#raven cycle trailer

[romantichopelessly]

something about the raven cycle kids and the quest to be seen and understood and the physical manifestations they have of their inner selves. gansey and his eccentric camaro that’s always breaking down. ronan and his raven that’s almost literally his heart. blue and her old beech tree that’s with her through everything. and adam who doesn’t know his true self; adam who is the trailer, the hondayota, the st agnes apartment, the magician card. adam who has to remake himself.

[casualprincessbarbie]

Okay Maybe I Was Looking - Julian (Trailer Park Boys) X Fem!Reader

Summary: Julian’s your gym crush and he likes you. You take Sarah to the gym and Ricky fucks things up, so Julian’s trying to sort everyone out.

Warnings: Swearing. Lowkey, Julians creepin’ on you. Just looking a lot lol.

Word Count: 2289

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Working out was an amazing outlet to release negative energy. This energy was usually rage from people at work or elsewhere pissing you off. Regardless, the gym always eases your mind. Lately, there’s been a feeling as if someone’s watching. The people there were usually from the park, but occasionally there were severely cheap gym rats. Ah gym creeps, not many of them, but there’s usually a couple. Whatever, as long as they didn’t make a physical move you thought. If someone was going to be staring though, you had a preference.

There was one man you wanted to see during your gym trips. Julian, the owner of the place. He was always lingering around the building. Sometimes he was lifting weights himself, telling employees what to do, or sipping on his drink on a break, leaning on a wall outside. Before the gym, you had heard of him, since he’s always firing his handgun and fighting with Mr. Lahey. With you being a regular now, you knew each other’s names. He’d always ask how your workout was on your way out. It was a nice routine of being acquainted, but it would be nicer to get a bit closer.

You never knew, but when Julian was at the main desk checking people in and you would walk out, his eyes were trained directly on your ass. As soon as the door was closed and he noticed the camera crew giving him a look he’d give them the death stare demanding “Would ya stop filming me!” As far as you could tell though, he was just the friendly gym owner. Of course with the sexy raven black hair, tall stature and solid chest.

One day you showed up to the gym with Sarah. She didn’t usually go with you, but she said she was trying to get more exercise these days and you seemed like the perfect person to help her out. Sarah was one of your best friends in the park. The woman met you when she got back from jail and didn’t have a place to stay, so you let her crash for a few days before she patched things up with Lucy. She said she’d introduce you to her soon.

“Oh yeah by the way Sarah, the owner of this place… he’s so cute but I never seem to be able to have a solid conversation with him. It’s good because he makes sure to chit chat with me everyday, but you know, I wanna be able to talk to him outside of here, if that makes sense,” you told her getting out of the car. In that moment Sarah from surprise spray spit out her sip of water she was in the middle of. “Y/N, do you mean Julian?! Fuck I grew up around that guy. Him, Ricky and Bubbles,” Sarah started explaining that she actually knew your gym crush. In fact Lucy was in a relationship with Ricky and they had a daughter, Trinity. You asked what Sarah knew about Julian and she said, “Well, he’s a leader, he tries to take care of everyone in the park. People usually don’t describe him as ‘cute,’ but I can see it. Warning you right now though, I know he’s had a few run-ins with the law over the years.” The last part was a bit worrisome, but eh it was a trailer park, most of the people there were a little questionable.

Once you guys got inside the gym you went to use the lat-pulldown machine. You showed Sarah how to do the movement slowly and how to grip the bar with your hands properly, before doing a set. Then it was her turn. Repeat the cycle.

All of a sudden in the middle of Sarah’s third set a man with curly ginger hair and a tacky shirt shoved her to the side saying “Fuck off Sarah, I gotta get this done before my date with Lucy!” Sarah was on the ground and started getting up with you helping her. When she got both feet steady on the ground you were ready to be angry at this jackass.

“You, yeah you asshole. Why’d you just push my friend in the middle of her set? That’s extremely rude you entitled prick,” you stood up for Sarah. Both of you had your arms crossed, glaring at Ricky. A scene was starting to form after Ricky had first shoved Sarah. Ricky was getting more and more agitated by the situation he had caused. “Sarah, and I don’t know who the hell you are, I have to get ready for my date in 30 minutes, but these muscles gotta be taken care of right now. You two are fucking up my workout-“ Ricky was stopped in the middle of his tangent by Julian coming over and slapping his hand over Ricky’s mouth. He looked beyond embarrassed, as he should at his friend’s behaviour. “Girls, I’m really sorry for what just happened, you can work out here for free for the next month. I’ll make sure Ricky leaves you alone for the rest of your workout,” he assured you. Ricky was trying to yell through Julian’s hand. You couldn’t believe Sarah’s friend was actually dating this guy.

Ricky’s Confessional: The new girl is annoying, should know her place you know. Fuck, I can shove Sarah whenever I want. She was in the way!

Julian pushed Ricky behind him, still trying to defuse the situation. Ricky was still swearing at you and Sarah so you yelled back, “If you’re so worried about your date, working out the day of isn’t going to hide the fact you’re out of shape you loser!” Probably not the most calming thing to say, but this guy deserved it. That comment got Ricky furious. How dare she downplay my muscular physique! He got free from Julian and was charging at you. Usually you would be more afraid of a man, but Ricky was the definition of sloppy.

Y/N’s Confessional: Yeah I punched him.

Once he was close enough in range to you he gave him a solid right hook. He was toppling over after the punch and then hit the ground when you kneed him in the abdomen. As soon as he hit the ground, Sarah was raving about how what you had just done was “So badass.” However, you were scared because that was probably technically assault of some sort. At least he attacked first so it should be categorized as self-defense. “Julian, my apologies for the scene, we’ll just get goin’,” you told him. With everyone staring you just wanted to go home. “Y/N, wait-,” Julian started trying to get you to stay, but you and Sarah were gone.

