#jennifer w williams

[publishingwhispers]

Now, in the fallout of Gold Dust Literary's twitter shitstorm, some of their ex-agents are talking about starting their own agencies.

It's vital to note that these agents still have absolutely no publishing experience with any reputable literary agencies or publishing houses.

I do genuinely believe these folks have good intentions; they're not intentionally looking to scam people. But that doesn't change the fact that literary agent roles are based on apprenticeship and mentorship which these folks do NOT have. It doesn't change the fact that working with a bad agent can, at best, stall your career for months or years, and at worst, can tank your opportunities and chances with a particular project.

Anyone can call themselves an agent. It doesn't mean they have the qualifications, tools, experience, or connections to sell your book.

*hand waves* allegedly or whatever

[sageandscorpiongrass]

could you do a web about falling out of love with someone and hurting because you miss the "old them"?

Ah! I hope this does it justice! ;^^

this would be so much easier if i still knew you.

First Love, Jennifer Franklin | Armed Cavalier, Richie Hofmann | Self Portrait in Dark Interior, Curtis Bauer | Stuff I probably did and didn't, Stephanie Gray | Never Love an Anchor, The Crane Wives | Waiting, Caitlyn Siehl | Russian Ending, Jerry Williams | The More Loving One, W. H. Auden | _sayorikinnie on pinterest | The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter, Erza Pound | @/inanotheruniverse on tumblr | @/dazzlingtiredeyes on tumblr | Wrong Side of a Fistfight, Ashe Vernon | Ode to People Who Hate Me, Carmen Giménez | If My Body Could Speak; What I couldn’t explain via text, Blythe Baird | @/chloeinletters on tumblr | Romance or The End, Elaine Kahn | Presumably Dead Arm, Sidney Gish

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W Magazine: Best Performances /2023 Covers by Jamie Hawkesworth

[mymilovesfashion]

[2023 year in review ~ W Magazine]

VOL I - Ana de Armas, Austin Butler, Brad Pitt, Brendan Fraser, Cate Blanchett, Daniel Craig, Eddie Redmayne, Jennifer Lawrence, Jonathan Majors, Margot Robbie, Michelle Williams, Michelle Yeoh, Taylor Russell, Zoë Kravitz

VOL II - Danielle Deadwyler, Jennifer Coolidge, Michelle Williams, Paul Dano

VOL III - Lily-Rose Depp, The Weeknd

VOL IV - Anok Yai, Gigi Hadid, Kaia Gerber, Kendall Jenner, Liu Wen, Mona Tougaard

VOL V - Sofia Coppola

VOL VI - Emma Stone

[itsdarkinsidee25]

W’s 2023 Best Performances Portfolio

[unproduciblesmackdown]

2023 was alot. Here are none of the bum times and some of the good times, but mostly just cheese plates and cocktails and getting dressed for gigs in public bathrooms and West Coast Summer and Extravagant Everything Else and Diane Kitten.

[mariocki]

Mako: The Jaws of Death (The Jaws of Death, 1976)

"The old man told me that the inlet was a very special place where he went to give sacrifice to their shark god. His people made a living from the sea. They could only survive through the good graces of the most powerful force they knew: the shark. I had done what no man had dared to try, and by their sparing my life, and killing those who would've killed me, I became a member of the shark clan. So, in return for my life, as long as I wear my medallion, I'll find friends everywhere amongst the sharks."

[crayonverse]

some of the adults in my fnaf au :3 my au is like. teetering on a full swap But Not Really because I want 2 have fun with it. pretty much all of my old retropop art is like non-canon at this point so rip

small tidbits:

william and vinncent are brothers! they just dont look anything like each other. will looks more like their dad and vinncent is more like their mother

jane is clara-daisy's older adoptive sister :D

Lu is Vinncent's ex boyfriend

diane is the legal advisor for fazbear entertainment

edwin was friends w henry during uni. he also has type 1 diabetes + hes crosseyed!

beck and zelda are the mothers of gabriel. beckalyan also has dwarfism and her design philosophy is just asymmetry lol

clara-daisy does pottery + ballet

[misshoneyimhome]

Please please tell us that she will conduct another press conference cause she deserves all of that praise kink and beard burn. I feel he flip his shit if one of the fans gets too close to her after having so many simps on social media.

