#⭐ jonathan

[lovesickvalentines]

concept credit to @vergils-beloved !!! such a wonderful idea i had to do it.... with (almost) all of my jojo's f/os!

proship dni!

[lovesickvalentines]

forgive me for i am going to ramble for your entertainment! i was actually gonna do everything but yaknow what ill justs do what i own, here u go!

all the jojos! for jonathan n hot pants i actually prefer other items but don't possess them. yet. weather it's soooo hard to decide but his nendo really is to die for.... for wamuu and abbacchio id say these are my favorite overall! abbacchios bcs i love the green bcs that's my favorite color, i really want the whole set, n then wamuu bcs it's actually tan isn't that crazy!

marvel boys! gave magneto some creepy lighting for fun. magento mondo figure is absolutely my favorite piece of him, being cartoon based, and worth the expensive price. for miguel i do prefer comic stuff but this figure was a holy grail for a while, i can't noooot put him.

if you're not an amiibo fan you wouldn't know but for a while these were so expensive but i found them both for under 20.... i pick them up n hold them all the time i simply cannot choose between them!

these two have no merch like at all cause it's just an indie game but these keychains are my faaaaavorite, especially since they had marochs moonscorched form too! they're sooooo cute!

otherwise i have some stuff in the main, as i mentioned in my gush to you the other day, but there's soooo many things I need

Hii guys yall should show me ur favorite pieces of f/o merch (whether you own it or not) i think thatd be cool and awesome

[sophi-coby-art]

[marcovaleyeah]

07.12.24

#Marco-Marathon | Hannibal

Film Name: The Silence of the Lambs (1991); Production Studios: Orion Pictures, Strong Heart/Demme Production; Director by: Jonathan Demme; Screenwriter: Ted Tally; Starring: Jodie Foster, Anthony Hopkins, Scott Glenn, Ted Levine, Brooke Smith; Genres: Thriller, Criminal, Detective, Drama; Running Time: 1 hour 58 minutes;

"The Silence of the Lambs" (1991) is a masterpiece thriller, where Jodie Foster impresses as Clarice Starling and Anthony Hopkins creates the iconic image of Hannibal Lecter. The tension is maintained thanks to a sharp script, atmospheric cinematography and impeccable direction by Jonathan Demme. The film skillfully combines a detective story with psychological horror, exploring complex themes of manipulation and inner fears.

Five stars — a standard of the genre that remains unforgettable even today.

My rating:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

[andvys]

Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter two ⭐︎ I want you to notice, when I'm not around

Warnings: angst! mean!Steve, unrequited feelings, one sided feelings, mentions of Steve being in love with Nancy, mentions of death, allusions to suicidal thoughts, mentions of weed and alcohol

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 4k

Author's note: I promise, it's gonna get so much better soon, get ready for some much more angst in the next chapter, it's gonna hurt. @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me as always, you're the bestest!!!

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The living room is crowded, at least it seems that way to you. You aren’t used to being around so many people. You didn’t want to come here, but you had no choice when both Eddie and Robin had showed up at your house earlier today and practically forced you out of the house.

Now you sit here, sinking deeper and deeper into Steve Harrington’s couch, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. You’re playing with the loose string on the hem of your shirt as you look around the room. Robin is snacking on the m&m’s Eddie had brought as she’s looking through the pictures Jonathan had taken of her and Nancy just now. Eddie is out on the patio, smoking a cigarette and talking to Argyle who will leave for California in two days. Jonathan is staring at the screen watching some music video that is playing on the MTV channel, his pupils are blown and his eyes seem heavy, he is high out of his mind and for once, Nancy doesn’t seem to care, with her legs thrown over his thigh, she’s sipping on the beer that Steve handed to her a few minutes back, she is talking to Robin, unaware of the set of eyes on her. 

You restrain the eye roll as you look at him. 

Steve is sitting on the same couch you do, though with a big distance, you sit at one end and he on the other, far far away from you. You know he doesn’t want you here, you saw the look on his face when Eddie had dragged you into his house, a wave of something had washed over his face, something unpleasant, like he wanted to scrunch his face up in disgust at the sight of you – his mind had already erased your little moment at the Sinclair house, last week. Now you are back to normal. He made a comment, you made a comment and now you both sit there, avoiding each other like the plague. 

Secretly, you watch him though. 

Like you always do. 

And what you are seeing now, only fuels your annoyance and your wish to go home. 

The smile on his face that could never be directed at you, is directed at her. The love and the longing in his eyes that always lingers when she is around. She who had stolen his heart from the very first moment they saw each other. She who had always kept his heart even when she left him for the one she is smiling at now. She who will always be the one he will look at. 

You thought that he was over it, you thought that he was over her. But you were a little blind and maybe he was too when he told Robin that he was over her. He never was, he never will be. You saw the way he looked at her when she patched him up after he was attacked. You saw the way he looked at her in the RV. You heard the things he said to her, how he talked about his dreams that he surely saw her in by his side. 

You also heard the things he said about you when he thought that you were sleeping. You still remember how gut wrenching it felt to hear him say things about you to his ex-girlfriend. 

You huff in silence when his lips curl into a smile and his eyes light up when Nancy throws her head back in laughter. 

