#Shorts Awards

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GOD, The MAFIA, MY DAD, and ME: A True Story of Secrets and Survival by Lori Lee Peters - Memoirs, Family Relationships, Organized Crime

  God, the Mafia, My Dad, and Me by Lori Lee Peters begins in the voice of a child, compelling not just for its narrative honestly, but for the fact that it might not be reliable. As the book opens, we learn that this narrator firmly believes she will be killed. Readers can easily see through the childlike hyperbole, but that doesn’t detract from the intrigue. How did a kid come to such an…

[the-woman-upstairs]

For anyone who likes romance and spies and yearning and a short king being completely head over heels for a woman that can (and does) kick his ass, Argylle is the movie for you. Feel like the marketing team is leaving money on the table by not appealing to the romance crowd that is crying out for more genuine love stories on film and the one in this movie is actually really sweet and features an attractive couple with actual personalities.

[royalarchivist]

Everyone: Oh man, I hope there are no hard feelings between fans because of who wound up winning the "Best Streamed Event" award. 😬

Cellbit: Don't worry guys, I have a solution. 😘

[blmpff]

✨️ GAGAOOLALA AWARDS 2023 WINNERS ✨️

19.12.23

[azertyrobaz]

I need to get LASIK, and he only needed two words.

[world-of-celebs]

Emma Watson arrives at the 2011 MTV Movie Awards at Universal Studios' Gibson Amphitheatre on June 5, 2011 in Universal City, California.

[ghost-in-the-corner]

Harrison Ford and Ke Huy Quan at the 2023 Academy Awards

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter — Short Story Translation

A short, sweet, and comedic tale about the Mukami brothers being supportive siblings… and nearly committing accidental fratricide in the process. Meanwhile, Yui watches with increasing concern as the disaster unfolds.

Please refrain from using or reposting the translation anywhere without my permission.

[Note: The story is written in Yui's POV.]

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"Uh...something's wrong..."

Kou-kun groaned as he stared down at the pot.

"Should I help after all?"

"Eve, you mustn't get involved...okay? Just quietly watch over us."

Even though he said that, an increasingly terrible smell was spreading throughout the kitchen. Despite being told not to interfere, I was starting to get a bit worried.

"Maybe it needs some sugar-chan!?"

"Ah!!"

Before I could stop him, Yuma-kun dumped several sugar cubes into the pot, filling the room with a foul stench. I felt a sense of despair.

The whole mess had started when Ruki-kun injured his hand.

"Ruki-kun always cooks for us, so let's all pitch in today!"

And so, Kou-kun's plan of making dinner ended up as disastrously as I had feared.

"...This is...?"

"Well... It's supposed to be curry..."

Kou-kun glanced at me as if pleading for help. When I looked at Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun, they averted their eyes. In short, something horrible had been created. Its color was... to put it nicely, pitch black. After tasting it, Yuma-kun commented nonsensically that it was "bittersweetsalty". Dubbed "Mukami Brothers' Style Curry" it had transformed into a mysterious substance resembling anything but curry. Just by looking at it, anyone would instantly recognize it as inedible.

Yet, Ruki-kun was peering at the plates lined up on the table with a happy look on his face.

"Maybe it's better if we don't eat this..."

In spite of Kou-kun's uneasiness, Ruki-kun scooped up the substance with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.

". . ."

"It's disgusting."

We all shared the same fear. That even though he's immortal, Ruki-kun might die from this.

Despite his words, Ruki-kun's expression suddenly relaxed. We stared at him in amazement.

"R-Ruki-kun...!!"

"Ruki..."

"Ruki...! Damn it! Yer such a...!"

The three brothers, seemingly drained, collapsed to their knees on the spot. Ruki-kun simply watched them in silence as he continued to eat.

And then, afterwards—Ruki-kun was bedridden for three days and nights. Even though Vampires aren't supposed to get sick...

Seeing this, his brothers made a firm vow to themselves. They would never try to cook again.

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[larrylimericks]

23Nov23

Lou’s red-carpet mesh could melt butter, But re: Harry’s hair, he went nutter: First said he ain’t seen it Then muttered AI shit … Horse noises, meet Rolling Stone stutter.

[wejustvibing]

🛫 Japan→London→New York→Korea→Shanghai 🛬

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HOMEGOING by Toni Ann Johnson - Literary Fiction, Discrimination & Racism, Novella

HOMEGOING by Toni Ann Johnson – Literary Fiction, Discrimination & Racism, Novella

  Homegoing by Toni Ann Johnson is an intimate portrait of a middle-aged African-American woman dragging herself hand over hand out of grief and despair. This story begins with her aching, echoing pain after the one-two punch of a miscarriage and the dissolution of her marriage. Her journey takes her back to the upper-middle-class white suburb where she grew up, through childhood memories that…

[maxsix]

Hanteo Music Awards 2024

[solarmorrigan]

💛 but with a little 🤎

<3 ☺️

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, this was so fun! (Though I might have gone a little heavier on the 🤎 than the 💛...)

