#Is it obvious that I love Jeffrey

[semiweirdshipper]

How I feel when I update each of my stories.

I've always wanted to make a post describing how each one of my stories made me feel when I updated them. I guess I thought maybe it could give you guys some insight to how I really feel. Because, in all honesty, I don't like updating some of my stories. But I still write for them because I know you guys like them. It's not really that big of a deal though. I just made this post for fun.

1.) My Own Exit Gate. Piece of cake. The short chapters help give me a break. There's no major drama on the sides. It's a simple uphill battle. Not a lot of brain power has to go into it. Extremely easy to write. Allows me to relax if I'm ever feeling depressed.

2.) Miracle of The Moonlight. Used to be my favorite but I lost my passion due to lack of confidence. But I still love it! Difficult to write because of all the multiple perspectives. The reader is mentally all over the place which requires a lot of brain power to write. No one really cares for it which used to hurt.

3.) Reverse The Dancing Knights. Officially the most difficult story for me to update. Long chapters. Too much plot. Too much action. It keeps me all over the place. Too many characters and relationships. Will have sex which I suck at writing. Too much backstory. The reader is not going to be that happy which I hate. But the show must go on! I love my killers.

4.) Fate of Broken Roads. My least favorite story. Feels like a chore to update. I always feel pressured. I have to write sex which, once again, I'm not good at. I have no layout for it which means that I wing it with whatever comes to my mind, so the fact that I don't like it makes it difficult to want to think about it. Love Jason though.

5.) Battle of The Imaginary Minds. Ahh, talk about stress relief! Officially my least violent story. Only have to deal with one intimate relationship instead of several. Has my baby Jason in it who I love writing! Lots of cute themes. Real world time so there's more unique plot that I can use. Love the slow build. The followers for that story are adorable and I love them. It's just a fun, feel good story. I also don't get to write Jason enough.

6.) My Saddest Journey. My personal therapeutic story. Write it for myself to help cope with my anxiety and trust issues. Has my favorite comfort trope which is father figures. Feels good to write some times and difficult to write other times depending on the plot. It helps me get emotions out. I enjoy writing it.

One shots that I enjoyed writing the most and wish I could write more for.

1.) My Gelastic Flower. Part of the "MY" Collection, this story hits close with the reader having epilepsy like me. But I also really loved how Frank turned out in the story. It's one of the best portrayals of him I've ever written, and I just wish I could have written more of it.

2.) Embracing The Realm of Control. Ok... This story is just hilarious, come on. Everyone's naked? The reader has a problem with fainting? Oh my gosh, it's just too funny. I wish I could have seen how far I could get with it.

3.) The Underdogs Great Stand. Not only is this story purely about killers who don't get a lot of attention, but it's also the only story I have with a reader who was done wrong by rumors, lies and manipulation. Secretly... I do have a layout created for this, with plot and everything. It was supposed to be my first attempt at getting everyone to love Jeffrey, but I never updated.

4.) Circumhorizons Form With Faith. Ehhh, I'm not gonna delve too deep into this one. But the reason why I love it so much is because of the expansion of characters and the different route I took with the Entity's realm. Different groups of people have to survive the fog monsters? Uhh, awesome! Plus it holds my fondest memory where I made Jeffrey likable for the first time ever.

5.) Now That's a Cut! First thing I have to say is... JEFFREY. Dealing with another reader close to me (asexual), this story is just very personal for me and it deals with one of my favorite characters. I'm so proud of this story because it opened up so many hearts to Jeffrey, and I want to finish the job by finishing the story one day.

6.) 3x Mass Overlap. I love this story because it's written in real time which means more plot. I used Hannibal, Wesker and Herman, all of which have the hots for the reader. It's funny, unique and full of drama. I really, really would like to update it one day. It would also give my head a break from all the angst and let me have fun with some humor.

7.) These Muddy Waters. I enjoyed this story because this is my only reader who allowed anger, hatred and bitterness to take control of them, and now they're just mean to everyone, which is a common response to sadness. The point is to show how far the killers are willing to go to make the reader happy even though the reader is deeply scarred and hateful. Idk. I just thought it was unique.

I just had a thought... Why are my story titles always so dramatic?? Lol.

[vulnerasti-cor-meum]

some film conclusions from the past year or so

teaching mrs. tingle is rene girard mimetic theory; and an evening with bevery luff linn is merely rossini's opera l'italiana in algeri; and machester-by-the-sea is faulkner's novel as I lay dying; and jeffrey was probably named after christopher smart's eponymous cat for I will consider my cat Jeoffrey; and I don't feel at home in this world anymore and killing of a sacred deer and love! valor! compassion! all have garden of eden scenes that are keys to understanding the whole film

[diabolimeservavit666]

This has Asmodeus written all over it. You can't tell me he didn't love Ketch so much in fact that it made him hate himself.

[hannnsh]

family and cars .. 🚗

wow guys yall probbly cant guess who my fav team is cause yknow im so good at hiding and its not obvious at all amirite hah haha …

this came to me from a dream im not joking, its so stupid 😭 this was supposed to be a doodle but i spent way too long on this 😭😓 also pls dont look at the car i cannot draw vehicles for the life of me 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

i do not have real designs for them yet 😔 but i knowww joel is supposed to be john something toretto or whatnot but i cant help it but make these two being all cottagecore and stuff 😭😭🩷 like CMON theyre so cottagecore their colours with all the greens and browns and orange UGH, also i give them clothes i would actually wear too soooo yea heheeee

also idk if u can tell but i love jeffrey w all my heart, im so sad he didnt make it in the vids this time but surely we’ll see him again in the futyre 😞😞💔💔

closeup tehee

[bragginball-z]

If Dean and Cas aren’t supposed to be seen in a romantic light, then why do so many canon characters view them as in love/secretly together??

Like Jeffrey relating to Dean with how he lost his demon and suffered just like Dean is currently suffering since he lost his angel?? And how he literally prefaces relating to Dean’s current unhealthy/unstable state by admitting that he’s in love with the Demon that possessed him?

Or how Balthazar tells him “I think you have me confused for the angel in the dirty trench coat that’s in love with you.”

OR Crowley telling Cas that he smells like the impala and that they “agreed they wouldn’t make out with the boys”?

OR OR OR! How, just in general, it’s a reoccurring theme for basically every character in the show to point out the significance of Dean and Cas’s relationship and how they obviously share a intimate and PAINFULLY OBVIOUS bond?

Just something that’s been haunting me lately, no biggie.

[lemoncrushh]

Her Album

Summary: Harry has finished recording his album, and he wants her to hear it.

Warnings: Angst, lots of feelings

Word Count: 2.9k+

A/N: A short one-shot written in 2019 in first person from Harry's POV. While this is not necessarily a reader fic, the woman's name is never mentioned. This was written before Fine Line was out, so it's pretty wild to think about it now.

The album was done. I’d made a visit to the studio to hear the final mix and then had lunch with Jeffrey and Glenne. As I drove home, I listened to the songs again in the car, deciding not to stop at my house when I got there, but instead to keep going so I could give one last listen straight through.

I’m not sure how I ended up on her street. It used to be automatic, like taking my shoes off before my trousers, or putting the cap back on the toothpaste. I’d driven down her block so many times before, I probably knew it better than my own neighbourhood.

I sat in the car for a long time, staring up at her window. I wasn’t even sure if she was home. I couldn’t tell if a light was on, but it was the middle of the day and that window was her bedroom, so she could’ve been anywhere else inside. I let the album loop around to the first track again, the opening chords hitting me in the chest just like the first time I’d heard them.

I wanted her to hear them too. I wanted her to listen to the melodies and have them bring back the memories that had inspired me to write them. I wanted her to listen to my lyrics and know they were all about her, even the ones that weren’t as obvious. Songs about love and loss. Songs about sex and lust and forbidden fruit. Songs that sounded like they were about something completely different, hidden behind loose meanings and innuendos.

But they were all about her.

I scrolled through my phone and opened the contacts to her name. We hadn’t spoken in weeks, maybe even months. I’d lost count. Being in the studio had helped to heal my broken heart, and my pride, but it certainly hadn’t erased her memory. She was with me every single day, every moment that I worked on a song.

I almost tapped on her name, my thumb grazing over it. But I stopped myself, turning off my phone, and then my engine. Climbing out of the car, I walked around it to the pavement in front of her building, once again looking up at her window. For a second I considered being like John Cusack in Say Anything, holding up an 80s boom box and serenading her with my music so she’d notice. But I reckoned that was borderline stalking, not to mention disturbing the neighbours, so I made my way to the stairs and climbed them to the second floor.

