#seance tea party

[reimenaashelyee]

Growing up is terrible.

No one has time to do anything fun, or play outside, or use their imagination. Everything is suddenly so serious. People are more interested in their looks and what others think about them than having fun adventures. Who wants that? Not Lora. After watching her circle of friends seemingly fade away, Lora is determined to still have fun on her own.

A tea party with a twist leaves Lora to re-discovering Alexa, the ghost that haunts her house — and Lora’s old imaginary friend! Lora and Alexa are thrilled to meet kindred spirits and they become best friends . . . but unfortunately, not everything can last forever.

The first chapter/teaser of my graphic novel published 3 years ago!! It's a Halloween/autumn tale about the fear of growing up and getting old, and what a blessing it is to age.

You can read the full story in libraries and bookstores anywhere.

[ah0yh0y]

finished vol 2 of The Carpet Merchant of Konstantiniyya today

and can i say ITS ON MY SHELF BOTH OF THEM

oh MY GOD

i am literally gesturing to the floor right now its so good

the character relationship THE ACCURACY OF THE MUSLIM REP THE MAIN ROMANCE like tis SO REALLLL

and the mc's faith is front and center and its like not just an aside IT GUIDES WHAT HE DOES

LIKE IT TACKLES ORIENTALISM SO WELL

i started crying in the middle of study my guys its OS GOOD

if i had money i would buy it but like like the first vol is $45 and the second is like $60 something and im too broke for this ISIDSIJDIODI

ANYWAY READ

READ THIS GRAPHIC NOVEL

ITS FREE TOOOOOOO

FEAST YOUR EYES AND YOUR SOUL UPON IT

[bayoubashsims]

The Addams Family Cemetery

So I created a separate lot for the Addams Family cemetery. It's an owned business that bans everybody else and they use it to party and stuff. I used the fog by BeOSBoxBoy here, which is so lovely but shame it isn't animated.

A family picture, of course, in front of the Addams family tree and the crypt underneath, where they would summon their ancestors for family gatherings.

A panoramic view of the cemetery. Aah the intoxicating gloom of the graveyard! And the entry from the house's direction. Might be lovely to get their family crest on the arch!

The gazebo is for tea and seances. Morticia comes here to contact her dead relatives.

Gomez and Morticia embracing as they talk about life, death, and more death.

Morticia lecturing Fester about the family honor. Psychopaths, fiends, mad dog killers. Brutes, Fester. Pioneers, lest we forget.

Wednesday and Pugsley asking Lurch to dig up old Grandpa Sludge.

Grandmama brewing up a graveside delicacy with a murder of crows and a flock of bats.

And Debbie, taking Pubert out for a walk. Hold still ya little brat!

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: The Dead Speak [Smiling Man x Reader]

Title: The Dead Speak [Smiling Man x Reader]

Synopsis: Your mom always told you not to play with Ouija boards. Maybe you should have listened.

For Horrorfest request: A party game seance of ouija board. Nothing seems to happen, maybe the vibes change a little, but not much else. Until they are walking home and encounter a very friendly lost young gentleman.

Word count: 2210

notes: references to dead people and ghosts, reader is drinking/tipsy

You were the only one who didn’t want to play with the Ouija board. Not because you had some deep-rooted belief in them, not really; you’d never encountered spirits or accidentally summoned a demon or anything like that after pulling out the Hasbro mass market produced party game.

But your mom had believed in them. She refused to let you bring one in the house, had adamantly reminded you before every childhood sleepover--”Absolutely no Ouija boards, my sweetness--and had even told one of your friends that they had to leave their mall-bought Ouija board hair bow in the car before they came inside for dinner.

No one else here seemed to have the same qualms, parent-induced or not, so you shrugged at being the odd one out and didn’t raise a fuss. Especially since the party was almost over, and all that remained were you, the host, and a few stragglers. 

It was Halloween night, after all--people just wanted to have fun. 

Which in this case meant the party host running around the house and shutting off all the lights while someone else dug out a bag of unused tea candles and began to light them. It wasn’t the brightest--no pun intended--idea. A fire hazard, for sure. Especially since most of the guests had already tackled the spiked apple cider and ghost-shaped jello shots, which were currently warming up your belly.

But you’d be damned if the candles didn’t make everything look dim and spooky. Your mind felt fuzzy from the darkness and the booze as you settled down with the group in the living room, scooting on your butt up to the coffee table where the board had been set up.