God, why are you even here? 

Eddie falls into the seat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. It feels as though a cloud of smoke had followed him because suddenly, the smell of snacks, fresh air and beer is replaced by it, along with the smell of his cologne.

Right. You’re here because of him. You don’t know why he feels the urge to drag you along to every group hang out. No one wants you around, you don’t even think that Robin wants you here, she barely talked to you since you came here. And the longer you sit in Steve’s living room, with an untouched can of coke on the table in front of you, surrounded by people who most likely cannot stand you or your presence, you wish more and more that Jason should have dragged you down with him. 

You don’t belong here, you don’t belong anywhere. 

Eddie takes a look around before he turns to you, the smile still lingering, though turning into a softer one when he notices the frown on your face. 

“What’s wrong, sweets?” 

You shake your head a little, trying to give him a smile, “nothing.” 

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, whispering. 

You wonder if that is the reason why he always wants you around, so he can keep checking up on you, so he can make sure that you are okay, that you are still alive and not lying in some ditch after pushing yourself a little too hard while still recovering from surgery. 

Does he care so much because he knows that no one else would? 

Or does he feel like he owes you something because you helped him when it wasn’t even asked of you? 

You nod, “yeah, I just don’t know why I’m here,” you whisper to him, subtly gesturing to this tight friend group that you don’t fit into. 

Eddie is new to this as well, but unlike you, he’s open and friendly with everyone. He surely isn’t as cheerful as he was weeks back. Just like you, he is still recovering, hiding his inner scars from the face of the earth but still, he is trying. Trying to fit into this, and for him, it’s working, for you? Not so much. 

“Well, you’re here because of me,” he grins, tapping your shoulder. 

You huff but smile, looking down at your hands. 

Yeah, you wouldn’t be here otherwise. 

Had you not gone on a walk that one afternoon a few weeks back, you would have never ran into him. Eddie who had been a wanted man at that time, Eddie who was hiding at skull rock, in drenched clothes and with clattering teeth as he shivered like crazy. You remember how scared he looked when you saw him, how he thought that you would rat him out because at that time, you were nothing but acquaintances to each other. – You bought from him a few times but that was all. He always tried to make small talk, throw a few jokes at you, but at that time, he barely got you to laugh. 

You didn’t believe the rumors on the news, not even for a second, not even when Chrissy used to be a close friend of yours. 

You decided to help him, not knowing what else you were getting yourself into, not knowing that it wasn’t just him involved in a world you hadn’t known of yet, at that time. You got him dry clothes, food and the walkie talkie he had begged you for. 

You never expected Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson to show up moments later, though. And least of all, you hadn’t expected Max there. It felt like a surreal dream the moment they started explaining everything to you. The moment you found out the truth about Starcourt, about all the deaths in this town, about the lab, about Henry. 

You had only been allowed to be a part of it because of Max, because of your friendship with the girl you had grown protective of, because she let you help. 

The night in the upside down, the night at the Creel house led you here, into this friend group, into Steve’s house where you certainly don’t belong. 

You don’t know what that nagging yet empty feeling in your chest is, if it’s the trauma that is slowly catching up to you or if it’s from watching him watch her, or if you’re just simply having a bad day but it’s making you feel sick and restless, you want the ground to swallow you up. 

You muster up your greatest smile and flash it at Eddie, “yeah, cause you’re my very best friend.”

He snorts at you, hearing the sarcasm in your voice. 

“Your only best friend is Red.” 

You smile at his nickname for Max. 

“Hey Chica, do you wanna smoke this with me?” 

You don’t even pay attention or look up, not until Eddie chuckles and nudges your shoulder, raising his eyebrows at you to look up and when you do, you find Argyle looking at you with a dopey smile on his face as he holds up a blunt to you. 

Without thinking, you get up with a smile on your lips, “is that even a question?” 

It’s been a long time since you have had anything other than medication in your system, you are in dire need of something that will ease your mind and make you feel more than what you are feeling today. 

You fail to notice the disapproving look on Steve’s face, the way he tensely straightens up, slowly getting up as his brows knit together, more and more, watching in disbelief how you make your way over to Argyle. 

“What the hell, Blondie!?” 

His raised voice startles everyone in the room. Robin looks up from the polaroids in her hands, glancing up at her best friend who is staring at you with angry eyes. Nancy and Jonathan turn to look at Steve before they turn to look at what he is glaring at – or who he is glaring at. 

Argyle and Eddie turn to Steve with confusion on their faces. 

And you, you halt in your tracks, and turn back slowly. Caught off guard by the intense look on his face, you freeze. 

“Are you crazy?” 

You open your mouth to speak, though you shut your mouth again when you realize that these words aren’t directed at you, they’re directed at Argyle. 

“She can’t smoke or drink! Her doctor said it loud and clear, and I warned you before!” He points at him. 

You’re taken aback by his anger, by his words. The fact that he remembered when even you, yourself have forgotten about it. You hate the way your heart flutters at that, you hate the way it makes your stomach feel all tingly. You know that it doesn’t mean anything, just because he remembered. 

You see the way Argyle’s face drops and the way he smacks himself on his forehead, “I forgot, I’m sorry, man,” he looks at you, pulling away the blunt he was just about to give to you. “Sorry, he told me… I wasn’t thinking.” He whispers, a little uncomfortably as a funny look takes over his face. 

