#wordssss

eeee this game looks fun yay i'll play :) tysm for the tag @pancakehouse ! <3<3

the rules are simple - find the word (or something close enough) in a fic (WIP, published, whatever) and share the excerpt it’s in. 

words I was given: cherry, sofa, blink, kiss

your words: fire, night, soft, drown

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cherry // from poppies in october (r/s)

He remembers visiting Remus the summer after sixth year, mid-July, when this thing of theirs felt so achingly palpable, yet fragile, too—a spun-glass bauble snatching and refracting the clean light between them.  A flurry of question marks catching in their fringe like fresh flakes of snow.  Ripe, unbitten cherries under each of their tongues. 

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sofa // from white sheets, in the closet (r/s)

Remus’s mother has bridge on Thursdays, and his father ministers to the sick, so the two of them have run of the Lupin household well into the evening before Sirius has to skedaddle. It’s a cramped little house in a modest part of town, bauble-bright aluminum Christmas tree standing sentinel in one corner of the living room, a worn-out old Gibson upright occupying another corner near the shabby floral sofa. Decent enough, all told, but you don’t look around and get the impression that Pastor Lupin’s been skimming the collections basket.

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blink // also from white sheets ^^

His fist collides like a brick with Sirius’s face.  Sirius’s vision blurs and he tastes slick hot tin in his mouth.  Someone—Remus—grabs him by the arm.  He blinks, steadies himself, balls his right fist and gets ready to blindly swing while the world swims in and out of focus—

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kiss // oooh please like imma have a fic without this word !! from poppies in october ^^

They sleep together in the bed, because Sirius insists and in the absolute best way possible Remus hasn’t an ounce of fight left in him to argue, and the next morning Sirius cooks them omelets while Remus pours them tea and then pulls a face when Sirius dumps, like, four fucking tablespoons of sugar into his cup. But when Sirius kisses him over the table, mouth hot and slow and four-tablespoons sweet, Remus honestly doesn’t mind.

man i was so close to being a tease & posting the one and only snippet i could find where i used "kiss" like ...... metaphorically or whatever ...... but alas. actual kissing no teasing okurr !!!

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im not very far along atm but its been such a mind boggler of a read

Emmanuel Goldenstein is a very interesting name choice. Especially for the hated enemy of the Party who stands for everything they detest.

The Ministry of Love does executions, the Ministry of Peace concerns itself with war.

Newspeak is masterfully done. It's straight up a brilliant motif, which communicates a theme that resonates throughout the entire story, so far. The concept that changing words to mean different things or have different connotations changes how you think about it. In the appendix section on Newspeak, in my copy of the book, it talks about how the words "Communist International" require the person speaking to take their time, to know what the words mean, to see them as an entirely different thing than "Comintern", as the Newspeak word is. The whole point of it is that "Comintern" does not let you think about "Communist International". It signifies nothing in particular, in your brain, unless you let it, whereas "Communist International" denotes something horrifyingly obvious.

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he laughs airily, shivering under your touch and kisses

you're just, hahh, too sexy

his hands move down to your ass again, squeezing the fat and moving them around, a lazy smile on his lips

would fuck you forever if i could.. pump you so full of my cum... play with your cunt and tits soooo much that you get tired of me

- asahi

i scrunch my face up, giggling at his wandering hands, squeaking at the way he squeezes at my ass.

mm- could never happen... i always want y-you.

my head tilts, still keeping my gaze towards him, thinking for a second before responding-

think that you’re the one who’s gunna get tired of me first- i always want you.