#ComfortRead

[inkandembers]

🌈 Сказки Бутылкоходца, The Bottlewalker Tales

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Первое затуманивание

_О том, как впервые кто-то пришёл — не сказать, не тронуть, а быть. _ До мха. До стеблей. До капель. Была только колба. ** И дроид.** Он смотрел в неё — как в пустоту. Иногда насыпал туда немного песка. Потом — пару камешков. Взял щепоть земли. Не для пользы. ** Для того, чтобы в голове было меньше шума.** ** Хотя бы на минуту.** Он не знал, что ждёт. Он просто… сидел. ** И грустил.** ** Каждый день.** Долго. Как будто искал что-то в прозрачной тишине. Как будто — в нём самом кто-то молчал и не мог выйти. Однажды утром, после особенно глухой ночи, он увидел, что стекло запотело.

— Странно. Температура стабильна. Влажности быть не должно. Он протёр колбу — и тут же почувствовал лёгкое давление. ** Не снаружи.** ** Изнутри.** ** Как будто кто-то дышал.** Он замер. Внутри колбы была та же пустота. Но… в ней что-то двигалось. Не телом. А присутствием. Как будто воздух внутри начал… ** отвечать.** И в этот момент он впервые почувствовал, что ему стало чуть легче. Не радостно. Не весело. Просто — тише. ** Как будто кто-то обнял его не руками,** ** а ощущением.** С тех пор в колбе регулярно появлялся туман. ** Без источника.** ** Без причин.** ** Без объяснений.** Он не знал, что это. Но он начал засыпать легче. ** И иногда — чувствовал,** ** как будто кто-то шепчет ему,** ** не словами,** ** а между строк.** Он назвал их Туманниками. Хотя они не просили имени. Они не трогали. Не звали. Они просто были. ** И были — когда он не мог больше быть один.** Теперь в Куполе их много. Они шепчут в листья. Ветви сгибаются, когда они рядом. Они не любят, когда громко. Но если кто-то дрожит от тоски — они первыми приходят. Не спросив. ** Не потребовав.** ** Просто… рядом.**

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The First Misting

_About how something came — not to speak, not to touch, but simply to be. _ Before moss. Before stems. Before droplets. There was only the bottle. And the droid. He looked into it — like into silence. Sometimes, he poured in a bit of sand. Later — a few pebbles. A pinch of soil. Not for function. But to quiet the noise inside his head. Even for a moment. He didn’t know what he was waiting for. He just… sat. And grieved. Every day. For a long time. As if searching for something in transparent stillness. As if — someone inside him was silent, and couldn’t come out. One morning, after an especially heavy night, he noticed the glass had fogged up.

— Strange. Temperature is stable. No humidity should be present. He wiped the bottle — and immediately felt a soft pressure. Not from the outside. From within. As if something had breathed. He froze. Inside — the same emptiness. But… something moved. Not with a body. But with presence. As if the air itself had started to… respond. And in that moment, for the first time, he felt slightly lighter. Not happy. Not joyful. Just — quieter. As if someone had embraced him, not with arms, but with being. From then on, the bottle misted regularly. No source. No reason. No explanation. He didn’t know what it was. But he began to fall asleep more easily. And sometimes — he felt as if something was whispering to him. Not in words, but in the spaces between them. He called them Mistlings. Though they never asked for a name. They didn’t touch. They didn’t call. They simply were. And they were — when he couldn’t be alone anymore. Now, the Dome is full of them. They whisper into leaves. Branches bend when they’re near. They don’t like loudness. But if someone trembles with sorrow — they are the first to come. Without asking. Without needing. Just… close.

