#read a thon

[treesofreverie]

We (@theritareads, @cats.tea.and.books, @ceallaighsbooks, and @treesofreverie) are so excited to officially launch the #QueerPalestineReadathon. The goal of this readathon is to uplift and celebrate books by and about queer Palestinians and raise funds for families trying to temporarily evacuate Gaza.

If you’d like to participate, you can choose a family to sponsor through organizations like @operationolivebranch, @fundsforgaza, or @coffeesforgaza or amplify a family who has reached out to you. Then, make videos/posts about books you plan to read for the readathon, your personal fundraiser to the family, & highlight the family or families you are fundraising for. Finally, post updates throughout the readathon & don’t forget to post a wrap up with the books you’ve read & donations pledged.

Not in a position to donate? No problem! You can also participate by • Reading books by and about queer Palestinians and amplify these stories • Amplifying others fundraising efforts • Spreading the word about the readathon • Amplifying other organizations supporting Palestinians • Staying up to date on what’s happening in Palestine and amplify the stories from folks on the ground Every post you engage with, repost, share, or boost matters!

For links to fun graphics you can use, book recommendations, a sign up survey, and other resources, see HERE!

We also have a link to a Storygraph challenge featuring Nadia Shammas and Natashah Alterici’s 6-page online comic No Olive Branch for Me. For those with extra busy schedules, this is a great way to participate!

[theanticool]

Infamous fascist shithead account LOTT posted about a local library’s banned book read-a-thon and now the library is receiving death/bomb threats etc. Bravely, the library will be going ahead with the event. If you’re in the area and would like to show support, stop by.

[bookhav3n]

i’m doing a 24 hour read a thon! i started around 6pm EST, so it will go until tomorrow at 6-7pm EST! so far i’ve finished the Tyrants Tomb. my goal is to read 4 books!

books i intend on reading:

- the tower of nero

- the sun & the star

- children of fallen gods

- mother of death & dawn

[amoghbanagere915]

Amogh’s Read-A-Thon!

Feb 27th – Mar 3rd, 2023 – Amogh is raising money for his school’s playground by doing his most favorite thing in the world: Reading! He has completed 110 minutes of reading in the past 2 days! To support his goal, please visit this link. Thanks in advance! https://www.getmovinfundhub.com/student-webpage/63fcdf9ee743c

[chibih]

Here's a link to the Frebregency creators video

[cchaotic-academic]

Ok so I’m kinda-sorta participating in the Dewey’s 24 hour read-a-thon today and I’m having a rough start. I’m trying to read at least one horror novel in October every year and I was reading Salems Lot, I DNF’d it. It’s boring. Not my thing at all. Threw it in the Goodwill pile.

[embrosegraves]

𝒯𝑜 𝐵𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒯𝑜 𝐵𝑒

Oscar Piastri x GN!Reader Y/n dislikes cliches. Oscar changes their mind without even really trying.

1k Library Read-a-thon (‼️‼️) || (main) || (oscar)

Oscar was well aware that his partner was not the keenest when it came to cliches. They enjoyed flowers, but not bouquets. They tended not to read books where the only plot was a stereotypical cliche. 

Oscar had never understood it, but he loved his partner anyway. Every time he got them flowers, it was always two. One flower, he knew was cliche, and three flowers counted as a bouquet in his mind. He bought gifts, but never gave them to his partner on anniversaries. Oscar wasn’t even sure if that was a cliche, but better safe than sorry. That and Y/n had never said anything against it, so surely that meant he was doing something right. 

There were a few cliches here and there that Oscar just couldn’t avoid, even if he wanted to. Which, if he was being honest, Oscar didn’t want to avoid them at all. He quite liked mumbling compliments and sweet nothings in Y/n ear, especially when they were both so tired and more than ready for bed. 

Oscar wasn’t entirely certain what counted as a cliche, so he usually went about his day, treating Y/n as he thought any boyfriend should. He held their hand whenever they walked together, sometimes even putting his arm around their shoulders just to be a little bit closer. He made sure to spend as much time with Y/n as he could, because being an F1 driver was extremely busy. Before Oscar left, to do literally anything, he always made sure to give Y/n a kiss on their cheek. Maybe their lips as well, if he was lucky. 

-~-~-

Oscar was currently making his way through a very busy Paddock. It seemed as if the crowd was so much fuller today than the day before. Perhaps because it was a Sunday and most people only really showed up for the main race. He was walking around, trying to find his partner, when he’d overheard Lando’s girlfriend, Laila, speaking. 

“Honestly , I think cliches are the cutest.” she said. Oscar was about to keep walking until he’d heard Y/n reply. 

“I never used to like them at all..” Y/n confessed. “Thought there was never any point in believing that they could happen, or that they could be enjoyable.” 

