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iammenotu.bsky.social
You are wrong. Why are you speculating and what are you reading?

They are IS/Daesh radicalised 6 years ago.

Only listen to ABC Australia for information. Everything else is just insult to injury.
December 15, 2025 at 6:11 AM
dollycas.bsky.social
Welcome to My Reading Itinerary Monday! 
Where are your books taking you
this week?
I will be traveling to New Hampshire and Delaware!
Here’s what I read and what I have planned for this week.
www.escapewithdollycas.com/?p=221496
December 15, 2025 at 6:02 AM
bigbeardybooks.bsky.social
It's Monday again and today I'm re-reading an old favourite "A Madness of Angels" by Kate Griffin

What book(s) are you reading this week?

💙📚 #BookSky #AmReading #MondayReads #TBR

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white circle in a blue background and the words "It's Monday! What are you reading?" in the circle
December 15, 2025 at 5:49 AM
mccolley.bsky.social
Wtf are you talking about, crazy lady?

The guy says "ask me anything for 30 minutes." Another guy says "I never see these in time." We talk about algorithms, and I comfort him with the knowledge that being on time ≠ a response.

What conspiracy theories are you reading into this little subthread?
December 15, 2025 at 5:42 AM
soupcansteffans.bsky.social
Hold on while I just steal the top reply from the comments and post it without alt text
Photo of a quote-skeet. I'm writing this in the order it's meant to be read Spencer Ackerman @attackerman.bsky.social This is an exquisite piece about something I know absolutely nothing about. Worth paying @ettingermentum.bsky.social Link card showing a bicep tattooed with the American flag (backwards), guns, and the words Deus Vult Article title: How a Swedish Video Game Company Accidentally Molded the American Right Quote skeet by Luke Plunkett @lukeplunkett.com Attached is a screenshot of Nfinit @nfinit.bsky.social's reply reading: Literally the only people I know who play these games are trans leftists what on earth are you on about
December 15, 2025 at 5:00 AM
mollyandthecat.bsky.social
So cozy in my quilt with a good book.

What are you reading tonight?

📚❤️📚

#BookSky
December 15, 2025 at 4:43 AM
chloedalquist.bsky.social
Old Buffy comic. . (well, Angel comic again) #18
I did think it was kind of endearing that Angel was such a bad singer. Anyway, here he is being extra angsty in a musical way.
#BuffyTheVampireSlayer #BtVS #AngelSeries #comics
An Angel series parody comic I drew entitled "It's a very very mad world" In panel 1, Lorne and Cordelia are sitting in a karaoke bar. Lorne says "Ok, Cordy, we'll see what kind of reading I get from Angel's singing this time." Off-panel Angel is singing Mad World, by Tears for Fears and the lyrics are written above, like so: "All around me are familiar faces, worn out places worn out--" Panel 2 is a closeup of Angel standing onstage, throwing his head back dramatically and belting out the lyrics into the microphone. The lyrics are: "And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad! The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had! I find it hard to tell you---" Panel 3 is an over-the-shoulder shot of Lorne and Cordelia and in the mid-ground we can see some other people and a dew demons sitting at the tables, with Angel in the background onstage. He finishes the song with a flourish: "Maaaaad Worrrrrld!" Lorne says "Huh. I really thought he'd do the Donnie Darko version."
December 15, 2025 at 4:25 AM
sitra-ahra.bsky.social
Yeen, please, you need to know that we appreciate you for whoever you are. For myself, I like reading your posts and seeing your pics and I don't have any expectations about the content or an image. Your genuine openness is what I live the most.
December 15, 2025 at 4:06 AM
andrewagill.bsky.social
I have a series of screenshots from articles where basic information is buried deep in the 2nd half

