#Angels from Hell (1968)

[doppleganger-rental]

Angels From Hell (1968) trailer.

[katuschka]

Out On The Tiles – Prologue

Jake Kiszka x Chris Turpin Josh Kiszka x Chris Turpin

Yaaay, my first AU! Welcome to the 70s rock&roll hell, baby...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings – this story will contain: substance abuse, infidelity, debauchery, same sex smut, hetero smut, rough sex, and as always, an unhealthy dose of heavy emotions and feelings

Special thanks to: @thewritingbeforesunrise and her genius, twisted mind that helped me form this story in my own sick brain.

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I'm just a simple guy, I live from day to day A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away There's nothing more that I can say but on a day like today I pass the time away and walk a quiet mile with you All I need from you is all your love All you got to give to me is all your love

Prologue

1994 was an eventful year for the Kiszka twins. After years of unsuccessful attempts to launch respectful solo projects they could build upon after the infamous breakup of their band, they had been finally labelled as “has-beens of rock” when grunge hit the mainstream, only to rise up again like a phoenix from the dust of their once stellar career. 

Josh and Jake, THE ultimate enfants terrible of the 70s rock&roll music scene. Angel-faced devils, as they were called. 

It was no longer true, but it kept haunting them anyway. How could it not.

Born to free-thinking parents who never made it to Frisco with the other beatniks, but instead decided to “settle down” in a small town in Michigan after their mother became pregnant, they were raised – together with their younger brother Samuel – in what you could call a “respectful neighborhood”. But everything was different behind the closed doors, as their parents never grew out of love for art, music and literature. 

Their mother was not only a wonderful and respected teacher, but she could also bake devilishly good sweet treats, so the neighbors somehow “tolerated” the fact that she often indulged in painting “weird pictures.” 

Their father played the piano in church on Sundays, while their own house was filled with the sound of delta blues, bebop and rockabilly on Friday nights. 

Even as young kids, they never had to hide their passion for the new music made by Elvis and Chuck and Little Richard. In fact, their father encouraged it, together with their attempts to learn how to play and write their own stuff. Their longing to create was inextinguishable, partly inherited and wholeheartedly shared, so by mid sixties, they were already in a band. Their band, which they founded together with Sam’s friend, a talented percussionist from the school orchestra. And a cool kid, too. 

After the wave of new British bands hit the US coast like a tsunami, invading the music scene as well as their own ears, they finally found their own sound and everything snowballed pretty quickly during 1968 and 1969. They got signed, they hit the road and their career literally exploded! Air Javelin were on their way to become one of the most influential bands in rock&roll history. 

Fast forward back to 1994, they now found themselves sitting next to David Letterman, eager and ready to discuss their new mutual music project. 

It was good. In fact, it was great, already receiving many well-deserved accolades and praises from the very same people and magazines who used to shit on their music more than two decades ago. 

The only problem being that they were probably the only people who were eager and ready to discuss it at the moment. 

Josh’s recent coming-out was already old news and the questions that focused on that grew stale pretty quickly. It was the 90s after all, and things were getting better slowly but steadily. If anything, it made the message he managed to lace their new music with even more acute and sharp. The first single was a huge success not only among their old fans; it hit the charts with nearly the same force their old hits once did. 

Unfortunately, two weeks after the long-awaited release of the whole album, a book appeared on shelves of bookstores all across the country, and turned into a sensation almost overnight. 

Written by their former road manager Robert Mole, it was packed with juicy and scandalous stories from their heyday. The timing was deliberate. Robert just wanted a piece of the freshly baked cake, and so did the publisher. 

A lot of it had already been somewhat known, and perceived as public secrets for years and years. People may not have known all the details Robert decided to disclose, but it shocked no one. Those were the stories and anecdotes from a long-gone era. EVERYONE was already familiar with the infamous octopus story anyway, even though no one knew what really happened that day. That was the beauty of it. And as Jake already said in another interview, Robert had spent most of those days either drunk or high, often both, so a lot of the shit mentioned in that book was simply made up or blown out of proportion.

So, when Letterman asked about the contents of the book again, Jake replied nonchalantly: “Let’s put it this way, David. I can’t remember half of it, and neither can he!”

The audience laughed, but the host did not give up. 

There was one more story, one that they had managed to keep hidden, but which kept haunting them because it was extremely and painfully personal. Like a cold sore, it would never go away. It was also the reason why Sam still refused to speak with either of them.

They used to like Robert; he was once regarded and treated almost as a sixth member of the group. However, the fact that he decided to include this in the book turned him into an unscrupulous piece of shit in their eyes. 

Back in the day, when their heads were so big it was a wonder that they didn’t float above their shared stage, they thought no one could possibly push them out of their pedestal. But new bands appeared, some of them equally good. Bands such as the British wonder Mellow Yellow, with their charismatic, blonde frontman…

“Alright, alright,” Letterman raised his voice before the applause died down completely. “But I’m sure EVERYONE wants to know the truth behind those accusations that the real reason why Air Javelin split up was the affair you BOTH had with the late Chris Turpin.”

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The Longest Night: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: Derek is hell-bent on finding the Prince of Darkness before he can kill the little girl he stole. Derek is lashing out at everyone in anger, Ellie is running out of time, and you're just trying your best to help the situation. The Prince of Darkness uses shadows to hide the monster that he is, and you don't realize just how close the monsters you know are to you.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Spencer walks out of the RV.

"Hey, guys. The murders we found in Orange County in 1985 might not have been his first. I'll call Garcia about it."

Just as Spencer steps off to the side, JJ calls Hotch's phone.

"Hotchner."

"We have access to the local emergency alert system. The secretary personally set it up herself. It's in the city command center."

"Good. Get an LAPD unit to take you over there, get the system up and running, and I need you to start talking to him immediately."

"Excuse me?"

"It's gonna take me too long to get there from here. I need you to talk to him, JJ. I'll give you some strategies. The unsub may still be in this area, and if he surfaces, we need to be close."

"I'm not a hostage negotiator."

"I'm sorry. You are today."

"You need to be more sympathetic. Give me the phone," you say to Hotch, which he does. "JJ, listen to me. You can do this. I believe in you. Don't doubt yourself because you are going to do great. This situation sucks but you're the best person to do this."

"No, you are," she chuckles.