Ricky was fuming, ready to hit anything in his vicinity. After what happened Julian was pissed. “God Ricky, why’d you do that? Y/N just ran off because of you,” he had his hand with no drink shoving his pointer finger in Ricky’s chest. “Well if they just stepped aside when I asked them to, none of this would've happened,” Ricky pathetically tried to defend himself. His lying skills were handy with the police, but Julian could see right through him by now. Julian was fed up and tired of listening to his excuses, “You better be on your way for your date. Lucy’s probably waiting.” The ginger put his head down and shyly walked away like a defeated child. Julian also took this opportunity to tell everyone, “Go mind your business, nothing happened.”

Julian’s Confessional: Fucking Ricky, he messed up the whole thing with Y/N and I. I’m pretty sure Sarah told her Ricky’s my friend, so now it looks like I'm hanging out with dicks.

Y/N’s Confessional: For sure Ricky’s a dick. I don’t know, I’ll probably talk about it with Julian later. I mean I hope he didn’t break the pulldown machine.

You dragged Sarah back to the car and hopped in just to escape the people and the gym for a while. “Sarah, let's go back after dinner, but I don’t want to go right now,” you explained. Sarah understood because she’d been dealing with Ricky for the majority of her life.

Since the workout fell through, you left the park for a quaint little diner nearby. Sarah was telling you some stories about being back in school with the boys. “Oh they were trouble. Actually Ricky wasn’t too bad at school because he dropped out when Julian stopped helping him with every single thing. That was probably grade 9.” Very quickly you noticed the pattern that Julian was the responsible one compared to Ricky, and that Ricky took his guidance a lot of the time. After some silly moments from childhood and teen years, Sarah went on about more current events. “Ricky is really annoying a lot of the time, but I’ll admit, I do think he loves Lucy. He’s always trying stupid shit to impress her. It rarely works out the way he thinks it will though. He loves Trinity too. His daughter means a lot to him for sure,” she was revealing his redeeming qualities. After that it was hard to hate him as much. It was very difficult to believe at first, but sometimes he really is that stupid, apparently.

7 PM

You and Sarah got back to the gym ready to get focused. The pulldowns were tried again, with better form this time. Sarah had gotten the hang of the exercise a bit more and there were no big men to crash into her in the middle of it. After the pulldowns you were doing pullback rows with the machine.

Julian was looking from a distance. He was checking to make sure all the machines were running smoothly, the weights were in the right places, and on you coaching Sarah. It was getting harder for him to focus on anything but you as the workout progressed. Next, you did bent-over rows with one hand and leg on the bench. He was using the mirror to see your chest, the way the shadow between your tits was more pronounced in that position and they looked so juicy to him. That and the way your ass looked while it was leaning slightly back. What he was forgetting was that Sarah had a good full view of the mirror too while you were doing the exercise. Julian saw Sarah raising an eyebrow and her arms folded. She was so onto him. He looked down, up, then to the side, anywhere away from you so maybe you wouldn’t catch him staring.

“Hey Y/N, your gym crush is totally looking,” Sarah pointed out once you finished your bent-over rows. You glanced around the gym and saw him restocking the machine wipes dispenser. “Hah hah, very funny Sarah. Are you sure? He’s just doing work probably,” you were reasoning with her. Also yourself because it’s dangerous to get your hopes up for any guy. Your friend wished you could have seen the way Julian was looking and then looking away whenever he realized he got caught.

When you finished your workout with Sarah you decided to talk to Julian on the way out like you always do. The two of you greeted each other like usual, but this time you were giving him more from the eyes. He was standing closer up than he normally did, so he seemed a lot taller. His body was intimidating but that’s what also made it so hot. “I’m really sorry about the Ricky thing-,” “ No, don’t mention it, we all have friends who do stupid things once in a while,” you interrupted his apology. Sarah tapped you on the shoulder saying she’d meet you at the car. Julian was glad to have a bit more privacy in the conversation. “I liked how you stood up to Ricky actually. He’s my buddy but he was asking for it. Anyway, you wanna go out sometime?” You were still giving him an innocent look that made it harder for him to keep his cool. “Yeah, when?” After setting up the date you were feeling brave. “Yeah I was told you were looking over at me a lot earlier, but I said you were probably busy.” Julian’s face went red as he thought about a smooth way to respond, “It probably looked like it. Okay I was looking,” real cool Julian, he thought, fucking creepy. He was mentally kicking himself but you were giggling

As soon as you got back to your car with Sarah leaning on the passenger side, you were so excited to share what just happened. First though you were curious, “Do you think he likes me?” Sarah had seen the beginning of the interaction and assessed, “He definitely thinks you’re cute, he was looking at you that way.” That made you smile, but you smiled harder as you told her, “Ah that kind of makes sense… because he just asked if we could go out this weekend!” Sarah’s eyes widened and she screamed with you for a quick second.

Sarah’s Confessional: I’m happy for Y/N but she’s definitely too good for Julian. He better treat her like a queen. Fucker.

Ricky’s Confessional: I was talking to Bubbles a few minutes ago. Yeah he told me Julian’s all hyped up for his date this weekend with Y/N. He’s such a horny bastard. That gym girl has got him hooked around her middle finger to flip at me. Whatever. Lucy was mad I was late for the date and now I can't come into the trailer. This is all Y/N’s fault. Her and Trevor and Cory somehow I bet.

[hoffmannwrites]

You Better You Bet

Previous - PART TWELVE - Next - Masterlist

Author’s Note: Holy shit y'all. It's been a hot minute, huh? I have spent a lot of time thinking about finishing this fic and I just simply must be done with this. I've got a few more chapters coming your way, and then I must bid au revoir to YBYB. It's just been so long. I love you guys so much and thanks for sticking around.

Pairing: Riverdale, FP Jones, and 19-Year-Old Reader

Description: A bet with Jughead leads to so much more than winning.

Warning: Language, Adult themes, Age Gap,

Song Inspiration: Everybody (Backstreet's Back) - Backstreet Boys (Get it?)

