#hanya graphics

[selysie]

TW: BRIGHT + EYESTRAIN

꒰⁠　 Bright Purple Hanya Divs + Banner　꒱

recolors discouraged, stricly do NOT repost

art credits: link 01 and link 02 (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[happysrph]

Hanya pride dash icons ! - pansexual , bisexual , lesbian , asexual , nonbinary and transgender flags !

Feel free to use these icons for your blogs & RP blogs , etc ! Like / Reblog appreciated if using !

** If you would like to request Hanya with another flag , please feel free to send an ask & i'll make it <3 **

[yukiexpress]

idk if reqs r open but if so pls may i ask for hanya from hsr??

I don’t really care about the colour but if you need one I’d say pink 🩷

"While devotion to public tasks is a must, this fatigue is somewhat... overwhelming..."

Hanya pfps + graphics! ☆ f2u , don't claim as your own , credit is appreciated but not needed!

୨୧

hello, hi! thanks for the request! i loved doing a colour theme that wasn't one associated with the character, i have to say, i really like these ones ^w^

- yuki

[sundazeing]

Hanya star themed graphic icon

f2u w/o credit

self indulgent

requests open

[tragedy-of-commons]

lay your life down and pretty

various hsr x gn!reader | wc: ~2k

In which you die (or they've already lost you).

tags/warnings: character death (reader), it's implied in dh's part but explicit and semi-graphic in hanya's, descriptions of mara and the insanity that comes with it, hardcore angst, hurt no comfort, there may be Lore Inaccuracies

notes: this was originally supposed to be four parts. i'm sorry it's only two but it's just been uhhh... hope you enjoy & thanks for the incredible support lately <3

Dan Heng makes the best pancakes.

You’ve expressed this undeniable fact to his face multiple times, louder in their progression just to see the tips of his ears burn that endearing red. These declarations are reserved for breakfast. At this time you also chide him for trying to weasel his way out of eating the most important meal of the day!

And he’d sigh, letting you hound him about food options until he’d crack under the weight of your grin and end up mixing batter at 7:30 in the morning.

(“I tried flipping them in the air once and the pancake slapped me in the face,” you’d regaled, head resting idly on your fist.

Dan Heng stared into the black of the skillet. “...Somehow, I don’t doubt it.”

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” you huffed.

He almost let not-quite laugh slip then, but because of his stuck-uppery, he just managed to look peeved. “I would appreciate it if you passed me the butter.”)

Instead it is around 9:00 in the morning, and Dan Heng is alone. 

He’d stayed up late the night before doing some reading, causing him to oversleep and rush the process today. He’s almost burned his hand on the stove eye twice, nearly dropped an egg on the floor, and has just narrowly avoided burning the batch. Dan Heng is not clumsy (not like you were), and he is painfully aware that he is late.

After he plates the food, the oven clock reads 9:19. He gathers everything, including two sets of utensils and one awkward wad of napkins - before setting the table by heart. Your plate goes in front of the chair closest to the window, and his goes in front of the one adjacent to yours. 

The rhythm of distributing each item eventually leaves him with empty hands. Everything is ready, but there is still something colossal missing from the scene.

Dan Heng stares hard at your empty seat before taking his own. 

The pancakes are blackened around the edges, but it’s nothing a good heaping portion of syrup can’t fix, and the smell that wafts upward is sweet and inviting. The sun’s rays shining in from the outside world paint the kitchen in flecks of light that occasionally catch on his arm when he brings his fork to his mouth.

Resigned, his silverware clatters noisily to the table.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, “I’m sorry that I was late.”

Predictably, there’s no response. Dan Heng’s throat feels like it’s closing up on him, and the syrup definitely isn’t helping. He dabs his mouth with his napkin for a good long while.

He is sorry. It wasn’t enough that he’d stayed up late the night before, but that he deliberately kept glancing at the clock and counting the hours until daylight arrived - reminding himself that if he drifted off, the next day would come much sooner.

He isn’t the type to procrastinate either. Even when you’re not here anymore, you seem to have a profound effect on his character. Dan Heng pinches the bridge of his nose. The sound of his voice echoing off the walls of the lonely kitchen is unwelcome. “Happy birthday.”

It’s strained, imperfect, and painful; which only serves to remind him of your insistence on celebrating his birthday as well. You had practically prostrated yourself at his feet, begging him to let you fuss over him - even if it made his vision hazy and palms sweaty. He needs to return the favor, even if the mere idea of another important date passing him up without you makes him want to hide.

So here he is. 

Here he is, floundering terribly, missing you terribly, loving you terribly. Dan Heng wrenches his hand from its secure position in his lap to drum on the table.

“I got you something,” he says. “I… I didn’t know which color you’d prefer more, so…”

You’d tease him into an early grave if you were able to see the knitted oven mitt he’d picked out over two months ago. It’s an almost hideous shade of teal that he’s sure you’d love, especially since you forced him to bake with you regularly.

(He was shopping with March 7th when he’d seen it and then reflexively dumped it into his basket. His companion only asked him if he was planning on using it as kindling for the fireplace.)

Dan Heng closes his eyes and slides it over to your placement. For a second, he almost fools himself into thinking you might magically appear to brush fingers when you accept the gift with a bright smile. He has no such luck.

Your breakfast is getting colder, and there’s nothing to be done today; his friends, as much as he can say he appreciates them - also meddle quite a bit. His schedule was mysteriously cleared up and he was gently encouraged to go home and take the day off. The feeling of three pairs of eyes drilling holes into his back as he complied was a bit too potent to be coincidental.

So he sits there and pretends he’s eating with you for as long as he can. The stutters in the familiar rhythm that comes with today are things he can smooth out over time, even if it feels like a betrayal to you. You would never see it like that, which is why he can even live in a home without you in it at all.

(The oven mitt rests beside your full plate until the afternoon, because he cannot bring himself to clean up just yet. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready to.)