"No, I'm not. You're going to do great."

You hang up on JJ and hand Hotch his phone before going over to Spencer who is still on the phone with Penelope.

"How's my main man doing?"

"On the completely safe assumption that you're not talking about me, let's just say I wouldn't want to be this unsub when Morgan finally gets his hands on him."

"That bad, huh?"

"Has he ever yelled at you before?"

"Touche," she laughs. "How can I be of service?"

"How far back can you go with your records, Garcia?"

"How far back are you talking?"

"A murder investigation from 1968."

"Give me a second." As she is typing, he puts her on speakerphone so everyone can hear. "Okay, let me preface this by saying that a forty-year-old murder in a suburb of Los Angeles is an absurdly impossible request. Having said that, yours truly happens to know that the Pollack Library at Cal State--"

"Garcia," Hotch cuts her off.

"Yes, sorry, sir. Anyway, this murder was quite a scandal. Nora Flynn was a prostitute and a drug addict living in a desert community just outside of Los Angeles. It appears rough bikers were her stock in trade, and one fateful day, she and her client were murdered by her thirteen-year-old son Billy. Both were shot to death. The customer, ironically named John, was able to tell the police before he died that Billy made him beg for his life and then shot him anyway."

"That's him," Derek says.

"He was convicted but was a juvenile. In 1973, he was eighteen when he was released and was never heard from again."

"Oh, he was heard from," Emily scoffs.

"He never released a statement as to why he killed them, although it does appear his childhood was horrific. I'm sending you a picture of him on the day he was released to your PDAS."

"Make sure you send the files to JJ."

"Of course, my liege. Garcia bids you ad--"

"Penelope, wait a minute."

Derek takes the phone off speakerphone to talk to her privately, and you can safely assume it's to make up with her. Hotch's phone rings and he answers JJ's call. She must be at the command center.

"Okay, I'm here, Hotch."

"JJ, listen. The most important thing is that you build rapport with him."

"Rapport. Okay."

"I'm asking you to do one of the hardest things that anybody in our position ever has to do. I need you to empathize with him. Sympathize. Don't judge the things he's done. Garcia's sending you a file on him and his childhood. Look it over. It'll help. If he hears that you care about him, that's how you're gonna get him to care about Ellie. He has to understand that he's putting her through the same pain he went through as a child."

She's right, you're the best person for this particular job but you're not there right now.

"Uh, okay."

"It has to be his decision because power is too important to him."

"Power? Okay."

"You're going to be fine. Just talk to him. Go over the file and start when you're ready."

"Wait, you're going to be on the line, right?"

"I'll be listening."

"Give me the phone again." Hotch hands the phone to you. "JJ, listen to me. You're a mom. You're a good mom, great even. I know this is scary but what would you do if Henry was taken? How would you talk to someone whose mom didn't take care of him? Use that side of yourself and I promise you, he'll listen."

"Okay."

Hotch turns the radio on and everyone stays still as they wait for JJ to start. She mentally prepares herself before speaking into the radio hoping that he is near one and listening.

"Billy Flynn? Mr. Flynn, I--I don't know for sure that you can hear me, but my name is Jennifer Jareau. I work for the FBI as a communications liaison for the behavioral, uh... Okay. Mr. Flynn, I--I--I want to talk to you about letting Ellie Spicer go. I mean, I want to ask you to... Uh, see, I'm not a hostage negotiator. I've never done anything like this at all ever, but, um, sometimes circumstances, it's..." She's freaking out but you know she can do this. "Look, you can tell I'm not a hostage negotiator, but I am a mother. I know what your mother did to you when you were little. What she was, what she made you watch, what she let men do to you, and it makes me so... It's just not fair, and no one--no one--can make that better. I wish I could. I do.

"But... If I--if I could somehow go back there and, you know, make what was happening to you stop... I wish I could just... pick you up and just tell you that it'll all be okay. That's what moms are supposed to do. They're not supposed to be the cause of your pain, they're supposed to make it go away. They're supposed to hold you and tell you everything is gonna be alright. They're supposed to tell you that thunder are angels bowling and that it's okay to be afraid of the dark and that it's not silly to think there might be monsters in your closet and that it's okay that if you want to climb in bed with them just this once because it's scary in the room all alone.

"They're supposed to say it's okay to be afraid, and not be the thing you're afraid of. Most importantly, they're supposed to love you no matter what. What happened to you isn't fair, it's not right, but um... I'm supposed to empathize with you. Sympathize. Understand, but I can't. That--that would be a lie.

"The truth is, I don't understand what you've done. I don't sympathize with you killing people all these years, and I especially don't understand you taking Ellie. What I can do is tell you what a mother should tell you, and that is you can't take away your pain by hurting someone else. That doesn't make all the nights you went to bed scared and alone any better if you scare someone else the way you're scaring Ellie.

"What happened to you isn't fair, but what you're doing to her isn't fair either. If anyone should understand what that feels like, it's you. You have the power. You can do what you want to do. For once, you can choose to use that power to do for Ellie what should have been done for you. You can choose to let her go. You can choose to teach her that, yes, there are monsters, and it's okay to be afraid of them. But it's not okay to let them win, and it's not okay to be one."

Damn, she's good. You often think what your life would be like if you let the man that raped you control your life. Instead, you decided to become a better person than him and help those who can't help themselves. You wish you could have done the same for Hannah. You respect her space and wish you were more in contact with her, but you know she's happy with her family in New Jersey.

Emily's phone rings and she answers it while stepping off to the side.

"Agent Prentiss. ... Hello, Doctor. ... Yes, sir. ... Thank you." She looks at Derek with a solemn look. "Both of Kristin's lungs collapsed. She died a few minutes ago."

"Ellie's got no one now."

A police officer calls Adam regarding Ellie, and he looks at Derek with hopeful eyes.

"He let her go. He got out of the car and he just let her go. She's in a house about six blocks from here."

"Where is he now?"

"He's in another house, up the street."

"JJ. I don't know if you know. He let her go. You did it," Hotch says over the phone.

Ellie is with several officers when you arrive, and the entire SWAT team is en route. One of the officers sees Adam and immediately walks up to him.

"We have SWAT on the way, Kurz, and an HPT team."

"Yeah, but they'll be a while. We had a phone sent in with a direct line to this one." The phone rings and Adam immediately answers it. "This is Detective Kurzbard, LAPD." He hands the phone to Derek. "He wants to talk to you."