Steve warned him? 

“Dude, I forgot too, don’t worry about it,” you pat his arm, giving him an apologetic smile. “Don’t mind mother hen over there, he’s overreacting as always.” You say as though you don’t feel your heart racing over Steve’s outburst. 

“And you.” 

You instantly turn to face him, just like everyone else in the room who watches the scene unfold with curiosity and confusion on their faces. 

You meet his hazel eyes, the ones that are still raging. 

“Stop being so fucking careless!” He snaps, pointing his finger at you now. “You’re getting on my goddamn nerves.” 

He places his hands back on his hips, huffing loudly. 

Your cheeks flush under his gaze, you can feel them burning, your heart beating faster and faster. You don’t know how to feel but all you can think about now is the look in his eyes when he realized that he hurt you back at Lucas’s place the other day, the words he had said to you. 

Despite the giddiness inside of you, you hide your feelings behind a smirk. 

“Wow, you do worry about me, Harrington. You weren’t lying.” 

He squints his eyes at you, nodding at your words with another huff. He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. 

Everyone is looking between the two of you, waiting for the bickering to start, the way it always does, but Steve manages to bite his tongue. 

And you surprise the others by holding back your little remarks. 

“And fucking relax, leave Argyle alone, he isn’t responsible for me and neither are you, Lego head. Go and get high, you need to calm down.” 

Jonathan snorts at the nickname, he throws his head back, chuckling loudly as he mumbles ‘Lego head’. Argyle, who already had one too many drags of the blunt he passed around before, is barely holding himself together, threatening to burst into laughter too. 

Steve shoots Jonathan a glare, pointing at him to shut up. 

Nancy looks down, pressing her lips together with an amused look in her eyes. 

Eddie drinks his beer, hiding the smirk behind the can, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sit your ass down, Blondie and drink your goddamn coke, don’t even think about weed or–”

“No weed, no beer, just fucking coca cola, got it, mom,” you roll your eyes at him and slump back in your previous seat, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He sighs loudly, sitting back down as well, he crosses his legs, giving you the side eye. 

“Goddamn brat,” he mumbles under his breath. 

“I heard that.” 

“Good,” he snaps at you. 

There is no tension in the room, not even awkwardness after this weird moment. If anything, everyone is still amused. 

“Always bickering like an old married couple,” Eddie snickers. 

Steve glares at him, and you, you would have dug your elbow into his side, but he is wounded and still healing. The band aids on his neck are the evidence that they are still bad. He is hiding him, and you wonder if he always will, you ask yourself if he will hide his pain the way you hide yours. 

You don’t even notice that Robin left the room, only when everyone moves on from what just happened and chatter fills the space again, do you take a look around. You furrow your brows when you find her spot empty. 

Argyle and Jonathan leave the room, stepping out into the garden with Nancy following close behind. 

“Are you still in for tomorrow?” You hear Eddie, directing his question at Steve. 

“Yeah, sure.”

You don’t bother to ask and find out what their plans are. 

Robin walks back into her room, with something in her hand. Her eyes are aimed at you, a smile on her lips when she walks towards you. She hands you a drink, a diet pepsi. 

“Here.” 

Your lips part as you stare at the can for a long moment, blinking. You tilt your chin up, looking up at her with big eyes. 

Her smile falls and a frown takes over, “shit, I thought you liked diet pepsi? Was it original?” 

You shake your head at her, taking the can from her hand, “n-no, it’s diet pepsi.” 

She paid attention to you. 

She smiles at you. 

She felt bad watching you sit there and being unable to drink beer or smoke weed with the others. And she remembers that you always asked for pepsi when you were still in the hospital, you hated the teas there and despised the fact that you were only allowed water. 

“I thought you liked coke, Blondie.”

Robin rolls her eyes at Steve. 

“It’s not my favorite,” you shrug, turning to look at him. “I prefer pepsi.” 

He squints his eyes at you, “so when you stole my coke the other day, you did it just to–”

“Get back at you, yeah. Cause you stole my coffee.” 

“When did he steal your coffee?” Robin asks. 

“When I came to family video to rent a movie–”

“Oh, you little liar,” Steve scoffs at you, “she did not rent a movie, she didn’t even come to look for one.”

A smirk tugs at your lips, if there’s something that you love more than the drink in your hand, it’s to get on his nerves. 

“Says who? I really wanted one but the customer service sucks when this one isn’t around,” you point at Robin. 

Eddie chuckles, turning to look at Steve who is glaring at you, before a smirk appears on his face, his hazel eyes twinkling with smugness. 

“You and I both know that you didn’t want to rent a movie, honey. You were there because you wanted to see me,” he says, cockily as he lets his eyes move from your face, down to your body and back up to meet your eyes. 

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the way he just looked at you. You don’t squirm in your seat, but you surely would if the others weren’t around. You grow flustered beneath his stare but you have come to learn how to hide it – Steve Harrington will never see you blushing over him. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you did just want to see him, because you always do, you always want to see him. No matter how much he hates you, no matter how much he despises you, you can’t help but want him, even if you continue to lie about it to yourself to stay sane. 

