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bibliophilicwitch · 2 years ago
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HOLY SHIT This is a really good example of how people can learn and grow too. I'm really proud of him for acknowledging that his past comments were dismissive and recognizes pagan regions as a person's viable choice as a belief system.
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empress-of-cash-blog · 3 years ago
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This asshole thinks he can bully me into giving him videos with nothing in my account.
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burdensword · 3 years ago
do not like the content? unfollow. do not like the content appearing on your dash? blacklist and go on TUMBLR SAVIOR SETTINGS and unclick “show a notification when something is hidden” and presto! it’s gone. do not like the person’s url who rps the said content? do the advice suggested by backlisting and presto! gone again. do not like them appearing on mobile? go to your tumblr settings and you see the filtering?? add the person’s url or even the content and presto! gone again. don’t like the person with the content in general? block.
see all these options?? and yet you choose to send anon hate? are you children or adults? because all these options listed above is quite frankly a suitable way to deal with it. and guess what? it takes as much time and “”effort”” you put into sending hate on the person’s blog. 
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idkhaylijah · 2 years ago
The Bet
Author: idkhaylijah
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Request: dm from one of my lovely followers - “Heather. I am officially giving you a request. It’s not specific its just Elijah and this god damn outfit. I mean please just pour all of your nastiest nasty on it too but just please god this outfit”
Warnings: smutty smut smut. It’s Smutty Saturday, so 18+; I feel a little rusty so hopefully this works for you, lovely. This suit is dreamy, the man even dreamier. NSFW. If smut is not your thing, skip this one ;)
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You knew the moment he had walked into the room in that damn suit that you would lose.
You wracked your brain, trying to remember how the bet had even started. It was foolish, betting a man known for his control and composure that you could outlast him. If he was wavering at all, his collected and confident demeanor gave nothing away.
But what you lacked in control, you made up for in stubbornness. You decided right then and there you wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“Gentlemen,” Elijah greeted the room, the buzzing conversation dying at his arrival. His chocolate eyes scanned the room, barely grazing over you. “Miss Y/L/N,” he nodded cooly, placing his hand in his pocket and glancing down at the files before him.
Indifference. Two can play that game, you thought. You swallowed, trying to regain some of your composure, grateful his gaze was trained on the paperwork in front of him. It gave you a moment to really take him in.
His chestnut hair was perfectly styled, and you bit your lip at the thought of your fingers tracing through it. Your eyes traveled downward. He was wearing a dark textured designer suit with a navy shirt that had you wishing you could tear it off of him. And that tie. The tie, maroon and contrasting so perfectly with the rest of the outfit. A gold fleur-de-lis pin sat in the center, keeping it perfectly in place.
He always looked good in his suits, but this one...this one was your favorite. It was everything.
Your mind strayed to the last time he wore that delicious suit…you wondered for a moment if he remembered as well.
The corner of Elijah’s lip quirked up ever so slightly, and you clenched your jaw. He didn’t even need to look up to know you had been watching.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
That arrogant bastard, you thought, clearing your throat and turning your attention to the board.
Elijah turned his attention as well, and began the meeting with ease, his regal voice commanding attention from everyone in the room.
You kept your eyes on the numbers in front of you, ignoring the way your skin heated under his gaze.
“Miss Y/L/N?” Elijah’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You jumped slightly and turned to look at him, your eyes meeting for the first time. “Where do we stand?”
You regained your composure quickly, turning your chair to face him head on. He remained standing, but you wouldn’t let that intimidate you. “Sixty percent.”
Elijah chuckled, the other men rolling their eyes at you. It was a boys club, but you could play with the best of them. You held his gaze.
“Sixty percent is unheard of,” Elijah said, rubbing the tip of his thumb against his pointer finger. “Twenty.”
The man next to you moved forward in his chair and opened his mouth, but you squeezed his arm reassuringly.
“Fifty,” you demanded.
“Thirty,” Elijah countered. “It’s more than generous.”
“Mr. Salvatore’s backlist speaks for itself,” you argued. “He can go anywhere, but Mikaelson Publishing is the best. Stefan has a built in fan base, he’ll be bringing a fresh wave of young readers with him. Forty-five percent of the book royalties go straight to him, or we walk.”
Elijah’s jaw ticked, and the room was eerily quiet. It wasn’t often people negotiated with Elijah - they took what he offered with gratitude. Publishing a novel with his company was a guaranteed spot on the best-seller list.
Your client, Stefan, swallowed nervously next to you, but you didn’t move, your eyes focused on Elijah.
“Forty-five,” he agreed, the room going wide eyed.
Stefan grinned, barely holding his excitement, but you kicked him under the table, reminding him to remain professional.
Elijah dismissed the room, his partners dispersing with mutters of disbelief. “Mr. Salvatore, congratulations. I expect a rough draft in two weeks,” he said with a curt nod before disappearing.
Stefan stood and pulled you into a hug. “Forty-five percent!”
You laughed. “Thirty-five,” you teased. “After I take my cut.”
Stefan smiled triumphantly. “You’re incredible.”
You winked, throwing your Y/H/C hair over your shoulder. “I know.”
“Drinks tonight? First round is on me,” he offered with a grin.
You glanced out the conference room window to find Elijah chatting with his secretary, Katherine. If you were going to make it out of here alive you’d need a distraction. “Sure,” you nodded. “I’ll meet you at Rousseau’s at eight.”
Stefan hugged you once more before leaving with promises of celebrating that night.