Dan Heng is not a man who can afford to hope, but he’s already been in debt since the moment of his birth. If just one of his prayers is granted, he hopes it’s the one he runs through his mind every night:

In the next life, please let us cross paths again. And if there’s room for it, please let me love you for as long as I can.

He’s never been one for optimism, but it’s all he looks forward to.

Hanya’s hands cradle the expanse of your face.

Her fingers ghost over any healthy glow remaining in your cheeks. You’re slipping, rightfully so, but does it make her a monster if she wants to claw and rifle through the sands of time to search for any universe where you were spared from this cruel fate?

(She thinks it does.)

You can’t get the words out, but there’s a resigned film that glazes over your eyes - one that tells her that she needn’t lie about where you’ll be going. Your mouth forms silent syllables punctuated by wheezes that will surely send her careening under the depths of the unconscious at record speed.

“Han.. ya,” you croak, “Stay.”

“I will,” she promises, because she needs to - over and over, until you remember it always, even when you’re gone. Even when you’re suffering through the last moments of your fledgling life. “I will remain here.”

Her duty as a Judge of the Ten-Lords Commission is to oversee life and death on the Xianzhou. When Hanya drifts aimlessly like a spectre between inky darkness and blinding daylight, it has occasionally struck her that one day she might have to oversee yours.

Presently, your mind is being swallowed by the maw of mara, a madness that she’s all too familiar with; faced with her dull countenance, she must have witnessed thousands succumb to the fate of infernal life. 

“D-Don’t cry,” you beseech. There isn’t much time until you’re no longer Hanya’s secret reprieve, but instead a writhing abomination - and she only has herself to blame. Had she not embraced you so tightly, would you be free of this curse? Would you still be smiling and dragging her by the hand through Exalting Sanctum?

“I will not send you there,” she breathes, “You are not deserving of—”

The agonizing cry you let out next is still beautiful. Even now you can mitigate the emptiness that’s dug its claws in her heart so deep that it’s become symbiotic with the organ. However, instead of the empty, Hanya feels its distant relative: the pins and needles. The hollow white noise crackles until she’s pierced with an arsenal of skeletal knives.

She could take it, and she would take it, if it meant that you weren’t about to die and then awaken again as a monster that desecrates the very concept of you.

She releases your now matching tear-stricken cheeks before seizing both of your arms. The thrashing has crept in, meaning that there isn’t much time before you start sprouting leaves and weeds like a statue abandoned by its devotees. 

A sharp inhale through clenched teeth. “You have… to. M’gonna hurt—” you convulse in her grasp, “—somebody...”

Of course you’re worrying about others right now. Kindness is a relic of the past that you’ve somehow managed to exhume, restore to its full glory, and gift to Hanya like she deserves to touch others’ lives in the same way you have. 

Every shopkeep knows your name, face, voice, and smile. Your warmth is infectious - even before she knew you in person, she knew of you by word of mouth. Xueyi had told her that the reason Huohuo was so resolute in her duties lately was because of “the person who defeated a bunch of reprobate hooligan bullies tormenting her”. 

If her big sister held you in high regard, she figured you were one she wouldn’t mind exchanging greetings with if you ever crossed paths. However, the thing about you is that you always give more than you take; you too eventually gave her your smile over tea, your opinion on her writing, and a perspective from the light she usually only smothers upon first contact. 

It seems that it was just a matter of time before Hanya extinguished you.

“You are not ready,” she begs pitifully, “You are not!”

She knows it’s never about being ready. Bad things always happen to good people - to sons, daughters, friends, big sisters, and lovers.

Lovers. 

The word is foreign on the tip of her tongue. It’s strange to be actualized and even stranger to ascribe that label to your relationship, but Hanya doesn’t know what else to think when the knives stab her over and over to the elegy of I love you, I love you, I love you.

The trek from Fyxestroll Garden to the Alchemy Commission is sizable. The Dragon Lady could see you and do her best, but she’s seen where that’s led; best efforts gone to waste, inconsolable loved ones given false hope because they were too stubborn to let go.

Is that what she is? Too stubborn to let you go, even when she’s brought this karma upon you?

(Yes, something ugly whispers, this is your penance. Now it’s theirs too.)

“I...” you let out a strangled groan, and when your chest jerks upwards, it barely registers that you brush your lips against hers. There’s tears and snot everywhere, and you’re getting stronger - too strong for her to hold. Hanya’s forearms ache with the strain as gingko leaves begin to ravage your humanity and rip you apart.

The transformation process is cruel, but she promised to remain by your side. Twigs protrude from your neck, nestled between thorny brambles that poke and prod. You are not a Cloud Knight, so your screams aren’t muffled by armor - or muted by the numbness she feels when dealing with other cases. 

It’s too real, it’s too much, and it’s not enough.

Drowned out by the previous mantra of I love you, the background vocals of I’m so sorry peter off into whispers that are soon lost among the sickening squelch of Xueyi’s blade cutting through you in one clean motion. The tip of the sword rests over Hanya’s heart, stained with your blood.

“...That’s not them anymore,” her sister says. It’s off-kilter, the way her brow is furrowed in a silent apology.

One can only hope.

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[luvsister]

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[wickershells]

never fails to frustrate how many people online hold steadfast to the belief that fiction materially affects reality (as opposed to a reflection; media-as-mirror, harm coming from pre-formed factors) yet insist on adding “in fiction” as a post-requisite to discussing something like the believability of trauma. calling a little life by hanya yanagihara “euthanasia fan fiction”: hidden there is the acknowledgment of a severance between fiction & reality but only, as always, under conditions that allow people to disregard and dismiss victims. swearing that if someone develops or projects a form of their trauma in/onto an incest narrative then they are contributing to rates of incestuous abuse itself (or, here, of suicide, self-harm, etc); immediately dropping the whole compassion-prevention charade to swear there are levels of abuse where a line is crossed and it starts to sound ridiculous, fanciful. trauma hypochondriacs: no way there can be that much suffering in someone. a very real, material perception, that affects quality of treatment, of communal support. and so we deride the book and its author and call it “trauma porn” (a phrase that makes me break out in hives), say its graphicness and excessiveness made us just want the main character to kill themselves already, because hey, we would, and fail to see how disgusting that is to say, because hey, it’s fiction, we would react differently if it was real — because of course fiction affects reality, but our virulent & vitriolic responses to it, that victims everywhere can see, do not

[shadowrcven]

How have you been? Please, no need to shake hands. My hand must remain on my weapon at all times.

