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readingabookmostofthetimes · 4 months

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Happy 2024

In 2023 I read the following books:

Monterosso mon amour, by Ilja Leonard Pfeijfer

The Langauge of Thorns, by Leigh Bardugo

Renegades, by Marissa Meyer

Heartstopper, by Alice Oseman

The Lives of Saints, by Leigh Bardugo

Archenemies, by Marissa Meyer

Heartstopper volume 2, by Alice Oseman

Heartstopper volume 3, by Alice Oseman

Heartstopper volume 4, by Alice Oseman

An Italian Girl in Brooklynn, by Santa Montefiore

Volwassen worden is optioneel, by Marloes de Vries

De woestijndief, by Emmelie Arents

The Mitford Vanishing, by Jessica Fellowes

Wat gebeurde er met David, by Henk Hardeman

Queen of Shadows, by Sarah J Maas

Supernova, by Marissa Meyer

Wees Lucie, by Astrid Boonstoppel

Grijs, by Carlie van Tongeren

Zwaar verguld, by Chantal van Gastel

Over straatfiguren en wegpiraten, by Mijke Pelgrim

Anna K Away, by Jenny Lee

Zorro. The Curse of Capistrano, by Johnston Mcculley

De tweede stem, by Elin Meijnen

Mortal Engines, by Philip Reeve

De meesterdief, by Emmelie Arents

Nick and Charlie, by Alice Oseman

Stewardess Hannah in Parijs, by Petra Kruijt

Stewardess Hannah in Rome, by Petra Kruijt

Sintel en As, by Mara Li

Stewardess Hannah op Ibiza, by Petra Kruijt

The Golden Enclaves, by Naomi Novik

Welkom in Smartpark, by Mirjam Mous

Stewardess Hannah in Reykjavik, by Petra Kruijt

The Iron Sword, by Julie Kagawa

Gilded, by Marissa Meyer

The Syndicate, by Shelena Shorts

Stewardess Hannah in Barcelona, by Petra Kruijt

Stewardess Hannah in Amsterdam, by Petra Kruijt

The Pace, by Shelena Shorts

Stewardess Hannah in New York, by Petra Kruijt

One of us is Lying, by Karen M Mcmanus

Predator's Gold, by Philip Reeve

Stewardess Hannah in Praag, by Petra Kruijt

The Broken Lake, by Shelena Shorts

Stewardess Hannah op Curaçao, by Petra Kruijt

One of Us is Next, by Karen M Mcmanus

Stewardess Hannah in Lissabon, by Petra Kruijt

Wind, by Esther Walraven

The Iron Quill, by Shelena Shorts

The Hour of Dreams, by Shelena Shorts

Penthouse, Lotte Boot

Denken wat je wilt, doe wat je droomt, Gijs Jansen

Empire of Storms, by Sarah J Maas

One of Us is Back, by Karen M Mcmanus

Confessions of a Shopaholic, by Sophie Kinsella

To All the Boys I've Loved Before, by Jenny Han

Ivelle, by Laura Diane

PS. I Still Love You, by Jenny Han

Always and Forever, Lara Jean, by Jenny Han

Anders, beter, by Lisa van Campenhout

The Iron Vow, by Julie Kagawa

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poetrywannabe · 7 months

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Women

You don't know how eager I've been

To tell you about women.

Beautiful, wonderful, as a person can be,

They make me fall to my knees.

Women of all shapes, sizes and personalities,

Too divide to be categorised by human means.

There are no specific types of women that we know,

Yet I still fee they each deserve a poem of their own.

I am a simple woman with clear priorities.

#i still havent gotten around to writing the followup poems #women are neat #i like them a normal amount #bad poetry #original poetry #original poem #27/3/2023

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andi-studies · 1 year

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27/3/2023 • 86/365

went back to school today ! still a bit ill so i didnt do any homework or revision but were almost finished with the content for american history

#also had to do a ‘revise and have a Positive Mindset’ assembly #but i zoned out #andi studies #studyblr #27/3/2023

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goldenpinof · 4 months

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forever and always

#dan and phil #daniel howell #amazingphil #phil lester #danandphilgames #dan and phil games #gamingmas 2023 #my edits #pinof #Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire! 3 #43:27

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icedbatik · 4 months

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#Kris Letang #Pittsburgh Penguins #vs the Islanders #December 27 - 2023 #(Marcus Pettersson has 3 points so far)

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kybercrystals94 · 6 months

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Scars and Toothpicks

By KyberCrystals94

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2023 | Day 27 | Prompt 27: Scars

Rating: G

Words: 755

Summary: Omega worries about losing her brothers again.

