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wraithheartofficial · 2 months

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coloursofunison · 8 months

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I'm delighted to welcome Julia Ibbotson to the blog with her book, Drumbeats #HistoricalFiction #Romance #Mystery #WomensFiction #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub #CPBC

I'm delighted to welcome Julia Ibbotson to the blog with her book, Drumbeats #HistoricalFiction #Romance #Mystery #WomensFiction #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub #CPBC @JuliaIbbotson @cathiedunn @julia.ibbotson @thecoffeepotbookclub

I’m delighted to welcome Julia Ibbotson to the blog with her book, Drumbeats Here’s the blurb It’s 1965, and 18 year old Jess escapes her stifling English home for a gap year in Ghana, West Africa. But it’s a time of political turbulence across the region. Fighting to keep her young love who waits back in England, she’s thrown into the physical and emotional dangers of civil war, tragedy and…

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#Amazon #Blog Tour #Drumbeats #historical fiction #Julia Obbotson #The Coffee Pot Book Club

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splashes-into-books · 10 months

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#CoverReveal for The Drumbeats Trilogy: Drumbeats, Walking in the Rain, Finding Jess by Julia Ibbotson

#CoverReveal for The Drumbeats Trilogy: Drumbeats, Walking in the Rain, Finding Jess by Julia Ibbotson @JuliaIbbotson @rararesources

Very happy to join in this triple cover reveal today, Three stories following Jess and the roles she has to play. From gap year student, experiencing war and turmoil To bride with surprises and relationships to foil. Her experiences in Ghana impact on her life Will returning there help stop her personal strife? Three stories, three different adventures, its true About her life and what she goes…

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#Drumbeats #Finding Jess #The Drumbeats Trilogy #Walking in the Rain

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notbecauseofvictories · 6 months

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I'm watching SurrealEstate, because "what if real estate was haunted as a matter of law, and also haunted haunted" is a good premise, even if the show is fairly boring in execution.

#being an american woman in your thirties is basically an unending drumbeat of #YOU WANT BABIES!! YOU WANT PROPERTY!!!#and I know intellectually it's dumb but it's kind of exhausting to fight it back.#this show should be wilder; it should feature dumb inspectors and too-clever contractors and real estate agents trying to cut corners #and more than one person dealing with ghosts who are just annoying. not restless spirits or unsettled dead!#it's just great-aunt marsha or twice-removed uncle lawrence and they're horrible #and they will not FUCKING leave. THEY'RE DEAD AND THEY WON'T GO?!?!?#like a holiday dinner that won't end. it's the worst.#still. the show is aggressively fine so.#celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge

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dhaaruni · 3 months

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#reminders #that you’re following me who’s obsessed with my own mortality #honey i rose up from the dead i do it all the time #quotes #Anne Carson #~crazy girl blogging #the overwhelming drumbeat of I SHOULD BE DEAD is on repeat in my head rn

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silverlininghills · 1 month

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for anyone else who thought backslide sounded familiar i uh. i think i found out why

#twenty one pilots #TØP #tøp #backslide #stressed out #the drumbeats are almost _identical_#i can post the track where i laid them over each other #its fucking wild yo #also btw other than syncing up the tracks the _only_ editing i did was remove a tiny bit of silence from a bit of backslide #so the second halves lined up better #they werent even a full beat off it was just like. a quarter beat #i did the reverse too (overlaid backslides vocals on stressed out's instrumental) but it required more editing to make it sound as good #the timing doesnt work out quite as well naturally #still sounds great tho!

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 2 months

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people are legitimately so weird about conventional attractiveness and assume that it always plays out in real life the way it does on TV. one of my middle school friends is probably the most conventionally beautiful person i have met in my life. she is a teeny tiny ukrainian-american woman with eyes the size of planets and perfect skin. she does not glam up often but when she does she legit looks like a model. if for some reason she became a famous celeb and gave an interview about how she was a huge nerd in middle school and grew up shy and never dated much, she is the kind of person where people would read that and be like, “lol, what? shut up, that’s not possible.” but it is!

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daisychainsandbowties · 11 months

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Can't stop thinking about Tomb Raider AU, Ava's first kill which is more of an accident really. The man on top of her, squeezing tight at her throat. A rock to the temple, maybe the broken end of one of her arrows parting the soft stretch of flesh right under his jaw. A spray of blood - arterial? - on her. Her first reaction even though he was doing his best to kill her, to try and stem the flow. A red rain on her fingers, staining her soul with the unspeakable sin of a life cut short.

Ava scrubbing her hands with whatever she can find after. The fast waters of a stream running downhill, swirling pink. Maybe it's the blood. Maybe just the sunset.

