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[nursc]

i am obsessed with the fact that 29 year old civilian christine chapel somehow outranks spock, la'an and erica and has the same rank as una.

[fragilcline]

where : the living room when : before 11:30 pm but later into the party who : @sugcrxspice

"YOU KNOW, IT'S ACTUALLY A BIT FUNNY," Mei began, interrupting herself to take a swig directly from the bottle of champagne, conveniently not asking Ava where exactly it was obtained from. She had learned from her time around the cosmetologist and Mindy that somethings were better to just remain oblivious about when it came to the two of them. The way the night had been going wasn't exactly what the avid homebody would call enjoyable, but sitting there next to Ava, away from all the commotion of loud music and bodies, was probably the most fun she could have. Or maybe the champagne was already getting to her. "Tinker Bell tries to assassinate Wendy out of jealousy, and Peter barely bats an eye. Juliet stabs herself after her lover dies. I don't think we really picked costumes that scream 'our love lives are going great!'" It was more ironic than funny, but even so, she still managed to amuse herself with the comment, giving a chortle that was most definitely encouraged by the alcohol. At least finding something to laugh about in regards to everything made her feel less pathetic, and she hoped Ava could relate to that thought process. She held the bottle up to offer to the fairy, figuring she should probably get the bubbly liquid out of her own hands. "There's still probably time for a dreamy, masked stranger to turn your night around. The way that trope is so common in books, you would think it happens all the time." Then again, it may have been all the fiction that filled her head that made her romanticize a situation she shouldn't have in the first place.

[cptnpike]

As always, Chris was the last one to leave the med-bay.⠀ ⠀It wasn't because his injuries had been more extensive, the first away team was discharged hours ago and they had days of injuries to heal;⠀ ⠀it was because he was the last one to look for medical help.⠀ ⠀Sidestepping M'Benga's worried glances, and Chapel's tricorder, he had only allowed them to heal his ribcage long after the Enterprise left the planet and he was throughly chewed out by three different admirals for dismissing General Order One.

Back on the chair for less than forty-eight hours, and Starfleet was already unhappy with him.⠀ ⠀It must be some sort of record.

Nearing his first officer's quarters, there was a pep to his step. ⠀It was small, coming at every other step, not springy enough to be called a bounce, but it also mischaracterized his usual brisk pace around the ship.⠀ ⠀The lightness came from a realization which had wormed into his mind as M'Benga went over the crew's injuries and assured him that everything was in order, and his first officer could return to duty the next day;⠀ ⠀the briskness came from the fact that despite his abiding trust in his medical officer, he needs visual confirmation to know that she is well, and truly alright.

It was also the latter, which was more in tune with the rest of his behaviour.⠀ ⠀When she called out for him to enter, the smile on his lips did not distract from the worry darkening his eyes or the lines which appeared on his forehead as he looked her up and down, as if he was going to catch something with his naked eye that M'Benga had missed using state-of-the-art technology.

❛⠀⠀⠀How are you feeling, Number One? ⠀ ⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀ The external bruises were gone, but he knew, all too well, how that could hide a world of other problems.⠀ ⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀I doubt you've gotten any rest, or eaten anything since your prison break.⠀ ⠀ You can take a few more days off.⠀ ⠀ The ship is in perfect conditions, and your protégé is ... pretty good. ⠀ ⠀ ❜ Standing in front of her now, the desire to tease which had been burning at the back of his mind when he was in front of the door lessens in favor of worry; it doesn't completely go away, it just lessens momentarily, ready to spring back to life the moment he is sure Una is alright.

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[annjiru]

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[honeymark]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ㅡ

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˗ˏˋ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 :: hi miss soojin ! could u write smth ab 127 comforting their insecure gf ? thank u so much ! ´ˎ˗

⇢ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 feels the most secure when you’re by his side, so he’s quick to notice when you start pulling away from him. at first, it was the texts — on the days you didn't see each other, you'd always text him throughout the day, even though you knew you wouldn't get a written response. it's not that he didn't read them; he was too busy with work to respond, so he'd always react with a thumbs up or a simple "haha." but then, your daily text threads stopped. he knew you had your own life, so he assumed you were too busy to send updates, but the nightly phone calls stopped, too. did he do something wrong? did you find someone else? what the fuck was going on?

he waits until the weekend to talk about it, and he listens attentively as you open up about wanting to be “less clingy and annoying.” he takes your hand in his with soft, cool fingers in a reassuring grip. “i didn’t know you felt this way, y/n,” he says softly. he presses a light kiss to your knuckles before delicately pulling you into a warm embrace. “you aren’t clingy or annoying, baby. you’re the cutest person in the world, and in a perfect world, i’d spend the rest of my life right by your side. nothing is as special as the time we spend together, and that includes reading your daily updates and watching all the tiktoks you send me and falling asleep to your soft snores on our nightly facetime calls. i love it all, and i love you, so don’t pull away from me, please?”