Hello, and welcome from Mod Serenia to the official (unoffical) Moze, from Honkai: Star Rail, RP account! This blog does contain spoilers, since Mod is all caught up on the Archon Quests.

"A Shadow Guard of the Yaoqing. He is reticent and silent, always acting on his own. As an expert in intelligence services and other affairs that must remain obscure, Moze rarely shows himself before others. The moment he shows his true capacities is usually the moment for his enemies to face death. He has a wealth of knowledge regarding methods of assassination and seems to have an extraordinary obsession with tidiness and cleanliness."

Rules and More Info;

Mod goes by Serenia/Sapphire

He/Him for Muse, She/They for Mun; Muse is headcanoned to be Pansexual, so open to many ships, just ask beforehand.

May be a bit OOC, but Mun will refer to his dialogue and stories often for refreshers on Muse.

Crossover and OC friendly!

No NSFW asks; Mun is a Minor AND Asexual.

Hate or discrimination is not allowed here, or any other blogs of mine for that matter.

Tags;

stepping out of shadow 🖤 ~ Anything IC reporting back 📋 ~ Anything OOC appreciated sentiment 🖼 ~ Any Art Reblogs merlin's claw ⚔ ~ Mentions/Interactions with Feixiao a doctor yet a patient 🔥 ~ Mentions/Interactions with Jiaoqiu lady of the prison ⛓ ~ Mentions/Interactions with Hanya puppet of the Ten Lords ⚖ ~ Mentions/Interactions with Xueyi rookie of the Knights 🗡 ~ Mentions/Interactions with Sushang similar ways different life ⚡ ~ Mentions/interactions with Jing Yuan

dividers belong to @sister-lucifer, and graphic belong to @manganyeh.

[penulis-cerita-hangat]

SUAMI ORANG: ABANG HISHAM

Selama dua tahun aku bekerja kat kompeni ni, aku sudah menaruh perasaan terhadap manager department aku yang aku panggil abang Hisham.

Abang Hisham berumur 42 tahun, sudah berkahwin tapi takde anak. Dia kata isterinya nak fokus pada kerjayanya dulu sebelum berfikir mengenai zuriat.

Jawatan aku sebagai graphic designer bertanggungjawab untuk melukis dan membuat iklan untuk client kami. Abang Hisham sebagai manager dan consultant akan memeriksa and meneliti hasil rekaan aku sebelum diluluskan untuk production house.

Semalam sebelum aku keluar ofis nak balik rumah, abang Hisham suruh aku ikut dia ke Johor untuk melihat hasil rekaan kami kerana client mengadu tidak puas hati dengan ciptaan papan iklan baru yang kami buat.

Abang Hisham pun memandu dan aku duduk kat passenger seat. Kami membincang mengenai aduan client itu dan aku pulak memikir apa yang tak kena dengan iklan itu. Setelah tiba kat Johor, hari sudah malam. Kami pun cepat-cepat pergi mencari hotel budget untuk bermalam dan pagi esok berjumpa dengan client itu.

Hotel budget itu hanya tinggal satu bilik queen size untuk dua orang, semua bilik single sudah fully booked. Abang Hisham tanpa memikir panjang mengeluarkan kad kreditnya dan dapatkan kunci bilik.

Lepas masuk bilik, abang Hisham kata dia nak mandi. "Nak mandi sama ke?," dia bergurau sambil ketawa. "Aku ok je," aku menjawab.

"Betul ke ni? Amir tak segan ke?"

"Segan apa? Kan sama-sama laki?"

"Ok, Jom!"

Ini kali pertama aku dapat melihat badan abang Hisham secara rapat begini.

"Waaa... Abang Hisham ada pergi gym ke? Dada besar je."

"Ada, ada lah. Tapi Masih takde six-pack. Amir? Tak gym ke?

"Takde six-pack pun mantap. Aku suka perut berisi macam ni."

"Eh? Amir suka perut laki? Amir gay ke?"

Aku diam.

"Jangan salah faham. Abang tak judge. Abang tak kisah pun sama ada orang tu gay ke, lesbian ke, pondan ke, sissy ke, asal dia boleh kerja dan hardworking."

Aku tersenyum saja.

Selepas mandi kami berdua pun baring secara bogel kat katil kerana tak sempat nak balik rumah untuk ambil pakaian. Kan kami tergesa-gesa nak cepat sampai ke Johor lepas waktu kerja.

Waktu aku sedang tidur, terasa macam ada sesuatu yang bergerak kat katil. Aku ingat abang Hisham memusing badannya tapi bunyinya macam ada orang sedang menggosok sesuatu. Aku pun buka mata dan dalam kegelapan itu, aku dapat melihat tangan kanan abang Hisham memegang batang koneknya. Mata dia masih tertutup tapi tangannya sedang menggosok batangnya yang keras itu.

Aku menolak tangannya ke bawah lalu menggunakan tangan aku untuk memegang batang dia. Abang Hisham terperanjat lalu membuka matanya melihat aku.

"Apa Amir buat ni?"

"Amir nak tolong abang."

"Eh, tak payah. Abang boleh settle sendiri. Amir pergi tidur dulu."

"Shhh... Abang rilek... Bagi Amir tolong ok? Pasti abang puas nanti."

"Tapi... Tapi..."

"Tapi apa?"

"Tapi abang bukan gay. Abang ni sudah kawin. Ada bini."

"Amir tau. Laki tolong laki je. Takde apa-apa gay pun. Rilek je, abang. Bagi Amir layan abang malam ini, ok?"

