#alice hello venus

[ava-core]

when i tell you i’m courier six: may brainrot i am MAY brainrot!! more info on her!! (still not the main post on her…i have an entire google document on her with all her stats, backstory and a journal of her journey as i play the game as her)

in the meantime, here’s an OC chart of her (template provided by @vault81 <3)

yeah, par for the course.

some tidbits on this chart i’d like to explain:

of course i blocked out her real name. call me marjorie, but it adds to her mystique…and the fact that no one in the mojave, too, is none the wiser her real name isn’t May Bells? yeah i’m into that. the only person who has an idea is Boone, and that’s because they’re around each other 24/7—enough for him to notice the dogtag around her own neck that’s visible when she sleeps has strange symbols on it (his 3 INT can’t quite reach the fact that it’s mandarin) and he’s pretty sure they all don’t translate into something as short as May Bells.

may also has this strange flirtation going on with the strong, hot-headed women of the NCR: colonel cassandra moore, whose compliments seem…loaded, and corporal betsy, who never misses the opportunity to flirt unabashedly with may (who can never respond, despite usually being quick to reply with a dry or scathing quip). what can she say? she’s got a type. something about tough-around-the-edges soldiers with baggage to carry…oop.

of course boone doesn’t appreciate that. it’s first recon on first recon beef for this less-than-verbally-charming courier who will pick her nose if she knows there’s a booger in it

on that note: her 3 CHR stat and 28 Speech is so fun for me. i usually play as couriers with silver tongues, and may is, at the end of the day, underneath her combat prowess and big brain…just a nerd. just look at that big, fat 9 INT. she knows her way around terminals, science, how a plasma rifle works and how to jury rig that shit. she’s basically a few training modules away from being a certified trauma surgeon. she literally does math problems in pre-War textbooks to destress. she’s also convincing when she needs to be so long as the conversation involves reason and logic. but when she gets flirted with? nope. this girl will NOT respond with anything else than a silent, burning red face or roll of the eyes, depending on how much she likes you.

this aspect is so funny. really. i’m so used to the smooth talkers that i just up and use the failed speech checks for dialogue because i can see may saying them with her rifle in hand, her trigger finger itchy because where her words fail her bullets don’t. (“i came here…for uh…yeah, fuck it, you’re going to die.”)

her tag skills are medicine, science, and unarmed. this surprises no one.

this girl LOVES her sarcasm. growing up in an environment where you had to be kind, calm, and submissive, the freedom to just be a jack shit asshole with your words was a promising proposition may took without a second thought the moment she was in shady sands.

still, when she doesn’t need to talk, she won’t talk. she prefers the company of books, and later in the story, when she grows closer to boone and the rest, she still retains her fondness for silence—she bonds with others by being silent together.

while she might seem like an average grizzled merc with her mask and the scars and bullets around her body, not to mention her terrifying presence perk, she’s actually quite forgiving. it ties into her natural tendency towards compassion, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it; hell, remember her father, who murdered almost all of his entire family? may remains conflicted about that, and despite his abuse of her and her siblings, there are times where she remembers him fondly and often honors his memory alongside the other deceased members of her family.

it’s her recognition of the complexity of these relationships and how they tie in together that make her more empathetic of the people in the mojave. she knows everyone around her’s got their own burdens; if they’re not doing anything to actively shit on you, why add to that, right?

may spends a lot of her time thinking. she’s always pensive, always wondering, thoughts swirling around in her head, the entire opposite of head empty. may head full. too full. always full.

also, yes, she’s superstitious. somewhat, as i indicate, because she’s not above dismissing some Shi rites she deems irrelevant entirely—but some centered around karma and the value of the soul, she upholds. an example is, again, her effort to respect the dead civilians she encounters in travel. a broc flower here, a silent prayer there. if no repose is to be found in this life, it was the least she could do to at least wish for them to find it in the next one.

MAY BELLS i love you…my nerdy, awkward, sarcastic little courier six…playing fnv as you is the highlight of a very difficult week <//3

also if she was exposed to modern music, she’d probably love my chemical romance, fall out boy, green day and the smashing pumpkins. you can already imagine what kind of person she’d be…that emo-punk eyeliner phase LMFAO

so…one more song for the road, one i know may would have as a favorite.

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

thinking about changing uriel's resurreccion from the. pavo real/fenix idea i had and just makin him paloma instead.

[herbertlangethings]

happy B-day 21th March to our unforgotten cute Alice from Hello Venus here right now !!!!!!!!

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝘁 ❞

━ riddle rosehearts x gn! heartslabyul! reader x trey clover (separate) ━ you would have never thought that your precious childhood friend would have a crush on you. (f/n means first name)

requested by: anonymous <3 request type: oneshot requester's message: Hello! I see your request are open🌱🌱 May i request oneshots or scenarios romance with Trey Clover and Riddle Rosehearts, with crush [Reader] who was their childhood friend and based on white rabbit from alice in wonderland. The Reader are in Heartslabyul dorm as well! Feel free to ignore this request if its make you uncomfortable or breaking the request rules. I hope you have a good day💙💙 florist's note: hello, dear anon! i wasn't sure if you wanted them together or separately, but here it is! apologies for the wait~

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

— 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 —

painting the roses was always a regular task, but painting one with your dearest childhood friend and crush made the task even better than usual.

riddle’s recent incident was a lot to handle. you were there when riddle lost control and overblotted right in front of your very eyes, and you had to fight hard alongside the other involved parties to make sure he comes back to his senses and stop the mess he was creating.

the attempt was successful, save for the fatigue you and the others felt right after battling a magician in their overblot state. since then, riddle has been getting the medical attention he needed to ensure his entire state is well and healthy, and things in the dormitory were starting to return to its usual joyful chaotic state.

it has been a few days since that incident, and you were all preparing for the unbirthday party once more. you stood alongside trey with a clipboard in hand as you checked out all the required items, “white tablecloth, check; pastries including the tarts, check; tea set, check; chairs, check. okay, what else?”

as you continued to mumble under your breath, trey laughed a little as he spoke, “you’ve been going back and forth with the preparations for hours ago. everything is all set now. no need to be nervous.”