Laila had sounded curious as she spoke, “You used to?? What changed your mind..?”

“Oscar.” Oscar froze. He couldn’t tell if Y/n was answering Laila’s question or if they had spotted him lurking, eavesdropping on the conversation. 

“I don’t think he realises just how many cliche things he’s done for me..” Y/n continued, “At first I used to get really annoyed at him for doing them, but then…” 

“But then…” Laila encouraged, wanting to hear the reason behind their apparent acceptance of cliches. 

“But then… I don’t know, I guess I just realised that he wasn’t doing those things to be cliche.. He genuinely just wants to do those cheesy romantic things with me.” Y/n elaborated. Oscar was hanging on to every word his partner said. “He genuinely just wants to have a picnic under the stars, or cuddle up under the blankets, or even just– He loves helping me make food and distracting me by playing music and dancing in the kitchen..” 

Laila was nodding along as Y/n spoke, she didn’t understand their situation entirely, but she understood enough. “At least you know that he does truly love you..” she said, optimistically. 

“Sometimes I think he loves me more than I deserve..” Oscar wanted to protest, they deserved to be loved so much more than he could give, but he kept silent. “He made me reconsider if life was really worth not having those cheesy, romantic moments because I don’t think I can imagine my life without them anymore..” 

Oscar tried comprehending what he’d just heard, his heart was basically pumping out of his chest. Firstly, he hadn’t realised that his partner had gotten annoyed when he did something they might’ve considered to be cliche. Secondly, he was proud, and a bit bashful, at the fact that somehow he’d managed to change Y/n’s mind about them. He was oddly proud that it had only taken him about a year and a half to change their perspective. 

When Oscar had zoned back in, he noticed that Y/n and Laila were no longer there. Looking around he saw the clock which let him know that there was only 15 minutes until he needed to be in the car. Quickly hurrying back to his garage, he finished putting on his gear and preparing to begin the race. 

-~-~-

After the race, with Oscar finishing in P4, Y/n made their way to wait outside the McLaren garage, ready to congratulate Oscar before he had to do his post race duties. Seeing him emerge from the door to the garage, Y/n smiled at Oscar, bringing him into a hug when he got close enough. 

Oscar relished the feeling of having Y/n in his arms. He was convinced that he was the luckiest man in the world to have them as his partner. 

“I’m so proud of you, my love..” Y/n whispered to Oscar, “You did so well.”

Oscar tightened his grip on Y/n slightly. He could feel his face heating up at the praise. “Thanks love..” Oscar mumbled, his face pressing into the crook of Y/n neck, muffling his voice a bit. “Means a lot to me…” 

After a few seconds of silence, Y/n and Oscar broke from the hug just a bit. Oscar couldn’t help but think of the conversation he’d heard his partner having with Lando’s girlfriend. He almost didn’t want to bring it up, but he desperately wanted to know if they’d meant what they’d said. 

“Honey… did you– did you mean what you said earlier..?” Oscar asked, hesitantly. 

“That I was proud of you? Of course I did, why wouldn’t I—” 

“No no, not that.. I know you meant that…” Oscar interrupted you, realising that you’d misunderstood what he was asking about. “I meant like… before the race, when you were talking with Lando’s girlfriend… Did you mean all that..?” 

Y/n shook their head, laughing silently to themself. “Of course.. Y’know Laila thought I was paranoid when I told her I felt like someone had been listening to us earlier…”

“Sorry ‘bout that, love…” Oscar said, sheepishly scratching the back on his neck. 

“Don’t worry about it, hun..” Y/n laughed gently. “But back to your question.. Yes, I did mean what I said. You have somehow gotten me to enjoy being part of a cliche..”

“And this is a good thing, right?” 

“Oh you’re so precious.. It’s a very good thing, my love..”

Procrastination at it's finest ladies and gents (I'm putting the last two polls up at the same time) (I'll link them here so you can vote for both of them <3) [2/2/2] [OaOA]

[thedarkmongoose]

ava coleman is LEGENDARY

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

let's believe we have control, our grip is weaker than we know

Out of the two lovebirds currently haunting Katolis Castle (not literally haunting, but their constant heart eyes and wandering fingers lurking everywhere, around every corner, was arguably worse ), Rayla was the stealthy one. Callum was the stumbly one who tripped over his own feet even with his newfound confidence. And Soren was a top-notch Crownguard, so how the mage had managed to sneak up on him in the hall was a mystery only the powers above knew the answer to.

“Soren,” he said, and he jumped a mile high, nearly impaling himself on his sword.

“Uh, yeah?” Soren replied, a hand over his racing heart as he breathed deeply to try and get it to slow.

Callum jerked his head down the hall, towards his office. “Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you.” His eyes flicked to the guards lining the hall, voice dropping for only Soren’s ears to hear. “Privately.”