"What?" Derek listens to what Billy says before hanging up. "He wants me to come in."

"Morgan."

"I know this guy, Hotch. He didn't kill me before, he's not gonna kill me this time."

"No."

"I believe in my original profile. He will not hurt me unless I show him fear."

"Listen—"

"When you needed us, we were there for you. This one is mine."

"You sure?"

"As I've ever been."

Hotch allows him to go into the house alone while everyone else stays outside. You're not sure what is said inside or how Derek handled the situation, but you do know one thing. Only Derek came out. It doesn't matter if Derek was justified or not. No one will question it otherwise.

******

Frank wanted to be closer to you to keep a close eye on you despite his wife's protests. She's at home watching the kids and desperately needs him back with her. She understands his need to be near you, but she doesn't understand his obsession with you. You had such potential when you were younger, but he let you go. He let you move out and start a life of your own, and that was his first mistake.

Frank won't let this go to waste. He was shocked to hear you had gotten out of prison which means what he did didn't work. No matter. He's not done with you just yet.

"Baby, I wish you would just come home," Clarissa says over the phone.

"I can't and you know it."

"I need help with the kids we already have. She won't rat us out because she has nothing to suspect. She would have done it already."

"Let me worry about that. I'll call you later. Don't fuck this up, Clarissa. I mean it."

Frank grabs his binoculars after hanging up with his wife and points it at the building across the street from the apartment he rented for in cash. It's a month-by-month so he can use it for however long he wants. He waits five minutes before smiling widely at what he sees.

You walk to the open window and close it but the curtains are still open. You're wearing only a thin t-shirt, unaware that he's right across the street watching you. Spencer comes up behind you and pulls you into him which makes your nipples harden under the t-shirt. He kisses your neck and you turn in his arms to kiss his lips. Spencer picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, and Frank pictures the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist.

He smirks knowing it's going to be so much fun to break you.

"A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another, the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one other it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden." – The Buddha

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[creepingirrelevance]

Arlene Martel in Angels from Hell (1968)

[weirdlookindog]

The Vampire Lovers (1970) & Angels from Hell (1968)

[mckiwi]

Christmas is Better Spent Together

Chapter Five: 1968

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Rating: General Audiences

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley

Words: 789

7 times Aziraphale and Crowley spent Christmas together (and 1 time they didn't)

Kennedy Space Center, Florida, USA - December 21st, 1968

“It’s a lot bigger in person,” Aziraphale said, staring out across the horizon to the space shuttle. 

“I know! It’s great, isn’t it?” Crowley exclaimed, smiling ear to ear. Aziraphale had rarely, if ever, seen the Demon this excited. It was as endearing as it was disturbing. “First humans to ever orbit the moon! Ha! Soon enough they’ll be walking on it! Wouldn’t that be something? Oh, I can’t wait!”

“Apollo is an interesting name choice, I think. Greek god of the sun.” Aziraphale commented, noticing the ship’s name. 

“They’re trying to get to the stars, angel.” My stars went unsaid. Crowley had never told Aziraphale of his time before the Fall. He had never once mentioned his role in creation or his fascination with the cosmos. Yet, sometimes, Aziraphale would look at him the same way that Angel did all those millennia ago, and Crowley thinks his angel might already know. Might remember. 

Aziraphale looked at the Fallen Angel beside him. He looked at the sharp features highlighted in the first rays of the rising sun, just the same as it did during the very star’s creation. “Indeed they are, dear boy, and look how far they’ve come.”

Crowley’s soft smile turned prideful, “You know, this is probably my favourite project I’ve done so far. Don’t get me wrong, the whole turning a motorway into Odegra thing is fantastic. Going great. We’re finishing up the plans for it now and they’re supposed to start building it in the early 70s. But this ‘Space Race’ is… it’s fun, Aziraphale.”

The Angel raised a brow in surprise. “I didn’t realize this was some of your work. How many commendations have you gotten for having the two most powerful countries in the world compete over their research?”

“None, and there won’t be any,” Crowley admitted. “I don’t plan on reporting to Hell over this. This is a personal investment. There’s nothing evil about seeking out knowledge.”

“You told Adam and Eve the same thing and look what happened,” Aziraphale pointed out, not unkindly. 

Crowley gestured to the thousands of people around them, anxiously awaiting the Apollo 8 launch. “This happened! I may have regrets, but giving Eve that apple is not one of them.”

Aziraphale pondered the other’s words, then chuckled to himself, “Imagine that. Knowledge spread worldwide because of an apple.”

The Demon’s eyes lit up almost immediately. His formerly prideful smirk turned downright devious. “Apple. Now there’s an idea.”

Before Aziraphale could contemplate the landslide of technology developments he’d indirectly just inspired, a countdown started. 

“10… 9…”

Thousands of people gathered. 

“8… 7…” 

Thousands of backgrounds unified. 

“6… 5…”

Thousands of voices heard. 

“4… 3…”

Crowley watched something breathtaking. Aziraphale watched Crowley.

“2… 1…”

Thousands of years shared. 

“Takeoff.”

They all came together and joined in the wake of something unprecedented. 

—————

Soho, London, England - December 24th, 1968

“There we are! All set up and ready to go.” Crowley stated, standing over the bulky television set he’d brought over from his flat. He turned the television on and tuned it to NASA’s broadcast before throwing himself onto the sofa beside Aziraphale’s. 

(The TV wasn’t tuned to pick up the broadcast’s signal, but Crowley didn’t know that, and so the TV didn’t either and opened to the correct channel anyway.)

Aziraphale stared at the screen in confusion. “So they’re meant to be making an announcement?”

“Yup. Any minute now.” Crowley confirmed. “I bet it’s gonna be something cool. ‘Humanity has brought light to the dark side of the moon’ or something poetic like that.”

Aziraphale sat back in his chair, at ease. “Humanity does love their literature.”

Crowley hummed in agreement, “Sounds like someone else I know.”

Static crackled and an image appeared on the screen. Something round and pale. Crowley sat on the edge of his seat while Aziraphale gaped, “Is that–”

“Yeh!”

“The moon?”

“Yea! They did it, angel! They really did it! Ha!” Crowley barked a laugh and his hands flew to the back of his head. “They made it!” 