Beatrice, meanwhile, methodical and ruthless, compartmentalizing each death but still keeping score. Secret, unholy tally engraved into the back of her occipital bone, and she can almost feel each ghostly notch whenever she cups the nape of her neck, working to loosen muscles turned to stone by another night spent on the ground.

Growing more frantic as the days go by, trying to remember how many rations they put in each pack, telling herself that at least there's plenty of water. Ava has to be alive.

And then stumbling onto the place where Ava had been ambushed. Her stomach dropping when she spots the body, prone. Relief after she turns it over, her eyes alighting on the arrow that juts out of the man's throat. Gray and blue fletching that she'd recognize anywhere. She'd been the one who introduced Ava to a bow, who'd taught her how to make her own.

The arrow, a bloodied, broken compass to guide the both of them home.

Ava, who rescues rats from the bowels of the ship and lets them off on shore. who touches even Lilith so gently when she sidles past her in the kitchen, even when she notices Lilith grinning as she sips from-

“MY FAVORITE MUG?”

gentle Ava who washes up on the beach alone in the middle of the storm, who waits for morning to go up into the trees.

Ava, pinned underneath a man snarling at her in Portuguese but no breath in her lungs to say “wait, i can understand you."

and just- lashing out, lashing up. a star reaching its way back into heaven, or Icarus crawling out of the ocean dragging his broken limbs and his broken wings behind him.

blood on her face, in her mouth, gumming her lashes together - and what did Bea say about it? how arterial blood is bright brilliant red and venous blood is darker, breathless, deoxygenated. she thinks of it in brushstrokes, limping away through the trees, scrubbing at her eyes with her forearm until the skin is streaky and red.

is this how Icarus felt? tilting his chin to kiss Apollo as the wax ran molten down his arms, as his wings unfurled and then unfurled.

she used to sit on the deck with Beatrice when her intrepid archaeologist needed air and light. how she would sink slowly into Ava’s side. a different kind of capsizing.

nothing to be afraid of.

Ava staring up at the sky and telling her, “if we were sailing in the 1600s i’d be a rigging monkey.”

“mmm?” soft, sleepy, turning her face to look at Ava with that sly strand of hair slipping down to touch her cheek.

“yeah, flitting through the ropes and the sails and the mast, dangling up there in calm weather or in windy weather.” she closed her eyes, "i'd be so unbelievably sexy."

a soft huff. not a denial.

“rigging monkeys were fragile things.” Bea unpicking Ava’s fingers where she held them in a loose fist.

maybe they’d had a beer, or two, and in that moment Bea looked as fascinated by the shape of Ava’s knuckles as she did looking at her books, or the horizon. “they…um… often fell into the water, or down onto the deck. from such a height…”

she trailed off, looking troubled.

Ava swallowed the urge to dip down and kiss her forehead, to smooth those lines of worry with her mouth. “yeah but in this scenario you’d be our navigator, so you’d never turn us toward a hurricane or a lightning storm. we’d just breeze right along and i’d get to sunbathe on the mainmast.”

Beatrice paused, her thumb poised to run over the slope of Ava’s fingers. (she’s just tactile, that’s all. there’s nothing else to it)

“sometimes you have to sail into a storm.” Bea shook her head, folded her hands back into her lap, “otherwise the storm will catch up to you.”

Ava ran from the beach as soon as she could walk, run, snatching Bea’s backpack from a pile of washed-up cargo. she’d heard gunshots in the night, huddled under the broken hull of a rowboat with crabs shifting in the shadows.

she thought about smashing one of them with a rock, to eat, but she couldn’t do it.

and she tried to outpace the storm, but it found her.

a body lurching out of the trees, quiver of arrows on his back, beating her down with the slope of the bow. straddling her and how she beat helplessly at him like she used to strain against the stubbornness of her body as it healed, as sensation returned and the nuns it as an excuse to pinch, to scratch her with their nails.

screaming, wordless, savage. trying to reach his eyes and then the tightening of his hands around her neck. Bea telling her the count you start in your head when someone strangles you.

“pfft, i can hold my breath for ages.”

“your brain can’t.”

reaching up - and she’s always reaching up. guilty dreams of Beatrice slowly dipping down to capture her mouth.