“Everyone knows how it works, right?” The host asked. Her deep red lipstick was smeared--from drinking or kissing--and she’d tossed aside her witch hat a while back. 

Of course you knew. Everyone knew. You put your fingers on the planchette and pretended that you weren’t moving it around while people asked questions. Inevitably someone would accuse another person of moving it and the fun would eventually dissipate. Or so you’d seen at slumber parties, while you dutifully sat on the bed and finished painting your nails or simply watched, hugging a pillow, wondering if it was betraying your mom to play with Ouija outside the house.

That was when  you were a kid, though. There was no deep-rooted feeling of betrayal now as you rested two fingers on the planchette. Only a vague sense of giddiness, spurned on by the alcohol, by the very existence of Halloween night. 

“Is there a spirit in the room with us?” The host asked softly. 

Was it your imagination, or did the candles flicker? They seemed dimmer, somehow. Probably because they were cheap tea lights. 

And then the planchette moved--probably the host, you thought--towards the most obvious (and fun) option: 

YES.

Someone giggled. You snorted, and wondered how many jello shots were left on the counter. You were going to walk home, anyway.

“Who are you?” 

“What if it’s a demon?” Someone asked. You couldn’t quite tell whose voice was coming from where in the dark. And you didn’t know everyone at the party, anyway, aside from the host and a few people who’d already left.

“Then we’ll ask him politely yet firmly to leave,” you said, giving your best Hank HIll impression. One person laughed, so at least someone here appreciated your ability to reference an unholy amount of TV shows or movies at the drop of a hat.

But the planchette didn’t slide across the letters DEMON. Instead, it shifted towards three letters in slow succession. 

M...O…M.

Something queasy turned over in your gut. The spiked cider and sub sandwich that had been sitting out too long, probably.

“Is anyone’s mom dead?” The host asked, then immediately gasped. “Oh fuck, sorry, that was shitty to say.” She glanced at you sheepishly. Your cheeks heated up and your stomach turned sour again.

Your mom was dead. But you probably weren’t alone, even in a small group. Cancer was a bitch and it took a lot of people, didn’t it? Ah well. You brushed aside that sour feeling and reminded yourself that your friend was drunk.

She cleared her throat. “Whose mom are you?”

The planchette started to move. The sound of the plastic moving over the cardboard was thin and dragging, like someone scraping their nails down a box.

Letter by letter, the planchette spelled your name.

You took your hands off the planchette and felt words fly freely out of your loose, alcohol-tinged lips.

“That’s really fucked up. Are you kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The host--your friend, if you would even call her that anymore--put her own hands up in defense. Everyone else slowly let their fingers fall away from the planchette, watching the exchange between you two in awkward silence. 

Party over. 

“I swear to God I’m not moving it. I’m sorry, fuck, you know I wouldn’t do that. I swear to God I didn’t.”

You scooted back from the table and stood up. You felt sober, suddenly, even though your spinning head from getting up too quickly said otherwise.

“Whatever. I’m out. This is just mean.” You shook your head, ignoring your friend’s protests--

And that’s when the planchette started moving again. 

Slowly. Letter by letter. With no one’s hands on the damn thing.

“What the hell?” Someone asked. 

You didn’t want to look. You wanted to get out of here. It was a sick prank, that’s what it was. But the planchette kept moving, and finally someone leaned over and began to sound out the letters, until they formed a sentence.

A sentence that made your bowels clench so hard you thought you would piss yourself. 

I TOLD U NEVER TO PLAY WITH OUIJA BOARDS

It couldn’t be. This was sick. This was wrong. 

This was…

“Mom?”

The words left your lips soft and shaky.  You weren’t sure anyone else heard them.

But then the awful planchette slid across the board again, and someone read the letters until they made sense; terrible, horrifying sense.

ABSOLUTELY NO OUIJA BOARDS, MY SWEETNESS

My sweetness. A nickname only your mom had called you growing up. She called you that to her last breath, wheezing and agonized. 

You leaned over and immediately retched onto the carpet, blobs of bright green jello mingling with chewed up pieces of Italian sub. Before anything else could be said, by the board or the guests, you ran, barely stopping to snatch your purse from the entryway, leaving as fast as your shaking legs could carry you.