Well of course she'll conduct another press conference, babe! Did you really think we could just let it go and not have our possessive Willy have the chance to almost lose his shit 😉

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); uprotected sex;

Word count; 4.5K

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Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

It was scorching. 

Never before had you felt so hot while doing your work. Yet, luckily, you were relieved today that you opted for a darker outfit, ensuring that your sweat wouldn't be too conspicuous. And nothing too revealing, either.

Ever since William's reaction the last time you appeared on camera, you'd become cautious about your wardrobe choices. It's not that William didn't appreciate your work outfits; in fact, he seemed to enjoy your skirts and fitted blouses more than anyone.

However, being your boyfriend, he wasn't thrilled about the public eye getting a glimpse of you as well. Sure, you might look alluring and beautiful for him, but the moment others laid eyes on you, he turned into a bit of a protective force.

Which became even more challenging since your relationship was also a secret.

William Nylander could only savour the view of you from across the room when you were fulfilling your duties as the MLSE intern, working for the Toronto Maple Leafs.

And you could only admire him from the sidelines, observing how he commanded the ice, put in the hard work at the weight room, and efficiently handled media availability.

It was tough not to want to give him a bit more media time whenever you conducted questionnaires with the players or lingered around during training just to watch him pursue his passion.

Yet, despite the tempting moments, both of you managed to maintain professionalism at work. After all, dealing with work pressure and showcasing your best skills were crucial for your future career.

Brad even threw in a few words that could pass as compliments – something like 'so far so good' paired with what might have seemed like a warm smile to some.

You played it off casually. The banter remained the same as before your relationship, so it didn’t really raise any eyebrows. As long as William didn't come too close with his flirty remarks, only smiles of joy graced your lips.

However, he did have a habit of leaning in and whispering sweet nothings or suggestive comments, well aware of how it made you blush entirely.

You knew he found it amusing, and despite hating the sensation of your cheeks blazing, deep down, you enjoyed his teasing. It was almost like a little naughty foreplay.

But today, there was no such thing.

Instead, you had to stay focused as you were once again given the opportunity to kick off the brief press conference before tonight's match at the UBS Arena in New York.

And you were a great mess. Despite having a go at your makeup four times and adjusting your outfit, you still felt out of place. In your opinion, you didn't even belong in front of the cameras.

Yet, as you practiced the lines Jennifer had given you, you were slowly feeling more and more confident and comfortable in your own skin.

It was going to be just fine. All you had to do was introduce tonight's players for the pre-game interviews, offer a few words about tonight's expectations, and, as always, manage the journalists. You'd been instructed to guide them on what to focus on with their questions and try to maintain order on who speaks when, well aware that the press always had their own agenda.

However, just as you were about to make an exit from the dressing room, a large body collided with yours. Why does this keep happening, you thought. And worst of all, you spilled your almost-empty cup of coffee all over your nice shirt, just minutes before you were to go on.

"Fuck," you muttered, at least following an apology from the man who'd rushed past you, bumping into your shoulder. And so, you had to turn back to the dressing room. However, the only spare shirt you had in your go-bag was a light-coloured one and knowing you hadn't exactly matched your underwear for that outfit, there was a risk it could be see-through. Normally, you'd have a jumper or cardigan to cover any transparency, but of course, today you hadn't brought one.

"Shit, shit, shit..." you mumbled again. Yet, you acknowledged it was at least the better of the worse, since a coffee stain wasn't exactly proper dress wear either.

So, as you took your place before the cameras, amidst chatting and microphones, you took a deep breath and exhaled deeply before offering a small introduction.

First, Coach Keefe would talk about tonight's strategies, how he'd spoken to players, and the encouraging words he'd shared. Then, Captain John Tavares would step up, talking about how he'd lead the team tonight, letting every player do their best and ensuring everyone supported each other and gave one another the space needed.

And finally, Rielly and Marner would offer a few words on how they'd focus on the offence and defence.

"So, if there are no more questions, I'd like to thank you all for your time," you flashed a great smile, standing tall and confident as you eyed all the individual journalists.

"Could you tell us more about how the fans are reacting to the team?" interrupted a man's voice just as you were preparing to take off.

"In what aspect?" you inquired; a bit unsure about the reason behind his question.

"How do the fans feel about the management's focus on building a stronger core with key players like Matthews, Nylander, Marner, and Rielly, rather than spreading the talent across the lines for a broader strength, relying on more players than just a handful?"