You were packing up your things when you heard the door to conference room shut. Shivers ran up your spine and you turned to find Elijah closing the blinds, giving you privacy from prying eyes.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he said, walking across the room to the window and watching the city streets below.
You said nothing, afraid that your words would betray you.
When he turned to look at you his eyes worked their way from your legs to the hem of your maroon dress, one that danced the line of sexy and professional. It clung to your curves, dipping low at the chest.
“Well, I should go,” you said, turning for the door.
His long strides had him behind you in seconds, his hand holding the door in place and blocking your only exit.
You turned quickly to find him crowding you, caging you in. He was so close, you could see the golden flecks of honey in his eyes, smell the intoxicating scent of his aftershave.
He took a step into you and your gaze dipped down to that damn tie. You felt your control slipping, and you knew you’d break as you reached out, tracing your fingers over the knot of his tie.
“Say the word,” he whispered with a sexy smirk. His free hand traced down to the hem of your skirt, his fingertips barely grazing your skin, but you felt it in your core immediately.
It had been nearly a week since he last touched you, both too proud to lose a stupid bet about who could last longer. It was so silly, and you opened your mouth to say as much when the intercom went off.
“Mr. Mikaelson, I have a call for you on line two,” Katherine’s voice cut through your haze of lust.
Saved by the bell.
Elijah stepped back slowly, and he pushed a button, thanking Katherine before picking up the phone, all the while never tearing his dark, lustful gaze from you.
You didn’t know who he was speaking to, and you weren’t entirely sure he was listening anyway. The way he was watching you told you all you needed to know.
He wanted you just as badly.
A flirtatious smile spread across your lips and you leaned against the door as you realized Elijah was just as close to breaking as you were.
An idea formed in your mind, and you bit your lip. You dropped your bag on the floor next to you, your mind made up. It was now or never.
Elijah raised his brows at you, curiosity on his face as he watched the wheels turn in your mind.
You slid your hands down slowly, your heart beating a mile a minute at the thought of what you were about to do. You scooted the hem of your dress up to your thighs, revealing the lace panties below the fabric.
Elijah’s gaze darkened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips as his mouth went dry. You watched as the grip he had on the phone receiver tightened, his knuckles going white.
If he was paying attention to the phone call before, he certainly wasn’t now.
You gave him a sexy grin, knowing this loophole would be your saving grace - your chance to break him. You had bet you could keep your hands off one another, nothing about hands off yourself.
With that thought in mind, and your eyes trailing over a lust drunk Elijah in that damn suit, you traced your hand between your legs, your panties already wet with arousal.
Your hips jumped forward at the slightest touch, hyper sensitive. A week without sex when you had access to it was long. A week without Elijah Mikaelson was an eternity. You closed your eyes, dipping your fingers below the waistband, gently teasing your folds.
You let out a soft sigh, letting your head fall back against the surface behind you. Your body began to relax into your touch, and your breathing picked up as you pressed your fingers against your sweet spot. “Mmm,” you moaned softly, grateful the conference room had been sound proofed.
Elijah growled, and you brought your head back down, meeting his stare.
“To be quite frank, Marcel, I don’t have the time nor care. Handle it. If you need assistance, I suggest wasting Nikalus’ time,” his voice was rough, and he slammed the phone down without waiting for a response. “What are you doing?” He asked you.
“I think it’s pretty obvious, Elijah,” you breathed. You traced your free hand along you cleavage, reveling in the feel of your soft skin. “You didn’t say anything about not being allowed to touch myself,” you teased.
He stalked towards you hungrily, and you were sure you had him when his hand gripped your wrist roughly, halting your movements.
“Say you want it, and it’s all over,” you whispered.
Anger and lust warred within him, and you could see it playing out in his features before control washed over him once more. He pulled your hand away, holding it up in between you. He said nothing, keeping eye contact as he sucked your fingers into his mouth, his tongue tracing over them.
You gasped, clenching your thighs together tightly, desperate for relief.
He released his grip on your hand, and gently stroked the delicate column of your neck. “So lovely,” he whispered, leaning in to press his lips against your ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His breath danced against your skin, sending sparks straight to your core. “Believe me, sweet Y/N, when you are begging me to fuck you, and you will beg me, I give you my word that you will pay for that little stunt you just pulled.”
His words were almost enough to make you come right then and there. You froze, holding your breath. You had been so sure you had the upper hand, but here he was, turning the tables once more. He removed his hand from your neck, gently tugging your dress back down. He moved you aside and opened the door, leaving you frustrated and desperate.
You were on your second drink when Elijah stepped into the bar. You had been on edge the entire day, and there he stood (of course in the suit) in your bar. “Dammit,” you muttered as you chased the straw in your cocktail while watching him move towards you, that smug look on his face.
Stefan chuckled as he watched you give up, tossing the straw aside and chugging your liquor. “Everything alright?”
Stefan’s brother, Damon, sat next to you, his ocean eyes studying you. He held his arm across the back of the booth, his body facing yours. “Let’s get you another drink, sweetheart,” he said, turning the corner of his lip up.
“Damon, maybe we should slow it down a bit,” Stefan narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. We’re here to celebrate you, little brother, so let’s party.” He stood and held his hand out to you, offering to help you up and guide you to the bar.
You glanced over his shoulder, seeing Elijah approach the table. You pondered, maybe a little jealousy would encourage his surrender. You took Damon’s hand and slid out of the booth. “Elijah, good to see you,” you said politely.