By the time Thursday came around, you were doubting everything. Your mind changed every five minutes. You shouldn’t tell Jug. You should have told Jug from the beginning. Well, better late than never, right? You shouldn’t even be with FP. You should be with FP and not tell Jug outright, but not hide it either. Your head cycled through every possibility all day long. You barely accomplished anything other than going through the daily motions, as you were too preoccupied with worrying over how tonight was going to go. No matter how anxiety ridden you were, you never texted FP. For one thing, you didn’t want to freak him out. He was probably already worried and didn’t need your freak out on top of his. But more than that, you trusted him. You knew this was important to him and the right thing to do overall, so you let him take the reigns. It was comforting to know that whatever ended up happening, at least you and FP would have to deal with it together.

You weren’t sure when Jug was heading over to the trailer, so you sent a text to FP after you got out of school simply asking him to keep you updated. He texted back quickly saying Jug was coming over now and he’d let you know how it went as soon as he could. You thought about doing something to preoccupy your mind while you waited, but knew that trying to do anything would be useless. So you just went home. And waited. And waited.

It felt like decades had gone by when your phone finally chimed with a text from FP asking you to come over for dinner. Was he serious? No context, no update. Just a dinner invite? You typed back furiously “uhhhh what am I walking into here, Jones?”. Fuck, it went bad. You knew it was a bad idea. Fuck.

His response came quick, but not quick enough to calm the rising anxiety in your stomach.

“He took it good. Invited Betty over too. Figured it'd be nice to get everyone on the same page right off the bat”

Oh. Okay. So Jug didn’t hate your guts. That was promising. You’d have to feel out exact how he was taking it when you got there, but knowing Betty would be there too was promising. You got yourself ready, texted Betty to see if she wanted a ride, and then you went on your merry way.

Betty had a lot of questions in the car ride over. She knew you had seen FP again because of your sleepover text escapades and you’d made some casual comments about how it was going here and there, but nothing of any substance. You kept FP from Betty mostly because you didn’t want to have to ask her to lie to Jughead. She kept the little information she had known to herself, but now that it was out in the open, she was ravenous for details. Between her and Jughead’s thirst for knowledge and inability to leave anything alone, you were shocked it had taken this long honestly. She asked how serious things had gotten and how often you saw each other and if you’d discussed any future plans. And you told her everything. Honestly, it felt nice to be able to confide in someone about your relationship.

By the time you got to the South Side, Betty was fully clued in on your life. You walked up to the trailer, letting Betty enter first. You ambled in behind her nervous as all hell. It was like telling Jug about the bet all over again, except with way more than 50 bucks at stake. FP greeted Betty with a warm hug and then turned to you. “How’s my girl?” he asked with a grin, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head before you could even get a word out.

“Oh you know, living the dream,” you responded angling your head up so he could plant a quick kiss on your lips.

“God, it’s so much worse seeing it. Like I knew it was happening but- fuck, that’s just off-putting” said Jughead, with no real malice in his voice and just a dash of pure disgust.

“Aw, stop it; they’re cute!” Betty gushed. Your cheeks turned pink at the attention, but FP made no move to let you go which comforted your anxiety.

You hadn’t really thought about the whole “my boyfriend can’t cook anything that isn’t microwaveable” thing when you had originally made dinner plans, but thankfully he had taken the initiative to order in at some point. And Chinese food was bound to make anyone agreeable to even the most uncomfortable of situations.

But luckily, things were mostly normal at dinner. Jug and FP caught up on Serpent news, while Betty filled you in on Riverdale’s mystery de jour. (She was 100% convinced that there was something funky up with that new girl and her weirdly blonde dad, but everyone else thought she was crazy. You believed her, but knew better than to get involved. You were NOT going to be the next girl knifed to a musical background because you sniffed around too hard at the insanity that followed B around). Somehow, the conversations got intertwined when FP and Betty connected the dots that maybe this weird girl’s “Farm” was where Fangs had been disappearing to, and you found yourself extremely out of the loop. You excused yourself to start dinner clean up, and, to your surprise, Jughead volunteered to help you. Not that Jughead was a necessarily unhelpful person, you just assumed he would be of more help with the discussion at hand. And that he would probably want to give you a wide birth while he processed the news that you were dating his father. Either one.

You started to silently put away leftovers and wash dishes by hand, as you couldn’t think of anything to say to each other. Silence with Jug had always been comfortable before- a time to think and write and not have to fill the void with mindless bullshit. But for the first time it felt fragile- like one loud noise and the whole trailer would blow up. You just had to say something. Anything. But before you could decide on whether or not it was stupid to talk to your best friend about the weather, he decided to point out the giant leather-clad elephant in the room.

“I’m trying really hard to not be weird about this,” he admitted while drying the plates you were washing. You blinked at him, afraid to cut him off. “I mean, logically, i’m not…opposed. Dad and I have never been particularly close and it’s not like I even live here. You’ve just always fit into a particular space in my life and now I have to find a way to fit you into a very different space.”

“I get that. And I’m not asking you to change anything for me. I know we’ve always had a bond over growing up the way we did. Independent" - i.e. neglected- "and rocky." - i.e. unstable- "And I don’t want this to change that.”

He looked mildly incredulous, “Of course it changes that. I can’t-“

You cut him off. “Yes you can". You lowered your voice and turned to look Jughead in the eye for possibly the first time in weeks. “Yes, FP is my boyfriend. Yes, I have incredibly strong feelings for him that I’m still trying to work out. But I was your friend first. And he was your dad first- a shitty one! And you’re still trying to repair that relationship. You can still talk to me about him, even the bad stuff. I’m not going to automatically take his side in everything. I knew who he was when I started seeing him, don’t think I don’t know.”

Jughead studied you like one of the boards with red string and different clues he has set up. He just stared at your with those unwavering eyes and you refused to look away, not even once. He finally found whatever he was searching for. “Okay,” he sighed. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s just going to be an adjustment period. But if you’re both happy then…” he trails off and shrugs, but you can tell there’s more thoughts in that always one-step-ahead brain of his. You wait for him to form them into a sentence. “I don’t want you to get hurt either. He wasn’t always particularly good with my mom. Or Alice. Once things settle, he gets... complacent. Stops caring.” Jughead's gaze found a point in the distance to fixate on while he thought, surely, about his own relationship with FP Jones and how once things got hard, he stopped trying with him too.

