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things i love in books:

imperfect grammar in dialogue - my grammar isn’t always fantastic when I’m talking to someone. sometimes seeing little grammar mistakes in character dialogue makes it feel more real. 

character ticks - characters who have a chronic cough, or who have a bad habit of chewing their nails, or popping their knuckles. It fleshes them out.

characters with actual passions - I love seeing a character get really excited about something they are passionate about. And when another character shuts them down on that subject it’s heart breaking. I can totally relate.

puns and stupid jokes in first person narration - don’t tell me you’ve never made a little joke to yourself and then laughed at it. I think it’s cute. 

random easter eggs in books - an author’s favorite recipe, a trivia fact that they’re throwing in just because, things that may relate to the plot but are also an extra little surprise for the reader. 

newspaper clippings / articles - i just think they’re neat..

surprise handwriting (ex: on a note mentioned in the text or something) - i’ve only seen it in a few books. it makes finding a random note or something easier to imagine. Makes it a little more real. 

platonic character relationships - i just really think they’re neat too. 

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zon’tzozat.

                    fighting with was supposed to be her boyfriend wasn’t out of the ordinary for lydia. danny felt like an obligation, a chore, but just like obligations and chores he was mandatory. lydia didn’t dare let herself imagine a life without him because she knew no such thing existed. this fight in particular wasn’t out of the ordinary either. so much so that lydia forgot through the haze of cocaine what they even were fighting about.

                    but like all their fights, lydia learned to say she was sorry and move on. even if it wasn’t her fault.  opening the bathroom door, she wipes at her nose again and stuffs the dollar back in her pocket. 

                    “ okay, whatever, i’m sorry, i’m going downstairs. “  she grumbles, pushing past danny and out the door. she doesn’t get far before his voice comes booming out behind her.

                    “ don’t you fucking turn your back to me. “  he scoffs, shoving lydia.  if she were in her right mind she would have been able to keep her balance, but with the drugs in her veins she stumbles forward and falls onto her hands and knees. that’s when she sees him. 

                    lydia looks up at liam, eyes alert and pupils blown wide, nose starting to bleed from the irritation. she wipes at it with her sleeve before standing up, head hung in shame. 

          she didn’t even look at him, and a part of him was glad, because how could he explain why he was there, staring at her wiping the coke from her nose as her boyfriend screamed at her.  — then danny pushed her, and the other part of him felt rage that was only fueled by the look she gave him.

          ❝ hey!  don’t fucking touch her like that! ❞  he bent his knees and scooped lydia up, keeping an eye on danny.  his life had been threatened more than once before.  he knew not to take an eye off of the predator. 

          ❝ don’t tell me what i can and can’t do with my fucking lady. ❞  danny’s voice rose and liam’s grip tightened around lydia’s small waist.  and as he stepped closer, liam scooted back.

          ❝ run. ❞  he demanded with a whisper in lydia’s ear before letting her go, tackling danny into the wall behind him.  the surface cracked and so did liam’s head when danny turned the tables on his attack.  liam was able to get in a swing — right before danny started to pummel the shit out of him.

          he just hoped she got away...

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wcndigoes.

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                    the music thumped like a war drum from downstairs, lydia being sure that if her mind weren’t already numbed it would reverberate across her skull. her nose and throat burned, but she needed more. she became new once she did her first line, but the only problem was that the new lydia waters wanted a line as well.

                    the door was cracked open, the culprit being none other than a certain danny acosta. lydia could feel the eyes on her as she bent down, dollar rolled in her hand and held to her nose, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care at the moment. all she knew where pretty white lines. when the line was gone, she lifted her head and looked at her blown pupils, wiping at her nose and careful not to smudge her makeup. 

                    “ would you shut the fucking door, danny? “  she scolded him, but when the door was shut she was met with a scolding of her own. it wasn’t unlike lydia to forget that she couldn’t talk that way to him without… consequences.  

               he never liked these type of parties.  despite his looks and his reputation, there was never once a time liam had a good time at one.  it was fucked, and trashed, and there was more than just one person puking in the trash.  but he sold the goods, and roman insisted he come.  so here he was...  in a place he’d rather not be.

                    ❝ would you shut the fucking door, danny? ❞  

               liam’s head perked up.  he was already at the bottom of the stairs when he heard it, and he recognized that voice.  and danny...  carefully he made his way up the stairs and peeked over the railing.  yep – danny acosta.  and lydia was probably in the bathroom.  why was he yelling at her?  jesus!  chill out, man!  

               he was only quick enough to see danny slip into the bathroom, still yelling.  how did no one else hear this...?  but he wasn’t nearly as strong as danny.  he’d get thrown into the next room over if he tried to intervene.  instead, he took the safe route and waited.

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