⇢ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎 isn’t one to ruminate on the past, mainly because he tends to overthink and overanalyze every little detail in a sticky situation. that being said, it would be a blatant lie to say that he hasn’t looked into your former relationships and partners. he’s matured enough over the years to keep his jealousy in check, but no matter how much time he spends with you, he just can’t seem to shake off a lingering insecurity that’s convinced him he isn’t fulfilling your needs…

which is why he’s all the more surprised when you bring up the same insecurities to him. he listens without judgement or interruption as you express how you’ve been feeling, his heart aching as you tearfully open up about not being enough for him. he waits for you to finish before enveloping you in a tight hug, and he thanks you for being vulnerable with him, reminding you that your feelings and concerns are valid. he gets carried away with listing all of the qualities he loves about you, and he doesn’t stop until you seal his lips yourself with a kiss. “there’s nothing to compare, my love. no one holds a candle to you. you’re the one for me, i mean it!”

⇢ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 knew from the moment you met that there was no hope for him; he was going to fall head over heels in love with you. it’s been five years since then, and his affection for you has only increased tenfold. he truly admires everything about you, from your ability to understand and empathize with others, to your independence and strength, to your resilience and readiness to bounce back from any setback, to your creativity and ridiculous sense of humor. of course, he appreciates your beauty (something that he reminds you of very frequently, especially at night 🤠), but more than anything, he loves you for who you are and genuinely cherishes the depth of your connection.

so, unsurprisingly, he’s concerned by how suddenly adamant you are about not wanting to get dressed in front of him, something you’ve been doing for years now. at first, he doesn’t think much of it; you reserve the right to privacy, and he respects that, but it goes on for over a week. he’s sure something is bothering you, and his suspicions are confirmed by how you immediately burst into tears when he asks you about it. he holds you in a firm embrace as you describe how insecure you feel because of your stretch marks and acne scars. nothing hurts his heart more than to hear you disparage yourself, and he waits until you calm down to share his thoughts.

"it's okay to feel that way, babe. but i'm going to be honest...i think you're beautiful no matter what. who cares about stretch marks or acne scars? those are just nouns. they don't mean anything, and they definitely don't take away from how amazing of a human being you are. you’re beautiful, and i can’t get enough of you.”

⇢ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 is the first man you’ve ever met who’s been able to intellectually and humorously keep up with you, and you haven’t given him a chance to escape from your grip ever since (not that he’s ever wanted to, of course). the two of you met in college, and after months of constantly riffing off each other, you made the first move and confessed your feelings in an uncharacteristically sincere way. it’s been a few years since then, and while it’s undeniable that you two have the most fun when you’re together, you start to wonder if he really loves you. it’s not that your relationship was necessarily lacking anything; you two were plenty intimate, both emotionally and physically, but…it still couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

it’s one of those “let’s order pizza and rot on the couch for hours” kinds of nights when you finally find the courage to ask him, “do you love me?” he hears you, but it’s clear he doesn’t take you seriously; he doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone as he answers with a sarcastic “of course not.” he waits for you to respond with some sort of witty comeback, but you don’t. he glances up and nearly drops his phone on his face when he sees you tearing up. he immediately asks if you’re okay, and he solemnly listens as you make light of your insecurities. he pulls you into a rough hug and kisses you, his lips soft and sweet against yours. “shit, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were feeling this way. of course i love you. y/n, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and i’m sorry that i don’t say it enough. i love you, baby. i love you so much.”

[featheredbarkeep]

˗ˏˋ ♤ ´ˎ˗ . . . . . ╰──╮ an independent & selective roleplay side blog for Husk from vivziepop's hazbin hotel. au & oc friendly. crossovers encouraged. asks are open to everyone & threads are strictly mutuals only. rated mature 21+ !! google doc (follows back from @fadedtombs)

[beaglepuns]

˗ˏˋ ꕥ ´ˎ˗ . . . . . ╰���─╮ an independent & selective roleplay side blog for Barnaby B. Beagle from partycoffin's welcome home. au & oc friendly. crossovers encouraged. asks are open to everyone & threads are strictly mutuals only. rated 21+ !! google doc (follows back from @fadedtombs)

[divinegnosis]

˗ˏˋ ✞ ´ˎ˗ . . . . . ╰──╮ an independent & highly selective roleplay side blog for the first man, Adam from vivziepop's hazbin hotel. au & oc friendly. crossovers encouraged. asks & threads are strictly mutuals only. rated mature 21+ !! google doc (follows back from @fadedtombs)

