#projected hard on tashi but it is okay

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Idk if anyone's asked already, but the types of movies or music they're into? Like genres

omfg annie this has been sitting in my drafts for so long for no reason BUT HERE WE GO!!!!

i wrote a bit about movies here, but let's talk about music now :)

Art is the type of guy to turn on the radio and just let whatever is playing play. I bet if he puts on a certain CD in 2006, Patrick is the one who burnt it. As an adult, Tashi has curated a very specific exercise playlist for him. He may have not made it, but he loves all the songs in it. If you introduce him to a new song and he likes it, well he'll add that into his rotation too. Genre is not a big thing for him. If he likes a song, he likes it. His liked songs on Spotify are probably all over the place. Also, I stand by my musical loving Art head canon, so obviously he is a listening to a lot of songs from musicals too. That boy loves musicals throughout his life and that is basically the only thing he himself will choose to listen to. And even that he got from his grandmother. His musical taste is truly an amalgamation of all the people he loves.

Tashi canonically loves artists like Beyoncé and Outkast in the 2006/2007 era, but I can also see her enjoying artists like Fiona Apple, Amy Winehouse, and PJ Harvey. She probably grew up on artists like Nina Simone and Billie Holiday, so she does like jazz. In 2019, I think she'd stll more or less have the same music taste, but would also start listening to artists like FKA Twigs and Rina Sawayama. She is unique and always ahead of the game, so it makes sense to me that she'd like a bit more alternative sounds.

I can't really explain why, but Patrick's music taste is the hardest for me to define. I can see him liking the rap and hip-hop of the 90s and 2000s, but also really enjoying the rock music of the 70s and the 90s. I think his music taste is all over the place too, but he doesn't necessarily listen to all types of music all the time. He jumps from genre to genre but sticks there for sometime. Those genres I mentioned earlier are what I see most for him, but he definitely has some guilty pleasure artists which is mostly modern pop music. I also think that growing up Patrick had to take piano lessons, so he is well acquainted with classical music. It's not something he listens to often, but every once in a while you may be out with him, he hears some piece, and is able to go "oh that's Wagner."

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Time Of Our Lives || Part 15

Part 15:

A week after Liana started working in a small Architecture Firm in New York, her boss called her in for a meeting. Anxiety took over for a moment. She was sweating in her hands and felt like she was going to faint as she sat there, waiting for the 50-year-old man to tell her that she had probably managed to mess up and now she was fired.

"Oh, Liana Levy, the girl of the hour!" He walked into the office cheerfully, causing her to scratch her nose for a second and mentally curse herself. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble." He probably understood her level of stress. No matter how hard she tried, Liana could never hide what she was thinking. "I don't understand what's going on..." She forced a smile, trying not to stutter.

"We received a construction project and the client specifically requested you. He saw your final project in Oxford and was impressed." The man explained. "Specifically me?" Liana asked. "Yes, it's for building a house, in a suburb near New York. To design from scratch. He must really trust you because he insisted that you manage everything." He seemed enthusiastic. Too enthusiastic to be giving such a new employee such a large responsibility. "Of course, you'll get a percentage of this project, and it's one of the most expensive our company has taken on this year. You should be happy; I'll assemble a team for you." He concluded.

"Can I get some details about who ordered the project?" Liana found the mental strength to ask, while Ronen, her boss, was already buried in paperwork. "His name is Art Donaldson. If you follow tennis, you probably know him; he's a rising star in the sport," he said without looking at her. As Liana returned to her desk, the news spread through the office like wildfire. Everyone wondered how the girl with the least experience got the responsibility for the most expensive contract the company had received this year.

Tashi saw Liana from afar as she threw balls to Art and he chased after them. She hadn't seen the her in over three years, but you could tell from Liana's body language that Tashi wouldn't want to be in Art's shoes at the moment. Her steps were quick and long, and she was flushed. All her movements radiated nerves and anger.