Steve Harrington had always been your demise – from the first glance. 

You couldn’t help but grow fascinated with him, watching him from afar with eyes the shape of your favorite sunglasses. You couldn’t help but care for him, even when he couldn’t stand you. 

Sometimes you feel like a creep, watching him and adoring everything about him, from his sun kissed skin, to his beautiful eyes, to his perfect hair, to that one smile that he blesses only those around him that he cares about – something that you will never get. 

Sometimes it’s hard to look into his eyes because every time you do look for a little too long, you feel like dying because suddenly, you see the world with different eyes, you see something beautiful, because he is in it and when you look away, when he is gone, it feels anything but.

Steve wouldn’t even bat an eye if you were gone. He wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t around. 

Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed by the way he looks at you, by his presence, by all of this. You are in his space, you are invading, his home, his friend group, his safe place. The reminder of it, that you don’t belong here, lies heavy on your heart and you feel the urge to run away but you cannot give yourself away so easily, knowing that it would be awfully noticeable if you suddenly left after what he just said. 

So you put on a mask, the way you always do. 

“If that helps you sleep at night,” you smirk, tilting your head at him, “I mean no one else would come to see you, I took pity on you.” 

He clenches his jaw, his smirk falling into a frown. 

“Keep your pity to yourself, Blondie. I’d rather never see you again than see you when I don’t have to.”

You know how he feels about you, you know what he thinks of you, yet every single insult, every jab at you feels like a punch to your gut. But this, this was a punch to your heart. 

You know he wouldn’t grieve you if you died at the Creel house, but to know that he might have felt relieved to never having to see you again, hurts you more than you want to admit. 

“What the hell, man?” Eddie snaps at him as his brown eyes fill with anger at his words. 

Robin rolls her eyes, shaking her head at Steve in disappointment. 

But he keeps his eyes on you, struggling to read you, struggling to look past that smirk that is still going strong. 

“Well, I’ll put you out of your misery, Lego head,” you say as you place the drink on the table before you get up. 

Robin furrows her brows, looking you up and down, “what are you doing?” 

“I’m leaving.” You try not to sound bitter or hurt. “I’m getting tired and I forgot my meds at home.” 

Steve looks away from you, feeling a rush of guilt. 

“I’ll drive you–”

You cut Eddie off, shaking your head at him, “no, I’m gonna walk, I need some fresh air.”

Eddie looks at you worriedly, “sweets, I don’t want you to walk by yourself.”

“Eddie, I’m okay, I don’t get dizzy anymore,” you say, trying to smile at him. “I promise, I’ll call you later tonight.” 

He still looks unsure, not wanting to let you go like this. 

But he can tell that you want to be alone, right now, so despite his worry, he leans back again and nods begrudgingly. 

“Okay..” 

You walk out of the room, biting back the bitterness on your tongue, trying to swallow down the pain. You rush through the hallway and open the door, you only manage to take one step out before you hear footsteps behind you. 

You roll your eyes, knowing that Eddie being the stubborn guy that he is will try to convince you to stay, but when you turn around, it’s not Eddie’s brown eyes that you find yourself looking into, it’s Steve’s and it catches you off guard a little. 

He stops in front of you, his eyes scan your face and he huffs a little when he runs his fingers through his hair. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d think it’s guilt and worry in his eyes. 

You hold onto the door, ready to escape whatever pain he will put you through again.

“Listen uh, that was mean,” he starts, now struggling to look into your eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, tugging at his hair. “I shouldn’t have said that.” 

You blink.

You swallow as you keep on looking at him with smugness, to hide the pain. 

“It’s okay, no need to hide the truth from me, you were just saying what you were feeling, right?” 

He opens his eyes and when he faces you again, he looks at you, really looks at you. He tries to find a hint of pain in your features or hurt in your eyes, but there is nothing. All he can see is the coldness in them. 

Nothing he could ever do or say would hurt you – at least, that is what he believes, what he always believed. 

“Right.” 

You bite the insides of your cheeks. 

“Good,” you nod and you tear your eyes away from him, unable to look at him any longer as you feel your heart cracking more and more.

“Y-You don’t have to go, Blondie.” He stops you once again, holding himself back from taking your hand. 

You slowly turn around and he still struggles to read you, even when you stop smirking, even when you only look at him with a straight face, not saying anything back. 

“But if you want to leave, no one’s gonna stop you.”

You see the indifference in his eyes, the coldness that is only there when he looks at you. 

Yeah, you know no one would. 

How can you care so much about someone that cares so little about you? 

How can you want him so bad when all he wants for you is to disappear? 

How can he worry one second and hate you in the other? 

How can you long for him after every hurtful thing that he said to you? 

You take a step away from him, blinking as you feel your eyes starting to burn. 

“Bye, Steve.” 

You turn around before he can even open his mouth, and you slam the door shut behind you because you don’t want to hear his voice. 

You walk away with tears in your eyes. 

You wish you didn’t come here today, every moment spent with him makes you want him even more, makes you hate yourself even more. 

You don’t go home, no, you can’t stand to be in a house that resembles nothing but loss. 

You turn the other way, towards Hawkins cemetery. 

You just need to vent. 

Even if only into the void. 