They do this so they can sell more ads

Gone are the days of Bernstein saying "1st ¶ has to have more clarity if the reader's gonna understand. You don't mention Colson's name until the 3d ¶."
An article titled "Trump Finds Sneaky Way to Steal More Health Care From Supporters" with "The point in the article where they say what the sneaky way is" off in the margin & a curly arrow pointing out of the article because it's not there An article titled "Scotland Wated Exactly Two Days After Trump Left To Do something So Hilariously Petty" with an arrow pointing to a point in the article 2/3 of the way through & text beside reading "The point in the article where they explain what Scotland did" An article with the headline "MPD: Man arrested on arson charges after throwing 'Molotov cocktails' at home" with an arrow in the margin pointing about 2/3 of the way down reading "The point in the article where they name the suspect" Article with the headline "Russian general killed in car blast just outside Moscow ahead of Witkoff Putin meeting" with an artow in the margin pointing 3/4 of the way down & text reading "point in the article where they name the general"
December 15, 2025 at 3:38 AM
lynned444.bsky.social
Yay!!!! What are you reading and when do you head for the beach? I hope you have a great last day for a bit!!
December 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
goobergrove.bsky.social
Goober Grove - Playing Favorites
Mordan couldn't even hear what their dad said through their headphones.
TITLE PANEL A series of framed photographs of the Berrett family are placed around a wall. Images include the three kids unwrapping a Wii U for Hanukkah in 2012, Charleston watching a baby Mordan learning how to walk, Razzlyn painting with her great grandfather, and Dazzlyn holding a trophy after winning a game of soccer. Text reading “Goober Grove presents... “Playing Favorites” by Jasmine Wright” is situated between the framed pictures. PANEL 1 Charleston walks through the front door of his apartment and sees Dazzlyn and Razzlyn on the couch. Charleston: Razzlyn! Dazzlyn! I'm so glad you two made it! Dazzlyn: Hey, dad. PANEL 2 Charleston walks across the room to see Mordan, who is listening to music through headphones. Charleston: And Mordan! Who's my favorite— PANEL 3 Charleston pauses to consider what he's saying and looks back at Mordan nervously. Charleston (thinking): Uh-oh, I can't play favorites with my kids! What separates Mordan from the other two? PANEL 4 Charleston looks at Dazzlyn and Razzlyn. Dazzlyn is showing Razzlyn something on her phone. Charleston (thinking): Well the other two kids are both girls... but Mordan is nonbinary! PANEL 5 Charleston has an idea, and a light bulb appears above his head. Charleston (thinking): That's it! I've got it! PANEL 6 Charleston puts his arm around Mordan's shoulder and gives them a noogie. Charleston: Who's my favorite child? PANEL 7 Charleston looks proud of himself, while Dazzlyn and Razzlyn both look at him with distressed expressions.
December 15, 2025 at 2:55 AM
everetttrue.bsky.social
The Spokane Press
Saturday, December 14,1907
Outbursts Of Everett True By A.D.Condo P1- MR TRUE IS AT HIS READING TABLE SMOKING A CIGAR MR. TRUE: MRS. TRUE !!! WHAT IN THUNDER ARE YOU BURNING OUT THERE IN THE KITCHEN?!!!!!! P2- MRS. TRUE ANSWERS FROM THE KITCHEN… MRS. TRUE: IS IT ANY WORSE THAN THOSE PUTRID STOGIES YOU PERFUME THE HOUSE WITH?!!!! AND SHE THROWS A LARGE KETTLE, HITTING MR.TRUE ON THE HEAD,KNOCKING HIM OUT OF HIS CHAIR AND CAIUSING THE TABLE TO TURN OVER.
December 15, 2025 at 2:34 AM
brassafrass.bsky.social
You know how some folks (read: my Midwest-raised family and me) finish their sentences with “so” as though they are reading a period? Tank has taken to doing the equivalent of this, but asking a question about the playoff. (What if JMU does XYZ? Why does BYU not play? Why is ND mad?” Why why whyyyy
December 15, 2025 at 1:50 AM
zellieimani.bsky.social
What book are you reading this weekend?
December 15, 2025 at 1:42 AM
windowsandcups.bsky.social
I have chosen my titles for Norway and India, & they're up next - but it's a big, beautiful world and there are many countries yet to visit on this project.