I stopped in front of her door, staring at it for a good two to three minutes before I even lifted my hand. I took several breaths, wondering if I was making a mistake. She probably didn’t wanna see me, let alone talk to me. She didn’t give a shit about my album. She had moved on.

But I was there. I felt like something had brought me there for a reason, and that reason was to play her my music. Let her know exactly how I felt about her - how she drove me crazy and how she’d hurt me and how I’d hurt her. How in love with her I’d been. How I still…

Finally, I knocked, a little too softly at first, but I didn’t want to startle her. At least that’s what I told myself. When no one responded, however, I knocked again, much louder and with determination.

“Jesus, I’m coming!” I heard her yell from inside. “Hold your-”

She stood before me with a half-eaten apple in her hand, her mouth open and her eyes wide. She wore a t-shirt and shorts, her hair pulled back in a loose bun and no makeup. She looked beautiful.

“Hey,” I said, my voice not quite cooperating so I sounded like a frog.

“Harry.” She said my name in almost a question, though she knew it was me. She just wondered why it was me.

When she didn’t say anything else, I shifted my eyes up and down the hall and shrugged.

“Can I come in?”

I admit, I expected her to nod and step back to let me inside her apartment. But when she shook her head, my face fell.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she remarked.

“Um...why not?”

“Because…” she began, her tone hard as steel, “I just got over you.”

“Over me?” I gulped.

“Yeah. It’s taken me a while, but I finally am,” she explained, placing the apple on the table by the door. Then wiping her hands on her shorts, she leaned against the door frame. “You haven’t shown your face here in nearly three months. I can’t just let you waltz on in here and undo everything.”

“‘m not…” I stumbled, “‘m not undoing anything.”

“Then why are you here?”

Her gorgeous but stern eyes glared at me, piercing through my heart. I looked down at my feet, thinking I’d made a mistake by coming. She didn’t want any more to do with me. I’d waited too long and missed the window. Maybe there hadn’t even been one.

Lifting my head, I looked at her beautiful face again. It was then that I recognized the shirt she was wearing - my old AC/DC t-shirt.

“Looks like you’re not completely over me,” I pointed. I dunno why I said it. It was petty and juvenile.

“What?” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

She looked down at the emblem on her chest, seemingly just realizing what she had on. With a sigh, she dropped her arms.

“I just like it,” she said, her head held high. “And you basically gave it to me anyway.”

“No, I didn’t.” Shut up, H, you’re making it worse, I thought to myself.

“Well, you left it here. And I ended up sleeping in it. And you never came back, so…” She crossed her arms again in defense.

She was right. The last time I’d been in her apartment, we’d had a massive fight, and I’d told her it was over and stormed out. She’d tried calling and texting me for a couple days, but I’d ignored her, stubborn with pride. When I’d finally agreed to talk to her again, I was only being a right twat, unable to see or accept her side. So, we only ended up fighting again until she said she needed some space.

“I was giving you your space,” I muttered, knowing damn well I sounded like a wanker.

“For six weeks?” she snorted and shook her head. “You have some nerve, Harry.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“What was that?” she stepped closer to me, her brows furrowed. “Did you really just say you’re sorry?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Sorry for what? For breaking my heart? For being a dickhead? For not calling or texting or even saying one word to me for freaking ever? For telling me it was over in the first place? Or for showing up here now when I’m finally over you?”

I blinked. “All of it,” I admitted.

Her lips twitched, and for a second I thought she was going to smile.

“Fuck you, Harry!” she exclaimed.

Stepping back, she grabbed the door, ready to slam it. But I brought my hand up and stopped it.

“I want you to listen to it,” I said, remembering why I’d come.

“Why should I listen to you?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“Not to me. To the album. It’s finished, and I want you to hear it.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You can’t be serious. You came here so I’d listen to your new music? You really are a douchebag.”

“No, you don’t understand, I-“

“You’re right, I don’t,” she interrupted. “But seems to me you had weeks to explain yourself, Harry. I’m done crying over you.”

She was about to shut the door again when I called out, “I’ve been crying over you, too!”

She stood still, her hand on the door that was opened only a crack. Leaning her forehead against it, I could tell she was holding back tears. I didn’t want her to cry now, at least not over this.

“Liar,” she croaked.

“It’s not a lie, ba-” I almost called her baby, but I knew she wouldn’t like that. Not yet. “Please. Let me in. You don’t even have to talk. Just listen to the album.”

I stood silent for a moment, watching her eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks. Finally, she let out a sigh and stepped back, opening the door to allow me to step inside.

“Thanks,” I muttered low as she closed the door behind me.

She didn’t reply. In fact, she didn’t even look at me as she grabbed her half eaten apple and went into the kitchen. I stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for her return.

“Okay,” she gestured toward me as she plopped onto the couch. “Go ahead.”

Spotting her laptop on the coffee table, I pointed. “Do you mind?”

She merely nodded and I sat down next to her and opened it. Then sliding my hand into my pocket, I pulled out the USB drive and plugged it in, bringing up the files I’d saved in the studio. With a click of the mouse, the first track began to play, those familiar chords ringing once again. I sat back and watched her, waiting for some kind of reaction on her face.

But none came.

Not when the first track ended, nor when the second song started, the first lyric blatantly about her. I started to get restless, rubbing my palms on my knees and bouncing my leg. I ran my fingers through my hair, a habit she used to tell me was endearing, only now she didn’t give any indication that she even noticed.

Finally, during the third song, I saw her make the slightest move, leaning against the arm of the sofa and resting her head in her hand. We made eye contact for a second before she quickly looked away, her eyes hazy. I wondered what she was thinking. I wanted so badly to ask, to pry it out of her, but I’d promised she needn’t talk.

We were halfway through the album when I caught more movement out of the corner of my eye. I’d been sat with my head down, unable to look at her during track seven, the most intimate and personal song I’d written. My gaze lifted to her, and I noticed her shoulders were shaking. Her head was still in her hand, her cheeks now wet with tears.

I wanted to reach out, to hold her in my arms. God, I wanted that so bad. But I let her be. I knew she needed to cry without me giving false promises that everything was okay. None of this was okay.

I’d cried when I’d written that song. I’d broken down in the recording booth when I’d sung the chorus for the first time. I only just realized as I watched her body shake with sobs that I’d been an idiot for not telling her how I’d felt. But maybe...just maybe she could finally hear me through my songs.

By the time that track ended, I was in tears too. I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand, sniffling as I tried to compose myself. I sat back on the couch again, my head leant back. I shut my eyes and listened to the next song, one a little more uptempo. I tapped my fingertips on the cushion at my sides, humming softly. This song was about happy memories, when we’d laid on the beach or beside my pool last summer. When we’d been so in love and hadn’t a care in the world. Before all the fighting and jealousy and…

I almost didn’t feel it at first, her hand brushing mine. It was such a light touch, I thought perhaps I was imagining it, lost in the song. But my eyelids fluttered open when I felt it again. I stared at my right hand on the cushion, her slim fingers over mine. She used to like to do that, when we’d be sat together watching a movie, or lying in bed reading. She’d trace my hand and knuckles with her fingertips, her delicate hand dancing over mine before I’d smile and thread our fingers together. It was an unspoken gesture of affection we’d had. I missed it.

God, I missed her.

I raised my head to look at her. I half expected her to be looking at me too, but she was focused on our hands. Her expression wasn’t one I’d hoped either. She looked sad, her cheeks still tear-stained. I wanted to kiss them, make it all better.

I opened my mouth to say her name, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat and she looked at me. I turned my hand over then like I used to, wanting to thread our fingers together. But she pulled away, her jaw set.

“Why’d you do that?” I asked, my voice a deep rasp.

They were the first words either of us had spoken since the music started, and I instantly regretted it, knowing I’d meant to stay silent until the end. We were on track nine now, a couple more songs to go. I still wanted her to hear all of it. I wanted her to know I still felt the same, even though I wasn’t completely over the anger, over the heartbreak. But I’d spilled my guts out in my songs. I was shit at communication, I knew that. I hoped that she could understand it all in my music.

“I...I don’t know,” she whispered.

She crossed her legs then, sat in the corner of the couch. She reached behind her head and pulled at her bun, letting her hair fall freely down her shoulders. She seemed comfortable, at least less resistant than she had when I’d knocked on her door. I could tell she wanted to talk, but she kept her mouth shut because I’d told her she could. I also felt like she was really listening though. And that was really all I wanted.