💛 reunion kiss / relief + 🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

Prompts from this post

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The rattle of the doorknob has Eddie’s head popping up from where he’s been bent over his notebook all afternoon. He glances at the clock and realizes that it had snuck towards three p.m. while he’d been distracted.

Damn it.

“Eddie?” Steve calls from the hallway as he shuts the door behind him. “I’m home!”

Narrowly avoiding serious injury as he struggles out of the position he’s pretzeled himself into in the desk chair, Eddie scrambles up and skids on socked feet out into the hall.

Steve, his bags on the floor by the door, is in the process of emptying his pockets onto the hall table (keys, wallet, utility knife, a handful – rocks? Acorns?? Never mind–), and he looks up when Eddie appears to give him that genuine, happy smile that still takes Eddie’s breath away.

“Hey,” Steve says.

“I lost track of time,” Eddie announces.

“It’s fine,” Steve says, his smile going a little puzzled.

“Nooo, it’s not fine,” Eddie insists, striding down the hall, closing the space between them as quickly as possible. “I wanted to be right here when you got in so I could do this–” he reaches up and cups his hands around Steve’s jaw, angling his head until he can lean in and press a kiss to his lips, before pulling back with a smile. “Welcome home.”

“Eddie, I was only gone for three days,” Steve says, though his own smile has only grown, his hands settling on Eddie’s hips.

“Mm,” Eddie hums, moving his hands to Steve’s shoulders to he can pepper kisses from the corner of his mouth and across his cheek. “Entirely too long.” He switches sides, kissing across Steve’s other cheek. “The next time the gremlins want to kidnap you so you can take them camping, tell them I have first dibs on you.” Eddie kisses down over the sharp edge of Steve’s jaw, ending with his nose tucked into the soft spot beneath Steve’s ear; he still smells like campfire, and Eddie can feel three days’ worth of stubble prickling at his cheek. “I missed you.”

Then, much to Eddie’s displeasure, Steve pulls away. He spends a moment staring at Eddie like he’s never seen him before, before his expression shifts to something like awe.

And then he’s leaning back in to kiss Eddie, warm and hard and full against his lips.

“I missed you, too,” he says, then pushes back in for another kiss. “So much,” –and another kiss. “Every day,” –and another. “The kids made fun of me.” –and another. “You should come with next time.” –and another.

“Not a chance– never roughing it again–” Eddie manages to stutter out between a few more kisses. “Next time just stay home– let the little shits duke it out with the bears or whatever on their own.”

Steve lets out a surprised snort of amusement, finally pulling away from Eddie’s mouth to press his forehead into the crook of his neck while his shoulders shake with restrained laughter.

“They’re old enough,” Eddie reasons, now grinning to himself. “Let them face nature on their own, if they’re so excited.”

“I like camping,” Steve mutters into Eddie’s shoulder, though he sounds like he’s still trying hard not to laugh. He tightens his arms around Eddie’s waist for a moment, taking a deep breath in before straightening up again. "But– I also haven’t had a hot shower in three days–”

“Another reason to never spend time in the woods.”

“–and, I think you should come help me remedy that.”

“Now that,” Eddie decides, already unwinding himself from Steve so he can tug him farther inside, “I can definitely do.”

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I still can’t believe the BAFTA Awards not only had David Tennant as a wonderful host, but gave us a Staged inspired opening skit that ended with David handing Michael a puppy named Bark Ruffalo

Meanwhile Anna and Georgia absolutely serving and kindly sharing their evening with the fans🙏🏽 idc if it sounds silly but this whole night really lifted me up after a horrible week, and I’m glad this foursome exists while giving us little snippets of their antics and joy ❤️

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IN The UNDERWOOD by Kourtney Spadoni - Graphic Novels, Mental Health, Coming of Age Memoirs

IN The UNDERWOOD by Kourtney Spadoni – Graphic Novels, Mental Health, Coming of Age Memoirs

  In the Underwood by Kourtney Spadoni is a memoir in graphic novel form, a thoughtful and gentle story about a young girl struggling with mental health issues, and learning how to keep them at bay as she grows up. What if Alice’s adventures in the strange and fabulous Wonderland were the result of a mental health crisis instead of a story? In the Underwood draws metaphors inspired by Alice’s…

[alexdragonsbane]

What are the Brie Larson fans CALLeD?!! Does ANYONE know?!

Petition to call them:

LARSONISTS

Cause…fire