“We are now approaching lunar sunrise,” a voice sounded through the static. “And uh, for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you.” 

Crowley leaned in eagerly. 

“In the Beginning, God created the Hea–”

“What kind of bollocks is this?!” Crowley snapped in disbelief, much to Aziraphale’s amusement. Despite the harsh words, Crowley couldn’t find it in himself to quite hate the Book of Genesis, not with its third chapter.

“–And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you on the good Earth.”

[ufonaut]

for the past four years i've posted on here an end-of-the-year list entitled 'comix of the year' (2020, 2021, 2022, 2023) and though i've read 136 completed series this year and 610 completed series over all, i'm going to skip it this year in favor of a broader look at my year.

the fact of the matter is that the quality of current comics has gone down in what i believe to be a genuinely unprecedented way. even at the height of the comics code, even in the gritty early 2000s you'd still find the occasional gem but dc comics is currently publishing a harley quinn fart comic so prospects are grim and i think it's a little hard not to be disheartened by atrocities like what the 'new golden age' line ended up being and some such events. you can still find my published work over at the back issue! magazine talking about the obscure corners of this wonderful medium (check out my latest article in #155 with many more on the way, including january's keith giffen tribute) and you can also occasionally find me rambling over on substack but other ways of engaging with the present state of modern comics are getting to be bad for the heart.

on the other hand, i've had by far the best year of my life. that's entirely because it's been a year spent with my girlfriend/love of my life/my favorite artist @redstoneofaja and the creative endeavors we've undertaken together are by far my proudest accomplishment -- i never thought i could ever participate in the making of a comic but we've made several based around richard stark's parker, and we've even collected them in a free-to-read zine over on issu! i've been writing more than ever, reading more than ever, watching more movies than i have in years and these rediscovered passions has everything to do with having the best partner (creative & otherwise, everywhere!) i could ever ask for.

but in terms of the art i've engaged with, here's some of this year's favorites in no particular order:

comics it's been a year of crime comics, with very few exceptions here and there. state of the industry aside, what's been mentioned here is all stuff i'd consider an absolute all-timer by now.

road to perdition (1998)

gotham central (2003)

bad weekend (2019)

creepy presents alex toth (2015)

asterios polyp (2009)

from hell (1991)

angel love (1986)

100 bullets (1999)

sin city: the hard goodbye (1992) + sin city: family values (1997)

dead eyes (2019)

the deviant (2023)

books i've spent the year making my way through donald westlake's bibliography and better fiction books i have not read. life changing doesn't even begin to cover it!

butcher's moon (1974) - richard stark

the dame (1968) - richard stark

a jade in aries (1969) - tucker coe

memory (1963) - donald westlake

films a more eclectic mix, with a particular fondness for '50s cinema as per usual.

the big knife (1955)

joker: folie a deux (2024)

attack (1956)

occult (2009)

in & out (1997)

dick tracy (1990)

it came from outer space (1953)

requiem for a heavyweight (1956)

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE DARKNESS OF A BRIGHT ORANGE MICKEY MOUSE -- WHEN THE DRUGS HIT YOU TOO HARD IN '68.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 960x1488 -- Spotlight on cover page to British underground newspaper, "International Times," a.k.a., "it" issue #27. March 8-21, 1968. Cover artist unknown.

"In some ways "IT" created its constituency and at its height was selling 44,000 copies every fortnight – I’m told that number translated into about 200,000 readers. It covered every aspect of the counterculture, from the Hells Angels, skinheads, pacifists, vegetarians, communal living, sexual revolution, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.’

-- THE GUARDIAN, "Covering the counterculture: the 60s underground press – in pictures," by Kathyrn Bromwich, published September 23, 2017

Source: www.theguardian.com/media/gallery/2017/sep/23/covering-the-counterculture-the-60s-underground-press-in-pictures.

[justforbooks]

Stanley Booth

American music journalist who chronicled ‘the mystery of the Rolling Stones’ in their pomp

As a group of Hells Angels beat and stabbed a Black teenager to death a few feet away from where the Rolling Stones were playing on warm evening in California in 1969, the writer Stanley Booth watched the mayhem from a vantage point next to his friend Keith Richards’s guitar amplifiers.

The murder of 18-year-old Meredith Hunter by thugs hired to act as security men for the Stones’ free concert at Altamont Speedway marked an end to the peace-and-love idyll of the 1960s. It also gave Booth a dramatic climax to the book he would write about the Stones and their rise from London’s clubs to worldwide success and notoriety.

The Stones embraced Booth, who has died aged 82, not least because he represented an authentic connection to the blues music from which they had taken their inspiration. He had been brought up in Memphis, Tennessee, one of the music’s centres, and knew many of the musicians whose work they admired and imitated.

Long-haired, silk-scarved and thoroughly familiar with mood-altering substances, he was perfectly in sync with the social currents they embodied. He met them when, having established himself as a contributor to major American magazines, he travelled to London in 1968 to cover the trial of their founder, Brian Jones, who had been charged with possession of cannabis. “I wrote a story,” he recalled many years later, “but I had only glimpsed – in Brian’s eyes as he glanced up from the dock – the mystery of the Rolling Stones.”

That mystery was the subject of the book he planned to write when he joined the Stones on tour in the US the following year. He slipped so easily into their inner circle that soon they were inviting him to share not just their confidences – Anita Pallenberg told him that Jones had missed shows and recording sessions because he had broken his hand while hitting her – but their drugs. When a fan handed Charlie Watts a yellow-green LSD tab, Booth wrote that “Charlie asked, ‘D’you want it?’ ‘I ain’t too sure about this street acid,’ I said. ‘Maybe Keith will want it.’”

Published in 1974 as Dance With the Devil, and republished in the UK in 1985 as The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones, his book brought to bear an observant eye and literary skills that elegantly stripped the varnish off the story, leaving posterity with a faithful eye-witness account of the group’s activities and their social milieu during their prime years.

Booth was born in Waycross, Georgia, near the Okefenokee swamp, a vast wetland straddling the border with Florida. His father, Irving, was the vice-president of an insurance company, while his mother, Ruby (nee McClellan), was a schoolteacher. He studied English at Memphis State University and remembered being thrown out of a Ray Charles show for sharing a table with some Black fellow students. He began postgraduate studies at Tulane University in New Orleans before breaking off in 1964 to return to Memphis, where he began his career as a journalist.