You instantly knew the topic at hand. This had been a hot discussion in recent years, especially when the team had had a few standout players and others were more average, while rival teams opted for lines with multiple strong players.

And you were also well aware that the public's response had been mixed. Some wished for the core players to leave if it meant getting more talent to diversify the team's strength. While others believed the key players were the very core strength of the team.  

"Well, I'm not entirely sure if I'm the right person to comment on the team's strategic preferences..."

"He's not asking about strategies; he's asking about the fans' reactions – something you've been dealing with, right?"

Indeed, you had been actively involved in the team's social media, posting content, and monitoring comments. So, you did feel a level of confidence in responding to the questions they deliberately directed at you. And with a reassuring nod from Jennifer in the background, you decided to share your insights.

"Truthfully, the reactions have been mixed – both positive and negative. People naturally raise valid concerns about the team's performance, wondering if this approach is the best. Yet, there's a sense of trust within the team that the management knows what they're doing and has the right experience to navigate the path for the Toronto Maple Leafs."

"Have there been any instances of online backlash?"

"No, fortunately, Leafs' fans have shown tremendous support for the team, as they always do."

You felt confident in your words, letting them come straight from your heart as you posed and smiled. And as they seemed satisfied with your response, expressing gratitude and nods, you stepped away from the spotlight.

However, despite feeling good about your brief press conference, everyone shared disappointment when the Islanders clinched the win in overtime. Regardless of Auston Matthews' impressive return, the Islanders remained formidable and sealed the match just 21 seconds into overtime, concluding with a score of 4-3.

Once again, you gathered the press to secure post-game interviews with the coach and a few players. However, without speaking a word this time, you concluded the media availability time and bid farewell to everyone.

"Miss Y/L/N, you really did an amazing job; you're almost like a natural," a familiar voice spoke from behind. Surprisingly, it wasn't your boyfriend William's voice; it was Christian, one of the content creators for the Leafs fan social media. You had spent a significant amount of time working on content together for the players and maintaining fan pages, ensuring no detrimental rumours circulated.

"Thanks, Chris," you smiled at him. "But I'm far from a natural… I work hard to make sure I get it right."

"You most definitely did... the only thing, though..." he gave you a slightly crooked and nervous smile.

"What? Chris, what did I do wrong?"

“Nothing, it’s just… you maybe should have thought twice about the choice of your shirt…” he spoke gently as he rubbed the back of his neck, making an effort not to stare at your chest. Your eyes widened in bewilderment. 

“Shit…what…” you looked down at yourself. Christian, instead of explaining, handed you his phone to show the video he’d recorded. It turned out your shirt wasn't completely see-through as you had feared, but a button had decided not to stay put, ensuring you unintentionally flashed the cameras with a bit more cleavage than most would consider appropriate.

“No...” you mentally kicked yourself. 

"Yeah, you really gave the audience a view to remember," Christian chuckled lightly. However, you found it far from amusing. While you were aware of having nice-looking breasts, they weren't intended for the entire internet to see, and you were certain William wouldn't appreciate it either.

With a final smile and a soft wave, Christian bid his farewell, leaving you to hastily button up your shirt before more people could catch a glimpse.

“Fuck…”

**

As you made your way back to the hotel alongside the rest of the staff, a sense of worry crept in. William hadn’t spoken to you since the match, nor had he sent any of the naughty or flirty messages as he usually did. Initially, you thought he was caught up in gathering his thoughts after the loss or the team was discussing the game. But no matter what, you hadn't heard from him.

It wasn't until you were back at the hotel.

After gathering the equipment with David and Peter, you grabbed your go-bag, navigated through the lobby, and finally breathed out as you waited for the lift.

But once again, a voice disrupted your thoughts. This time though, it wasn’t familiar to you.

“Hey,” the man said, standing next to you.

“Hi,” you offered him a friendly smile, not entirely sure why this stranger decided to strike up a conversation. Moreover, you didn't have the extra energy to be excessively nice and chatty.

But the stranger didn’t let the awkward silence linger for too long, though.

“Can I just say, what a great job you do for the team,” he flashed you a wide smile, his eyes slightly sparkling as his lips formed what seemed like a smirk.

“Uhm… thanks, I’m just doing my job really,” you tried to provide a brief answer with a friendly smile, but your friendliness seemed to encourage him further.

“They're really lucky to have you; you should know that,” the man continued, and you couldn’t help but wonder why the lift was taking so long. Apparently, it seemed to be stuck a few levels above.

