buying cheap books

My copy of Jim’s Journal, the Treasure Planet junior novel just came in, and it’s FANTASTIC for a kids book. Here’s every other line some little key points that caught my attention for anyone curious. There’s a few canon movie contradictions in it, so whether you consider it canon or not is up for debate, but it’s basically a quarter inch thick essay on Treasure Planet details.

  • The dates on this thing make no sense. Jim gets the map on “02.0-106.00″ and gets home on “029.0-028.50″. I have no idea how high these numbers scale or the scope of it. 
  • Jim is an AMAZING artist. (Here’s some of my favorite examples) He regularly draws very detailed pictures of moments in time, as well as scenery pictures that includes himself. New headcanon. It can be argued pretty seriously that Jim has an Eidetic memory, and GREAT visual memory, which makes sense with how well he picks up new skills with a little example.
  • Jim beats the best solar surfer on Montressor (Ray Quandree) in a race a bit before the movie
  • The little frog girl that eats the spoonful of Delbert’s food at the beginning of the movie is named Angela Legintoe, her species is called Loppytonians (in other media, they are Benbonians) and she tends to spill her Zirellian jellyworms on the table. Jim hates cleaning it up.
  • An entire two pages of solar surfing lingo
  • Jim has mixed feelings about his father. When an old spacer that used to work with the old man show up and tell stories, Jim is all about hearing them. He just doesn’t want to talk about the old man.
  • Jim accidentally breaks a whole tray of plates when exhausted and feels so bad about it he spends all night trying to glue them back together to make his mom feel better (MY HEART)
  • The Armada is repeatably referred to as “The Queen’s Armada”. Space has a queen.
  • The Solar surfing Galactic Grand Prix takes place on Crescentia.
  • Apparently Doppler studied “Modern spheroid cryptology” in his undergrad days and was totally stumped by the map
  • Jim’s mom gave him a huge list of stuff to pack, of which he only took “5 T-shirts”, “6 pairs underwear and socks”, and “toothbrush and toothpaste”
  • the most interesting things he crossed off on taking were “Royal Galactic Passport”, “System Health Services Immunization Form”, and “Solarium Crystals”
  • Doppler’s space suit is about 100 years out of style. (OH MY GOD)
  • For those of us who know nothing about boats, the Legacy is apparently a solar Galleon
  • Captain Amelia battled with the Procyan Armada
  • Jim was actually terrified during the fight with Scroop, to the point of shaking. Silver saving him was a huge deal for him.
  • Scroop is the Rigger in charge and was good friends with Oxy and Moron  (the torso and head tentacle guy). The other riggers are Greedy, Dogbreath (”Brush your teeth, my friend!”, and actual quote from Jim), and Birdbrain Mary. The ships gunner (the guy with huge thighs who shoots down the escape ship) is named Meltdown, and he’s also the mechanic. The Ropers are named Hands, Pigors, Aquanoggin, and Schwartzkopf. 
  • Jim get’s etherium sickness when it gets a little rough (like seasickness), and regrets tossing the medicine his mother packed for him
  • Jim admires Amelia’s abilities as a captain.
  • Amelia once almost single-handedly saved seven ships during a battle, and was the youngest spacer to ever be made captain.
  • There was a Kattindog (HA oh my god, please tell me that’s her species name) Quasar War 15 years before the movie, and Amelia was awarded the Green Badge of Honor for her deeds
  • Silver tells bad pirate jokes to pass time.   
  • Jim thinks They Are Hilarious. I am 100% serious, it’s the highlight of his day.
  • Jim’s duties include scrubbing the astrobarnicals from the keel, swabbing both decks, organizing the food stores, cleaning the crow’s nest, bathrooms, and oven, helping with food prep, refilling all water containers, checking all ropes and lines, and making one cafe lattoid for Captain Amelia each morning, delivered at 7am sharp
  • There’s a recipe for Bonzabeast Stew that Silver wrote down for him and he just taped it into the journal the dork. The recipe is full of sailing puns
  • you need one whole bonzabeast and it has to be defuzzed first.
  • make sure to include all 12 eyeballs for flavor
  • A bit of movie contradiction. The scene from “I’m still here” where Silver is showing Jim how to tie knots is different. Here, Silver took him up to the crows nest to surprise Jim. They watched a close by planet (Saxonite, which has huge rings) pass by, and Silver teaches him knots to pass the time. Jim was SUPER into it and it takes up like SIX WHOLE pages of this 50 page thing
  • Silver teaches Jim an old spacer song. It’s really morbid
  • Jim suspected that Amelia and Doppler had a thing for each other before Arrow even died. 
  • Jim’s not only betrayed by Silver’s mutiny. He’s positive Silver knew about Jim’s connection to the map and was using him all along
  • Jim’s thought processed about Silver after the mutiny is HEARTBREAKING
  • Like a good section of this book is Jim zigzagging between beating himself up over being fooled and being mad at Silver and it hurts
  • Jim’s reasoning for not going with Silver is “If there’s one thing I learned from that bucket of bolts, it’s that I have to chart my own course” and now i’m crying
  • Another canon contradiction, Amelia doesn’t tell him about her recommendation to the Astro Academy until after they land.
  • Amelia’s wounds were bad enough that she had to go to the hospital overnight
  • Jim. Is. A. Sap. 
  • Seriously “It never would have happened if it weren’t for that old pirate who helped me find the real treasure - the one inside of myself!”
  • Amelia graduated from the academy in 005
reading list

