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septemberkisses · 1 year

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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year

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The Arrangement was very simple, so simple in fact that it didn’t really deserve the capital letter, which it had got for simply being in existence for so long. It was the sort of sensible arrangement that many isolated agents, working in awkward conditions a long way from their superiors, reach with their opposite number when they realize that they have more in common with their immediate opponents than their remote allies. It meant a tacit non-interference in certain of each other’s activities. It made certain that while neither really won, also neither really lost, and both were able to demonstrate to their masters the great strides they were making against a cunning and well-informed adversary.

It meant that Crowley had been allowed to develop Manchester, while Aziraphale had a free hand in the whole of Shropshire. Crowley took Glasgow, Aziraphale had Edinburgh (neither claimed any responsibility for Milton Keynes, [Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live. Many Britons find this amusing.] but both reported it as a success).

And then, of course, it had seemed even natural that they should, as it were, hold the fort for one another whenever common sense dictated. Both were of angel stock, after all. If one was going to Hull for a quick temptation, it made sense to nip across the city and carry out a standard brief moment of divine ecstasy. It’d get done anyway, and being sensible about it gave everyone more free time and cut down on expenses.

Aziraphale felt the occasional pang of guilt about this, but centuries of association with humanity was having the same effect on him as it was on Crowley, except in the other direction.

Besides, the Authorities didn’t seem to care much who did anything, so long as it got done.

- Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

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lilithsorchid · 2 years

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The Secret History by Donna Tartt

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

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adamparrishsaccent · 10 days

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Pardon my first post but we, as a community, do NOT talk about this scene enough.

THIS.

THIS. THIS.

I cannot possibly express how much I loved this one little scene. I think it really set the stage for a relationship between Adam and Ronan, as well as the difference between the way Gansey and Adam handle Ronan.

Firstly, no shade to my man Gansey, love him and his weird little king crush, but I think this scene highlighted perfectly what kind of puts him at odds with Ronan and Adam. In my opinion, Gansey seems to have a “fix it” sort of mindset. Not that he’d ever consider his friends broken or in need of repair, but he doesn’t like it when bad things happen to them or they engage in self destructive behavior. He wants to fix it because he cares about them, understandably so.

When Gansey sees Ronan punching the wall, he’s quick to intervene and set him “straight”. He wants to fix the situation, make sure Ronan doesn’t hurt himself or do something destructive. He gets a little snarky with Adam for his lack of action, but Adam just simply answers that he isn’t the one who can kill Ronan’s demons. This is a very key difference between Adam and Gansey’s character right here that I think is often overlooked.

We all know Gansey is like the mom friend, he tries to keep the peace and keep everyone in line, and subsequently feels a lot of guilt when something happens to them. They are his responsibility because he loves them so deeply. This certainly has its benefits with someone like Ronan, who needs who’s levelheaded and composed when he isn’t. Both Gansey and Adam generally fill that role for him, but it’s the way that they do it that just GETS me.

Adam doesn’t stop Ronan from punching that wall not because he doesn’t care, but because he understands it in a way that Gansey doesn’t. Adam lets Ronan take out his frustrations because it’s not his job to stop him. Ronan has demons, he has gone through horrible things and the things that surface because of that aren’t always pretty, but Adam doesn’t try and fix those things. He lets Ronan punch the wall because he understands needing to do it. Everyone has their own demons, and only Ronan can overcome his own. It’s not anyone else’s place to try and do it for him, which I think Gansey unknowingly attempts to do for all of his friends.

This isn’t to say Gansey’s way of handling it was wrong or that Ronan should be allowed to just go and do whatever destructive thing, nor is it to say that one method of handling the situation was better than the other. Ronan very clearly needs BOTH Adam and Gansey when he experiences those lows. Adam allows him to express what he feels, and Gansey keeps him from going too far with it. I just love this little scene that pinpoints that key difference between Adam and Gansey.

I could also use his and Adam’s constant fights and bickering regarding Gansey’s insistence on always fixing things, but I will probably do that in another post...

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longreads · 3 months

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Chaos and Cosmic Order: The Year of the Dragon

It’s February, 2000. Lunar New Year is fast approaching. Grace Loh Prasad was just trying to get to China to celebrate with her family, until a critical snag puts her reunion in jeopardy.

Check out this excerpt of her upcoming book, The Translator’s Daughter.

The China Airlines ticket agent looks at my ticket, then at me. I notice the gray hairs beginning to sprout around his temples and his slightly oily complexion. He’s a Taiwanese man in his mid-forties, speaking unaccented English, probably married with kids and an elderly mother-in-law at home, all three generations under one roof in Daly City or Hayward or San Jose. He looks at the ticket again, then his eyes meet mine. His face softens with a mixture of concern and pity, an I-hate-to-tell-you-this look. I strive to keep my face expressionless, even as I feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I act as though I don’t know what he is about to tell me with a sigh of administrative regret. “I’m sorry, but . . . this ticket is for yesterday.”

Read the excerpt at Longreads.

#lunar new year #books #book excerpt

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incorrect-primarchs-quotes · 3 months

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Re-reading "Vulkan lives" because my brain has completely deleted any information about this book and

Baby didn't like being alone

#warhammer #Vulkan #book excerpt

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amberfoxerotica · 1 year

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Something stirred under the table, concealed beneath the long tablecloth. A slimy streak ran along my ankle, the touch soft and wet. A sigh left my lips at the delicate touch.