Abang Hisham pun mula rilek dan biar aku melayan batangnya yang keras berdiri tegak. Aku usap kuat sampai abang Hisham mula mengerang. Matanya dipejam sambil menikmati tangan aku mengusap koneknya.

Tanpa sebarang amaran, aku terus membuka mulut aku dan masukkan batang abang Hisham ke dalam dan mula menghisap dengan lapar.

Abang Hisham mengerang lebih kuat.

"Uuiiiissshhh... Sedap giler ni. Wow! Wow! Aaaa......aaaa.... Sedap Amir hisap. Amir pandai hisap kote ya? Aaauuu.... Mmm.....wow! Sedaaaapp!"

Aku terus hisap dan lancap kote dia sampai dia memancut.

"Abang hampir ni... Aaauuu.... Abang nak pancut ni....Amir! Amir! AMIR!!! AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Aku telan air mani abang Hisham. Sedap jus abang. Abang Hisham senyum menunjukkan kepuasannya.

"Amir pandai ya layan kote abang tadi. Memang syok abang. Lagi pandai dari bini abang."

"Kalau abang suka, Amir pasti akan layan bila-bila masa."

[happysrph]

I'd love to see a aromatic flag hanya

no issue! c: aromantic hanya and xueyi as a bonus for you !!

[wormytoast]

2.3 graphic! 2.2 graphic here

as always this post is leak free but my blog DOES contain leaks and spoilers, so please mute "#hsr spoilers" and "#hsr leaks" if you don't want to see that stuff <3

Trailblazer will not be considered in these stats because they are a null character.

TYPES

Fire: 7

Ice: 8

Lightning: 7

Wind: 6

Physical: 8

Quantum: 8

Imaginary: 6

Fire is now in the middle of the pack with Lightning while Quantum is boosted to the front with Ice and Physical.

PATHS

Destruction: 9

Erudition: 7

The Hunt: 7

Harmony: 8

Nihility: 9

Preservation: 4

Abundance: 6

Destruction is, once again, tied for most populous path with Nihility (who could've guessed? LOL). Erudition gained one more unit.

RARITY

Limited 5-Star: 23

Standard 5-Star: 7; Overall 5-Star: 30

4-Star: 21

For a second version in a row we did not receive any drip marketing for a new 4-star! I think the absence of one in 2.2 is fair considering the hinting they did with Trailblazer's hat in the live, but what's the reason in 2.3? It's not a big deal regardless but still strange.

OVERLAP

There are now 9 overlaps of unit path/type combinations. Neither Firefly nor Jade are new type/path combinations, although both are new rarities for their combos as well as the first overlapping combos for their respective types. The only type without an overlapping combination is Imaginary.

Fire/Destruction- Hook & Firefly

Quantum/Erudition- Qingque & Jade

Physical/Harmony- Hanya & Robin

Physical/The Hunt- Sushang & Boothill

Ice/Preservation- March 7th & Gepard

Ice/Destruction- Jingliu & Misha

Lightning/Erudition- Serval & Jing Yuan

Lightning/Nihility- Kafka & Acheron

Wind/Nihility- Sampo & Black Swan

Unfulfilled combinations:

Erudition- Wind & Imaginary

The Hunt- Lightning

Preservation- Fire, Wind, Lightning, & Physical

Abundance- Ice

MODELS

F child: 2

F short: 9

F med: 11

F tall: 11

M short: 3

M med: 4

M tall: 10

Wow, two more women in a Hoyo game? I'm so surprised! Seriously though, Jade is the first Quantum unit that has a tall model (all Quantum units up until this point have been F med or F short). Of course this is assuming that Jade has an F tall model but, realistically, her proportions are that of most F tall models so I'd say it's a safe bet. We already know Firefly is an F med model. No love for the boys or the children this version.

I don't feel like repeating old info so I'll try to be quick: Quantum is all women while Imaginary is all men except for Yukong. We have not received a new F child unit since launch (happy one year HSR!).

OVERALL + OTHER THOUGHTS

Not much to say about this update in terms of statistics or units. I'm REALLY hoping we get Sunday by 2.4, but there's also a good chance 2.4 will take us to a previous location to give players a breather from Penacony, so we might need to wait a bit longer for Sunday 🫡

I'm also surprised that we didn't get Screwllum for 2.3 considering they mentioned updating the Simulated Universe in 2.3! Very unfortunate for Screwllum enjoyers.

After Penacony... maybe a Japanese-themed location? We've already got hints of one from both Sparkle and Acheron (although Acheron's home is probably unreachable now...)

Thanks for reading this far if you did! Maybe consider following this account? Or not since this is basically a gacha ramble account LOL

[wherebettertoescape]

A Little Life - Harold Pinter Theatre

For anyone who does wish to attend this production, please don’t take the content warnings lightly - the self-harm is graphic and two characters have full-frontal nudity. 

I (Freddie) attended the matinee production at the Harold Pinter Theatre in London on Sunday 7th May

THIS REVIEW/ANALYSIS DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE NOVEL AND STAGE PRODUCTION, SO PLEASE BE AWARE!

Trigger Warnings: talks of self harm, child abuse, sexual assault, domestic abuse and more

There’s no discernible reaction from the audience when Luke Thompson as Willem makes his entrance onto the stage. He’s wearing a dark blue hoodie, the hood pulled up over his hair - perfectly innocuous, nothing spectacular or grand as he walks about the stage. The lights are still bright, the audience is still chatting, laughter is filling the room. And Luke Thompson as Willem is onstage frying himself some bacon and eggs.

What has struck me again and again whenever I reread A Little Life - because, yes, I get a masochistic kind of joy from putting myself through that pain repeatedly - is the intimacy of it. Naturally with any book, the reader is granted the chance to feel close to the characters, to garner a look at their lives behind the veil. But if you were to ask me, I would say that there are very few - if any - novels that create this illusion as Hanya Yanagihara’s does. For 813 pages you are allowed to experience this life as they are, to experience snapshots of their lives - the good, the bad and the unimaginably horrifying - even as the rest of New York, the rest of the world, goes on as normal, with no thought spared to what is occurring within the walls of Lispenard Street and their subsequent homes. 