“well, yeah, but… it’s my duty to make sure all is well and done,” you spoke with a sigh as you glanced at your vice leader, making him hum in response. “your sense of duty is always admirable, but take it easy, f/n. riddle wouldn’t have your head if one spot goes wrong… i hope…”

trey mumbled the last two words under his breath, but you were well-aware of the words he said, causing you to grow even more nervous as you spoke, “aaaahhh… i better recheck everything!”

before he could say anything else, you ran off and inspected the venue.

“…and there they go.”

…

after assessing the venue, you checked on your pocket watch to see the time, realizing the party starts soon. you quickly went back to where the venue was and held your trumpet, blowing it as you announced, “make way for our leader, the red ruler: prefect riddle rosehearts!”

right after announcing, the crowd started cheering, “three cheers for prefer riddle!”

riddle then came into view as his eyes scanned the entire area, nodding his head in satisfaction, “perfect. the roses are red and the tablecloths are white. truly a perfect unbirthday party. i assume the dormouse is inside the teapot as expected? …well, i guess it doesn’t really matter now.”

“you don’t have to change so suddenly, you know?” spoke trey, “and we can use the jam on the scones, if you’d like. we don’t have to stop altogether at once. we can take things slowly.” riddle hummed in response as he glanced at trey, “yes, you’re right.”

you sighed in relief, causing riddle to glance back at you as you quickly straightened your posture and kept quiet. riddle smiled at you before looking around, “…wait!” he then pointed at one rose that was white in the sea of red roses, “that white rose…”

immediately, cater panicked and started questioning ace and deuce if they forgot to paint the other roses. at that moment, it seemed like chaos was about to erupt and trey was quite ready to console riddle, but unexpectedly, riddle smiled.

“i’m joking~ i won’t get mad over every little thing now,” spoke riddle, causing you to smile a little in response, “and it will be quicker if we painted it all.” the other heartslabyul students were relieved and thrilled to know their heads won’t be chopped this time.

you and riddle stood side by side as he held his staff and used his magic to quickly colour an entire rose bush red in a blink of an eye, making your eyes twinkle in admiration. “woaah~ you were always so cool when it comes to magic!” you stated as you painted the roses with him, “hehe, i remember when you tried to make a tart appear out of the blue, but you couldn’t!”

your giggles were met with riddle’s embarrassed huff as he spoke, “i was not as advanced as i am now, n/n…”

“but you’re still cool!”

riddle blushed lightly as you kept complimenting him, ‘and you’re beautiful…’

you two continued painting the roses as he grabbed one red rose and took off its thorns, making you pause your painting as you looked at what he was doing to the flower.

before you could speak, he tucked the rose behind your ear with a small smile – you could sense how nervous he was at that point.

“there… you look nice…”

— 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 —

losing your precious pocket watch is actually a blessing in disguise.

“where is it? where is it?!”

you fumbled around your belongings in search for your pocket watch that you lost earlier. you had remembered placing it on the lounge as you were working on something over there, then you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and came back with no pocket watch beside your study notes.

“i can’t lose it, no. maybe i was imagining things…” you told to yourself as you rushed back to the lounge and started taking off the cushion and even lifting the flower vase settled atop the table. during your search, the vice leader came across the lounge and feigned curiosity, “what are you doing, n/n?”

hearing the familiar voice made you look up as you sighed, “i lost my pocket watch. can you help me find it?” you were frowning as you said those words, and he immediately agreed to your request. you spent a few minutes in the lounge until trey suggested some other place, “maybe you left it outside and you did not remember? let’s check the tea garden.”

you were a little hesitant.

“i had it in my possession when i was in the lounge, though… it would be impossible to see it in the garden…” you spoke, causing him to smile at you reassuringly. “trust me, n/n,”

and so, you did.

you were quick to reach the tea garden as you were naturally a fast walker and runner. upon arrival, you saw a single table that was set up so perfectly as if someone was about to have tea with a partner. the tablecloth was laid perfectly along with the flower vase, the plates, the utensils, and of course, the sweets for dessert.

and right there, beside the sweet platter, was your precious pocket watch.

you gasped and immediately rushed to the table, grabbing your pocket watch before looking at the table. from your side of the seat, there was a folded piece of paper that had a smiley face on, making you glance back at trey to see him smiling at you.

you instantly knew what he was doing. you laughed a little as you crossed your arms, “you sneaky little guy.”

he laughed in response as he spoke, “sorry, n/n. i initially wanted to properly ask you out, but i… kind of chickened out. i didn’t mean to make you anxious, though!”

light-hearted laughter was heard from you two as you replied, “don’t worry, if anything, i like the way you executed this. it gives me a sense of adventure and the result was sweet. well then, shall we?”

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[rock-and-roll-hell]

March 23 1974

KIϟϟ Tour

Academy Of Music - New York City

This early show was first advertised in the final third of January, though initially only with Argent noted. Nazareth cancelled several weeks prior to the show (ads noted such as early as the first week of March), but had appeared in advance print ads, as had Graham Central Station in place of Redbone. KISS wasn't mentioned in ads until Mar. 14. Argent had recently arrived from the U.K. leg of their "Nexus" tour. A second concert was held at the venue starting at midnight with Renaissance, Soft Machine, and Eleventh House (featuring Larry Coryell). - From a local review: "Rock groups do not travel light, and six of them — heavily amplified and some decked out with special equipment — caused jams backstage and delays out front at the Academy of Music on East 14th Street on Saturday night and well into Sunday, thus giving their audience an eight‐hour composite of the state of the art. But if rock groups take their time setting up, rock audiences don't let it bother them. An hour's wait between two performing groups aroused mere sporadic clapping of hands. An 80‐minute delay in the start of the second concert elicited barely any criticism, and the appearance of the final group, Renaissance, at 4:25 a.m. yesterday was greeted with as much enthusiasm as the opener, KISS, at 8:20 p.m. Saturday. All this bears out the theory that a basic‐rock‐music audience sees itself as much an event as what happens on stage. KISS (dressed midway between kabuki players and Spiderman) let loose sirens, fireballs, dry ice fumes, smoke bombs, and as a climax a drummer with full gear ascended 8 feet on a special platform. This was all sound and fury, signifying yet another plastic and empty rock quartet" (New York Times, 3/25/74). From an industry review: "Somehow, even if you personally couldn't get into the glitter of them all, the night did seem to belong to the opening act, Kiss (Casablanca). Take away their frills (and maybe after they receive their due, they will!), and you've got a fine rock band. Right now, their act looks as if it were choreographed by the Temptations, with aid from Alice Cooper's wardrobe mistress and the Hello People's make-up staff. But from their single 'Nothin' to Lose' to their finale 'Black Diamond,' their flash was most definitely backed by more than trash. The crowd loved every shimmering moment, and this was especially evident as you moved back into the cheaper seats (sociologists take note!). This could be the next Grand Funk. Like the Railroad, the quartet might once again prove that across-the-board good press is occasionally irrelevant to the power of rock" (Record World, 4/6/1974).