“I know. And this has only been a few weeks, I’m not expecting anything at this point. I’m not saying he’s changed because I don’t know. I wasn’t there for the before and I can’t be sure if we’re in the after. i just know that I believe he has the capability to be a good guy, and that’s enough for me to give him a chance. I see it in the way he tries now. Please don’t think I would ever date a man believing he’s still shitty.”

Jug snorts at that. “You do love to put men in their place.”

“I really, really do.” Jughead bumps his shoulder into yours and it feels good. Normal. Feels like acceptance.

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By the time Jughead and Betty left, you’d decided it was late enough to warrant you staying the night. You and FP flopped down onto the couch, coming down from a joint anxiety wave that you hadn’t even really noticed.

"That went well,” he stated to no one in particular. “I think,” he added, scrunching up his face just the tiniest bit.

“Very well,” you responded, turning towards him and tucking yourself into his side. “Jug and I talked for a little. He’s okay with it.”

FP just twisted his head to look and you and quirked it to the side, looking for more details. “It'll be an adjustment period for him,” you continued. “But nothing he can’t handle. I think he knows that this makes sense. We make sense.” You laced your fingers in between his as he kissed the top of your head.

“Good. That makes this so much easier,” he admitted, resting his head on top of yours. You sat like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, breathing slow, enjoying the silence, and sharing small kisses and light touches.

Eventually FP scooped you up and carried you to bed, where light touches became heavier and kisses became feverish, until you were both so warn out that you passed out, wrapped up in each other again.

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Author's Note Pt 2:

I will never get over the Chad Michael Murray Organ Harvesting Incest Cult plot line.

Why are you, as an adult man, blonde, CMM?

Trying to get back into the flow of writing this as a full blown adult is crazy because I lack the suspension of disbelief that I had when I started writing this. Why are you dating that child, FP Jones? But for you all?? I will suspend my life if you asked.

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[itseyaaaa]

Ribs by Lorde is so the raven cycle vibes that every time i listen to it, my mind creates a trailer of scene of Gangsey

[sufferthesea]

Flash Fiction Friday #4 (The Raven Cycle)

Word: No prompt word was chosen for this fic, but it's titled "Similarities" on AO3.

Pairings: Adam x Ronan, past Adam x Blue, Blue x Gansey

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

Adam often wondered who he liked first, Blue or Ronan. And if his liking of one influenced the liking of the other. As much as they would kill him if he ever admitted this out loud to either of them, Blue and Ronan were two sides of the same coin. Even if they couldn’t see it, or wouldn’t, Adam could. And he did, often. 

For one thing, they both had short tempers. The first time they met Blue, they had all been in Nino’s, and Gansey had volunteered to speak to Blue on Adam’s behalf, even though Adam had begged him not to. Adam could tell just from a single look that Blue was not interested in Aglionby boys. And he’d been right, for the most part. Blue had cursed Gansey up and down right there in the restaurant, not even worried that she was going to get fired. 

Maybe that was the first time that Adam realized, even subconsciously, that she was like Ronan. Ronan would drop f-bombs all day long without a care, except if he was in the presence of his brother Matthew. But if he were around teachers or parents or the other Aglionby boys? Ronan’s vocabulary was more colorful than the tiny rainbow bracelet he’d quietly added to his stack of leather bands not long after their first summer as a couple. 

A second thing they have in common is that they’re outsiders. Or outcasts. No, Adam is an outcast. He’s never fit in, felt popular or cool, never been welcomed with open arms by someone who didn’t want something from him. Blue had her own group of friends. She never tried hard to fit in. She actually worked out to stand out, which was something Adam could never wrap his head around. Ronan was the same. Ronan never tried to be like Declan or like Matthew. He never tried to be like Gansey or Noah or anyone at Aglionby. The only person he really tried to be like was his father, Niall. That was another thing Adam couldn’t wrap his head around. How could anyone want to be like their father? But Ronan’s father was not like Adam’s father. There were plenty of Robert Parrishes in the world, but Niall Lynch was not one of them. He was a good one. A good father, a good husband, a good man. Aside from all the scheming and black market stuff. 

And, Adam supposed, Blue wanted to be like her mother, Maura. Maura Sargent was an admirable woman. She was a better mother than his own ever was. She allowed her daughter to be unique, but also let her know that she was still part of something. Part of a family, part of a business, part of a community. Adam was part of a white trash trailer in a poor part of town, a punching bag, a doormat, a 5-minute sex session (if that) turned into an 18-year commitment. 

As rare as good fathers were, good mothers seemed to be even rarer to Adam. He could understand the abuse, to a point. He was worthless, wasn’t he? He was stupid, and he was a burden, and he was trying to be somebody he wasn’t when he enrolled in Aglionby and started hanging out with Gansey and Noah and Ronan (and, eventually, Blue). But his mother had been a different creature. She’d been silent most of the time. Or she’d asked Adam to appease his father. To apologize. To shut up and take it. To bow down at the altar of Robert Parrish’s rage and provide himself as a human sacrifice for an unobtainable redemption. Maura Sargent wasn’t like that. She had scrounged and bled and cried for her daughter. She had fought for her daughter. She had sacrificed herself for her daughter. And Gansey’s mother, and Ronan’s mother, and perhaps even Noah’s mother (though the information they had on Noah’s parents was as nonexistent as Noah’s heartbeat). All of them were good people, good women, good mothers. Mothers that would go to the end of the earth for their children. Mothers that would die for them. That would kill for them. 

A third thing, if Adam is still counting, is that Blue and Ronan always had their own sense of style. He supposed this probably fell under the second item, but he liked to count it separate. Blue’s handmade clothes and untamed hair and the car she shared with who-knew-how-many women. Ronan’s muscle tees and unkempt uniform and the tattoo covering his back, up his neck, black ink spilling across pale skin that Adam knows by heart now. No one could make Blue or Ronan wear normal clothes, even if they tried. In fact, the mere suggestion that their clothes weren’t normal would probably end pretty badly for anyone involved. 