--

The streets were dark and mostly empty. It was long past time for kids to be in bed, stomachs filled with chocolate and piles of Skittles, parents picking out their favorite candies to hide in the cupboard. All that was left were the late night party-goers walking home in varying states of disarray, carrying heels in their hands or making jokes too loudly in the startling darkness of the night.

And then there was you, head buzzing, stomach reeling, walking home after a Ouija board apparently contacted the spirit of your dead mother.

“Excuse me?” A man called out behind you.

You jumped, and slid your hands into your purse to wrap your fingers around your keys.  You knew it wasn’t going to do much, but it would do something, if it came to that.

You slowly turned around, grip on your keys tighter than ever, and saw a young man wearing a skeleton hoodie and sweatpants. 

He looked befuddled. He looked, more specifically, lost.

And he also looked… familiar. Was he at the party? You squinted, trying to clear your head. He might have been. Did he follow you to see if you were okay?

You definitely knew him from somewhere, but you couldn’t quite place him. 

Still, your fingers reflexively gripped your keys. He glanced down at your hands, then took a step back and put his own hands up where you could see they were empty. 

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He grinned a little, and shook his head. “I’m just completely lost and was wondering if you could help me. I didn’t bring my phone out tonight. Trying to live in the moment, you know?”

You swallowed, tasting the remnants of bile. Something about him, really--it was itching at the back of your scalp. Did he go to the same college? Maybe you saw him on campus. Or maybe he really had been at your friend’s house and you just didn’t remember. 

“Um,” you said. “Were you at the party?” 

He tilted his head a little, and smiled boyishly.

“Not quite.” 

Well, that wasn’t an answer. Your fingers loosened on the keys, though, as your heart rate returned to something like normal and you figured if he was going to try something, he’d have done it already. 

You blinked at him for a moment and then remembered what he said. “Oh! Uh, where were you trying to go? I can use my Google Maps if you want.”

It was hard to see from the streetlights, but you could swear there was a twinkle in his eye when you said that. Shit, maybe you were drunker than you thought. 

You fished your phone from your purse and after a few unsuccessful swipe attempts, brought up Google Maps. 

But… it wouldn’t load. That was weird. You didn’t have any bars--also weird--but you downloaded the local map just in case your 5G ever shit the bed. But the map wouldn’t load. It simply displayed a blank black and gray space in night time mode, refusing to let you bring up directions.

“Uhh,” you mumbled. “My phone is absolutely not working.” 

He didn’t look phased. He simply shrugged. “That’s okay. I actually live off Main Street, it’s one of those split houses… yellow and red and--”

“I know where that is!” You blurted. Then covered your mouth, messy lipstick and all. “I mean. If you want, I can walk you there. Unless you’d rather go alone, and I can just give you directions.” 

“You seem pleasant enough company,” is all he said. And you ought to have thought about that more, because it was a really strange way to phrase things, wasn’t it? But all you thought about was how creepily your night ended and how he looked pretty cute and maybe you could exchange phone numbers when you got to his place.

You walked, side by side, making idle conversation. He told you his name. You gave him yours. He said he liked your costume. You said you really liked his sweater, totally Halloweeny, and he seemed to genuinely appreciate the compliment. 

The streets felt more familiar the closer you got to Main Street, although there was still only the odd stray person or car slowly idling down the road. 

Anxiety still slept in the bottom of your stomach but you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t so bad, to talk to a good looking stranger now and then. Especially after what happened at the party. 

(Was it really your mom?)

You didn’t want to think about that. About mom. About whether or not her spirit was hanging around in some ghastly limbo, chastising you for finally playing with a Ouija board like everyone else had done for decades. 

Eventually, you were there, at the driveway of the old house that had been split into apartments like so many others a few years ago. You fumbled with your phone and were able to ask for his phone number, lips curled into a smile, when he spoke.

“Did something happen? At the party? Something unusual?” 

Your awkward smile fell. 

“Um.” It would be weird to tell him, right? Especially after seemingly hitting it off on the way home. You didn’t just tell strangers that you maybe encountered a real ghost while using a Ouija board after doing a few shots and drinking questionably spiked apple cider at a friend’s house. Did you? 

“No,” you lied. “Just a boring ol’ Halloween party, I guess.” 

“Ah,” he said slowly. “That’s a shame. I thought it might have been an interesting story.”

You suddenly felt stupid and lame and why would this cute guy want to give you his number, anyway? You were some drunk weirdo who walked him home and that was that. You mumbled some sort of farewell and began to walk off, eager to get home and get into your pajamas. 

