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not right now babe im busy thinking about how ill die before learning all the languages i want to learn and reading all the books i want to read and consuming all the media i want to consume and going all the places i want to go and meeting all the people i want to meet and loving all the things i want and am meant to love, but maybe that forces me to enjoy the fleeting time i have left in a manner that would've been otherwise impossible had i had all the time in the world to get my fill of knowledge, love and everything in between
boxes of clementines | w. herondale
will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru
‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines
Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.
Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.
Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)
And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.
You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.
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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.
He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.
He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.
It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.
“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.
“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.
The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.
The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.
Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.
You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.
Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.
It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.
“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.
And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.
“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”
You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—
“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.
He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.
“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.
You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?
He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”
“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?
“Just because.”
“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.
“Not the only big thing I can—”
You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”
You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.
“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.
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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.
not rn babe im busy spiralling because of the new piece of information i found out about one of my old hyperfixations
I was tagged by @tentenismybitch !!
Please share your last sentence; or, if you don't have one, share a plot bunny or idea!
this is (part of) a scene from my fic “limerence - iterum” that comes a bit later in the story but i was too excited to write it so i did :p obvi tentative (and a bit rushed oops) since im not at that part yet, so it might change as i go on, but enjoy :)
“You said it yourself, Neji.” Her voice was gentle, resigned. It held none of that anger he’d expected—hoped for. She released a short, humourless laugh, her voice lowering into a gentle whisper, as if pointing out an unmistakable truth, “We can’t be friends.” “Tenten.” His voice was pained. Desperate. Imploring. Her face softened, if infinitesimally, and those beautiful brown eyes gazed into his with so much ill-concealed longing he was ready to get on his knees and beg. Beg for her forgiveness. Plead with her to give them another chance. To forget he ever said those senseless words. He was ready to get on his knees and repent ceaselessly like he were a wicked sinner and she his altar. Her brows pulled into a soft frown, and she faintly shook her head. “I'm too much for you,” she said in a broken whisper, almost desperately. He didn't know who she was trying to convince of this—himself or her. “I don't” —she looked away, swallowed— “I don't regret you, Neji. And I can only hope you think back fondly on what we had, because—” Her voice wavered, broke, and she took a shuddering breath to compose herself, her eyes going skyward to stop the tears collecting on her waterline from flowing.
well. now you know why i included we can't be friends & don't wanna break up again by ariana grande in the fic playlist HEHE hope you likedddddd (link for the fic is pinned on my blog love you)
i have no one to tag (PLS BE MY MOOT I BEG) so if you see this & wanna do it, pls go ahead!!! pretend i tagged you HAHAHA
The smallest and prettiest book i own
It's a german poetry collection by Goethe
"You I saw, your look replied,
Your sweet felicity, my own,
My heart was with you, at your side,
I breathed for you, for you alone."
~ Welcome and Farewell by Johann Wolfgang Goethe
Dreamy Songs based on Literature
Lana del Rey Young and Beautiful – The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Taylor Swift Ivy – Emily Dickinson
Ryan Adams Sylvia Plath – Sylvia Plath
Hozier NFWMB – W.B. Yeats
Michael Jacksons Childhood – Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
Radiohead Exit Music – Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Ruth B Lost Boy – Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
Taylor Swift Tolerate it – Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Link to Playlist:
Books like Dorian Gray?
I am looking for good Horror/ Mystery Literature like the Picture of Dorian Gray, Frankenstein or the stories by Edgar Allan Poe. Do you guys have any recommendations for me? Am not as familiar with that genre as i would like to be.
One of the most beautiful classic literature editions 🧡💛💚💙💜
If you are interested in beautiful editions of classic Literature, check out the Penguin Drop Caps series! They have a book in every color of the rainbow for every letter of the Alphabet.
Movies to watch if you love Pride and Prejudice
1.Bright Star (2009)
This one is a beautiful, quiet and poetic movie about the love affair between Poet John Keats and Fanny Brawne.
2. Becoming Jane (2007)
This is an autobiographical movie about Jane Austen and her romantic relationship with Tom Lefroy. It is not entirely based on facts, since we know so little about some aspects of Austens private life.
3. A room with a view (1985)
This movie is a lovely and incredibly acted adaption of E.M. Forster's novel. It stars a young Daniel Day-Lewis and Helena Bonham Carter.
4. Finding Neverland (2004)
This film has to be one of my all time favourites: it is about J. M. Barrie and his relationship with a family who inspires him to create Peter Pan. It is a heart-wrenching, magical tale of love, fiendships and the wonders of the world.
This monologue is really something else. His voice and acting are incredible. This adaptation is also wayyy more sexual than i thought a 1800s Play could be.
One of the most beautiful passages in theatre history...fight me!
“I love you, I need you, I want you. I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up with your voice winding through my head, I look at you and I can’t focus, the whole world shimmers, I’m ashamed, I’m angry, I’m in love, I’m mad, I’m happy, I’m dead, I’m alive, I’m stupid, I’m tongue-tied."
- Cyrano de Bergerac adapted by Martin Crimp
Book recommendations based on your favourite authors
1. Oscar Wilde
Edward St Aubyn - Patrick Melrose
If you love Oscar Wilde i would recommend St. Aubyn's amazing novels. They are full of wit, cunning irony, upper - class critisicm and dry humor.
2. William Shakespeare
Margaret Atwood - Hagseed
Part of the "Hogarth Shakespeare Series" this is a brillant retelling of Shakespeares play the tempest.
3. Lewis Carroll
Michael Ende - Momo
Similar to Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, Ende takes us on a young girl's magical journey in which she has to bring back the "stolen time".