His background, his love of music and his social circle gave him access to local subjects that interested the editors of national magazines. In 1968 Esquire published his description of Elvis Presley’s life among his courtiers: “When he puts the cigar between his teeth a wall of flame erupts before him. Momentarily startled, he peers into the blaze of matches and lighters offered by willing hands. With a nod, he designates one of the crowd, who steps forward, shaking, and then, his moment of glory, of service to the King, at an end, he retires into anonymity. ‘Thank ya very much,’ says Elvis.”

Typically, the real interest comes when Booth aims slightly away from the target. The source of the best Elvis anecdotes is Dewey Phillips, the first radio DJ to play Presley’s records, found by the author working in a furniture store 20 years after his heyday. One of those tales, involving the actress Natalie Wood, was too ripe for the Esquire piece but is included in Rythm Oil, a collection of Booth’s magazine pieces published in 1994.

The book’s UK edition opened with a mood-setting series of colour photographs taken by William Eggleston, Booth’s friend and fellow Memphian: freight trains, cotton fields, diners and lonesome highways. The pieces included portraits of other local musicians, including the bluesman Furry Lewis, who had spent decades sweeping the city’s streets, and the ill-starred jazz pianist Phineas Newborn.

For all his warm empathy with most of the musicians he encountered, there was also evidence of the essential splinter of ice in the writer’s heart. About his piece for Rolling Stone on Janis Joplin’s poorly received visit to Memphis in 1969, he later reflected: “She died, so I hear, bearing me ill will. Can’t please everyone.”

With a reputation, according to the Memphis Commercial Appeal newspaper, as “a libertine and a wild man”, in 1971 he was fined for growing his own marijuana and broke his back a few years later after falling down a waterfall in Georgia while high on LSD. A second collection of pieces, Red Hot and Blue, was published in 2019 and he leaves an unfinished memoir and unpublished biographies of the songwriter Johnny Mercer and the singer Gram Parsons, a friend who was also from Waycross.

Booth was married three times. After the death in 2014 of his third wife, the poet Diann Blakely, with whom he had lived in Georgia and Florida, he returned to Memphis. He is survived by a daughter, Ruby Booth, from another relationship.

🔔 Stanley Booth (Irvin Stanley Booth Jr), writer, born 5 January 1942; died 19 December 2024

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Stats from Movies 701-800

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Ringu (1998) had the most votes with 1,327 votes. Chillerama (2011) had the least votes with 360 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Beetlejuice (1988) was the most watched film with 80.9% of voters out of 780 saying they had seen it. Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) had the least "Yes" votes with 0.4% of voters out of 491.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

The Nun 2 (2023) was the least watched film with 70.6% of voters out of 633 saying they hadn’t seen it. Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) had the least "No" votes with 9.2% of voters out of 491.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Beetlejuice (1988) was the best known film, only 0.4% of voters out of 780 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) was the least known film, 90,4% of voters out of 491 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

The Uninvited (1944) The Crazies (1973) Witchfinder General (1968) The Conspiracy (2012) When a Stranger Calls (1979) The Evictors (1979) The Birds (1963) Ice Spiders (2007) Rubber (2010) Eyes of Laura Mars (1978)

Daughters of Darkness (1971) Akira (1988) The End of Evangelion (1997) The Woman in Black (2012) Milfs vs. Zombies (2015) Knife + Heart (2018) It's a Wonderful Knife (2023) Attachment (2022) Gothic (1986) Jakob's Wife (2021)

Stranger by the Lake (2013) The Fog (2005) The Greasy Strangler (2016) Angel Heart (1987) Tumbbad (2018) The Snow Woman (1968) Sugar Hill (1974) Saloum (2021) WNUF Halloween Special (2013)

Sound of Violence (2021) Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979) The Haunting of Molly Hartley (2008) Death Laid an Egg (1968) Baskin (2015) The Last Will and Testament of Rosalind Leigh (2012) The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967) The Haunting of Julia (1977) The House That Dripped Blood (1971) Megan Is Missing (2011)

Ringu (1998) Three... Extremes (2004) Trench 11 (2017) Out There Halloween Mega Tape (2022) Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986) The Driller Killer (1979) Berberian Sound Studio (2012) One Cut of the Dead (2017) Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker (1981)

Urban Legends: Bloody Mary (2005) Motel Hell (1980) Shallow Ground (2004) Annabelle: Creation (2017) Annabelle Comes Home (2019) The Conjuring 2 (2016) The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021) Morgan (2016) Sputnik (2020) Devil's Pass (2013)

Dracula's Daughter (1936) Dagon (2001) We Are Still Here (2015) We Are What We Are (2013) Somos lo que hay (2010) The Serpent and the Rainbow (1988) Midori (1992) The Believers (1987) Troll 2 (1990) Chillerama (2011)

The Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976) The Mortuary Collection (2019) The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane (1976) The Pit and the Pendulum (1991) House (1985) Flatliners (1990) The Town That Dreaded Sundown (2014) Crimson Peak (2015) Frailty (2001) Hell Night (1981)

Eyes of Fire (1983) Sister Death (2023) Tonight She Comes (2016) Bad Dreams (1988) Dead Snow (2009) Dead Snow 2: Red vs. Dead (2014) Veronica (2017) The Nun II (2023) Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) Maniac (1980)

Man's Best Friend (1993) M.O.M. Mothers of Monsters (2020) The Reptile (1966) She Creature (2001) Beetlejuice (1988) The Incredible Melting Man (1977) Kandisha (2020) So Vam (2021) Bit (2019) Death Proof (2007)

[thatbanditqueen]

Elvis One Shots

One-off little drabbles, usually written in a matter of 2 - 4 hours as part of a writing game prompt. So there are a lot of typos. Attentio to detaul iz not me thngg.

Rating: Explicit, No Minors, NSFW

Relationships: Elvis Presley/Original Female Character(s)

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, smut, sex, cursing, drug use and alcohol. Also some of them are fluffy and innocent. See individual labels.

Come Hell or Come Sundown

A Charro! Behind-the-Scenes One Shot

Angst and fluff and a hint of a hint of smut... but mainly kissing

It is the summer of 1968 and Elvis finds himself in a New Hollywood, no more production code, just a ratings system with the promise of more sex and violence. This is good, because Elvis is in transition too! He is hot off the set of his TV special and ready to make a gritty western he can be proud of. Things are going well onset until they aren't....

