Firstly, I hate how some people on tumblr think this fucking website is a competition. I mean, WE DON’T EVEN GET MONEY FOR THIS, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN???
2 - I also hate how people act as if they owned book quotes, photographies, etc, when in fact YOU DON’T HAVE A FUCKING RIGHT ON THAT SHIT, BY THE WAY, THE OWNER COULD SUE YOU FOR USING THEIR INTELLECTUAL WORK IF THEY WANTED :D So why the fuck you care so much if a person posts the same book quote than you or other blog?? Everybody is free to buy the book and post a quote if they want, you DON’T FUCKING OWN THE BOOK, DID YOU GET IT???
3 - If you don’t like a blog, block them???? It’s ridiculous needling someone in posts, like how old are you?? 8 years old?? Get a life, get a job, go study, go have sex, go smoke pot, idk, but this is SILLY.
Request: hey, can I have a John Shelby imagine where the reader doesn’t give a shit about talking back to him, and she isn’t scared of him, like constantly snapping back at him and shutting him up and everyone laughs at it. Ty X
Speak Up - John Shelby
Tonight ended differently than most every other night of work. You had been quiet since Tommy hired you a month ago to help John with the additional book keeping. He handled the boards and he needed someone to help him keep the bets in the book in order. Which you did, excellently. Which John seemed alright with taking the credit for. Constantly. Despite being bothered by it you were trying to be well mannered and heed your mother’s warning.
“Remember you’re a lady and you need to act like one. No bossing anyone around.” It was a mantra repeated to you the first day of every school year, whenever your mother took you to the shops with her, and now when you had gotten a job. Your very first job in new city away from your family in Solihull. You’d moved all the way to Small Heath because of a job that your dad thought would suit you.
Murphy cares about surviving more than being liked because he already knows people don’t like him (outside of the obvious person), anyone who said they did like him has used and left him, everyone basically expects him to be An Asshole before he opens his mouth. Being liked has never saved him like pretending not to give a shit has.
Media log update, book 102: John Dies at the End by David Wong
This novel is weird, both in the sense of uncanny Lovecraftian horrors and in the sense of a bizarre plot related by a rambling unreliable narrator. I think the author was aiming for an Army of Darkness sort of tone, where snarky characters battle creeping monstrosities, but the whole thing is severely hampered by the juvenile humor and the end result is pretty sophomoric. I probably would have liked this better if I had read it back when I was a teenager in love with Kevin Smith movies, but these days I need more from a story than just freak-out gore punctuated by toilet humor and random asides.