#L.R writes

[lr-scarlet]

So I'm writing a Soukoku fanfic and-

Good job, Google Docs, Good job. Because Chuuya's first flying by Dazai's face makes so much more sense than his fist. Yeah, totally. I understand.

[sulfur1c-4cid]

im desperately trying to actually do my schoolwork but my book for a project just has a huge ass turn and I can still feel my heart getting stabbed I can't fucking recover or focus

holy scheisse

don't get me wrong it's fucking amazing but I'm about to actually die right now

THIS book... I'm gonna scream

[spiderb00]

- DOMESTICATED, L.R

"A stream with your friends may not go as planned when your girlfriend shows up to give you a warning"

warnings - fluff, reader is a streamer and a nerd, lara is bossy ;)

now playing - never lose me, by Flo Milli, SZA, Cardi B

"Tell me you don't ever wanna lose me"

Things were on fire on the live stream, the game you and your friends had chosen to play seemed silly at first, but soon things started to get a little heated between your friends.

Your friends' shouts were deafening to anyone outside, but the group of you didn't seem to be repulsed by the noise. The live chat didn't seem bothered either, spamming things and writing in caps lock just to match the tone of voice you were using.

You were red, the veins in your neck were popping and you'd lost count of how many times your mouse pad had been knocked off in the middle of a game.

The game you and your friends had chosen to stream today was among us, it had been a while since any of you had tried the game that had been a fever during the quarantine, so you decided to go back to the old days for at least one night.

“Oh no, you're going to blow that vein any minute...”

"IT WAS MEGAN! I'M PRETTY SURE SHE'S THE IMPOSTOR!"

“dude, it's already 1:00 am, your neighbors hate you :/”

You laughed lightly at Chat's comments, knowing full well that your studio has very good soundproofing, precisely because of the thousands of warnings and fines you've received for noise.

"Chat, I'm putting a bit of emotion into this game. I have to shout at these guys, or they'll just swallow me alive!" You protested.

You knew that your friends were just as noisy as you, so it was either scream or simply be devoured by the sea of voices.

Once again, a body was found, everyone gathering to discuss what had happened. You were controlling yourself, complying with the chat requests and trying not to scream so much, but fate wasn't cooperating with you.

Or at least Megan wasn't.

“Yn was close to the body... just saying!” That was a very big lie, you were doing your tasks, far away from wherever the little pink-haired liar had found the body.

“THAT'S A LIE!” Yeah, you couldn't control it.

"IT'S TRUE! I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES!" Megan shouted back, a small noise coming from her headset.

"MEGAN SKIENDIEL, YOU'RE A LIAR! AND PROBABLY THE MURDERER!"

“WHY WOULD I BE THE MURDERER?”

“WHY ARE YOU LITERALLY ACCUSING ME!”

“YOU'RE GUILTY!”

The shouting increased, your other friends joining in the discussion, some believing you and others believing Megan. The Chinese girl shouting at the top of her voice how everyone should vote for you.

“MEGAN, I SWEAR, YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR...”

Suddenly, the door to your studio opened quickly, almost as if someone wanted to scold you about all your shouting and the unbearable noise coming from the room you were occupying.

When you saw Lara, your screams stopped, you let go of the button that allowed your microphone to turn on, and you took the headset out of your ears, letting it hang around your neck.

Your girlfriend was there, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, in her pajamas and with an angry expression on her face, even if her eyes still had a sleepy haze.

“You're shouting so loudly that I can hear you through the acoustic!” The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow, looking at you with the look you knew all too well. "It's one in the morning, babe. Are you losing your mind?"

Shrugging in your chair, you shrugged embarrassedly, totally forgetting that the live - audience could still see and hear you.

“Sorry, babe.”

And there it is, the voice soft and low, the voice the chat hasn't heard since you started playing. The veins in your neck have disappeared and the expressions on your face have softened since Lara entered the room.

“If you're not going to finish the live now, at least be aware that it's late.” The Indian girl approached, grabbing your chin and pulling you away from the camera.