So #BookSky - I'm reading around the world: what suggestions do you have?

I 💚 stories of all kinds, any genre, & I'd love to hear from you!
December 15, 2025 at 12:32 AM
iamkaymichelle.bsky.social
Ooh, boy, the #Gonzo #Dickens stuff that frames the #AChristmasCarol retelling is, like, the secret sauce of what's so fun and transgressive-but-also-faithful about #TheMuppetChristmasCarol.

It's #Rosencrants&GuildensternAreDead for kids/families, I'd argue. R&GAD lite 🤓

PERFECT use of #Muppets 🤩
"The Marleys were dead to begin with." Of course, this keeps with the trend so far, which is that we're playing with the tropes and copy that Charles Dickens created, but staying faithful to its spirit and the narrative. We have two Marleys, because it's Statler and Waldorf (great casting!), but it's very like A Christmas Carol, isn't it, and that is basically the first line of Dickens's novella/short story/what-is-it-exactly? That's become only more resonant and nostalgic to me as I've come to appreciate Dickens more (honestly, through high school and college, I was like, fuckin snooze, man, what is getting paid by the word? and he was, lol), but kind of like Shakespeare, whom I also hate actually reading or seeing performed, I have love for these texts because I love a lot of people who love them. "As dead as a doornail," straight to camera, and get used to that. Half of Gonzo's lines as Dickens are delivered straight to camera, which, to me, works every single time. BUT this represents a slight departure and fun subversion, at least for our money. The actual next line is after "Marley was dead, to begin with," is "there is no doubt whatever about that." And here "As dead as a doornail," which is very Gonzo and very humorous/mirthful. So there you have it; faithful to the source material, but kind of irreverent. Like Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead! Like, it doesn't matter how much you know about Tom Stoppard; you have to know watching that film that nobody could write it who hadn't seen Hamlet, like, four thousand times, and was well familiar with it, in a way that doesn't come from hatewatching. Rizzo also offers color commentary on Dickens' storytelling, as himself mind you, so he's free to comment from a modern perspective and offer an amusing counterpoint to 'Charles Dickens,' whom Gonzo is playing in the very-dense, but rich-and-satisfyingly-textured kayfabe of this particular film. Gosh, I love this movie. "Thank you, Rizzo!" "You're welcome, Mr. Dickens." Reinforcing the kayfabe. Okay, we call Gonzo Charles Dickens, but we still call Rizzo Rizzo, and Rizzo knows he's talking to Charles Dickens, though, to his credit, he didn't buy it, at first. It's lampshading, but in the most satisfying and fun way possible. I'd argue, and this is coming in the main-body bleets, too, that this is the perfect application of The Muppets. It's irreverent, but with a love for the source material, which is a good way to write anything that's an adaptation or remake, and is an especially adept application of what The Muppets are good at, Treasure Island being another good example, as well, from memory.
December 15, 2025 at 12:10 AM
lethallin-art.bsky.social
cw mental health talk