[Author’s Note: Let’s just pretend for a minute that Tech survived the fall (which I am 100% on board that train, don’t get me wrong), and that Crosshair, Omega, and Tech have all been rescued…this story takes place after that. Okay? Great! Read on…]

Omega has a tiny scar on the outer edge of her left wrist. It is thin, slightly raised, and a touch lighter than the warm color of her skin. She doesn’t remember how she got it, or even when; but for as long as she can remember, she’s found herself rubbing it when she’s anxious, running her right index finger over it, back and forth.

She does it now, the imperfection soothing under her fingertip. “Do you think they’re alright?” she asks.

Crosshair sighs. “Why did you stay with me if you’re not going to be quiet?”

“I asked quietly,” Omega argues, pressing harder on the scar, making it feel more pronounced.

“They’re fine. Shush.”

Omega glares at her brother’s profile, sharp edged features that perfectly match his personality. She lets out a breath, louder than necessary, just to annoy him. By the glance he casts her, it works. She grins at her boots, but the gnawing anxiety in her stomach doesn’t go away, even with Crosshair’s reluctant reassurance.

She and Crosshair are on lookout while the rest of the batch works on the inside, searching for intel. It is a low-risk mission, Rex said; however, it's only been a few months since she, Crosshair and Tech were rescued from Hemlock. The internal and external wounds of their captivity still feel raw and exposed.

She can’t lose her brothers again.

She bites the inside of her cheek and keeps rubbing her scar.

Crosshair looks at her. “What?” he asks, a hiss.

“I didn’t say anything,” Omega protests indignantly.

“You keep messing with your wrist. What? Are you injured?” The question gives the impression of concern, even if the tone is discolored with ire.

Omega drops her hands. She hadn’t really realized she was doing it. “No,” she says, a grumble. “Just a nervous habit.”

Crosshair regards her for a moment more before turning back to the landscape. “I noticed.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“In case you wanted to talk about it.”

“You said to be quiet.”

“Changed my mind.”

Even after spending weeks together in confinement, Omega still isn’t used to Crosshair’s bladed way of showing concern for his siblings, serrated but deep. It is so different from the rest of her brothers but comforting in its own way.

Omega shrugs, leaning back. “Just paranoid, I guess. I know nothing’s going to happen, but...something might.”

Crosshair reaches into his pocket and pulls out two toothpicks, flicking one at her. Omega catches it, barely, but she can’t help the triumphant grin. Crosshair smirks at her. “Don’t be so proud of yourself,” he mutters, putting his between his teeth.

Omega follows his example, grinding the toothpick between her teeth experimentally. “It tastes gross.”

“Is there a flavor of wood you prefer?” Crosshair snarks, and Omega wrinkles her nose at him. He chuckles and settles back beside her, eyes returning to their watch. “You know, something bad can happen anywhere...even that precious little bed of yours back on Pabu. You could fall out of it and break your neck. Are you going to be paranoid about that too?”

Omega rolls her eyes. “That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm. I disagree.”

“You would,” Omega mutters.

“Ah, you know me so well,” Crosshair retorts. He elbows her. Not gently, but not hard enough to hurt. “My point is, kid, stop worrying about what could happen. It’s annoying, and it’s unhelpful. I should know.”

“Really?” Omega asks, looking up at him.

Crosshair pokes the scar on her wrist. “That’s your nervous habit, and this,” he takes out his toothpick, holding it out, “is mine.”

“Wrecker said you chew on toothpicks because you think it looks cool,” Omega says with a grin.

“Wrecker says a lot of ridiculous things.” Crosshair puts the toothpick back in his mouth.

“Are you nervous right now?” Omega asks.

“No,” Crosshair deadpans.

“But you just said...”

“I just said that worrying about what could happen is annoying and unhelpful,” Crosshair interrupts. “So, what are we going to do instead?”

Omega can’t decide if it is a trick question or rhetorical.

Crosshair rolls his eyes and says in a painfully slow voice, “We focus on the job we were given.”

“That’s it?” Omega asks.

“That’s it. Now, be quiet, or next time I’m going to make you go with Hunter, so you don’t bother me.”