Her free hand wrapped around your hair, pulling you into a slow kiss. Lara's lips made you dizzy, and your hands reached for her waist as if it were a law to be obeyed.

At this point, you didn't even remember that there was a camera capturing it all, but your fans were catching every second of it, either to make cuts, edits, or just commenting madly on the chat.

“Omg, people, she's SO domesticated!”

“The way her voice dropped sharply, lara knows better :0”

“I love it when a nerd gets a baddie 💅”

“Girl, are you going to get down on all fours and bark?”

Pulling away from the kiss, Lara winked at you, dumping you completely motionless on the gaming chair and leaving the room.

You leaned back in your seat, dreamy eyes glancing in the direction of the chat, only to see all the comments you'd missed during your girlfriend's visit.

“Hey, I'm not domesticated!” You said, getting up and sitting down properly in the chair.

Putting your headphones back on, you looked at the computer screen again, only to see your character being thrown from the spaceship, and the classic message saying you weren't the impostor appearing on the screen. You took a deep breath before turning your microphone back on.

“MEGAN!”

just a little fic for you guys, hope you enjoyed it. this is very short, cos it's just an idea I had while gaming with my friends.

anyway, what did you think of beautiful chaos? i just loved it, i think my top 5 is

1. gameboy

2. M.I.A

3. Gabriela

4. Mean girls

5. Gnarly

not that I don't like gnarly, don't get me wrong, but as I've listened to it many times, I'm really addicted to the other songs at the moment.

Anyway, stay safe and drink water,

xoxo, spider.

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When did you discover your passion for writing?

I have always enjoyed writing, even as a child. Initially, I wrote poems, later satire and short stories.

What encouraged you to make the leap of faith to publish your first book?

After participating on a satirical internet site and gaining inspiration from many of the superb writers there, an idea for a ‘mad outrageous novel’ entered my head, so I decided to pursue the idea and it ended up in a trilogy.

How did you get started with the publishing process?

After several attempts to get my manuscript published, and being constantly rejected, I decided to search for a literary agent. After searching the internet, I found one in New Zealand and she loved my work, pitched it to her clients and thereafter I received a contract for all three books.

What were three things you learned about the publishing process?

Never accept rejection after rejection, that is normal practice in the publishing world. If one’s work is good enough, and one believes in it, sooner or later a publisher will give an author the possibility, alternatively, authors should find a responsible agent. Thirdly, never give up, I did not.

What was a mistake you made you have used as a lesson learned?

I once nearly fell for a vanity publisher in Australia, I was on the verge of paying their fee, but at the last minute after consulting with my wife, pulled out, and swore never to have my work published by the ‘sharks’ of the publishing world; it is better to self-publish

What advice would you give an aspiring author?

Never give up if your work is good enough, never pay for having your books published, and if you become so desperate after non-stop rejections, then self-publish your work.

What inspired your latest book published

My creative juices led me to something I have never attempted; a cycle of abuse-thriller. The idea came so I just started writing and the story unfolded. Furthermore, I also have written my autobiography feeling my life’s experiences were worth writing about.

What is a brief summary/synopsis of this book?

I attempt to take the readers on a journey from childhood to the 'cold blooded killer' who manifests itself. I do not attempt any form of justification in the horrors that unfold, but those who read the book will not experience serial-killing just for a bit of blood slashing, they will follow the development of the character and at least understand WHY such a child could become an 'ice-cold killing machine' with no feelings towards its victims, just downright hatred. I also take the readers to the depths of debauched human behavior within the pages, not just child abuse, but also, how many innocent kids turn out be be filled with 'demons' and are forced to live in a jungle of helplessness searching for any means to survive their wretched situations."

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[lilyofporcelain]

Servility - Part II

[Part I]

The missive delivered into her hand containing her house’s seal left her on edge. As she stood in the kitchen, she thought about what time it was. Still dark outside. A little chilly. She’d been unable to sleep. Most nights were becoming that, in truth. Lack of sleep. Lack of appetite. In the early hours of a morning not yet touched by daylight, Laeynna had put her practising to the test. She didn’t know what Andaeros had ahead of him, had no intention of asking, and feared the answer if she did anyway. Whatever it was planning to greet him, she decided the least she could do was make him breakfast, which was precisely how she’d spent those earlier hours.