Aphrodite's Curse

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, smut, more angst and some witchcraft.....

Loosely based on Elvis' affair with Elisabeth Stefaniak, this one shot finds our boy during his Army service living in Bad Neuheim and playing the field, much to the chagrin of his shy, live-in secretary and girlfriend Bettina.

Bless Your Heart

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, fluff, smut and more spooky paranormal stuff

Angst, fluff, no smut, a little kissing, and a touch of scary gore at the end. Not really too scary.

Summary: It's 1957, and Jan's dreams come true when she gets invited up from the gate to join Elvis' parties at Graceland. But not all that glitters is gold, and this new social circle may have a few angels and demons among them.

Little Blue Toes

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, fluff, smut and a little spooky paranormal jazz

Summary: It is the summer of 1955, and Elvis and his band are back on a grueling tour schedule. Their first stop out of Memphis is Batesville, AR. The crowd is not kind, the venue is uncomfortable, and so Elvis decides to take off and make his own trouble. Along the way, he comes across a young women who is having an equally bad afternoon, and they find that spending the rest of the day in each other's company might be just the solace they were searching for.

Smash!

Angst and fluff

Summary: Eadie is walking up the canyon to her uncle's house when a beautiful stranger almost runs her over, out on a car ride to clear his mind.

I Was The Best Husband

Smut

Summary: It is March 1972, a month after Priscilla officially told Elvis about her affair with Mike Stone and her decision to leave him and request a divorce. He is in LA, getting ready to go back on tour and his entourage have invited some women over to help cheer him up.

George's Garage

Smut

Summary: Elvis and the Memphis Mafia are driving back to Hollywood from Memphis to shoot Kissin' Cousins, when the car breaks down on Route 66. Luckily they are not too far from George's garage and her skilled, lady mechanic fingers.

The Lou Lou Special

Fluff

Summary: Lois is away from home, visiting her family in Texas, when her cousins abandon her after an Elvis Presley concert.

The Late Night Dayton Gig

Fluff, angst, some drugged out moments.

Summary: Alex is helping her mom close up the family deli in Dayton, OH when they get a last minute rush catering order for a special VIP client.

[diavologlazer]

MORE Japanese horror films (recommendations)

Right so recently I've had people reblogging my old post so i thought I'd add a few more to the mix

I'll just get straight into it so i hope you enjoy (again) ^^:

Rubber's Lover (1996; directed by Shozin Fukui)

Occult (2009; directed by Koji Shiraishi)

Death Powder (1986; directed by Shigeru Izumiya)

S-94 (2009; directed by Shozin Fukui)

Caterpillar (1988; directed by Shozin Fukui)

Anatomia Extinction (1995; directed by Yoshihiro Nishimura)

Organ (1996; directed by Kei Fujiwara)

Tokyo Fist (1995; directed by Shinya Tsukamoto)

Nightmare Detective (2006; directed by Shinya Tsukamoto)

Angel Dust (1994; directed by Gakuryu Ishii)

Cure (1997; directed by Kiyoshi Kurosawa)

Goke, Body Snatcher From Hell (1968; directed by Hajime Sato)

Sweet Home (1989; directed by Kiyoshi Kurosawa)

Haze (2005; directed by Shinya Tsukamoto)

I know this list is short but I'll put more updates if anyone cares for me to do so otherwise hope you like it!!

(I also might post a Slavic horror films list if anyone is interested since i love the cinema)

also for anyone wondering my letterboxd is jugiii ^^

[burningexeter]

Here's a damn solid amount of all the different kinds of media that I like to think both can definitely fit well in and could actually share the same universe as one of the most acclaimed animes ever made's absolute peak in my opinion, Attack On Titan, specifically the first two seasons of the anime, the Royal Government arc in the manga and a Mikasa and Historia-led sequel series with the subtitle Deathwatch, which you can both read and see below for yourself right about here:

• Julius Avery's Overlord (2018)

• Gore Verbinski's Pirates Of The Caribbean Trilogy

• Jon Turteltaub's National Treasure Duology

• Steven Spielberg's Indiana Jones Series (1 - 4)

• Stephen Sommers' The Mummy (1999)

• M.J. Bassett's Solomon Kane (2009)

• Michael Mann's Thief (1981) & Heat (1995)

• Remedy Entertainment's Alan Wake & Control

• Frank Darabont's The Shawshank Redemption & The Green Mile

• William Friedkin's The Exorcist (1973)

• William Peter Blatty's Exorcist III: Legion (1990)

• Zack Snyder, Jay Oliva & Eric Carrasco's Twilight Of The Gods (Netflix Series)

• Chris Carter's The X Files Series (First nine seasons, Fight The Future, Millennium & The Lone Gunmen)

• Joss Whedon's Buffy The Vampire Slayer & Angel

• Vince Gilligan's Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul & El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie

• Kurt Sutter's Sons Of Anarchy & Mayans MC

• John Carpenter's Big Trouble In Little China

• Robert Rodriguez's From Dusk Till Dawn

• John Milius, William J. MacDonald & Bruno Heller's Rome (HBO Series)

• Martin Lisemore, Joan Sullivan, Herbert Wise & Jack Pulman's I, Claudius (BBC Mini-Series)

• Neil Marshall's Centurion (2010)

• Sergio Leone's Dollars Trilogy & Once Upon A Time In The West (1968)

• Sam Mendes' 1917 (2019)

• Kim Jee-Won's I Saw The Devil (2010)

&

• id Software's DOOM Video Game Series (1993 OG, Hell On Earth, 3, 64, 2016, Eternal & The Dark Ages)

[rockislandadultreads]

Warm Up with a Good Book!

Need a book to spark your interest & keep you warm? Check out one of these fiery recommendations! Make sure to also log whatever you read for our upcoming "Snow Many Books" Winter Reading Challenge, which begins this Friday, January 12th!

Where There Was Fire by John Manuel Arias

Costa Rica, 1968: When a lethal fire erupts at the American Fruit Company’s most lucrative banana plantation burning all evidence of a massive cover-up, and her husband disappears, the future of Teresa’s family is changed forever.