Hi folks. I’ve been taking some time away from social media the past few days to reflect on a lot of things. The biggest one is whether to continue with visual sex work. This is my third time trying to make it work, and I’ve reached the 6-month mark with almost zero return on my time, money, and effort. Truthfully, I am a very damaged and traumatized person. I have experienced a significant amount of different forms of abuse constantly throughout my life, from childhood through to current adulthood. This space, combined with the reality of my current offline life, has uncovered the ways I haven’t yet healed from a lot of things that affect how I interact with others. It’s also been a stark reminder of the fears and anxieties that have followed me my entire life. (1/4) I genuinely enjoy making content, but it’s incredibly difficult to see the lack of response amidst others succeeding. I’ve spoken to a number of folks who I consider successful and who I felt comfortable being vulnerable with, and essentially, what I’ve taken from these conversations is that if I have not found some measure of success by now, I’m not going to find it. Perhaps I could find it by changing platforms or playing into a niche, but the niche I’ve been put into is one I’m not comfortable playing into (“disgusting fat pig slut” type content). Ultimately, for my mental health, I am walking away from regular visual content creation. I have been coming to terms with my failure, and it sucks to acknowledge so bluntly, but that is what it is. I don’t have the emotional constitution to push on as things are now. I’ve spent more nights than not in the past month sobbing myself to sleep because I’ve been struggling so much with feeling overlooked, ignored, and just not good enough. I cannot continue to voluntarily put myself on a path that has primarily led to my mental health dropping so badly, so consistently. (2/4) I am also reconsidering whether the audio erotica space is the right place for me. I’ve met some people I’ve connected with here, but I’m also heavily struggling with feeling like an outsider. The social aspect of the community has been playing into many of the same traumas and fears that visual sex work has, and I have made several missteps that I thought were the right ones as I’ve tried to find my footing here. I’ve been desperate to find the right community for me, and I think I’ve been trying to fit myself into a place that, honestly, I don’t think was meant for me. I still have a lot of things to think about before I make a decision, and I’d like to try to preserve some of the relationships I’ve built. I’ve been so afraid of taking up space that I’m unworthy of; I ask that if you’re someone who would like to continue a friendship even if I do leave this space, please reach out first. I will almost always assume my presence is a chore and not be the first one to start a conversation. (3/4) Creating for creating’s sake just doesn’t bring the joy it used to. My offline life is a hellscape, and it’s increasingly difficult to not bring how disheartened I feel every day into my writing and my visual content, and my need to feel validated by positive reception. That’s not a healthy place to approach creating from. Thank you for reading, and for understanding that this is the direction that feels right for me. I’m working on healing, but it’s an incredibly difficult journey that I’ve come a long way on—and still have many, many miles to go. With love, AJ/Lethallin (4/4)
December 15, 2025 at 12:00 AM
uneasymist.bsky.social
i'd still kill for you, i'd die to spend the night at your belonging; all my friends think that i've lost it