Eyeing the counter where she left it for him—a collection of things she knew he liked, she finished seeing to the dishes, and penning the short and concise note she’d planned to leave. With her own letter in hand, she paused in the bedroom, taking a moment or two to watch him, and admire him with a soft gaze, as he slept, unable to help wondering what it was he dreamt about. If he dreamt at all. Perhaps of older days. Darker days. Days that made him the man he was in the present. Just looking at him, she felt conflicted. How nice it might have been to stay and yet how evident it was that she couldn’t. 

Setting it down in the very place he normally woke to her in, Laeynna dipped and she pressed the most feather-light of kisses atop his temple. How many more times would she have to do that? Despite her aching wants, she did not think there would be many, but perhaps that was for the best. Maybe she would be wrong. She so badly wanted to be proven wrong. Quietly, she turned to leave, closing his bedroom door in part, leaving it open by only a touch.

Laeynna gathered herself, taking a breath outside, and with her letter in hand, she set out.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Pale blonde and silver had begun to show itself as it did on occasion and Laeynna had admittedly waited longer than she should have to tend to it. It was not usually an outing she shared with others and many in her life, past and perhaps even present, had always thought her hair to naturally be as dark as sable. Of course, within the last year, most of the faces that had been a part of her life knew better. Laeynna was a woman of moonlight from head to toe. The morning hours would see at least the head to be rectified. Moonlit hair belonged to the name that was, once more, no longer hers.

When the sun had already risen in that fair afternoon, she had been, at least by physical appearances, whole again. Instead of returning to the apartment, she found herself seated at a tavern, an atlas beneath her fingertips and the letter she’d finally had the courage to open after a few too many glasses of Suntouched Reserve.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Zinnvais, Find your way to the estate in three days’ time for afternoon tea. If you fail to show, you will not take the liberty of writing again, for indeed, your correspondence shall find itself tasted by flame. Sincerely, L.R. Luridveil

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

She’d laughed the first time she read it, though that was likely an immediate reply caused by the drink that sloshed about in her head. There was, in fact, nothing at all amusing about the way he’d responded. Of course, she supposed it was nice that he’d responded at all. She supposed it was also nice that he hadn’t seen fit to berate her, though she imagined that he was simply saving all of that for the ‘three days’ time’ that he gave her. Was it too much to hope that she’d arrive on the family lands and she wouldn’t be greeted by cold, penetrating stares?

Unrealistic, at best.

Still giggling to herself in a most inappropriate way, she only fixed herself when she nearly knocked over her glass. Restraining ill-placed humour, Laeynna straightened her posture, an equally misplaced smile tugging at her mouth, as if she simply couldn’t help herself. She looked it over once more, that same writing she had been so keen to emulate in her younger years. Still flowing and perfect, just like the book she carried written in his hand.

Freeing a quiet snort, she folded the letter back up, index fingertip tracing over its seal. As she was putting it aside, her attention was drawn onto the presence at her table, so distant from the entrance and deliberately chosen in a rather quiet corner where she had incorrectly suspected she would not be disturbed. There she found the unimpressed server, a woman who looked as if Laeynna was probably not the first drunkard she’d had for the day and likely wouldn’t be the last.

“Can I get you anything? Bread? Cheese?”

There was wisdom in both of those things, but Laeynna was deaf to wisdom. She lifted a hand and shook her head. “More wine.” A lack of wisdom piled atop another lack of wisdom. Met with a sigh of unsolicited resignation, the server was waved away and Laeynna’s attention turned onto the atlas she’d procured.

