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seraphtrevs · 2 months ago

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Since I’m a huge fan of your writing, I’m curious: who are some your favorite writers and what are some of your favorite books or short stories??

Oh man, I've done so much reading over my life that it's hard to narrow down. Like I'm for sure going to leave people out.

For fiction: some of my favorite authors are the Bronte sisters (slight preference for Charlotte - Jane Eyre was one of my first loves and hugely shaped me as a reader and a writer), Daphne du Maurier (favorite of her books - Rebecca), Sarah Waters (can't decide between Fingersmith and The Paying Guests), Angela Carter (The Bloody Chamber), Susanna Clarke (Jonathon Strange and Mr Norell), Toni Morrison (Beloved), Robin Hobb (the Farseer trilogy and Fitz's further adventures, but I've heard good things about the Liveship Trader books!), Terry Pratchett (the Tiffany Aching books are particular favorites), and Anne Rice (well, depending on the book tbh, she's not very consistent lol - the first three Vampire Chronicle books are my favs from her), with special shout-outs to Robin McKinley (Beauty), Avi (The True Confession of Charlotte Doyle), LM Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables), Frank L Baum (I have read every single Oz book - there are a ton of them!) and Madeleine L'Engle (A Wrinkle in Time), who were my favs when I was a kid (along with the Babysitter's Club book lol - but they're mostly ghostwritten so I'm not sure who to credit!)

Right now, I'm re-reading (for the millionth time) The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, which is a collection of fairy tale retellings - but that feels like a really inadequate way to describe it. It's very visceral, primal, and poetic. My favorite story from the collection is "The Bloody Chamber," which is a Bluebeard retelling. Bluebeard is one of my favorite fairy tales, but it understandably doesn't get a lot of adaptation. (I'm very curious what Disney's Bluebeard would look like lmao)

I'm also listening to the audiobook of The Vampire Lestat, which is the reason that Anne Rice is on that list. She really lost me with her later books, but listening to TVL reminded me that actually, she can be very good! She really excels at evocative descriptions and conveying emotion - she's very shameless, in a good way. A woman who always writes with her entire pussy, whatever else you might say about her.

But I actually read more nonfiction than fiction. I'm a big fan of memoirs - not celebrity memoirs (although Jennette McCurdy's I'm Glad My Mom Died was probably my favorite book I've read this year), but memoirs that are more about someone grappling with the human experience - like, sometimes the author has been through something horrible and they've done a lot of mediation on what they've been through, or sometimes the author is just a very astute and entertaining observer of their own (and other people's) ridiculousness. Some of my favorites are Mary Karr, Caroline Knapp, David Sedaris, Cheryl Strayed, Jeanette Walls, Tara Westover, and Allie Brosh.

If I had to pick one to recommend - all of David Sedaris's books are extremely funny. He writes humorous personal essays, so I guess his books aren't really memoirs exactly (google says he's a humorist), but he usually writes about himself so I'm lumping him in this category lol. Me Talk Pretty One Day is a good place to start with his stuff - you will cry laughing.

I also love pop science and pop history - Mary Roach is a super approachable science writer with a quirky sense of humor. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers is so funny and candid - she asks every question you've ever had about dead bodies and then some. I also love Bill Bryson - another very accessible and funny writer - I really loved his A Short History of Nearly Everything, which covers exactly what it says. I ADORE Oliver Sacks - he was a neurologist who wrote so movingly about what it means to be human through the experiences of his patients - The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat reads more like a book of short stories, and I weep like a baby every time I read it (I actually started tearing up thinking of a few cases.) (Btw he's also written beautiful memoirs but I like his science writing best so I'm putting him here. Bill Bryson has written memoir too.) Carl Sagan is also approachable and humane - This Demon Haunted World is my favorite of his. Andrew Solomon's The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression is required reading for anyone who's dealt with mental illness, although it's difficult and painful at times (his Far From the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity is also really good, but also difficult and painful - but worth it!)Diane Ackerman's A Natural History of the Senses has gorgeous prose and is a great book for artists and writers imo - it gets you thinking deeply about how we interact with the world.

For history, I am obsessed with this book called "The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow - it will completely upend everything you think you know about the history of homo sapians. Mike Duncan got his start podcasting - his series Revolutions is about major world revolutions and is essentially like listening to an audiobook, so it's not a surprise his books are pretty fun too. Sarah Vowell has some really fun books about quirky historical topics - her Assassination Vacation is great (she goes on a roadtrip to visit locations in America where famous assassinations took place).