“Thank you, I appreciate your kind words,” you simply nodded, turning again to check the number indicating the elevator's location.

“You know, I don’t mean to come off too straightforward here, but I really don’t think you realise what kind of attention you’ve drawn from the fans,” he chuckled lightly, and now he had your full attention. 

"What did you just say?" you inquired all baffled.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re like a bunch who really enjoy that you’ve gotten some extra camera works, and you should know that you’re doing more than just fine,” he flashed you a mischievous smile, and you could feel the blush rise to your cheek.

It's not that he wasn't good-looking or anything, but his words had you beyond surprised. The fans had been looking at you?

While you knew some had commented on the video from a few days ago, you couldn’t believe that you’d drawn more attention to yourself like that.

“Well, uhm… thank you, but uhm, I really don’t want to make it about me – it’s about the team,” you tried to brush him off, and just as the lift fortunately pinged and you could walk in, the man suddenly grabbed your wrists, holding you back.

“How about a drink, maybe?” he quickly asked, and you had to stop the doors from shutting close.

“Please, I don’t mean to be rude or anything – but thanks, but no thanks,” you offered him your best smile in the given moment, trying to pull your arm away from him.

“Come on, just one drink,” the man persisted; however, he was quickly pulled away from you by a very familiar person.

"She told you no," William spoke with a sombre tone, his piercing blue eyes revealing his simmering discontent.

"Sorry, my mistake..." the man quickly apologised. And in no time, you found yourself pushed into the elevator, the button for your floor illuminated, as your boyfriend stood before you, jaw clenched, and eyes ablaze.

"Willy..." you softly breathed, a mix of surprise and confusion lingering.

"Don't talk," William spoke firmly, and you knew better than challenging him at this very moment. His entire body was tensed, his hand forming a fist, exerting every muscle to restrain himself.

Yet, his face maintained its usual calm demeanour. He kept a straight face as the two of you reached the floor, aware of the risk with his entire team possibly in the hallway.

Yet, with only a few teammates down the hall, William followed you straight to your room, shutting the door behind, before he grabbed your bag, tossing it across the room.

It was rare to see William Nylander react with such frustration. You'd only seen him once break his stick in anger; otherwise, he always found a way to keep his cool.

But not tonight, not after seeing a stranger, a man approach you like that. And he knew he couldn't just yell, proclaiming you were his, as your relationship was secret. No, he had to stay composed in case anyone noticed.

Yet, he felt the boiling within. Slamming his hands onto the desk, William let out a deep sigh.

"It's not fair..." he mumbled, looking down at the wood, as you slowly walked towards him.

"Willy, it's okay. He was just a bit flirty. He didn't hurt me or anything," you tried your best to reassure him, wrapping your hands around his larger body, prompting him to stand up straight and turn in your arms.

Your eyes met in a tender moment, yet his body remained tense, and his eyes dark.

"That's not... baby, it's not okay," William sighed again.

"What do you mean, Willy?" you asked softly, looking up at your boyfriend.

"Do you realise how difficult this is for me? To see you do so amazing at your work, but then I read comments about men drooling over your boobs, writing about how hot you are, and then finding you in the lobby to ask you out?"

So, that's why he hadn't texted all evening. It wasn't just frustration from the match; he had seen your brief press speech, and it really got under his skin.

Normally, William wasn't the overly jealous type, but since he’d started dating you, he couldn't stand other men approaching you like that. Maybe it was because he couldn't openly share your relationship, but regardless, he couldn't suppress his jealousy.

As you looked up at him, your hands gently cupped his cheeks, caressing them as his rested on your hips, leaning against the desk behind him.

"Willy..." your voice slightly trembled as you were about to ask a question you knew you'd immediately regret. Yet, seeing your boyfriend in this state, you felt it needed addressing. "Do you... do you want to end this?"

Your heart ached as the words left your lips in a soft whisper. But William only furrowed his brows and straightened up.

"What? No, why would you ask that," he said in surprise. "Do you want to end this?" he countered.

"No! Not at all... I just don't want you to feel like this, like we can't be together, and you regret it every day whenever I do anything work-related..." you raised your voice slightly, eyes searching for any hints of his thoughts.

Yet, William didn't display anger or anything of the sort. Instead, his eyes softened and showed a hint of concern.