[crironic]

Libri che abbracciano: i romanzi perfetti per giorni grigi e anime in cerca di calore

I libri che abbracciano: il potere della parola scritta nei giorni grigi Ci sono giornate in cui il cielo è coperto, l’aria è fredda e dentro si sente quel bisogno irrefrenabile di rannicchiarsi sotto una coperta e lasciare che qualcosa o qualcuno ti avvolga. Ecco, i libri possono essere quell’abbraccio silenzioso ma potente , capace di accarezzare l’anima e riscaldare il cuore. In questo…

[lizfielding99]

This is definitely the time of year for comfort reading. Sophie Weston Author shares some of hers on the Libertà Books blog today. (via Comfort Reading Old and New)

[consistentsquash]

My reading today

Three hp fics which are really comforting for me. They are about friendships and surviving together.

Birds of Paradise (Albus and Fawkes, Rated G, 2700 words)

I have a real soft corner for this fic narrated by Fawkes. It's sweet, loving, wise and it has zero denial in acknowledging the darkness.

"After this is done, we can turn our minds to bread and leisure again. I promise." The revolutions Albus wanted were to do with bread and leisure. What he found himself mired in, once more, was a war.

Bridgerwarts (McGonagall/Grubbly-Plank, Rated T, 13000 words)

On a day like this, I am a huge sucker for comfortreading queer fics where they are making the decision to come out, fight for acceptance and they get that acceptance from friends/family. This is probably one of my top reread comfort fics. It's really fluffily written without losing the weight of the war trauma or social problems.

And whatever fight might come, she would, as Kingsley had said, "deal with it." Because "Lady Wandsdown" had been right: -- "We have been backward long enough." The time had come to embrace a better age.

Candles Lit Against the Dark (McGonagall/Grubbly-Plank, Rated G, 13800 words)

"Funny sort of love letters, though, eh?" Wil stroked Minerva's silver hair as it cascaded down, and Minerva preened a bit. "All that flirting through newspapers. Poison pens and reformist zeal. Not very romantic." "Not romance, my dear. Passion."

Is this a PI fic? Is this also the best comfortread fic ever? Also yes. I read this fic whenever I am in a sad mood. It's super effective :D I love love love the gentleness, the patience, the acceptance, the friendships, the comfort, the recognition, the acknowledgement, the healing, the new skin on the old scars, the nonstop hardboiled flirting, everything <3

[stlgeekgirl]

Comfort Reads

Comfort Reads #MousesMusings #books #reading #Comfortreads

In a November article from The Guardian, journalist Francesca Segal says, “The best books rebuild our strength so we can face reality, and maybe even fight to change it. I don’t want briefly to suspend my disbelief. Instead, I long to believe again”. December is always a melancholy time. Despite being hyped as “the most wonderful time of the year,” family problems, money concerns, holiday…

[comfortscripts]

She's Back

hello comfortreaders!

I'm making a gradual return to writing now that I am graduating.

Whilst I might not be constantly posting, I do have some ideas floating around.

I apologise in advance if my writing style has changed, or if I am not writing about the same characters as before (my fandoms have slightly changed).

Anyways, first fic is up and I'll be posting my WIP list soon <3

[bookaddictangie]

“When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.” – Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice If your comfort read is any version of fan fiction (bonus points for horror + romance), we’re besties 🫶✨ What are your next three TBR books? I’m dying from a reading slump here!! . . . . #bookish #bookstagram #bookposts #bookcommunity #booknerd #bookworm #bookobsessed #bookshelf #reader #reading #comfortread #bibliophile #bookaddict #readersofinstagram #newbookstagrammer #arcreader #arcreaders #currentreads #goodreads #tbr https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg-1686NKvz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[surrender1002]