4. Stephen King
David Mitchell - Slade House
Stephen King himself recommended this suspensful novel about an abnormal house: “Hard to imagine a more finely wrought and chilling tale of the supernatural. One of the rare great ones.”
5. Suzanne Collins
Koushun Takami - Battle Royale
This book has a very similar storyline to Collins great Hunger Games Saga: a class of junior high school students is taken to a deserted island where they are provided arms and forced to kill one another until only one survivor is left standing.
6. Jane Austen
Goethe - Elective Affinities
A love story just as sharming and complicated as Jane Austen's beloved works: Eduard and his wife Charlotte enjoy a quiet but idle life in their estate, when their piece is fastly thrown into chaos as he invites his friend the Captain and she invites her niece Ottilie to stay with them: a story of forbidden love begins to grow as they both form attraction to their guests.
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - 42nd Anniversary Edition
~ Illustrations by Chris Riddell
I'm looking for illustrated books or special editions of famous novels. Do you guys have any "beautiful books" recommendations?
Anticipated Book to movie adaptations 2022
Who else is excited? Also del Torro filming Pinocchio...a dream come true😍
Actors and their favourite books
Tom Hiddleston - Any human heart
Hiddleston mentioned in a tweet, that this was one of his favourite novels.
Colin Firth - The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
"I don't think I've ever read such descriptions of what it would be like to lose your grip. He has a vision that makes you less sure of your surroundings—and I find that stimulating."
Natalie Portman - Cloud Atlas
"This was the present I gave everyone I knew for three years. It's six different stories told in different time periods and genres: One is historical fiction, another is a '70s thriller mystery, the sixth is a post¬apocalyptic story"
Daniel Radcliffe - The Master and Margarita
"It's now my favorite novel—it's just the greatest explosion of imagination, craziness, satire, humor, and heart."
Timothee Chalamet - And then the End will come
Chalamet mentioned in an interview, that he really loved this book
Morgan Freeman - The Poisonwood Bible
“Some of the best writers are women writers – Barbara Kingsolver, Joyce Carol Oates. They just don’t get enough play.”
Margot Robbie - The five poeple you meet in heaven
I love that book. It felt very different, moving and heartfelt. It made me think. It’s a quick read, it’s a good one to recommend over the holidays.”
Cate Blanchett - The true history of the Kelly Gang
"Carey is one of my favorite writers. In Kelly Gang, the narrative voice is so unique. We Australians all know about Ned Kelly, but what Carey does is get inside his character's mind in such an illuminating and heartrending way. Aand there's not a trace of sentimentality in it. I so admire that as an actor, because I realize how difficult it is to do."
Famous writers and the books they can't live without
All these answers are taken from BBC's Podcast "Desert Island Discs", where famous artists share the one book they would take with them to a deserted island.
Neil Gaiman - The Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe
Margaret Atwood - Stories from 1001 Arabian Nights
Maggie O'Farrell - Selected Stories by Alice Munro
Colm Toibin - The portrait of a Lady by Henry James
Stephen Fry - Four Quartets by T.S.Eliot
Tennessee Williams - Poetry by Hart Crane
Roald Dahl - The New Oxford Book of English Verse by Helen Gardner
Helen Fielding - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Patricia Highsmith - Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Zadie Smith - Remembrence of Things past by Marcel Proust
To all theatre and book nerds out there: Who is your favourite play writer? (Expect for the good old Willy shakes of course) I need more recommendations.
I think Goethe is hugely underrated!
Mozart and his weird sense of humor
“I wish you good night, shit in your bed all your might.”
"Oh my ass burns like fire.” (To his cousin)
"Write to me and don't be so lazy. Otherwise I shall have to give you a thrashing. What fun! I'll break your head." - (To his sister)
"To every good friend I send my greet feet; addio nitwit. Love true true true until the grave, if I live that long and do behave." - (To his cousin)
In 1782, Mozart wrote a six-voice canon. The canon’s title translates to “Lick Me In The Ass” :
"Lick my ass nicely,
lick it nice and clean,
nice and clean, lick my ass.
That’s a greasy desire,
nicely buttered,
like the licking of roast meat, my daily activity.
Three will lick more than two,
come on, just try it,
and lick, lick, lick.
Everybody lick his own ass himself."
“Yesterday, though, we heard the king of farts/ It smelled as sweet as honey tarts/ While it wasn’t in the strongest of voice/ It still came on as a powerful noise.” (To his mother)
There is a whole wiki only dedicated to Mozart and his love for ass jokes:
Marvel Actors and the books they love
Chris Evans - Sapiens by Harari
"I’m halfway through what might be the best book I’ve ever read. Sometimes when I’m reading non-fiction I like to take notes. I’ve basically copied this entire book into my notepad. Every single page is eye-openining. Read it! It’s fantastic."
Mark Ruffalo - Citizen by Claudia Rankine
"This is a powerful book about what racism feels like. Very moving. “
Chris Hemsworth - The boy, the mole, the fox and the horse by Mackesy
Benedict Cumberbatch - Saturday by Ian McEwan
'Reading is one of the joys of life and, once you begin, you can’t stop and you’ve got so many stories to look forward to."
Scarlett Johansson- Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk
“One of my mother’s favorite books. It’s such a beautiful, tragic story. Marjorie is so full of gusto and romance.”
Brie Larson - The magic mountain by Thomas Mann
Robert Downey Jr. - Don Quixote by Cervantes
"I loved the novel. I though it was brilliant, inspirational."
Elizabeth Olsen - All the light we can not see by Doerr
"Oh my god, I love it! I was on a road trip and listening to music got really boring, so I downloaded the book on tape. It's amazing."
Books I purchased this month