"Y/n, the only thing I regret is falling in love with someone I can't just shout to the world is mine..." he spoke in a dark, husky voice. "All I want is to tell you how fucking amazing you are at your work! How proud I am of you every day for doing what you do... I just don't like that everyone else gets to look at you like that."

It was one of those rare moments when William showed his true feelings. He wasn't always the best with words, but his deep desires were unmistakable.

And a smile crept onto your lips as you took a moment to mull over his words. "God, you really are the cutest, did you know that?"

William couldn't help but let out a light chuckle in response to your sweet smile and compliment. "No... no, I didn't," he returned the smile, the hotel room's lingering stress and tension slowly dissipating.

"Willy, there's nothing else I'd want more than to shout how much I love you to the world – and I'm sorry that I've apparently become the new spokesperson, but just remember that I AM yours, and no matter what the fans write about me online, it won't change anything between us," you reassured him once again, and this time, it seemed to sink in much better.

"I know... I guess I just have a really amazing girlfriend, huh?" William grinned, his hands moving a bit further down, resting on your ass as he pulled himself closer, causing you to tighten your grip around his neck. Your eyes locked, and a sense of growing lust was palpable in him.

"I suppose you do," you chuckled up at him before he leaned down, closing the gap between you.

His strong arms held you closely, your mouths dancing in a passionate kiss. His tongue gently slipped past your lips, deepening the connection. Your body relaxed and sank into his embrace as your tongues sensually intertwined. Gradually, William's firm grip on your ass lifted you into his arms, prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He took a few steps towards the bed, and gently placing you on your back.

"Well, how about I show you just how proud I am of you?" he asked in a dark, seductive voice, standing before the bed as you propped yourself onto your elbows.

You couldn't help but bite your lower lip as his eyes darkened, and his fingers smoothly found the button of your trousers.

Following his every move, you offered him a gentle nod before he undid the button and removed your piece of clothing. His hungry eyes admired the dainty piece of lace covering your core. However, first, William took the opportunity to get rid of the item that had been on his mind all night.

Swiftly, he leaned over your body and ripped your shirt apart, breaking every single button to expose your breasts in a matching lacy bra.

"That's more like it."

You felt your heat almost pulsating merely from his husky words. And before you knew it, he knelt between your legs, tucking down your thong as he discarded it and tossing your legs over his shoulders.

If there was one way William knew how to reward you, it was with his skilful mouth.

And as he then delved his head further between your legs, his warm mouth coming in contact with your most sensitive area, you already felt yourself rolling your eyes to the back of your head, letting go of your elbows as you rested on your back.

"Oh yes, Willy," you moaned as his tongue and lips found your sensitive flesh. His arms held your thighs as he savoured the sweetness of your cunt, tasting every bit of juice you provided him with.

Your hands were unsure what to do, one finding his long hair as the other gripped the bedsheets above your head.

His mouth felt so fucking good, and William was well aware of it.

Exploring every part of your heat, he left no inch untouched. His tongue switched between flicking your clit and probing your entrance, licking between your folds and then sucking on that little bud of nerves.

He was making you feel incredible.

William's beard grinded against your inner thighs, leaving burn marks as he gazed intensely up at you. He loved how you tossed your head from side to side, unable to control the sweet sounds escaping your lips as air emptied from your lungs with every breath.

The pull on his hair became firmer, indicating the pleasure coursing through your body, as your heels dug into the back of his shoulders as the build-up of an orgasm took hold.

And William was beyond satisfied.

He wanted to show you how much he loved pleasing you, how he was just as much yours as you were his, and he wanted to devote every minute of his life to you.

And seeing how he could make you squirm under his touch brought him a sense of pleasure as well.

His cock slowly grew as he listened intently to your moans growing louder, not caring about who might be in the next room. And he didn't care either. All he wanted was to make you feel good.

"Fuck, Willy... I'm getting close..." you breathed out heavily, and William knew it was his cue to bring you over the edge.

Shifting one of his arms from his grip, he kept his mouth on your clit as he guided two of his fingers to press against your entrance. Easing them into your warm depth, your hand in his hair pulled away and joined the other above your head, gripping firmly into the sheets as you let out deeper moans.

"Yes… oh, shit, fuck…"

Incoherent words tumbled from your lips as you felt his fingers curl and pump in and out, complemented by his skilful mouth. Your walls tightened, and your vision became blurry as a rush took over your mind.