"Can I steal him?" Art turned in complete surprise, completely missing the ball Tashi sent his way. "Hey, Liana." Tashi said to her in an amused tone, "Nice to see you." she added. They never had a special connection, but she knew that if the woman in front of her had managed to wrap Patrick and Art around her little finger for years, there must be something worth not ignoring. Tashi didn't see it tho.

"You too." She said to Tashi in response but didn't look at her; her gaze was fixed on Art, "Now, Donaldson," her jaw clenched, and Tashi saw Art swallow and not even ask her before he climbed to the stands, two steps at a time. "Sure, Art, of course you can leave in the middle of training." Tashi said sarcastically. "Maybe I'll bring you his head on a platter." Liana replied instead of him, causing Tashi to raise her hands in surrender. She didn't want to get involved in whatever this was.

Art decided he could look at her like this for hours. Flushed cheeks, glazed green eyes, quick walk toward the shade. He wanted to hug her for a second. To tell her that everything would be okay. That whatever it was, he would solve it for her. But all that after he looked at her a bit longer, while she was just like this. Almost wild. Almost animalistic. Acting purely on instinct. Not thinking about consequences. Only about the here and now. And in her current here and now, Art was present. And after three years of complete ignorance, he called it a win.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" she asked. Her leg was shaking. He couldn't ignore it. But more than anything, he wanted to chuckle. It didn't suit her. This level of anger. She was so small. So delicate. She looked like she could murder him. Physically lift one of the benches and end him right here and now. "A lot of things... right now I don't really like my haircut, I switched barbers and I feel like he cut off too much hair, what do you think, Li?" he answered, trying not to laugh. He couldn't take the situation seriously.

"You know that was my workplace, right?" she said, and he nodded. "Of course, I know. I was very specific in my requirements." He shrugged. Liana could murder him. She was sure of it. His smile was too smug. If she pushed him, maybe he would fall and roll down all the stairs. He deserved it. "Art. People in the office where I've been working for only a week think I sucked your dick and that's why I got a job that's going to earn me more money than I've made in all the years I've existed." she almost screamed. To Art's credit, he held back really well and didn't say 'technically you did suck my dick and sometimes I still imagine it when I want to cum quickly.'

"Li, you're exaggerating." He rolled his eyes instead. "Am I exaggerating? A week! I've been working there for a week! Suddenly the biggest project comes in, and I'm the one managing it? Have you lost your mind?!" she asked. Well, maybe she did scream. He was wandering if Tashi could hear them. She wouldn't let him off the hook. But he didn't care that much. "I bought land and I need to build a house. That's the truth," he said with feigned defeat. "All the construction and planning companies are out of business?" she replied. Her hands were folded under her chest and Art was a man who respected himself and her, so he didn't stare. He only glanced at her chest occasionally.

"I don't know anyone who talks about buildings like you talk about buildings." He shrugged again. As if it were a logical answer. As if Liana were the only architect in the world. "I have no experience, Art. All my experience is completely theoretical." She said in defeat. And Art knew he had officially won. "Liana, I trust you. Besides, think about how exciting this is. Your first project, and you have completely free rein. I trust your taste 100 percent." He stated, not taking his eyes off her. He didn't trust her taste 100 percent; she was in a relationship with Patrick. But he trusted her taste, her abilities, and her passion. She talked about buildings like he talked about tennis. He had a way to give her a good start, not even she could stop him from doing that.

"What do you mean by free rein?" she asked. "Whatever you want to do with this land, do it. Without thinking about the budget. I won some big tournaments this year. It's all good." He shrugged again. As if it were no big deal, but he continued to scrutinize her. He wanted to see that she was proud of his achievements.

"I need to talk to Patrick." She stated, causing Art to raise an eyebrow. "Why?" "Because he's my boyfriend, Art. And this might not sit well with him." She concluded, turning her back to him and walking away. Once again, Art had always been a respectful man, but the sight of her ass walking away in anger was an image he planned to keep in his head for the near future.