[confettigator]

˗ˏˋ ✘✘ ´ˎ˗ . . . . . ╰──╮ an independent & highly selective roleplay side blog for gummigoo from gooseworx: the amazing digital circus. au & oc friendly. crossovers encouraged. asks & threads are strictly mutuals only. rated mature 21+ !! (follows back from @fadedtombs)

[nursc]

christine is a little bit superstitious and sort of believes in manifestation. originally, i had it the other way around: a scientist wouldn't be prone to such eccentricities, and then i realized, of course christine who is more of a mad scientist would have some of these little ticks.

she crosses her fingers, she bites her tongue, careful to never call the game before it's over.

[fragilcline]

where : outside the mansion when : after midnight who : @nvghtcrrors

MEI STUMBLED DOWN THE LONG DRIVEWAY of the mansion, lopsided in her trek and eventually coming to a stop only by the side of her body slamming against the passenger door of Mindy's car. She stayed there for a moment, finding some consolation in leaning against the car and not having to control her body anymore, finally getting enough energy to move herself away from the door to open it. Except the artist didn't take into account the momentum she put into pulling the door open in her drunken state, falling backwards on the previously white dress that was now most likely stained. "Ugh!" With a hand in the gravel pushing herself up, she did make it into Mindy's passenger seat, previously pristine wings now bent awkwardly and off-white. Her head tilted to the side awkwardly after she sat down and pulled the door shut, soft voice mumbling, "Thank you for picking me up." Considering how much of a lightweight she was, it wasn't a smart decision to split a bottle of champagne with Ava. But she had spent the night having to get glimpses of Benny flirting with anyone but herself, salt rubbing into an open wound. She was never special. She was just like everyone else he wanted something from. And hiding away with some alcohol and Ava, getting to spill their thoughts, seemed like a great idea until now, when she realized she had little control over herself. "I wish you came; it would've been more fun. Or at least I would have had someone else to help me to avoid conversations with people I didn't want to have. It should be easier to avoid people at a party that big." Her hand waved haphazardly, barely any energy behind the motion. A deep breath was inhaled before she added, "I think something really weird happened at that mansion. It didn't seem right."

[buddyblue]

˗ˏˋ ☆ ´ˎ˗ . . . . . ╰──╮ an independent & selective roleplay side blog for buddy blue from the 80s hit RAINBOW BRITE. au & oc friendly. crossovers encouraged. asks are open to everyone & threads are strictly mutuals only. (follows back from @fadedtombs)

[holybeagle]

˗ˏˋ ✞ ´ˎ˗ . . . . . ╰──╮ an independent & selective roleplay side blog for my Hazbin Hotel: Angel AU containing Barnaby B. Beagle from partycoffin's welcome home. au & oc friendly. crossovers encouraged. asks are open to everyone & threads are strictly mutuals exclusive. rated 21+ !! (follows back from @fadedtombs)

[theblurbwitchproject]

Ghostbird by Carol Lovekin

Published: March 17, 2016 Publisher: Honno Press

The Author

In her own words Carol Lovekin writes “stories that touch on the Welsh Gothic and its most powerful motif: the ghost. They concern the nature of magic and how it threads through the fabric of our lives. I explore possibilities: the fine line between the everyday and the time-shifting world of enchantment. My books are also firmly rooted in reality. I write about family relationships: how people, women in particular, respond to loss and how they survive. I set my stories in Wales, where I’ve lived for several decades: a place whose legends and landscapes inform my writing.”

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The Story

Nothing hurts like not knowing who you are. Nobody will tell Cadi anything about her father and her sister. Her mother Violet believes she can only cope with the past by never talking about it. Lili, Cadi’s aunt, is stuck in the middle, bound by a promise she shouldn’t have made. But this summer, Cadi is determined to find out the truth.

In a world of hauntings and magic, in a village where it rains throughout August, as Cadi starts on her search, the secrets and the ghosts begin to wake up. None of the Hopkins women will be able to escape them.

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The Vibe: small welsh village, gossipy locals, magical realism, everyday magic, family secrets, small town, LGBTQ+ subplot

The Style: beautiful prose, standalone, multiple POVs, character driven, coming of age

Trigger Warnings: child neglect, child death, suicide, depression

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The Review

From the very first page Ghostbird captured my imagination. The prose is so beautifully crafted that it felt special from the start. As I said my my last review, I’m always looking for the next Practical Magic, and this novel is the closest to Alice Hoffman’s gorgeous writing style that I’ve yet come across. I highlighted so many quotes during my read through that it was hard to choose just three to include in this review.