Now, twenty-seven years later, Teresa and her daughter Lyra are picking up the pieces. Lyra wants nothing to do with Teresa, but is desperate to find out what happened to her family that fateful night. Teresa, haunted by a missing husband and the bitter ghost of her mother, Amarga, is unable to reconcile the past. What unfolds is a story of a mother and daughter trying to forgive what they do not yet understand, and the mystery at the heart of one family’s rupture.

Dance Among the Flames by Tori Eldridge

Passion. Horror. Betrayal.

Across forty years, three continents, and a past incident in 1560 France, Serafina Olegario tests the boundaries of love, power, and corruption as she fights to escape her life of poverty and abuse. Serafina's quest begins in Brazil when she's possessed by the warrior goddess Yansã, who emboldens her to fight yet threatens to consume her spirit. Fueled by power and enticed by Exú, an immortal trickster and intermediary to the gods, Serafina turns to the seductive magic of Quimbanda. It's dangerous to dance in the fire. But when you come from nothing, you have nothing to lose.

Girls Burn Brighter by Shobha Rao

Poornima and Savitha have three strikes against them: they are poor, they are ambitious, and they are girls. After her mother’s death, Poornima has very little kindness in her life. She is left to care for her siblings until her father can find her a suitable match. So when Savitha enters their household, Poornima is intrigued by the joyful, independent-minded girl. Suddenly their Indian village doesn't feel quite so claustrophobic, and Poornima begins to imagine a life beyond arranged marriage.

But when a devastating act of cruelty drives Savitha away, Poornima leaves behind everything she has ever known to find her friend. Her journey takes her into the darkest corners of India's underworld, on a harrowing cross-continental journey, and eventually to an apartment complex in Seattle.

The Archive of the Forgotten by A.J. Hackwith

The Library of the Unwritten in Hell was saved from total devastation, but hundreds of potential books were destroyed. Former librarian Claire and Brevity the muse feel the loss of those stories, and are trying to adjust to their new roles within the Arcane Wing and Library, respectively. But when the remains of those books begin to leak a strange ink, Claire realizes that the Library has kept secrets from Hell - and from its own librarians.

Claire and Brevity are immediately at odds in their approach to the ink, and the potential power that it represents has not gone unnoticed. When a representative from the Muses Corps arrives at the Library to advise Brevity, the angel Rami and the erstwhile Hero hunt for answers in other realms. The true nature of the ink could fundamentally alter the afterlife for good or ill, but it entirely depends on who is left to hold the pen.

This is the second volume of the "Hell's Library" series.

[henleyxjacobs]

He said, "I'm just curious, is this for real or just an act? Can't tell if you love or hate me, never met someone like that... Drive me so (so, so) crazy, did you know you got that effect?"

⌜  madison beer  ,  24  ,  cis woman  ,  she/her ⌟  ╱    is  that  GREEDY  by  TATE MCRAE,  i  hear  playing?  oh  that  has  to  mean  HENLEY JACOBS  ,  is  about  to  clock  in. i  hear  they're  a  SENIOR  who's  been  away  studying  MUSIC PRODUCTION  at   NYU. it  sure  is  a  shame  they've  grown  up  to  be  rather  COMPASSIONATE  and  DETACHED. word  on  the  strip  is  that  they're  back  home  for  the  summer  and  working  as  a  MUSIC INSTRUCTOR  at  SOUNDSCAPE,  to  earn  some  extra  cash,  in  order  to  buy  a Chanel necklace  but  don't  tell  them  i  told  you  that  !  

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Henley Noa Jacobs NICKNAME(S): Hen, HJ LABEL: The Girl Next Door AGE: 24 DATE OF BIRTH: September 22, 1999 ZODIAC: Libra Sun, Virgo Rising, Scorpio Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her NATIONALITY: American HERITAGE: Russian, Moroccan, Ashkenazi Jewish SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, Russian (very little) OCCUPATION: Aspiring Singer/Songwriter/Influencer || Music Instructor @ Soundscape RELIGION: Agnostic (spiritually influenced, though) SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual; Biromantic

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Madison Beer HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT: 116 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Left HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel SCARS: Fingertips from playing guitar for so long (barely noticeable) TATTOOS: Tiny honey bee on right ankle, dainty bow on right wrist with cursive 'lovebug' written right above, 'eventually' in dainty cursive script on side of left ring finger.

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adroit, Romantic, Loyal, Brave, Compassionate, Passionate, Ambitious, Benevolent, Comical. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Guarded, Sensitive, Stubborn, Easily Bored, Enigmatic, Detached. LIKES: The beach, surfing, drawing/sketching, going to coffee shops, the sound of records playing, observing others, the smell of a new book and the smell of rain, astronomy, nature, cable-knit sweaters, the smell of rain, the city lights, large bows with curled hair, old drive-ins, traveling, art museums, Shakespeare, Van Gogh, deep conversations, road trips, poetry, midnight dances in the rain. DISLIKES: Being told what to do, confrontation, being the first to show up, being the last to show up, not being taken seriously, someone underestimating her, the cold, feeling rushed, the sensation of being crowded, being called ‘selfish’ or 'ungrateful', restriction of freedom, close-minded people, being talked over, fake friends, when people only compliment her looks.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: Nyctophobia DISORDERS: Anxiety ALLERGIES: Seasonal (Pollen)

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Denver, CO CURRENT RESIDENCE: Manhattan, NY / Denver, CO EDUCATION LEVEL: BA in Music Production & Business from NYU - working on her MA FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: - Emilia Jacobs - Mother, Deceased - Alexander Jacobs - 49, Father, Not in Contact

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Sushi DRINK: Water MOVIE: Romeo & Juliet (1968), Serendipity TV SHOW: New Girl, Rick & Morty BAND: The 1975, The Killers, The Beatles, Lana Del Rey SONG: Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INFJ ENNEAGRAM: The Expert (3w4) TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good SIN: Lust VIRTUE: Humility ELEMENT: Air CHARACTER PLAYLIST

"I'll put you through hell just to know me."