"What was that?" Tashi asked, half amused and half curious. "Liana." Art replied, not wanting to elaborate. "I didn't ask who it was, I asked what it was." She clarified, rolling her eyes as she walked to the other side of the net and picked up her racket, seeing Art mimic the action. "That was a point for Art." He answered, more to himself. Tashi hadn't seen Art play like he did in that practice since they were at Stanford.

"Of course not, Liana." Patrick looked horrified. "What do you mean 'of course not'?" she responded. "You are not going to build Art Donaldson's house." He sat down on the torn couch that one of his friends had given them as a gift, shifting his gaze from her to the TV that was on the floor. "I don't have a choice, you know that, right Patrick?" she asked the obvious.

He laughed. The smug bastard laughed. "Of course you have a choice. You just want to work closely with Art. Stand next to him and have him sweat near you while he whispers things about the house in your ear, Liana. Do you masturbate to that when I'm not here?" he responded. "You're an idiot. You really, really are an idiot and need some medical help. You know that? It's clinical in my opinion." she said, completely exhausted from the day's twists and turns. She stood with her back to him and her face to the fan.

"Do you understand the concept of work, Patrick? Do you know what 'boss' means? Do you know what it means when someone else decides your schedule? Do you understand discipline? Because for us to have money for a freaking couch that doesn't smell like piss, one of us needs to work." she said, turning her head towards him.

He looked at her with disgust. No less, no more, disgust. "So, you've decided to be Art Donaldson's whore?" he asked with feigned calm, as if it were a logical question. She turned fully and approached him, crouching in front of him and looking directly into his eyes. "You have 5 seconds to apologize before this becomes the last time you see me in your life." Her gaze was darker. Almost aggressive. Uncharacteristic. He really pushed her to the edge and back in seconds.

"Liana, you must see—" he started, looking aside, unable to contain such level of rage directed at him. "First, apologize for what you said, then speak." She stood up and moved away from him but didn't break eye contact. Expecting him to look at her again. "I'm sorry, of course I don't think you're Art's whore, come on, Liana." He looked at her, trying to minimize what he had said.

She rolled her eyes in response and went back to standing in front of the fan. "You must see what he's doing." He continued from before. "He's building a house you're imagining, Liana. You're building a house you love. Who do you think he wants to live there? Do you really think he's building your dream house for himself? Do you really think Art Donaldson thinks you're that talented?" he almost scoffed at the end.

Patrick didn't believe she could be that naive. Something in him knew no one could be that naive. He was sure part of Liana wanted Art's closeness just as much as he knew Art wanted hers. "You don't think I'm that talented?" she asked, turning her head to him but not her whole body. He hated the fact that recently, even when they were fighting, not all her attention was on him. The fight didn't consume her entirely like it did to him. Right now, she was more concerned with being hot than being angry at him.

"Of course I think you're talented, Liana," he sighed. Not understanding how he ended up in this corner. "Good, because I am really fucking talented. Why are you on the couch by the way? Don't you have a tournament in two days?" she suddenly asked. "I'm resting." "No, you're giving up on yourself. Again." She rolled her eyes.

Liana saw Art training for the same tournament today. They had been in New York for over a month, and Patrick had been to the tennis court four times; Liana knew because she counted. "I'm going to build him the fucking house, Patrick, it's my job, and I want to have money to buy a TV stand. If you don't like it, you're welcome to find yourself a simple, ordinary job of simple, ordinary people that will earn an amount of money that won't make me hesitate whether to buy oat milk or regular milk but then suffer from a stomachache because I want a cup of coffee but I'm lactose intolerant." she took a breath for a moment, "And if you ever call me someone's whore again, because of your stupid insecurity, I will personally cut off your dick. The only one who has been unfaithful in this relationship is you, so don't project your shit onto me." she concluded the conversation with a door slam.

Some days, Liana thinks she hates him. There are too many of those recently.