And with only a few more pumps, you surrendered to the intensity of an orgasm. Letting go completely, your juices soaked William's fingers, mouth, and beard entirely.

You heard yourself making noises you'd probably never done before. And slowly, you came down from your high as William withdrew his digits and released your core from his mouth, a giant smirk forming across his lips.

Despite the slight pain of beard burns between your legs, you were pleased to see he'd grown it out again, now glistening with your liquids.

"Shit, Willy… how are you always so fucking good at this…" you managed to speak between breaths as you gently moved to lean on your elbows once again.

"I just love pleasing you, babe," he simply replied, smirking at you before kissing your inner thighs a few times, gently nipping and biting. His teeth dug a little deeper into your skin, leaving a good solid mark to remind you of where he'd been.

"You're so fucking amazing, and you deserve the world," he added, rubbing his beard against your already red skin, admiring the sweetness of your dripping cunt before him.

And you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

His sweet, dirty words were making you weak in the knees as you were still coming out of the euphoric state of mind.

"Come on, let's take care of you too," you spoke gently, looking down at your boyfriend between your legs. But William simply shook his head.

"Mm, no… y/n/n, this is about you and how incredible you are… I can wait."

With those words, William once again dug his lips to meet yours, making the scenario repeat itself.

However, this time you didn't last as long. You couldn't help but squirt all your juices over his face as he brought you to your second intense orgasm, painting his satisfied smirk as you loudly moaned out his name again.

You were a hot mess before him.

And as he finally released you from his grip, standing to admire what a piece of art he'd turned you into, you could feel his eyes especially looking between your thighs where you were sure he'd painted you red. And what would most likely turn into dark blue and purple colours over the next few days.

"Let's go to bed," William suggested with his ever so casual and confident smug face, despite his hard cock tucked away in his boxers.

"You're sure you want to stay in here?" you inquired with a soft expression, finally gathering enough strength to rise from your position and sit on the bed. You tossed the shirt away and unclasped your bra, but the sight of your bare chest wasn't exactly going to convince William to leave the room.

Instead, he undressed, keeping his eyes on you, as he joined you on the bed, swiftly pulling you onto him. And before you could say "goalie interference," you had his cock buried deep inside you as you rode him to the moon and back.

It was passionate lovemaking as you rocked your hips, feeling every inch of him stretching your walls. You supported your hands on his chest, moans escaping your lips as William grew more eager to reach his own climax, and he began pounding up into you.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good!" he blurted out with every thrust. "I'm gonna… shit, I'm gonna come…"

And with a few more thrusts, he spilled himself into your depths, letting out a deep grunt and your name along the way with heavy breaths.

It hadn't been his intention to have sex with you tonight; he had only planned to go down on you and spoil you as you deserved. But when you were there, naked in front of him, how could he resist the temptation?

And as you then cuddled up, spooning in the dark and letting your tiredness take over, William suddenly broke the silence with a soft whisper.

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what, Willy?"

"For being so jealous all the time..."

You couldn't help but turn in your position, softly caressing his cheek as you listened to his heartbeat.

"I kind of love that you're jealous... it just shows that you care," you tried to comfort him, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Fuck, what have you done to me, baby."

But as sleep slowly took over you, William couldn't drift off entirely. His thoughts raced about what had happened throughout the day, how much he loved you, and how he wanted to support everything you did. However, he couldn't deny either that the comments from fans were keeping him awake as he thought about how you could have chosen someone else over him, someone you could be exclusive with, openly and officially to everyone.

Yet, he also knew that he needed to believe when you told him that you didn't want anyone else.

[transmutationisms]

original anon here tysm for the recs ! if the marxist frameworks was too limiting im also completely fine w general postcolonial botany readings on the topic :0

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The East India Company and the Natural World (2015). Ed. Damodaran, Vinita; Winterbottom, Anna; Lester, Alan

Colonising Plants in Bihar (1760-1950): Tobacco Betwixt Indigo and Sugarcane (2014). Kerkhoff, Kathinka Sinha

Science in the Service of Colonial Agro-Industrialism: The Case of Cinchona Cultivation in the Dutch and British East Indies, 1852--1900 (2014). Hoogte, Arjo Roersch van der & Pieters, Toine. Studies in History and Philosophy of Science Part C: Studies in History and Philosophy of Biological and Biomedical Sciences Volume: 47 Issue: Part A Pages: 12-22

Trading Nature: Tahitians, Europeans, and Ecological Exchange (2010). Newell, Jennifer

The Colonial Machine: French Science and Overseas Expansion in the Old Regime (2011). McClellan, James E. & Regourd, François

Colonial Botany: Science, Commerce, and Politics in the Early Modern World (2005). Ed. Schiebinger, Londa L. & Swan, Claudia

Plants and Empire: Colonial Bioprospecting in the Atlantic World (2004). Schiebinger, Londa L.