“That was a really good song,” she surprised me after track ten. But she didn’t say anything more.

Clearing my throat again, I sucked in my lips when the final song started. If track seven had been the most personal, this was the companion to it. This was me giving my heart, me asking forgiveness and giving it back. This was me wanting another chance to prove how I felt about her. I’d known as I was writing and recording it that the possibility of that happening was slim to none. But I had to take a chance. I was tired of keeping it bottled up, being a stubborn prat because I’d wanted my way and had to be right. I was all kinds of wrong. I knew I wasn’t fully to blame for our break-up, but I was taking responsibility and owning up to my part in it. I hoped she could hear that in my voice.

By the time the song was over, my head was in my hands. I perched on the edge of the sofa shaking. I’d already listened to it a handful of times in the studio and in my car, but it hadn’t had the effect it had now, sat in her living room with her beside me. I was sobbing like a baby.

“Harry…” I heard her whisper.

When I lifted my head this time, she was right beside me, her face so close it startled me. Her hands were in her lap, and she wrung them like she was either nervous or was trying to keep herself from touching me.

“I’m so sorry,” I cried. “For everything.”

“I know,” she nodded. “I heard.”

“Will you forgive me?” I asked, turning to face her. I wanted to lift my hand to touch her face but thought better of it. Instead, I hesitantly reached for her hand. I was pleasantly surprised when she let me take it.

“Only if you forgive me, too,” she said.

I let out a deep breath and leant forward. I wanted to kiss her but wasn’t sure if she was ready yet. Lifting my hand this time, I grazed her cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb.

“I still love you,” I admitted. “I never stopped. I’m just so sorry I waited this long.”

She bit her perfect bottom lip, her big eyes blinking fast.

“I thought I was over you,” she said. “I thought you were over me.”

“Guess we were both wrong.”

She leant into me then, and I took it as my cue. I took her into my arms and kissed her, like I’d wanted to kiss her for months. She felt so good against me, and I quickly found myself shedding more tears.

“We still have a lot to talk about,” she whispered when I released her lips.

“I know,” I agreed. “I promise I’m not walking out this time.”

“Good,” she nodded before kissing me again.

We ended up listening to the album again together while we prepared and ate dinner. There were more tears, but also lots of conversation. We had a long way to go, but I was hopeful.

Something had made me drive down her street. I guess it was me.

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[tang3r1n]

still on my shitty dabi kick and i think i struck a chord with @mostlyheinous so here’s random ass shit i think a deadbeat bf dabi would do

18+, hard dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, smoking, forced drinking/taking of drugs, dabi purposely makes you have a bad trip on acid, unprotected sex, anal (referenced plus a thumb in the stink) i’ll add more idfk

kay first off, along the smoke vein, dabi would absolutely threaten to put his cigarettes/blunts out on you if you keep crying (openly, he loves watching you cry all quiet n sniffly)

he’s also no doubt changed you around the apartment with bugs/gross shit just to make you squeal and beg him to put it away

“baby it’s jus’lil beetle~” while waving a fucking 4in long roach he found outside in your face, “gimmie a big, sloppy kiss and i might throw Jeffrey away, as much as it pains me to.”

constantly making you exchange physical/sexual acts for practically basic respect

“show me your pretty tits and i’ll let you go hang with those stupid cunts— no i’m not gonna stop callin’em that, they’re dumb cunts.”

loves making you suck him off right after work, still all musky from the day, his cock even more salty from sweating all day (scent/smell kink is my fav im SORRY.) plugging your nose and jutting his hips out harshly to make you gag and cough around his cock, the sinfully wet noise making him groan out a chuckle as he watched you cringe

any and all attempts to change his behavior end with gaslighting and fake hurt plastered on his face as he breaks your fucking back in bed

“ungh- you’re such a fucking good girl f’me.. i love your, pretty, im so sorry you feel the need to accuse me of such things- god squeeze my dick like that again, fuck yeah- i..uh- gonna make you cum so hard, show y’how this noisy cunt ‘sall mine..”

steals your panties and jacks off with them right fucking in front of you, dick swinging and balls out as he strikes himself with your panties pressed against his face. his bright ass blue eyes piercing into you while he noisily huffs in the smell of your pussy and licks up the crotch of them like the perverted degenerate he is

oh and when you try to break it off, setting him down to explain that he is just..too much.. for you, he goes ballistic.

grabbing you by the hair and dragging you to the bedroom, placing you down still surprisingly softly as he ferociously tears off your clothes and starts eating you out like his life depend on it (idk to him it might, he’s a loser)

once he’s got you all whiny and soft after a few mind-shattering orgasms, he’ll start coping and trying to slip you back into the haze of his glaringly obvious manipulative love

“don’t say stupid fucking shit, pretty, jus’cuz y’on your period or what-the-fuck-ever is going on in that lil head don’t mean you can treat me like this.”

hell chastise you while he fingers you, fingers blurred as he finger-fucks you dizzy, fishing his cock outta his dirty jeans and scoffing as you whine and cry again, shuffling up the bed

he pulls you in again by your ankles, a scarred hand quickly silencing you as it softly pressed against your throat, a silent threat, as he spoke patronizing words to your sex and lust filled mind,

“just be my good angel one more time, pretty,” he forces a crack in his voice, flexing his throat so he sounds tearful and sad, “i just..i love you s’much, wanna show my pretty girl, my everything, how much she means t’me,”

the second you nod he’s grinning manically and flipping you over, forcing his cock into your wet cunt and rabidly humping against your ass, dick barely leaving and inch before pumping right back in as deep as it’d fit.

he’d spit on your other puckered lil hole, making your cry and squirm yet again as he pushes his thumb against it, gut burning with lust and a perverted sense of affection

“no- nononono angel- calm it down, i jus’wanna feel your cute ass ‘round me, promise it’ll just be my thumb— yes pretty i pinky promise

(he ends up cumming in your ass i don’t make the rules mb)

other than failed breakups and gaslighting, dabi also likes getting his pretty wasted

like… really wasted.

dabi’ll give you shit after shot, even making you sit pretty for him while he spits Jack Daniels into your awaiting mouth

he spikes literally all drinks he makes you and it’s so obvious but he just tells you it’s to ‘loosen your bitchy ass up,’ but in his own special, joking tone.

cut to you blowing cum bubbles while you suck him off, completely drunk, head dizzy and body fuzzy as he records you almost mindlessly salivating over him.

“say hi to Shigaraki f’me, pretty, little bastard is gonna love seeing you all horned up and slutty~”

he also shotguns his blunt/pipe/bong hits to you—never lets you hit in your own

dabi loves it if you sit on his lap during this too, a rare domestic scene of you both just vibing and grinding, soft praises and touches that feel unreal coming from him

the he ruins it by slapping your ass and making you cook him dinner

wait i had a funny idea hold on

“babe can we please go see my momma today— it’s just that it’s m’birthday and you made me skip it last year..”

“pretty, that bitch hates my ass, why would we go see someone who hates us?” (notice he says ‘us’ anyways)

[cut to momma glaring at dabi the entire time they’re over and throwing shoes at him once he opens his fucking mouth]

kay that’s all for now ig

wait

sometimes when you’re falling asleep you can hear him obsessively rambling and mumbling abt how much he loves you, how disgusting everyone else alive is, how he’d kill anyone who dared talk to-LOOK at you, how he thinks you’re such a soft, beautiful little thing that he just wants to protect but oh how he fucking loves ruining your angel wings.

[princess-glassred]

I'm fascinated by what could have potentially happened had Henry succeeded in killing all the losers. Aside from the obvious of Pennywise never being defeated, and assuming IT doesn't kill him because he's a fantastic scapegoat, imagine how big the fallout of this would be.

Henry would be found out almost immediately, if not from his own incompetance then from IT deliberately luring the cops to him so he'd be arrested. He'd either be sent back to the ward for the crimimally insane, or, worst case scenario, Henry's crime might be so heinous Maine would consider bringing back the death penalty just for him. The version of events told by the media would be that Henry is a lunatic who committed a string of murders when he was a young child, then broke out of Juniper Hills and committed another string of murders. The timeline wouldn't match up at all, given that people were dying before Henry broke out, but the media wouldn't focus on that.

