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isitandwonder · 5 years

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i go back and forth with, yea the dude is dating this girl, so what. to wow its kinda funny all this is happening now right around the release of their movie. and the editor or whatever of cmbyn says that yesterday and today theyre wandering around together and shes wearing his shirt. idk, maybe its both their together and their playing it up. or its all fake. or its real. dont get it lol best to keep it light tho and realize the only real love is btwn him and armie lolol

Oh,nonnie, you asked (or maybe not lol):

What is truth? That question is keeping philosophers going since the old Greeks. Can we ever know what another person truely thinks and feels? What do we really know about people we interact with personally? We live in our cave and stare at shadows. So how can we assume anything about people we really don’t know at all?

Well, there are a few approaches. One is that you admit that you know nothing, that everything you believe (not know) is made up in your head anyway, so you can built YOUR OWN FANTASY. And it’s nothing wrong with that, as long as you stay aware that IT IS A FANTASY. You can’t prove or disprove a fantasy because it’s all in your head anyway, it’s highly subjective and made up.

And we are not curing cancer here, this is fun, so believe what you want if it helps you getting on with your life.

And isn’t it nice if you write or draw about THIS FANTASY and post it in fan spaces and find likeminded people with similar FANTASIES and you share them and a fandom grows and everyone has fun and is happy?

So, if, in this regard and context, for you, A&T are the greatest love story that ever happened, or LRD&T are the greates love story that ever happened, or Tim is secretly a shapeshifter, or a vampire, or is boning Glen Close - FINE! Knock yourself out. Believe what you want. Only, don’t insult or ridicule those who SHIP/dream/believe something else. Because no ship (aka FANTASY) is better than the other and there’s no truth to be found in a FANTASY. You either believe it or not and believe something else. It’s totally subjective and - as a FANTASY- there’s nothing wrong with that.

Trying to prove a fantasy is what leads to insanity. Believe me, it’s not that I wasn’t tempted at one point. Only, you know, I’m a scientist. And in science, when we start an experiment, we have a question or an assumption that we want to prove, not already an answer.

Because I don’t have to prove something that I know is true. You still with me? When I start to look for clues that A&T are together, lead by my knowledge (not assumption or question if) that they are together, of course I will only prove what I started with in the first place and ignore/disregard everything that speaks against my knowledge because I’ve known the truth from the beginning and will produce a narrative accordingly. This is called confirmation bias.

In that context, even the absence of proof is proof for something - and at this point, you can’t argue with people who work like this because they have made their mind up long before they entered the argument. They had the answer before the question. For them, there isn’t an argument at all, because they KNOW. End of story.

True, sometimes the dog NOT barking is evidence. But for that to work there has to be a dog in the first place. If you don’t know that there is a dog, it not barking proves nothing.

So, again, can’t we know anything about anything? Well, there’s a thing called probability. Not all arguments are equally valid, some are more reasonable than others because we have experience, context, and from that we draw conclusions re the probability of things.

But lets first look at the evidence presented in favour of certain theories. I’ve been on this train for over 2 years. I saw a lot of the things going round in fandom and taken as proof for or against something now as it happened - and I have to say, many things got taken out of context and were blown up to much more proportian and meaning than at the time things happened. Pics have been cut in certain ways so people have been removed to make them look more intimate. Things no one has ever seen or knows anything about are suddenly taken as facts (a marriage contract, for example) just because they’ve been repeated so often by fans that they’ve been talked into existing.

These proofs are often photographic ‘evidence’. But pictures lie. And can be manipulated. What we see in them depends on lighting, angels etc. If you take a pic or vid out of context it can look as if it shows something totally different than it originally did. So never base anything solely on a single picture you didn’t even take yourself. Always ask for the context it has been taken in. Is it a fan snapshot? Is it a directed photoshoot? Has it been made during an official promo event? These things matter to determine the validity of the things show in these pictures.

For example, look at this:

Isn’t that a lovely pic of A&T? Doesn’t T look totally shagged out, bathing in the afterglow while Armie tells the world: ‘Look, he is mine!’ This is the photo as I saw it on tumblr.