Omega leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder. “You love me,” she singsongs.

“Don’t push it, kid,” Crosshair growls, but she feels his head rest on hers and smiles.

END

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#whumptober 2023 #Day 27 #Prompt 27 #Scars #star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tech lives [mentioned]#post non-existent season 3 ;)#coping mechanism #nervous habits #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #star wars tbb #fics by kyber

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tiny-buzz · 5 months

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#archive: 3/27/2023 #minch mondays #minch yoda #tiny buzz

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evillittlebirdie · 6 months

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Salvation (Kar'niss/Tav)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

The land is scarred.

That much Tav could tell without being as "harmonious" with nature as Halsin.

Tav sensed the despair pull at her body. She tried to ground herself with happy memories.

Her younger siblings. Icing a cake for a birthday. Licking the spoon. It's sweet.

Grief choked this place from the inside out. Once Tav learned of the curse's origins, she couldn't help but feel compassion for the broken man on the throne. General Thorm did what he thought was right to bring his daughter back.

"A stream once ran through here," Tav pointed out. She crouched down near the groove. She ran her fingers along the meander scar and nodded knowingly. Pity.

There was no one to make a birthday cake for her.

Tav's anxiety over her new companion kept her awake most of the night. Kar'niss could take care of himself. He was physically intimidating. No one would mess with him. But still, Tav felt uneasy about not laying her eyes on him since he retreated to the cavern's depths.

"My, my, someone has their head in the clouds," Astarion remarked with a cheeky, inquisitive smile. "You're usually so talkative while on these adventures."

Tav sighed. Astarion could always figure out when something was going on with her. "The drider… Kar'niss. Do you think I made the right choice?"

Astarion hummed lowly. Despite his nonchalant exterior, Astarion always tried to be a close confidant. Tav knew he was brighter than he let on. He was worth more than his exterior beauty and shallow charm. "That all depends on what you want the outcome to be. If you want a pet or not. I personally would have preferred a cat." He chuckled to himself despite Tav's annoyed expression.

"No one else would have given him another thought. Then again, no one else would have bestowed mercy on a vampire spawn." Astarion softened momentarily. Tav liked to see his face when he wasn't trying to defend himself. He had lovely, round eyes.

"Do try to restrain yourself next time, darling," Astarion warned. "Before you know it, half of Faerûn will drop off their abandoned monsters on your doorstep."

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Kar'niss didn't like the idea of Tav being so far away from camp. He couldn't see her. His strength was limited, so he could not follow her. But if the battle Tav raged the day he met her was any indication, she could hold her own.

"Your Majesty," Kar'niss whispered gently even though She did not reply. Old habits die hard. Kar'niss wanted to believe she was still listening to him even though her Chosen was near.

He wanted to beg and plead. "I'm weak, so weak," He admonished himself. His hands were wrung. His pedipalps scratched the air nervously. Kar'niss dared to wish, dream, and hope. The Queen, his Majesty, might one day honor him for his devotion. By serving Tav, he served Her. That much was clear.

He still remembered his obstinance. Tav felt empathy for the abomination he was and sought to heal him. And he pulled from her and growled at her like a beast. Tav should have beaten him for his impertinence or at least forced him to crawl behind her.

Still, he was relieved to hear her voice hours later. She called for him, and he rushed to the mouth of the shelter.

But when he approached the threshold, he saw the Pale Elf standing next to Tav. Kar'niss couldn't help himself but growl quietly. The elf reeked of cologne and pomp. He forced himself to disregard the elf, and he bowed his head towards Tav.

"Kar'niss, I'd like you to meet Astarion. He's one of my companions. You might have seen him during the battle," Tav introduced, her words careful.

Kar'niss remembered the elf who picked up His Majesty's lantern. Another growl rumbled in his throat before he acquiesced, "I remember, Mistress."

Astarion raised his eyebrow before his eyes darted at Tav. She returned the nonverbal cue with a shrug. "Well," Astarion cleared his throat, "Let bygones be bygones. Welcome to our merry band of misfits."

The drider did not respond to the Astarion's banter. He didn't know what the elf sought to gain from it. Kar'niss was never familiar with the other pilgrims and True Souls at Moonrise Towers. They saw him as a monster and wanted nothing to do with him.

"Is he always this conversational?" Astarion questioned sardonically.