♡

tagging only friends & mutuals

@prettyboyeddiemunson @mysticmunson @wroteclassicaly @livosssblog

[mattslolita]

the way i can take both at the same time

fawwwk they’re gonna get me in trouble

[st4rymoon]

🕷️𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🕷️

This will be my first time writing for kinktober, hope you all enjoy <3

⭐︎ List created by me <3 I’ll be adding onto the list if I think of others! By the way new character will be in the works!

1. Best-friend - Poe Dameron x reader (published)

2. Gamer bf/on call - Miguel O’Hara x reader

3. Halloween party - Jake Lockley x reader

4. Edging - Marc Spector x reader

5. Cock warming - Loki x reader

6. Choking - Blue Jones x reader

7. Predator x pray game - Miguel O’Hara x reader

8. Dads best friend - Joel Miller x reader

9. Corruption kink - Raymond Leon x reader

10. Breeding kink - Steven Grant x reader

11. Fingering/Sub - Jake Lockley x reader

12. Size kink - Bucky Barns x reader

13. Creampie - Steven Grant x reader

14. Temp play (ice cubes) - Miguel O’Hara x reader

15. Bondage - Santiago Garcia x reader

16. Praise kink - Joel Miller x Reader

17. Impact play - Poe Dameron x reader

18. Overstimulation - Jonathan Levy x reader

19. Dumbification - Miguel O’Hara x reader

20. Mile high club - Poe Dameron x reader

21. Tutor - Miguel O’Hara x reader

22. Phone sex! - Steven Grant x reader

23. Pussy! Fiend - Bucky Barns x reader

24. Sex! Toys - Poe Dameron x reader

25. Academic rivals - Miguel O’Hara x reader

26. Touched starved - Poe Dameron x reader

27. Cam girl - Steven grant x Reader

28. Car sex! - Jonathan Levy x reader

29. Riding! - Steven grant x reader

30. Brat tamer - Loki x reader

31. Rough sex - Joel Miller x reader

[katabay]

jonathan strange and mr norrell is hands down one of my favorite shows, but a little while ago I realized. that I’ve never actually. read the book.

like I loved the show so much I am absolutely fucking baffled that I never once thought ‘oh let’s check it out from the library and have a good time part 2’

& something about the weather lately (extremely windy) brought it to mind, so I checked it out from the library and I’m having a great time reading it so far 🥳

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[asexualbookbird]

I didn't complete my 24 in 2024 list, but that's okay. I read a lot of short books and that's okay. I tried something new and wrote a small blurb in a draft after finishing it, instead of cobbling together feelings from what I remembered throughout the month, and I liked that a lot. I'll continue to do that, it made this a lot easier. Officially gave up on Ga'Hoole, and don't feel guilty about it. There are better books in the world and I will find them. That is a threat.

The Screaming Stair Case by Jonathan Stroud ⭐⭐½ - I want to watch the tv show, and I always feel weird doing that before reading the book. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't another Jackaby. I will not delete my blog over it, but it was. Not great. Fine. Fun at times. Would be more fun if the author didn't hate fat people so much. A pet peeve of mine is when the main character is a girl but the series is named after the main boy in her life. Icky. Not the worst, but I'm not sure I want to continue the series. The audio narrator was Delightful.

The Shattering by Kathryn Lasky ⭐⭐ - GaHoole book five. I know I said at the start of the year I'd read what I owned, but I'm no longer having fun so this will be the last for me. I'd rather be reading Animorphs. The owls can't save it for me, I'm sorry. Still counting it towards my yearly list though.

I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons ⭐- by Peter S Beagle This was trying to be a T Kingfisher novel but couldn't figure out the right balance between humor and devastation and how it fits into a small amount of words. It tried to be a Terry Pratchett novel but couldn't figure out what satire was. Disappointing considering I was hyped for it when it was announced. Dragons eventually showed up, but it was too late for them to save it.

A Psalm for the Wildbuilt by Becky Chambers ⭐️⭐️���️⭐️⭐️ - reread for book club! Still adore it! This time around I was able to pinpoint WHY I adored it! It's because I too feel Aimless and Without A Purpose. So. Ouchie. It's also helping me figure out what I want out of a "cosy" novel (or novella). Internal personal conflict! I would still do anything for Mosscap.

A Prayer for the Crown Shy by Becky Chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - reread for book club! Once again, Becky Chambers has flayed me open and picked apart my soul! Reading Monk & Robot is like sitting down and being given a cup of tea while I cry my heart out.

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - "Is this what it means to lose someone? The pain never goes away, it just gets buried?" I think this ending hit me hard for different reasons than most people are going wild for. It was Fine. Not mad I read it, but don't see myself ever wanting to reread it. I like the idea of the library as a living thing and a character itself, but there were a few plot points that just seemed to be brushed aside.

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - I needed a safe tragedy I knew the end of and this did it. First time I actually shed tears over these words, but I needed it. It was fun to see and note the pieces that were laid out for later books, and I wonder, knowing some teasers we've gotten for Alecto, what TMuir means by Gideon wishing she could marry her sword.....