The awareness that despite what Jude is revealing to the readers about his past, the beyond nightmarish history he has, the world is continuing to go on as normal was perhaps the aspect of the novel I adore so much that I was most scared about losing in adapting it for other mediums.

But from the moment Luke Thompson stepped onto stage, transformed into Willem and beginning to go about his daily life, with the moving images of New York streets surrounding him in his apartment, I knew that my worries had been unfounded. Ivo Van Hove with his unbelievable direction paired with Jan Versweyveld’s set design had found a way to maintain that understanding. 

Throughout almost all of the performance, there is no moment of stasis. Be it JB and Malcom painting and working at desks on the right side of the stage, or Andy reading his book in his clinic, or the ever-present Willem and Harold. 

The former is always in the same spot on a sofa at the back of the stage, flipping through scripts, determined to make it big as an actor, pouring all of his attention and focus onto learning the lines, dedicated to making his dream a reality, and yet always there ready to support Jude. In the second act, Luke Thompson takes the exact same pose when listening to Jude revealing the details of his childhood, desperate to understand his best friend, and at this stage his lover, in the same way he had been desperate to make it as an actor.

Harold, however, spends much of his time on stage left, stationed at the kitchen set up. Constantly in movement, cooking several dishes throughout the course of the play. A reference, perhaps, to the number of Thanksgivings Jude is reported to have spent with him and his wife, Julia (absent from this adaptation). 

Despite the eternal loneliness that James Norton as Jude exudes with just his presence, he is only truly alone for a few moments - the harrowing whisper of “x equals x” that he gasps out after Elliot Cowan as Caleb leaves him naked in the street. It is then that he is alone onstage, laying in his blood, until he is retrieved by his loved ones and taken to rest on Andy’s hospital bed.

It is this detail of James Norton’s performance as Jude that I found the most powerful - which is saying something, considering that I am considering suing him for emotional damages, hasn’t anyone ever told him to think about using his acting powers for good, rather than evil? He captures a side of Jude that I had not previously considered - Jude views himself as a side character in his own life. He doesn’t feel worthy of attention, of his friendships, he is lonely in spite of being surrounded by those he loves the most and as a result feels unable to call out and ask for the help he desperately craves but does not believe that he deserves. 

The contrast between this and the fact that Jude is always centre stage is immense and almost disconcerting to watch and caused me to spend the entire performance practically begging him in my head to just turn around, they’re right there!

But this desire to be helped and to be heard is brought to life by the presence of Nathalie Armin as Ana. The first person in Jude’s life to truly care about him, and the only female in this adaptation of the novel. Armin has a commanding presence on the stage, even as she is a mere figment of Jude’s imagination. Dressed in all black, a stark difference to the bright set, allowing her to melt into the darkness when the spotlight focuses on Norton. 

In many ways, Ana vocalises the audience’s own thoughts - pleading with Jude to confide in his friends, desperate to stop him from harming himself further, and the relief in Armin’s expression as Jude finally tells Willem his story. 

The choice to keep the cast small causes a heavy weight to be put on Elliot Cowan’s shoulders, as he is tasked with portraying three different, truly heinous characters. Even without the costume changes, however, I truly believe it would be possible to tell which of the three he was in each scene.

Cowan gives truly fantastic portrayals of each of the villains of Jude’s life, as Brother Luke he shows the softer touch which allowed for him to manipulate Jude in his innocence, he never handles Norton roughly when playing the part of Brother Luke. Carefully pulling him along, coaxing Jude to trust him to the point that the child does not realise just how wrong it is what Brother Luke asks of him. 

This acting from Cowan makes Jude’s words all the more heartbreaking in Act 2 when talking to Willem, as the audience is able to see why Jude insists that Brother Luke was different, that he did love him.

When taking up the role of Caleb, however, he becomes the manifestation of everything Jude believes about himself. He has none of Brother Luke’s gentleness, but all of his intensity and possessiveness. The last that we see of Caleb, is when he lifts Jude up by the arm, Norton’s body used to reflect the words he says - “x equals x”. Being with Caleb has brought to life Jude’s darkest thoughts of himself, and Jude views this as proof that no matter what he will always be the same. Damaged and unlovable, to be blamed for everything he had been subjected to in his youth.

As Dr Traylor, Cowan’s words are clipped and straightforward. He is the most detached of Jude’s abusers, not caring for his name and only referring to him as “a prostitute” and reinforcing what Jude already believes about himself. It is not until Jude’s “release” that we see any true kind of emotion from Dr Traylor. Cowan shows Dr Traylor with a manic kind of joy upon forcing Jude to run from him, all the while on the tail in his car. The chase scene is long, and dramatic with the incredible musicians rising in volume and intensity with their instruments. The length of the scene forces thoughts back to Jude’s earlier response when JB asked about his legs - “I used to run cross country”.

In all of his roles, Cowan has the same commanding presence onstage as Armin. The moment he leaves the wings, regardless of who he is in that moment, the audience’s attention is drawn to him. As though by sheer glares and willpower we will be able to change Jude’s story, that we as mere observers will be able to push against Cowan’s slow, purposeful steps and keep him away from Norton. 

Zubin Varla and Emilio Doorgasingh gave masterful portrayals as Harold and Andy, respectively. They are markedly different to the presence of Willem, Malcom and JB - in what proves to be a very physical play, Harold rarely touches his son, while Andy only does so as necessary in his medical examinations of Jude.

This respect for Jude’s boundaries when it comes to physical contact is what truly sets Harold and Andy apart from the other older figures in Jude’s life (those villains played by Cowan). Varla’s portrayal of Harold is always evaluating his own movements, always second guessing himself before moving towards Jude - he does not seek out the easy, casual contact shown by the other three young adults. But when Jude comes to him for comfort, Harold is always eager to provide it.