"I can't fucking hear you," Liana yelled into the phone as she walked among the people who had come to the tournament in New York. "Can you hear me now?" Melissa asked, but Liana heard her voice breaking up. "Hardly." She sighed. Liana missed London. She came to the almost tragic realization that the only person she knew in America and (mostly) wanted to stay in touch with was Patrick. She never had friends here. There was Rebecca, but they didn't keep in touch. Once, she could call Art her friend, but that time was far behind her. All the friends she made in recent years were left behind, and she had to build herself a new social circle. Until she managed to do that, she called Melissa every other day.

"He has a tournament today, and I just know he'll be eliminated after two matches, so why even bother?" she mumbled into the receiver. "I hope you're not talking about me, Li, because that would hurt my ego." She heard Art's voice behind her, as smug as ever. He knew she wasn't talking about him. He won awards. He was on a different level. He had a fresh campaign with Adidas. He was building a house while she didn't even have a TV stand. Liana wanted to choke him.

"I'm on the phone," she said coldly. "Someone I know?" He still spoke in the same amused tone. "No, Donaldson, you don't know her." She rolled her eyes. "Is that Art? The Art?" Melissa said in response over the phone. "Shut up," Liana shot back, unable to focus on both her and the guy in front of her, who looked as young as he looked in college and probably just as dumb. "Maybe I should know her; every friend of yours is a friend of mine, you know, according to the transitive property and all," he said, trying to grab the phone from her. "The transitive property would imply we're friends, Art, which is far from reality." She rolled her eyes again, and he chuckled as she moved away from him. "Asshole," Liana mumbled, almost forgetting the conversation she was having. "An asshole you wish you could fuck," Melissa declared, laughing. "Anyway, I can barely hear you," Liana responded, hanging up. She received a text a second later, 'Love you, bitch. Fingers crossed for Patrick at the tournament. Don't worry too much; it causes wrinkles.' At least someone still knew how to make her smile.

Art found Patrick smoking on a bench. He took a deep breath as he approached him, wearing the best smile he could muster. "If it isn't Patrick Zweig, the one and only," he said casually. Patrick raised an eyebrow at him. "Donaldson," Patrick said. And Art could see that he was the last person Patrick wanted to see. But it's tennis. It's a tennis tournament in America. What did he think would happen? "What, you didn't come all this way to see me?" Art asked with a laugh. Aware that the last time he asked this, Patrick was still with Tashi, and Art thought he cared that he was with Tashi.

"How are you man?" he sat down next to him. "Are you hitting on my girlfriend?" Patrick didn't like beating around the bush, especially not with Art. He hadn't seen Art in so long, and the unfamiliarity was surreal. "Your girlfriend." Art chuckled. "I'm surprised you two have lasted this long. You have to tell me the secret; the longest relationship I had was a month," he responded.

"Good sex," Patrick replied, looking Art directly in the eyes. Knowing that the fact Patrick had been sleeping with her for so many years definitely bothered him. It sat at the edge of his thoughts constantly. Art chuckled again. "Too bad you told her to come here, Patrick," he said, planning to leave when he realized the conversation wasn't progressing. "Too bad I told my girlfriend to come see me play tennis?" Patrick raised an eyebrow. "You forget that long before she was your girlfriend, she was my lucky charm." He walked away without giving Patrick a chance to respond.

Hey guys :) I really love this part for no particular reason. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I was enjoying writing it. Any predictions? Any thoughts? can't wait to hear from you as always. Tell me if you want to be added to the taglist xx

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DISCLAIMER. the following post will be discussing characters whose canon consists of around 6 hours of comedic musical improv and most of their personalities are based on stuff i made up/projected onto them or decisions the actors made to be humorous taken deadly seriously. hold my hand. look into my eyes. its all going to be okay.