[shellsweet]

Hello 👋. This is the 1st time I ask a question. I recently started following your blog after someone reblogged a pic of your oc Alice 💜😍🐢. I spent the past few days searching for all posts about her. I love the background story that you gave her. I love that she's not a Mary sue and that she's raised differently than the turtles since she's not a fighter like Jennika and most versions of Venus which is a fresh background story. The pics with her and Donnie made me squeal of how cute they are 🤩. I just wanna ask if there are pics of Donnie being the lovable dork that he is around Alice? We've seen how badly Donnie acts when he's panicked like when he beheaded the Fugitoid, so I was wondering if he would act the same around Alice at first maybe by non-stop nerd talking about science and complex stuff most people wouldn't understand. My other question, was Alice forced to learn ninja stuff when she started living with the turtles to defend herself or not since it's hard to learn martial arts if you start from zero as an adult? Please forgive me for the long ask, I got too excited 🫣

I’m so thrilled that you like her so much! That honestly means so much to me! I’ve had made up Alice almost 15 years ago now and I’m still enjoying messing around with her character! There is absolutely nothing wrong with kick butt female characters. We can always use more of them and they’re all great! But I’ve always enjoyed characters who rely on kindness as their strength. Which makes it more impressive on Alice’s case, considering her rough start in life. Strength comes from all kinds of places; not just physically.

I think I got a recent sketch of Donnie nerding out about space with Alice I did last summer, but this inspired me to dive into it more because Alice loves listening to his nerdy vents, but it can be a bit hard to keep up with it. She didn’t even know what was above the surface until she met the turtles, so all of this is new to her. Thankfully though, Donnie is incredibly patient!

As for her knowledge with martial arts, I think it’s generally hard for her to pick up on any combat skills. Alice is and was never a fighter. But she definitely learns quite a bit and picks up on a few minor things with stealth, mediation, and maybe some basic defense. The main goal for her would be to avoid the fights if she can.

Thank you so much for your questions! It really made my week!

[thefrontofmymind]

Heyyyy, could you do a instagram blurb with matty healy and Ellie from Wolf Alice plssss? Love your work!! 💜

matty healy x musician!reader IG blurb

FC: Ellie Rowsell

a/n: sorry for getting to this so late!! i've had a busy couple months xx

yninstagram SUMMER SONICCC I LOVE YOUUUUUU

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ynfan1 mother looking so mother

ynfan2 the bEST festival i’ve ever been to!! xxx

ynfan3 Dirty Hit honestly has the best artists…

ynfan4 So excited to see you in october!!!

1975updates matty via yninstagram’s story!!

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1975fan1 its so nice that all the dh artists are buddies!!

1975fan2 MATTYYY RELEASE THE CURLSSS THEYRE SUFFOCATINGG

1975fan3 so fit

ynupdates old photo of YN with Matty Healy (and Alana Haim) from around 2016 i think??

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ynfan1 cute!!!

ynfan2 WHEN is the collab coming??? It would be FIRE

ynfan3 do i ship them?? Kind of

>ynfan4 me too bestie lowkey

yninstagram can someone walk my dog when i’m on tour? thanks xxx

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ynfan1 HOTTTT

ynfan2 step on me

ynfan3 WAIT WHO IS THAT???

>ynfan4 RIGHT?? 

yninstagram bye bye kitchen. i’ll miss u

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ynfan1 can’t wait to see you in Berlin!!

ynfan2 obsessed with this fit

trumanblack dw i’ll water the plants

>1975fan1 MATTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

ynfan3 whats with the mirror in the kitchen

>yninstagram she’s a narcissist of a room, its for her health

yninstagram hello paris here we go

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ynfan1 so pretty!!

ynfan2 YN LIVING MY DREAM EATING CROISSANTS IN PARIS

ynfan3 when are lines starting for the paris show??

>ynfan4 the venue is letting us line up from 6am!!

yninstagram THANK YOU EUROPE! I cannot believe how amazing the past couple months have been for me, I could never dream of meeting so many of you wonderful people and playing my songs from the heart. I’m going to have a little rest but I promise something new is on the way, just be a little patient. Xx

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ynfan1 MISS YOUUU

ynfan2 so excited!! Get some rest!!

trumanblack fit.

>1975fan1 MATTY

yninstagram summer 22. love.

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ynfan1 LOOOVVVEEE

ynfan2 WHO is the guys voice in the second video??? Can’t tell

>ynfan3 it could literally be anyone, someone from her band or just a friend

charli_xcx looking gorg!!

>yninstagram thank you babyyyy

yninstagram happy halloween. if only i could find a romeo…

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ynfan1 I VOLUNTEER

ynfan2 how is someone so perfect???

trumanblack oh if only…

ynfan3 not me having the same costume this year…

yninstagram hotel rooms. the new EP out jan 13.

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ynfan1 NEW MUSIC YESSSS

ynfan2 already pre-saved!!!

charli_xcx you go babe!!

ynfan3 CANT WAIT THAT LONG

trumanblack it’ll be a killer.

>yninstagram ok mr producer if you say so

nme YN talks inspiration on new EP, tour life in a post-pandemic world and backstage rituals!

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ynfan1 hmmm i wonder who she was talking about with all the love songs on the ep??

>ynfan2 I KNOW!!! With all the talk of long distance,,,im intrigued

1975fan1 all the compliments of matty bc he worked on the album…lowkey ship it

yninstagram hotel rooms EP is out now. Thank you for all the love. Thank you Matty for helping make it happen. I couldn’t ask for a better collaborator. Xx 

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1975fan1 RIP trumanblack you would have loved a shoutout

ynfan1 I CRIEDDDD IT WAS SO SWEET

ynfan2 PLEASE TELL ME THERES A NEW ALBUM SOON

>yninstagram ;)

1975fan2 oh yeah she’s totally dating matty

yninstagram what did the easter bunny say when he was hopping around? hoppy easter!