The final scene of Harold and Jude embracing - Jude in his wheelchair, Harold knelt on the ground in front of him, with the rejected trays of food scattered on the floor around him - when Norton practically falls into Varla’s arms, sobbing into his shoulder, as a screen slowly comes down to hide them, JB on the outside, is one that I believe will stay with me for years to come. 

There is an emotion in Varla’s voice when he confides in the audience the story of Jacob, his first son. And in that closing scene we are forced back to that monologue, when he confesses to anyone listening that when Jacob died, there was a little part of him relieved, as that meant it was over. And although it is heartbreaking, it is this statement that makes it no real surprise that when the screen lifts again, Harold is alone in front of that wheelchair to report Jude’s suicide.

Where Armin’s Ana shows the sympathetic side of the audience, the aching desire to hug Jude and promise him it will be okay, to protect him both from the world and himself, Doorgasingh’s Andy exhibits the rougher side of it. His frustration at Jude’s abject refusal to accept help, his anger at watching someone he loves destroy themselves. The hopelessness he feels when his advice goes unnoticed, and his frequent calls to Harold and Willem - often screaming at the two people Jude is closest to, desperate for them to be there for him more.

Andy does not have the same stage presence as many of the other characters do, instead he - and the same can be said for Malcom - almost fades into the background at times. But they are there, ready to pick up the pieces. Both Doorgasingh and Wyatt are spectacular in their characterisations. In the novel, Andy and Malcom show an awareness that they are not the most important people to Jude, that they cannot help him in the ways others can, and in this adaptation, the actors bring that feeling to life.

They are there, working in their own lives, on their own projects. Malcom quietly sees what Jude refuses to acknowledge about his worsening condition and accommodating for it even despite the push back of his best friend. And Andy who can be seen pacing at the side of the stage, calling Jude when he can sense everything is getting too much for him - they are both there for him in their own quiet ways, and their loyalty and love for Jude is never questioned by the audience. It is also important to note that in this adaptation of the novel, neither of these characters address the audience directly - the only two whose focuses are solely within the story with no fourth-wall breaks.

Omari Douglas as JB, on the other hand, stands out more than anyone. First as a result of his costumes - often more brighter than those of his castmates - and then just as how he presents himself. Anyone who watched his performance in It’s a Sin will recall how Douglas’ presence demands to be noticed, and this is carried forth onto the Harold Pinter Stage. He captures the heart of JB’s character - desperate to be heard, to be needed by his friends. Charming in his own way, despite how his messy character causes him to betray his friends at several points in the story. 

Douglas transitions well from how JB is around his friends - brash, loud, confident - to how he truly feels when talking to the audience. His voice is softer, he somehow seems a little smaller as he talks about watching Jude, how he feels Willem doesn’t value his friendship as highly as the others, how he feels they don’t need him anymore.

While JB’s drug addiction is rather rushed in this adaptation - it’s discussed at length in the novel - Douglas eloquently displays his anguish to the audience, his desperation to quit. A previously difficult to like character, after having seen him mock Jude’s disability, and betray his trust, the audience is able to empathise and understand him better. And when it is just him and Jude left at the end of the show, Douglas doesn’t say anything, but takes up the same space as had previously been filled by Willem and Malcom. He quietly watches Jude - just as he had before with his painting, only this time, it’s out of concern for his friend, rather than concern for his career and viewing him as a muse.

I have already mentioned how this production brought me to tears on several occasions, however none made me sob more so than Luke Thompson’s monologue at the end before his car crash. Having already read the book several times, I had known that this was coming and yet it didn’t stop me from hoping that somehow I’d misunderstood the plot point and that Willem did actually survive. So when Thompson took centre-stage and I knew what was next, my sister took my hand as the two of us prepared ourselves.

Beyond the tear-jerker of a monologue, when I later considered the adaptation as a whole I wondered over the choice to mention Hemming at that point. Perhaps this mention worked some some of the audience, however for me I felt it should have been mentioned earlier, as it is in the novel. With Willem only mentioning Hemming before he dies and only in reference to Jude, it caused me to reflect somewhat poorly on their relationship. It’s a minor point about the adaptation, however I do wonder if mentioning his older brother earlier, before Jude himself begins to use a wheelchair, it would have been more impactful.

I could sing praises about the chemistry between Norton and Thompson onstage - however considering I have the voice of a dying seal, it’s probably best that I don’t. Instead, I’ll simply say that their interactions in the second act, as Willem confesses his attraction to Jude, and he struggles to understand it caused my heart to skip a beat. 

Norton captures Jude’s innocence throughout the play perfectly - from the moments that he slips into his childhood self in flashbacks, to when he’s so unsure in his relationship with Willem, unused to being with someone who does genuinely love and care for him. 

All in all, I enjoyed this stage adaptation of A Little Life - if “enjoy” can be the correct word for a production that brought me to tears and caused me to question the meaning of life. It was hauntingly beautiful, heartbreakingly sad and utterly harrowing. I don’t believe I’ve ever been quite so moved by a whole troupe of actors and the way that they characterise their roles. While I certainly have some criticisms and hang-ups about this show and the story in general, I shall save those for another post, hopefully less long and wordy.

Would I return to the Harold Pinter Theatre to watch it again given the choice? Truthfully, I’m not sure. While I fell in love with these actors, the direction, set design and music, I’m unsure if I could watch it again and feel the same level of intensity as I did on this watch. Also, I cried enough to give myself a headache by the end - so if I were to watch again, I’d have to remember to bring a water bottle to ensure I stayed hydrated.