also there will be challengers spoilers

regarding last post the thing about moshe and neal is theyre both kind of canonically pathetic wet cats so its hard to find tension between them personality wise which would result in the kind of tashi/art vs tashi/patrick dynamic. i think the difference is neals refusal to accept help is more out of principle and in many ways a need for independence makes him much more like patrick whereas moshes difficultness stems from his abandonment issues which means as much as he will huff and get upset when ppl try to help him in ways he doesnt like, he is incredibly loyal and will eventually listen to the ppl around him because he craves both guidance and validation. i think the hotel scene would play out very similar but i think moshe would be more explicit about his desire for an ultimatum (not on purpose) while also emphasising how much he wants to stay with her despite knowing she will never truly love him like that

that post about tashis one true love being tennis and how she will always love tennis much more than she will ever love the boys while also knowing they are her only way to have that rings pretty true for kharm too. like as much as she cares for and loves neal and moshe in ways her true love is performance and connecting with her fans. as much as she spends so much effort trying to maintain her cool persona, she wants to be vulnerable but they all love her so much and place her on a pedestal so its difficult. shes also honest in little ways like telling them her dreams and crushes which feel like a big deal to her but the only time she can really truly connect and be seen is performing and putting her feelings into songs and she knows she wouldnt have that without the rest of the band. when theyre singing together, whether its with a live audience or a jam session, for those moments they truly understand each other and it is kind of like theyre in love. or something. i dont remember the actual quote but u get it

anyway this ties back to art/patrick & moshe/neal playing together without realising the vulnerability in it thats been there the whole time. i think moshes style kind of mirrors art in the way of like his verses are sometimes a little clunkier he might get focused on one thing and have to jam it in there, art might be a weaker player than patrick but he has tells in the same way moshe is kind of involuntarily showing his inner psyche when he sings, and they still connect to each other. havent thought this part out much but moshe being the new kid at school and being welcomed by the others vs art being a “late bloomer” and patrick helping him are definitely linked. if i follow this thread any further i will start experiencing vertigo but u get where im going

im not sure if they would get a similar satisfying ending like the movie solely because theyre very prone to messiness and poor communication and as im typing this im realising thats kind of challengers whole thing so idk. maybe theyd work it out. i think moshe does sort of have enough admiration and love for neal that he could accept it but he might also spiral and get upset and do moshe things etc u get it. i am not going to talk about did system moshe but it definitely adds layers to this that could either bring it closer to the events of the movie or complicate things further (in a fun way) but also tbh moshe does that on his own anyway

ummmmm also blair witchproject is there

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Misreading

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Toni Topaz x Male!Reader 

Word count: 1276

Warnings: Smut!

Y/N: Your Name 

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“Honey, are you ready yet?” I called, pulling the sheets closer to me as I grinned. I was beyond excited. Y/N and I haven’t had sex in weeks and I was eager to get some action. I honestly felt like he didn’t really care about me anymore and I had no idea why. I knew tonight would be different, so I specifically dressed up in my sexiest lingerie in order to seduce him. I fidgeted in bed, waiting for him to appear. 

“Just a few seconds, I’m just brushing my teeth!” Y/N called back. 

“Oh okay, I’ll just wait here for you!” I replied, a little disappointed that he wasn’t eager to come see me. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring and Y/N’s head popped out of the bathroom, just as confused as I was. 

“Who the hell is ringing the doorbell at this hour?” He asked. I shrugged as he left the room to check who was at the door. I heard his toothbrush still going in the bathroom and groaned, my night was not going how I planned. I left the warmth of my blanket and shivered, then walked to the bathroom to turn his toothbrush off. 

“You left your phone on-” I stopped myself and picked it up. He never showed me his password and I always wondered who he was texting like all the time lately. I looked down to see that he was messaging a girl named Melissa. I frowned, who the hell was Melissa? I looked back at the door and hoped he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. 

‘Are you coming by tonight?’ She asked. 

‘I told you I can’t earlier. I’m with Toni tonight.’ He answered. 

‘Okay but we need to get together again!’ She said. 

‘I’ll try and come by tomorrow okay?’ He said.