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ynfan1 happy easter yn!!

charli_xcx pretty pretty pretty baby!!

>yninstagram no you!

ynupdates “I wrote this EP on the road, about how much you’re…not being yourself, not living your real life…I miss my real life…I miss my boyfriend…” -YN tonight in Japan. She seemed really upset, I hope she’s okay.

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ynfan1 poor yn :((

ynfan2 I was there, everyone was just so quiet i felt so bad for her…

ynfan3 glad this is her last show for a while so she can have a break.

1975updates tonight YN was in the crowd at the band’s show. She was in front of the barricade for most of it and during Robbers Matty went down to her and kissed her. If I’m honest I’m just in shock.

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1975fan1 omgomgomgomg i love them together!!!

1975fan2 WHEN will it be MY TURN

ynfan1 oooh this must’ve been what she was so upset about

[witchthewriter]

hello! could you please do a birth chart for michelle ‘mj’ jones from marvel? if that’s okay with you.

Of course, I can! I absolutely love doing these. And by the way - what I say doesn't necessarily mean it's accurate. It's my opinion mixed with how I see the character as well. So, if anyone has differing opinions, that's completely okay! 🕸❤🕷

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑷 | 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛

Curious, creative, a prodigy. This personality is driven to understand the logical components behind everything around them. They question, scrutinize and inquire. They're more interested in ideas rather than social queues and can come off as tactless, or rude - but that isn't their intent. Other characters with this mbti are Arthur Weasley, Hiccup (from How To Train Your Dragon), Alice (from Alice in Wonderland) Sherlock Holmes and Yoda.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔

This placement feels very right. Practical, grounded, practical, devoted, loyal. All these traits can be used to describe MJ. She's stubborn (otherwise known as bull-headed - and the bull is Taurus' mascot).

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

With a Gemini Moon, a person is always interesting. They're intellectual, witty, charming, impressionable. Open-mindedness is a big part of this sign and MJ was completely okay with Peter being Spiderman. She took everything about the magical part of the world in her stride.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Individual, independent, logical and often turned to for advice, Aquarius Risings can be spotted easily as they're often the odd one out. Or they choose to be. They often enjoy shocking others. Not that they are flamboyant by nature, but they do like to, albeit quietly, get a rise out of others.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔

One may not think MJ fits into this aspect, but love seems to be the one area in her life that she isn't upfront and direct about. She had a crush on Peter for ages, and didn't say anything. Having a Pisces Venus means they don't go around just handing out access to their inner world to anybody. If someone with Venus in Pisces lets you in, they let you all the way in. A Pisces Venus is dreamy, moody, sensitive.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

This aspect is highly intellectual and communicative. When it comes to conflict, they will use their words and messages to punish or destroy. They can be social if they desire - and popularity would follow. However, we know that MJ is a very independent person and doesn't care about what people think of her.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒐

Ruled by Mercury, meaning the zodiac is in its home planet (so to speak). Having a Virgo Mercury means this person is analytical and great at recognizing patterns. They are very realistic and communicate directly - sometimes too directly. They are sarcastic, sharp and witty, but also serious thinkers.

[hotinthehallowoods]

Well dreamers, it's been an eventful couple of weeks here in the Hallowoods but the competition has ended, for this year at least.

Here are the rankings!

Tied for Eighth:

Rizwana, Rick Rounds, Marco, Grug, Mort, Crane and Tulip, Buck, The Count, Marolmar, Friday, Alice, O'Connor, Leyland Blooms, and Human Cindy

Tied for Seventh:

Barb, Tiff, Brooklyn, Hector, Lolgmalolg, Huntington Waites, Ricou, Violet, Danielle, Jonah, Lady Ethel Mallory, Winona, Milo and Venus, Percy, and Nolan

Tied for Sixth:

Mx. Morell, Dimes, Bern, Diggory, The Omen, Zelda, Valerie, and Walt

Tied for Fifth:

The Countess, Riot, Moth, and Ray

In Fourth Place: Olivier!

In Third Place: Yaretzi!

In Second Place: Nikignik!

And... The one who rose above the others, bringing the heat and the sexiness as well.

Drumroll please!

The winner of the the 2023 Hello from the Hallowoods Sexy Being Competition is:

Apollyon!

Much thanks to everyone who voted and supported us, we couldn't have done this without all of you!

[icouldntfindquiet]

If it's summer maybe they're doing some festivals and not a full US tour?

I hope so but I don’t know what their plan is.🤞 I think Marty only has insight on the US.

I think he only has insight on the US. It seems the booking agency for the UK/Europe is a separate entity and he doesn’t have any insight on their plans. So it’s possible they’ll start with the UK. And thank you lovely! ❤️

Haha, I’m sure he’d get the most money from us. 😂 💵 I like how he was like “for where” and then was like “not looking for random promoters.” I just wanted to know how much they were charging and if I could afford it. 😆

No problem. ❤️ I tend to act before thinking so I hope Marty’s alright and doesn’t get into trouble. 😅

Hopefully they announce more dates!

It’s no problem! I’m happy as well. 😭

Hello, I hope you can see them someday! I’m not the best person to ask as I’ve only seen them once (in 2019) but it was a mixed show with 5 other bands so my tickets were $60 and I bought them at the box office to avoid fees. I haven’t watched a show where it was just them but I’ve seen Wolf Alice back in October 2022 and they played at the same venue Catfish played in and are of a similar size/popularity. Tickets for Wolf Alice were $35 but I bought them at the box office. If you buy tickets online, expect insane fees (so the $35 ticket would become ~$60). And I reckon CATB’s comeback is highly anticipated so prices will no doubt go up. My hope is that we don’t spend over $80 in the US. 🥲

I can’t say for the UK but I’ve noticed tickets are more costly over there. Perhaps the UK CATB fans can help with that. And if any US CATB fans want to share how much they paid, feel free to chime in!

[luminouslywriting]

Hello love!

"Have you seen Charlotte’s and Harry’s wedding episode from Sex and the City?

Well, something very similar happened at Rosie’s and Ruth’s wedding. Every single thing went wrong, but honestly, it’s Rosie and Ruth; you can't expect perfection.

