#tracy savage

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Quiet Tuesday by Tracy Savage (*1963)

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Pulp Heroes

Art by Francesco Francavilla

[pierppasolini]

Friday the 13th Part III (1982) // dir. Steve Miner

[thingsasbarcodes]

Young Justice 4x10 - Nomed Esir!

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my Friday The 13th movie marathon...Friday The 13th, Part 3 (1982) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #fridaythe13th #fridaythe13thpart3 #FridayThe13thPart3D #seanscunningham #jason #jasonvoorhees #danakimmell #richardbrooker #riprichardbrooker #paulkratka #larryzerner #rachelhoward #katherineparks #davidkatims #jeffreyrodgers #traciesavage #gloriacharles #ripgloriacharles #cherimaugans #nicksavage #stevesusskind #amysteel #JohnFurey #stevedash #ripstevedash #vintage #VHS #80s

[stormbreaker101]

After much discussion with @sentient-cloud , I present to you, the Lemurian Heroes cooking abilities

[ethanryanpunal]

LIL PEEP

[betterbooksandthings]

"You might be in a YA low fantasy book if you turn the corner to get to your locker and come upon a daemon. They contain everything odd about high school and literalize it with fantasy. Here is a must-read list of YA low fantasy books for genre lovers and novices alike.

Fantasy has a lot of sub-genres. Some are more well-defined than others, but on the broadest scale, there are high fantasy books and low fantasy books. Low fantasy books have fantastical elements in an otherwise normal world. You might be a witch working in a Starbucks who serves a cappuccino to a werewolf. The fact that you have magic may be well known. It could be a secret from others around you. As long as there is magic, abnormal beings, or paranormal somethings in the normal setting, it’s low fantasy."

[movie-titlecards]

Demon Legacy (2014)

My rating: 3/10

You know that thing where people in a movie watch a movie, and it's just a collection of lazy clichés and bad everything? This is basically one of those.

[heroes-of-lemuria]

Once I pull out Unnamed doctor witch ancestor and Patience Parker (Mary Crane Watsons definitely platonic roommate who raises those giant nightmare spiral spiders for their silk to spin into cloth l) and Olma the Mandorian potter and Barin bucks ex and develop the Ardalla and Aura inspired ocs (Wilma’s ex sorry I think it’s so funny to jokingly create an ex for someone) and Morgs old intern and respectively.

I'd share my lemuria ocs but im. boring. and embarrassing. Dal is my only hero oc the rest are either random ass minor guys or like. embarrassingly. Like. "teehee and this is the bantams mom" ass ocs.

[aphroditesmoon]

to the people who follow me for my book content, these are some authors that i no longer support:

pierce brown: one of the earliest authors to share the "i stand with israel" posts. (I guess rebellions are only cool for plot points. I loved red rising but ive always found it to be a whitewashed version of the hunger games, and b4 u go "but hunger games characters r white too!!" No theyre not. Katniss was supposed to have darker skin. The movie franchise whitewashed her.)

sarah j maas: has made it clear that her grandmother was in the IDF and is proud of her israeli heritage. I liked her when i was like 14. I grew to realise just how much queerbaiting and subtle racism there is in her books.

victoria aveyard: i loved her for a very long time, red queen was the series that pulled me back into reading and she have been one of my biggest inspiration in being a writer, but she had made a statement of standing in neutrality, and she have made a tiktok of her Starbucks order while everyone is trying to boycott starbucks for their donation to israel. I hope her words and actions are only of ignorance and that she'll learn to do better soon. but until then, I've completely lost my respect for her.

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IN RETURN: HERE ARE SOME AUTHORS WHO HAVE BEEN SUPPORTING AND DONATING TO PALESTINE AND WRITE AMAZING BOOKS:

- Rebecca F. Kuang: The poppy war trilogy, yellowface, Babel.

- Olivie Blake: The atlas six trilogy, One for my enemy, Alone with you in the ether, Masters of death.

- VE Schwab: A darker shade of magic series, The invisible life of Addie Larue, This savage song (monsters of verity) duology.

- Chloe Gong: These violent delights duology.

- Faridah abike iyimide: Ace of Spades.

- Leigh Bardugo: The grishaverse, Ninth house.

- Tracy Deonn: Legendborn series.

- Xiran Jay Zhao: Iron widow series.

[fe-li-ci-as-things]

Tracy Savage

#art

[thingsasbarcodes]

Young Justice 4x13 - Kaerb Ym Traeh!

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my Friday The 13th movie marathon...Friday The 13th, Part 3 (1982) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #fridaythe13th #fridaythe13thpart3 #FridayThe13thPart3D #seanscunningham #jason #jasonvoorhees #danakimmell #richardbrooker #riprichardbrooker #paulkratka #larryzerner #rachelhoward #katherineparks #davidkatims #jeffreyrodgers #traciesavage #gloriacharles #ripgloriacharles #cherimaugans #nicksavage #stevesusskind #amysteel #JohnFurey #stevedash #ripstevedash #vintage #VHS #80s

[clandestinegardenias]

I'm feeling really angsty tonight (post-vacation comedown maybe?) and can't stop thinking about my 'they go back to the Arctic' fitzier fic.