► BIOGRAPHY

Henley was born in Los Angeles, CA to Emilia and Alexander Jacobs. The beautiful sight of the baby girl was expected, what took everyone off guard was that Henley was collateral beauty to her mother's passing whilst in childbirth. The trauma enough that it sent the business tycoon running with his new bundle of joy to Denver. The girl knew the basics of her parents' story; Emilia moved to LA with a dream and $20 dollars in her back pocket. She had a face that belonged in the movies, and she was sure she was going to make it happen. Alexander came from a long line of old wealth - the industrialists that paved the way for the new business magnates of today. He saw her sing at an open mic night and he was a sucker. She saw him from the stage and sung to him - the rest was history. It was why he took the loss so hard, turning to alcohol so quickly like his father before him. Meanwhile, little Henley was trying everything to have any sort of connection. When she couldn't, she found herself boarding herself up. To a degree, she blamed herself. It only made sense that he wanted nothing to do with her when she killed mom. Though her father's choice of escape was alcohol, the brunette would easily slip away into fantasy worlds thanks to books when things got hard. She promised herself that no matter how dark life got, she was to be her own beacon of light; if she couldn't do that for herself, then she would be that for others. She was the quiet girl in school that everyone wanted to know, and she hated it. The reasoning being that she knew she had more to offer than her looks, but that was all anyone really saw in her. Even her own father told her to utilize her looks to get ahead. Instead of anger, it only fueled her to prove everyone wrong. She was in honor society, the president of the physics club in high school, took AP courses in art history and government policy. There was only one person who truly saw her, and that was her first love in high school. Though she had friends, none of them were every as close nor as understanding as Astrid. It was pure - they just wanted to know one another and be around one another. Her father actually liked Astrid, so did all her friends - though no one but their closest circle knew what they genuinely were behind closed doors. What was most important was that she let her walls down around Astrid; she truly felt free enough to be herself shamelessly. When the first semester of college hit, Astrid claimed she wasn't ready to come out and that was the end of what Henley felt was her once in 20 lifetimes. Maybe the fact her father liked Astrid was a red flag. Maybe she did something wrong - didn't love her the way she needed. Either way, her walls came back up and they were stronger than ever. It was that break-up that became the foundation of her inspiration for her first couple EPs. When the second EP came out, Henley didn't expect the attention it got. Now as she works on her first studio album, Henley is cementing her walls in place and attempting to navigate this chaos of the entertainment industry; where no one cares who you are, but cares who you know and the number of followers you attain.

► PERSONALITY

Henley is bright and sunny, but facades as a black cat. She is hellbent on keeping people at an arm's distance, seeing that she opened herself up fully only to get hurt. Her new motto is to leave before getting left. It's funny though, because she does have a big heart and she's prone to loving hard once a crush is formulated. She's a supportive and loyal friend once you have her in your court. Henley is prone to boredom and goes through these bursts of needing to go out, or needing to stay in - there's no in between. Henley knows she's sought after, so she likes to make people jump through hoops only to then walk away and throw their number away. She's into literature, art history and poetry. She actually writes poetry, herself, and her favorite thing to do is get lost in an art museum. Most don't know this about her, but Henley likes to game. She utilizes gaming to alleviate anxiety. She is just a huge ball of sunshine squished into a protective prison she built for herself, okay?

► PLOTS

The Best Friend: This person was most likely there when the Astrid situation went down and is Henley's shoulder to cry on as well as her go-to friend when she needs to get out of the house. They've been friends since middle school, possibly before! There's so many ways to play them - the best friend could be tired of Henley's self-recklessness or they could be the enabler. - OPEN

Childhood Friends: Same as above, these people were there during the Astrid scenario. They could meet at any point in their growing up - but these people would be close to Henley and they're almost joined at the hip. - OPEN (x3)

The PR Friend: Someone in the music industry who is utilizing Henley for clout. Henley wouldn't be aware of this, or maybe she is and is just stringing this person along - but I think it would be interesting to have a fake friend who Henley thinks is genuine. - OPEN

Ride or Die: Was a hook-up in the process but they wound up getting high and just talking all night. This is someone that Henley could sit in absolute silence with and be content, or when she's flying off the handlebars, this person can bring her back. Smoke sessions, deep conversations in the AMs. - OPEN

But, Do I Suck?: The music testers. This person is someone Henley runs her music by before putting it out into the world. They could be her genuine friends in the music industry, or maybe they went to NYU together and they met that way. - OPEN (x2)

Once You Have Me, Will You Want Me Still?: Blind date that turned into a hookup and Henley left before they woke up because she got scared. Ya know, she just doesn't want history to repeat itself. - OPEN

[sillysymbol]

ive never seen riverdale but i like to entertain my mom by telling her the wild ass shit that i hear happens on it can you help me by providing me with more True Events That Actually Happen on this show

archie gets attacked by a bear and then has a nightmare where he kills himself. like his sleeping body. in a dream

tabitha tate, a character introduced in season 5 after the timeskip and also new jugheads girlfriend is riverdales guardian angel who can also time travel

jughead fakes his death to get away from his evil prep school

evil boardgame

the farm.

reggies weird possessed truck that talks to him

the rivervale multiverse plot line. rivervale is just riverdale but sadder and weird supernatural shit happens (not the usual weird supernatural shit)

betty serial killer genes. oh yeah and her dad being revealed to be the evil serial killer the blackhood. my favorite thing about it is that the blackhood is known for his green eyes but bettys dad had blue eyes so to make this plot twist work they just made his eyes green for the episode its revealed

the fact that betty had a secret brother but it turns out hes actually not her brother and some other fbi agent is her brother. hes also in love with the fake evil brother

edgar evernever attempting to escape the fbi with a tiny rocket. his belt buckle spells out edgar. i love that so much. edgar is the leader of the farm cult btw

archie bisexuality crisis

the fact that the 50s timeskip even happened. what do you mean cheryl had to use all of her friends combined superpowers to melt a comet and it somehow just put them in the 50s

the evil racist classist british demon, "percival pickens"

the literal devil is shown in the show and its never explained. like twice. once in rivervale and a second time to send percival to hell before he curses riverdale to be destroyed

pops is a holy area where all evil is not allowed

tabitha tries to stop the MLK assassination when she traveled back in time to 1968

no jarchie kiss :(

cheryl and toni are actual soulmates destined to be together in any timeline or universe. some nice doomed yuri you know

jughead carves out a womans tattoo and then just gets beaten to bits to stop veronicas dad from gentrifying the southside of riverdale

betty almost gets lobotomized

thats all i have in me. funy show