“Brett pulled his tank top up over his head and stared at himself in the full-length mirror. He pushed down his jeans, then his boxers, and imagined the moment when Jennifer saw him nude for the first time. His feet were average-sized, and there was hair on his toes that he should probably take care of before tonight. He liked his legs just fine, but his thighs were wide and embarrassingly muscular. He tried standing at an angle, a twist at his waist. Some improvement. In that position, it was easier to see his ass and notice that it was not as pert as it had been at 22. He clenched both cheeks, hoping that tightened its look. He sucked in his tummy and pulled his pecs up high, trying to present them like pastries in a bakery window. Would she like him? Were the goods good enough? He pouted his lips and ran his hands over his thighs, masking their expanse. Maybe.”
“There is a particular look about a teenage boy that lets you know what kind of man he’ll be. A certain fullness of lips, a frank sensuality in his gaze. We all know what the word for that is, but it’s not polite to use it until he’s proven he’s that kind of boy.”
“But I don’t get it!” Shea was panting, trying to catch up to Michael as he fled. “The monster ate everyone else. How did you escape?”
Michael reached the boat first, flinging himself in. He waited for Shea to follow him and take the oars, guiding them smoothly away from the shore.
“It’s because I was different from the other boys,” he said, pushing his hair behind his ear and looking away.
“What do you mean, different?” Shea’s muscles rippled and flexed as she rowed them to safety, and Michael could not tear his eyes away.
“Different. Pure, the monster said. Because I’m… I’ve never…” He looked away again, and the moonlight caught on his throat, outlined his clavicle.
“You’re a virgin,” Shea said, realization dawning. “What a waste.”
Michael blushed.
“If we get out of this alive,“ she said. “I’m going to fix that.”
the most telling thing about the political climate this year is that usually my dash is filled with 4th of July posts by now but there’s been absolutely nothing… like nobody can even find the strength to post ironic eagle memes are you guys alright over there
this bitch is sitting on her balcony trying to enjoy living on her own in a city and someone has the A U D A C I T Y to be playing with fireworks right now it’s july third and america is terrible shut up
This audiobook gave me some stick, quite frankly, when casting. You see Faith is American but everyone else is British. Also, I think of my narrator voice as very British. It’s swapped POV too, so half the book is told from an upper crust Channing voice perspective.
What to do?
Go out and find a new American narrator and risk a troubling approach to UK accents? Or use a UK narrator and just have her do the dialogue American?
Well, I have my feelings on the subject but I thought I had better check with you all as well…
As you can see a resounding preference for the UK.
So that’s what I went with.
You’re able to listen now and judge for yourself!
All my love,
Miss Gail
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Oh, spare me the sanctimonious lecture. You never cared about me. In the words of one of my actual friends: Ya basic. It’s a human insult. It’s devastating. You’re devastated right now.
Apollo to Zeus, when he gets back to Olympus (via totallycorrectpjo)
what i do is not up to you 