And here are a few other miscellaneous non-fiction writers I enjoy - Sebastian Junger (just finished his In My Time of Dying about his near death experience - super thought-provoking - but it was A Perfect Storm that made me love him), Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas), Jon Krakauer (Into the Wild), Jon Ronson (The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry)

This was a fun question to think about! I hadn't realized I had such a strong preference for female writers until I actually listed all my favs out, which is an interesting thing to know about myself, so thanks for asking!

#i feel so basic for my favorites usually being their most favorite work lol #but like - they're the most famous for a reason!#asks #books

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scribblesbyavi · 7 months ago

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Zindagi ke zakhmo ne humein

bereham bana diya hai

Jane anjane mein humne

aapko khudse dur kar diya hai

Bas abh naraz mat hona kyunki

hum mananay ka hunar bhool chukay hai

avis x ajooba

My co-writer since forever @iwishtoloveyou

#thoughts #writing #scribbles #urdu #love #hindipoetry #hindi

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comfy-whumpee · 1 year ago

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Jane 2

Whumptober 18 - tortured for information.

Avis ordered her clothes, toiletries and treats. Tenten cooked her meals. Paris, now called Florence, sat next to her and snuck glances from the corner of their eye. Kamala went where Florence went, for the most part, but at other times paid her devotion to the cartoons and comics she adored. Roman hid from her. And then there was Boo.

What a ludicrous name. They were clearly living some kind of delusional fantasy, to be acting like one of the real rescues here, accepting a cutesy nickname and allowing the others to treat them like an equal. It was shamefully obvious what had happened to Mistress Tara’s first hunter. They had been tempted by freedom.

‘Jane’ was the living proof that Mistress Tara’s hunters could never be free. She wasn’t as experienced as ‘Boo’, but she could do enough to find them, and find simultaneously their target. Now she was here, as they were, to be taken on as a rescue. But she would not swallow their lies.

At the end of her first day, Avis showed her to a small room, equipped with the barest minimum furniture, and apologised. “It’s a guest room,” she explained inanely. “The bathroom is right across the hall. My room is at the other side, there’s a sign on the door with a bird on it. Come and knock if you need anything at all.”

Jane nodded. The room was warm and had carpet, so it was already a far cry from what she was used to.

Avis withdrew. Jane closed the door, sat down underneath the window with the curtain drawn back, and waited.

Boo didn’t sleep.

It was impossible. The nightmare had come true. There was, in this house right now, someone who meant to do them all harm. Florence being returned to their Sir was bad enough, but losing them would destroy Kamala. She needed to devote herself to someone, and after the presumed death of her old owner, losing Florence would reopen that emotional wound. Tenten and Roman, with their trained invective to be perfect, would naturally assume guilt for something they had nothing to do with. And Avis… Avis was doing this all because she had lost her son. If she lost someone else…

There was nothing for it. Boo stayed awake and listened. They listened to the footsteps settle into silence as each of them went to their own rooms. They listened to the light switch turn off in Florence’s room next to theirs. They listened to the pines creak and settle. They listened to the faint shift of wind across the roof. They listened, waiting, for a door to open.

They listened without moving. They could do this for hours, and they did. It was the dead of night when the traitor made her move.

They heard the door open. The footsteps were almost silent, but she didn’t know where the floorboards were solid and where they creaked. Even as she did her best to creep along the landing, she set her foot on the board between the third and fourth railings around the stairs, which let out a short groan.

Boo listened, tense for the sound of Florence’s door opening. Would she try to abduct them straight away? Would she threaten them? Try to win their trust? Think. What would a hunter do? What would Mistress Tara expect?

They darted back from the door a moment before the handle started turning. She was coming in here. She was coming in here and they hadn’t locked the door because they were complacent and used to being safe here and now she was in the doorway, closing the door behind her, locking the door behind her as they’d neglected to do and now they were face to face.

They stared at her. She stared back.

“Hunter,” she said.

“Hunter,” they returned. The word came out instinctively. The first time they had spoken since arriving here.

That was what Boo had to do, they realised. They had to act normal and tell their practised lies. If she realised that they had betrayed their Mistress, she would make them pay.

