Strifesodos Week day 1 - Reading It’s still the 18th somewhere! Cloud visits the library and explores poetry, one of his least favorite things, with his crush.
The ShinRa library, tucked into a back corner of the 47th
floor of the iconic Midgar Tower, was pretty nice.
Cloud hadn’t thought that too many military folks read a
lot of books—perhaps that was presumptuous of him. Heavily muscled, frightening military personnel
didn’t really mesh with the image in his head of a bookworm (a nerd, like you were in Nibelheim if you
read books for fun). But to his
surprise, he found both infantrypeople and SOLDIERs with books in their hands
all the time.
After all, missions could be long and tiring. There weren’t
always stations to recharge your PHS or tablets. Life in ShinRa Tower, despite what the
bigwigs at the top said, could be tough and… boring at times, even.
So perhaps some people read for the same reasons Cloud
did—life at ShinRa was kinda crappy, actually, and books offered a nice escape
during his personal time.
The library wasn’t massive but there were lots of shelves
in the space they did have that were packed with books, and even a couple tables and
chairs. Cloud liked it there… but
honestly, he’d like it a lot more if Genesis Rhapsodos wasn’t always hanging
Walking in the door, Jin’s stomach growled. Practice had taken it’s toll on him today and he was just ready to eat. Picking up your phone to order take out, he unlocked it. Reading what was on the screen, he exited the page, calling for delivery before setting the phone down and moving for your bedroom.
‘Y/n will be hungry after I’m done with her.’
Waiting for you to get it of the shower, Namjoon grew bored of the bored as you still weren’t done. Accident grabbing your phone instead of his, he unlocked it. Seeing his mistake, he almost put it down until he saw what was written. Finishing the last word, he heard the shower turn off, making him close the phone and set it down.
‘Too bad y/n will be needing another one of those.'
Just waking up from a nap, Yoongi quietly walked up to where you were. Glancing over the back of the couch, he was surprised when he saw what was on your screen. Trying to hide what was just on your screen, you quickly turned it off. A smirk spread across his face as he went back to the bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.
'Dear if that’s what she wants, that’s what I’ll have to give her.’
Finishing the book in his hands, Hoseok set it down, ready to read something else. Seeing your iPad by his feet, he reached for it, turning it on. Glancing at the screen, he saw there was already something to read on the screen. Going through it all, he smiled, moving onto the next story you were reading.
'So this is what she does when I’m not here.'
Rubbing your head while watching mindlessly tv, Jimin looked down at what you were looking at on your phone. Silently reading it with you, he waited till you finished to slowly move the phone out of your hands.
'Time to turn your dreams into reality.'
Yawning, Taehyung opened his eyes. Seeing that it was still dark, he figured it was still late. Rolling over, he grabbed your phone to check the time. As he turned it on though, your screen instantly unlocked, showing what you were doing before sleeping. Fully awake now, Taehyung moved between your legs, looking up at your sleeping form.
'This’ll be a nice way to wake y/n up.’
Taking a deep breath in, Jungkook moved from his place on the couch to your bedroom. His computer had just died in the middle of a show he was watching and he was too lazy to plug it in, opting to use your computer instead. He was sure you wouldn't mind as you weren’t even home at the moment. Opening the screen and unlocking the computer, your most recent screen opened. His eyes widened in shock as he read what was written. Hearing the door open and you call for him, he closed the computer, a smirk plastered on his face as he went to greet you.
Hi guys! Long time no post! To be honest I’ve fallen off using tumblr for the longest time, but I’ll try my best to be more active here.
Anyway here’s a finished illustration I did of Rhysand from Sarah J. Maas’ ‘A Court of Thorns and Roses’ series. Finishing up her latest book now and uuuugh so many feelings! I have more art from it coming down the pipes so stay tuned! 😊
Can’t wait to see the twins growing up, so I can play with the last stuff pack ! The is already some interactions available with them, but I think it will be a lot more interesting with children. I love the build content; through !
Yevick spend is day off playing with Leonie and Ivan. The evening before, he had a discussion with his wife, about his career : working with politicians was a nice experience, but he think it’s not what he want to do for his entire life…. but as his wife is expecting a new baby, this will have to wait.
Dorothée is about to finish her second book. But with two toddlers asking for her attention, it’s a bit hard to work at home ! Leonie definitivly adopted her half-brother, she and Ivan are already best friend.
After a little bit of traveling while she’s figuring out exactly what she wants to do, Cat Grant decides revisit an old pen name. She wrote a few children’s books when she was younger under the name Charity Malkin, mostly to settle a bet with Lois, but there was no reason Charity Malkin couldn’t come out of retirement.
She finds she enjoys it, and finishes her first book in record time. She sends it in to CatCo’s publishing department, through the normal approval procedures. Sure, she could just order it done, but Cat refuses to take the easy option. Her employees have been trained to recognize quality, and if her book doesn’t pass muster, she’ll just have to try harder.
