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silenzahra · 2 days
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Dear friends: I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖
I don't even know where to start... I feel so HONORED that you've enjoyed my latest post so much 🥹😭💖
Thank you so much for all the comments, and likes, and reblogs, and for recommending it to your followers and friends. I swear I still feel like dreaming and you guys make this feel even better 🥹🥹🥹
@nuctoria @peaches2217 @itsavee4117 @keakruiser @bberetd
@alex-procrastinates @vulpixfairy1985 @hyperfixatingonbowuigisohard @cool-taya @charlie-the-ghost64
@mrs-luigi-vargas @luigitime83 @fandomphantom1 @thedragicloudluigi @canela2001
@wogwoman @imaginativefanatic @nunchukaninja-archive @pepperycar @brave-little-pauper
@thesavagekitten This goes for all of you 👇
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I really hope I didn't forget about anyone! 💖💖💖
In all honesty, I never thought this would get this far... It all started with some silly ideas from an avid bookworm who began to see herself reflected in her favorite character and got extremely excited every time she saw him with a book. And, from then... it all came alone, more or less. I've totally poured into Luigi (and the whole post) my own feelings when reading and fangirling over books, for you BET I'm also extremely intense when I'm enjoying a good novel. I simply thought that Luigi would act the same, since I have in common with him that I also get emotional very easily and experiment my own feelings in a very intense way. And it only makes me feel all the way more connected to my beloved boy in green 💚💚💚
So thank you. Thank you for your enthusiasm (I didn't expect that there would be so much anticipation when I shared my teaser post a few days ago!), and for welcoming all my ideas with open arms. I totally enjoyed writing them, and it was definitely something I needed after everything I went through last month. These headcanons have helped me connect with Luigi (and the whole gang) again, which means I totally feel like writing fics again and I just couldn't be happier because I've missed it so much! 🥹🥹🥹 I really hope you're ready, because some of the HCs I've shared today will definitely become written works in the future! And I'll obviously be bringing at last my pending fics! ✨
Of course, I can't leave without giving special thanks to the amazing @itsavee4117 for his lovely post (please go check it! 💖💖💖). Dear friend, it's been such a pleasure to work with you and to see some of my ideas come to life in your gorgeous art style! 🥹 I just LOVE how you've illustrated them, the many details here and there, how expressive and CUTE all the characters look... And of course, seeing our beloved Luigi in a beautiful dress is always such a treat! 💚 I seriously LOVE all of your drawings, but if I had to choose, I'd go with the babies (MY HEART 😭), the Cycle of the Common Reader (Peach and Luigi are so ME in that one!), and of course...
LUAISY 💚🧡
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They look so damn CUTE 😭😭😭 I swear, I've enjoyed writing the whole post, but the Luaisy parts were my ABSOLUTE favorite because this couple really owns my heart. And, more specifically, their first Book Day together, with Daisy's purple dress covering Luigi's legs while he tries to read the book he has gifted her... My God, how I ENJOYED writing that. These two cuddling and kissing and sharing their love for literature I just 😭😭😭 I love them.
And then you go and draw this MASTERPIECE and I'm. So dead and happy and crying 😭😭😭😭😭 It's literally my phone wallpaper right now, THANK YOU, thank you for all your drawings, Vee, but especially for this one 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 You made me SO HAPPY 😭😭😭💚🧡✨
Again, thank you everyone for all your love and support! You truly mean EVERYTHING to me 🥹 I still can't get over the fact that what I write not only interests you, but you also enjoy and love it. I'm so elated to be part of such an amazing and wholesome community 💖💖💖
I'm now off to bed, but again, thank you so much for making this the best Book Day I've ever had 🥹🥹🫂🫂 I love you all with all my heart 💖💖💖💖💖
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tomhardymyking · 2 days
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There is no better way to celebrate 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲 than by remembering how wonderfully and cute 𝗧𝗼𝗺 tells bedtime stories for the 𝑪𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 programme 🥰💖📚
I would have loved to have made a special video but I was very busy... I promise to make it for another day 🙏🏻⠀⠀⠀⠀
No hay mejor manera de celebrar el 𝐃𝐢𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐨 que recordando cómo de maravilloso y bonito 𝗧𝗼𝗺 cuenta cuentos para dormir para el programa de 𝑪𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 🥰💖📚
Me hubiera encantado haber hecho un vídeo especial pero anduve muy ocupada... Prometo hacerlo para otro día 🙏🏻
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poeticallyperverse · 2 years
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Happy Read a Book Day from your local bibliophile 📚
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Fansly 🥵 Tips 🥰 Links ✨
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axelmedellin · 1 day
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Daily drawing 23 apr 2024
Book day
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aguasdelleteo · 11 months
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Poema VII de «Aguas del Leteo».