This case would probably make national news (at least for a little bit) given that Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, and Ben Hanscom were super famous individuals and them all dying together would be an insane story for the public. Of course pennywise covered things up, but these aren't just abused kids or bums who live in alleys. Bill and Richie have an actual fanbase, Ben was on magazine covers, and Bev was a well known fashion mogul. I can only imagine how messy things would be if Tom and Audra died too and the media added them to Henry's list of victims. Audra was a famous actress/model and Tom was Bev's business partner. This shit would have been everywhere.

The goreyness of the case would bring a lot of attention to Derry and I imagine with how insensitive Derry can be they'd use this in tourism. Before this all they had to make people come to Derry was the canal days, so i'm sure sombody would be eager to capatalize on it. The tourism boom would probably cause Derry to be a little gentrified and thus bring more people to Derry than ever before. It would have a plethora of new meals and probably eat more than it'd ever dreamed it could.

Henry would become a pop culture figure, much of the same way we see people treat Jeffrey Dahmer or John Wayne Gacy. IT would love all of that attention because the more people focus on how fucked it is Henry killed people the less people focus on Derry as a whole. Of course there'd been tragedies in the town before, but none of those victims had been famous, and besides: this is the 80's/2010's, the way media sensationalized things would be a lot worse with the prominince of TV/the internet.

There'd probably be some documentary made about Henry's life using what little information they could gather around town. Nobody had even seen henry since he was arrested and nobody talked to him before, so it was basically gaurenteed anyone who got interviewed was lying for attention. There might be a terrible movie made about him at some point, similarly to how in Carrie the black prom incident got a movie that sucked. Henry would probably lack the ability to understand how famous he'd gotten, if not be totally ignorant to it. A few people would get mad that Mike Hanlon and the other numerous victims of Henry who weren't famous get no attention. Tik tok would do it's tik tok thing. True crime crush community girlies would have a field day with young pictures of Henry (especially in the 2017 continuity).

Henry would become a well known person to arm chair diagnose, the kind of killer you write research papers and books about. There'd be plenty of books about Henry too, discussing his fucked mental state and proposing theories about why he did what what he did, a lot of which based on offensive and outdated views of mental health (ie: homosexuality being a mental disorder).

[quarterlifekitty]

Letterboxd: Ghost

this is just a little series I'm starting about characters watching movies, and which movies make them point at the screen and go "look, that's us lol". This ended up MUCH SADDER than I thought it would.

cw: spoilers to the listed movies. graphic description of violence (description of the events within the movies), sort of a dive into Ghost's dark thoughts concerning your relationship.

Frankenhooker (1990)- Ghost does not think you know how completely fucked up and beyond saving he would be if something happened to you. He would lose whatever remains of his ability to discern right from wrong. Which is why he thinks Elizabeth Shelley and Jeffrey Franken are so cute! If you died and there weren't enough pieces to put you back together, he would definitely kill a bunch of hookers to make you a new body. And he likes to think you would do the same for him.

Saw (2004)- The original gay bathroom. Something about the relationship between Lawrence and Adam just gets to him. He would do way more than just saw off his foot if it meant saving you.

The Fly (1986)- Simon sometimes wonders if this relationship is held together by your pity for him. If all this time, you've been watching him lash out and degrade and it fills you with disgust and sympathy, and that's the only reason why you put up with him. He wonders if you're waiting for the day that he doesn't come home. He wonders if his desire for a family with you is born of the desperation for self preservation-- if a child from the two of you is the only way to preserve the piece of him that's still human, to prove that it ever existed once it's stripped from him like everything else. Also, every time he does something for you that requires a lot of raw strength he totally says "could a sick man do this?". He knows it's not a direct quote but it's close enough.

Prometheus (2012)- David 8 and Elizabeth Shaw. He feels like sometimes you're the only one outside the taskforce who sees him as a person. He's spent his entire life being used by people who see him as a machine. Sometimes, when he's feeling despondent and selfish, he feels like he would gladly poison the entire world so that you were the only ones left. And no, he never got around to watching Alien Covenant, so he doesn't know that David cuts off Shaw's head and did genetic experiments on it and keeps it as some sort of flayed souvenir in his study. Don't tell him.

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947)- Besides the obvious connection to the title, sometimes Ghost feels like your love wasn't meant to be. That he's holding you back. That you met at the wrong time, in the wrong lifetime, maybe. That maybe you could be happy together for real in your next lives. That it would be best if he left you be.

What I'm saying is that he does cry when you watch movies occasionally. Very rarely, he hastens to point out.

[ttsblogg]

The Fun Part.

Jon Bernthal x f!reader

a/n: bro.. okay so for context in this fic Y/n is Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s daughter so there is an age gap. ;) there is smut in this fic so please read at your own discretion! !MDNI! that’s all enjoyyy - tt 🫧

“There you are, sweetie.” Jeffrey called out to his daughter. Y/n and her dad were at reunion party for their show, the walking dead. “Yeah, sorry mom just called saying she was on her way.” Y/n said coming out of the bathroom. “Had me worried there, everyone’s asking for you.” He said bumping her arm, Y/n laughed as they walked side by side towards the hall room.

“Oh my god there you are! Y/n, how are you?” Christian said embracing her. Y/n hugged her back. “Oh my goodness! I’m good and yourself?!” She answered. “I’m great! God it’s been to long!” Christian said as they let go of their hug. “It has!” Y/n said pouting her lips. Danai and Lauren came towards them, and they all greeted each other.

“Y/n I heard that you were starring in the ‘Elvis’ movie as Priscilla?” Danai exclaimed. Y/n blushed, “I am! We’re going to start filming in about 2 months, I’m so excited.” She smiled. “Woah! Congratulations!” Lauren said. “I saw that Mr. Austin Butler was casted as Elvis.. isn’t he a handsome man.” Danai said wiggling her eyebrows at her. Y/n blushed again. “Yeah, i think Austin could be good for you!” Lauren said winking at her.

“Woah who’s handsome?” Y/n heard Jon say from behind her. “Yeah and who would be good for Y/n?” She heard Norman say, now next to her. Y/n laughed and embraced them both. “Oh I would love to know the answer to that one, no one will be good enough for Y/n. She’s too perfect.” Jon said winking at Y/n making her shake her head at his comment. “Yeah yeah Jon don’t try to act all tough.” Danai said patting his shoulders. “We were just talking about Y/n’s upcoming role in the new Elvis movie.” Danai added. Jon looked over at Y/n with that look. “Ain’t that right?” Y/n nodded. “Congratulations, babygirl. That’s a huge role.” He said raising his eyebrows at her. Oh that pet name..

Y/n and Jon have always been flirtatious towards each other when they grew a closer bond while filming twd. Of course, everyone thought it was friendly considering their age gap, but deep down Y/n new it was more than that. She saw the way he looked at her. The way he’d hold her gaze until she couldn’t anymore and would look away, just to feel his stare burning at her. She could innocently be biting her lip concentrating on her script and he’d make a comments like, ‘don’t do that, babygirl.’ She’d ask why and he’d never give her a legitimate answer, he’d just say, “just don’t.” then walk away. She would always brush away his side comments or behavior but deep down she knew there was something there. Something unspoken. A strong tension between the two.

Who’s to say she doesn’t have her fun too and tease him sometimes. Of course she did. But that all it was. Just teasing each other, still they never crossed the obvious line between them.

“Thank you, Jon.” Y/n said. “Well, I need a drink. I’ll be right back guys.” She added. “I’ll go with you, I need a fill.” Jon said. Y/n nodded then they both made their way over to the bar. Once they reached the bar, they both ordered their drinks. “Elvis? I’m assuming you’ll be playing Priscilla?” Jon asked leaning against the bar, placing his elbows on the bar top. Y/n nodded, “I am.” She responded. “Mhmm, and what’s his name, Austin Butler will play Elvis?” He asked. Y/n looked over at him to find him already staring at her. She grinned, “He is.” She answered. Jon nodded his head “okay okay.” He said. “What no more questions? Aren’t you going to ask me whether I think he’s cute or not?” Y/n asked. Jon chuckled at her question, “What makes you think I’d ask that, babygirl?” Y/n rolled her eyes at him. “Just a question I’d thought you’d ask.” She said, thanking the bartender for their drinks. She took a sip of her drink and turned over to look at Jon again. “Well, is he?” Jon asked making her laugh.

