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kitt
@donkitt.bsky.social
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an adult. 25+
games/manga/books. 24/7 fujin
soul currently resides in the muck at the bottom of a decorative koi pond
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November 16, 2025 at 7:26 PM
donkitt.bsky.social
her dialogue is hauntingly like that of a localized anime character when the translator is at wits end
"I know what it's like when people go away. It's agony for a week, then painful for a week, then you begin to forget, then it seems as if it never happened, it happened to someone else, and you start shrugging. You say, dingo, it's life, that's the way things are. Stupid things like that. As if you haven't really lost something for ever."
November 10, 2025 at 12:56 AM
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when it's time to subtly remind the reader again that a character is australian
She had just poured herself a whisky. "Santé. I hate big stores. And not just capitalists. Pommy capitalists. Two birds with one steal. Oh, come on, sport, smile." She put the pen in my pocket. "There. Now you're a cassowary after the crime."
November 10, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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in the dusty, desolate hills of utah, some say it is running still. The Dog That Only Gay People Can See
In the outcropping of rocks on the hill that rose up before the ranch house, in the tangled growth of sagebrush that scarred the hill's face like acne he saw the astonishing figure of a running dog. The lean hind legs thrust the powerful powerful shoulders forward; the hot snout was lowered in pursuit of some frightened thing--some idea--that fled across the draws and ridges and shadows of the northern hills. But there was no doubt in Phil's mind of the end of that pursuit. The dog would have its prey. Phil had only to raise his eyes to the hill to smell the dog's breath. But vivid as that huge dog was, no one but one other had seen it, George least of all. "What do you see up there?" George had once asked. "Nothing." But Phil's lips were twisted in the faint smile of one who is in close touch with the arcane. So Phil lived--watching, noting, figuring--as the rest of us see and forget.
October 29, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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this was really good. something for everyone. do you like weird little guys? gothic domestic dread? homoerotic subtext? a ruthless dissection of the Old West and its constructions of power and masculinity? maybe read this book
Cover of the book The Power of the Dog by Thomas Savage
October 29, 2025 at 1:43 PM
donkitt.bsky.social
i don't think i've ever felt so directly called out before

(from Tales of the City, Armistead Maupin)
"That night, he moved all his earthly goods into Mona's apartment: The literary works of Mary Renault and the late Adele Davis. Assorted work boots, overalls and denims from Kaplan's Army Surplus on Market Street. An Art Deco lamp in the form of a nymph perched on one foot. Random sea shells. A T-shirt that said Dance 10, Looks 3. A hemostat roach clip. An exercise wheel. An autographed photo of La Belle."
October 22, 2025 at 3:16 PM
donkitt.bsky.social
was looking up some things about Hans Christian Andersen
A Wikipedia screenshot. Under the subheading Other honours: The flatworm Collastoma anderseni (family: Umagillidae), an endosymbiont from the intestine of the sipunculan Themiste lagenformis (lit 'Formed like a Lagenum'), was named after Andersen.
October 16, 2025 at 11:45 PM
donkitt.bsky.social
did she have to go this hard? I think she did
"But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness sims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen; they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates of brightness. The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore."
October 15, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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jules is very good too. scrangly.
Photo of a panel. A bloodied man with wide eyes. Seriously, I'm sorry it so grainy I promise I will buy a lamp
October 3, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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this guy...agh, my weakness for men who are put together and meticulous and in control on the surface but concealing a core of burning rage and desperate insecurity just beneath the surface
Photo of a page. A blond-haired man (Adam) correctly recognizes that the phone is the enemy and goes on the offensive
October 3, 2025 at 7:35 PM
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i wish i was good enough at taking pictures to show how good the colors are
A photo of a page. Striking orange tones predominate
October 3, 2025 at 7:21 PM
donkitt.bsky.social
the way intimacy is portrayed in this book has me weak at the knees
Photo of a page from Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. A man walks his hand across the table to grasp another man's hand
October 3, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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yes...yes!!
Photo of a copy of the comic Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Anaïs Flogny
October 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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i have a broad tolerance for views that i disagree with in literature but there has to be a limit
Excerpt from A Canticle for Leibowitz. "Cat lovers don't know cats. You can't love all cats if you know cats, and the ones you can love if you know them are the ones that cat lovers don't even like. Zeke was that kind of cat."
October 1, 2025 at 1:28 AM
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this was pretty good! the frame story revolving around the politics of sacred bone acquisition was the highlight. and no spoilers here but the ending...
Cover of A Morbid Taste for Bones by Ellis Peters
September 29, 2025 at 11:44 AM
donkitt.bsky.social
what characters permanently altered your brain chemistry?
Illustration of Raistlin Majere from Dragonlance, with a pretty sick dragon in the background too Jessie, James, and Meowth posing in front of a heart Haruka from Sailor Moon, doing that pose in the car San from Princess Mononoke looking serious in the forest
September 26, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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Waitress: How's the stew, hon? Jon: Stew? Jon is subjected to immediate violence The Dinner Show
September 23, 2025 at 3:20 AM
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i'm so sorry
the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: "theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron"
September 20, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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anyway vampire time
Photo of the novel 'Salem's Lot.
September 6, 2025 at 11:12 PM
donkitt.bsky.social
hahaha what the fuck

(this is the cover of the edition the library sent to me so i'm bound to reproduce it here)
Cover of The Vintner's Luck by Elizabeth Knox. Photo of a shirtless man with his head tilted back and nipples prominently displayed, with some stone angel wings and some designs of grapes and leaves and stuff behind him, which you might see if you can look away from the blinding nipples
August 29, 2025 at 6:38 AM
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the house of mirth moodboard
the dril tweet about spending less on candles A screenshot of an Onii Sama e girl in despair That picture of a bird in a cage with two bars
August 22, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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also it was funny
They've lit the scented candles. An incense that seems muskier, spicier, more putrid than the vanilla sticks they usually burn "We asked Fern at the magic store what's a good incense to burn if you're more of a bitch." "Like if you're a bitch in the best way imaginable?" "Or if you're just a bitch." "And he didn't even have to think about it, he was like, Oh, here."
August 19, 2025 at 12:56 AM
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i liked this one. it even came with surprise transmasc vibes
Cover of the book Bunny by Mona Award. A peach colored silhouette of a bunny.
August 19, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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oh...a cutie... (seme)
Screenshot of Hee-seo from A Tree Without Roots smiling on a bed
August 12, 2025 at 2:33 AM
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at the climax, the heroes beat up the weasels and reclaim Toad's house. Rat stockpiled a lot of armament but there were no deaths--this isn't Redwall!!

the story ends on a weird note of how respectful the weasels became. i think i'll end on this loving description of a faun instead #kittyaps
Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fullness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight, saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humorously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the panpipes only just fallen away from the parted lips, saw the splendid curve of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward, saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy form of the baby otter
August 11, 2025 at 6:56 PM