I’ve updated my reading list. There’s a link to each book, if you want to buy a copy, just click the title. The links are to Amazon, but please try and buy from the ‘used’ section if you are able – support independent bookshops!



the hot, athletic, Russian, “I look good without trying”, “Don’t you touch my sister or I will murder you”, “You know you want me in your pants right now” one,

and the cool, rocker, ahead of his time, “I look badass and I know it”, “I steal random shit because I can and what else I am supposed to do”, “Doing crazy shit gives me a thrill” one (that got a super sick slo-mo scene).

I think I speak for all of us here when I say I definitely can’t pick between them.

(side note: evan’s version was anti-authority and liked to nick things and was a fast talker, literally, and aaron’s version was quite a cocky piece of shit and protective as shit of his sister and between the two of them they got the impatience and the running down pat so I think that’s why I can’t pick one. They both make up the entire character so you can’t say one is better.)

A pic I took before I hit the country and lost all service 😁

Perfect for road trips. On sale now. Paperback edition is 5.99. EBook is 1.99. And if you’re a kindle unlimited member you get the eBook for FREE! Hope you guys enjoy and Happy Reading!

Here’s a link:

my mom is going to try to get me the cool girl monologue (from gone g.irl) shirt for christmas !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I Am
Take a look into the mind of a writer persisting past depression and anxiety in this short book of poetry. Enjoy poetry that has been formatted with typography to become a visual art as well. Typography is the editing of words in a visual manner, and, in this work, it is employed to exemplify the poetry and its meaning. Sit back and let your eyes and mind be stimulated as you read this original work

I’ve written a book of poetry, it’s very cheap! only $2.50! Please support my work and buy a copy if you can!

Also, please don’t use this poetry on your blog, I am in the process of copywriting this, so you will be forced to remove it.

I’m not sure if anyone’s going to read this pretty long and possibly boring post, but as a person who lives in a country that faces terrorism every single day (Turkey), i have things to say.

I was born and raised in Istanbul, Turkey. I remember my childhood, which was not so long ago. I remember that my school had this trip to a book fair. You know, a place you can buy cheap books and stuff. I remember my mom not letting me go there because of some bombings that happened in Istanbul a week or so ago. I wasn’t allowed to go out without my mom, except for school, for months. I remember not understanding what’s happening, and i remember crying.

Now i study in Ankara, the capital. You may remember, some bombings happened in Ankara in the last few months. Just a few months ago i was about to leave my dorm room for a walk. I really like walking in evenings. As i opened the door of my room, i heard a terrible noise. The first thing i thought was, “Oh, is it raining!? Come on, please don’t be a thunder!”. I went back to the window, and saw that it was not a thunder at all. I was confused. Then my mom called. She was terrified. She was crying on the phone. I kept asking her what was the matter but she kept crying. This went on for a couple of minutes. Then she stopped and said, “I’m so glad that you’re safe.”. When we hung up, i was devastated. Nope, it wasn’t a thunder. It was a bomb. I now wish that what i heard that very evening WAS a thunder.

I remember calling and being called by friends to make sure each of us are okay. I remember foreign friends sending messages, asking if i’m safe. 

If you haven’t been through this, you may not understand how hard it is to go through all of this. And now imagine. This is just me. Imagine the terror millions of people faced on those damned days. All over the world. Imagine the pain, the fear, the tears and the losses. Stop for a while and think about all the innocent lifes that has been lost to us. 

This has been happening here for so long. This has been happening all over the world for so long. Now i see posts like “Pray for Nice!”, “Pray for France!”, “Pray for Istanbul!”, “Pray for XXX!” But it doesn’t work that way, you know. No matter if you have or don’t have a religious belief, deep down inside, you know that it doesn’t work that way. Don’t just sit there and pray for people. You know that terrorism is a plague that can not be cured with prayers, even if the prayers come from the purest of hearts. 