Soren absently shifted his weight between his feet, nodding. Lunch could wait a moment. “Yeah, for sure. Lead the way, Step-Mage.”

Callum bristled and rolled his eyes fondly at the nickname (he'd grown a lot more comfortable with any of his mage titles since Rayla’s return, making Soren feel better about the teasing while simultaneously less amused by his reaction), but wordlessly obliged and led Soren down to his office, much warmer and nicer and less evil since he'd taken over Viren’s title and spaces.

Soren held the door open for him, to which Callum mumbled a quick thanks, before shutting the door behind them with a spell and locking it with another. 

He didn't even move for his desk or a couch before standing before Soren, drawing himself up to his rather unimpressive height.

His hands went to pick at the hilt of his sword. “What's this about?” he asked, hoping his tone was light but knowing it wasn't. The only things he and Callum had had an opportunity to talk about lately were life and death and concerned the fate of the world- He doubted the prince had called him in here to chat about their mutual daddy issues.

Callum glanced around the room, at things he still had yet to clear out. A box containing spell parts, dark spell parts, shoved under a desk, sigils adorning the walls clumsily and hastily painted over, a bookshelf not quite covering a gaping passageway. Remnants of Soren's father haunting the room, the ghost they could never quite seem to banish for good.

He shook his head, then looked back to Soren. He took a step closer, the two of them uncomfortable in this place that still stunk of evil. The worst part was that Soren wasn't sure it was just residue from his predecessor.

Read more on ao3!

[treesofreverie]

Resources for the Queer Palestine Readathon are now available!

The event starts on June 12th, will you be joining us?

[trashcansally]

baby boy. baby

[javelinbk]

“…meh, i’ve read better…”

“predictable… a cliché…”

“Actually Ken Brown played with them the first time at the Casbah”

"Otherwise decent story so far. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ "

Read the story that all the trolls have been talking about! Now complete!

Brother Dearest

Chapter 1 - Family meetings

Chapter 2 - First impressions

Chapter 3 - Everybody else is doing is, so why can’t we?

Chapter 4 - If you can’t beat them, join them

Chapter 5 - In vino veritas

Chapter 6 - Friends like these

Chapter 7 - Wedding bells

Chapter 8 - Happy Birthday, brother

Chapter 9 - Brothers with benefits

Chapter 10 - Brother Michael

Chapter 11 - Here comes the sun

Chapter 12 - Rock the Casbah

Chapter 13 - Suspicious minds

Chapter 14 - Bye bye love

Chapter 15 - Crying in the rain

Chapter 16 - Baby, it's you

Chapter 17 - Where are we going, fellas?

[spockvarietyhour]

Doubling the movie's budget really gives you good sets.

[breeistired]

READATHON WHEN

IT SAYS WEDNESDAY 🙄🙄🙄

ILL SEE YOU TOMORROW THEN

[dyrewrites]

Looks like I gotta do another read-a-thon of my moot's works next weekend!

I have a list. It is a very long list.

But lemme shorten it a bit so we can help some of you remember why you like to write things.

To all my moots who've yet to get eyes on your original* writing;

Send me your favorite.

It can be posted here or on ao3 or wattpad or cohost, wherever it is you've got it shared. If no one's read it yet, and you love it and think it needs some eyes, I will give it my eyes. I will also say some words and link it and tag you and see if we can't get it a few more eyes.

Warning, I do not have an ao3 account, so if it needs one...they told me I have a week or two before I get that.

*I don't belong to any fandoms or know enough about these things to be useful for that. I am terribly sorry. I will probably read it anyway if you send me fanfic, but I can't promise I'll have anything useful to say about it.

[embrosegraves]

𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈

Lando Norris x Fem!Writer!Reader Lando doesn’t realise he’s dating a fanfic writer. Or at least, not until he stumbles upon one of her fics.

1k Library Read-a-thon (‼️‼️) || (main) || (lando)

You had started the day just like usual. Waking up in bed, looking to see if Lando was there or if he’d gone for a morning training session. He wasn’t in bed, so you assumed he was out. Getting up from bed, you did everything you needed to be somewhat ready for the day. You showered, got dressed and made a coffee before having your breakfast. 

You still hadn’t seen your boyfriend so you decided you felt like writing something. You grabbed your laptop, made another coffee and grabbed some snacks before sitting on the couch and getting right into it. You’d had an idea for a fanfiction for a while now, and you couldn’t wait to write it all out. You’d seen someone on tiktok matching outfits with different cars and it had given you the idea to write about a driver (Lando) matching whatever car he drove that day to the outfit that his girlfriend (you) wanted to wear.