This is the original:

As you can see, Tim is probably laughing at something Petra Collins says to him. This changes the whole context. And these things happened quite often in the early days because we were shippers, we knew that we were wearing our shipper goggles, we spun a FANTASY, quite aware that what we were doing was playing freely with the facts. It wasn’t about proving something, it was about illustrating a fantasy. Taking these things now as proof for anything is absurd.

Same goes for interviews. These can be cut and edited in certain ways. Watch a whole press conference, not just the part your shipper heart loves if you want to get the whole picture (or live in the one sentence that makes your shipper heart flutter if this is just about your FANTASY).

As said in the beginning: no one on here knows these people and their circumstances. We didn’t even go to school with them, worked with them, or are their neighbours or in any direct contact with them whatsoever. So we base our judgement solely on currated content provided by them or people close to them, and public appearances that happen in a certain context like a movie premiere, and on very random public sightings by people we also don’t know and whose statements we can’t verify.

We can’t really built anything about their private lives upon these things, can we? It’s all highly speculative.

Okay, after having discussed the reliability of our evidence, lets move on to how to sort it. There is this thing called probability. In theory, everything is equally likely over an infinite period of time. But in reality, humans are able to learn from experience. And experience teaches us that some things are more likely than others.

Then there are facts. Facts are things we know to be true because they haven’t been falsified yet. For example, Armie is married. I know, there are many rumors going around about the state of his marriage, but as long as he’s not publicly divorced he got publicly married to EC and that’s the only thing we can work with. Otherwise, our already pretty sketchy footing slips away completely if we only work with hearsay, specualtion and gossip, and we end up with a fantasy again.

So, in our case: do we really think that friends, family, spouses, girlfriends, colleagues, ex-colleagues, ‘the press’ and random people on the internet are all conspiring since June 2016 together to hide that two actors - who to large parts of the world are totally unknown - are in a relationship, when, on the other hand, we have photographic evidence from multiple independent sources - and in Armie’s case even a marriage certificate and 2 children - showing that they are both with someone else?

Okay, but we’ve discussed the unreliability of photos. True. But it’s not just one cropped pic showing T with LRD. There are many, taken over a long period, by different people, professionally and privately. That makes them being a fact much more probable because why should all these people, who took those pics and reported sightings and don’t know each other and do gain nothing from their lies, lie? Isn’t it much more probable that what these pics show us is the truth?

On the other hand, what solid evidence do we have that A&T are a couple? We don’t even have one photo showing them kissing outside of a movie they made together 3 years ago. Compare this to pap and private pics of T&LRD kissing, that have been taken over a period of a year by different people. What does probability tell us here? That something we’ve never seen is more likely to be happening than something we’ve seen on different occasions, documented by different people independently for 12 months?

Isn’t it more likely that a man who’s never been seen out in public romantically involved with another man, who is married for years and has 2 children - is straight?

Isn’t it more likely that another man, who’s never been seen out in public romantically involved with another man either, who’s only other relationship the public knows of was with a girl, who - if he talks about his private life at all - talks about kissing a girl or wanting to impress a girl, who’s been photographed at different occasions by different people kissing a girl - is straight?

Leave aside what you want them to be and look at the facts, as sketchy as they are.

If you look seriously at what little facts we have - there is nothing reliable connecting A&T romantically that can’t be explained by them being friends and having filmed a movie together over 3 years ago. Everything else is subjective, projection, hearsay, wishful thinking, a fantasy, shipping, gossip, rumors.

Documented facts show us that their reality is incongruent with our ship. And if we start to disregard those facts it leads to sending hate to these very people because fans who took a ship for something real feel betrayed. So, please, sort facts from fantasy, take a look at the facts (not at projection, hearsay, wishful thinking, a fantasy, shipping, gossip, rumors) and draw your own conclusion.

What do you think is more probable when you look at proven facts? Probable, not true. There’s the possibility that I might get proven wrong someday. But, to me, all real evidence points towards T&LRD and AH&EC.