I don't have 2025 reading goals at this moment. Maybe that will change. It will probably change. I mean, there's the Usual, read the books I own, dangit, but that seems so. Boring. Typical. Everyone's doing that. Let me be ~Different~. I have a few fiber arts projects I'd like to do and finish, and I'd like to finish the sewing projects I started if only so I can pack all that up and put it away for a while. We're still hoping to move, so paring down my book collection is still an ongoing endeavor, and I do have a couple of art pieces I'd at the very least like to get sketched out. I want 2025 to be slow. I want 2025 to be quiet. I want 2025 to be kind. That's all I ask of it. Be kind.

[rillabrooke]

if a tale of two cities' recurring theme is john 11:25-26, then dracula's theme is "in manus tuas", as van helsing says before entering the count's english manor. in honor of (finally) finishing the reread, here is my favorite musical rendition :')

2024 Reading List

The Curse of Pietro Houdini - Derek B. Miller

Far From the Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy

All Creatures Great and Small - James Herriot

The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien

Death on the Nile - Agatha Christie

Just Stab Me Now - Jill Bearup

The Words and Music of Paul Simon - James Bennighof**

The Paul Simon Companion: Four Decades of Commentary - Stacey Luftig**

Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn

The Zookeepers' War: An Incredible True Story from the Cold War - J.W. Mohnhaupt

The Lightning Thief - Rick Riordan

The Screaming Staircase - Jonathan Stroud

Tress of the Emerald Sea - Brandon Sanderson

The Sea of Monsters - Rick Riordan

Shadow and Bone - Leigh Bardugo

The Whispering Skull - Jonathan Stroud

King Lear - William Shakespeare

The Duke and I - Julia Quinn

Macbeth - William Shakespeare

Siege and Storm - Leigh Bardugo

Redeeming Love - Francine Rivers

The Titan's Curse - Rick Riordan

Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo

The Thursday Murder Club - Richard Osman

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - Mary Ann Shaffer & Annie Barrows

The Battle of the Labyrinth - Rick Riordan

The Fellowship of the Ring - J.R.R. Tolkien

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

The Queen's Gambit - Walter Tevis

The Hollow Boy - Jonathan Stroud

Lessons in Chemistry - Bonnie Garmus

Dracula - Bram Stoker*

* reread ** for school

[lovesickvalentines]

my name is adam! this is my selfshipping blog! i mostly reblog art or make posts gushing, but plan to posts some writing and maybe imagines! i am new to the community, so still getting a feel for things.

please view my carrd for a list of all my f/os, romantic or otherwise, and information about them! my main f/o varies from time to time due to shifts in interests. it also contains my about, dni, & a long list of interests!

i am a bit shy but consider myself very friendly, feel free to message anytime you'd like! i'm happy to give out my discord to anyone wanting to be friends :-]

proship dni!

carrd ♡ 18+ sideblog

[sophi-coby-art]

Trying to practice with my other art style!

[orchidcovs]

Xenophilius podía ser muy terco en cuanto a sus creencias, por lo que aunque entendía lo que el muchacho decía, sin duda alguna, el rubio no compartía su punto de vista. "Es cierto, pero creo que deben comportarse de maneras muy distintas estando en su ambiente natural", comentó encogiéndose de hombros, sin buscar conflicto con el muchacho, simplemente exponiendo su punto de vista. "La verdad es que quiero ver todas las criaturas", añadió con una pequeña risa escapando de sus labios. Después de todo, su fascinación y curiosidad eran muy grandes, especialmente tratándose de un evento tan único.

"Personalmente creo que es mejor verlo en un entorno controlado, como este. Pueden llegar a ser muy agresivos" y varios magizoologos habían sufrido las consecuencias por no atender las advertencias. A él le encantaba ver criaturas de cerca, sí, pero aún no llegaba al punto de desear peligrar su existencia. "Lo es" concordó con una pequeña sonrisa. "¿Hay alguna criatura que quieras ver en especial? Puedo llevarte" ofreció. Después de todo ese era su deber, conducir a los asistentes y ayudarles como le era posible. Ya había visto la exhibición un montón de veces.

[marcovaleyeah]

29.12.24

#Marco-Marathon | MCU

TV series Name: Loki | Season 2 (2023); Production studios: Marvel Studios; Directors: Kate Herron, Justin Benson, Aaron Moorhead, Dan DeLeeuw, Kasra Farahani; Screenwriters: Michael Waldron, Brett Maline, Tom Kauffman, Kasra Farahani, Eric Martin, Amber Dupre, Elissa Karasik, Jason O'Leary, Bisha K. Ali, Katharyn Blair; Starring: Tom Hiddleston, Owen Wilson, Jonathan Majors, Sophia Di Martino, Gugu Mbatha-Raw; Genres: Fantasy, Science-fiction, Action, Adventure; Running Time: One series – 50 minutes | All series – 5 hours;

"Loki", the second season (2023), impresses with a deep plot and character development. Tom Hiddleston shows new sides of Loki, and the retro-futuristic aesthetic creates a unique atmosphere. The series maintains intrigue and adds exciting twists, maintaining its status as one of Marvel's best projects.

Five stars — a spectacular and intense season that successfully continues the story of the first.

My rating:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

[paperh0lic]

Part 1 -

Hiii, hellooo !

