#bookshelf things

[whump-is-a-fabled-thing]

waitwaitwait i have a favorite trope i need to do more of

whumpee is sleeping/semiconscious and frowning, and caretaker gently traces their furrowed brow with their thumb and watches the tension melt away

[whump-is-a-fabled-thing]

*adds daughter of smoke and bone to the reread list*

don't cry, ok? angel whumper trying to torture sin out of demon whumpee. ok?

[causeimanartist]

Post League meeting thoughts

[logophilist1982]

Woman in green 💚

[notbecauseofvictories]

also I've spent the last couple weeks reading some older historical romance novels, and my made up, wholly unverified hypothesis that in the 2000s romance authors finally grasped that the old-fashioned "no, don't! stop, you brute" etc. scenes were not really landing with audiences anymore. So they faced a conundrum about the future of the genre. Ultimately, I think they chose to quietly stop writing those heroes, and switch them out for a more sensitive model. Still dark and brooding! But with limits, often a Heart of Gold, and more general emotional intelligence.

Still, somewhere out there is a parallel universe where these authors decided to take the opposite approach---to write heroines as unhinged, cruel, impulsive, and emotionally ignorant as their heroes. I don't know if I want to live there, but I wouldn't mind a trip to their library sometime.

[dema-heart]

Eye Contact 😳

Hobie x Gn! Reader

Can't really think of any warnings I think it's pretty standard 🤔

He calls you love/luv

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“Am I boring you, luv?” Hobie's embarrassed tone had you snapping your gaze back to him; Him and his much too pretty face, you blinked shaking your head. You had just looked away to stop the embarrassing spiraling thoughts on just how attracted you were to him especially when he was this passionate about something.

”Never. You said that thingy there. That i'm not even gonna attempt to pronounce, when added to your web shooters will help up the hydraulics or some other fancy nerd words to say adding these parts will make your web shooting smoother and less likely to internally stick when being used in rapid session” You lay on hobie’s couch looking over at him at his desk his safety glasses slipping down his nose. You pretend to push your own nonexistent safety glasses up and turn your nose up in mock haughtiness.

He grins standing up with a laugh as he makes the short trip across the boat to stand over you. You have to lay your head back against the arm rest to look up at him. His gaze always makes your heart stutter. The way he focuses solely on you the moment your eyes meet.

Neither of you break the eye contact. Not even when you feel your heartbeat stutter then pick up as if trying to escape from the tension for you. Not even when it feels like the blood in your veins has turned to fire, heating you up from head to toe. Not even when it takes everything in you to hold back from kissing him stupid for being this close.

Hobie smiles as he takes in your face and your heart skips a beat again.

“Why are you so fucking pretty?”

Hobie’s smile turns playful and your eyes widen as you realize you'd said that out loud. You look away with a squeak, preparing to roll off the couch and make a run for it.

Just as you'd made up your mind Hobie scoops you up, spinning you with a laugh. You scream, arms locking around his neck and legs locking around his waist. He stops only to fall back onto the couch with you laughing loudly.

“So you think I'm pretty? Is that what had you so distracted” It's his turn to look up at you as you settle on top of him. Once you're comfortable you look down at his smug face, he's grinning from ear to ear like he just won the lottery. You roll your eyes ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

“Shut up, Hobart” you push his face so he's looking away from you. You can feel the rumbles of his laughter, making you crack a smile as you pretend to struggle to keep his head down.

“Oh come on,love. Tell me how you really feel!” Hobie’s obviously teasing but you pause. Thinking for just a second before you lean down and kiss him. Just a peck to that smug mug of his and he's silenced looking up at you in surprise.

It's your turn to grin as you look over his face. You guys had been tiptoeing the line between friendship and whatever comes next for a while. So a sudden kiss wasn't necessarily in the cards no matter how often you'd thought about it.

”you wanna know how I feel? Hm… maybe how when I'm with you I can't help but act out of character around you? How ,me, one of the most confident people in a room turns shy from just one look from you.” You watch his face as surprise settles into a bashful expression as you finally confess what he's been dying to hear. He tries to break eye contact but you shake your head with a soft smile leaning down so you’re nose to nose with your hands boxing his face in.