‘I hope you can!’ She said. I gasped, I can’t believe it! He’s really cheating on me with some bitch named Melissa!? I felt tears forming in my eyes, but I stopped myself, I was stronger than this. I heard shuffling behind me and I dropped the phone on the counter then ran back into bed. He came in a few seconds later with a slightly annoyed look on his face. 

“God those sales people are annoying. They’re just trying to get money out of you.” He said. 

“I hope you didn’t give them any.” I said, trying to pretend everything was alright. 

“Nah I didn’t.” I said returning to the bathroom. 

“Hey, I thought I left my toothbrush on?” He said. 

“I didn’t hear anything, so probably not?” I answered. He finished what he was doing then joined me in bed, smiling gently at me. 

“So, what did you want to do tonight?” He asked 

“Actually, I’m not feeling good right now. Think we could do this tomorrow instead?” I asked, acting like I had a headache. 

“Sure, I have some stuff I should do anyway.” He said and I felt my anger rising, but to my surprise I managed to contain it. 

The next day I told Hogeye that I couldn’t come in. I was determined to get back at him for cheating. I decided I would grab a coffee from a little shop on the Southside to help distract myself a little. That’s when I got the idea. 

That night Y/N did his nightly ruiten and then joined me in bed. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss. 

“Did you want to do anything tonight?” He asked and I smirked. 

“Yeah actually.” I said and kissed him deeply. He responded just as I hoped and I pushed him onto his back. I put both my hands on either side of his head and loomed over him. I pressed my lips to his again and tied his hands together, then to the headboard. 

“Whoa, what the fuck?” He asked annoyed and I just smirked at him. I quickly tied his legs down to the bed so he couldn’t move at all. 

“Toni, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked. 

“Shut up, I’m in charge.” I said and his eyes widened. I unbuttoned his shirt revealing his bare chest. I licked up his chest and smirked down at him. I straddled him and decided to tease him. I ran my hands down my torso, tracing my breasts. I ran my fingers over my nipples, then wrapped my hands over my hips. I rocked my hips a few times and smirked when he groaned. One of my hands crawled lower until it found my pussy. My smirk grew as I put my fingers inside, exploring all the places I liked best. I then took my fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sliding it between his lips. He took my fingers into his mouth and sucked on my fingertips. As he cleaned my fingers I used my other hand to play with myself some more. When he was finished I replaced them with my other hand. He accepted them easily, which only made my smirk grow. I didn’t even realize when I started playing with myself again. I was bringing myself close to an oragsm. I considered making him use his tongue, but decided against it. I closed my eyes and arched my back. Finally I moaned out my first orgasm of the night. He had a smile on his face. I noticed he was rock hard and smirked. I grabbed his dick and started pumping him slowly. He groaned and struggled against the restraints. I slid forward and pushed his shaft between my lips, brushing over my clit. I moaned and knew I didn’t want to wait anymore. I leaned up and pushed myself onto his cock. I bucked on top of him and he pushed his hips up to the same rhythm. I watched his muscles tightened as I gave him the ride of his life. I placed my hands on his chest, taking more control, but tilted my head back as I lost myself in the mix of pleasure and power. I had no idea how long it took me, but I came. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at our ceiling. I looked down at Y/N and smirked. I leaned down on my elbows then rested on his chest. I rolled my hips just the way he liked it, but stopped just before he was about to explode. I sat back up and smirked down at him. 

“Why’d you stop?” He groaned. 

“You don’t deserve to cum, you cheating bastard!” I growled. 

“What? I didn’t cheat on you!” He said confused. 

“Don’t you dare lie to me! I saw your messages with Melissa!” I growled. 

“Baby, Melissa is my partner on a school project! I would never cheat on you!” He said and my eyes widened. 

“Oh my God… babe, I’m so sorry!” I said and quickly untied him. Y/N chuckled and pulled me to him. 

“You honestly thought I was cheating on you?” He asked and I sighed. 

“It seemed like it…” I answered embarrassed. 