“There it is.” She said smirking at him. “Don’t do that.” He said looking away from her. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Do what?” She asked innocently. He looked back at her bringing a hand up to rub his chin. “You know what, Y/n.” He said looking at her with that look, again. “Don’t do that.” She said to him now. “Do what?” He said mimicking her. “That look you’ve been giving me.” She said. Jon chuckled. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” He said taking a sip from his drink. Y/n looked around them making sure no one was looking their way. When the coast was clear, she leaned into his ear and whispered, “I think you do, Jon.” She said then bit her lip seeing the way his jaw clenched. “What’d I tell you about biting your lip, hm?” He said looking down at her lips. “Why does that bother you so much?” She asked reaching a hand up to his tie, slightly tugging on it.

Jon let out a big sigh, “I think you know why it bothers me.” He said making eye contact with her. She huffed with a smile, “I really don’t Jon, you’re going to have to be more specific.” She teased releasing his tie and stepping away so their at a regular distance from each other.

Jon shook his head at her. “You’re killing me here, you know that.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “Again, you have to be more specific. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you want from me, Jon.” She said then picked up her cup and slowly started walking away from the bar. “You’re really going to leave me just like that?” He said turning around to look at her. She turned around to look at him once more, “I already told you, Jon. Gotta be more specific, baby.” She said before turning back around to where the group was at. Baby. This girl is going to be the death of me. Jon thought to himself. He shook his head and watched her from afar. Looking at how short her red dress was. Thinking about running his hands up her legs to her inner thigh-. “Jon! My man, you’ve been hiding from me?” Jeffrey said taking a seat next to him. Jon quickly came back to reality. “Nah nah man. I’ve been here what do you mean?” Jon laughed looking behind Jeffrey making eye contact with Y/n as she was already staring at him. She smirked at him before looking away continuing her conversation with the girls.

small time skip..

The night was filled with drinks, dancing, speeches, a few tears and nostalgic memories. Y/n felt so grateful to be apart of such a strong casted group, this is experience was like no other she’s had in the past. Everyone on this cast cared so much about each other. They were all so united, no matter how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other, that bond was always there. “Seriously guys, I think I speak for so many of us here when I say, I really needed this.” Lauren spoke up. Everyone nodded their head in agreement. “Yeah, it’s been tooo long.” Steven said wrapping his arm around Lauren. “Thank you to Alanna and Christian for putting this together!” Y/n said. “Yeah, cheers to you two for doing this!” Jon said raising up his cup.

After their moment at the bar, Y/n and Jon could feel a strong tension between them. This tension was nothing compared to the other times. This time it was stronger, less friendly���filled with desire and lust. No matter how much they tried to ignore it, this time was different and they both knew it. And Jon was reaching his ending point.

“Hello, again.” Jon said from behind Y/n, she was sat at the bar again in same spot she was earlier. Y/n turned around to look at Jon. “Hi, Jon.” She smiled. Jon took the spot next to her and ordered his drink. “Fuck it.” Jon sighed. “I can’t be the only one that feels this..right?” He suddenly said. Y/n looked over at him and furrowed her eyebrows, she was about to speak up but Jon cut her off right away, “Don’t start again, you know what I’m talking about, Y/n.” He said placing his hand on her exposed thigh. Y/n shivered under his touch. “I know.” She said lightly placing a hand over his. Jon grinned and bit his lip, only to let it fall along with his hand. Y/n immediately felt cold where his hand once was. “We can’t though.” He said shaking his head. Y/n waited until the bartender left after giving Jon his drinking, before leaning in closer to him.

“Why not?” She asked. Jon took a sip from his drink, “Y/n you’re gorgeous. I-I mean if I haven’t made it known already, I’m very very attracted to you, but-“ Y/n placed a hand on his thigh. “But what? My dad?” She asked. Jon groaned at the feeling of her hand inching closer to his clothed cock. He was relieved that the place was dark so you couldn’t see his bulge popping through his pants. He stopped her hand before she go any further. “He would absolutely murder me.” He said honestly. “And that’s what makes this all more interesting.” Jon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but keep a small smirk on his face wanting her to continue her explanation. “Us sneaking around behind my dads back? Kind of hot, don’t you think?” She whispered, biting her lip. Jon groaned at the sight. Feeling himself grow more and more impatient. He looked around the room, the same way he did earlier, the out of no where he grabbed a hold of Y/n’s hand, “C’mon.” He said pulling her towards a halfway and into a family bathroom. It wasn’t your usually bright, white bathroom. It matched the dark elegant style the whole banquet hall had. Romantic, some may say.

Once they were inside, Jon popped his head out to make sure no one saw, then came back inside and locked the door. He turned around only to find Y/n leaned up on the empty gold counter next to the sink. Fuck me. Jon thought to himself. She looked at him with the most innocent yet dirty eyes. Jon made his was over to her, “You think you’re bad, huh?” He said causing Y/n to tilt her head in confusion. “Think you can handle me?” He said placing his hands on the counter, trapping her. “Think you can handle me?” She challenged, placing her hands over his clothed chest rubbing it softly, biting her lip. Jon huffed bringing up a hand using his thumb to untuck her bottom lip. “Oh, babygirl you don’t know who you’re talking to.” He said before slowly leaning in, capturing her lips with his, keeping his thumb on her chin while the rest of his fingers rested on her jaw. They both let out a sigh, almost like been yearning for this moment. Which they have.

Jon slightly pulled away from their kiss so they can catch their breath. “Fuck.” Jon breathed out feel his pants get tighter from his bulge. “Such pretty soft lips.” He whispered moving his hands down to Y/n’s thighs rubbing them before placing his hands behind them, gently lifting her up on the counter. He then started kissing her jaw down to her neck, Y/n’s hands naturally made their way to his hair, tugging it making him groan against her skin. He continued kissing down her neck to her chest. “Jon.” Y/n whispered. “Hmm?” He hummed against her, making her feel the vibration against her again. He came back up to face her. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He said caressing her cheek with his thumb, keeping his other hand firmly gripping her thigh. “That’s the only way this is going to work.” He added looking into her eyes looking for any type of regret. Y/n shook her head. “No, I told you, you need to be more specific with what you want.” She challenged him again, making Jon huff again.

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking me right now?” He asked. Y/n nodded. “Believe me, I do.” She said setting her hands on his shoulders. “Now, are we going sit here and talk all night, or are you going to fuck me?” She said raising her eyebrows at him. Jon chuckled, “Yeah.. that’ll do it.” He whispered leaning again, kissing her roughly, like he was starving. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Her legs opening so he was trapped between them. Her dress ridding up from his hands rubbing her thighs, each time getting closer to her clothed pussy. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” Jon admitted as he started unbuttoning his dress pants. “Hmm, if you only knew you didn’t have to wait so long.” Y/n whispered kissing down his jaw to his neck.

Y/n’s widened at the sight of Jon’s cock, it was large and thick— with a red tip, begging for it to be sucked. Jon chuckled at her reaction. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you, baby.” He said kissing her neck, his hands slowly made their way under her dress. His fingers hooking on to her panties, pulling them down. “Such a pretty pussy, babygirl. This what you’ve been hiding from me?” He said looking down at her glistening pussy. His thick fingers made their way to it, slightly rubbing her slit making her flinch at the contact. Y/n threw her head back in satisfaction, slightly closing her legs everytime his fingers brushed over her clit.

“Keep em’ open for me, baby.” Jon said tapping her inner thigh with his hand. Jon removed his hand from her pussy, making Y/n feel cold from the separation. He rubbed her arousal on the tip of his cock before grabbing Y/n’s hips to bring her closer to him. “I’m only asking you again because I want to make sure you’re comfortable with this. Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked lightly holding her chin with his fingers. Y/n smiled and nodded, “Yes, Jon. I promise.” She said, kissing his finger tips. Jon smirked. “Alright then.” Giving her a kiss before slowly inserting himself in her.

Y/n gasped at the feeling of him stretching her out. “Fuck, you’re so big.” She moaned. Jon grinned, his eyes never leaving her face, he wanted to take in every second of it, completely fascinated by the way her face was filled was so much pleasure. “Doing so good, babygirl.” He said rubbing her thighs as he inserted the last half of his cock letting out a sigh in satisfaction and waited for Y/n to fully adjust.

As soon as he got the nod from Y/n that she was okay he wasted no time slowly thrusting his hips into her. One of her hands went to Jon’s tie, pulling it slightly, while her other hand stayed flat on the counter top. “Takin’ me in so good, baby. Look at you.” He moaned causing Y/n to smirk and through her head back again.