Not Quel’thalas. That much was certain. It was her home, of course, when one considered a home at its most simple term. She’d been born and raised there. Had lived a good deal of her life there before the exile. Had not planned on coming back and had it not been for Ashire’s estate, his reclamation, or the information he had on her, she would not have stayed. Of course, so many things had not gone as she’d anticipated, so it was not terribly surprising that one more fell through her hands and she wound up somewhere she didn’t expect to be. Life certainly was all about expecting the unexpected, it seemed.

Durotar was too dusty and arid for her tastes. The Wetlands were… well. Wet. Val’sharah seemed promising. Flora everywhere. Getting to it would be difficult, but that, perhaps, wasn’t the worst thing, considering her situation. She wondered what the likelihood was of even being able to establish a residence there. Would her father know? She couldn’t wait to have that discussion with him. It wasn’t hard to imagine the sharpening of his gaze as he pursued a line of questioning involving answers Laeynna did not want to give or explain.

When she found her wine glass full again, she idly traced her fingertip about its rim, leaning onto her other arm in thought. Then she took it into hand and wasted very little time in draining it to half, coveting the fuzzy way it embraced her and tickled her insides. Made her think of younger years and stiff galas where she drank to avoid people. Where she drowned herself to forget those nights and those eyes and those words and everything else that they’d come with. Her gaze was dull, fixed on the deep red that lapped up against the interior of the glass, a moment’s distaste pulling at her mouth. It lasted a moment, replaced by a thought that was so preposterous that it immediately made her angry and amused all at the same time.

Suppose I stayed with Velios?

A terrible idea. She couldn’t stand him and was relatively certain he only tolerated her. Some referred to them as ‘friends’ and without doubt he’d escorted her here and there back when she’d needed an escape from the Larethmyr estate, but what had brought them together was rivalry and really very little else. Except perhaps the strange and bizarre… whatever it was he had going on with her sister. She also had no idea where the man lived. She didn’t even want to know.

Laeynna laughed again, a sharp little bark that betrayed the bitterness underneath it. No way. Probably. Good for a moment’s humour but nothing more, sharp and pointed as it was.

Leaning back in her chair, she found herself staring at the atlas. A whole world in front of her and she didn’t know where to go. Should have just thrown the pretty poignard Andaeros had gifted her for Winterveil at it and went to wherever it landed. But if she did that, she could just see her luck panning out and keeping her near Silvermoon, which was the last place she felt welcome. That wasn’t wholly true, of course, and a part of her seemed to know it, but the guilt was still so powerful and so intense that despite trying to put it aside, every time circumstance presented itself, it swallowed her right back up again. And it wasn’t just the circumstance. Without even knowing it, Andaeros had drastically added to it and she waged war with herself nearly every day to crush it down. She was going to break eventually, but at the very least, when she did, she could do so where no one who mattered would see. Like the tavern, as she saw fit to drink herself into an early grave.

She sighed. She needed a distraction. A real distraction. Could have gone back down to Silverpine to check on progress and things there, but she didn’t want that. There were some striking memories there that would only make things worse and exacerbate her feelings. 

Succulent Tart was having a gala, weren’t they? The idea could have been enjoyable. Would have been, even. She enjoyed watching the performances and testing the boundaries and comforts of her largely reserved demeanour. But following a breath, she realised she couldn’t do that either. After she’d found out what was happening, what had happened, that Andaeros’ past was not some faceless entity she’d not have to regularly compare herself to or contend with, After Dark had been an immense mistake on her part.

The worst part about that was that she wasn’t a horrible, heartless woman, hadn’t been one intentionally. Yet she certainly felt like one. And logically, there was no way for her to have known. Yet like so many other things, logic had, at least in the present, been overpowered by wine.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed. If she was hated, it wasn’t like there wasn’t a reason to do so. No. Almost certainly she’d be there. Laeynna definitely couldn’t go. She would have to find something different. In the same way that she’d have to spend the next however many hours winding herself down from the proverbial tub of fermented grapes she’d bathed herself in. The last thing she wanted to do was go back to his apartment and have to explain herself.