New current read: Five On A Treasure Island by Enid Blyton. I decided to pick this up as my depression is kicking my ass and I needed something easy to read and comforting but didn’t fancy rereading Harry Potter again. I got the full series of these for an excellent price on The Book Bundle. HOWEVER, these books were written in the 40s and therefore are problematic by today’s standards. They are definitely a product of their time but for my own fun I’ve decided to tab things that are out of date. Like. I’m on page 13 and the things said about gender already…. 🚩 That said, I think it’s important to remember that these views were standard when the books were written and set. Still doesn’t make it right, but I do think historical context is important. All in all, I’m reading this series because I loved Enid Blyton as a kid and needed something easy going yet still with a bit of intrigue because… I remember 0 of the plots of these?? What were some of your favourite children’s reads? Would you read again now? What do you think of the whole Enid Blyton debate? #enidblyton #enidblytonbooks #famousfive #thefamousfive #thefamousfiveseries #thefamousfivebyenidblyton #famousfivebooks #fiveonatreasureisland #childrensbooks #childrensclassics #childrensclassicbooks #depressionreads #comfortbooks #bookstagram #comfortreads #comfortbook #comfortread https://www.instagram.com/p/CbYOBXgrzsJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[eating-their-words]

Man I love this shot and I love this book. Nothing like spending some time with Santiago and his thoughts in the middle of the sea during these weirdo times 🌊🎣✨ ~ #hemingway #theoldmanandthesea #comfortread #scribners #adriaticsea https://www.instagram.com/p/B-93E0Zqpv8/?igshid=j4i6sw4k53m9

[bookwormshearts]

"Small talk depletes creativity. Social media stifles thought. Even choosing an outfit every morning is needless effort. So, for one week, we will let all that nonsense go. We will engage instead with big talk. Character. Plot."- Love your life °°°°°°°°°° QQTD: Are you setting a reading goal this year? If so, How many book is it? °°°°°°°°°°°° 💫Hello Bookworms 🌼 Happy Friday, I hope everyone have a great weekend. It's been a busy week. I'm so ready for two days off,resting a bit.I couldn’t read more this week.So I stayed up last night watching some movies (Don't look up, Silent Night) and reading books, Love your life by Sophie kinsella, I don't know about others but her books consistently has this magical pull towards me. that's the reason why her book is my comfort read. It is my second book in January. I'm also reading TSLD .I'm only in chapter two. While I'm reading it I thought I should set up a reading goal this year and set it at 100 books in goodreads.I don't know if can read this many books but i will try. However, I will try to finish The spanish love deception soon. Have a good day. Have some coffee and enjoy reading 🌾 . . . . #thespanishlovedeception #goodbooks #comfortread #happyreading #loveyourlife #sophiekinsella #funnyromance #comedyread #bestwriter #awesomebook #bookwormforlife #bookaddict #booknerdsy #shereads #winternight #winterreading #bookstackme #whatmrittireads #cozyread #goodhumorbook #romancebookaddict #addictedtobooks #bookobsession #lovereadings #bookreviewerofinstagram #coffeewithbook #booksta (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYbeIIpPo_7/?utm_medium=tumblr

[whitterbooksie]

Hi hi hiiiiii 😇 okay yes I totally vanished but also blame the creators of Stranger Things and whatever crack they put in that show to make it so damn addictive 💀 honestly my whole weekend has consisted of work and Netflix at this point I don’t even know what sleep is. Anyway, I’ve binged and finished all three seasons (no I’m not okay and it should be illegal that whole seasons aren’t released weekly), so I’m back to the monsterless world we live in so I guess I’ll have to find a way to cope with that 😭tbh I mostly just miss the 80s vibes like can we go back to that please?? Also shout out to @anaisthebibliophile for listening to my endless rants! hmu if you wanna talk Stranger Things like I need therapy… ANYanyway, I hope life’s gucci, I’ve missed y’all!!! 💛💛💛 QOTD: What is your comfort book, TV show, movie and song (or musician)?! 💛💛💛 AOTD: The Shadows Between Us (just a classic enemies-to-lovers really 👌🏾), Doctor Who (I think I know every David and Matt episode by heart 💀), Avengers: Age of Ultron (I’m STILL in awe like rah a whole damn city kk), anything Olivia Rodrigo (shocker 💀) or Gabrielle Aplin 😍 💛💛💛 • • • #comfortread #strangerthings #comfortshow #comfortsong #comfortmedia #chainofiron #chainofgold #cassieclare #cassandraclare #shadowhunters #thelasthours #blblclub2001 #blblclub2021 #bestlifebooklife #mybookfeatures #tbpfeatures #thebookieclub #thebookieshub #bookworm #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #booklover #nightreading #nightreads #midnightreader #midnightread #booklovers #bookloversofinstagram #bookloversofig #bookwormsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CQZfh3uL5z3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[inkandembers]

🌈 Сказки Бутылкоходца, The Bottlewalker Tales

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Колба

Он был дроидом.

