at Aly's writing, I can't offer it enough praise so please go show her some love!

ㅤㅤㅤWhite Winter Hymnal by @feyrinnn

handsome tourist Gojo x f!reader

Falling in love with a handsome tourist after a breakup, on a skii trip? Yes please. I read this story when I was travelling, and it comforted me so much. It felt like a kiss on the cheek, had me blushing and giggling all throughout. With some hints of angst that ground it, and really beautiful smut that had me warm all over, it's one of my all-time favorites. I was so happy to have found it when it was ongoing, because waiting for each new chapter felt like Christmas. I was captivated from the moment reader meets Satoru (who is such a fairy tale snow prince) to the moment of the New Year's Eve scene which absolutely made me cry. Thank you, Rin, for putting such effort and sharing this piece—I'm waiting on my handsome tourist now (lol).

ㅤㅤㅤModel S4-T0RU: Personal Household Companion by @junos-chronicles

android!Gojo x f!reader

The world building blew me the fuck away, and the narration is just something else entirely. I got totally immersed in it. It's like a dream of Detroit: Become Human and Her vibes. It felt like watching a movie, like a crisp vision in my mind. I'm so excited to see where the story goes, and can't wait for android Gojo to fall in love with us hehe!

ㅤㅤㅤLove Hard by @alygator77

catfish!Nerdjo x writer!reader

I'm speechless. I'm a blushing, giggling mess. Reading this feels like a kiss on the cheek, like a warm embrace of a romcom. Satoru is such an adorkable cutiepie. I am so deeply in love with Aly's way of mingling realness with wit, and how she writes fluff? A MASTERPIECE. I can't wait to see what happens further. My heart already feels like it's vibrating reading chapter 1, I can't imagine how the rest will leave me feeling. Thank you, Aly, for pouring such passion into your writing, it literally makes my face red hot I'm all giddy like a child unwrapping a Christmas gift.

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ㅤㅤㅤ────ONESHOTS/DRABBLES

ㅤㅤㅤKill Me Or Kiss Me by @cloudykumo

yakuza!Gojo x femme fatale!reader

Oh my god the Russian roulette foreplay scene lives in my heart and soul forever, I don't think I've ever been more outrageously turned on by anything ever in my life. The reader has such strong presence, and pairs so well with the madman that is Satoru Gojo. This fic was so good, I couldn't sit straight, couldn't eat my pizza, had a crisis in public, went through two pairs of panties, and couldn't stop fantasizing about it (I still do some nights lol!)—the twists and turns were PHENOMENAL I felt like watching the scenes of a movie. I can't even begin to describe how this fic made me feel, I was completely immersed and nothing could disentangle me from yakuza Gojo. God himself could not pry my hands off that man.

ㅤㅤㅤJester Gojo x To Be Married Princess by @sixxels

Left me in total shambles, I was actually trembling and holding my hands over my mouth to try not cry. The dialogue is so beautifully done, I love how they speak to each other. Every bit of the way I felt like I was about to cry, and then the ending genuinelyOMGI'MCRYINGASIWRITETHIS... A TEAR SLIPPING DOWN MY CHEEK WHAT. ok so the ending made me cry ok i need a tissue. I felt like I just got stabbed in a vital organ, so thank you Six. Would have abdicated my throne so fast for this goofy man.

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ㅤㅤㅤHouse Husband by @bluukive

ㅤㅤㅤSing For Me by @bluukive

ㅤㅤㅤSatoru Mid Surgery by @cupidstrace

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These are juicy stories I'm currently/going to be reading.

ㅤㅤㅤOrbit Of Two by @warmsatoru

ㅤㅤㅤ500 Days Of You by @pillsatoru

ㅤㅤㅤFeathers & Lace by @feyrinnn

ㅤㅤㅤTell Me Pretty Lies by @softtashoney

ㅤㅤㅤChlorine & Peach Tea by @warmsatoru

[bookishfreedom]

on todays episode of “there aren’t enough hours in the day to read all of the books i want”

[theonlylivingirlinewyork]

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