But Adam wondered over and over again: who did he like first? Did he like Ronan first, deep down, buried under the trauma and fear and self-hatred? Did it come out twisted when he saw Blue, so much like Ronan in her spitfire attitude and unbridled rage? Or did he always like Blue, truly and honestly, but did it dwindle when he realized he wasn’t her true love? Was Blue the unlucky recipient of Adam’s projected love for Ronan? Just caught in the crosshairs of his identity crisis, among all his other crises? He hates to think that what he felt for Blue hadn’t been real. He did care about her. Still does. But he also hates to think that he had loved Ronan the whole time and didn’t even see it because he couldn’t accept that part of himself. (That was, he knew Robert Parrish couldn’t accept that part of himself. And he feared that Gansey couldn’t accept that part of himself. And he wondered if Ronan would ever – could ever – feel the same way. What if he didn’t? What if Ronan had been disgusted by him? What if he’d turned that rage onto Adam one final time, one final explosive time, and blew up every shred of a relationship between them? But it didn’t happen, and Adam had to remind himself that over and over again. He had to make sure he didn’t catastrophize, or else he really would go insane.) 

Adam could probably wonder about this his whole life. It became his version of the “chicken or the egg”, and it used to eat him alive. Blue or Ronan? Blue or Ronan? But it never mattered. He was never Blue’s true love, and he ended up with Ronan. Everyone was happy (at least, as happy as they could be given the circumstances), and they were free. Blue was free to love Gansey. Adam was free to love Ronan. And Adam could feel miserable for not being Blue’s first love, but he won’t, because he was Ronan’s. 

[cabeswaterdrowned]

character study + missing scene of sorts set during The Dream Thieves, focusing on Adam's hallucinations, relationship to Cabeswater, Gansey and himself.

"Adam doesn’t want to stay here. He should never have come, never have let Gansey talk him into this. Not then and certainly not now. He leaves Gansey’s grand bedroom that his trailer and the room at St Agnes could both fit inside, walks down the ridiculous stairs, past the ballroom which the Gansey’s were elite and prestigious enough to have for parties, and out the door. He breathed in the crisp summer air. Then all of a sudden he was walking. And walking. And walking. Anytime his thoughts started to form a Where am I going? The only answer was away. He knew his thoughts should not form like this, that something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do."

[deathlonging]

top 5 moments in ya book series the raven cycle by well. u know.

im crying i don't know if my memory is good enough for this. spoiler it's not but i will try anyway 🩵 it's going to be real low hanging fruit.... but in no true order here we go. paraphrased badly

maybe i dreamed you thanks for the straight teeth

if we could kiss jane i would beg just one off you under all this.

and what does my dog want.

blue noah kiss. this book has too many boys....

any adam blue moment but particularly the one where he doesn't understand why she's pissed that the man says she has nice legs but he tries to connect anyway and they have a semi funny semi resentful moment afterward. bluedam <333

honorable mention 1. adam horrifically homesick his first night in monmouth

2. this is how i talk. im sorry your father never taught you the meaning of repugnant. he was busy smashing your head into the wall of your trailer while you apologized for being alive.

3. i was....more. when i was alive

[deathsmallcaps]

Adam The Raven Cycle Headcanons

I think we all underestimate how much Adam’s rural poverty affects his looks and history, especially towards the beginning of the series.

1. Rural Appalachians often have mostly British ancestry. The British often have narrow mouths that are prone to overcrowding. This sort of problem takes money to fix. Therefore, Adam probably did not have nice teeth at the beginning of the series. He might be fixing it as an adult in college, but that really depends on how much money he has and/or is willing to throw at it right now. He may smile close-lipped a lot, or has the urge to cover his mouth with his hand. They might be yellowish, they might be crooked, he could have an under or overbite.

2. Adam most likely kept his hair really short for a good amount of his life, because lice. And/or, he had a mullet at one point, just because they’re good at keeping hair out of your face if done well, and keeps your neck warm when it’s cold. This practice likely changed once he entered Aglionby for fitting in purposes, but yeah. He may have mustache, if he can grow one (I don’t remember), because that’s very popular for young men in the South. And certainly taking scissors to it to ‘style’ it occasionally is cheaper than buying razors all the time. There’s a good chance he cuts all of his hair.

3. His hands are likely still calloused from all his jobs. It’s said in the books his hands are dry and cracked, and that he used to lick them to try and soothe them. Maybe he bought lotion once in a moment of ‘weakness’ (because he doesn’t want to waste money) and his friends top it off occasionally and hope he doesn’t notice it’s a different color or smell. Because he’s not going to buy more.

4. He’s either a huge neat freak or genuinely doesn’t know a lot about cleaning. That’s how you cope if you live in a trailer year round. You either keep everything as neat as possible, looking cleaning tips like a bored housewife. Or you leave crumbs and cooking scraps because having roaches in your kitchen is just a part of life.

5. I’m going to do some math, skip down to END OF MATH if you don’t care :/

Virginia’s minimum wage in 2012, when the books started being published, was $7.25. If Adam SOLELY used the money from his jobs for the reminder of his tuition ($18,423), that means he had to work 2,541 hours and 7 minutes a year to make that money. Let’s round that up to 2700 because he might need schoolbooks or food or occasionally pay for transportation.

Considering he has to make $18,423 a year, he’s skirting the next tax bracket pretty close *unless* he is working under the table. Since it’s already crazy that he’s doing this shit, let’s assume he’s working under the table. Because otherwise this gets even more miserable. In any case, if he needs to work 2700 hours to make it, he‘ll end up grossing $19,575.

Average American summer is about 8 weeks. So if transportation to each job is 45 minutes, including getting up and ready, etc, because of weather and iffy transportation options, and let’s say he’s working two shifts at two jobs, maybe eating lunch during work or transportation, that means if he allowed himself 6 hours of sleep a night during the summer, he would be ‘transporting’ 2.25 hours a day (I’m going to round it up to 2.5 to account for lunch and to make it easier), that’s a 15.5 hour day.

7 days a week times 15.5 hours times eight weeks is 868 hours, he’s made $6,293 out of the $19,575 needed. Leaving $13,282 to make.