(cw: implied substance use)
(4/6)
It's at the bottom of the wardrobe, under old university textbooks and a graveyard of odd socks and shirts, shoved in there whenever guests came over and promptly forgotten. A shoebox, duct-taped shut, and he can see beneath it where he’s peeled it open before, the torn-up fibres in the cardboard like scarring. He'd done well to hide it there over the past four years. It surprises him when sees it. When he pulls it out, it takes him a moment to recognise whose handwriting it is, scrawled across the lid in permanent marker. It stings, still, how quick he is to remember, but it's just a jab to the stomach, not enough to knock him flat anymore. The kitchen rattles through the open doorway where Wooyoung upturns it diligently, better and quicker at packing than he is. The moving boxes seem huge, piled full of clothes on his bed, when he sits on the floor, shoebox in front of him, and carefully unpicks each end of tape. It's not a good idea, Mingi knows, and it's cemented once he has it open. It’s a time capsule of cards, of notes, of biro sketches of Mingi that he used to slip in his pockets before he left his apartment, of old cinema tickets and receipts, and packets on packets of film photos. He picks up one at random and flips it open: /summer '17/, in that same, messy writing. And there he is, red hair messy and bleach-brittle around his neck, sticking out around his ears. He’s holding the camera above him to get them both in frame, baring all his teeth as he presses their faces together, but still, Mingi's barely in the photo. It's all Hongjoong, winking, fiery, gorgeous, and frozen in time before it all went to shit. "What are you looking at?" Mingi glances up, over at his friend, hand resting on the footboard of his bed, hip cocked, studying the photo in his hand. He looks at his face, scrutinising, then back down. Mingi hadn't even heard him come in. He returns his gaze to the photographs, half-smiling. "Don't lecture me." "I haven't even said anything!" He can still feel him, though, lingering over him like a shadow. After a few moments, Wooyoung seems to give up any non-judgemental pretences and sighs, tired. "Why do you still have this stuff, Mingi?" "You know how in horror movies, when the family realises there's, like, a cursed object in the house, and every time they try to throw it away, it comes back?" Mingi thumbs to the next photo in the stack. Hongjoong must have taken it from his bed. His apartment was barely more than a room with a sink in the corner, but it had beautiful bay windows, and Hongjoong /loved/ it. In the summer, it got so hot that Mingi never wore anything inside. In the photo, he's got one of the windows pushed open, his lanky body bowed over with his head and arms hanging out the window like a dog on a car ride. Across the floor, it's hard to make much out in the shadows, but he can still picture, in a vague and shapeless way, the strewn mess of clothes and takeaway containers that always covered the room. He flips the photo over: /heatwave, some time in july. min sweating it out/. Wooyoung hums. "You know everytime you two got back together, I wanted to kill myself." "Yeah, well." Mingi flips through to the next, then the next. The two of them are in some house he doesn't recognise, one of many parties he can't remember. They're in what looks like a living room, and they're grinning, and he can tell they'd been using by how manic they both look: Hongjoong, holding him too tight, and Mingi with his eyes too wide. "That feeling was all-round mutual." "I just hated watching it. Even in these photos..." Wooyoung leans down, gently takes it from his hand. Hongjoong's written on the back of that one, too, Mingi notices. A /sorry/, nearly illegible, smudged. They must have fought that night. "I don't know," he murmurs. "It's like I can almost smell it." Mingi huffs, looking over when his friend drops to a crouch. "Smell what?" "How sad you both were then." Wooyoung rolls his tongue against his teeth, hands the photo back and picks up something else from the pile. An old handmade card, /Happy Birthday/ collaged out of magazine cuttings and a kiss stain on the inside. Mingi would replay and replay their kisses in the months after everything fell apart, almost ritualising it, until the memories blurred together and confused themselves. Now all that's left are the way the birds sounded in the tree outside the bay windows, so overgrown it felt like it was eating the apartment alive, and the burning smell of vodka. /I've never wanted someone how I want you/, he's scribbled alongside the kiss. /Thank you for being born/. It wasn't an /I love you/, but it was close. "What would you do if he reached out now?" Wooyoung asks, reading it over with the air of a sombre museum-goer. "If he asked to try again?"
December 14, 2025 at 11:46 PM
mayfairemoon.bsky.social