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ddae208e · 5 years

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Devilment (taekook au) 2

Genre: angst Word count: 1,694 This is part 2. Part 1,

Jungkook is a young and naive boy, so who is to blame him when even he cannot resist the devil?

누나 (noona) = males speaking to older females

A kid of his age should not be seen in such a horrible place. The two truths about it, are that sickly diseases target young kids too, and that hospitals are not such horrible places. It is their goal to help people get better, but sometimes simply having a goal does not help you achieve it, meaning you will need some backup.

“Please let me go outside, 누나, I promise I will be careful!” The longing in Jungkook’s voice made her heart slightly ache. “I’m sorry, Jeon, but you’re too sick to do that.” His heart shatters along with his hopes. Never had she called him by the last name, only when they first met and when his parents are nearby.

Jungkook gazes out the window with soft eyes and lips apart. The only audible sounds in the room are the raindrops hitting the window and his shallow breaths. Until a loud bam echoes through the room and Jungkook is startled. He turns his head in all directions in panic, eyes wide as he searches for something that he does not even know what is. His head turns to look out the window again, but a huge shadow blocks his sight. “Hello,” mutters a deep and husky voice. Jungkook believes this to be one of his friends trying to prank him. Like that one time they sneaked outside of his house at 2 am on a school night and climbed a tree to try and enter his room without waking him. How unlucky of him to have forgotten to close his window, for normally his mother would have reminded him, but she was visiting her pregnant friend along with Jungkook’s father. And his friends had no mercy as they pushed the window completely open and climbed in and whispered in Jungkook’s ears, so he woke up to their staring faces with ketchup painted on as blood and black lenses they had stolen from their sisters to look like demons or vampires. Only this time his friends are not pranking him. They do not even know which hospital room he lies in, for they have not spoken since Jungkook’s last day at school. A couple of years ago.

“I am a very curious creature. Would you mind telling me something?” A tall man with blonde hair covering his eyes asks. “To the left of the corridor, a huge cabinet stands. What is inside it?” his lips form a straight line and dark clouds appear whenever he speaks. “I wouldn’t know, sir,” Jungkook says with a quivering lip and secretly prays that his nurse would come in and make the shadowy man disappear. “What do you say we open it together?” Something about his way of speaking and including the kid in his speech makes Jungkook hesitantly nod his head. The man sneers and Jungkook smilingly throws the blue bedsheets off of him and rises to his feet. The smile is soon knocked off of his face though. “But my nurse took the keys right before she left.” The man smiles. “Here you go,” he says as he reaches his hand out toward Jungkook’s. “This key can bring you anywhere.” Jungkook’s eyes sparkle as soon as the words leave the man’s mouth. “Outside?” Jungkook asks and the man nods. Jungkook’s gaze shifts from the key to the man’s eyes. Key, eyes, key, eyes. Repeating. “Take the key and I shall leave. I shall not interfere with your decision.” And so Jungkook grabs the key and as he does, the man turns to dust right in front of Jungkook’s eyes. A little dust lies on his hand along with the key. As soon as Jungkook notices, he blows the dust off of his hand and runs toward the corridor and then to the left. His breath hitches and his heart beats faster, louder and harder in his chest than it ever had done before. The chains raked around the brown cabinet shines directly into Jungkook’s eyes. Slowly but surely his left-hand grabs the lock and brings his right hand, holding the key, toward the lock in the other hand. When he hears the click, he feels as if a huge spotlight has been turned his way. As if everyone stares at him with hatred and disgust at this exact moment. Perhaps unlocking that cabinet is equivalent of Eve taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. But Jungkook hasn’t even opened and looked inside yet. A weak voice asks him ‘what is inside?’ and Jungkook realises that he really wants to know, and if only he locks the chains again, no one will notice that he ever looked. No one but himself and the shame he will have to bear. ‘But if someone does not want you to know what is inside so badly, would they not simply have put away the cabinet? Or what is inside?’ Behind Jungkook stands the man who had given him the key. Jungkook looks back into his hand but there is no key. “Did I forget to mention that the key would only open one lock?” The man licks his lips and is about to turn away into the shadows. Before he does so he says, “my name is Taehyung.”