“You know,” he said, and you stopped and turned to listen to him. Maybe he was going to give you his contact information, after all.  “You should be careful with Ouija boards, my sweetness. You don’t know what you might invite in.” 

Oh. For the second time that night, you felt like you were going to vomit.

“Why did you call me that?  How did you--you said you weren’t at the party.” 

“I wasn’t,” he said simply. “Not quite.” 

How did he know, how did he know, how did he know?

And this mystery man in his Halloween sweatshirt, with his blonde cornfield hair and some awful, unknowable answers in his expression, simply looked at you.

And smiled. 

[sweet-honey-bubbles-127]

Valentines tea party at a haunted Victorian manor with my beautiful mom ❤️ we both went with a rose theme for the night! I’ve been trying to get her to wear clothes more out her comfort zone and have fun with fashion, so this was a great event to experiment with for her!

Tea party started with wine in the garden, followed by a seance in the basement, spells in the kitchen using herbs, and actual tea at the end. My mom got really scared during the seance, she was squeezing my hand so tight!

Dress is Little Dipper, everything else is off brand. Felt ridiculously proud of being able to get my hair curled like that without any heat or anything ( ´∀｀)

[tradewaiters]

For this week’s episode we read My Aunt Is a Monster by Reimena Yee, whose unique and thoughtful approach to cartooning gave us lots to talk about, from panel transitions to world-building to colouring. This is a unique book and a welcome addition to the YA graphic novel canon.

Also mentioned in this episode: The Carpet Merchant of Konstaniyya, Seance Tea Party, and Alexander: The Servant and the Water of Life, also by Reimena Yee The Creators’ Guide to Comics Devices by Reimena Yee The Cartoonist Co-op The Spirit by Will Eisner Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson Asterix by René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo Garfield by Jim Davis Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko Takahashi Stephen Universe created by Rebecca Sugar All-Star Superman by Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely The Batman Adventures: Mad Love by Paul Dini and Bruce Timm Third Voice by Evan Dahm and Kaleidoscope: A Fruit Salad Comics Anthology by various

Music by Sleuth

You can find us at: J Dalton Jam Jeff Ellis

Our next episode will be on The Jellyfish by Boum

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[the-forest-library]

December 2023 Reads

The Witchwood Knot - Olivia Atwater

A Holiday by Gaslight - Mimi Matthews

A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens

The Good Part - Sophie Cousins

Faking Christmas - Kerry Winfrey

Gwen & Art Are Not in Love - Lex Croucher

Every Time You Go Away - Abigail Johnson

Second Chances in New Port Stephen - T.J. Alexander

The Spectacular - Fiona Davis

Below Zero - Ali Hazelwood

Happiness Falls - Angie Kim

Veronica Ruiz Breaks the Bank - Elle Cosimano

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone - Benjamin Stevenson

How to Find a Missing Girl - Victoria Wlosok

What Lies in the Woods - Kate Alice Marshall

Thinking of You - Beth Evans

Seance Tea Party - Reimena Yee

I am Superman - Brad Meltzer

Making It So - Patrick Stewart

Happy People Are Annoying - Josh Peck

Gentle Chaos - Tyler Gaca

The Comfort of Crows - Margaret Renkl

Laid and Confused - Maria Yagoda

Butts - Heather Radke

Imposter No More - Jill A. Stoddard

A Life in Light - Mary Pipher

What the F - Benjamin K. Bergen

Seek - Scott Shigeoka

Nobody's Fool - Daniel Simons

Call You When I Land - Nikki Vargas

When the Game Was War - Rich Cohen

Mostly Veggies - Brittany Mullins

One-Pot Magic - Good Housekeeping

Bold = Highly Recommend Italics = Worth It Crossed out = Nope

Thoughts: 

If you liked Olivia Atwater's Regency Faerie Tales, definitely give The Witchwood Knot a try. It had a lot of the same magic.

When the Game Was War filled the void left by Winning Time. These tales of the magic of 80s basketball align with the one time in my life I had interest in the sport. It has been fun revisiting that time, and WTGWW provided a nice deep dive into elements and players that Winning Time was unable to explore in its short run.