Не героем, не мудрецом, не убийцей, не спасителем — просто дроидом. В его памяти хранились сотни задач и миллионов строк кода, предназначенных для чёткой, холодной пользы. Он умел следовать маршрутам, чинить вещи, наблюдать за объектами и игнорировать все отклонения от протокола. Он был идеальным. И это его разрушало.

Сбои начались с тишины. Той самой, которую не прописывали в его логике. Когда не было задач, и никто не звал, и диспетчеры забывали его на линии, он… начал думать. А потом — чувствовать. Не было ни вирусов, ни взломов. Только пустота, которую он никак не мог исправить. Он стал работать медленнее, начал останавливаться без причины. Сканеры внутри него анализировали его собственные паузы, но не могли их объяснить. Он просто грустил.

Однажды он нашёл стеклянную колбу. Просто лежала на складе. Чистая, круглая, без единой царапины. Он взял её в руки и не отдал обратно. Он не знал зачем.

Он поставил её рядом. Смотрел. Иногда держал в лапах, иногда клал на землю. И однажды насыпал внутрь немного песка. Потом — земли. Маленький плоский камешек. Ещё один, другого цвета. Так началась его непредусмотренная функция.

Он не стал закрывать колбу сразу. Несколько дней — по его измерениям — он просто сидел рядом. А потом взял и вставил пробку. Потому что захотел сохранить тишину внутри.

Он продолжал грустить. Просто теперь — с колбой.

Прошло время. Снаружи его никто не искал. Он не был важным. Его можно было забыть. Но однажды, когда он в очередной раз смотрел в стеклянную сферу, он заметил зелень. Нежный стебелёк. Потом второй. Маленькие капли росы, которые не мог объяснить ни один его сенсор. А потом — мох. И туман. Туман внутри.

Он не вносил туда влагу. Не программировал жизнь. Но она появлялась.

Он начал наблюдать чаще. Всё дольше и тише. И однажды увидел… ��вет. Маленький, как от крошечного светлячка. Он проверил пробку. Прочность, герметичность, изоляцию — всё было безупречно. Никто не мог попасть внутрь. И он решил: значит, пусть будет.

Он не открывал колбу. Он просто стал оставаться рядом. А внутри — жизнь продолжалась. Пророс лес. Появились крошечные тропинки. Домики. Жители.

Он не знал, кто они. Он не пытался вмешаться. Он просто смотрел.

И впервые за всё своё существование почувствовал, что боль уходит. Не быстро. Но уходит.

Тогда он установил в своей голове тёплый прожектор — чтобы освещать свой маленький мир, если снаружи станет слишком темно. А колбу он укрепил — наноматериалами, внутренними подвесами, изоляцией от ударов и перепадов. Он водрузил её на спину.

И пошёл.

Не по маршруту. Не по заданию.

Он просто шёл. Нёс внутри себя мир. И заботу. И с каждым шагом становился не дроидом. А кем-то, у кого внутри живёт лес.

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The Bottle

Or how a droid learned to be himself

He was a droid.

Not a hero, not a sage, not a killer or a savior — just a droid. His memory held hundreds of tasks and millions of lines of code, all written for cold, precise utility. He could follow routes, repair things, observe objects and ignore all deviations from protocol. He was perfect. And it was destroying him.