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Fresh Crops! October 7 - October 13, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

LUST - by kopipuna; WIP, 12/?, 61k; Language: Bahasa Indonesia

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Gray; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Gray, Duke, Doug | Dudley, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Zack, Brandon, Cliff, Anna, Rick, Karen Additional Tags: Romance, Sex, Drama & Romance, Friends With Benefits, Psychological Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Social Issues, Social drama Summary: Ada pendatang baru yang membeli kebun bobrok di sana. Sebuah keputusan paling bodoh dan ekstra tolol, menurut Gray, lelaki 24 tahun yang sudah mengidap kebosanan akut. Gray sendiri sudah mengidam ingin hengkang dari tempat ini, kota sialan ini, juga segala hidup monoton di dalamnya. Apa yang dipikirkan pendatang itu? Terserah apa yang dimaui si pendatang, Gray akan berusaha tidak peduli dan jauh-jauh saja darinya. Takut ketularan tolol. Namun Duke muncul dengan rencana paling sialan di dunia. Gara-gara rencana konyolnya, Gray jadi terjebak dalam situasi bersetubuh dengan perempuan yang dikata-katainya tolol. Bukan hanya sekali, tapi berkali-kali, mungkin sampai ratusan kali. Sialannya, tubuh pendatang ini enak sekali. Namun meski seenak apa pun mereka merasakan persetubuhan, hubungan mereka hanya boleh sebatas ini.

Tell Me Why - by Dreamy_Serenade; Complete, 1/1, 2.1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandom: DS Cute Relationship: Jill the Farmer/Witch Princess Additional Tags: brief Lumina appearance, Rock does not appear but is talked about, sorry Rock is a dick here, Misunderstandings, Getting Together Summary: Jill and the Witch Princess had a fight last season, and still haven't made up. Jill, however, has had enough of waiting around for an apology, and decides to take a direct approach.

Runaway - by almakazam; WIP, 12/?, 115k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen, Other Fandoms: Back To Nature, Friends of Mineral Town, DS Cute Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Kai, Claire the Farmer & Kai; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Kai, Pete | Jack, Marlin | Matthew, Pony | Aya | Jill, Popuri, Gray, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Karen, Rick, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent Additional Tags: Runaway, Drama & Romance, Romance, Family Drama, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Double Life, Heir & Heiress, Childhood Trauma, Past Character Death, Based On Original Harvest Moon Games, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Near Death Experiences, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Character Development, Slice of Life, 1990s, Light Angst, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Character Study, Smoking, Cruise Ships, Shipwrecks, harvest moon for girls, Mutual Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: Claire has always played the part of the perfect daughter, but behind the façade lies years of control and frustration. It all finally comes to a head when her father ends her engagement and arranges a new marriage to a man she doesn't know, ultimately pushing her to run away. Little did she know that her new groom-to-be is also planning his own escape.

Burning Gold - by AppleBeryll; WIP, 18/?, 46k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Gray/Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire the Farmer/Rick, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Cliff, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Doug | Dudley, Rick, Popuri, Saibara, Karen, Mineral Town Residents, Gray Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: Claire seeks a new life, will mineral town be what she's hoping for ?

Sasha and her vibrator - by Thefallen1986; Complete, 1/1, <100

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Character: Sasha Additional Tags: Sexual Fantasy, Sexual Frustration, Vibrators Summary: Sasha has fun with a vibrator

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Luna Vinculum (Terjemahan)

Luna Vinculum (Terjemahan) https://ift.tt/Zf0lYSD by quinitemight Selama pertempuran Hogwarts, pada malam bulan purnama, Draco Malfoy digigit oleh manusia serigala. Tanpa ada cara untuk melepaskan diri dari kutukan itu, yang bisa dia lakukan hanyalah menyembunyikannya. Hermione Granger adalah satu-satunya orang - selain penyerang Draco - yang mengetahui kebenarannya. Dan itu hanya karena dia bersama Draco saat itu terjadi. Namun, ketika mereka kembali ke Hogwarts untuk tahun ke-8, itu bukan satu-satunya rahasia yang harus mereka bagi. Karena sejak dia digigit, Draco telah bergulat dengan kebutuhan yang kuat dan membingungkan untuk berada di sekitar Penyihir Gryffindor. Tak satu pun dari mereka menyukai hal itu, yang membuat Draco terus berjuang untuk mengendalikan semua naluri posesif dan protektif yang menyerangnya ketika berhubungan dengan Hermione. Akankah Hermione membantunya menyembunyikan kutukan itu? Akankah mereka mengungkap kebenaran tentang obsesi Draco? Sementara itu, akankah mereka jatuh cinta secara mendalam dan tidak dapat dipulihkan? Words: 3418, Chapters: 1/53, Language: Bahasa Indonesia Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fenrir Greyback, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Astoria Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Anthony LaRusso Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Past, Hermione Granger/Other(s) Past, Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter Past, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson Past Additional Tags: Romance, Soulmates, Soul Bond, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Creature Draco Malfoy, Drama, Drugs, Alcohol, Trauma, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Zine: The Epic Love Story Of Sam and Dean: Soulmates (Supernatural), Epic Love, Dark Magic, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Torture, Head Girl Hermione Granger, Headcanon, Protective Hermione Granger, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Mates, Explicit Sexual Content, Touch-Starved, touch her and you die, Dark Draco Malfoy, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Minor Character Death, Fluff, Protective Draco Malfoy, Obsessed Draco, Hermione lowkey obsessed too, slytherin gang, Dark Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Toxic Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate Use of Malfoy Signet Ring (Harry Potter), Violence, Astoria Greengrass Bashing, Cormac McLaggen Bashing, Near Death Experiences, Ron Weasley Being an Idiot, Secret Relationship, Over-the-top Romantic, No miscommunication trope, Medium Burn via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/T2YvDon October 07, 2024 at 03:01AM

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TW// discussions of Self harm, miseducation surrounding marginalized groups (including disabled specifically), and general abuse in regards to A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

THIS WAS WRITTEN AT 2 IN THE FUCKING MORNING BECAUSE I AM STILL ANGRY AT THIS BOOK. I AM A TEEN GIRL, NOT A PROFESSIONAL REVIEWER.

