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Well I clearly don't open this app often enough bc oof. This is supposed to say "JPN mario party 2 is sexist as hell"

I. do not. like being. perceived. So what do you mean some guy on the street recognized me from ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

Applied to 8 jobs last night. Need something to work out so I stop waking up nauseous all day 🤞🏻

JPN maruo patty 2 is sexual ass HEELL

Blood sacrifice, some of us very much enjoy blood sacrifice.

Anxious Raven with Piercing Alarm Call ~ (Does our anxious friend's name sound cumbersome, by the way? Please bear in mind we have already shortened it for you. We are all the ravens that were, all the ravens that are, all the ravens that will be. Extreme specificity is required to distinguish between us. We would need an entire morning to recite a single fragment's full name. Not a problem in the Hidden Realm, where time holds no dominion. Here, we shorten. Our compassion is boundless.)

The fight ends in a draw. One point each. We don't care, we are sulking. She spurned us. She spurned our help. ~ We have never been mistaken for so many insulting things in one go before. What next, indigestion? A rogue prawn? ~ We shall watch Neema from there, and if she needs us, she might find we are too busy preening ourself to help, she might die horribly and we will not care, not at all.

"No, no, that would be cheating, and I never cheat," the Fox replied. "Except when I do." The baby began to cry, great heartbreaking sobs. Emotional manipulation," said the Fox. "I respect that." ~ "Enchanting," said the Fox, tenderly licking the rat blood from the baby's face. "Very well. I am persuaded."

And how could I forget the Raven and the Fox! Every time the Raven took over a chapter it was an absolute delight. And the Fox, oh how I am excited to see the havoc he brings. I look forward to seeing how the many aspects of the Raven and the cunning Fox return in the coming books.

"Watercolours." His expression darkened. "I wanted to paint her. What they did to her." Yana. Never far from the Hound contender's mind. "But I couldn't do that, obviously, so...I painted the forest. I painted Dolrun. Let them fill in the rest."

No one ever looks servant. Ruko looked. He saw her. And broke into a smile. ~ It was absurd. Wildly inappropriate. And hilarious. Yasila staring mid-distance, cool and regal and unforgiving. Benna doing what appeared to be a jig of encouragement in the aisle next to her. Ruko looked between the two women, then snorted back a laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He used to laugh like that, before. He'd forgotten. ~ That was what he needed.

Tala breathed out. "What changed your mind?" He shook his head. Impossible to explain the conflict inside him. He barely understood it himself. "Those people, Ruko," she said again. He put an arm around her, stiffly at first. Slowly, something thawed as he remembered. This is how you hug someone. This is how you comfort them. This is what you do.

While Neema's growth throughout to story was 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, these highlights display how well other major characters have been fleshed out and how they develop over the course of the fight for the throne.

"Have you laced the walls with hallucinogens?" she asked the Fox-bear. "Self-doubt is more potent than any drug,' he said, slotting the massive head back into place. "And more damaging."

But when hope flares in the darkness, it blinds even the sharpest eyes.

Cain had to admit, she looked hot. They both did. Rivenna was like an evil butterfly and Ruko was like a big, sexy wardrobe that might kill you, and these were both very much Cain's type. Cain had a lot of types.

Some places are soaked in power. The ruined city of Samra. The cave networks of Helia. The House of Mist and Shadows, ancient sentinel of the grey marshes. History, faded to myth and then forgotten, can be lost. But the power remains, steeped into the stone like blood. Do not ask if that power is good or evil. Ask who plans to draw it out and use it.

I am eagerly anticipating the next book in the trilogy & I can't wait to reread this down the line! I've compiled countless highlights across the book, and I need to share some of them. The first being a combination of beautiful lines that have hung on my soul balanced with relatable humorous ones.

I finished 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 by Antonia Hodgson weeks ago, but had to wait for my hold to come back so I could gather my highlights 😅 I can say without a doubt though, that this has been my number 1 read of the year! It's funny, tense, romantic, and the mystery is ever evolving 🖤

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I'd say we're looking good for 26 and 34. I couldn't ask for a better birthday twin! Happy birthday, Sonic!!! 💙🦔🎉

His jaw clenched. "We'll let him speak, of course, but if it comes down to it...if the only way to end the bargain is to..." He reached toward his dagger, squeezing the pommel. "I'll be the one to do it." "Cassius, I can't ask you to—" "And you haven't."

"Of all the wishes tonight, yours was almost the loudest, nearly the most hopeful." He smiled. "The second easiest to grant." ~ "There was only one louder," he murmured before his lips descended once more. "Mine."

Cassius is still around, though, and that's fine because while I was never too keen on him, he is the center of my only non-plot-related highlights throughout the book.

My curse did strike again, though... As always, the character I pick out as my favourite ends up dying or being a terrible person, and this book managed to sneakily do both! ....I am not in any pain at all, promise.