Jungkook has never felt more wrongly accused than before. Whenever his doctor checks on him, he asks “are you sure you took your medicine?” almost as a matter of fact that Jungkook had not. But he had. Plenty. Because of his close relationship with his nurse, it deeply hurts his heart when she also asks him if he actually has taken his medicine or is just lying. “it’s not that I don’t believe you, Jungkook, but you get sicker and sicker. If you’re not using your medicine tell us, because if you are, it shows that the meds are not working. That’s a bad sign, Jungkook. So please be honest.”

Jungkook wants to scream. He is in agony. His whole body aches and his mouth tastes metallic. Jungkook’s parents stand in the doorway. They look at him with scared and weary eyes. In comes the doctor and tells them about his condition. Right in front of him. “He has nerve cell loss in his frontal lobes. The areas behind his forehead,” he says and glances at Jungkook. “it’s like his cells become lazy, and every day many of his cells decide to quit doing their wonders to keep him alive.”

Jungkook screams. His nurse comes running in. along with his parents, but they are far behind.

Life is full of danger. To live is only one of them, and even though Jungkook only really ‘lived’ till he turned 11 years old, his mind did not die. His life in the hospital was not really living. Not until that night, when he took a bite of the forbidden fruit. Never would his life be the same ever again. He came to realise this a… harder way.

The young nurse looks caringly at the boy, as the happy words once embedded in his mind jumps out of his mouth. A feeling of evocativeness fills up the void in the young girl’s mind. “- And she was madly in love with her neighbour, but he really had no idea that she existed. At all!” And all his nurse can think of is how the kid really emphasizes the sadness of the girl. “I thought… What if he knew she existed?” and the nurse looks questioningly at the boy again. “I don’t think it would have made a difference. The girl is his neighbour, and neighbours are like your family. Not literally, but they are not really strangers either, so the boy could never think of the girl as a potential girlfriend.” What a wild fantasy, in its own way, the nurse thinks. But the girl in the story really does exist, and she walks past the sick boy’s room almost every day. Inside the hospital. The boy does not want to tell the girl that she will never date her crush, so he just leaves her to mourn every time she walks past his room.

“He feels younger, doctor. Our son talks as if he’s four years old! His expressions and such,” The mother bawls, hiding her face in her hands. “I am deeply sorry, Mrs Jeon, but it is… safe to say that, your son has frontotemporal dementia.” Jungkook’s eyes burn into his doctor’s skull. “What’s that, doctor?” he doesn’t get an answer.

“Mom, dad, Ms nurse! I have a story to tell,” Jungkook sings excitedly. They all sit down around his bed and wait for him to start. They all have smiles plastered onto their pale expressions. Jungkook starts talking about a boy whose confidence falters with every day that goes by. “He would get up in the morning and avoid mirrors or any surface that would show his reflection the whole day.” The boy had not actively been bullied, but always got called ugly in comparison to anyone else. It finally got to his head, “but one day, he met someone who would become very precious to him. They made him feel happy, and he did not worry about whether he looked ugly or not anymore. He did not even care if his morning hair was a total mess, for his significant other did not pay a single mind to it!”

As the story ends, Jungkook’s mother looks sceptically at him and asks “is it more than one person who makes him happy? Is that why you say ‘they’ and not ‘her’?” To this Jungkook shakes his head and smiles. “Mommy, not every boy wants a girl. I do not know the boy personally, so I do not know if he wants a girl or a boyfriend. Maybe he even wants two!” for the rest of the day his parents do not speak much to him, but his nurse looks at him with a huge smile and a proud feeling, for his story was so mature. It was almost too mature for someone whose brain development is going backwards. “Honey, do you remember that story you told us the other day, about the unhappy boy?” asks his mother and her heart throbs as she sees his smile. He nods. “Do you think that the story perhaps applies to yourself?” To this Jungkook says “I am very happy with myself,” so as a statement he is not that boy.