Her book is picked up, however, and the first limited run is snatched up quick enough that she’s approved for wider release.
Charity Malkin gets fanmail, drawings from little children and thank you letters from parents, but two letters are sent to Cat Grant specifically, despite her expecting at most one, or more likely zero. After all, Lois was the only other person who knew who Charity Malkin was.
Sure enough, one of the cards is from her former colleague, congratulating her and insulting her in equal measure. The other card didn’t come through the mail, but instead appeared on her kitchen counter along side a styrofoam container with breakfast from her favorite bistro in France. Kara’s card was short, congratulating her on her return and hoping for more, with no explanation as to how she figured out Cat was the author or why she had read the book in the first place.
Fueled by her initial success, Cat keeps writing. The average american family hadn’t been static over the years, and Cat refused to use the stereotypical 50s family. She didn’t always make it the focus, but her books were quickly noted as some of the best new examples of non-traditional families available. Divorce, Adoption, Gay Parents, Transgender characters, characters on the spectrum, and more. Cat did her research, interviewed real families to make sure she was accurate, because she knew children deserved to see themselves in books.
Cat has never been willing to settle once she’s on a roll, and she starts writing for older kids, first chapter books, then some young adult fiction, all the diverse casts she had made her mark with. She made sure anyone who read her books could find themselves in the pages, and from the fan letters that made it to her and the communities that sprang up, Cat had succeeded.
Kara kept sending her cards whenever she published something new, usually a few lines about what she thought, but sometimes, the whole card is full of words, and once or twice, there’s notebook pages torn out and stuffed in the card, and Cat reads every word, more than once. Those letters always end up in her collection of favorite fanmail, alongside pictures of kids and families dressed as her characters, fanart of her heroes, and letters that brought a tear to her eye.
Charity Malkin was successful, but reclusive. Cat had fun lurking on the official Charity Malkin forums, posting only occasionally, typically to end discussions that had gotten out of hand, or to critique particularly bad grammar. Her favorite section was the creative writing boards, and encouraged everyone to contribute. It was considered high praise to have TheCharityMalkin leave a comment, even when she only left a few words, because she rarely left more than that.
But Cat wanted to be able to interact with her fans more directly than through an internet filter, and began planning her reveal. A press release would be boring, and a media campaign wasn’t the right strategy. Inspiration struck when Supergirl landed on her balcony.
Supergirl hadn’t taken much convincing to agree to her plan, not that Cat expected it would. Two weeks later, Supergirl landed in front of the children’s hospital for a publicized meet and greet. A camera followed her as she met the kids and answered their questions. Eventually the kids were assembled for storytime, and Supergirl introduced her friend, Charity Malkin. The camera barely left her face as Cat read her new book, about an alien who came to earth, and how she had managed to adjust to life on a new planet. The kids clapped for the book when she was done, and Cat warmed because she knew they weren’t clapping just because of who she was, because most of them still didn’t recognize her. It was a change Cat didn’t know she would appreciate so much.
The video was sold to everybody pretty much immediately. Cat let the media run with it, and refused to answer her phone, except when Lois called for a comment, and Cat only did that because she knew nothing either one of the said would be fit for print.
Cat kept writing, though she slowed down production somewhat now that she was public. She refused to do a full book tour, but instead, she would fly out and did public readings and Q&A sessions in bookstores whenever it struck her fancy. Charity Malkin also spoke at fan conventions, where she lectured on writing and storycraft, and gave maddeningly obtuse answers whenever she was asked about a spoiler.
Two weeks after Kade’s party, where Riley kissed Caitlin, the brunette lightly skips down the halls of school in pursuit of her two best friends, Kai and Noah. Riley finds them on the bench seat by the hole, the two Juniors sit shoulder to shoulder, a laptop resting on Kai’s knee as they both huddle together watching something. Laughter drifting towards Riley as she approaches.
The two weren’t overdosing in PDA by any means but they looked so happy and content. Both teens lift their gazes once they notice Riley’s presence.
“You look extra smiley today, Sunshine.” Noah highlights with a grin of his own.
“Any reason in particular?” Kai pats the space beside him on the bench.
With a soft smile Riley takes the seat and simply states, “I think I’m ready to date.“
Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
The light faded from the southwestern sky with the setting of the sun,
and the cab grew dark once more as they zipped into the western half of
Pennsylvania. Emma finished her favorite old book just in time; the moon had
begun to rise against a pale blue sunset when she closed the pages, smiling
absurdly at the happy ending she had fully known was coming.
Jones, meanwhile, had quietly turned on a public radio station and was
listening to the news. Emma reached down to tuck the book back into her bag and
shifted to comfortably lean against the window. They had briefly passed through
part of the Appalachian mountains, where snow-dotted hills soared above a
freeway cradled in the valleys and folds of the range. She had been through the
southern Rockies more than once, and had seen pictures of the Alps, but even
knowing there were bigger mountains out there she still found herself comforted
and slightly awed by the long, uninhabited stretches of trees marching up and
down into the horizon.