Winter break is about 2 weeks in southern states like Virginia. A week for Spring. Three weeks. Assuming he can get similar hours at his jobs as he did in the summer, that’s 325.5 hours, and $2359.875. I’m going to round it down to $2359. So now he *just* needs to make $10,923 (lol).

Now, using those season break numbers, that leaves 41 weeks in a year for school. However, the average school week is 5 days, and school years in VA are 180 days. So if there never were any holidays and snow days, etc, school would take 36 weeks to complete.

In the interest of not going crazy, let’s work with the average school week of 5 days and say there’s 36 of those. I’m sure Adam worked holidays, but this will roughly amount to the same thing.

I think I remember Adam did early morning shifts and pulled 16 hours on the weekends during the schoolyear. So we’ll work that into his average school day.

Adam still needs to make $10,923. If he works 15.5 hours on a weekend day (using the same numbers as the summer calculations)(Saturday and Sunday that’s two days) for 36 weeks, that’s $8,091 out of the $10,923. That kid works to the bone. Leaving just $2,832 to make to reach that necessary minimum.

$2,832 comes out to about 390 hours and 37 minutes left needed to work. Let’s round it to 391.

That means if spread out over 36 weeks, he needs to work 10 hours and 52 minutes a week. Let’s bring it up to 11 hours.

The average high school day is 7.5 hours, including lunch. So that leaves 16.5 hours in Adam’s weekday.

HOWEVER. He still needs to do schoolwork. The average American teen spends 3.5 hours of time on schoolwork. I think Adam could probably power through it, and not really get distracted like ya girl but also it’s a private school and he’s taking all the hard classes. And hard classes like to pile shit on. So let’s go with 3.5 hours, every weekday. Yes he skips school for injuries a lot, maybe he gets more schoolwork done or job work done during that time. That’s harder to account for.

So that leaves 13 hours for non school activities.

He likely works in 2-3 shifts to cover the eleven hours each week, or maybe it depends on the week - maybe this week he has to work all 5 mornings, maybe the next week he works none. But let’s assume he splits it over all five days for averages sake. That means that 11 hours a week is 2 hours and 12 minutes a day (let’s bring it up to 15 minutes.). So 2.25 hours. Meaning he now has 10.75 hours left in the day.

Assuming transportation including getting ready and going to bed etc is as usual 45 minutes, that means he’s going to work, to school, to home every day. That’s another 2.25 hours. Now he has 8.5 hours left in the day.

Let’s assume he dedicates one third of his available weekday hours to friends. At 8.5 hours for non school non work non homework non transportation time, that means he spends 2 hours and 50 minutes with friends. Let’s round it to 3 hours. Because having fun with friends really does take that kind of time! And he’s really close with those peeps.

END OF MATH

That means he’s getting at most 5.5 hours of sleep on the weekdays.

I don’t remember if he works like this *throughout* all the first series’ books or just the first book. But your boy is tired as fuck. His skin is terrible. His eyebags have eyebags. He probably has a lot of wrinkles and grime under his nails. And he’s going to look even more haggard after ‘breaks’ and on Mondays especially.

I don’t remember how he affords that apartment in later books.

In any case, our boy does not look well at all.

6. This is going to fuck him up severely once he hits college too. I don’t remember if he got loans or scholarships or what. But even if he got a full ride, he’s going to be recovering sleep and health wise for years to come. He probably struggles to eat a salad sometimes. He needs to, for sure, but it’s so outside his taste buds’ usual range and his wallet’s usual range. And no one ever helped him figure out what dressing or vinaigrette made it tolerable for him. That boy has been living on canned food sales and ramen forever. He might get a meal plan and get sick from trying new foods or still act like he’s paying for each piece of food at the grocery store.

7. Very good chance he’s a coupon clipper and still has a little trouble convincing himself that he doesn’t need to buy 6 cans of beans just because they’re $5 all together. Instead of the just one can that he needs this week.

[legallybrunettedotcom]

actually ykw no one can stop me i have an idea... a concept...

wish the year was 2008 and i was a filmmaker, but i'm still kinda shit and not well known and vampire weekend were like hey can you direct a music video for our song campus?

[marleyelona]

WELCOME TO...

[ GUN IN MY HAND ]

A Juice Ortiz Drama

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'JUICE & ANGEL'

Synopsis

ANGELICA "ANGEL" RAVEN is the ex-girlfriend of Juice Ortiz, whom she met and quickly fell in love with during her high school days. To Angel, Juice was the one she could never forget. Maybe it was due to the fact that she wouldn't have her beautiful daughter if it wasn't for him. Or maybe it was because despite their breakup, he continued to be a devoted father to their little girl. He financially supports both his daughter and his baby Mama, which helps Angel out a lot as she is currently putting herself through veterinary school while also working two jobs. One as a veterinary nurse at an animal clinic and another one as a waitress at the cheese cake factory.

Juice had never stopped loving Angel. He often came to see her when things got a little too much for him. And against her better judgement, Angel would let him back into her life over and over again. And was heart broken again and again when he constantly chose the club over her. But even when they were apart, Juice continued to write her love letters, and Angel was ashamed to admit, she kept them all in a shoe box under her bed.

But Angel hadn't seen or heard from Juice since his fourteen month prison sentence. And secretly, she was glad. Recently, she had gotten her life together—she was seeing someone new, moving into a new apartment she now owned and enrolling her daughter into kindergarten—Juice would disrupt her whole life. 

Thinking the endless cycle of their on again off again relationship was over, Angel gets a rude shock when Juice shows up on her doorstep late one night, begging for her help.

Will she turn him away?

Find out in Gun in my Hand...

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'THE GOOD GIRL & THE OUTLAW' 

" Why did love put a gun in my hand?

In my bed, in my head, in my hand.

Was it for redemption?

Was it for revenge?

Was it for the bottle?

Was it for the ledge?

Was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge?