Jon looked down where their bodies connected. “Fuck, such a good girl coating my dick, baby.” He said. Y/n lifted her head to look down where he was looking. Y/n chuckled feeling her cheeks get warm. “Oh fuck I’m so wet.” She said letting out a moan. Jon smirked at her up and brought her closer to the edge of the counter. “Oh fuck.” She let out closing her eyes as Jon started thrusting faster and harder. “How does it feel, baby? Talk to me.” He whispered kissing her lips. “S-so good, baby.” She said against his lips. “Fuck.. yeah? You like the way my dick feels inside you?” He said his voice was low and raspy. Y/n nodded, not being able to speak as she started to feel like she was getting close to her climax.

Jon smirked feeling her clench around him. “O-oh my god.. Jon.” She moaned looking down between them again. Jon captured her lips with his again. “I know, baby. I can feel it, let go for me.” He said.

He continued thrusting harder, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until he felt her legs shake around him. “Oh fuck!” She yelled. Jon brought a hand up to her mouth as she continued moaning. “Shhh.. fuck yes baby give it to me, cum on my fucking dick.” He whispered. She held him tight as she came. Her nails clawing at his wrist and neck.

Once Jon felt her calm down he removed his hand from her mouth. She let out a sigh. “Oh..my god.” She panted. Jon smirked at her pulling her in for a kiss. Y/n wrapped her arms around him tight giving him a more aggressive kiss then he intended for, but gave in, smiling into their kiss. She pulled away with a bright smile causing Jon to chuckle. “Good, babygirl?” He asked rubbing her thigh.

Y/n nodded her head. “That was.. great.” She said. “I uh.. had my fun with other guys and um came but before but never like this.” She smirked. She grabbed a hold of his—still rock hard cock in her hand, causing Jon to bit his lip at the feeling of her pumping him in her hand. “Yeah?” He said, she nodded her head again, feeling herself get aroused all over again. “They didn’t have you shakin’ like this?”

“Mmm no..” She shook her head. She slowly got off the counter, ignoring the aching of her thighs. She leaned up giving Jon a kiss before turning him so he was leaning on the counter and got on her knees infront of him. Her eyes never leaving his as she bit lip and started pumping him in her hand again.

“Hmm, so fucking pretty.” He whispered. Y/n grinned before turning her attention to his cock. “Needing a real man to show you how it feels to really cum, hm?-“

Knock, knock! “Hello? Anyone in here?” It was Jeffrey. Y/n and Jon paused. Jon pulled her up from her knees and brought a finger to his lips, signaling her to stay silent, only to be met with a light chuckle. The doorknob wiggled. “Hellooo?” Jeffrey said. “Y-yeah occupied, man!” Jon yelled out. Y/n could tell how nervous Jon was, but it only turned her on even more..

“Oh Jon! Sorry man I thought I heard Y/n.” Jeffrey said. “Definitely n-not aha.” Jon stuttered. Y/n had made her way back down to her knees and started stroking his cock in her hand. “Do you know where she could be? I’ve been looking all over for her.” He said. Jon slightly groaned feeling Y/n wrap her lips around his cock, sucking him. “N-no I’m not to..uh sure, J.” Jon responded trying to hold back him moans.

He placed a hand behind her head, looking down at the way she was sucking him off. He could see the slightly curve in corner of her lips. All he could think of was how crazy but right Y/n was. He just fucked his best friends daughter in at a party and he’s now talking to him through a door as she’s sucking him off, it was intriguing. Such a kinky girl. He thought to himself. “You good, man?” Jeffrey asked. Jon cursed under his breath as she started bobbing her head faster—her hand going in a twisting motion, adding more friction.

“Yeah! Man sorry just.. trying to uh-concentrate.” He said closing his eyes feeling like he was about to cum. Jeffrey laughed. “Uh okay then. I’ll umm leave you to it i guess. Let me know if you find her!” He chuckled. Jon heard his footsteps grow quieter as he walked away.

“Oh! Fuck!” He semi-yelled as he came in Y/n’s mouth. She happily swallowed his load and cleaned the corners of her mouth as stood back up, leaving Jon panting. “Told you, it’s hot isn’t it?” She asked, referring to the comment she told him earlier. “You are crazy, baby. Sucking my dick while your dad is on the other side of the door?” He said running his hand through his hair. Y/n can see the faint smile of his lips. “Mmm but you seemed to have enjoyed yourself though.” She said picking up her panties—pulling them over her thighs. “Or am I wrong and you never want to do this again?” She said placing her hands on her hips. Jon laughed as he zipped his pants back up.

“You got jokes baby, c’mon we’re leaving. I ain’t done with you yet.” He said pulling her towards the door. “What about my dad? He’s going to continue looking for me.” She said. Jon looked back at her with a smirk.“That’s the fun part isn’t it?”

[respectthepetty]

Hi, this is random, but I saw your post about Pit Babe and you said you will never trust Charlie (Charles ha ha). Just wondering if that means you’re pro/against him and Babe and just don’t like Charlie (for obvious reasons, he did not need to do All That last season)?

I don't know if you followed my journey with the first season, but I watched it muted, without subtitles, on double speed, and with the tag blocked, so I was really livin' la vida loca. I had no freakin' clue what was happening, and even now . . . I still don't really know. But I do know that Charles and Jeffrey were pissing me off every single episode because they would NOT stay blue!

And because I had no damn idea what was going on, a chunk of these characters were suspicious and pissing me off, so I was convinced for the first half of the show that Charles was mind controlling Babe with his superpower

Charles keeps moving Barbie's head and body to face him. He never lets Barbie turn away from him. Then, when Barbie is clearly upset, Charles continues to kiss him, which is why I think he his mind controlling Barbie. When his arm was in the sling, Babe could push him away before Charles could start his mind control bullshit. Sometimes, it's noticeable when Babe's face softens, which should come off as sweet like "ah, look how he drops his defenses around Charlie" BUT LOOK AT THE WAY HE DROPS HIS DEFENSES AROUND CHARLIE! Charles doesn't even know how to drive, yet Babe gave him a car. Charlie's dick game may be strong, but mind control is stronger.

Does this not look like mind control?

I also heavily suspected Waymond of doing it too, so some mutuals decided to tell me that Waymond's power was mind control AND CHARLES WAS TAKING OTHER PEOPLE'S POWERS!!!!!!

AND I WAS LIVID!!!!!!

So to answer your question, I do not want Charles with Barbie because I do not trust him to not do something wild to protect Barbie instead of just communicating, like FAKING HIS OWN DEATH!

But Barbara apparently loves that special brand of crazy, so if he is Gucci than I'm Goodwill, or whatever.

I. Don't. Trust. Him.

[veliseraptor]

December Reading Recap

It's not that late in the month! It's still January!

long-ass post cause I read a lot last month; putting it under a read more to save your dashes.

Feast of Souls and Wings of Wrath by C.S. Friedman. I've really enjoyed this series so far, which has been sitting on my shelf forever because it shares an author with the Coldfire Trilogy, which I love. I read a complaint about it that was criticizing the fact that the male characters are less well developed than the female characters, which is, to be fair, kind of true, but also the female characters are pretty great so I'm not really complaining. It's got some gender issues as one might expect from a early 2000s fantasy series, but fewer than I would've feared, and it's interesting enough in terms of the worldbuilding and story it's telling that I've put in the effort to track down the books (which aren't the easiest to find anymore). Looking forward to reading the last one, slightly delayed by my used copy getting lost in the mail.

Super-History: Comic Book Superheroes and American Society, 1938 to the Present by Jeffrey K. Johnson. I don't know why I keep reading books about superhero comics when they keep disappointing me, but for some reason I do keep doing it. Very shallow analysis and I learned absolutely nothing new from this book. I suspect I spent too much on it. Ah well.

Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh. Me and novellas have a love-hate relationship - when I like them I really like them but a lot of times they don't work for me. I've had this one on my shelf for quite a while and was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. A lovely little story with the texture of a fairy or folk tale.

Seduced by Story: The Use and Abuse of Narrative by Peter Brooks. This book was interesting but not quite what I was hoping for - I wanted more of a dissection of the way that the tendency to narrativize everything can be problematic (in the academic sense) but I felt like that ended up being less the focus than I wanted it to be, and that there were fewer examples of the trend than there could have been. I think I found the first chapter the most compelling of the five, personally.

When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill. I really enjoyed this book while I was reading it and then read a bunch of critical reviews and was like. Hm. Maybe this wasn't that good after all. So I'm not sure what to make of that - either my own taste is bad or I was just enjoying the ride too much at the time to notice. I suspect the latter might be the case. Not that it was bad, but it was certainly a somewhat shallow and obvious metaphor, and I feel like the return of the dragons halfway through the book ultimately weakened the book as a whole.