The following days, his parents do not visit him much. His nurse tells him “they’re busy with work, but don’t worry, they’re working as hard as possible, so they can come and see you soon.” They don’t come back for another month.

On a particularly dark and cold day, Jungkook feels vulnerable and alone, so he calls his nurse and once she walks in, he still does not smile. She is worried. Her added weight on the bed lowers Jungkook’s body down by a few millimetres. He is too frightened to notice. And right before the nurse can speak, asking Jungkook what is wrong, he himself speaks up with a citation he does not know he has ever heard. “at dusk, death came to me in the form of a man. I asked him ‘who are you?’ And he said to me ‘devil to some, angel to others.’ He was tall, and he had blonde hair that covered his eyes. I did not see his eyes. He was like the snake that tempted Eve into doing something bad. Once I reach the heavens, will I not be let inside?” His nurse looks at him with bewilderedness in her eyes. She wants to ask him furthermore about this man, but her brain tells her that it would be a bad idea to get involved. Involved in what? She thinks. “Please do not let them throw me out,” he begs with an unstable voice.

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vampiricallyinclined · 6 years

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Prompt: “What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”

Having Katherine Pierce move in with you had definitely made your life very different to what it was before. Where you may have tried to fit in a trip to the gym, you were now training in self-defense by a surprisingly overly protective vampire, where you used to settle for what you could afford, you were now living it up, where you used to try and remember to buy dessert for your ex you were now picking up blood bags from nurses who would never remember the encounters. But while there were some rather odd, and often uncomfortable changes, there were also pleasant ones too. Your life was filled with so much more laughter and happiness than it ever had before, and, for the first time, you felt completely free to be yourself, without any fear of judgement.

Yes, she came with an awful lot of baggage, and more drama than anyone you had ever met before, but there was a trust between you that neither had ever felt before, and nothing could take that away from you. Although, if anything stood a chance, it may just be the Christmas season. It was clear to say you held a rather fervent love for the holidays, and while you had tried your best to get Katherine to be with you in your excitement, after as many Christmas’ as she had experienced, she was no longer filled with the Christmas spirit.

So, it was more than somewhat surprising for you when you came home to find your girlfriend splayed out on the floor with a mass of wrapping paper around her and what could only be described as the world’s worst wrapping job in her hands as she struggled to stick down an end that was clearly too short. Leaning against the doorway to the lounge as casually as possible, you watched for a few moments as she attempted to get the paper to cover the small box, despite clearly being too short in practically every direction.

“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?” you asked with a slight chuckle that grew into a full-bore guffaw when Katherine’s head shot up from her struggle to look at you in surprise.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Katherine asked with a pointed look, a small smirk of amusement playing on her lips as she looked over you, secretly delighted to see you home once more, yet also rather irritated she had not succeeded in her task before your arrival.

“Babe, as touched as I am that you’re helping wrap the gifts for the neighbours, it’s ok, I can do it,” you pushed yourself off the wall, taking only two steps towards her before she quickly hid the small box and wrapping paper behind her back, a look of sheer guilt plastered on her face before she quickly attempted to put a mask of innocence on with a sweet smile.

“Actually, this isn’t for the neighbours,” she spoke slowly, making you groan as your mind began to race with possibilities of what it might be. As much as you loved her, you had to admit, she made enemies far easier than she made friends, and the few friends she did have were certainly not the present giving type. No, the chances were far more likely that she was planning something devious, and potentially dangerous. And then a thought came into your mind, one filled with mischief and diabolicalness, one that you could see her doing far too happily.

“Kat, I swear, if you’re about to glitter bomb someone or something, I want no part in this,”

“What?” Katherine questioned with a confused look on her face as she stood up, still keeping her distance from you in order to keep whatever the box in her hands was far from your gaze. “No, it’s for you.”

“You’re glitter bombing me?!” you exclaimed in shock and irritation, throwing your arms into the air in disbelief. She may have been a cunning and devious person when it came to keeping herself alive, but she had never directed that side at you before, and if this was some kind of joke in her mind, well, she wouldn’t be laughing when you found out.