No. I am not okay. I am proud to be Jewish, accident of the universe though that may have been. I had no say in that, it’s true. But I have chosen my Judaism every single day since, from the first moment I understood what it meant. Racially, religiously, culturally: I am a Jew. We are living in an open nightmare right now. We are seeing people who, three years ago, couldn’t have found Gaza on a map with both hands and a search engine, scream their profound ignorance at us about what we are, who we are, what we do, where we came from, what we believe. Our own history and being, which we study and celebrate and endlessly, tortuously debate every single day, as we have for thousands of years. We see them create their own narratives, built wholesale out of lies and bloodlust, and blame us for the stories they themselves made up. We watch them dig through the most violent, murderous parts of human history and hold up the vilest acts as honorable and logical, all to justify and glorify what was done to us. Expulsions, massacres, Inquisitions, Intifadas: all perfectly understandable. All rational. All appropriate. Jews have become the canvas upon which they paint their masterpieces of self-catered loathing. This is dystopian: this frothing, ecstatic contest between people who consider themselves noble, just, righteous, to see who among them can hate the most beautifully, the most effusively. Who can be the best bully. Who can be the wittiest racist. Who can be the most TikTok-popular monster. And all the while, on the sidelines, we hear “Oh, sure, of course it’s terrible, right, but you know, this is just how the world is, and, well, maybe you just a little bit brought it on yourselves, anyway.” No. There is no justification. There is no “but.” There is no right kind of Jew or wrong kind of Jew. There is no litmus test we need to pass to be worth defending. There is no qualification we have to meet to just exist like anyone else. I honest to G-d do not care what anyone thinks of Israel. That has absolutely no bearing on my ability to put up holiday decorations without worrying if someone will shoot out my windows. It has no bearing on a Rabbi being able to take the bus with his kids without a woman telling them all they should be sent to the gas chambers. It has no bearing on whether a child can go to a Hannukka celebration on a beach without getting mown down by armed terrorists. It’s not about Israel. It’s about people hating Jews. Screaming “Globalise the Intifada!” and “Free Palestine!” doesn’t help a single child in Gaza. It does nothing to dismantle a terrorist organisation that openly, joyously insists the highest honour for its own people is to die en masse. That forces them to their knees in the street and publicly executes them with a bullet point-blank to the skull for protesting. It’s not about Israel. It’s not about Gazans. It’s about hating Jews. It’s about hating Jews. Stop excusing it. Stop reading social media comments that demonise Jews and shrugging, “But Israel!” Stop reading stories about college students terrorised in New York and shrugging, “But Israel!” Stop looking at kids slaughtered in Australia and saying, “But Israel!” It’s not about Israel. It never was. It’s about hating Jews. And what are you going to do about it?
December 14, 2025 at 11:40 PM
keezyyoung.bsky.social
so, i was talking to a friend about treatment-resistance this morning and realized many folks don't know what it is! technically it's when 2+ approved meds don't work, but here's what it means for me, just for context (a non-exhaustive list of stuff that HASN'T worked for my bipolar depression):
- 17 different psychiatric medications (4 of which were antidepressants, and 8 others with recognized antidepressant or mood-stabilizing effects) - all the OTC supplements and vitamins you can think of (for better or worse. not a recommended route unless in consultation with a professional, btw) - CBT, talk therapy, behaviorial activation, art therapy - peer support - a plethora of various self-help books - meditation and mindfulness - exercise (including both intense and yoga-type stuff) - SAD lamp - journaling (gratitude, reflective, bullet, and dream) - spending time outside - getting enough sleep - getting less sleep on purpose (on psychatrist's recommendation) - avoiding alcohol and drugs - not avoiding drugs (weed, shrooms, and acid are NOT good for me lmao) - socializing with loved ones - trying new things; seeking novelty - embracing routine - shaking up routine - eating healthy - eating whatever i want - music, video games, tv and movies, reading, creative projects, various other distractions
December 14, 2025 at 11:25 PM
yuricamper.bsky.social
girl what are you reading
December 14, 2025 at 11:17 PM
jaxwolffwrites.bsky.social
But also, thank you to all of you who are reading. Whether you've reached out to me via DM or just liked a post here or there, I want to thank you for listening, because even that has made me feel like what I'm doing is worth something. 6/?
December 14, 2025 at 10:59 PM
sercamaris.bsky.social
I've been reading all the major media outlets and writing reports on what they are saying since midnight. If you haven't seen the story of the Muslim hero at some point today somewhere then the Jewish lobby must be INSIDE YOUR HOUSE
December 14, 2025 at 10:46 PM
templephoenix.bsky.social
I like that they keep doing what are obviously dramatic character reveals and I'm always like 🤷👍

It's really given me an insight into what reading a TF comic must be like if you don't already know who anybody is, lol
December 14, 2025 at 10:39 PM
swiftieelles.swifties.social
Heartless by Elsie Silver ft my gorgeous baby angel 😇 Shadow🖤

Yeahhh it’s been an odd Sunday here too 👀 it’s that in between bit before Christmas 🫣 but honestly that’s so nice of you and sounds like a relaxing way to end the day 😌 what are you reading??
A black cat in the background on a bed with Heartless by Elsie Silver in front of her
December 14, 2025 at 10:17 PM