Thankfully, they had already eloped in England, and the only one who knew was Abe, so this traditional wedding was just for show.

Anyway, back to the point. While Rosie and Ruth were dancing their final dance before leaving the venue, everyone was commenting on how in love they looked and guessing they were whispering sweet nothings to each other because they wouldn’t stop talking.

The actual conversation that went down during the dance:

Rosie: “My love, I can’t wait to leave; my feet are killing me.”

Ruth: “Oh yes, mine too! Are your shoes one size too small?”

Rosie: “Yes, they are! I can’t wait to take these off and soak in a hot bath.”

Ruth: “I can't wait to free whatever’s holding my hair up. And I'm starving—let's ditch this place and eat.”

Rosie: “I’m so tired, I feel like I could sleep for a week. When we get home, we’ll strip off these torture devices, have a nice bath, and eat in bed.”

Ruth: “I’m exhausted too. My back is killing me, and these clothes are suffocating. I’m with you. Now, dip me for a dramatic finale, and let’s bounce!”

Oh Nonny, you're absolutely right. I LOVE IT!! And this gif here above? Absolutely how I imagine Ruth and Rosie going back to their hotel and acting.

Because here's the thing....Ruth didn't particularly care for going to High School dances or proms. Her mother practically had to FORCE her to say yes to the poor boys who asked her. And she didn't particularly care for parties either—and she REALLY didn't enjoy Sarah or Alice's weddings. They were BORING in her opinion and she decided fairly early on, she wanted the entire thing (if she ever DID get married) to be as casual and low-key as it gets.

Robert Rosenthal, on the other hand, has been dreaming of a traditional wedding his entire life. And so has his mother. And so has Ruth's mother. So yes, he went with the elopement route because it was going to be the easiest way to appease Ruth—who just wore her JAG-Corp uniform and had the biggest grin on her face anyways. Are they doing the whole wedding when they get back for kicks and giggles so that their mothers can leave them be? Absolutely.

But the thing is....they've already been married for weeks, maybe even months by the time that Ruth, Rosie, or Abe is able to go home and actually let their families know. So it's not like the wedding was a big deal for them anyway. They're absolutely there for the socializing because it's polite and considered socially appropriate/correct. The minute that reception is over though? They are ducking out to go and eat food, swap court case stories in a shared bath, and then have a long night's sleep.

Which of course will be followed by sleepy morning sex haha.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

the skeleton key | chapter one: jigsaw pieces (part two)

The memory of having driven out to Santa Barbara to see him flashed through my mind: all the while, I was expecting to see one of those white vans with the serial number on the back fender. I knew back then that I would never forget seeing the silhouette of Chris' frizzy curls in the backseat, through the rear view mirror, and to that day, I wished that we had followed that van over to the Grenada Theater. But we never did see anything like that on the P.C.H., all the way down to Anaheim.

Meanwhile, Marcy seemed blissfully unaware of my going down memory lane as she hummed to herself and drummed her fingers on the rim of the steering wheel. She had suggested putting on some Kiss on the way down but it wasn't that far, and besides, neither of us knew what they were going to play for the evening as well. I had listened to their first record, but that was where it started and ended with me.

We were hours early and luckily, we had found a spot right down the block and not too far from the entrance. It had been a long time since I was at the House of Blues: my last concert there was Velvet Revolver, back in high school. I thought about digging my old shirt out of the back of the closet when I spotted a tall man with long blond hair over by the edge of the blood-red awning and the vertical sign with the flaming heart. He was wrapped up in a thin black leather jacket and he looked to be waiting for someone with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

Marcy pulled on the parking brake while I peered out the rear driver's side window: I swore that I recognized him, even from a distance.

“What's the matter?” she asked me.

“I think I just saw Jerry Cantrell,” I confessed to her. “Over by the vertical sign, kind of... away from everybody else.”

“Well, you have to remember that they're like an all-star supergroup,” she explained. “You know, it's the four of them and then they have all manner of guest singers floating around in the wings, especially during their gigs. So, expect to see some faces around here.” But then she glanced back over her shoulder for a look out there as well. “That does kinda look like him, though, doesn't it?”

“It's hard to tell from here,” I noted, and I climbed out of the car first.

That night of seeing Alice in Chains all over again, but this time, I was actually about to see him for myself, that is if it was in fact him there underneath the sign. The flaming heart had lit up, even though nightfall was a few hours off: as we crossed the street and came on closer, I recognized his prominent brow, illuminated by the warm red and white neon light over his head. He gazed down at his phone and nudged a lock of smooth blond hair back from his face.

“Is it—?”

“Is it really?” Marcy followed suit.

“Yeah, it's definitely Jerry! Come on, come on...” We hurried up the walkway to the outside patio: four o'clock in the afternoon and a few patrons had already settled in before the big Friday night rush into the venue. But we rounded the corner right as he glanced up from his phone.

“God, I wish I had my drawing with me,” I mumbled to myself. He showed us a smile.

“Hello,” he greeted us.

“Hi,” I led the way.

“Hi,” Marcy echoed me.

“How's it going?” he asked us as he tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket to better pay attention to us.

“We just wanted to meet you,” Marcy explained. “Meet you before the show starts.”

“And without all the official crap,” I added, to which he chuckled at that.

“Oh, I feel you ladies,” he said, and his voice was like melted chocolate in its smoothness. “Sometimes it feels nearly impossible to meet fans anymore without them having to pay an arm and a leg for backstage passes. It's usually right before a show starts, too, so we can't chat for hours on end.”

“I'm kicking myself that I didn't bring the drawing that I made for you,” I confessed to him.

“You made something for me?” he asked me, and he showed me a little unsure smile.

“I'm afraid it's in my desk drawer back home,” I told him with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Aw, man, you should always bring that with you whenever you go to a show! I'm really curious now.”

“You oughta give her your number,” Marcy joked to him.

“And why should I give her my number?” he demanded as he pressed his hands to his hips.

“So I can give you that drawing!” I declared. “Duh!” He burst out laughing at that.

“I think that can in fact be arranged,” he told me, and he reached into his opposite jacket pocket for a small notepad of paper and a pen. Marcy put her arm around me and gave me a little shake of excitement.

“You mean it?” I asked him, taken aback.