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If you asked me how i felt about a little life by Hanya Yanagihara, i would say “oh it’s not for me and i didn’t really like the story”

but if u asked me on a deeper level…

I’d say that this is one of the most harmful books a person could read. It took me six months after reading it to realize how much i despised this ‘story’ and this came when learning the authors intent behind creating it. She believes that Jude St. Francis was not capable of being happy. Subsequently, people who have experienced abuse and severe depression might read this book and think, “well, if life is only going to get worse and worse until the bitter end, may as well end it now”. I sincerely find that the message of this book is “traumatized and suicidal people should kill themselves!” The complete lack of any research just solidifies how she used this book as an exposé into what ways a person can possibly experience pain before an audience calls bullshit. I call bullshit. She could have gotten her point that i suppose she had across without the graphic detail surrounding sexual abuse and self harm. This reads like a “how to harm yourself: ten creative ways!” instead of seeking profession help. That’s the other thing, she thinks seeing psychiatrists is a bad thing! Genuinely what the fuck is wrong with her. This book has given me covid both times i read it and made me throw up (the first part is a coincidence probably, the second is true. I almost threw up after reading a scene on public transportation). This has been called the “great gay novel” a billion fucking times when the entire relationship, Jude is forcing himself to be retraumatized for the sake of love, before finally, Willem just starts fucking a woman so Jude doesn’t suffer. Why do u hate gay men??? Jude cannot even be categorized as gay because she has traumatized this poor fictional character so much that he has no ability to understand his own sexuality, as is made clear through the reading living in his brain for the majority of his and Willem’s relationship. Getting back to the self harm (as Hanya loves to do throughout the 813 pages of this terrible novel), she is so descriptive that it far surpasses painting an image of the scene and evoking emotion from the readers. She goes far past these points and creates scenes so vivid and instructional that it retriggers every reader (hyperbole) who has ever dealt with any kind of self harm. And for those who haven’t yet, i would not be surprised if some depressed 14 year old picks this up because of the rave reviews and discovers a cool, fun, and new addiction! One thing is for sure, do fucking research, go to therapy, and stop hating gay disabled men, Hanya. The death count of this book is not 0 (though this is obviously not the authors fault, of course). Do better. Add triggers. Never write again. Thanks.

[livingasaghost]

okay @permanentreverie did this in honor of book lovers day (aug 9) so here i am being obnoxious and sorting my favorite books based on genres bc i'm procrastinating editing

put it under read more because i'm annoying and this is longer than i thought it'd be ahjflksd

classics:

les miserables by victor hugo

1984 by george orwell

a midsummer night's dream by william shakespeare

hamlet by william shakespeare

the crucible by arthur miller

the great gatsby by f scott fitzgerald

contemporary romances:

red white and royal blue by casey mcquiston

with you forever by chloe liese

everything for you by chloe liese

beach read by emily henry

happy place by emily henry

a very merry bromance by lyssa kay adams

crazy stupid bromance by lyssa kay adams

love, theoretically by ali hazelwood

the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood

not in love by ali hazelwood

let's talk about love by claire kann

roomies by christina lauren

the hating game by sally thorne

fantasy:

tower of dawn by sarah j maas

kingdom of ash by sarah j maas

a court of mist and fury by sarah j maas

a court of silver flames by sarah j maas

the starless sea by erin morgenstern

a storm of swords by george r.r. martin

a feast for crows by george r.r. martin

wizard's first rule by terry goodkind

temple of the winds by terry goodkind

prince's gambit by c.s. pacat

kings rising by c.s. pacat

a discovery of witches by deborah harkness

jade legacy by fonda lee

the dragon republic by r.f. kuang

babel by r.f. kuang

every heart a doorway by seanan mcguire

the magician's nephew by c.s. lewis

priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

strange the dreamer by laini taylor

sci-fi:

the host by stephenie meyer

nona the ninth by tamsyn muir

graphic novels / comics:

monstress by marjorie liu & sana takeda

check please by ngozi ukazu

the boy the mole the fox and the horse by charlie mackesy

heartstopper by alice oseman

lore olympus by rachel smythe

fence by c.s. pacat & johanna the mad

heart of gold by eliot baum & viv tanner

the prince & the dressmaker by jen wang

historical fiction:

cloud cuckoo land by anthony doerr

the book thief by markus zusak

literary fiction:

evenings & weekends by oisín mckenna

henry henry by allen bratton

a little life by hanya yanagihara

piranesi by suzanna clarke

malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid

if we were villains by m.l. rio

the invisible life of addie larue by v.e. schwab

real life by brandon taylor

s by doug dorst

horror:

house of leaves by mark z danielewski

imaginary friend by stephen chbosky

night film by marisha pessl

don't let the forest in by c.g. drews

middle grade:

magyk by angie sage

a kind of spark by elle mcnicoll

sir callie and the champions of helston by esme symes-smith

holes by louis sachar

the mighty heart of sunny st james by ashley herring blake

new adult:

loveless by alice oseman

obsidian by jennifer l armentrout

masters of death by olivie blake

alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

angelfall by susan ee

the sunshine court by nora sakavic

the king's men by nora sakavic

vicious by v.e. schwab

queenie by candice carty-williams

hell bent by leigh bardugo

nonfiction:

into the wild by john krakauer

it was vulgar and it was beautiful by jack lowery

the last lecture by randy pausch

what i want to talk about by pete wharmby

furiously happy by jenny lawson

ace by angela chen

blood sweat and chrome by kyle buchanan

refusing compulsory sexuality by sherronda j brown

the great divorce by c.s. lewis

the cancer journals by audre lorde

the dark interval by rilke

inverse cowgirl by alicia roth weigel

translated works:

the memory police by yōko ogawa

vita nostra by marina dyachenko

the strange library by haruki murakami

young adult:

the mask falling by samantha shannon

check & mate by ali hazelwood

i was born for this by alice oseman

the hunger games by suzanne collins

just listen by sarah dessen

ignite me by tahereh mafi

the unexpected everything by morgan matson

save the date by morgan matson

tash hearts tolstoy by kathryn ormsbee

neverworld wake by marisha pessl

the spirit bares its teeth by andrew joseph white

compound fracture by andrew joseph white

the wicked king by holly black

short story collections:

the tangleroot palace by marjorie liu

what is not your is not yours by helen oyeyemi

the late americans by brandon taylor

filthy animals by brandon taylor

seven empty houses by samanta schweblin