Or maybe she’d just stay at the inn for a day or two. Except that wasn’t going to work either. No matter how she spun it there were going to be questions. She’d have to speak sometime. She just couldn’t imagine it would matter whenever she did. She had to wonder at what point things would get better. Surely, they would.

She hoped they would. She had so many hopes and wondered how many of them were breaking in those moments she breathed.

[elliezlils11utt]

//WELCOME TO L.R’S SHITSHOW!!//

//masterlist!!// (updated monthly)

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☆ hihi, im L.R. she/her, 19, masc lesbian, im from texas but im in the midwest right now! im a writer, basketball player, guitarist, reader & artist? (most of my work will probably include nsfw things!!)

🧸🌾🍊🎨🧟‍♀️

// request guide:

- my requests are ALWAYS open! <33

- i will not write weird ass kinks (fuck the “no kink shaming” shit, y’all weird asf) things like, race play, age play, noncon etc..

- yes, im starting emoji anons! (first come first serve mls)

- please, only request characters i write for!

- ill most likely get around to your request, and i attempt to get em out pretty quick.

- men get out of my inbox pls and thank u!!

// things i write for:

TLOU 1 & 2

ARCANE

(possibly LIS if y’all would like that?)

// characters in write for:

(bolded are my favs to write)

♡ // TLOU // :

Ellie Willims

Abby Anderson

Dina Woodward (incominggg)

♡ // ARCANE //:

Violet

Sevika

Jinx

caitlyn

mel (imcommingg)

Grayson (incomingggg)

[queenmeriadoc]

“I am doubtful of myself about the undertaking [to write the Silmarillion]. Part of the attraction of The L.R., I think, due to the glimpses of a large history in the background: an attraction like that of viewing far off an unvisited island, or seeing the towers of a distant city gleaming in a sunlit mist. To go there is to destroy the magic, unless new unattainable vistas are again revealed.”

September 20th, 1963. Letters, page 333.

[jxrm]