“What are you on about?” Katherine questioned with a furrowed brow, taking a step towards you before stopping once more. “No, it’s a gift, Y/N, a Christmas gift, no glitter involved.”

“Sorry, I’ve been around a lot of glitter today, it’s been on my mind,” you shook your head, attempting to refocus, and put the ridiculous mountains of glitter you had seen at the store from your mind. “Wait a second, did you say you got me a Christmas gift?”

“Well, yeah,” she shrugged, pulling the mess from behind her back. “I should have let the boy at the store wrap it,” she sighed in defeat, looking down at the mess of paper, ribbons and the large amount of the actual box that was showing through. “But I know how much all this crap means to you, so I thought you’d prefer it if I put the effort in, but now it looks terrible and I don’t know why I even bothered.”

A genuine smile sat on your lips as you looked at your pouting girlfriend. Placing a gentle hand against her cheek, you raised her head until she was looking at you once more. “Katerina Petrova, I love you, and I love that you tried so damn hard to wrap a gift for me, even if the end result leaves something to be desired,” you laughed lightly, delighting when a small smile played on her lips.

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incorrect-seventeen-quotes · 6 years

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Do you have any good book recommendations?

Yes so many omg!!! I'll be doing this my genre soFantasy :Moribito(series) - Balsa, spear wielder and bodyguard, is a wandering warrior who has vowed to atone for eight deaths in her past by saving an equivalent number of lives. On her journey, she saves Prince Chagum, and is tasked with becoming his bodyguard. His own father, the emperor, has ordered his assassination. The two begin a perilous journey to ensure the survival of the prince. Balsa's complicated past begins to come to light and they uncover Chagum's mysterious connection to a legendary water spirit with the power to destroy the kingdom.Inkheart(trilogy) - Meggie lives with her dad, Mo. One night a guy named Dustfinger comes to see Mo, and they talk about some dude who's on his trail (Capricorn). Mo decides to bail with Meggie, and Dustfinger tags along as they go to visit Mo's absent wife's aunt, Elinor. Mo entrusts a book to Elinor, but is all secretive about it.Capricorn's men break into Elinor's place to kidnap Mo and steal the book. Meggie and Elinor decide to go find Mo and offer Capricorn the real book in exchange for him, since Elinor had secretly switched the real book for a fake one. Dustfinger shows them to Capricorn's village, which is a day's drive away in southern Italy.They arrive, and Meggie realizes that Dustfinger had been working for Capricorn all along—she and Elinor are imprisoned with Mo. Mo finally spills the beans: he read Capricorn and Dustfinger out of a book called Inkheart (which is the same book that everyone seems to want). This means that they were characters in the book, but then—nine years ago—they popped out into the real world. Just as people can be read out of books, so too can they be read into them, which accidentally happened to Meggie's mom and she hasn't been seen since. Sea of shadows (trilogy) - In the Forest of the Dead, where the empire’s worst criminals are exiled, twin sisters Moria and Ashyn are charged with a dangerous task. For they are the Keeper and the Seeker, and each year they must quiet the enraged souls of the damned.Only this year, the souls will not be quieted.Ambushed and separated by an ancient evil, the sisters’ journey to find each other sends them far from the only home they’ve ever known. Accompanied by a stubborn imperial guard and a dashing condemned thief, the girls cross a once-empty wasteland, now filled with reawakened monsters of legend, as they travel to warn the emperor. But a terrible secret awaits them at court—one that will alter the balance of their world foreverMystery :Tokyo Heist- When sixteen-year-old Violet agrees to spend the summer with her father, an up-and-coming artist in Seattle, she has no idea what she's walking into. Her father's newest clients, the Yamada family, are the victims of a high-profile art robbery: van Gogh sketches have been stolen from their home, and, until they can produce the corresponding painting, everyone's lives are in danger--including Violet's and her father's.Violet's search for the missing van Gogh takes her from the Seattle Art Museum, to the yakuza-infested streets of Tokyo, to a secluded inn in Kyoto. As the mystery thickens, Violet's not sure whom she can trust. But she knows one thing: she has to solve the mystery--before it's too late.Suicide notes from beautiful girls - They say Delia burned herself to death in her stepfather’s shed. They say it was suicide.But