A while back I made these Jojo Bizarre Adventure inspired game cards, I thought it was time to show them to the world ✨

Just to let you know; each card is based on a character from the show, and this is the back of every card:

1- Jonathan Joestar 🌹⭐

2- Robert E.O Speedwagon🎩

3- Pillar Men 🗿

4- Caesar Zeppeli 🍷🩷

5- Noriaki Kakyoin "Hierophant Green" 🍒

6- Jean Pierre Polnareff, "Silver Chariot" 🤺

7- DIO Brando, "The World" 🩸🔪💚

Part 2:

[armandyke]

Some major hits and some major misses amongst these ones

21) Thirteen Storeys by Jonathan Sims (5⭐)

5 Stars no notes. 

This was great. I don’t have a lot else to say to be honest. It’s sort of like a horror portmanteau in book form. We get thirteen stories which could all individually be stand alones (although as we go through we start to see things interconnecting) from different people living in or connected to this big tower block who all experience some kind of paranormal activity, with it all eventually culminating in the final story where all the characters are brought together. We know going into the book that whatever is happening is going to culminate in the death of the billionaire who owns the building and lives in the rooftop penthouse, and the story is about the build up to that final climax. Fundamentally it’s about class divide, worker exploitation, and the sacrifices the rich are happy to make to stay getting richer. Eat the rich, basically. It’s really, really good. I gave it 5 stars. Definitely check it out. 

Also as a side note I just really appreciate that the back pages give credit to everybody involved in the book production. Editors, cover designers, marketing team, everything. I just think that’s really cool and I wish more authors did this.

22) Nod by Adrian Barnes (4⭐)

This was a really cool concept and also very simple. One day, everybody around the world, with the exception of a small handful of people, stops sleeping. Like it’s so simple but is that not one of the most horrifying things you can imagine? 

The story follows Paul, one of the few people still able to sleep, as he witnesses the rapid breakdown in society as insanity starts to set in amongst those who can’t sleep, including his wife, Tanya. There’s not a lot more that I can say without giving too much of the book away, but just know that if you’re a fan of creepy cults, you’ll probably enjoy this. And as a person who has battled with insomnia before, this was both fun and terrifying in equal measures. 

I gave this 4 stars. It’s quite a quick read, I think I read most of it on a train journey to somewhere. Would have liked to explore the whole cult more, but the whole book is only set across 24 days so I get why it’s a little on the shorter side. 

23) How to sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix (5⭐)

This is a little gem of a book. I’m not going to go too much into what happens because the synopsis on the back is also quite vague, and I think part of the joy of this one is not really knowing what the hell is going to happen next. 

To give as brief a summary as possible, our main character, Louise, gets the news that her parents have died, and has to return to her hometown to sell her childhood home, all while furiously butting heads with her younger brother, Mark. It’s a horror story,and it’s very creepy, but at its heart it’s a really beautiful story about grief and generational trauma. Really well done, really beautiful, I gave it 5 stars and I highly highly recommend giving it a read. I’ll definitely be picking up more books by this author in the future. 

24) Among the Living by Tim Lebbon (2⭐)

Taking a sharp and veering downhill plummet, we have this book. This book pissed me off. I’m not really sure how to go about explaining why it pissed me off without spoiling things.

The premise of this book is that two groups of people: a team of cavers searching for rare, valuable minerals, and a group of environmental activists trying to stop the mining, find themselves completely stranded in the middle of an arctic island after discovering that a cave which has recently been uncovered from under the thawing ice was harbouring an ancient, deadly, contagious disease. Good premise. Horrific circumstances in an isolated snowy setting. 

Again, I’m trying to think of a way to explain my beef with this book without giving the whole thing away but… let’s just say this book promised something and then never delivered on it. There’s no suspense in this book because at all times we are explicitly aware of who is infected and who isn’t, and you keep expecting the story to throw a curveball and reveal that there’s another infected member of the group, or, if you wanted to go even darker, that they just killed someone who wasn’t infected at all, but it just… never does? I don’t know, it was very bizarre. I gave it 2 stars because even though it pissed me off, I liked the concept and the actual infection itself was really cool and gross to read about. Honestly you could probably write the worst book of all time but if it has good gore in it I’ll probably still give it a pity star. 

25) 19 Claws and a Black Bird by Augustina Bazterrica (3⭐)

This is another short story collection, it got my standard 3 stars. I picked it up because these were all written by the author of Tender is the Flesh, which I really enjoyed last year. 

The stories are very short, like, some of them are literally just a page, and… they’re fine. They’re alright. None of them massively stood out to me but none of them were bad either. It was a bit of a letdown after Tender is the Flesh because that book got such a visceral reaction from me, and I think maybe that hindered my enjoyment of this book a bit because I’d set the bar so high in my own head. That and the fact that both the author blurbs and the synopsis on the back cover talk at length about how brutal and gorey these stories are when, for me, there was really nothing that shocking in there. But don’t get it twisted, this was still a fun read. The way she writes horror is so fresh and creative, and I really love her writing style. The stories in here are really interesting and unique, just nothing that hit me in my chest the same way her novel did. It won’t stop me from instantly grabbing anything with her name on the cover in the future though. 