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Gold Dust Literary & Jennifer Williams

Gold Dust Literary has a super small sales history on Publisher's Marketplace, with only one agent making deals, mostly at digital only imprints and publishers.

Oh, and that's not even talking about agent Jennifer W. Williams making a joke about school shooters in the wake of the school shootings in Nashville that left at least 3 kids and 3 staff dead.

Not a great look.

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TOP 9 BOOKS

tagged : @hmsharmony ty jennifer this was SOOO hard oh my god like. genuinely agonized me for days to think about what to choose but it was SOOO fun tho <3 tagging : @rosesau | @evcndiaz | @pendrgcn | @gayarthur | @the-tenth-arcanum | @oretsev | @wherepoetsdie | @bellamyblakru | @ryekat & anyone else who wants to do it !!! rules : list your top 9 books obviously. i cheated a little and put series as as one option because that's just who i am as a person. most of these i chose at random from my 5 star reads from the past few years btw

1. percy jackson and the olympians (series) by rick riordan

i was never a big reader in elementary school—or at least not to the extent that my classmates had been. my sixth grade english class required us to bring a personal book from home for silent reading and i stole my brother's spine-cracked copies of pjo and brought them to class. i finished the whole series in less than a school week (i had to scramble to the library to pick up another series because the single novel should have lasted me at least three weeks). pjo literally kickstarted my love for reading as a hobby and i truly don't know how to state the importance it had on my little ten-year-old brain fr

2. on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

i have never read a book more beautiful in prose and so uncommonly human than this. there's just something so incredibly heartbreaking knowing this whole book is the narrator's letter to his mother who can't read! like what the fuck

3. alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

this came as a surprise to Me when i first read it. i meandered through the first quarter, loving the writing style but feeling disconnected from the characters until the Church Hand Scene™ and it was hook, line, and sinker at that point (i have since come to love the disconnectedness in subsequent rereads, knowing that the feeling was the Point). i have read this book four (4) times since i read it first last year. LAST YEAR!!! olivie has like... fundamentally altered my brain chemistry or something because i feel like everything i have written since having read this book has been somewhat influenced by it.

4. much ado about nothing by william shakespeare

what can i say! this is theeeeeee romcom ever. i have watched so many adaptations of this play, read it countless of times and can recite some iconic lines, and still the banter between benedick and beatrice is sooo elite. cannot be topped!!

5. a place for us by fatima farheen mirza

fun fact: seed rec'd this book to me and has been reccing it to anybody who would listen. the prose is so lush and melancholic. it's one of those books where nothing Really happens, but you feel Every Emotion Under The Sun and you're just like. altered by reading it

6. the song of achilles by madeline miller

obviously.... OBVIOUSLYYYYYYY this had to go here. if i had two nickels for every greek myth retelling i read during school that fundamentally changed me etc etc u get it. i read this as a junior in high school when we, yet again, had to bring a personal book to read durin class. i think at that point of my life, i've never read something that tragic yet so beautiful at the same time and now i am always looking at the beautiful and tragic in media. so! there u go! brain cells rewired and whatnot!

7. the grisha trilogy by leigh bardugo

this is funny because i . technically did not rate any of these books 5 stars i'm sobbing. but like, considering the fact that my url is what it is and the way i always have them in the back of my mind, it's no wonder that i put them here. i have such an odd attachment to these books and these characters. i had copies of these books since their release but didn't touch them until ... before the sab tv release which is so fucking funny. like i don't know what i would be like if i read this as a t(w)een. i would've been so fucking insufferable ngl

8. when my brother was an aztec by natalie diaz

i actually read this for an assignment and had to write a report on it and i had SO much fun doing it. diaz plays a lot with hunger and her imagery is literally unmatched. i think about the way she contructs sentences and am filled with such envy. my beginning sentence for my paper was a nod to her style (though i failed miserably). it was: "in a paradoxical sleight of hand, hunger feeds in natalie diaz's debut." she is just. so fucking good at words i need to CHOMP on it