The plot revolves around Cadi, a fourteen year old girl who desperately wants a deeper understanding of her past, and primarily of her father and sister who both died in circumstances that her mother refuses to disclose. Violet, Cadi’s mother, is very clearly depressed and a rather cold woman, so Cadi spends a lot of time at the house next door where her aunt Lilli, her father’s sister, lives in a gorgeous witchy cottage that has been in their family for generations. Violet has forbidden Lilli from sharing any details about the family history with Cadi, which all comes to a head over the course of the story. Living in a small Welsh village where gossip is rife doesn’t help matters; Cadi knows that everyone else is privy to her business and is further alienated by this fact. Lovekin’s prose envelopes us in this world, at times both magical and aching with loneliness.

“The rain whispered against the window. A shiver ran down Cadi’s back, and for a second she saw her ghost-face in the glass. This time it was made of meadowsweet and lavender, and a solitary tea towel left hanging on the washing line.”

There are a number of references to character’s reflections in the story, a device which I found added to the introspective tone with a somewhat magical touch. Cadi feels like part of herself is missing; she doesn’t really know who she is, and frequently examines herself as a ghostly form in windows and screens, part-girl, part-background. She can’t be a fully realised person until she understands why her mother is so cold, how her father died and what happened to her sister.

Cadi’s aunt Lilli (short for Lilwen) desperately wants to help her niece understand her families’ past, but holds true to the promise she made to her sister in law and doesn’t spill the beans. Lilli is the witchiest character in the story, and also the most likeable. (Honestly, I found myself enjoying her subplot more than the main storyline.) Amongst Lilli’s overgrown witches’ garden, in Cadi’s lonely bedroom, and the mysterious lake that she is drawn to, the family history begins to unfold.

Lovekin really captures small internal moments that we all experience beautifully; “Light like bee pollen caught in the fine hairs on her bare arm.” I seriously can’t explain how gorgeous her prose is. She also utilises a literary device that I can’t help but love by making use of weather and nature to punctuate dramatic moments or plot points. Frequent unseen bird calls, and a silent barn owl (or ghost-bird), increase the mystery as Cadi begins seeing a ghostly little girl in and around her house.

“A place this old must surely be a few parts magic, and who knew what ancient charms clung to the brickwork? Old wisdom attached itself, collected in puddles, slipped under eaves and down chimneys. Wild magic loitered in lanes, cunning as magpies. If it danced by the door, the village knew the wisest move was to drop the latch. Myths were entwined with reality as tightly as the honeysuckle around the cottage doors.

One of my favourite features of Ghostbird was Lovekin’s use of Welsh phrases, like “cariad bach”, which translates as “little love”. I live pretty close to Wales myself but have very little knowledge of the language, so it was nice to learn some new words and phrases. I’m also obsessed with some of the Welsh names she included: Morwenna, Gwenllian, Pomona, Lilwen? So cute!

My one negative critique was Violet, and to a lesser extent Cadi’s, attitudes.  They both got a little grating as the book went on. Now, I get where Cadi is coming from and she is only 14 years old, but Violet is at points almost irredeemably selfish and overly dramatic. I actually don’t think I’ve disliked a book character more, and that’s saying something. I understand that her past was difficult, but many of the trigger warnings for this book revolve around Violet, and her terrible treatment of her daughter. I feel that the frequent arguments around Cadi wanting to understand her past and Violet refusing to tell her got a bit repetetive, but that was my only real issue with an otherwise beautiful story. I won’t reveal any more of the plot here; it wouldn’t do the book justice. All I can say is, if you like the sound of gentle meadowsweet scents and awaking to a bedroom covered in myserious feathers and leaves, this novel is for you.

“From the first day of August until the last, it rained at least once a day in the village. When the sun broke through, people caught their breath, marvelled at the glimmer turning raindrops to treasure.”

Lovekin’s writing is very special and this novel was a delight to read. I found myself scrolling her Goodreads profile and adding pretty much every other novel she’s written to my TBR list. If any of them are as magically written as Ghostbird, it will be well worth giving them a try.

Rating: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

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[audiear]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : jirou kyoka [ ... ] ♪ ˗ˏˋ 𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙄𝙀𝘼𝙍 ´ˎ˗

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𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 you can die from a broken heart ? have you been built for the heartbreak that will bury itself in your bones , scavenge for the love you hide from . . . ( ba - bump , ba bump , ba bump — 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 ? ) . you breathe melodies , a harmony erected from the soul . . . slow down kid , you pay the consequence of hearing too much . . . 𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑶 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 ?

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