Given that I kind of remember the plot of Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses, I had an idea of who the mystery would tie back to, but the way Craig weaved living gods into such a small and faithful community created a wonderful spin on the original tale.

I finished 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 by Erin A. Craig! I started reading it a few months ago before I fell into a reading slump. I'm glad I went back to it, as I found myself looking forward to reading the next few chapters every day while I was at work.

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The weather is SO nice right now and I have to go sit at a desk 😭

Remember this!
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행복하고 싶지만 요즘은 힘들어

time separating us. I'm going to seek out more books where the author goes on a similar expedition in order to offer the reader a vivid journey through time alongside them.

As I'm always interested in the morbid aspects of humanity, the journey alongside Sarah Graves and the Donner Party has been an interest of mine. Listening to how Brown sought to experience what he could of her travels was something that stuck out to me and spoke of humanity's closeness despite...

Finished another book, albeit an audiobook for a change. Spotify went down while I was at work, so I quickly searched Libby for an audiobook (that I had meant to request a digital version of) and set off on the adventure that 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 by Daniel James Brown was!

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Monster Prom 4: Monster Con is out on steam!! 🤡💀🎉
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Whit regarded me thoughtfully. "Do you think the three died by asp or poison?" I considered everything I knew about Cleopatra, gathered from what I'd read by the historian Plutarch and the memories that had seeped under my skin. "She was a renowned strategist and a meticulous planner, and it seems inconceivable to me that she'd trust her fate to a wild animal. Aren't asps famously sluggish creatures?" I shook my head. "No, I think she came to her death prepared. "Hemlock, then," Whit said. "I quite agree, but you have to admit the asp makes for a more dramatic tale, being the royal emblem of Egypt." The room had gone curiously quiet and I turned around, expecting to find the wall breached. But instead, Abdullah and Tío Ricardo stared between me and Whit, the pair of them wearing bemused expressions. "Are you quite finished with your morbid discussion?" Tío Ricardo asked in a dry voice.

Another cute moment that makes me feel so strongly about their relationship. I'm even more excited to see the second book is already out, because what the FUCK was that epilogue about, Whitford???

"I'm not leaving until you explain what happened." "I can make you leave." "You won't touch me again." Whit wrenched his gaze from mine, his lips pressed flat. Finally, he spoke

Whit opened his mouth, and then snapped it shut. "What were you going to say?" "Absolutely nothing helpful," he muttered.

"Whit," I said. He waited by the entrance. "What is it?" "You're terribly decent,'' I said. "Despite pretending to be otherwise." "Just as long as you don't tell anyone," he said with a slight smile. Then he ducked out of my room.

"I'm not going!" "What if I can't save you?" Whit asked, his eyes wild and in full-blown panic. "Please don't do this to me."

I just finished 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 by Isabel Ibañez. I was oddly in the mood for a book with romance, and that combined with a mystery set in Egypt made it the perfect choice! I didn't have a highlight til chapter 21, which was wild. Anyways, here's some cute moments that I enjoyed!

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Owww....

a painting of a pelican eel, giant isopod, sea pig, and vampire squid enjoying a tea party, while a colossal squid looks on; so large it nearly obscures the entire background.

Party tip: When throwing a deep sea tea party, it's generally recommended that you invite the colossal squid.

"Bodies are not that clean. They really are just bags of fluids and substances hanging from bones and wrapped up tight in skin. I can't help looking I down at my own body like I'm seeing it for the first time."

"It appeared to be a skeleton. The bones and joints were much thicker than a human's, encased in a layer of some kind of glittering, crystalline cave growth that reminded me of snow. A mass of horns protruded from what seemed to be its skull, which was shaped like a broad, pointed shovel. I couldn't see any openings for eyes, but the mineral coating made it hard to know for sure. And that was assuming the thing even had eyes, or that I would recognize the eyes it had."

And here's two sections that simply stood out to me! I kinda want to draw what I think the aliens look like because I think my idea of them based on this description is waaaaay off lol

A highlighted section from chapter 2. "I was the first thing I remembered. Me. I was me. [...] because I had no other memories until I opened my eyes in the body printer, and I remembered myself."

A highlighted section from chapter 3. "I am the first thing I remember. Me. I am me. [...] because I don't remember anything else. Now I'm here in the body printer, remembering myself."

A highlighted section from chapter 32. "I am the first thing I remember. Me. I'm me. [...] because I don't remember anything else. Now I'm here in this body printer, remembering myself."

I greatly enjoyed this little pattern, by the way. Was so excited to go back and compare the beginning of these chapters. Like I said, definitely would be interested in a longer story that continues to use replaying openings to signify changes in character, even if the character isn't aware of it.

Just finished 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 by Matthew J. Kirby, and I think the greatest tragedy is that this isn't a longer novel. I would obsess over a more in-depth story that explores life on Hades, but alas, the suspense comes from the ever-ticking clock of breaking bodies or refactoring.

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