“I would never do that to you Toni.” I said and I sighed. 

“I’m really sorry babe.” I said and he just kissed my head. 

“Do you want me to finish you?” I asked and he shook his head. 

“It’s fine baby, let’s just get to bed.” He said, pulling the covers over is. 

“You are too good for me.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Other way around baby.” He said and I smiled. I was so stupid for ever thinking Y/N would ever cheat on me! 

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May TBR--

I don’t know how this happened (okay, lies, I do know how this happened), but I only physically own two of the ten books I plan on reading in the month of May. My physical TBR this month is failing so hard. But I am picking up books on my kindle and through NetGalley this month so let’s talk about them.

Kindle-- 1. The Vital Abyss by James S. A. Corey-- Technically book #5.5 in The Expanse series. It’s the 10th work in the series. I’m not sure what this novella explores, but I love this series so much and will continue reading everything from it.

2. Mixed Signals by Mia Heintzelman-- This is another book in the Ten First Dates anthology that I mistakenly purchased when it went on sale for Kindle. It has ten full length romance novels in the anthology that are all first books in a series. This one is about a man and a woman who the universe keeps putting together despite the fact that she “pre-hates” him before they’ve ever formally met. I really just want to knock out this anthology this year. Four left, we can do it. Starting with this one.

3. The Humans by Matt Haig-- This one is a book from my 40 Books Before 40 project. An alien imposter must destroy evidence of a human’s mathematical break through while pretending to be mathematician Professor Andrew Martin. I’ve heard this is a funny look at humanity from an outsider’s perspective.

4. Fortune Favors the Cruel by Ken Carpenter-- The first in a series. Quinn, freed from the chains of slavery, wants nothing more than vengeance against those who sold her. Lazarus Fierte is a controlling and stubborn noble who has been waiting for a woman to appear--a Maji of great power, capable of terrible things. She could be his savior or his destroyer. The only thing he didn’t predict was that she would become both.

NetGalley-- 1. Fake It Till You Bake It by Jamie Wesley-- The short synopsis on GoodReads says, “A reality star and a cupcake-baking football player pretend to be a couple in order to save his bakery in this sweet and sexy romance from Jamie Wesley.” Stop. Stop. I requested the ARC already. A fake dating trope??? Cupcakes??? Sports??? You’ve got me.

2. Wake the Bones by Elizabeth Kilcoyne-- The synopsis for this one is pretty mysterious. A girl named Laurel just wanted to resume her life as a tobacco hand after dropping out of college. But a devil from her past has returned and now she has to unravel her mother’s terrifying legacy and tap into her own magic before the fate of everyone she loves is doomed. It looks dark and fantastical so I’m excited for it.

New Release-- 1. Dig Two Graves by Gretchen McNeil-- A late April release that I’m hoping to get to this month. This is a take on the noir film Strangers on a Train. In this novel, Neve and Diane meet at a girl’s empowerment camp and jokingly promise to kill each other’s problems. It was just a joke...right? At least that’s what Neve thinks until her ex-best friend winds up dead.

2. A Show for Two by Tashie Bhuiyan-- I read and thoroughly enjoyed this author’s debut novel so this one went straight into my cart to preorder. This one also seems like it’ll be a Young Adult romance novel. We follow Emmitt, an indie film star, as he tries to lie low at a regular high school in order to research a role. Mina acts as his tour guide in exchange for him being in her short film.

Physical-- 1. Nemesis Games by James S.A. Corey-- Book #5 in The Expanse. This series follows James Holden and his crew as they continue to explore the expanding galaxy. This is so far into the series that I don’t think I can explain the plot more than that. But we follow a crew whom I love and would die for. And the science just works.

2. Lumberjanes Vol. 16: Mind Over Mettle-- In this comic series we follow the girls of the Roanoke cabin at Miss Qiunzilla Thiskwin Penniquiqul Thistle Crumpet’s Camp for Hard-Core Lady-Types as they face supernatural creatures and earn merit badges.