Tav rolled her eyes in response before taking another step towards Kar'niss. The drider's forestalling stance lessened once Tav closed the distance between them. Tav extended her hand to him. Her hand was small, calloused from weapons used, but delicate still. A soft chirp hiccuped in his throat. He hesitantly reached toward her with his clawed hand. He balked once he saw the difference and yanked his hand back, taking a few steps backward.

"Gods, he's as bad as the owlcub," Astarion muttered before walking towards Kar'niss. "Look," he insisted, "Once Tav has taken you under her wing, she won't lay a hand on you. She's not going to hurt you. She's...sweet like that..." Astarion turned to Tav, and a small, almost invisible smile crossed his face.

Kar'niss could feel resentment burn in his chest. Even more, as Tav responded with a lenient chuckle. "Smoothtalker," Tav replied, her eyes glancing to Astarion before returning to Kar'niss. "You don't have to take my hand if you don't want to. I just wanted to show you something Astarion helped me with."

Reluctantly, Kar'niss nodded, "I will see whatever they wish to show me." It would be disrespectful to defy Tav just because Astarion had his hand in whatever she planned.

Pleased, Tav walked over to a nearby tree with Astarion and Kar'niss following her. Kar'niss looked at Astarion, watching with envy as he strolled.

Kar'niss was handsome once, like Astarion. Captivating even. Kar'niss never paid attention to veneer vanity. He was a devout follower of Lolth with aspirations of clergy. Male clerics were as rare as True Ice, but Kar'niss believed he could be one. He was punished for his arrogance.

Kar'niss watched Astarion's stride and attempted to move with such swagger. But with his many legs, he felt inelegant on his feet. The Queen promised him wholeness. If he proved his devotion, he would be a full elf again. He would walk unmarred.

He would be absolute.

#whumptober 2023 #no.27 #You drew stars around my scars and now I'm bleeding #matches #scars #let me see #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #kar'niss/tav #kar'niss

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tv-moments · 1 month

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Slow Horses

Season 3: Real Tigers, “Footprints”

Director: Saul Metzstein

DoP: Danny Cohen

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ms-m-astrologer · 5 months

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The Week Ahead: November 27 - December 3, 2023

Lunar Phases

Monday, November 27, 09:16 UT - Full Moon, 4°51’ Gemini

The key phrases for the Full lunar phase are “culminate, illumine, fulfill, manifest;” and “pour all your energy into your intentions.” Try to have healthy outlets for your energy, and get plenty of rest.

Friday, December 1, 03:41 UT - Disseminating Moon, 23°40’ Cancer

The key phrases for the Disseminating lunar phase are “teach, share, communicate;” and “ease up on efforts with your intentions.” Might get a little whiny.

Void of Course Moon

Sunday, November 26, 21:52 UT (Taurus) - Monday, November 27, 00:40 UT (Gemini)

Wednesday, November 29, 01:03 UT (Gemini) - 06:54 UT (Cancer)

Friday, December 1, 13:07 UT (Cancer) - 16:00 UT (Leo)

Monday, December 4, 02:11 UT (Leo) - 03:50 UT (Virgo)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Pre-retrograde shadow: Mercury/Sagittarius-Capricorn

Retrograde: Vesta/Cancer, Jupiter/Taurus, Chiron/Aries, Uranus/Taurus, Neptune/Pisces, Eris/Aries

Post-retrograde shadow: Saturn/Pisces

Ingress

Friday, December 1, 14:31 UT - transiting Mercury enters Capricorn

Not for long - Merc will station retrograde on December 13, and return to Sag on December 23. This little ingress is basically a mulligan.

Et Cetera

There are two Opportunity Periodss this week:

Sunday, November 26, 08:03 UT - Monday, November 27, 00:40 UT. “Use this for anything, from romance to creativity to serious work.”

Sunday, December 3, 10:13 UT - Monday, December 4, 02:11 UT. “Use this OP for self-improvement, relationship-building, or whatever interests you.”

A tiring week, and not because of anything strenuous in The Cosmos. I think we’re all just exhausted - if we live in the US, and if we got any time off at all for Thanksgiving, it was insufficient. We’re all ready for 2023 to be over with, but the prospect of 2024 is frightening. Ugh. Be kind.

#Astrology #Weekly astrological forecast #27 November - 3 December 2023 #Ms M astrologer

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sunshineandlyrics · 3 months

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