“Why are you here?” they asked, forcing their voice to emerge smoothly without the rasp of disuse. They couldn’t let her see how true their presented self had become.

“Mistress grows impatient,” she replied, still staring them down. “You have made no progress in three months.” “I have made progress,” they return. Their voice is level, not defensive. They are colleagues exchanging information. “I have earned the trust of the target and the others here. They view me as damaged and pitiful. Working here takes subtlety, because our work is illegal. The dynamics here are delicate.”

Could she tell, they wondered, that this was another act? Could she see the terror beneath their confidence? They breathed normally. They did not tense, blink, wince, or give any tell. Control yourself.

Her face was impassive. “The client demands action. We play this role because we can do the illegal and suffer no consequence. I will call for transport tomorrow. You will get the target out of this house.”

“Impossible,” they say flatly. “Have you not noticed the structure? Outings are dictated by Avis. Kamala and Paris will not be separated. Kamala acts as their caretaker and chaperone at all times.”

“She is weak and can be overpowered.”

Boo did not flinch. But the factual statement made them pause nonetheless. Mistress Tara’s methods had changed, from one hunter to the next. Had she trained Jane alongside them? Or afterwards, when she noticed their failure? What threats and promises had she instilled in her second pet?

“I was discouraged from harming other pets,” they tell her, to explain their surprise. She would no doubt have noticed.

“We do what is necessary,” she replied.

Boo considered her again. This was what they had been. This was how they had looked from the outside: dead-eyed and driven, seeing no way out but forward, imagining no other path, no other life. Avis had given them one without asking for permission, and Boo was glad, because they would have said no.

Could Jane be offered the same? They doubted it. She had been sent with a strict time limit. She had no time.

Even if she did, and she was sent on to another shelter, what then? Mistress Tara would not stand for it. She would sent more hunters. She might even come herself. Even Boo wasn’t sure that they could stand up to her in person. But still…

Avis – and Florence – would want there to be a way.

“We do,” they agreed. “When is the deadline?”

The knife appeared without warning and was against their neck a moment later, their back shoved into the closed door, hand around their arm, pushing it back from interfering. Boo froze, instincts drowned in the need to stay in control. Their pulse raced but the rest of them would not move.

Jane’s expression was unchanged as she pressed the stolen kitchen knife to their throat. She looked down at them without emotion. They looked back the same.

“You hesitated,” she told them. That was that. “Tell me what would make Paris leave the house.”

Boo exhaled. Their heartbeat was pounding all the way through them, down to their fingertips and toes. She was loyal as they had been. She was determined to succeed. She had no mercy, no sympathy, or none that she could ever act on. They felt their back sting with the slash of the whip. She was fresh and bold and implacable. They had more experience, but they had grown weak. Despite every workout, every sweep of the house, every night spent awake planning and plotting in case of danger – they had grown weak.

“Five,” she said. Mistress Tara did the same thing. Their strategies were learned from her. Their tactics were taught. Even their accents were the same as hers.

“Four,” she said.

“You are too rash, sister,” they tried, hoping to at least shock her with the offer of family.

She showed no reaction, but the knife jabbed down into their shoulder, breaking through cloth and skin, but only just.

Boo did not tense.

“Mistress Tara explained your weaknesses,” she warned them. The tip of the knife grazed the edge of their bullet wound scar. “What would cause Paris to leave the house?”

Control yourself! Their back burned. They could feel the blood welling up. “Paris leaves for their music lesson,” they answer. They do not stammer or tremble. “Every Tuesday. That is the best time. They travel with Avis, no Kamala.”

Tuesday was almost a whole week away. Jane did not consider it for a second. The knife pressed more deeply. “They leave tomorrow. What causes Kamala to separate from them?”

“Florence sleeps late,” they offer, knowing it is useless. “Nobody expects to see them before mid-morning.”

Whoever was collecting them wouldn’t have time to arrive. Jane still stared with her tranquil gaze as the knife pierced through the scar entirely and broke the tender muscle underneath.

The pain meant very little, but they would have trouble using that arm if she continued. Dr Davies would notice. Kamala would notice. Avis might. They would ask. The truth would have to come out. All of it.

“What tension is there between Paris and Kamala?”

Boo realised their mistake with a cold breath. Paris. They hadn’t said Paris.

“I see of none,” they lied again, as steadily as they can. “Kamala is a Platonic. She bends herself to their every whim, and they know no different.”

“You are useless.”