book log - 2024

diva by daisy goodwin

the heiress by rachel hawkins

only if you’re lucky by stacy willingham

the chateau by jaclyn goldis

just stay away by tony wirt

the other mothers by katherine faulker

middle of the night by riley sager

the disappearance of astrid bricard by natasha lester

every time i go in vacation, someone dies by catherine mack

the last caretaker by jessica strawser

just for the summer by abby jimenez

house of glass by sarah pekkanen

the mayor of maxwell street by avery cunningham

first lie wins by ashley elston

the phoenix crown by kate quinn

murder road by simone st. james

the fury by alex michaelides

happiness falls by angie kim

the house of last resort by christopher golden

run rose run by dolly parton

the chalice of the gods by rick riordan

there should have been right by nalini singh

the mysterious case of the alperton angels by janice hallet

darling girls by sally hepworth

the pieces around us by leigh fields

love, theoretically by ali hazelwood

the teacher by frieda mcfadden

x by jack croxell

iron flame by rebecca yarros

the only suspect by louise candlish

throwback by maurene goo

the housemaid is watching by frieda mcfadden

zara hossain is here by sabina khan

slice by angie caedis

the ways of the dead by neely tucker

orphan train by christina baker

a court of silver flames by sarah j. mass

come and get it by kiley reid

the drowning woman by robyn harding

when i bleed: poems about endometriosis by maggie bowyer

the house in the pines by ana reyes

only say good things by crystal hefner

the mother-in-law by sally hepworth

daughter of mine by megan miranda

lore olympus: volume four by rachel smythe

this time it’s real by ann liang

anna o by matthew blake

the girl with the louding voice by abi dare

where the forest meets the stars by glendy vanderah

a friend in the dark by samantha m. bailey

the wife app by carolyn mackler

howl’s moving castle by diana wynne jones

the spanish love deception by elena armas

divide by jessa russo

lies and weddings by kevin kwan

the foxhole victory tour by amy lynn green

dying to tell by keri beevis

my father, the panda killer by jamie jo hoang

the wedding party by l.r. jones

girl gone mad by avery bishop

starter wife by bethany lopez

the queens of new york by e.l. shen

theater lovers by ciara blume

once upon a broken heart by stephanie garber

the surrogate mother by frieda mcfadden

crying in h mart by michelle zauner

don’t forget to write by sara goldman confino

the next girl by carla kovach

the paradise problem by christina lauren

ivy league liars by grace costello

every summer after by carley fortune

the ballad of never after by stephanie garber

a curse of true love by stephanie garber

the devil’s storybooks by natalie babbit

expiration dates by rebecca serle

the murmur of bees by sofia segovia

growing up hadley by dana harp

the vacation by john marrs

rum punch regrets by anna kemp

the five-star weekend by elin hilderbrand

people to follow by olivia worley

the treasure hunters club by tom ryan

you shouldn’t be here by lauren thoman

trophy wife by bethany lopez

seven summers by paige toon

veridian sterling fakes it by jennifer gooch

the friendship club by robyn carr

women of good fortune by sophie wan

the smuggler’s apprentice of guatemala by lachlan page

this summer will be different by carley fortune

natural selection by elin hilderbrand

the passengers by john marrs

asap by axie oh

island of shadows by christopher kvintus

swan song by elin hilderbrand

lore olympus: volume five by rachel smythe

blue hawaiian by carla luna

the villain edit by laurie devore

hermione granger and the order of the phoenix by sara baines-miller

the hotel nantucket by elin hilderbrand

bummer camp by ann garvin

pink glass houses by asha elias

cut and thirst by margaret atwood

the exception to the rule by christina lauren

#crimetime by jeneva rose

incidents around the house by josh malerman

the mistress by valerie keogh

kiki’s delivery service by eiko kadono

when we were friends by jane green

the honey-don’t list by christina lauren

worst wingman ever by abby jimenez

the perfect couple by elin hilderbrand

home is where the bodies are by jeneva rose

the only good indians by stephen graham jones

roar by cecelia ahern

the wedding people by alison espach

look in the mirror by catherine steadman

fit to die by daniel kalla

uglies by scott westerfield

hideaway by nicole lundrigan

the fortune teller by natasha boydell

crazy rich asians by kevin kwan

the wish by nicholas sparks

how the penguins saved veronica by hazel prior

the plus one by s. c. lalli

the haters by robyn harding

china rich girlfriend by kevin kwan

rich people problems by kevin kwan

the haunting of moscow house by olesya salnikova gilmore

the lonely hearts book club by lucy gilmore

the measure by nikki erlick

somewhere beyond the sea by tj klume

adam and evie’s matchmaking tour by nora nguyen

i was a teenage slasher by stephen graham jones

here one moment by liane moriarity

badass bonita by kim guerra

zetas till we die by amber and danielle brown

shred sisters by betsy learner

one of the girls by lucy clarke

society of lies by lauren ling brown

the radius of us by marie marquardt

fantasticland by mike bockoven

sheets by brenna thummler

the boyfriend by frieda mcfadden

delicates by brenna thummler

no one will know by rose carlyle

lights by brenna thummler

counting miracles by nicholas sparks

the night we lost him by laura dave

ghost stories by ron ripley

the hitchcock hotel by stephanie wrobel

for better or cursed by kate williams

the last one at the wedding by jason rekulak

creation lake by rachel kushner

like mother, like daughter by kimberly mccreight

libby lost and found by stephanie booth

the nosy neighbour by nita prose

needy little things by channelle desamours

the reappearance of rachel price by holly jackson

not another love song by julie soto

we used to live here by marcus kliewer

the stillwater girls by minka kent

yours for the taking by gabrielle korn

52 weeks and a party of one by bianca pensy aba

youthjuice by e.k. sathue

the manicurist’s daughter by susan lieu

the invisible life of addie larue by victoria e. schwab

the housekeeper’s wedding by frieda mcfadden

what does it feel like? by sophie kinsella

the anti-heroes by jen lancaster

the christmas book hunt by jenny colgan

christmas every day by beth moran

cruel winter with you by ali hazelwood

winter in paradise by elin hilderbrand

holiday hideaway by mary kay andrews

merry ever after by tessa bailey

what happens in paradise by elin hilderbrand

the widow's husband's secret lie by frieda mcfadden

trouble in paradise by elin hilderbrand

wrath of the triple goddess by rick riordan

deep dish by mary kay andrews

buried road by katie tallo

25 days by per jacobsen

please tell me by mike omer

[fyrenyx]

“Tell your story.