26) House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson (4.5⭐)

Rejoice, for we have reached the toxic yuri horror. I really loved this, I don’t know what more to tell you. I had an absolute blast reading this. 

The story is set in a world where rich, powerful families (houses, as they’re known) supposedly maintain their health through regular consumption of blood, which they get from their bloodmaids. The bloodmaids are women hired under a contract of so many years to live in the house, be fed and cared for, and have blood regularly taken for the head of the house to drink, then, once their contract is over, they’re given a massive pension and allowed to live out the rest of their life in luxury. Sexy stuff. At the beginning of the book our main character, Marion, applies for a position as a bloodmaid for Countess Lisavet, the heir of the House of Hunger. But when she arrives she notices that strange things are afoot as bloodmaids keep disappearing. 

It’s really good. The characters, including the side characters, are really well fleshed out and nuanced. The story is really good with a lot of twists and turns that I didn’t see coming. There’s blood letting and lesbian sex, need I go on? At times the writing was a little sloppy and could have done with some final editing, but nothing that ruined the reading experience for me. I gave it 4.5 stars. 

27) Song of Kali by Dan Simmons (DNF)

I read 36% of this book and then gave up, for two reasons. 

Number 1: This book is set in Kolkata, and it’s specifically about a white guy travelling to Kolkata to do some journalism or something, I don’t really remember. But the way every single brown person this guy sees or interacts with is described just gave me the ick. And, as you can imagine, he sees a lot of brown people! That and the way the city in general is described. I’m no expert, but it didn’t feel good when I was reading it. 

Number 2: It was fucking boring. 36% of the way through and literally nothing had fucking happened. We got one scene where a guy was explaining some human sacrifice ritual he witnessed, but beyond that it was literally just this white dude sitting in various meetings. Like, my brother in Christ, if I wanted to read about some guys meeting minutes I would get an office job. Can we please be for real? 

So, yeah, this was dogshit, in my personal opinion. That’s my review. 

28) The Way of All Flesh by Ambrose Perry (DNF)

This is the one that was technically a DNF but not really, and what I mean by that is that by about 60% of the way through reading this, I got impatient and basically just skipped ahead to the final chapters to see if I’d correctly guessed who the killer was. I had, just for the record. 

My issue with this book is that it could have been half the length. We spend chapter after chapter after chapter going round and round in circles waiting for the characters to come to very obvious conclusions. Like, if I said to you that this book involves the suspicious deaths of several women, one, a sex worker who had just requested a large sum of money and expressed her intentions to flee the city before her death, and another, a maid who had apparently run away from home, are there any possible theories already jumping into your head? Because for me at least, I was thinking this is probably some back alley abortion method gone wrong literally after reading the first chapter. When I tell you at 60% through this book our main characters had just reached that same conclusion. Fucking hell. 

Anyway, even though I did read the ending, I skipped over about 35% to get there, so I’m still counting it as a DNF. 

29) A House with Good Bones by T.Kingfisher (5⭐)

Another T.Kingfisher number that, to the shock of nobody by this point in my life, got 5 stars from me. I think I might be in love with this woman. T.Kingfisher if you’re out there… Should I do a video just about her books? I’ve read five now, another one of which is coming up later in this list. Let me know if you wanna hear me wax lyrical about her writing for an hour. 

Anyway, this story is about Sam, a sort of bug archeologist type person, who has moved back to her mother’s home for a few months. When she gets there, however, she finds that her mother has restored almost everything back to the way it was when the house belonged to her dead grandmother. She seems constantly paranoid and on edge, and there’s a lot of weird shit afoot involving ladybirds and grandma’s precious rose garden. It’s exactly the kind of whimsical horror with loveable characters and unsettling body horror that I expect from Kingfisher’s books at this point, and, yeah, as I said, I really loved it. This one has some good exploration of generational trauma, which you might have noticed by now is something I seem to gravitate to in my books. If my therapist is watching this right now, don’t even worry about it. 

30) A Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock (5⭐)

Oh my god. If you know, you know. This book altered my brain chemistry and changed me fundamentally as a person. It’s gorgeous. I can’t even really put into words why I loved it so much, it just felt like it was written specifically to scratch every itch in my neurodivergent brain. Uh, it’s signed. You know it’s serious when the author says you’re passionate. We have a fun parasocial relationship on twitter where he retweets my art and I think to myself that we should be best friends but anyway, we’re not talking about me. 

The actual story is about two men, Gregor, a botanist, and Simon, a taxidermist, who wind up combining their skills to create, you guessed it, a botanical daughter. I do love a sentient fungus, and if you’ve read and enjoyed T.Kingfisher’s What Moves the Dead you’ll probably love this and vice versa. God, it’s so hard to give a concise summary without just waxing lyrical for a few hours. I’ll probably make a video just to yap about this book at some point. But in a nutshell, it’s gay, it’s toxic, the plant girl is a lesbian, it’s funny but also beautiful, it’s found family, there’s good gore, a man gets his face ripped off. What more can I say? The writing style might not be for everyone but like, that could not be me. If you use the word “squelched” as a verb that is like the equivalent of proposing marriage to me. So Noah Medlock if you’re reading this (and he may well be because we’re basically best friends on twitter) my answer is yes. 

Favourite book of the year bar none.