Stefan stood and shook his hand. “Mr. Mikaelson, hi,” he grinned. “This is my brother, Damon. Damon, this is my publisher, Mr. Mikaelson.”
Elijah held his hand up. “Please, call me Elijah, I insist.” He studied Damon for a moment, who wasn’t interested as he led you away.
You followed Damon, sure to sway your hips a little, knowing Elijah would be watching,
“So,” Damon trailed his fingers along your arm as you leaned against the bar, waiting for your drink. “Stefan never told me his agent was so beautiful,” he winked.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Does that work for you?”
He shrugged. “50/50.”
You laughed at his honesty and glanced over at the pretty brunette who had been eyeing him up since you arrived an hour ago. “Hey,” you nodded your head toward her. “Isn’t that Andie Star, the news anchor?”
Damon turned and looked at her before turning his attention back to you. “It sure is, and she wants me,” he grinned.
You were happy to send him on his way, making your way back to your table where the only man who had been on your mind currently resided.
You slid into the booth next to Elijah, drink in hand. “So Elijah,” you said nonchalantly. “What brings you here this evening?”
He smirked and tilted his head, taking in your outfit. You had ditched the maroon dress for something a little more casual - and yea, maybe you had made sure to play up your features knowing you’d run into him tonight. Your black mini skirt revealed your smooth legs, and the white top you wore tucked into it was just thin enough to leave little to the imagination without being too much. The leather jacket you had topped it off with left you feeling sexy and confident.
“What’s the saying? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” he shrugged. “And I do love to play,” he said suggestively.
You took a sip of your drink, trying to cool off, when Stefan struck up a conversation.
You would have listened if Elijah hadn’t shifted in his seat so his knee was right against yours, his hand resting on his leg casually, his other resting on the glass in front of him.
“Tell me, Stefan,” Elijah chimed in. “Does your brother always move that quickly?”
Stefan turned to find Damon across the room, his lips preoccupied with Andie Star’s face. While Stefan was turned, Elijah used the opportunity to slide his hand from his knee over onto yours, his fingertips igniting the skin beneath them immediately.
You jumped at the contact, slamming your other knee into the table, causing Stefan to turn back to you.
“Are you alright?” He asked, concern in his voice.
You nodded and waved him off. “Fine, sorry.”
“You look a bit flushed,” Elijah said, watching you as his hand trailed up under your skirt.
You cleared your throat. “I’m good, a little warm,” you admitted. Elijah’s fingertips moved higher, dangerously close to where you so desperately wanted him. You wiggled in your seat, but it had only moved your skirt higher up, unintentionally giving him better access.
“I’m gonna go wrestle the car keys from Damon before I have to beg one of you for a ride,” Stefan groaned, dismissing himself.
Elijah watched him walk away before sliding his hand up to your center.
You studied his face, pleased at the effect you had on him when he found you bare.
“No panties?” He asked, eyebrow raised.
You bit your lip as you looked him over once more, the maroon tie taunting you. “It seemed like a waste to ruin a perfectly good pair.”
He groaned and dragged his fingers through your folds. “So wet,” he muttered. “Is this all for me?”
“Maybe,” you whispered.
Elijah trailed his finger to your clit, and it took all you had not to cry out right there at the bar, you were so worked up and in desperate need of relief.
Stefan returned, Damon in tow, and they slid back into the booth, arguing over god knows what. You didn’t care.
You slammed your legs shut, but Elijah’s strong hand pulled your leg back toward him with ease, taking the opportunity to press against your clit once more. You coughed in an attempt to let anything out, because you were sure you’d explode if you stayed silent much longer.
“Gentleman,” Elijah said, his finger still teasing you subtly. “I believe I should call it a night.”
“Didn’t you just get here?” Damon asked bluntly.
Elijah smiled and nodded. “I just wanted to make an appearance and congratulate Stefan. Unfortunately I have quite a long night ahead of me,” he sighed as he removed his hand subtly, brushing your arousal off against your inner thigh as he trailed his fingertips back to your knee, causing your breath to hitch.
Stefan nodded. “Thanks, that means a lot. I look forward to working with you.”
Elijah smiled politely. “The feeling is mutual. Enjoy your evening. Y/N, if you need anything else from me, please, don’t hesitate to just ask,” he winked before leaving.
He was barely out the door before you were on your feet. “I should get going,” you said, cursing yourself for sounding desperate and out of breath. “I have to let the cat out…”
Stefan furrowed his brows. “You let your cat out?” He asked in amusement.
You shook your head. “What? No. Dog...goldfish, whatever, I gotta go. Damon, nice to meet you,” you threw some bills on the table in a hurry and headed out the door.
“Dude,” Damon nudged Stefan’s shoulder. “Your agent is totally sleeping with your publisher…”
You practically sprinted outside, the cool air still not enough to calm you down. Elijah stood, leaning his shoulder against the brick building, watching as you barreled out the door.
He said nothing as you marched over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the dark alley. “What are you doing?” He chuckled, glancing around the alley. Surely you weren’t going to let him have his way with you in a filthy alley.
“Losing the bet,” you said before slamming your lips to his.
He reacted immediately, pressing you into the wall. “Mmm,” he hummed against your mouth. “I believe you have to beg.”
“Elijah, I can’t take it anymore. You win,” you panted. “You have more control than I do. Now please, for the love of all that is holy, fuck me.”
“Thank god,” he growled. “I was out of patience.” He kissed you hard, his tongue demanding entrance as his fingers dug into your hips. Your breaths filled the alleyway, and he pressed himself into you, grinding his hard cock against you.