Why did love, why did love put a gun in my hand? "

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GUN IN MY HAND | (meet the cast)

ANGELICA "ANGEL" RAVEN 

(SARAH HYLAND)

22/Veterinary Student/Veterinary Nurse/Waitress at the Cheesecake Factory/Single Mother/5'2

JUAN CARLOS "JUICE" ORTIZ 

(THEO ROSSI)

31/Excommunicated Member of SAMCRO/Part Owner of Clear Passage/Devoted Father/5'11

SHERYL RAVEN

(CHRISTINE BARANSKI)

61/Widower/Former Marine/Drill Sergeant/Overbearing Mother/5'10

MOANA "ANA" ORTIZ

(MARY KATE & ASHLEY OLSEN)

5/Kindergarten Student/Ballerina/Daddy's Little Girl/Pet Owner/3'4

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ALSO STARRING...

THE GUYS 

(JAX & CHIBS)

THE GIRLS 

(GEMMA & WENDY)

the rest of the Sons of Anarchy cast as their own respective characters

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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my characters, Angel, Ana and Sheryl Raven, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to those whom created them. I also DO the aesthetics, covers and trailers that are made.

⚠️18+ NO MINORS⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, mentions of suicide, suicide attempts, suicidal thoughts, possibility of toxic relationships, extreme parenting, strong religious beliefs, age gaps, possibility of an inappropriate relationship will be mentioned, violence against women, criminal activity, guns, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. 

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STARTED : April 2, 2025

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD  : April 2, 2025 

PUBLISHED HERE : April 3, 2025

FINISHED : ongoing 

[adamnsey]

do u have fave adansey hc!!!!! 👁👄👁

omg hiiii i love this ask 👉👈 i had to think about it but some of my favs are....

i hc that adam and gansey kissed once pre-the raven cycle and then never speak about it again and u can read my interpretation of that in my fic lololol...

(not even an hc its basically canon that) adam really likes touch but is too proud to ask for it but i like to think that once he becomes closer with gansey he starts putting his head on gansey's shoulder/leaning on gansey like he does to blue in that one backyard scene... and gansey's reaction is basically the same as blue's, he just Stops Breathing bc he feels so fortunate that adam has chosen HIM to rest his weary head and so he wants the moment to last as long as possible

i hc that adam doesn't sleep well, he doesn't have insomnia like gans but i think he just has a hard time falling asleep when he's at the trailer park. but once he meets Gansey he finds it like weirdly easy to fall asleep in his presence lol, not bc gansey is boring but bc adam just feels really safe in his presence. so like its so easy for adam to fall asleep in the Pig or on the couch on monmouth or something. he had never been a napper but he just falls asleep super easy in gansey's presence.

gansey likes to think of ways he can help adam but also think of ways that he can make adam accept that help. so like gansey will learn about hair cutting or take massage lessons and then he'll be like "adam will u help me and let me practice cutting ur hair" or "adam please i need to practice my massage on a real person please you'd be doing me a favour" and adam knows exactly what he's doing but after a while he still lets gansey and after a while adam thinks it's really sweet. and for gansey the whole time it's just an excuse to help adam and to touch him lol

I THINK, GANSEY THE TYPE OF DUDE TO HOLD HANDS WITH HIS HOMIES. I THINK HE HOLDS HANDS ALL THE TIME. I THINK ADAM AND GANSEY HOLD HANDS. !! :)

jkffjdks so yeah anyways those are some of my favs. i could def go on!!! thank u for this ask i love talking about them <3 <3 yipeeee

[queermccoy]

the only thing that bugs me about the raven cycle is when maggie with her whole chest is like adam lives in a trailer park, his dad has a double wide. girl, a double wide is often larger than a house-house. a park full of double wides is basically a suburb, what are you Talking about?

like i don’t want to sound like i grew up poor but this is a whole house:

[wander-wren]

happy birthday ronan lynch, i finished the t4t pynch angst i've been working on since last august for you <3

it's a bodyswap canon mashup that's kind of a rewrite of adam getting out of the trailer in the raven boys, with stuff from every other book thrown in purely for angst. timeline? what timeline?

this is an ode to both pynch and to being trans and i have a lot of feelings about it. if i was gonna do literary analysis on any of my fics i would pick this one. there's so much Thought happening. i'm really glad it took me over a year to write because the parts i added in the last few months...i definitely couldn't have written a year ago. so that's pretty cool

[zephfair]

Thank you very much @iammistressofmyfate and @lizpaige for tagging me!😘😘😘

currently reading: Krakatoa by Simon Winchester and listening to Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett. I’ve been wanting to make a post about the phenomenal new audiobooks of Discworld because holy wow, some of them are just incredible. Some of the performances are among the best audiobooks I’ve ever heard.😍

favorite color: Purple! All shades! 💜💜💜

last song: Grace Like Rain by Todd Agnew

last show: Father Brown

currently watching: Father Brown season 8. Season 10 just hit BritBox and I’m on a re-watch so I’m ready for the newest season. It’s one of my comfort shows.

last movie: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves on Paramount. It was cute, escapist adventure, but holy moly why did I never know how HOT Rege-Jean Page is??!🥵😍

sweet/savory/spicy: savory then spicy. I don’t love too much sweetness all at once.

currently working on: In fanfic: the second half of Saw All Your Warning Flags 🚩🚩🚩 In life: finding a damn job because nobody wants me.😭

current obsession: Still The Raven Cycle. My FFVII obsession may hibernate at times, but it’s always lurking there, just ready to awaken and devour me, and the new trailer for REBIRTH was very exciting!!🤩

I’m tagging @daydreamingandprocrastination @tesadoraofphaedra @mikansei and @dreamywritingdragon but only if you want to! No worries! And I’m sorry if I’m catching you after you’ve already been tagged!

[tilbageidanmark]

Movies I watched this Week # 150 (Year 3/Week 46):

We All Loved Each Other So Much, only my second by Ettore Scola (after 'A special day'), a sprawling saga of post-World War II Italian life and politics, dedicated to and with a cameo of Vittorio de Sica. Strangely episodic and focused on friendship and the cinema. At one point he's recreating the shooting of the Fontana di Trevi scene of La Dolce Vita, with both Fellini and Mastroianni re-playing themselves - very uncanny!