Shout it. Write it.

Whisper it if you have to.

But tell it.

Some won't understand it.

Some will outright reject it.

But many will

thank you for it.

And then the most

magical thing will happen.

One by one, voices will start

whispering, 'Me, too.'

And your tribe will gather.

And you will never

feel alone again.”

L.R. Knost❤️❤️

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[lr-scarlet]

Just a small bit of my up coming BSD soukoku one shot, "Restocking & Recharging," that makes me giggle🖤🖤

[meenawrites]

9 Books

Hellooooo so sorry for the lateness of this.

The lovely @carryonsimoncarryonbaz tagged me a while ago and I forgot to answer (but I have remembered! A triumph with my goldfish brain for real)

Likewise, series will be a single entry for me. Also guys, I feel like I haven't read a physical book in way too long, so some of these might be favorite reads of the moment and of all time. Also in no particular order:

The Carry On trilogy by Rainbow Rowell (@rainbowrowell). I will never shut up about this series. The characters and writing are some of my favorite ever, and I love seeing everyone's interpretations on here of different lines and moments and uncovering new layers to all of their emotional journeys. If you like the chosen one trope and have ever wondered what happens to the hero once they've done the thing/fulfilled the prophecy, this is definitely for you.

The An Ember in the Ashes series by Sabaa Tahir. I have yet to read the last book though so no one spoil! But a super well done series with incredible worldbuilding, plot, and characters. Definitely not a light-hearted series though so like be forewarned.

Dragonfall by L.R. Lam (@lauraroselam) I read this recently but as soon as I finished it I had the urge to re-read it again (which I will when I have time) just to re-absorb and understand everything about the world and character. It's such an imaginative world with very well defined history and social norms that my lore-loving brain couldn't get enough of. Highly recommend and can't wait for the sequel.

The Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan (obviously). One of my favorites of all time and a big marker of my childhood. Ashamed to say that I still haven't read The Blood of Olympus though, so don't come at me. I'm planning a reread of the full series at some point so I can actually remember what was going on before I read it.

The Wrath & The Dawn duology by Renée Ahdieh. This is a re-write/re-imagining of the tale of 1001 Nights. The characters in this were great, and Renée's descriptions were so beautiful and artistic. Being Middle Eastern myself, I really felt like she captured the essence of our food and culture. I just really loved reading a Middle Eastern-inspired fantasy for once. I like to go back to it a lot, and definitely need to read other books by this author.

Peter & The Starcatchers series by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson. Another childhood favorite. This is a re-write/re-imagining of Peter Pan, and starts with the story of how he actually became Peter Pan. From what I remember of this series, I absolutely loved the first three books. The last two were pretty good as well, but we started getting into a more modern time period and it wasn't my favorite thing to explore.

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson. This was a recent read so it's definitely just kind of been on my mind a lot. If you like magic libraries and flirty banter, you should read this. I loved the concept of books being alive and dangerous, and I loved the two main characters a lot. Elizabeth was a surprising delight and I really loved how smart and adaptable she was. All in all, it was just very enjoyable and ticked a lot of my favorite boxes.

Fablehaven series by Brandon Mull. This is another childhood staple. (I legitamately haven't had the opportunity to sit and read in so long that I'm blanking on anything I may have read in more recent years, forgive me). This was a super fun series with the main plot being about two siblings being sent to live with their grandpa for the summer who they don't really know very well. It seems like a normal farm on the outside but when magical things keep happening on the premises, it's hard to keep that façade up.

Ok so I didn't make it to 9. Clearly I haven't read much recently, and it's actually hurting my ego. This is tragic. I have a lot of books, but reading and buying books are lowkey separate hobbies for me. Someone recommend good books to me down below please and I will endeavor to read them.