You yanked on his tie, the one that had driven you nuts all day, and pulled him even closer as he hiked up your skirt roughly.
He pulled back from your kiss, catching his breath, and looking at you with lust filled eyes. He didn’t wait, inserting two fingers into you, groaning as your walls clenched down around him.
You cried out in relief, throwing your head back against the brick. He began pumping and you couldn’t help the moans escaping your lips. “Fuck, Elijah.”
“Shhh,” he whispered against the skin of your neck. “We have to be quiet,” he reminded you.
And you tried, you really tried, but all you cared about was this man in front of you, and the rest of the world faded away, along with your inhibitions. Another loud moan pushed past your lips as his thumb found your clit and he stopped his ministrations, pulling his hand away.
He pulled his tie off, using it to gag you. “Can you be quiet for me?” He asked.
You nodded. You’d promise him anything if it meant he’d keep touching you, but you were grateful for the tie.
“Good girl,” he whispered before dropping to his knees and lifting one off your legs over his shoulder.
He licked your slit, and you bit down on the fabric as it muffled your cries. He worshipped you with his tongue, lapping at you like he couldn’t get enough.
“So delicious,” he said between your thighs, his deep voice sending vibrations up your spine and making your legs go weak. He fucked you with his tongue, bringing you to the edge as you gripped his hair with both fists, holding on as long as you could.
He swirled his tongue delicately around your sweet spot before pulling it between his teeth gently and sucking on it until your belly tightened and your legs shook. You were sure you’d collapse, but Elijah held you up, steadying you as you came.
Even as he stood he held onto you. You had barely come back down from your high when he took the tie back. His mouth was on yours, and you felt another rush of arousal race to your core as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“My turn,” you said, but Elijah shook his head.
“While I am sure I’d quite enjoy that, I gave you my word earlier, and I can’t very well make you pay for your little stunt here,” he said, pulling your skirt back down and pulling you out of the alley.
He led you to his car, and though you knew Elijah enjoyed the fast lane, you had never seen him in quite such a hurry. You were out of the car and in his bedroom in what felt like no time at all.
Elijah discarded his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He poured himself a drink and sat in the chair, some of the urgency from earlier calming down now, but you were still eager for more. You always were when it came to Elijah.
“You put on quite the show this afternoon,” he said.
You nodded nervously, your bravado fading rapidly, unsure of his plans for you. But as your bravery faded, your excitement rose.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.
You discarded your jacket, and he groaned at seeing your nipples pebble through your shirt. You had skipped the bra as well, knowing he loved to find you bare. You made a show of bending over to unzip your boots, giving him a perfect view of your ass. You slipped out of your skirt slowly before pulling your shirt over your head, your Y/H/C hair cascading down your back like waves as it fell back into place.
You stood before him, completely naked, and he took his time looking over every inch of you. His chocolate eyes darkened with each inch of your skin and he palmed himself through his designer pants.
“Exquisite,” he rasped. “Show me.” Confusion flashed over your features and he clarified. “You wanted to show me earlier, so show me. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
You swallowed as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered against the walls, but you nodded, tracing your hands over your body, giving over to the feel of your fingertips, bathing in his attention.
You worked yourself until you came, your body still desperate to feel him inside of you.
When you came back down his hungry eyes were still on you. “Good girl,” he set his drink aside. “Now come here.”
You moved forward, and he undid his belt. “On your knees,” he commanded, shooting a thrill down to your toes. You did as he asked and he gently caressed your face. “You’re going to take all of me.” It wasn’t a question, and you were sure you wanted it more than he did. He sighed, throwing his head back as you undid his pants and released his cock. You pumped it a few times before swirling your tongue around the tip.
His hand fisted in your hair as you took him in your mouth, licking him from top to bottom. The more he groaned, the further you took him until he hit the back of your throat. Tears sprung to your eyes and you felt him pull you up, but you wanted him. You ignored his grip, taking him further still.
“Fuck,” he hissed as you swallowed around him, his hips bucking up. You loved this, that you were the one he lost control for. That you could make this polished man a wreck. You released him with a pop and he pulled you up, standing and walking you back towards the bed. His thumb traced over your bottom lip. “As much as I love that mouth of yours,” he sighed “I need to be inside of you now.”
He turned you quickly so you were bent over the edge of the bed, and he ran his hand along your spine before he pulled your arms back behind you, pressing you into the mattress. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the tie, and secured your hands. He spanked your ass cheek, causing you to yelp at the sudden sting.
As quickly as the pain came it faded, melting away into pleasure.
He kicked your legs apart gently, lining himself up at your entrance, pressing the tip of his cock in and pausing. You pushed back, but he held you still, slapping your behind once more.
“Please, Elijah,” you begged, not caring how desperate you sounded.
He obliged, pushing into you.
You both groaned in relief, at everything you had both been craving. “Fuck baby,” he breathed. “You’re so tight.” He began to move, pulling his name from your lips again and again.
He fisted your hair and pulled you up so you stood, his arm banding around you as he groped your breasts and bucked up into you.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, his breath hot against your ear.
You couldn’t respond with anything more than a nod as you clenched around him. He traced his nose down your neck before biting your shoulder and soothing it was his tongue, kissing you sweetly.
“Please,” you begged as he picked up his pace.
You didn’t have to elaborate, he knew you well enough to know exactly what you wanted.
He undid the tie, releasing your arms before pulling out you and turning you around. He dipped, pulling a nipple into his mouth and tugging deliciously, your hands combing through his hair. He picked you up, turning you and slamming you against the wall as he sheathed himself inside of you once more.