Ava reaches, feels something snap off in her hand. later, she’ll turn it over and over in her hands. an arrow, poorly made, with wet wood, but the head sharpened like someone went at it with a stone night after night. it makes her think of prayer, of what she might pray for here if she didn’t have the hazy hope of bea, bea, bea.

she tried to plug his face with her hands, fingers grazing up against broken teeth as he coughed gouts of blood down onto her. hands around her throat loosening and that first flood of breath threaded with the leak of his life.

the weight of him crushing the air from her lungs. so she hooked her legs around his like Beatrice showed her, using her hips to flip him onto his back.

and then he drowned.

on his own blood and she should have known, should have thought of it, but she just ripped up his shirt with bare bloody fingernails and pressed it into the wound. his eyes - dirty blue like the water under piers - roaming wild over her face.

and then he died.

she pushed off his body, falling back into the leaf litter. sticky length of arrowhead still clenched in one fist.

back in the orphanage, she used to spend hours just thinking. clinging like fire to every fact she learned, every paragraph Diego struggled to read to her.

daylight dreams of Michelangelo lying flat underneath his ceiling, paint dripping into his eyes, squinting at the shadows. the absolute quiet sometimes, at night maybe, holding up a candle to see the colors without the bruising brightness of god’s eye.

he’s looking now, she thinks, dipping her hands into the cold tonguing motion of a stream. leaves flicking past in the current, blood ribboning into threads of muted gold.

#tomb raider au #avatrice #warrior nun #DREN!!!!! holy shit this made me insane #god the drumbeat of death on beatrice's occipital bone #the visceral tinge of it all!!!!#bea finding out that's ava's really REALLY alive when she finds a corpse. finding life in death #aaaaaahhhhh absolutely losing my mind #i cannot do justice to what you wrote but please accept my humble attempt #kendrene

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dinonisiusrex · 6 months

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Music By Dinonisius Rex .·. d;)’(0 .·. -@-

#linuxuser #arch linux #lmms music #lmms #linux #linux mint #tux #trance #unix #electric #electronic music #electronic #freesoftware #drumbeat #my music #music #dancemusic #gnu

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you-are-joking · 8 months

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just finished watching hannibal. quick question why is it LIKE that

#hannibal #like EVERYTHING about the show is 1000% over the top #WHY are the sex scenes like traveling to another dimension #why does the music alternate between hannibal playing classical piano and just irregular drumbeats #don’t even get me STARTED on the dialogue #WHO TALKS LIKE THAT #y’all were not lying with the ‘tell me will’ memes #they’ll have their morning coffee being like #ah yes the bean . . . harvested early in its life just like my dead sister #HUH #i’m obsessed #but i can’t look at hannibal content on here bc it’s all connected with our good shadows #and i still haven’t seen wwdits so i gotta get on that before it’s spoiled here #goddamn this is just like 2013 superwholock trying to catch up on every show #thanks for the recommendations at any rate

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rotisseries · 2 months

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THEY SOUND THE SAME THYE ALL SOUND THE FUCKING SAME SHE COULD SING THE LYRICS OF A SONG AND PUT IT ON THE MUSIC OF A DIFFERENT SONG AND IT'D SOUND THE SAME

I KNOWWW. I'M HERE LISTENING TO IT

#CLINGING onto florida with my bloody fingernails thank you song with a moderately different drumbeat and also florence #I see swifties in the trenches on tiktok day in and day out trying to defend her from the “every song sounds the same” allegations #and every album taylor works harder at making sure her fans died for nothing #ask #brokenbackmountain #hi hana!

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quietwingsinthesky · 2 months

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i think about even taking things from the people around them they love and making them a part of themself, and i am filled with joy. and then i think about them picking up the master's habit of tapping out a drumbeat rhythm and replicating it as their own nervous stim, and i feel ill.

#i keep trying to explain what the fuck is going on between those two but i just keep landing on It's Complicated.#and it's not love. it really isn't. but. whatever it is. it's enough that the master is a part of them in ways they can't remove.#in ways they have only ever before allowed the influence of people they do love.#even talks about their hearts despite only having one and they refuse to wear shoes fancier than sneakers because of the doctor #their handwriting looks like donna's. if a good bit messier. and there were only so many times they could hear her go 'oi!' before they #began echoing it.#they bite their tongue between their teeth when they smile like rose did. they try to hug people the way jack harkness once hugged them.#all of that. all of that.#and also. when they're upset. they tap out a drumbeat. and no one in the world would recognize it as such except the person they stole it #from. and the doctor. who heard what it's echoing once and knows what it means.#it's not a conscious thing. it's just a part of them now. ough.#dw oc #(even voice) i survived being stuck in a time war pocket dimension with a murderer as my tardis roommate and all i got was this shitty stim

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coloursofunison · 10 months

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I'm excited to be revealing the covers for The Drumbeats trilogy by Julia Ibbotson on the blog today #histfic

I'm excited to be revealing the covers for The Drumbeats trilogy by Julia Ibbotson on the blog today #histfic @rararesources @JuliaIbbotson @JuliaIbbotsonauthor @Julia.ibbotson

Here’s the blurbs Drumbeats It’s 1965, and 18 year old Jess escapes her stifling English home for a gap year in Ghana, West Africa. But it’s a time of political turbulence across the region. Fighting to keep her young love who waits back in England, she’s thrown into the physical and emotional dangers of civil war, tragedy and the conflict of a disturbing new relationship. And why do the…