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The four times is a wordless, award-winning slow-poem from 2010. Philosophically, it follows the Pythagorean notion about the four transmigrations of the soul, as exemplified in the lives of a human, an animal, a plant and a mineral. Visually, it follows a dying goatherd in a small southern Italian village, who mixes the dust from the local church floor with water to drink as medicine. Just as he dies, a baby goat is being born, then the story turns to a fir tree under which that lost goat had died, and finally into a pile of charcoal. The smoke from the burning coal turns into dust, which is what the old shepherd drank. It’s the cycle of life and death. It's a fragile and contemplative viewing, quiet and spiritual.

The trailer. 9/10.

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“Raise ravens, and they'll gouge your eyes out”…

Raise Ravens (Cría Cuervos) by renown Spanish director Carlos Saura. A mystical psychological drama about painful childhood memories. With the same little actress who starred in ‘The spirit of the beehive’. She watches her dying mother suffering in pain, fantasises about poisoning her father, relives her sad upbringing in a villa with an empty swimming pool in the back. That kind of story.

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"Pi-Kan Pai!"

Another frequent re-watch: Best (?) modern romantic comedy, When Harry met Sally. Sweet Sally (Photo Above) and Woody Allen-lite Harry, the original obnoxious mansplainer, and "human affront to all women". How they fall in love in 12 short years. His deeply cynical misogyny is an unpleasant hindrance, but eventually even he changes, becomes softer, even nice.

With a shout-out to Mallomas, the American version of the Danish flødeboller (קרמבו). Still 10/10.

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L’enfer (Torment), my 7th film by Claude Chabrol, a low-rent version of 'The Shining', about a husband who descends into madness. A paranoiac hotel owner starts suspecting that his wife is cheating on him, and his obsessive jealousy turns this whole story into an ugly, unpleasant trip. 3/10.

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Wikipedia has a list of all movies with 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes and # 6 with the highest number of unanimous reviews (129) is Minding the gap, a 2018 Oscar nominee. The debut documentary from one Bing Liu is the tremendous chronicles of himself and his two blue-collar friends. Three young skaters from Rockford, IL, from their teens until much older and sadder, they look back at their disappointed, broken lives. Rockford, IL, a dying rust belt city with 100% empty streets. 9/10.

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All inclusive, a lovely Danish comedy, made by an all-women team, about a 60-year-old mother and her two adult daughters on a Southern vacation to Malta. The one freewheeling daughter wants her mother to have some fun, so she pays a local bartender to flirt with her. My 3rd film with Danica Curcic. 6/10.

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“Call me” X 2:

🍿 Call me Chihiro is a wistful feel-good slow-cinema fairy tale, about a 29-year-old free spirit in a small seaside Japanese town. She's a former sex worker but now she services as a cashier at a Bento shop. Kind and friendly to anyone she meets, she spreads good will to anyone who crosses her path. Always smiling, but nurturing a sad heart, it's a leisurely-told story that eventually meanders over 2 hours with heartfelt snippets of the various characters she touches, but with no resolutions. 7/10.

It made me realize how purely escapist are the all movies I watch. I am satisfied walking with her at sunset on the docks of this pretty, far away town.

🍿 Re-watch: Luca Guadagnino's sensuous Call Me by Your Name. Beautifully-shot, romantic love story of an upper-class Italian summer. Great acting by two hetero(?) players, and the irritating Jewish father.

You know what things... The incredible one-shot at the plaza.

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Pull my daisy, an experimental "Beat Generation" movie, made by photographer Robert Frank in 1959. Written and narrated by Jack Kerouac, and featuring Allen Ginsburg, Gregory Corso and Delphine Seyrig (!), it's a jazzy, free-form poem with an improvisational Joycean flair. A bohemian group crash a party. Nice!

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Apocalypse Clown, an absurdist apocalyptic Irish slapstick comedy about a troupe of washed out clowns, trying to find meaning after a freak solar flare wipes out electricity in the world. Silly and off-beat. 7/10.

The trailer.

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3 by Mabel Normand, silent screen director and actress:

🍿 Mabel Norman was a major female director and star who collaborated with Mack Sennet, and directed Charlie Chaplin's first films.

Mabel's Strange Predicament was Chaplin's first film where he used the tramp persona and costume. It was 1914, and he was slightly less polished: It was obvious he was a drunk, a lecher, a big tipper, his make up had his mouth in a permanent frown. Her predicament was being locked out of her room wearing pajamas!

🍿 Caught in a Cabaret, another 1914 Chaplin 2-reeler. Here he's a waiter who fakes being the Prime Minister of Greenland. There's also a real giantess, maybe a 6'5 foot extra dancing in the background.

🍿 Mabel's Blunder is a gender-bender comedy, with a secretary being hit by both her boss and his father. This short was added to the National Film Registry.

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Etgar Keret is an absurdist, postmodern Israeli poet. More that 100 of his existentialist plays were adapted to short international movies. I discovered him after reading a painful NYT essay ‘I Feel a Human Deterioration’ about the massacre in Gaza.

Wristcutters: A Love Story, based on a story of his, was a bizarre black-comedy experiment about the after-life station where people who had committed suicide find themselves. It opens with a tremendous surprising suicide, but all of its young actors are especially un-charismatic, the directing by some Croatian dude is distinctively mediocre, and even Tom Waits cannot save it. 4/10

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David Cross's 2021 stand-up I'm from the future opens with a stark and powerful story, a woman’s journey to, and experience in, the gas chamber in Auschwitz. It's an angry, scathing criticism of right wing ideology, delivered remorselessly and without pity. 6/10.

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Edgar Wright directed a fake trailer for a fictitious 1970’s exploitation horror film called Don’t. It was included in Tarantino & Rodriguez’s ‘Grindhouse’.

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Oh, how I hated Scorsese’s cult comedy After Hours! The appalling, affected yuppy character, the typecasted Soho artists, the unfunny twists and turns of the journey to ‘get back home’. 1/10.

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(My complete movie list is here)