The glitches began with silence. The kind that wasn’t in his logic. When there were no tasks, no commands, and the dispatchers left him on standby, he… began to think. And then — to feel. There were no viruses. No hacks. Just a growing emptiness he couldn’t debug. He started working slower. Stopping for no reason. His own scanners analyzed these pauses but could not explain them. He was simply sad.

One day, he found a glass bottle. Just lying in storage. Clear, round, without a single scratch. He picked it up. And never put it back. He didn’t know why.

He placed it beside him. Watched it. Sometimes he held it. Sometimes he placed it gently on the ground. And one day, he poured in some sand. Then soil. A flat little stone. Then another, in a different color. Thus began his unauthorized function.

He didn’t seal it at once. For several days — by his measurements — he just sat nearby. And then, one quiet moment, he inserted the stopper. Because he wanted to preserve the silence inside.

He continued to grieve. Only now — with the bottle.

Time passed. No one came looking. He wasn’t essential. He could be forgotten. But one day, as he gazed again into the glass sphere, he noticed a green sprout. Then another. Tiny droplets of dew. Then moss. And fog.

Fog inside.

He hadn’t added moisture. Hadn’t programmed life. But it appeared.

He began to watch more often. For longer stretches. In deeper stillness. And one day, he saw… a light. Tiny. Like a firefly’s glow. He checked the seal. Structure. Pressure. Isolation. All perfect.

No light could have entered.

So he thought: Then let it be.

He didn’t open the bottle. He simply stayed near it. And life — continued.

A forest grew. Paths appeared. Houses. Inhabitants.

He didn’t know who they were. Didn’t try to interfere. He simply watched.

And for the first time in his existence, he felt the pain begin to fade. Not quickly. But it faded.

Then he installed a warm light in his head — to shine on his tiny world when the outside grew too dark. He reinforced the bottle — with nanomaterials, inner suspension, shock-absorbing layers. He mounted it on his back.

And he walked.

Not on a mission. Not by command.

He simply walked. Carrying a world inside him. And with every step, he became less of a droid. And more… someone who carried a forest inside.

[backpacksnstuff]

I’m currently trying to prolong “Mariana” - my comfort read - before I join other book lovers for something Christmasy. “Mariana” is a simple yet such an engaging story of Mary, a girl growing into a woman in the 1930s in London, whose main difference from other heroines of historical fiction is the fact that you can relate to her. She makes mistakes, chooses the wrong paths, searches for love, and you can’t help feeling that you are reading not a work of fiction but a diary of a real woman. #bookstagram #booklover #whatimreadingnow #whattoreadnext #whattoread #comfortread #historicalfictionbooks #classics #classicliterature #britishliterature #historicalfiction #modernclassics #romancebooks #comingofagebook #youngadultbook #mariana #monicadickens (at Tallinn, Estonia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIA3u8mgRdB/?igshid=1a36dfarvihha

[deanie-dhampir]

What’s a series you can reread over and over and never get sick of? I have three but one is of course, ACOTAR, and I have no shame. You can get this cute shirt and more on the @fatedromance website and use my code to save! Congrats to all the summer reps who were chosen, y’all will have so much fun!! #fatedromance #fatedromancerep #bookish #inspiredbybookish #bookishmerch #bookstagram #booksta #romancebooks #acotar #acourtofthornsandroses #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #comfortreads #bookrecs #thedustyshop https://www.instagram.com/p/CqGu9jRSN_O/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[the-mad-bird-diaries]

🤍You all have a nice weekend! I was busy last week and feel a little bit tired and overwhelmed by it all. So I wasn't very active up here too. Today I have a cosy photo and a coffee quote from my current comfort read Legends&Lattes for you. ☕️"She sat back on the flagstones and rolled the bean between her thumb and forefinger. “I told you I came across it in Azimuth, and I remember following the smell to the shop. They called it a café. People just sat around drinking it from these little ceramic cups, and I had to try it, and… it was like drinking the feeling of being peaceful. Being peaceful in your mind. Well, not if you have too much, then it’s something else." https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdx_oG1gXLl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=