“Fuck, Elijah, yes,” you cried out as he worked you expertly. Your nails scraped down his back as you held onto him, your legs wrapped around him tightly.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he rasped into the skin on your neck, kissing along the column as he pushed into you again and again.
You pulled his face back up to yours, crashing your lips against his. “No more bets,” you gasped between frantic kisses. “Never again.”
He hummed in agreement, turning and placing you on the bed and he continued to move above you, his thrusts getting harder and faster. You met each one, working to bring him the same pleasure he brought to you again and again.
His hand dipped between you, rubbing you exactly where you needed it most, sending you flying over the edge. Your toes curled and your body tensed as you threw your head back, crying out his name as your most powerful orgasm yet washed over you, pulling him over the edge with you.
You laid there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, still wrapped around Elijah. His head was tucked into the crook of your neck, and you ran your fingers along his back soothingly. You giggled and he pulled away from you, rolling onto his back.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips.
You turned your head and looked him over. “I’m butt naked and I didn’t even manage to rip your shirt off!”
He looked down, realizing he was still clothed and shrugged. “If I remember correctly, you have a particular fondness for this suit,” he chuckled, reminding you of the last time he wore it. You hadn’t managed to get it off of him before you jumped him then, either.
You grabbed the tie beside him that he had discarded earlier, letting your fingers run over the fabric. “I do adore this suit,” you grinned.
He stood, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding his pants, leaving him in the black boxer briefs that hugged him in the best ways. “Well, perhaps I’ll wear it again for you. Now, I believe I won the bet…”
You propped yourself onto your elbows. “If I remember correctly, you touched me at the bar technically I won.”
He raised his eyebrows at you, pulling your ankles so you slid down the mattress with a giggle. “Well then, I guess you get to have your way with me in the shower,” he said, tossing you over his shoulder and smacking your ass playfully.
You laughed, holding onto him tight, knowing you had a long night ahead of you.
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m-l-rio · 3 years ago
Unsolicited Writing Advice
My process has changed a lot in the last few years as I made the leap from aspiring author to published author. Since If We Were Villains came out I’ve written two other books and learned a lot about the industry and the craft along the way. So here’s some fresh advice nobody asked for:
Read more non-fiction, especially if you feel like all your ideas are derivative. One of my resolutions in 2017 was to read more non-fiction about stuff that fascinates me, and now I have more story ideas than I know what to do with. Derive from life. 
Read more backlist, for mostly the same reason. Publishing takes forever, and what’s trendy right now won’t be trendy by the time you finish a novel (or finish five novels, or finish five novels and find an agent and start fishing for book deals). Read those books you always meant to read but never did. Read more by that one author you liked but never read more of. Read fiction that complements your non-fiction. Keep an eye on the market, but don’t just splash around in the pool of new releases.
Learn from your own mistakes. Nobody likes reading their old work because it’s like looking at middle school photos--frankly, it’s mortifying. But that’s good, because being embarrassed of all the mistakes you made in Amateur Hour is what’s going to keep you from making those mistakes again later on. Also: learn the rules before you break them. Walk before you run.
But try new stuff. Play with different tenses and points of view and methods of outlining and character development. Try everything under the sun, because you never know when you’re going to stumble on something that just feels oh so right. This goes for material, too. Get out of your comfort zone. Challenge yourself creatively. That’s how you grow.
Enable yourself to do your best work. Find a way to hold yourself accountable in every step of the process and ensure that you will eventually finish the shit you start. Learn how to make a strong outline, and don’t start writing until you have one. Once you do start writing, carve that time into your schedule every day and make it non-negotiable. Work in your optimal environment, whether that’s the library or the living room, whether you have headphones on or earplugs in. (Most importantly, throw your phone in a drawer in a different room and turn off social media.) Don’t let revision be an afterthought--treat it as part of the process, and find the most productive way to do that work, too. Hold yourself to a sky-high standard.
There’s no such thing as too much research. Authenticity can’t be faked, and good fiction feels real. No time spent doing research--whether it’s reading, visiting archives and other significant sites, or getting some first-hand experience at something you’ve never done--is time wasted. If you want someone to take your work seriously, you have to take it seriously. Put the time and effort in.
Learn to take (and use) constructive criticism. You’ll never improve as a writer if you don’t listen to discerning readers’ feedback and revise. Moreover, if you can’t take and use criticism, no agent or editor will ever want to work with you. Criticism is a gift. It makes your work better, but only if you make it work for you.
Quit daydreaming and educate yourself. There’s a lot that aspiring authors don’t know about publishing. The best thing you can do is disabuse yourself of all your romantic notions and find out how the industry actually works. Follow agents, editors, publicists, and published authors on social media. Read industry rags and newsletters and attend a publishing institute if you can. Knowledge is power, and your chances of making an ass of yourself are much lower if you know what to expect.
Get used to disappointment anyway. 90% of the agents you query will probably reject you, and even if you land one a lot of editors are going to reject you after that. Even if you get a book deal, a lot of things are not going to go the way you want. You’re going to have to make changes and compromises, you will inevitably disagree sometimes with the way your publisher wants to do things, you will get some bad reviews, and your sales will probably never be as high as you (or your publisher) hoped they would. A book deal doesn’t mean success. Writing is hard. Publishing is harder.