Their eyes slam closed as she removes the knife. Their expression could be carved from marble. They had been called useless countless times by Mistress Tara, and clearly… So had she.

“I will kill Kamala,” she told them, “or you can leave the house now. If you are missing in the morning, I will have my opening, and nobody will be harmed.”

Would they sacrifice Kamala for Florence? Yes. Florence was the one they owed. But Kamala would not be the only death. Even if Jane escaped with Florence alone, it would be the end of that bright, curious person that Boo had come to know. Florence would bleed out. Only Paris would be allowed to remain.

“I’ll leave,” they agreed. In the vain hope of bringing her back to their side, they added, “You would be suspected of the murder instantly. It would hinder your escape.”

She did not react. She reached past them and unlocked the door.

“You have sixty seconds,” she whispered.

They did not react. They turned away, and walked down the stairs, stepped into their shoes, and after a moment’s consideration, left through the glass patio door at the back of the house.

She remained upstairs, ready to kill Kamala if they faltered. Perhaps to kill Kamala anyway.

The night was bitingly cold. The blood trickling down their shoulder was the only warm thing about them. Their ears were ringing for no reason and their heart still beat like they were moving at a dead sprint.

The lane was dark. They walked down its centre, knowing there would be no cars. Hardly anyone lived this far out. The seclusion had been perfect for a shelter. Perfect for a murder spree, too.

The wind whispered between the leaves of trees. The road, barely more than flattened earth, was damp beneath their soles. Boo avoided leaving the Birdhouse, and had never walked down this long road. They didn’t know where it would lead them.

Kamala was probably already dead. The others would be next. Might as well kill them all.

But then, why let them escape? No, she was trying to do this without bloodshed. She simply knew they wanted that too. She had seen and bargained on their stupid attachment to those people.

Those pets. Pets like Boo, who would never escape what they were trained for.

Their feet came to a stop.

They weren’t trained as a hunter. Not originally. No, that had come later, with Mistress Tara. There had been an owner before Mistress Tara. A rich, powerful man, one with enemies, one deep in the volatile world of crime. A man who had needed a bodyguard to take his bullets, and that, Boo had done.

They were trained to protect.

#whumptober2023 #bbu #tortured for information #my fic #pet whumpee #boo #knife whump #not proofread because we are falling behind yippee

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jonathanbrandisarchive · 27 days ago

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jonathan brandis — up a tree! teen beat's associate editor jane checkett (left) and teen beat's roving l.a. reporter, avi mandava (right), have teen sensation jonathan brandis up in a tree — and they're not going to let him down until he tells everything there is to know about him and signs every piece of clothing that's not nailed down! just kidding! avi and jane just thought that would make a fun picture.

#jonathan brandis #teen beat #clippings #90s #teen magazine #fan magazine #magazine scans #jonathanbrandisarchive

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sporadiceagleheart · 4 months ago

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closetdbisexual · 1 year ago

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TOP 10 (or so) FICTIONAL CATS (from books i have read)

10. kitty (bad kitty)

they made so many of these comics . i think she was justified in everything she did that dog was annoying as fuck

9. skippy jon jones (skippy jon jones)

technically shouldnt be on this list since he is, in fact, not a cat at all. hes a chihuaha. i promise. hes silly though i miss him

8. martin (martin's mice)

sweet little guy. kind of stupid. he trapped some mice in a bucket because he didnt have any friends and didnt want them all to run away it happens to the best of us martin

7. sabine and puck (the underneath)

another book that touches on humans being terrible . this one is sad and i cant actually remember what happens in it but these little guys have a place in my heart anyways . i hope they ended up safe

6. aldwyn (familiars)

probably one of the more well-known cats on here. may or may not be magic. memorable enough for me to have found this book again, but not too interesting

5. cilla and betta (a cat story)

probably also some more iconic cats on this list. this book is adorable

4. the tabby family (catwings)

im sorry google didnt have an image of all of them ft. jane. well these cats they have wings and tell a story of how dangerous it is for stray cats , ending with the feral family being somewhat adopted and living as barn cats i think. good for them.

3. chester (bunnicula)

god do i love these books. and chester. the mulder to harolds scully, if you will. i always thought he was kinda gay

2. varjak paw (varjak paw)

depsite how often i mention this guy, hes actually my second favorite fictional cat ....i love him dearly though. probably the first main character i read about who WAS a cat, and his story was always pretty interesting. had the "paw" suffix before warrior cats had even come out.