I'll tag some people below whose usernames I actually know off the top of my head (sorry to any of my mutuals who don't see their names here), but I'd love to see anyone's favorites so feel free to tag me and participate.

@be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie

@shit-i-say-shit-i-think

@hyperfixatedfandomer

@milesocorro

@makedonsgriva

@noonopanir01

@rotxos-sweetheart

[2treez]

“Tell your story.

Shout it. Write it.

Whisper it if you have to.

But tell it.

Some won't understand it.

Some will outright reject it.

But many will

thank you for it.

And then the most

magical thing will happen.

One by one, voices will start

whispering, 'Me, too.'

And your tribe will gather.

And you will never

feel alone again.”

L.R. Knost

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Artist: Kari-Lise Alexander

[lucius-rivers]

Letter sent to @zaidamanderly following the news of her sister Manal's passing.

Dear Zai,

The news reached the Riverlands. I am aware there is nothing I can say that will give you solace in this time, for I know how dearly you loved your sister. Forgive me for having no better words to write to you during such a time.

If you wish for some company, I can make it to the North as soon as you ask me.

Your friend,

— L.R.

[leahweberking]

Our Shared Story

"Tell your story. Shout it. Write it. Whisper it if you have to. But tell it. Some won't understand it. Some will outright reject it. But many will thank you for it. And then the most magical thing will happen. One by one, voices will start whispering, 'Me, too.' And your tribe will gather. And you will never feel alone again."

L.R. Knost

[elliezlils11utt]

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about me :

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[botanyone]

The hidden complexity of pollinator networks in gardens

The hidden complexity of pollinator networks in gardens https://ift.tt/GD7o4wf A common question is “What is the best plant for pollinators?” Research from Brazil suggests this might be exactly the wrong question to ask. Instead of a one-shot solution, you should see serving pollinators as a relay. Different plants are needed for different times, for the same insects. The findings are the result of observations over the course of a year in the city of Maringá, Brazil. Perugini and colleagues tracked 127 flowering plants and 144 pollinator species through the seasons leading to 7,829 recorded interactions to see how plants and pollinators connected. They weren’t just interested in species, but also the traits of flowers. So they measured flower depth, tracked flowering timing, and mapped which pollinators visited which plants. With this data they then drew interaction networks to look for patterns. The major finding was that plant-pollinator networks were highly modular, like separate communities within the garden. Plants with similar flower shapes attracted similar pollinators. Because certain pollinators stayed with certain plants, there were ten communities using the same garden. The key to success was timing. Plants in the same pollinator group flowered at different times of the year. This means the pollinators in the same module could have a supply of food around the year. The authors write that this continuity may be what shapes pollinator assemblages. One of the surprises (to me) is how modular the network was. Perugini et al describe over 80% of the plants as “peripheral”, with interactions within just one module. Only Odontonema tubaeforme was identified as a network hub. This plant is not a native to Maringá. Something Maringá has that other places might not is pollinators active around the year. The pollinators therefore need food throughout the year. This is something that could be done if gardeners plant with a view to timing of flowers, and variety of shapes within the selection of flowers. Perugini and colleagues conclude: “Subtropical and tropical gardens already support significant populations of pollinators, but with more thoughtful consideration of what is planted, they could provide even greater resources for these ecologically important animals.” de Sousa Perugini, L.G., Jorge, L.R., Ollerton, J., Milaneze-Gutierre, M.A. and Rech, A.R. (2025) “High modularity of plant-pollinator interactions in an urban garden is driven by phenological continuity and flower morphology,” Urban Ecosystems, 28(3). https://doi.org/pqsb Read free via https://rdcu.be/epLTL  Cross-posted to Bluesky & Mastodon. Image: Odontonema tubaeforme. Turnstange / Wikimedia Commons The post The hidden complexity of pollinator networks in gardens appeared first on Botany One. via Botany One https://botany.one/ June 06, 2025 at 07:06PM