Keep the faith. It’s hard, but it happens. Failure is a necessary ingredient for future success, and the worst things you can do are (a) punish yourself for making mistakes that are a necessary part of the learning process or (b) rush into something you’re not ready for. Take your time. Learn the ropes. Hone your craft. If there are two qualities absolutely every single writer needs, they are patience and tenacity. 
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mythicamagic · 2 years ago
Just a heads up but when the Fruits Basket remake drops in April this blog will probably go on full meltdown and reblog every single gif and post I can find of it
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lgbtqreads · 9 months ago
I’m looking for wlw books with a black protagonist?
First off I have to mention a great site dedicated to this, which is Sistahs on the Shelf. But also, here you go:
In MG right now, there’s just Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender and The House You Pass on the Way by Jacqueline Woodson, but there are two coming up: Meow or Never by Jazz Taylor and In the Key of Us by Mariama Lockington.
In YA, check out:
This is What it Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow
Cinderella is Dead by Kalynn Bayron 
You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson (who also has another one coming next year called Rise to the Sun)
37 Things I Love (In No Particular Order) by Kekla Magoon 
The Stars and the Blackness Between Them by Junauda Petrus
In Adult, please please put Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers on your TBR, or even better, preorder it:
But also check out:
Once Ghosted, Twice Shy by Alyssa Cole  (who also has another coming next year called How to Find a Princess)
Here Comes the Sun by Nicole Dennis-Benn
Patsy by Nicole Dennis-Benn
Things Hoped For by Chencia C. Higgins
Small Town Secrets by Katrina Jackson
For Sizakele by Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene
Sugar & Ice by Brooklyn Wallace 
Tailor-Made by Yolanda Wallace
Treasure by Rebekah Weatherspoon
A Drop in the Ocean by Nikki Winter
The Winter Triangle by Nikki Woolfolk
Bliss by Fiona Zedde
Rise of the Rain Queen by Fiona Zedde
Femme Like Her by Fiona Zedde (coming in December)
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whilereadingandwalking · 2 years ago
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I've been reading a tons of books that are newly or yet-to-be-released, but for the last week of June and first week of July, I am taking a much-needed Backlist Break: I'll only be reading older books off my to-read shelf for the next two weeks. First up: The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender, which I got from my boyfriend on my birthday, at the gorgeous Pilsen Community Books.
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evenbechnaesheim · a year ago
Correct me if I am wrong but I think the thing with Sobbe and the assault at the bar is that they both have different way to cope with it. Robbe needs to stay away from the place in order to heal, he prefers not to confront it because it triggers him. Sander is just as traumatized as Robbe but going there means facing it, it means proving that he is stronger than that and it might be his way to heal. It's sad to see people invalidating Sander's feeling because he is the one who wants to go
Exactly. And Robbe said yes to Sander’s idea in the end; if he had said no Sander would not force him just like he’s never forced Robbe to do anything. The way people talk about Sander (a young victim himself!) “manipulating” Robbe and taking away his agency, while being the ones who constantly deny Robbe of his choices, is the one problematic thing here.
This happens so damn often. Robbe was drinking and smoking weed on a regular basis to cope and then he and Sander got drunk together while both being of drinking legal age and suddenly it’s “Sander got Robbe drunk and abused him”. Sander made a mural of Robbe after telling him he was planning on it and got a big smile and a kiss in response and then Robbe made the mural his background and clearly loved it, but suddenly it was “this is so uncomfortable, Sander is so creepy”. Now Sander proposes Robbe a way to deal with the trauma, Robbe says yes to the idea, smiles, and appreciates Sander’s presence in his life but suddenly it’s “Sander is manipulating Robbe and not respecting his trauma”. And these are only a few examples of these particular people constantly being the ones who take away Robbe’s agency, who infantilize him, who act like he can’t think for himself and make his own choices. It’s not enough to say that you’re doing this for Robbe when you can’t even respect him.
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thebookishaustin · 2 years ago
Backlist Review: Wild Beauty
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Wild Beauty
Author: Anna-Marie McLemore
Release: October 3, 2017
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Imagine five cousins giving birth to one daughter each, then those cousins growing up to eventually give birth to one daughter each, and so on and so forth. Now imagine five grandmothers, five mothers, and five daughters all living together in a giant garden - created by the hands of the women themselves. Imagine these women supporting, nurturing, and caring for each other as they fall deeply in love with their soul mates. Now imagine the love surrounded with fear as a curse from the land takes these lovers from them once the love runs too deeply. Now you have Wild Beauty by Anna-Marie McLemore.
I’ve had this book on my “To-Read Pile” for awhile (a bit over a year to be exact) but I’m glad that I finally got around to reading it! Wild Beauty follows Estrella Nomeolvides as she navigates relationships with her four cousins, her mother and four aunts, and her grandmother and four great aunts. Each has the unique ability to grow flowers (this book has all sorts of magical realism ya’ll) and each is cursed by the land they cultivate - whenever they fall too deeply in love with a romantic partner, the land takes them away. Estrella’s life is upturned one day when a boy appears - Fel - with no memory of his past. Estrella and her relatives try to piece together Fel’s past while fighting the curse that no Nomeolvides has ever been able to escape.
I am incredibly biased when it comes to magical realism - I almost always love it. I am also incredibly biased when it comes to romance - I’m super picky about it. McLemore’s first book The Weight of Feathers (2015; a Romeo & Juliet story between some mermaid- and bird-like folk) intrigued me with their use of magical realism in such a way that I didn’t mind the romance, so I just had to pick up Wild Beauty eventually.