Bird Box by Josh Malerman. Not my favorite work of horror but I did love that (a) everything remained unexplained all the way through to the end and (b) the sustaining of tension was impeccably done. I powered through this book in a single plane ride, pretty much, because the pacing dragged me through it without wanting to stop.

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo. I've had this novella on my shelf for ages too, and while I didn't love it quite as much as I expected to based on the responses I've seen elsewhere, it was a good one, and actually felt well suited to a novella (which is sometimes my issue with them). I'm going to be picking up the sequel, when I get the chance.

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier. Apparently this past month was the month of (a) picking up books that'd been sitting unread on my shelf for a while and (b) fantasy books from the early 2000s. I enjoyed this one but wasn't overly impressed by it, on the whole; certainly not enough that I'll be picking up the following in the series, though that's partly because what drew me to this one in the first place was the conceit of the fairy tale retelling. And I will say that, of the fairy tale retellings I've read - and I've read a fair amount - this was one of the better ones.

The Hunter by Tana French. Been a long time since Tana French, and also I always forget how much I like reading mysteries until I read another mystery. Also how much I like Tana French. I really liked this one and I'm glad I finally got around to it.

Orbital by Samantha Harvey. Read this little novel on a recommendation from my father and while it's certainly not my usual fare I'm glad I did. I'm not totally sure what to make of it as a whole but just in terms of the reading experience, and the prose itself, it was a pleasure to read.

The Secret History of Moscow by Ekaterina Sedia. Yet another book that I've been meaning to read for literal years! I don't even remember when I picked it up or why, I think it was sort of an impulse purchase possibly based on a blurb comparison to Neverwhere. I didn't love it but I'm glad I read it just the same - there's definitely something about the texture that reminded me a little of Sergei Lukyanenko's books, which I remember really liking and now kind of want to reread. I wonder how hard those are to find these days.

Black Water Sister by Zen Cho. Definitely one of my favorite books I read last month. Possibly the favorite. I really liked Zen Cho's other work I've read but I think this is my favorite of hers, and definitely comes with a recommendation - also cements that I'm going to be looking for more of her work in the future.

Wonder Woman Unbound: The Curious History of the World's Most Famous Heroine by Tim Hanley. Yes, another history of comic books and another...well, it wasn't as much of a disappointment as the other one, but I still found it fell short of what I wanted, particularly in the analysis of more modern comics. The skating over of Greg Rucka's run felt particularly egregious to me, personally, and I don't think that's just because I really like it. I did learn some things from it, but on the whole found it less than edifying.

The September House by Carissa Orlando. One of my other favorite books of the month and one of the better works of horror I've read in a while - the profoundly unreliable narrator and the gradual reveal of just how unreliable is very well done. I'm not sure that the twist on the twist worked for me - that it wouldn't have been better with just the twist - but I felt the book was well done enough to earn the benefit of the doubt on that front.

American Scary: A History of Horror, from Salem to Stephen King and Beyond by Jeremy Dauber. Better than the last history of American horror I read, but still not particularly outstanding in terms of the actual analysis, and I didn't learn a whole lot that was new from my other readings on the topic.

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman. I've not read any Lev Grossman before because I heard pretty mixed things about the Magicians Trilogy, but my sister recommended I give this one a try and I'm glad I did. I'm not deep in Arthuriana, and perhaps someone who was would feel differently (and I'm not totally sure how I feel about the ultimate antagonist choice), but I liked the way that it used lesser known/more obscure knights and I'm always a sucker for a good aftermath-of-a-collapse story. I guess that's the post-apocalypse literature fan still in me despite the fact that I haven't read much of that genre recently.

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Vol. 7 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou. I'm so glad that we've hit this point in this novel. I'm especially glad because it's now passed the point where the human translation stopped so I can actually read something that's not a (cleaned up) machine translation. But mostly I'm glad because this is the point of the story where things really get juicy (for me, specifically). As usual, the next volumes can't come out fast enough (but also please, translators, take your time).

Challenger: A True Story of Heroism and Disaster on the Edge of Space by Adam Higginbotham. I read Midnight in Chernobyl and really liked it, so I was excited to read this one and felt like I was suitably rewarded, despite being loosely familiar with the outlines of the central story. This book went more deeply into the lead up to the Challenger explosion, and how the warning signs were there for many, many years prior to the launch itself. Compellingly written piece of reportage.

Our Dogs, Ourselves: The Story of a Singular Bond by Alexandra Horowitz. I really enjoyed reading the previous book by this author, but I felt this one was a little...I'm not sure. Sentimental? Polemic? About the author's personal feelings rather than a more scientific/information angle? It was more a book of personal essays than anything else and while that might have been fine it wasn't what I was looking for.

Monstress, vol. 9: The Possessed by Marjorie Liu. Every time I read a new volume of this series I feel like I should go back and reread everything that came before. Continues to be That Good, though, and I'm going to be following this one for however long it goes, which still feels like it could either be a while or not that many more volumes. I'm not reading that many graphic novels these days but I'm happy to be keeping up with this one. If I felt like returning to my old vice (single issues) this would definitely be a series I'd follow month by month.

A Thousand Ships by Natalie Haynes. The entire time I read this book I kept thinking "The Silence of the Girls did it better" and that really, I feel like, sums it up for me. I just wasn't impressed! It wasn't actively bad, didn't contain anything that really pissed me off, but...just felt thoroughly mediocre, and I came out of it not sure what all the fuss was about. So I guess mark another Greek myth retelling down as a disappointment. (And yet, like comic book history, I keep reading them anyway.)

The Fisherman by John Langan. Two whole horror books I actually really liked this month! I've had this one on my list for approximately forever and I feel like it was worth the long wait for me to finally get around to it. I'm a little sad this author doesn't seem to have published anything else, because I would love to read more by him.

The Remaking by Clay McLeod Chapman. On the flip side, horror that was, while not unpleasurable to read, not particularly good. It was very much the definition of "fine." I don't regret the experience of reading it but I wouldn't recommend it either, and probably won't be picking anything else up by the same author.

Black Sun Light My Way by Jo Spurrier. I'm still excited about this series, currently reading the third one, sort of want to make other people read it but (a) it's not that easy to find and (b) I feel funny recommending it for reasons I can't fully articulate. But I definitely have a new terrible blorbo and a new even worse threesome ship and I'm sure there isn't any fanfic. Thank you so much @mongooseland for introducing me to this one.

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So that's December, in books. Like I said, currently reading North Sun Guide Me Home by Jo Spurrier to finish out that series, and then I'm reading the next volume of QJJ that just came out in translation, and then I'm planning on The Legacy of Kings by C.S. Friedman to finish out that series, and after that...not totally sure. Might go back to trying to rotate through genres, but probably not. Maybe there's some more early 2000s fantasy that's been on my list for a while that I can read. We'll just have to see.

[finnlongman]

I'm unsure if this is odd to tell you, but I've been following you for a few months now. This has had the recent result that, while reading Phillip Bernhardt-House's 'Land of saints and sadists: the S/M scene(s) in medieval Ireland', I got really excited that Cù Chulainn came up because he's the tumblr guy's blorbo! I also thought it was interesting because that makes a lot of queer readings for Cù Chulainn that I've encountered despite Irish mythology not being a particular focus of mine. (Though I suppose queer medievalist academia is a small enough circle that it makes sense.)

Thanks for telling me! I was actually unaware of this article, though I've read some of Bernhardt-House's other scholarship, so I just went and looked it up. I've only skimmed it so far; I suspect I probably won't agree with every detail, as we sometimes come at texts from a different angle, but it's welcome to see a discussion of Serglige Con Culainn through that lens. It's such an obvious one, on many levels, but scholarship to date seems rather puzzled about how a beating might relate to any conventional understanding of love-sickness. I mean, there's a reason we nicknamed it Birds, Dreams, Sickness & Magic...

I will say that this particular remark in theh endnotes dealt me a fair degree of psychic damage:

Because, of course, I am a Láeg expert, and have frequently found myself writing about Láeg's role in insulting and restraining Cú Chulainn (physically as well as verbally), as well as their complex power dynamics and Cú Chulainn's use of a phopa to address him (which the group chat does insist on translating as "daddy"). Add to that the fact that almost every detailed physical description of Láeg mentions the horsewhip he's holding -- for obvious charioteering purposes only, OF COURSE -- and so much of this article is focused on horsewhips... well. I'm not saying anything. My mum reads this blog. I'm just listing facts and things that happen in these texts. Obviously.