Goodreads Goal: 432/400 

2017 Reads | 2018 Reads | 2019 Reads | 2020 Reads | 2021 Reads | 

2022 Reads | 2023 Reads

[smashpages]

Seance Tea Party creator Reimena Yee posted this lovely comic on Twitter: The God of Arepo, which is “about a farmer who befriends a nothing god.” It’s based on an open-source short story that ran on Tumblr, and she’s also offering an ebook edition.

[babyboutmachine]

Yesterday was 🤯🤯🤯 Collab with icon bridgetmarquardt ✅ Sold out book signing ✅ Krampus tea party at vogelvictorian ✅ Traumatizing laurenkeligian with a seance ✅ The best memories with my angel ✅

[reimenaashelyee]

"It's Halloween! I want to read a graphic novel from Reimena, but which one?"

If you're looking for...

A suburban whimsigoth story about a girl afraid of growing up who befriends a ghost who can never age. That's Seance Tea Party! It's for all-ages, and aesthetically the most Halloween-appropriate. If you love the heartwarming nostalgia of 90s comfort kids films and vintage book illustrations, then this comic is for you!

A quirky adventure tale about a nerdy blind girl and her former adventurer aunt, who everyone in the world thought had died from an expedition but in reality she has been cursed into the form of a beast. That's My Aunt is a Monster! If you love reading, Wes Anderson and kooky ensemble characters (think Knives Out), then this comic is for you!

A historical gothic romance about a wife-guy who died and became a vampire (called a djinn), and he turns to his wife and God for help. That's The Carpet Merchant of Konstantiniyya (Volumes I and II)! If you like 18th century settings and getting your heart squeezed out, then this comic is for you!

All of these are available at your local bookstore, library, e-book place etc and if they are not, you can request it! The Carpet Merchant is also available for free in its original webcomic edition.

[kaz3313]

For the Scary OTP meme: Jin Guangyao/Su She :D

Oooo alright!!

(Undercut cause its a bit long :)!)

Which one is more fond of scary movies: I feel like Su She would be more fond of horror horror movies while Jin Guangyao perfers more light-hearted horror.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Jin Guangyao :)! He’s excited to plan the (best) Halloween party (on his own terms!) and in the mean time see very interesting costumes!

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: Jin Guangyao as Su She would, without question, sacrifice himself for him.

Which one would literally kill for the other: … Su She. Must I go into detail?

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: I don’t think either enjoys to But Jin Guangyao often accidentally startled Su She. This is because he can be silent on his feet

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Jin Guangyao even if he pretends not to. Please- someone hold him (Su She that’s your job 🥺👍)

Which one always puts on a brave face: My little meow meow A-Yao.

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Su She- Jin Guangyao plans out and maps his violence to a tea as does Su She. However I feel Su She is more likely to suddenly have an outburst if pushed.

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: :) I feel I don’t have to answer this one. They do crimes together.

Which one believes in ghosts: both? Canonly? In a more modern au I guess Su She would be more superstitious

Which one likes to watch spooky show on television: Su She!

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Hmmm. Jin Guangyao because it need to be utilized for their evil crime plans. Or maybe just for funzies. Who knows.

Which one has nightmares more often: Jin Guangyao and his terrible no good nightmares. At least they snuggle afterwards.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house:

[jessebyron]

2023 Reading Wrap-Up

Big annual reading wrap up post!!! Here's my 2023 in reading:

I’ve attempted reading 50 books a few times since graduating college, but this year was the first time it actually stuck. In fact, I actually completed 53 titles! Since this is a tad longer than my previous wrap up posts, I’ll have the full list at the end up of this after some commentary.

Here’s some of the most impactful titles from 2023:

The first book I read this year gets a special mention. I read a good handful of sequential fiction this year, but Seance Tea Party was the most impactful. It might be the most impactful growing up story I’ve ever read.

Kings of Wyld: I think this is the most fun I’ve had with ‘high’ fantasy in a long time. A classic fantasy adventure delivered via the thinnest metaphor for an 80s hair metal band that ends up being one of the most heartfelt meditations on family, aging, legacy, and fatherhood that you’ll ever come across. Dirty, crass, hilarious, violent, and beautiful.

Veniss Underground: Yet another masterful fever dream from the man that, for me personally, defines the concepts of weird and experimental. Predating Vandermeer’s Annihilation, Veniss Underground is consuming exploration of story and form and while pushing us to the very edges of what makes a novel and what makes a person.