9. sharp objects by gillian flynn

you know the thing where you see a really popular author for a really long time and they have their work adapted to the screen and it's so good but you still haven't read their actual writing? yeah, that was me with gillian flynn (specifically about gone girl). i read gone girl, i read sharp objects, i read her short story the grownup, i'm currently reading the last novel of hers that i haven't read, dark places, and flynn is just so... incredibly good at constructing harrowing stories. it's no wonder why all three of her novels got adapted to the screen! her prose is so grounded. vivid. there's this ease to her writing that, whenever i concurrently read another novel, i always find the other piece to be lacking. i slink back to flynn's prose and immerse myself in her awful, human worlds.

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& 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁!𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐄!

— 🦇 ( KIÉSAN / MARIE ) 𝓼he / 𝓽hey . ellie williams' doll . minor . haitian . vi's cupecake . pansexual . katsuki & eren apologist . guitarist & art enthusiast . könig's liebe . taurus . (n)sfw / sfw & multi fandom blog . comentary & film director . toji's sad princess . ur fav spiritual hyper-fem with mental issues ♡ currently taking a break from tumblr 🎀

I: jennifer's body. mlist. information. second account. taglist form. carrd.

II: teen x. big flirt w/ the jjk men & why'd u only call me when ur high w/ ellie williams

III: i need u. playing with satoru's hair, fawning over vi's tattoos, kissing all the scars on ellie's face & ranting to choso abt the fnaf lore :3

IV: now playing: lust by kendrick lamar.

— ( #𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐑🧛🏽‍♀️ ) ©sonderessence 2024. don't steal my stuff. i will clown on your ass.

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COLLAGE ON VIEW

Nascent Themes from a Conversation of Fragments

Clive Knights at The Daily Grind Lodge at The College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia, USA through 18 May 2024. This exhibition serves as the laboratory portion for the class “Neuroaesthetics: The Artist and the Mind” taught by W. Taylor Reveley Interdisciplinary Fellows Elizabeth Mead of the Department of Art & Art History and Jennifer Stevens of the Department of Psychological Sciences & the Neuroscience Program. The course and exhibition examine the roles of creativity and cognition through the collage work of English artist and architect Clive Knights. Twenty-five works by Knights are on view. This exhibition brings first-hand experiential interaction with contemporary collage art, inviting viewers to explore their internal response to the color, contrast, depth, tone, layering, texture and gesture of these intricate compositions. Read More

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So M signing with WME is good move? I thought Sunshine sache was top agency but what is different with WME?

So, they're different things entirely.

WME (a merger between William Morris and Endeavor Talent) is a talent agency - so think managers, agents, etc.

Sunshine Sachs (which is now Sunshine Sachs Morgan and Lylis) is a PR firm.

The two work in conjunction with each other, and many celebs have both - their agents and managers handle their bookings and business deals, their PR companies handle their press coverage, etc and the 2 organizations work together to facilitate a symbiotic arrangement.

Additionally, talent agencies tend to deal strictly with the business side of things while the PR agency may deal with personal things as well - such as a divorce, court proceedings, etc. The PR agency is meant to make THE PERSON look good. The talent agency is meant to keep that person working by getting them auditions, scripts to read, etc. (Of course many A-Listers don't ever do auditions, they're simply asked if they want to sign on to a project and there's a word for that but I can't think of it right now lol.)

HOWEVER!!!! The interesting thing here is that WME does also have a PR and Branding division - they're a huge agency and more of a "one-stop, full-service" shop, whereas Sunshine Sachs was strictly a PR and Communications firm, so they might have had a hand in some deals but they were not the ones negotiating contracts, etc. I believe Meghan still had her agent and business manager on retainer while she was a working royal and for the last couple of years. But the fact that she signed w/ WME might mean that she's given up w/ trying to handle Archewell PR in-house. It also might mean that she's got some major deals in the works b/c WME ain't cheap.

WME is a MASSIVE agency in terms of their star power. They're typically regarded as the BEST agency (juuuust a bit above CAA) and they represent toooons of A Listers - Jennifer Garner, Ben Affleck, Michael B. Jordan, Tom Hollands, John Legend and so on and so on. Sunshine Sachs also represents A Listers but in more of a "reputation management" capacity (ie: when the media says "we contact their rep" they're contacting the PR agency, not their talent agent.)