Cause like...actual Francis Rawdon Moira Croizer was Not Particularly Good at being on land. He fled to the Arctic again partly because of that and, one assumes, partly because of his heartbreak via Sophia Cracroft.

And it's astonishing how many real life Arctic disaster survivors WENT BACK. They couldn't live in regular society anymore, and there was something that just...drew them back, inexorably.

It's the PERFECT setup for a Francis POV angsty pining unrequited doomed-in-love fic where he attempts to flee from James, his heartbreak, and his own inadequacies/failings by taking another commission to find the Passage, and he tries like hell to avoid taking James with him but James is strangely persistent and public/official sentiment seals the deal. James will be his second, and as it turns out the love isn't quite as unrequited as Francis thinks...

Anyway I've been collecting quotes that fit The Vibe and here's what I've got so far:

“I believe that every man who has once learned the secrets of the wild polar wilderness and its savage joys will always long to return to it, finding there a spell, an inspiration, that makes all other kinds of life seem insipid.” ~Frederick Cook, Atchinson Globe, 18 Sept. 1897 (tumblr post link)

God, God, what do I do after so much survival? - Traci Brimhall, Vive Vive (tumblr post link)

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.” Into the Sands, as quoted in Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

[sky-kiss]

Raphael x Jaheira: Leash

A/N: extremely short lol, but inspired by how absolutely damn unhinged Andrew and Tracy got on a stream. And the gorgeous art they inspired. Holy damn, Red is so psycho talented.

R x J: Leash 18+

Jaheira catches his lower lip between her teeth. “Come now, pretty bird. No songs for me?” 

Oh, he croons, preening for her amidst his sea of lavish silks. He is red. Red like the kiss-sucked bruises on his throat, red like his sheets, red like the wine trickling down his throat, tracking down his abdomen. The half-elf digs her knees into his hips, pulling back on the leash as she might with any well-trained mount. He arches, lower lip caught between his teeth, as she traces the path of the wine with her nails. 

“And in what tongue would you prefer these songs, High Harper?” the devil purrs. “I do consider myself a—” he gasps, hips jerking as she fists a hand in his hair. “ —most magnanimous host.”

Jaheira considers this, fighting back a shiver as he traces the underside of her breasts. She slackens her grip, and he tuts, disapproving, tucking his face in the curve of her neck. Teeth press against her throat, canines threatening to break the skin. She tugs on his collar, and he hisses. 

No marks, aye—that is the rule. Much like any spoiled princeling, he is inclined to break these agreements. 

“You might have surprised me.” Jaheira clucks her tongue. “Barely house-trained. Ah-ah. You do not bite unless asked.” 

He sinks his teeth deeper, and she grunts, instinctively yanking on the collar, binding him. Raphael bears the abuse, tongue lapping at the fresh wound. He groans. “Such a delicious vintage. Why—I can still taste Demogorgon’s fury on you.” 

She laughs, tipping her head back to grant better access. Ah, but let him have this indulgence. Jaheira leads him in a lazy rock, pleased by the way his hips judder when she squeezes him—greedy boy. 

“Ah, you would drink from me, then? How generous.” 

Raphael tweaks her nipple with his thumb. “Behave, Harper. Even these mighty new friends would struggle to wrest you from my claws—should it strike my fancy.” 

She pats his cheek, fighting back a groan of pleasure as she takes him deeper. Raphael’s left-hand settles over hers, still gripping the leash. He presses her back and draws the collar tighter, and it’s all the permission Jaheira needs to push them further. Her free hand settles on his sternum, pushing him back, making him snarl, jerking against this binding.

“Oh, beautiful boy,” she croons, pressing her thumb to his lower lip. “You believe I’d need them?” 

He thrusts up into her, long lashes fluttering over his cheeks—he is beautiful. Pleasure coils low in her belly as she wraps the leather around her forearm. Raphael grasps the leash and pulls her down to him. Until they press chest to chest, pace erratic as the half-elf rides him. This joining is a savage thing, teeth bared, swallowing each other’s air as they chase their pleasure. Jaheira finds it…well, it is the simplest sort of exchange. 

She strokes his hair in the aftermath, pleased when he presses a glass of fine wine to her lips. They are the sort to linger in the afterglow, neither embarrassed by their nudity. Both are old enough to welcome this…calm. 

Raphael digs his finger into the small of her back, honey-colored eyes glittering with mischief. “You will convince dear Tav to reconsider my offer?” 

She scoffs. “As if they would listen! These heroes will do as they please. You know this.” 

“I know this.” He licks the marks he’s left on her throat. “But the devil will have his due.”