“I see. So your tentacles are good for a great many things then.” The tentacle stroked up my calf in response.

I looked deep into the tentacle monster’s eye as I traced a finger around the rim of my wine glass. Sexual undercurrents were clear in the tentacle monster’s penetrating gaze. We shared this moment, heightened by the secret, sensual touch hidden from everyone else.

We continued sipping at our wine, our eyes locked, sparks of desire flying between us. The tentacle smeared up my knee, then up my thigh. Another tentacle joined the first, slipping under my dress and pulling my moistened panties from my arousal-soaked pussy. I sucked in a breath as the first tentacle brushed up my slit, turning my body hot with desire.

“Two strawberry tarts,” a voice said, causing me to jolt in my seat and the tentacle monster to pause its advances. Our waitress had returned.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said as she lay two plates on the table.

“Oh! That’s quite alright,” I replied. “Thank you. The tarts smell delicious.”

“Enjoy them,” the waitress said before departing.

I looked down at the tarts. They were still fresh from the oven and decorated with strawberries. “Something tells me you really like strawberries,” I teased. The tentacle monster reciprocated by spreading my pussy lips and, at a glacial pace, gliding an oozing tentacle into me. “I’ll take that as a ye–ess…” I said, my eyes sinking closed as the slimy penetration slowly overwhelmed me.

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This is an excerpt. Get the full story here

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godzilla-reads · 5 months

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How unaware many trekkers around the world are of what a luxury it is to be able to walk in the land they love without anger, fear or insecurity, just to be able to walk without political arguments running obsessively through their heads, without the fear of losing what they’ve come to love, without the anxiety that they will be deprived of the right to enjoy it. Simply to walk and savor what nature has to offer, as I was once able to do.

—Raja Shehadeh, Palestinian Walks: Forays into a Vanishing Landscape

#godzilla reads #Palestinian walks #raja Shehadeh #reading #quotes #book excerpt #booklr #free palestine #booklover #book blog #bookish

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icecreamwithjackdaniels · 21 days

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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, 1924

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newvision · 5 months

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No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

#I love queue. I'm glad I exist #no longer human #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #japanese literature #literature #poetry #books #litblr #book excerpt #goodreads #reading #book quotes #bookblr #books and reading

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septemberkisses · 1 year

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To be loved is to be known; to be seen.

Excerpts Sources:

Is it okay to say this? - Trista Masteer // Blasted - Sarah Kane // Reassurances to Hades - Kristina Haynes // The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - T.J. Reid // My Mother/Madame Edwarda/The Dead Man - Georges Bataille //"The Last Poem in the Book," These Days (Alfred A. Knopf, 1989); Over and over again - Frederick Seidel // My Mother/Madame Edwarda/The Dead Man - Georges Bataille // Adult Children of Emotionaly Immature Parents - Lindsay C. Gibson // She Satisfies A Fear with the Rhetoric of Tears - Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz // My Life Is Pathetic! - Heather Havrilesky

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missinyouiskillingme · 2 years

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„You'll get over it...“ It's the cliches that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to greive over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 10 months

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In ep 6, right after Aziraphale asks if the Great Plan is also the Ineffable Plan, Crowley seems to realize something and says “You don’t know.” Maybe I’m missing something obvious, but…wtf does this mean?? I’ve watched the show twice through and I still don’t know lmao. Thanks!! :)

Hiya! :) Crowley realizes that they don't actually know what God's plan is, so they can with Aziraphale bullshit them to go away :D (like... oh you thought that the Great Plan about War is the thing? oh no, actually the Ineffable Plan is and it means something different...), in the book there is:

"Excuse me," said the angel.

The trio looked at him.

"This Great Plan," he said, "this would be the ineffable Plan, would it?"

There was a moment's silence.

"It's the Great Plan," said the Metatron flatly. "You are well aware. There shall be a world lasting six thousand years and it will conclude with—"

"Yes, yes, that's the Great Plan all right," said Aziraphale. He spoke politely and respectfully, but with the air of one who has just asked an unwelcome question at a political meeting and won't go away until he gets an answer. "I was just asking if it's ineffable as well. I just want to be clear on this point."

"It doesn't matter!" snapped the Metatron. "It's the same thing, surely!"

Surely? thought Crowley. They don't actually know. He started to grin like an idiot.

"So you're not one hundred percent clear on this?" said Aziraphale.

"It's not given to us to understand the ineffable Plan," said the Metatron, "but of course the Great Plan—"

"But the Great Plan can only be a tiny part of the overall ineffability," said Crowley. "You can't be certain that what's happening right now isn't exactly right, from an ineffable point of view."

"It izz written!" bellowed Beelzebub.

"But it might be written differently somewhere else," said Crowley.

"Where you can't read it."

"In bigger letters," said Aziraphale.

"Underlined," Crowley added.

"Twice," suggested Aziraphale.

"Perhaps this isn't just a test of the world," said Crowley. "It might be a test of you people, too. Hmm?"

"God does not play games with His loyal servants," said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice.

"Whoop-eee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"

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imkeepinit · 5 months