“Yeah, I kinda like you girls,” he said as he ran his tongue along his lips. “You saw me from afar and didn't make fools of yourselves.” He turned his attention to me, and he knitted his eyebrows at the sight of me.

“By the way, you smell good,” he confessed to me.

“I work in a bakery,” I replied with as I fixed my sweater. “I often come home smelling of bread and cakes.”

“Oh, that's gotta be like one of the best things in the world,” he said, and that sly grin never left his face. “What's your name, by the way?”

“Alison,” I told him. “My friends call me Alison Chains.”

“I was just gonna say, Alison Chains,” he chirped, and he handed me the piece of paper.

“And I'm Marcy Playground,” she added, and he let out a big bold laugh at that.

“Yeah, I really like you girls,” he decreed.

“Will you be joining them up on stage?” I asked him as I held the paper up to my chest, as if I had just been offered a date.

“Who, Metal Allegiance? I just might, you never know.” He flashed me a wink, and for a second, I swore that he puckered his lips at me. Jerry then took his phone back out of his jacket. “Speaking of, I've got a place to be. I'll catch you girls later.” He showed us a pretty little wave before he ducked back to the other side of the building to meet up with someone else, and Marcy and I gaped at each other.

“He was hitting on me, wasn't he,” I muttered aloud.

“He certainly was,” Marcy replied with a chuckle. “He gave you his number, teased you, 'you smell good'...” She brought a hand to her face to stop her laughter in its tracks, but she laughed anyway.

With our masks on, we hung out there on the front patio until the bar opened, and at that point, I had hurried back to the car for those drawings. I kept them close to me lest anyone see them and take the surprise out of it all.

Marcy had ordered me a midori sour while she took a Cosmo for herself. Nothing to see here, just a couple of girls enjoying life as it was there on a Friday night. We congregated out on the patio once again, that time under the veil of the twilight. As far as I knew, they all had gone backstage and met up for their annual warm up before the show started. I tucked the drawings underneath my chest as I sipped on that glass of bright green, so bright in fact I wondered if it would glow a bright neon from under the floodlights that lined the awning above us.

“You think Jerry's going to be up there with them?” I asked her at one point.

“No clue. He did hint at it, though, didn't he?”

“Nah, he gave me that 'you never know' thing that I employ now and again.” She chuckled some more as she sipped on her Cosmo. Still, I wondered if Jerry really meant it or if he was only there for a good time.

I still had a lot of drink left over by the time the doors opened and we filed inside of there: we were in the drink rail section, right behind the pit, and right next to the sound booth so we could not only see everything but see everything that went down behind the scenes as well. I was eager to witness them, my very first heavy metal show: the closest I had gotten before then was Korn, but they were a league of their own in my eyes. I was in need of witnessing some metal in the flesh, and what better way to go about with it with some all-stars and their opener, “Pledge of Allegiance”, sung by a guy who introduced himself as Mark. His long black hair seemed to float around his head while his sun-kissed skin seemed to glow under the lights. He was like a vampire.

Mike towered over his drum kit with a long goatee dyed a bright fiery red and a ball cap turned backwards over his head. Dave had opened his shirt and let his long mousy colored hair dangle over his shoulders, almost nearly identical to the drawing that I had made: indeed, it was the drawing closest to my chest. All four men had such long luscious hair down past their shoulders, especially that lead guitarist with the plume of gray at the side of his head. He was so long and lanky, and his fingers seemed to crawl across the guitar neck with utmost control and ease.

Something about him was so hypnotic and entrancing, and I realized I was watching Alex. Every so often, he gave his hair a little toss back with the flick of his head. He, too, was like a vampire.

Right before us, a mosh pit was forming down in the floor section, and I was glad that Marcy and I had picked out the drink rail instead. On the other hand, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if any drunk people could come out of the woodwork as the show progressed along.

The lights swept over us, and I raised my glass right then: the green of the midori shone bright towards Mark like a searchlight. He pointed right at me and Marcy let out a loud cheer, and he flashed the two of us a thumbs up. She gave me a high five right then, and I put my arm around her: I was holding onto those drawings for dear life against her shoulder.

Another singer, a man named Troy, took to the stage next. We were also met with a few female singers, as well as a big Native American man whom Alex seemed particularly chummy with: I was going to learn all of their names by St. Patrick’s Day, I was certain of it.

“Someone backstage recommended these to the two of you,” was all I could hear over the noise of the crowd.

I turned my head to see Marcy talking to one of the ushers. She leaned in closer to her to hear it, and then she turned to me, even with her mask on over her face.

“Someone who bought presale tickets didn’t show up, and someone backstage suggested we get them!”

It was meeting Chris all over again, from the excitement to the fact it felt like the tickets fell out of the sky.

“Dammit, Jerry,” was all I could mutter to myself as the two of us strode on up the aisle towards the pit section. It was going to be a bit unruly there, but I held onto those drawings for dear life. It was exactly like when I met Chris, except I had no clue as to when or if I could be able to make my way up there to the rail to catch someone's attention.

But we stood there at the rim of the pit. It wasn’t like the Grenada Theater where I could duck to the stage and flag down their attention: if we ran, we could make our way over to the stage and do that. But the theater had the help of a buffer zone of sorts: i ran the risk of being smacked in the head or knocked down by the pit.

I had a hunch that the show was going to wrap up soon enough, and thus, I had to act quick.

“Here, I'll hold your purse,” she said right into my ear, and I slung it off my shoulder for her. I then took one final drink of my midori sour. The mosh pit flared up again, and it was of substantial size at that point. But I clutched onto the drawings, and I glanced up at the stage, at Mike’s red goatee, at Alex’s plume of gray hair, and I knew that my gun was loaded. I had cleaned my gun.

I wore actual shoes that evening rather than little slippers.

I looked over at Marcy and the expression of concern on her face, even from behind her mask.

“Fuck it, I'm going in,” I blurted out.

I bowed my head and kept the drawings close to me. I was running through a war zone. I skirted along the rim of the actual mosh pit itself, and I ran opposite to the ring. I was getting close to the stage. I could see Alex and Dave’s feet.

Someone pushed me, hard.

I fell right before I reached the stage. People behind me gasped.

Someone pushed me because I was going against the current.

“Pick her up! Pick her up!” someone declared in the microphone. “Somebody help her out!”