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¡Feliz cumpleaños, Fede! Espero que, allá donde estés, te lleguen también algunas de mis estrellas a clavársete en alma y a acompañarte por siempre.
Gracias por tus versos, por tu amistad y por existir. De aquí a la muerte y viceversa.
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saryoak · 9 months
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lpa6zn · 1 year
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Happy International Book Day!💞📚
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"A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ​​ignorance."
- Daniel Handler
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salchat · 1 year
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What was he going to make Sammy’s costume out of?  Dean had thought about using some of his own clothes.  But he didn’t have that many.  
There was that old shirt, of course.  It was Dad’s, but it'd got mixed up with Dean’s stuff a few moves back.  But he didn’t want to use it.  He didn’t want to cut the shirt up and stitch it into something else, even if it was a muddy green - just the right kind of muddy green to be dinosaur-coloured, although Sammy claimed that dinosaurs might have been multicoloured or even covered in feathers.
Anyway, Dean kept Dad’s shirt in a separate pocket of his bag, so that it wouldn't mix anymore with his own clothes.   And sometimes, when Dad had been away a while, maybe a couple or a few weeks, and Dean was getting that feeling like everything was just too much and he needed something… Well, when that happened, he'd wait for Sammy to go to sleep, then he’d slide off his own bed onto the floor and pull Dad's shirt out, and kneel there in the dark, holding the bundle of worn fabric in his arms, hugging it to his chest and then pressing it against his face.  And he’d breathe in the fading scent of Dad’s aftershave and his leather jacket and his… his adultness.
And then he’d put it carefully back and get into bed and go to sleep. 
So he wasn’t using Dad’s shirt.  He gave Sammy everything he could - but he couldn’t give that.  Not that as well.
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jeremyfuscaldo · 1 year
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Happy World Book Day everyone!
Here's an Amelia Enmity comic I wrote and drew 4 years ago to remind everyone to ditch problematic/abusive authors and creative.
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creativecuquilu · 1 year
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Here is also a bonus quicky Wonka because yesterday I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and I have to say one thing. I've developed a new crush, and his name is Gene. No, seriously. Gene Wilder as Mr. Wonka is too damn cute. As sweet as to fill your entire toothset with cavities, and his two shiny piercy blueberry eyes make my tummy ache with love! And the best part about this movie - you can watch it on a sigh. And Gene's voice when singing World of Pure Imagination 🥺🥺 Hope you like it! Artwork (c) @CreativeCuquiLu Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (c) Warner Bros. Entertainment Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (c) Roald Dahl
Also, prepare for a s🍫tload of AI generated sillyness where he is featured as well.
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readerupdated · 1 year
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😢😢😢 Amazon’s World Book Day giveaways are officially over. For World Book Day 2023, Amazon offers 9 Kindle books, but you can save the equivalent of only one title from the list.
(via Free Kindle books for World Book Day are over)
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mycosylivingroom · 1 year
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aguasdelleteo · 1 year
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Quién me iba a mí a decir, años atrás, que podría llegar a celebrar el Día del Libro con un retoño publicado... Puedo visualizar perfectamente a la Alba del pasado habiendo asimilado la imposibilidad de llegar a cumplir un sueño, en apariencia tan inalcanzable, como la publicación. No obstante, ¡aquí estamos! «Aguas del Leteo» (Cuadranta, 2021) es una realidad. Este poemario, nacido de las aguas más profundas, ha logrado llegar a la superficie y ser acogido por mucha más gente de la que nunca imaginé.
El camino, por descontado, no ha sido fácil, pero tampoco tan escabroso como imaginé. Por eso, sea quien sea que me esté leyendo, animo a todos a perseguir sus ilusiones y, aún más, a disfrutar del camino que hay que recorrer para alcanzarlas. Al contrario de lo que pueda parecer, no tengo pretensiones de sonar a vendehúmos: cualquier objetivo es complicado de alcanzar, y, en muchas ocasiones, el hecho de sobrepasar la línea de meta no significa nada. Ahora bien, en un mundo pleno de dificultades, en muchas ocasiones, es posible que se tache de utopía todos y cada uno de nuestros anhelos sin poner en consideración el potencial que tenemos para materializarlos. A mi yo del pasado, del presente, y del futuro, le diría que crea en sí misma y que no se deje vencer por la falacia que supone el pesimismo que impera en su entorno.