1. gareth (time cat)

the real winner of cats i love forever and ever. hi gareth. you are so special to me. he can talk to humans and time travel also. i just loved this book so much ive read it quite a few times now all for you gareth <3

HONORABLE MENTIONS

fritti tailchaser (tailchasers song) - i never read this book. but people love this cat for probably good reason

bluestar (warrior cats) - did not include any warriors characters due to the pure excessive amount of them existing, and also wanting more unique options

pete the cat (pete the cat) - he has shoes

wonderful alexander (catwings) - hes funny and weird and orange . i liked him

puss in boots (fairy tale) - cat with a sword is just a pretty badass concept

silversides (ragweed) - not really a cat i like im just using this as an excuse to promote mouse xenofiction again. avi has a bunch of stories about mice living in the forest and city if anyones interested .

tao (the incredible journey) - i also didnt read this book. sorry. im making a list of stuff to read now and this is on it ! but this book is iconic so probably for a good reason.

okay my list ^ goodbye now.

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historical-mg-ya · 2 years ago

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#polls #1990s #booklr #bookblr

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byfulcrums · 1 year ago

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I love how they're working with the symbiote. It's not mind controlling Peter, it's manipulating him; making him feel things are worse, pitting him against his friends. And I also love how they didn't downplay the whole thing. That scene where Symbiote Peter was chasing MJ? Horrifying. Pure gold

Also! Peter vs Miles! I've always wanted to see that. And it was so angsty too! It was great. I love this game

#i'm watching a gameplay #cuz i can't play the actual game :(#i don't have a ps5 #spider-man #insomniac spider-man #peter parker #miles morales #MJ #mary jane watson #mj watson #spoilers #spider-man spoilers #insomniac spider-man 2 #insomniac spider-man 2 spoilers #avis talks #avis' post

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vip-hotel-flights · 5 months ago

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domini-porter · 6 months ago

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FIC: Some Wicked Thing: Chapters 11-14

hooray, it's another omnibus edition of Some Wicked Thing, the third installment in The Age of Wickedness, my Rizzles Gilded Age AU series! this part is set in the world of asylums and railroad intrigue! I've made four new chapters for you!

Individual links and excerpts (no spoilers) below!

Chapter 11: The Question Troubling Her Now

She sighed. Glanced back at her empty glass, considered another slug of the whiskey Penrose had poured her, then rolled her eyes at herself, hoisting out of the chair, depositing the tumbler next to the whiskey bottle with a faint longing. She would need to be clear, sharp, no matter how much she would rather crawl straight inside the bottle, to dull herself to what was coming.

Chapter 12: Picchì ti Dispiaci, Cara Mia?

Picchì ti dispiaci, cara mia? Her mother, standing before her, though no matter how hard Jane tried, she could not see her face. Had forgotten it deliberately, had scratched and scrawled it over in her mind until she was only a shape, a dark-haired shadow hovering over her, the bright summer sun at her back casting her in a holy light. “I . . . I should have—” her shoulders began to shake as sobs swelled from her chest, tears running hot and fast down her cheeks. “I should have gone too, Mamma, why didn’t I go too?”

Chapter 13: Not Every Pain Comes to Harm You

“Àutru,” the shorter one said, Jane not needing to understand her language to understand her counter-offer. Grinned crookedly, shrugged helplessly, pulled another bill and two coins from her purse, the short woman snatching them from her hand before giving her companion a shrug of her own. Gave Jane another long look, shook her head with a sigh. “U Signùri rùna ‘u viscuott�� a cu nun’ avi rienti,” she muttered. “Pazienza.” Hooked her arm through the other woman’s, headed on down the street. “Veni, si tu veni,” she called, Jane rushing to catch up.

Chapter 14: So Much Joy for Living

It was poignant, nerve-wracking, what she was asking Maura to do, but it seemed important, essential now. If this dark mission she was about embark on was indeed to be her last, she wanted—needed—for Maura to know her, deeply. All of who she was. So that someone, somewhere, would understand the whole of her.

whew! still going hard, of course; I talked myself through the whole thing sort of unexpectedly today, and it's gonna be a whiz-banger

#fanfiction #the age of wickedness #some wicked thing #rizzles #writing stuff #rizzoli and isles #writing #chapter omnibus

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