Hyperion: As anyone who knows me knows, I am a slut for stories about stories. I think this book was one of the smartest written science fiction books in my library. To read Hyperion is to begin exploring a few particular trailheads leading into literature, technology, conflict, and the human condition. I’ll definitely be exploring the rest of the Cantos in the years to come. (Be careful researching Simmons himself though. You will be disappointed.)

Shadow of the Torturer & The Claw of the Conciliator (the first two volumes of Gene Wolfe’s The Book of the New Sun): This was the most intellectually challenging of the things I read this year. It’s the first time I read something and then immediately watched multiple YouTube video essays just to grasp fully grasp. But, like a lot of the more challenging texts this year, it is so worth it. Will have to come back to these many times.

The Left Hand of Darkness: beautiful and challenging and enriching as well, this will also take multiple readings to begin to grok it.

The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction: necessary for any Neil Gaiman fan to read. It was awesome diving into how Neil sees the world, the stories he’s encountered, the experiences he’s had, and the insane amount interesting famous people he’s friends with.

The Fragile Threads of Power: less impactful and more just plain ol’ exciting, this was a brilliant return to world first introduced by Schwab’s Darker Shades.

Nostalgia Reads:

So You Want to be a Wizard: maybe the best alternative to Harry Potter. Beautiful and consistent world building that makes sense with stories and characters that invite us to explore who we are in the context of the greater world (and worlds!) around us. Reading the Young Wizards series in elementary school had a deep effect on me that still resonates to this day.

City of Bones: held up surprisingly well? Fun mythology and delightfully angsty characters.

A Wizard of Earthsea: hadn’t read this since senior year when I bought it with the money I won in a micro fiction writing contest, and it was so wonderful to revisit the archipelago.

The Collobaration: a powerful play that now contains one of my dream roles.

Certainly not the first time I’ve consumed The Sandman epic, but the audible versions were exquisite and brought the story to mw in a whole new way. Same thing with full cast audio version American Gods.

Most disturbing: Amygdalatropolis. Don’t read this. No, I’m serious. Not reading this book is an act of self care. You’ll only hurt your own feelings (and body and brain) if you read this book.

Second most disturbing: Tender is the Flesh. Reading this one is also harmful, but you should it.

Most disappointing: Paradise-1 by David Wellington. An interesting premise with a couple of fun bits of world building, it was ultimately defeated by a lack of internal unity and subpar editing.

The full list:

1. *Seance Tea Party by Reimina Yee

2. *Crushed by Don Zolidis

3. *Wiley and the Hairy Man by Susan Zeder

4. American Gods by Neil Gaiman (full cast audiobook)

5. Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman

6. *The City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty

7. *Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

8. *The Cartographers by Peng Shepherd

9. *Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells

10. *Exit Strategy by Martha Wells

11. *Paradise-1 by David Wellington

12. The Sandman: Act 1 (audible original)

13. The Homecoming by Harold Pinter

14. *Veniss Underground by Jeff Vandermeer

15. *Hyperion by Dan Simmons

16. *The Stranger by Albert Camus

17. *Treasure Island: The Adventures of Jim Hawkins adapted by James DeVita

18. The Sandman: Act 1 (audible original)

19. The Sandman: Act 2 (audible original)

20. The Sandman: Act 3 (audible original)

21. *Hellblazer: Rise + Fall by Taylor, Robertson, and Rodriguez

22. *Sandman Mystery Theatre Vol 1: The Tarantula by Matt Wagner, Guy Favis, and John Costanza

23. The Supernaturalist: The Graphic Novel

24. The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan

25. *Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames

26. The Great Hunt by Robert Jordan

27. *Amygdalatropolis by B. R. Yeager

28. The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan*Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McQuire

29. *Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McQuire

30. *Beneath the Sugar Sky by Seanan McQuire

31. *Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein

32. *The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction by Neil Gaiman