”How everytime you're near me my heart skips a beat and I have to do everything in my power not to either run away or pull you closer….I like you, Hobie.” You whisper the last line against his lips before pulling back a bit.

”That's how I feel..”

You don’t get to finish, Hobie leans up, closing the small distance between your lips. You gasp tensing up only to fully melt against him. His kiss is rough and passionate, just like everything else he does, but his hands on your waist are shaking and you can feel just how fast his heart is racing against your own.

He pulls back first. You keep your eyes closed. Embarrassment finally sinking in.

“Look at me, love”

You shake your head going to sit up to at least give yourself a moment to calm down.

”Ah ah don’t go getting shy on me now. If anyone should be clutching their pearls it's me. I didn't know you had it in you to steal kisses now.” His teases as his hands grip your waist keeping you stuck on top of him.

You groan covering your face with your hands before peeking down at him through your fingers. He's absolutely glowing. His grins so big you fear it hurts and his eyes have this surprised delight to them.

”I like you too. No reason to hide when you could be kissing me more you know.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively causing you to burst out laughing.

“Way to ruin the moment Hobart. Why do I like someone like you?’ You roll your eyes as you lower your hands to reveal your own big smile swatting at his chest when he wiggles his eyebrows again.

”I don't know, maybe you should tell me again?” He's obviously teasing, but the way his gaze softens and his eyes shift just slightly to the side before looking back up at you….

“I like you, Hobie. And I'll say it as many times as you want” You lean down to kiss his forehead, then cheeks, and finally, his lips to shut up whatever smart remark he was gonna say.

[starlight-n-shit]

one thing nobody told me about this fandom is how expensive it was going to be

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[forthegothicheroine]

I want to separate "best" and "first." Austen's reputation today is so high that it feels counterintuitive to suggest any other writer of her era compared with her. But there is no need to degrade or even erase the women writers who came before in order to elevate her. Nevertheless, Austen criticism remains full of arguments that follow this pattern, like: "Jane Austen shows in Northanger Abbey that she could have written a Radcliffian best-seller every bit as bloodcurdling as Mysteries of Udolpho." Absolutely no, she could not. As Elizabeth Inchbald observed in a humorous 1807 article on "the art of writing Novels": "Beware how you imitate Mrs. Radcliffe or Maria Edgeworth; you cannot equal them."...Austen didn't see herself as the "first" or the "only" anything. After reading all her surviving letters, I believe that Austen herself would have rolled her eyes at this treatment today. That's what she's doing in that passage in Northanger Abbey when she criticizes readers who proudly discuss Milton but are too embarrassed to admit they're reading novels. While it's wonderful to imagine her happiness at achieving such a high reputation, I think she would have been equally shocked that Northanger Abbey is still read, but that the magnificent novels she mentions in it (Belinda, Camilla, Cecilia, and of course Udolpho) have fallen far below her in popular circulation.

Rebecca Romney, Jane Austen's Bookshelf: The Women Writers Who Shaped a Legend

[l-o-v-e-b-u-g-b-a-b-y]

Bookworm! 7/5/23. <3

[gingermintpepper]

As a bit of a break activity from the depressing reality of mainstream western greek myth retellings, today's agenda is cleaning out my childhood bookshelf so I can actually fit my newer stuff on it!

I'm already one shelf deep and a lot of these books are either older than or just about 10-15 years.

While it's not particularly aesthetic, the oldest books with their scuffed and torn spines and fraying edges are books I've inherited from my father, some of which he's inherited from his father. I'm actually not sure how I'm going to fit everything on here but hey! That's the fun of things like this lmao

[notbecauseofvictories]

I've mentioned before that a really great short story does what a novel could never do, which is walk in to your house, rearrange your photographs so they’re slightly off-kilter, and then leave you with that quiet almost banal destabilization.

Well, I've never read Meg Ellison's The Pill before, but---

[belovedapollo]

I hate receiving bad news so I made a flower garland 🌺 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[ollyhoo]

dream place

[blossombambi]

Does anyone have book recommendations? But like no dark romance or smut, please

[dykekarkat]

I FOUND MY MISSING FUCKING FOX NECKLACE !!!!! neil josten patron saint of math exams and lost things has blessed me on his holy day 🙏