Now i know, i know that we can not make this plague vanish overnight, but we can fight it. We can fight it until the very end. 

We can fight it with education. 

We can fight it with equality. 

We can fight it, and we CAN defeat it. 

So, no matter what cultural background you have and your ethnicity, don’t teach your future children to stay away from people who are different then themselves. Teach them to accept everyone as they are, and to love everyone as they are.

Don’t teach them to just sit and pray. Teach them to act.

Teach them to care.

Teach them to help.

Teach them to love, not hate.

Teach them to make this world a better place. 


SPOILERS IN IMAGES (Click for better view)

For anon, who requested screenshots of the Vision & Wanda moments. I totally fangirled too, Nonnie! <3

(This is from the Civil War junior novelization of the movie. Complete synopsis of the book here.)

I really can’t stand myself. I don’t think I’m a materialistic person, yet I feel my room with cheap junk just fill my heart. I buy myself cheap books I know I am never going to read just fill my space and have the weight of them in my arms as a walk away. I look at clothes I know I will never be able to afford, just to watch them disappeared and be bought, because I know it will hurt me. And I feel like I deserve it. Yet it is over something so small. I hate my sexuality - I hate being apart of a community that is full of so much hate and says such nasty things about anyone who is not like them. I hate how I think I will always be alone because of my sexuality. I don’t think I’m a judgmental person, but I must be. I’m so picky and needy with people, if they can’t fit what I want, I get uncomfortable and don’t want to be around them. So I must be judgemental. And I hate it. I hate how I can’t connect with people. I hate my desire to feel loved and needed when I can’t seem to grip myself to anyone. I can’t handle people, and yet I crave them so so much. I’m terrified to get close to people though, and not for anything as sweet as me fearing they may not like me - for that is a reality I no longer question, but rather I fear being the bad guy. I’m terrified to get close to people because I’m afraid that I won’t like what I see in them. I’m afraid I will want to walk away. I’m afraid I will hurt them. I hate how I am. I give and give and give and give and give my family my money. I tell them that I don’t mind and I am just happy to help them. But it is a lie. I give it to them because I hate myself. I try to trick myself into thinking I’m a good person. And late at night I sit up looking up all the things I cannot buy because I don’t have any money, and I tell myself I’m a kind person. I feel so dirty to lying to them. I hate myself for using our family struggle to try and tell myself I’m kind. Because I know I have nothing else to call myself nice and kind over. I hate how I left my emotionally abusive relationship. I wish it back every day. I hate myself for walking away. I hate myself for using the last tie I had with them to push them to hating me and hurting me, all because I was in a self destructive and self harming mood. I hate how I loved the way they spoke to me. I hate how I miss the way they used to rub the smell of cigarettes into my hair so I had to stay out later and could not go home. I hate how they said everything was my fault, that I ruined my sister’s life. I hate how I miss them. But they made things easier. I didn’t have to do all the work. They rubbed the salt into my heart so I didnt have to all the time. I hate the ties I have to my father. I hate how I have ties to my father. I hate that what links us his his duty past and his rotten secrets. I hate how I’m linked to how he hurt my mother. I hate it - yet I have no control over my sexuality. I have no control over that cheating tie of his. I hate how I use being sexually assaulted three times to justify myself. I hate how I use it to explain things about myself. I try to tell myself I’m not horrible because it happened to me, it’s the reason I act certain ways. I hate it. I hate that I do that. I hate how distant I feel from everyone else. I hate how I can understand people’s emotions so clearly, yet I can never understand them. I hate how distant I feel from them. I hate how I have ruined my future I won’t be able to go forward with everyone else. I hate how ugly I am. I hate how disgusting I look and feel. I hate how lost I am. I hate how I compare myself to people. I hate how I compare myself to my sister. I hate how emotional I am. I hate how distant I am. I hate my sexuality. I hate how I can’t be around people. I hate dealing with all my mental illnesses. I hate how broken and alone I feel. I hate how I thrive in my own self hatred. Most of all though, I hate how I know I have to keep waking up for many more disgusting years and live as me. That thought alone hurts me more than I can articulate.

has anyone noticed this trend in a lot of bookstores where they aren’t really concerned with selling you books, but an identity? like they have five racks of books, and ten racks filled with quirky notebooks and bags and tee shirts with the cover of famous pieces of literature(and they don’t actually have those books in stock, oops). like… does that bother anyone else