I fell face down, right by the side of the stage. I knew I should have avoided the pit section but I needed to give the art away. There was no way around it without any sort of elbowing or moving about with utmost power, and I had my hands full with those drawings fresh off the press.

“Oh, god, I think she's hurt,” I heard someone say. I lay there on the hard floor with a sharp pain in my shoulder. I pinched my eyes shut, and all the while, I thought about Chris. I rolled over as I could feel their hands on me. I was so relieved to have my mask on. 

The silhouette of his face right above me. 

Not even his marriage could stop the feeling that I sensed between us.

There was something between me and him, something that I missed for so long at that point.

“Are you okay?”

I swore that I heard his voice again. Almost a decade since he and I had met and came face to face with each other, and the better part of one since he had passed. Somewhere through the pain, I believed that I had found him again, like in the dream the day after the news had hit us all. But I still recognized his voice. 

I still recognized him.

“Hey, doll, are you okay?”

I opened my eyes to see those deep set bright eyes right over me, in all their luminosity and all their soul. For a second, I thought I had met Chris again, with that scraggly dark hair all around his head and shoulders and the soulful look to his eyes. But Chris never had that prominent of a nose, or that bright of a gray streak upon his head, or that olive of skin, either.

“Are you alright?” he asked me in a gentle voice; those prominent teeth, those soft looking lips…

“I think so,” I replied to him in a broken voice; I hoped he could hear me through that thick mask.

“You be careful out there in the pit, okay?” he advised me; when he raised his dark eyebrows, it brightened his whole face. “Someone tries to come at you, don’t be afraid to give 'em hell.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” I sputtered out; he gave me his hands and helped me to my feet. It was right then I realized I had dropped the drawings but someone caught them for me.

“Hey, did you draw these?” Mark asked me as he showed me the one of him, a mirror image drawing where one side of him resembled a football coach and the other side had him dressed to perform along with his bass guitar.

“Yeah, those are for you guys,” I said as I rubbed my head with my fingers.

“Holy shit!” He showed Alex the one of him, to which he gasped and he held his hand to his chest as if he had seen heaven.

“Oh, my god, these are amazing,” he told me, and then he turned to the tech behind him. He said something but I couldn't hear anything over the noise of the crowd behind me. He then handed the drawing to the tech, and turned to me.

“Go backstage,” he advised me. “My tech will take care of you, but we’re almost done, though. We’ll be with you before you know it.”

“Thank you,” I said to him as I gathered myself and followed his tech backstage. “Thank you, Alex.”

I hoped that Marcy would find her way back there as well.

And all I could think right then was “dammit, Jerry.”

[dandelionfairywish]

Spicy chocolate

Dramas, movies and Reality TV you watch late at night or with headphones with a widow open on your computer just in case a family member walk's in and there is something spicy going on.  Contains Romance, Horror and Thriller.

1 .viki dramas and movies  

2. Netflix original dramas and movies 

3.  viki take of dramas and movie sometimes without warning and you might not see them depending on where you live  so   enjoy while you can and I'm going to keep them on the list if they do get removie because sometimes they put them back on.

Love and Leashes

Unlocked

The Glory

Remarriage and Desires

Vincenzo

My Name

Love (ft. Marriage and Divorce)

Love (ft. Marriage and Divorce) Season 2

Love (ft. Marriage and Divorce) Season 3

Itaewon Class

Roppongi Class

Tomorrow

It's Okay to Not Be Okay

Café Minamdang

A Business Proposal

The Rational Life

Reflection of You

Squid Game

Sweet Home

Imawa no Kuni no Alice

Imawa no Kuni no Alice Season 2

Hellbound

The World of the Married

Girl From Nowhere

Girl From Nowhere Season 2

Well-Intended Love

Well-Intended Love Season 2

Kingyo Tsuma

The Sound of Magic

30. Find Yourself

Single’s Inferno Season 1

Single’s Inferno Season 2

Crash Course in Romance

My Lethal Man

Meet Yourself

Hi Venus

Knight of the Rose

She and Her Perfect Husband

Lesson in Love

I Told Sunset About You

I Promised You the Moon

The Silence of the Monster

Cutie Pie

Love in the Air

Secret Crush on You

Why R U?

Until We Meet Again

Love by Chance

Love by Chance 2: A Chance to Love

TharnType

TharnType Season 2: 7 Years of Love52. Don't Say No

Big Dragon

Something About 1 Percent

What's Wrong with Secretary Kim

Lost Romance

Healer

Why Her?

Eve

Color Rush

Color Rush Season 2

Flower of Evil

The Devil Judge

Misty

Secret Love Affair

My Wife’s Having an Affair this Week

W

Momoiro Anzuiro Sakurairo

So I Married an Anti-Fan

While You Were Sleeping

Beautiful Love, Wonderful Life

My Strange Hero

General's Lady

Angel's Last Mission: Love

Hello Monster

Zombie Detective

The Village: Achiara's Secret

Lovely Horribly

Aono-kun ni Sawaritai kara Shinitai

My Chilling Roommate

Bad Prosecutor

The Veil

Memorist

Lawless Lawyer

Hotel del Luna

Doctor John

Kill Me, Heal Me

Secret

Entertainer

Defendant

Familiar Wife

One the Woman

Dark Hole

Destined to Meet You

Chijo no Kiss

Tale of the Nine-Tailed

Oh My Venus

Miss Ma, Nemesis

The Good Detective

The Good Detective Season 2

Under the Skin

Ghost

Terius Behind Me

Reply 1994

Reply 1997

Reply 1988

Doom at Your Service

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes

The Murder in Kairoutei

The Psychologist

To Love

A League of Nobleman

Mysterious Love

My Roommate Is a Detective

Reset

Chimera

Insider

My Dangerous Wife

Psychopath Diary

Cheat On Me, if You Can

Decoy

Decoy Season 2

He Is Psychometric

Come and Hug Me

Mouse

Taxi Driver

Taxi Driver Season 2

Influence

Risky

Shinai naru Boku e Satsui wo Komete

Nana's Game

Signal

76 Horror Bookstore

Search

Tunnel

From Now On, Showtime!