June doesn’t believe it.June and Delia used to be closer than anything. Best friends in that way that comes before everyone else—before guys, before family. It was like being in love, but more. They had a billion secrets, binding them together like thin silk cords.But one night a year ago, everything changed. June, Delia, and June’s boyfriend Ryan were just having a little fun. Their good time got out of hand. And in the cold blue light of morning, June knew only this—things would never be the same again.And now, a year later, Delia is dead. June is certain she was murdered. And she owes it to her to find out the truth…which is far more complicated than she ever could have imagined.The Assassins Game - At Cate's isolated boarding school, Killer Game is a tradition. Only a select few are invited to play. They must avoid being killed by a series of thrilling pranks, and identify the murderer. But this time, it's different: the game stops feeling fake and starts getting dangerous and Cate's the next target. Can they find the culprit ... before it's too late?Romance :Carry on - Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.That’s what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.Half the time, Simon can’t even make his wand work, and the other half, he sets something on fire. His mentor’s avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there’s a magic-eating monster running around wearing Simon’s face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here—it’s their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon’s infuriating nemesis didn’t even bother to show up.Under rose tainted skies - Norah is confined by agoraphobia: for her, the outside is a glimpse of sky. But a chance encounter with Luke, her next-door neighbour, changes everything. Determined to be the girl she thinks Luke deserves – a ‘normal’ girl – Norah’s love and bravery opens a window to unexpected truths.The sun is also a star - Two teens--Daniel, the son of Korean shopkeepers, and Natasha, whose family is here illegally from Jamaica--cross paths in New York City on an eventful day in their lives--Daniel is on his way to an interview with a Yale alum, Natasha is meeting with a lawyer to try and prevent her family's deportation to Jamaica--and fall in love.LGBT :Sympthoms of being human - Riley Cavanaugh is many things: Punk rock. Snarky. Rebellious. And gender fluid. Some days Riley identifies as a boy, and others as a girl. But Riley isn't exactly out yet. And between starting a new school and having a congressman father running for reelection in über-conservative Orange County, the pressure—media and otherwise—is building up in Riley's life.On the advice of a therapist, Riley starts an anonymous blog to vent those pent-up feelings and tell the truth of what it's really like to be a gender fluid teenager. But just as Riley's starting to settle in at school—even developing feelings for a mysterious outcast—the blog goes viral, and an unnamed commenter discovers Riley's real identity, threatening exposure. And Riley must make a choice: walk away from what the blog has created—a lifeline, new friends, a cause to believe in—or stand up, come out, and risk everything.Openly straight : Rafe is a normal teenager from Boulder, Colorado. He plays soccer. He's won skiing prizes. He likes to write.And, oh yeah, he's gay. He's been out since 8th grade, and he isn't teased, and he goes to other high schools and talks about tolerance and stuff. And while that's important, all Rafe really wants is to just be a regular guy. Not that GAY guy. To have it be a part of who he is, but not the headline, every single time.So when he transfers to an all-boys' boarding school in New England, he decides to keep his sexuality a secret -- not so much going back in the closet as starting over with a clean slate. But then he sees a classmate breaking down. He meets a teacher who challenges him to write his story. And most of all, he falls in love with Ben . . . who doesn't even know that love is possible.This witty, smart, coming-out-again story will appeal to gay and straight kids alike as they watch Rafe navigate being different, fitting in, and what it means to be himself.Freak Show - Billy Bloom is gay, but it’s mostly theoretical, as he hasn’t had much experience. When he has to move to Florida, he can’t believe his bad luck. His new school is a mix of Bible Belles, Aberzombies, and Football Heroes, none of which are exactly his type. Billy’s efforts to fit in and stand out at the same time are both hilarious and heartrending. In this novel from adult author and media personality James St. James, readers are in for a wild ride as he tells Billy’s fascinating story of bravado, pain, and unexpected love, inspired by his own experiences.

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