You had spent a good hour or two just writing out the draft of your fanfiction. You loved it whenever you could just spend hours writing without pause, because it helped you feel productive. The fanfiction had just gotten to the point where you could either finish it off where it was or have a little break and see if you could come up with anything else to add. Deciding to take a short break, you set your laptop on your coffee table and went into the pantry to see what you had that you could snack on. Not finding what you wanted, you thought it would be a good idea to quickly go to the shops to buy some snacks and anything else that you might want for the house.

While you were at the shops, Lando had finally come home. He walked into the house and put his coat on the entryway rack and took off his shoes to put them in the cubby. “Baby, I’m back!” He called, expecting you to respond. “Baby?” Lando listened, but he couldn’t hear a thing. He looked in the kitchen, the bedroom, he even knocked on the bathroom door. He couldn’t find you. Finally walking to the living room, he saw your laptop open on the coffee table. Curious, he swiped his finger on the trackpad and watched the screen light up. He saw that you had a word document open, and became even more curious about what you had been writing. His lips were downturned for a moment before he read a few sentences. None of it made any sense to him, until he saw his name and suddenly it all clicked in his head.  You were writing fanfiction.

About him.

Lando smirked mischievously before he sat on the couch. He placed your laptop on his lap, scrolled to the very top of the open document and began reading what you had written.

-~-~-

You had taken longer than you thought you would at the shops, there was a surprising amount of people doing their food shopping at the same time, so by the time you’d gotten back home at least two hours had passed. 

You carried the few bags you had inside, shuffling your shoes off and roughly pushing them towards the shoe cubby. Bringing the bags into the kitchen, you placed them on the counter before looking up and seeing the back of Lando’s head on the couch. “Oh hey! You’re home.” you said, “Was training all good?”

Lando clearly hadn’t realised that you had been in the kitchen, given that he had practically jumped when you’d spoken. Looking over his shoulder, he spoke. 

“Heya, Baby..” he said, shuffling around so that he was facing you a little better. “Yeah, training was, y’know, training..” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “You alright, My Love? You seem distracted…”

“Yeah a little bit…” he said. You had started putting away some of the groceries so you couldn’t see him, but you definitely heard the cheeky smile on his face. “Why’d you say it like that? What are you even reading…?” You asked, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. It was when you’d gotten closer to the couch when you saw that whatever Lando had been reading was on your laptop. You had all but frozen in your spot. You mentally cursed your luck and lack of forethought when you’d left the laptop on the coffee table. “I think this is great–” “Don’t speak.” you whispered, interrupting him. “How- How much did you read..?”

Smirking a little and tilting his head, Lando looked remarkably like a puppy who was pretending to be innocent. He didn’t speak for a moment, taking in your flustered and slightly embarrassed expression. He was having far too much fun with this. “Just a little… okay maybe more than a little..” he said, “I finished it.” 

Your eyes closed and your face scrunched up a bit. “....I was scared you’d say that.” 

Lando put your laptop on the coffee table and stood up. Taking a few steps toward you he rested his hands on your lower back, rubbing small circles with his thumbs and pulling you a bit closer to him. He had a smile on his face as he laughed a little. “If it helps a bit, I’m very flattered…” he said. “I particularly liked that papaya dress with my GT, very stylish.” 

“Please stop talking, this is so embarrassing..” you said, covering your face with your hands and dropping your head against his chest. “I am actually mortified that you found it..”

Lando could only laugh at your apparent horror. “Honestly Baby, I might actually start matching my cars with your dresses–”

“Oh my god–” you groaned, breaking away from Lando’s embrace and quickly going to grab your laptop. Picking it up, you closed it and almost beelined to your bedroom so you could put it away. Lando’s laugh got louder. He thought it was hilarious that you were trying to hide your fanfiction writing from him, as if he hadn’t just read the whole fic you had written. He knew that you enjoyed creative writing, but he never would’ve thought that you wrote fanfiction of all things. From the bedroom he could hear you call out. “I am banning you from my laptop, Lan!” “Aw what?!” He called, acting offended by the very idea. He walked to the bedroom and leant against the doorway. He made a show of pouting his lips, “C’mon Baby, that’s not fair…”

“Don’t pout, Nosey Nellie.” you said, your laptop safely away on the shelf of your bedside table. “You were never supposed to see that anyway…” 

Standing up from the doorway, Lando walked towards you and gently threw you on the bed. He crawled on the bed as well, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “I got curious, Love.. b‘sides I thought it was kinda sweet…”

“Be honest…” you grumbled “I am being honest,” he chuckled, his breath tickling your neck, “I do just have one question…”

Your body involuntarily shivered, “I’m almost scared to ask, but what do you wanna know…?”

“Have you written any others?” “I’m not telling you that.” 

“Oh come on!”

hehehehehehehehehe i love you guys <3

(it has been a hot minute since I've written a fic, so forgive me if it doesn't feel up to standard lmao. I promise I can write and not just create smaus 😅😅)