33. *Shadow of the Torturer by Gene Wolfe

34. *Claw of the Conciliator by Gene Wolfe

35. *Peter Pan adapted by Douglas Irvine

36. Shadow Rising by Robert Jordan

37. So You Want to Be a Wizard by Diane Duane

38. *Tender is the Flesh by Augustine Bazterrica

39. *The Collaboration by Anthony McCarten

40. *The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

41. *The Fragile Threads of Power by V. E. Schwab

42. *Catch Me if You Can by Robert Thomas, adapted by Weinstock and Gilbert

43. City of Bones by Cassandra Claire

44. Jennifer scales and the ancient furnace by Mary Janice Davidson

45. *Why Religion? by Elaine Pagels

46. A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin

47. *Bunny by Mona Awad

48. *Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol

49. *Goblin Market and other Poems by Christina Rosetti

50. The Sandman: Endless Nights

51. *Dada Woof Papa Hot by Peter Parnell

52. *The Gospel According to Thomas Jefferson, Charles Dickens, and Count Leo Tolstoy: Discord by Scott Carter

53. *The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm by Christopher Paolini

Addendum for business: I will no longer be posting on the other three blogs (food, books, and tv/film) related) as it's too much for me to have it all divided up. This will now be my main/only blog

[sh1ttyfirstdrafts]

"i want to go outside and sleep forever in the cold", l say with tears in my eyes and a wry, half-hearted smile on my lips

he looks away, down, unsure what to say. he makes me tea. he lets me cry with my head in the crook of my arm while laying halfway on the counter and then he sits next to me and draws me in. i'm half angry that i no longer feel so despondent in his arms. i was having a good cry, dammit. i was wallowing. i was giving in to the misery. but then my head starts to clear and i feel very lucky to have him there to hold me.

he gets up and grabs the bag of gummy bears from the shelf. i think to myself, "god dammit those gummy bears make me so happy. ugh! stop it. I'm more complex than that!"

he opens the bag and holds it out. i ask him to get some for me because my hands are gross from wiping away all my snot. he gets a small white bowl from the cabinet and pours in the gummy bears, taking one for himself. he slides the bowl over and i don't even try to pretend I'm better than some sugary bribery. i eat one immediately.

he sits next to me as i arrange all my little bears in a seance-type circle, standing up along the inside edge of the bowl.

i say "if anyone is having a candy party and they don't have gummy bears, its over. they are the Rolls-Royce of candies. colors, flavor, fun. they're so simple but they are the king of the candies."

he asks what about gummy worms. and i say "no,never gummy worms. are you eating them in sections so you only get the one flavor or are you eating them whole??"

he says whole. "no. never. gummy worms at the party would immediately be demoted to the bottom rung no matter what. it has to be gummy bears. worms are trying too hard to be fun. they aren't jolly."

and just like that, i don't want to die anymore. i thank him for that. and he smiles. and i'm so lucky to have him.

[saltlickmp3]

9 and 25 for those random asks :3

9 - what the weirdest thing you've ever found on the ground?

i'm like. 95 percent sure i found a little bag of weed on the ground once. but i was like thirteen n wasnt sure if that was what it was. so i just left it there. i've found lots of stuff on the ground but i think schrödinger's weed bag is The Weirdest.

25 - drop an insane piece of lore about you

i'm pretty sure i've mentioned kurt cobain tea party seance on here before. OH i had really really bad 2000s straight girl bangs when i was a little kid hehe. like my awful 2010s girls clothes were off the charts and i put together really bizzare outfits as well. and when i was a kid i thought that if you put a cd into a dvd player you'd see the band playing the song.

[piperjistic]

List of my favorite books I read in 2023 (Not in order)

Honey Girl

This Poison Heart

This Magic Steeped in Poison/(tea deadly)

Wild Robot/Wild Robot Escapes

Drawing Autism

Legends & Lattes

Cafe con Lychee (more like one of my favorite titles tbh, probably the bottom on the list if I did order them)

Pangato: Soy yo (Spanish/English: Catwad: It’s me)

This is How You Lose a Time War

Eat a Peach

Seance Tea Party (found via Tumblr)

[princessofbookaholics]

November was the slowest and fastest month at the same time! We celebrated diwali and my reading was all over the place. Those Empty Eyes by Charlie Donlea was my favorite of the month! I'm getting married next month (more like next week!) and then going on a trip after so I'll be on vacation woohoo! Who knows if I will read at all next month. Here's the wrap up for this month:

Appetite for Innocence ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Those Empty Eyes ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Graham Effect ⭐⭐⭐

The Butcher and the Wren ⭐⭐

Saving Noah ⭐⭐

Seance Tea Party ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

In the Likely Event ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Guests (ARC) ⭐⭐⭐

Flirtation or Faceoff ⭐⭐⭐

Better than the Movies (reread) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Holiday Romance ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Wildfire ⭐⭐⭐