Reborn Rich

Happiness

Miss Agent

Snow Is on the Sea

Jakarta

Sex Is Zero

Sunk into Her

5 Lessons in Happiness: She Is My Father

5 Lessons in Happiness: Homebound

5 Lessons in Happiness: Little Man

5 Lessons in Happiness: Throuple

5 Lessons in Happiness: Baby Maybe

DNA Says Love You

Love Is Science?

About Youth

Oxygen

Hoshi Furu Yoru ni

Utsukushii Kare

Utsukushii Kare Season 2

Bokura wa Koi ga Hetasugiru

HIStory1: Obsessed

HIStory1: Stay Away From Me

HIStory1: My Hero

HIStory2: Crossing the Line

HIStory2: Right or Wrong

HIStory3: Make Our Days Count

HIStory3: Trapped

HIStory4: Close to You

HIStory5: Love in the Future

Stealth Walker

The Forbidden Flower

Have a Crush on You

One and Only

Forever and Ever

Fall In Love

Eden Season 1

Eden Season 2

City of Streamer

Maid's Revenge

Love Like the Galaxy

Operation: Special Warfare

Kill For Love

Love Unexpected

My Fated Boy

My Little Happiness

Legally Romance

Sweet Teeth

You Are My Glory

Falling Into You

Because of Love

Strangers Again

Why Women Love

Toshi no Sakon

Saretagawa no Blue

Shinya no Damekoi Zukan

Silent

Love Is Phantom

Suspicious Partner

Chugakusei Nikki

Watashi no Tadashi Oniichan

Kimi wa Petto

Holiday Love

Coffee & Vanilla

Rinko-san wa Shite Mitai

Eien no Kinou

Perfect Crime

Mystery to Iunakare

Kono Otoko wa Jinsei Saidai no Ayamachidesu

Eroi Kareshi ga Watashi wo Madowasu

Junai Dissonance

Kyouso no Musume

Hajimete Koi wo Shita Hi ni Yomu Hanashi

Hit the Spot

Sh**ting Stars

Yumi's Cells

Yumi's Cells Season 2

Military Prosecutor Doberman

You Are My Hero

The Penthouse: War in Life

The Penthouse Season 2: War in Life

The Penthouse Season 3: War in Life

Double Tap

Black & White

Life: Love on the Line (Director's Cut)

Ase to Sekken

The Crack of Dawn

Wacko at Law

Again My Life

Train

The Name

Flat Chested Winnie's Happy Voyage

Undercover Carp

Another Miss Oh

Touch Your Heart

The Legend of the Blue Sea

The Beauty Inside

Bromance

Before We Get Married

Hello Again!

Nee Sensei, Shiranai no?

Encounter

Thirty But Seventeen

Healing Food, Healing Love

Descendants of the Sun

My Roommate Is a Gumiho

My Gift

Once Again

General and I

Hope or Dope

Hope or Dope 2

Dream Garden

Melting Me Softly

The K2

Dating in the Kitchen

All the Liquors

Pornographer - Spring Life

Jack o' Frost

Shadow Beauty

Goblin

High Society

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Oasis

Kekkon Dekinai ni wa Wake ga Aru

Weak Hero Class 1

Animals

Animals: Kikoku-hen

Watashi ga Kemono ni Natta Yoru 3

Watashi ga Kemono ni Natta Yoru

Romance Boufu Iki

Duty After School

Road Home

Jealousy Incarnate

Love in Flames of War

Rental no Koi

Murai no Koi

[gena-rowlands]

jean's read in 2022

hello! so as university reading will take up a lot of the rest of my reading for the year, i thought i'd give a full wrap up here! i may update a few times, but this is my almost-comprehensive reading list of 2022! (insp. by @adamronans)

books in red come with moderate< trigger warnings so feel free to ask on/off anon for more info or please look up the tw's before reading!

non-poetry:

Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh (★★★★★)

The Dumb House by John Burnside (★★★★★)

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata (★★★★)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★½)

Heaven by Mieka Kawakami (★★½)

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris (★★★★★)

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (★★★★½)

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca (★★)

Clementine #1 by Tillie Walden (★★★)

Fragments of Horror by Junji Ito (★★★★)

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma (★★)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides (★★★)

The Sluts by Dennis Cooper (No Rating)

We Have Always Lived in The Castle by Shirley Jackson (★★★★)

Heartstopper vol.1 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

Queers: Eight Monologues by Mark Gatiss (★★★★½)

Heartstopper vol.2 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

The Harpy by Megan Hunter (★★★★)

Politics and the English Language by George Orwell (★)

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (★★★★½)

Alcestis by Euripides (★★★★)

Medea by Euripides (★★★★½)

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart (★★★★½)

Pew by Catherine Lacey (★★★½)

Pine by Francine Toon (★★)

Slow Days, Fast Company by Eve Babitz (★★★★★)

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★)

poetry:

The Book of Women by Dorianne Laux (★★★★½)

Flux by Orion Carloto (★★★)

Sweetdark by Savannah Brown (★★★★½)

Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey (★★★½)

Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★★)

She Felt Like Nothing by R.H. Sin (★½)

Madness by Sam Sax (★★★★½)

soft magic. by Upsile Chisala (★★)

Stag's Leap by Sharon Olds (★★★★★)

The Perseverance by Raymond Antrobus (★★★★)

The Boys I've Loved & The End of the World by Catarine Hancock (★★)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong (★★★★½)

Portrait of my Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing by Topaz Winters (★★★★)

There Should Be Flowers by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (★★★★½)

Grit by Silas Denver Melvin (★★★★½)

Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis (★★★★½)

Wild Embers by Nikita Gill (★★½)

Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara (★★★½)

God I Feel Modern Tonight by Catherine Cohen (★)

Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich (★★★★★)

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed (★★½)

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson (★★★★½)

Incarnadine by Mary Szybist (★★★★)

Firstborn by Louise Glück (★★★½)

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire (★★★★)

Mules of Love by Ellen Bass (★★★★½)

What Is This Thing Called Love by Kim Addonizio (★★★★)

New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★)

At Least This I Know by Andrés N. Ordorica (★★★★½)

Rail by Kai Carlson-Wee (★★★★)

The Asylum Dance by John Burnside (★★★★½)

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (★★★★)

I Would Leave Me If I Could by Halsey (★★★★)

Bloodsport by Yves Olade (★★★★)

American Melancholy by Joyce Carol Oates (★★½)

The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman (No Rating)