The way he talks about the masochism of medieval heroic masculinity also reminds me also of Jeffrey Jerome Cohen's notable article Masoch/Lancelotism. For years, I've been observing parallels and similarities between Cú Chulainn and Lancelot that I think would be worthy of more thorough examination and discussion (and for years I have been accepting that probably, if I want this to happen, I need to do it myself). Maybe that would be another aspect of that overlap in character dynamics...

[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Can I ask for an Emily x reader from class of 09?

Emily x GN! Reader

AN: yo w i fuckin love emily. literally the goat. tbh i highly doubt emily would date anyone who's not actually at least mildly insane so i'm gonna make reader kinda fucked up yk :thumbsup: Pairing: Emily x GN! Reader Warnings: Drug use, Codependence, Unhealthy relationships, Violence, idk just expect similar shit to the stuff in class of '09

HCs:

The two of you met when you were trying to find a plug to hook you up with some Addy's. It was pretty fucking surprising that you hadn't gotten your hands on some already, but that was mainly because you didn't want to die on the side of the road after downing some fake laced shit.

Emily was apparently a solid dealer. Sold for decent prices and gave discounts to people she liked more and it was pretty easy to ask her. You literally just walked up to her locker with a wad of cash and she tossed you a half-empty pill bottle and talked with you for a hot minute.

Somehow, you managed to win her over by bitching about Ms. Ames once and the two of you spent a shit ton of time together. Like, a LOT of time. Skipping classes together, going to the mall and selling crack, even sleepovers (that had way too much tension to be considered platonic).

After she stopped taking her anti-psychotics, she went full on batshit. All the shit about Emily being actually insane that all the bitchy kids were talking about? Fuck, they weren't lying. Emily was defending you with her fucking life. Fucking Jeffrey called you the lamest insult known to man and she practically jumped that fuckass.

Even though you guys were literally saying 'I love you' to each other like, 9 times a day, she was just your friend. Supposedly anyway.

Honestly, you highkey started thinking that you'd be 'just friends' forever until her gang boyfriend got his old ass hands on a huge fucking package of crack. You told her to sell it because some dumbass middle schooler would probably pay their life savings for half a gram, but of course, she doesn't listen.

Normally this shit would be mild as fuck but her parents were acting up and being bitchy whiny fucks so Emily had the genius idea of snorting a concoction of whatever mystery substances she had on hand and like half the entire supply of coke.

She was fucking blasted as fuck and she had the dead fish eye shit going on when she just started being weirdly clingy and she gave a violent but oddly heartfelt confession. It was like highkey concerning because of the sheer number of threats she not so subtly inserted in but it was endearing in its own twisted way.

Her words were slurred and the entirety of the little speech she gave could be summarized as the same shit she told Nicole in that one route but more sociopathic sounding???

Anyway boom I'm gonna put HC's on what it's like dating her now.

She probably wouldn't bother telling anyone that you two are dating, but it's so obvious. Like, everyone knows.

If someone says one thing that can be taken as offensive in the slightest to you, Emily will fucking pounce on the asshole and curb stomp them. She'd act all nonchalant about it afterwards.

Since a ton of the other people in the school have beef with her, if you defend her and slander the shit out of them, she'll be super happy about it.

Free drugs. She's not worried about OD'ing at all and takes smoke breaks with you all the time when skipping.

You guys have sleepovers like, everyday. Not even an exaggeration at this point. If your parents or her parents try to tell her no, she curses them out. If they're being particularly bold, she goes through with the slashing tires shit and is on the verge of actually beating the shit out of them.

If you ever get her a gift that she actually likes, she's going to constantly flex it. Get her a nice necklace or something and she'll literally never take it off.

Choose your words carefully. She's going to get pissed as fuck if you say one thing that she considers harsh. Drabble time woohoo "...Fuck, this is totally laced." Emily groaned, leaning her face onto her palm. She ran her free hand through her hair. Diverting her gaze from blankly staring at the table, she stared at you and raised an eyebrow. She opened and closed her mouth as if she lost her train of thought before giggling and leaning closer to you. "I love you. Like, I love love you. I'd kill anyone who even dares to be a bitch to you. I'd kill myself if you asked me to." She nonchalantly says. Batting her eyes, Emily firmly tugs you closer to her. She coyly twirls her hair around her finger while pursing her lips — and she's like 2 centimeters away from violently making out with you. What do her lips taste like? Xanax probably. Fuck, she's actually so pretty. "You're not gonna say it back?" She pouts. She's clearly high off her ass right now. At this distance, you notice the little minute details, like how she painted her nails today and how her mascara's just slightly fucked up. With a hesitant 'I love you too', she digs her nails into your shoulders and pulls you in for a kiss. She's acting almost rabid and she desperately wraps her arms around your torso and breathes into your lips. Slipping her tongue in, she pushes you onto the couch and pins your shoulders down. After what feels like a long ass time, she parts the kiss and takes heavy breaths while staring down at you. "Can I stay the night at your place?" AN: lmfao sorry that took a lil while my internet was freaking the fuck out. anyway this was fun as fuck thank youuuu :3

[ultimateempath]

rating ace attorney investigations 2 localization names, PART 2! Part one can be found HERE

Blaise Debeste --> Excelsius Winner

9/10. I wanna be mad, I really do, but I just can't. Excelsius is super over the top, but I think it's cool as hell. Why'd they give the shittiest character such a metal name-

Jay Elbird --> Rocco Carcerato

8/10! I like it, it fits him and it's fun to say. Plus he does look like a Rocco.

Rocky --> Teddy

5/10. Calling the bear character Teddy is super obvious and honestly just lazy. Come on now.

Astique --> Azea

9/10, a pretty name that's fitting for a circus elephant.

Ally --> unchanged

10/10, they knew better than to change it, no notes.

Sirhan Dogen --> Bodhidharma Kanis

10/10! I was a little apprehensive at first because of how fuckin long that name is, but I did a little research and I actually really like it! They named him after an actual legendary Buddhist monk and managed tasteful dog wordplay, they did him good.

Anubis --> Helmut

8/10. This is acceptable, I understand the meaning behind the name and it fits well! ..Also it's the same name as a Psychonauts character I love so I'm a little biased.

Patricia Roland --> Fifi Laguarde

7/10. It doesn't roll off the tongue as well, but it fits her and honestly she does act like a Fifi.

Delicia Scones --> Delicia Scone

10/10. They only changed one letter, true perfection.

Jeffrey Master --> Samson Tangaroa.

6/10. Eh...it's not necessarily bad, it just feels very off to me. I get what they were going for though and I appreciate that they put thought into it.

Katherine hall --> Judy Bound

9/10! Not what I expected, but it's a pretty name and it fits her well. I also how he surname Bound can be seen as a nod to how she and Samson are bound together in a way.

Dane Gustavia --> Carmelo Gusto

7/10. It fits him well and rolls off the tongue alright. I don't have anything else to say about it.

Isaac Dover --> Artie Frost

7/10. Very on the nose, but in a way that works well! I think it's fitting.

Pierre Hoquet --> Paul Halique

9/10! It stayed a P name and they moved the que to the surname, I'm happy with this!

Jill Crane --> Rosie Ringer

8/10, it's a pretty name and fits her very well. I also really like the alliteration, it's a fun touch.

Karin Jenson --> Florence Niedler

6.5/10. I get what they were going for, but I don't think it really fits her. She just doesn't look or act like a Florence to me. I like the surname though.

Bonnie Young --> Hilda Hertz

8/10. It's certainly more of an old lady name, but I think it fits pretty well.

John Marsh --> Shaun Fenn

9/10, I like it! They kept the wetland wordplay and I think the name fits him well enough! Plus Shaun is also the Irish variant of John, which is a fun tidbit.

[magical-mystery-tour1967]

I tend to find everything wayyy funnier than it actually is at night time, so here is what I find funny in this short clip of Amadeus right now

1. Jeffrey Jones and every character he plays looks and acts like a wax figure that came to life.

2. Bonno's (Redwood Due's) breathing is loud as hell

3. Joseph wags his finger at Salieri

4. He says cattivo in a way someone's dad would say amigo while at a Mexican restaurant

5. Sensible chuckle

6. Van Swieten dresses like he's trying to be the Beast from Beauty and the Beast without being obvious

Slightly longer than it needs to be cause this scene made me realize how much I love F Murray Abraham's voice