McLemore weaves their words in a way that makes a simple plot line seem very deep by connecting to characters while manifesting emotions into reality with magic. Estrella is upset? Starflowers bloom grow and bloom in rapid fire time. Estrella is calm and sentimental? She coaxes plants and flowers from the earth with tender care. McLemore is a master of showing without telling.
Overall I’d give Wild Beauty 4 out of 5 Awesome Austin Points (I did REALLY like this book but I reserve 5 stars for those books that I know I’ll read again and again; this one I’ll definitely be recommending to people but may not pick up again). The writing and imagery are beautiful in their simplicity but the emotional depth is phenomenal. Plus, who doesn’t love a good story with a curse in it?
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cupidcore · 2 years ago
just tagging them #mental illness is good enough!! thank u, I’ve just been having an extremely rough time and can’t quite be around it rn
no problem. i wish you strength and recovery. (skipped)
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lgbtqreads · 3 years ago
Do you know of any non-YA books by or about nonbinary people (either fiction or non-fiction)
Sure! Gonna start with about, but a bunch of these authors are nonbinary too:
Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans
A Boy Called Cin and Defying Convention by Cecil Wilde
Behrouz Gets Lucky by Avery Cassell
Documenting Light by E.E. Ottoman
An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon
Dalí by E.M. Hamill
The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula LeGuin
Baker Thief by Claudie Arseneault
The Shadow series by Lila Bowen
Jonny Appleseed by Joshua Whitehead
Lost Boi by Sassafras Lowrey
Maxx Neon by Lina Langley
Unmasked by the Marquess by Cat Sebastian
Survival Rout by Ana Mardoll
No Man of Woman Born by Ana Mardoll (coming soon)
City of Spires by Claudie Arseneault
The Chameleon Moon series by RoAnna Sylver
If you’re interested in webcomics, here are some more, as recommended for the site by Erin Ptah:
For some nonbinary authors who write queer non-YA books, check out Anna Zabo, Chelsea M. Cameron, Amy Rose Capetta, Megan Erickson, and this quarterly column for Book Smugglers by A.C. Wise literally called Non-Binary Authors to Read:
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mintmentos · 3 years ago
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My current read and second backlist book of the year! I’d forgotten how much I love Laini Taylor’s writing and being back in the dosab world is amazing
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showthisbooksomelove · a month ago
Skim ~ Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki
Skim ~ Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki
Rating: 3/5 A coming of age story about a young Asian American, not slim, maybe Wiccan teen trying to figure out her place in a high school where everyone is catty and insensitive. One of her peers commits suicide, and it calls into question everyone’s mental health. Kim shares about others saying she’s acting depressed or acting suicidal, and the ex-girlfriend of the boy who committed suicide…
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honorthegods · 9 months ago
Support Native American Communities on Indigenous Peoples’ Day - and every day!
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Local and National Events 12 October 2020
10 Ways to be a Genuine to be a Genuine Ally to Indigenous Communities
Dos and Dont’s
So You Call Yourself an Ally: 10 Things All ‘Allies’ Need to Know
100 Ways to Support—Not Appropriate From—Native People (Don't even think about calling anyone/anything your spirit animal!) 
Essential Reading List
7 Books Everyone Should Read
Celebrate Indigenous Peoples’ Day with 10 Excellent Books by Native American Authors
The Struggle For Hawaiian Sovereignty 
Interactive Map: The Invasion of America
Watch:  The Columbus Controversy: Challenging How History Is Written
Watch:  Columbus in America
Watch:  Invisible Nation
Donate: Native American Heritage Association
Donate: First Nations Development Institute
Donate: Native American Rights Fund 
Donate: Adopt-a-Native-Elder Program
Donate: Lakota People’s Law Project
Donate: Water Protector Legal Collective
Donate: NDN Collective
Donate: COVID-19 Emergency Response Fund 
Donate: Navajo & Hopi Families COVID-19 Relief Fund
Donate: FAST Blackfeet(Food Access and Sustainability Team)
10 places in the US where you can experience Native American culture responsibly
Buy Native List
Home Goods that Support Native-Owned Businesses
Bedré Fine Chocolate
Buy Native Coffee
The Native American Tea Company
EDIT: This is by no means an exhaustive list. There are more than 570 Indian Nations (variously called tribes, nations, bands, pueblos, communities and native villages) in the United States, and their needs vary. 
Always, always be respectful. 
While I would be comfortable donating to the organizations and causes above, ymmv. Please check out the websites and review this article: How to Tell If a Charity Is Legitimate: Tools and Tips for Donors.
Thank you for reading. Go forth and do good!
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cupidcore · a year ago
Hi this isnt about any specific posts but can you try tagging tildes (the squiggly lines) in the future? I love your blog btw
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ done!
(skipped. last ask before ask break)
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bibliophilicwitch · 3 years ago
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B O O K W Y R M    R E A D A T H O N
I know I am not the only one that is ready for another readathon. I also know I am not the only one that loves dragons and is a self-proclaimed bookwyrm. I figured I’d lump these two things into one for some fun. Please join me in some fun summer fun an participate in the Bookwyrm Readathon running from Monday, June 18th through Sunday June 24th.
The Bookwyrm Readathon includes daily prompts to encourage community interaction. The Daily Prompts include two questions (mostly) to allow more freedom in case a single question does not inspire participants. Participants can respond to as much or as little as they wish for each Daily Prompt. Participants are also encouraged to respond to the Daily Prompts in whatever format they are most comfortable with.