Al final, la literatura, tan infravalorada por muchos, es la que logró salvarme de mil formas distintas y la que terminó, con el paso del tiempo, haciéndome un hueco en su seno. A día de hoy he devuelto un pedacito de lo que me otorgó: he colocado una pieza de mi obra entre sus estantes tan inmensos.
¡Feliz Día del Libro a todos!
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samduqs · 1 year
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creo que no pido tanto 😭
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nocturnalfrenzy · 1 year
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You left me behind but your words stayed back,
To realise the essence of our moments I was too laid back.
The dried roses, the folded pages of diary tells your story now when you have become history.
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salchat · 1 year
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Dean had a rule that he applied to anything he didn’t know how to do - he just went ahead and did it anyway. Because if no one had told you what might go wrong, or how hard something was, or that you weren’t old enough to do that, then you didn’t have to worry, did you? You just got on with it and did the best you could.
Things like fixing a table he’d found in an old house they stayed in once - though its condition barely qualified it as a house. It turned out the solution had been plenty of nails and plenty of force - applied randomly but with enough commitment to get the job done. The same applied when it started raining and it seemed like most of the rain was on the inside of the house instead of out in the muddy yard where it belonged. The same solution had proven effective that time, with the addition of a few scraps of plastic sheeting - except that climbing on the roof, especially in the middle of a rainstorm, had been a challenge, even for Dean. He hadn’t fallen though, and had got the roof patched well enough so that he and Sammy had only needed a couple of buckets to catch the water and they’d kept mostly dry.
Then there’d been the bike he’d found that time - had that been at that same old wreck of a house or somewhere else? Anyway, Dean had come across a bike, sticking out of a heap of rubbish - rusty, the chain hanging off, wheels bent, pedals missing. And he’d known nothing about bikes, even though he’d had one, once, before - but they’d left that behind. Or maybe it’d burnt up in the fire. And anyway, a bike wouldn’t fit in the Impala, so neither he nor Sammy had ever had another.
Dean had studied the bike. He’d moved the pedal crank around and watched what happened. He’d looked at the parts that moved. He'd looked at the parts that didn’t move. He’d counted the sticky-out bits on the rings and how, if they worked, they’d make the wheel go around at different speeds. He’d looked at the brake handles and the lines that led from them to the little blocks that were supposed to press against the wheel rims. He’d looked at the rust and the torn saddle.
And then he’d made it work. He’d had to beg a few bits and pieces from the garage down the road - because Dad had the tool box in the trunk of the Impala, and he’d been away on a hunt. But eventually, the bike worked, mostly. The pedals were bits of wood bound around with string. He hadn’t been able to fix the bit which moved the chain from one ring to another, so it only had one gear. And he couldn’t afford to buy new lines for the brakes - so it didn’t have any. But he’d got rid of the rust and greased up all the moving bits and roughly stitched the torn saddle. It had been rideable.
Dean hadn’t known if could remember how to ride a bike - so he’d just gone ahead and done it anyway. He’d fallen off and skinned his knees and elbows, and then got back on again, then repeated the whole process quite a few times until, pretty quickly, he’d progressed from wobbling up and down the rough track in front of the house, to speeding recklessly, planting a foot in the dirt and doing a kind of handbrake turn around it in order to stop. Then he’d grown bold and pulled wheelies and set up stunts with a bit of old board and a few bricks. And then Sammy had wanted to learn, so Dean had lowered the saddle right down and held the back of it while his brother had ridden along, his feet on the crossbar because his legs had been too short for him to reach the pedals.
They’d had a lot of fun with that old bike. But they’d had to leave it behind when Dad came back to get them.
“No room for that,” Dad had said. “Leave it.” And Sammy had whined and Dean had said, “Yes, sir,” and they’d gone on their way.
But Dean knew. He’d grown up knowing, because he’d had to - that broken or messed-up things could be fixed if you just thought the job through and worked real hard. And also, that if you had to, you could make something useful, or sometimes fun, out of virtually nothing.
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