The Dragon’s Challenges are for those that like an extra challenge added to their readathon experience. Go ahead and challenge yourself to strike off as many challenges as you can over the course of the Bookwyrm Readathon.
D A I L Y   P R O M P T S
Day Zero: To-Be-Read | Before the readathon starts, share what you are hoping to read. Don’t be afraid to be adventurous - you’re a dragon now.
Day One: Dragon’s Fangs | What is a book you devoured in one sitting? Oh, you’re not one to gorge yourself? What is an overused trope that makes your bare your fangs in anger?
Day Two: Dragon’s Claws | Sharpen those claws and get ready for a fight. Share an unpopular opinion. Or talk about a book or series that you didn’t like that everyone else does.
Day Three: Dragon’s Wisdom | Some dragons are known for being bloodthirsty and terrifying. Other dragons are known for the wisdom they have to share. Share a book, author, or booklr recommendation.
Day Four: Dragon’s Scales | Scales are a dragon’s natural defense, what ship(s) would you defend to your last breath? Not into shipping characters? What is a book theme that defends and builds that you strongly support? (Examples could include gun violence with The Hate U Give or LGBTQ+ stories such as Let’s Talk About Love)
Day Five: Dragon’s Wings | Take flight into the heights of imagination and share a book that took you to a fantastical world. Or share a book that has inspired you to reach for your dreams.
Day Six: Dragon’s Hoard | All dragons hoard things though many hoard vastly different things. What is the genre that makes up the majority of your personal library and that you would call your favorite? Or share some of your favorite bookish items such as a bookmark collection, bookish Funko Pops, fanart prints, or other paraphernalia from your favorite books and series that you have collected.
Day Seven: Dragon’s Magic | Ah yes, the magic of a lazy Sunday. That’s right, time for Tomes and Tea! Share a picture of your current read and reading treat. Not one for book photography? Take a moment to share a favorite quote, gush about a favorite character or scene, or rant about your least favorite read.
Day Eight: Wrap-Up | The mundane has returned and our fun is over. Wrap-up your whirlwind reading week with what you were able complete and your general opinion on what you read.
D R A G O N ’ S   C H A L L E N G E S
Read a book under 150 pages.
Read a book over 450 pages.
Read a book that has been on your backlist for over a year.
Read a diverse book. Read all the diverse books! (this includes diverse cast or own voices - or both)
Read a genre that is outside of your usual preferences.
BONUS: Read a book with dragons (or “monsters” if that isn’t your think)
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books-and-cookies · 2 years ago
okay children, it’s 8.30 am, i am grumpy and exhausted, time to talk
1. This community is a place to share your love of books, bookish characters, reading, bookstores, libraries, bookish feelings and anything else book related that I might have forgotten because of my old age and general lack of sleep 2. It’s literally one of the most welcoming communities I’ve ever tried to be a part of (and I’ve tried them all - booklr, twitter, booktube, instagram - I’ve only managed to narrowly break through instagram after 2+ years of SOLID efforts) and it’s 100% the most supportive - like you can just yell at someone “omg this book made me so mad” and they’ll just jump right into it “omg boo tell me everything” 3. We support everything from buying all the new releases to not buying books for years at a time, borrowing from libraries, buying used books, borrowing from friends (but we draw the line at stealing, because that’s generally “frowned upon”) 4. Do we make bookish jokes that play on certain “bookworm characteristics”? yes, but they’re jokes and should 100% not be taken literally, why are we having this discussion (I promise you, I might make a post about staying up until 4 am crying about a book, but I promise you, at 4am I was sleeping like the semi functional baby that I am) 5. We joined this community to share our love for reading and that includes sharing photos or making posts about our bookshelves, hauls, or merch that we bought. Is that a bad thing? NO. Because why shouldn’t we be happy about something that brings us joy? Especially if we got that with money that we earned. And especially if a haul comes months after the last time we could afford to buy books.  6. Personally, I don’t care where you get your books or in what state: new, used, from second hand shops, from libraries, charity shops, as gifts from publishers - that’s YOUR decision and trust me, I’ll be 100% happy for you and let you talk my ear out about what you got 7. Is there a problem with backlist books and reviews and should they be promoted more? Yes! But truthfully, I write reviews and they hardly get any notes, including for new releases, because people generally don’t reblog reviews. That’s the reality. But I guarantee that you’ll find more people to talk to about a book that came out 5 years ago, than a book that came out last month. 8. People have the idea that they’re less of a bookworm if they get used books or don’t have a book collection, but I have no clue where they get this idea, because I have not seen one (1) post shaming people about this in my almost 5 years of booklr. Not one. On the contrary, I’ve seen nothing but support for everyone. Support for libraries and bookstores and people in general. 9. Let me say this again: DO YOU LOVE BOOKS? Boom, you’re a bookworm, welcome to the community, we don’t CARE where you get your books, just TALK about them so we can talk to YOU about them.
10. People aren’t responsible for how others interpret what they do. Someone mentioned that by saying “omg i bought books what is food or bills lololol” (I’m paraphrasing, obviously, but this is clearly meant as a joke, I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who actively neglected paying their bills or legitimately gave up food in order to buy a book), we make it seem that books are more important than food or daily necessities, which is silly imo. I can’t control how people react to what I post, nor am I responsible for that. My responsibility is what I do with my money. That is all.
11. We have enough shit to be worried about or find fault in, let’s not add the love for books to that pile. For a lot of people, this community is the first place they have ever felt like they belonged to. It’s the first time they’ve felt comfortable and safe to share their love of reading.
thank you for attending my TED talk
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