#Sarah McMahon

[myworldofmusicandmovies]

My Favorites couple on tv series 90s / 00s ❤️

#beverlyhills90210 #buffy the vampire slayer #dawson's creek #friends #felicity #charmed #one tree hill #gilmore girls #shannen doherty #luke perry #sarah michelle gellar #david boreanaz #joshua jackson #katie holmes #courteney cox #matthew perry #keri russell #scott speedman #julian mcmahon #alyssa milano #chad michael murray #hilarie burton #alexis bledel #milo ventimiglia #bethany joy lenz #james lafferty #90s #00s #tv series #couples

[hq-screencaps]

FBI: Most Wanted Season 3 Complete ↳ 1080p logofree screencaps

#fbi most wanted #fbi most wanted season 3 #dylan mcdermott #julian mcmahon #alexa davalos #tv shows #screencaps #scnet: fbi most wanted #capped by sarah

[filthymillennials]

This February, I read 2 books about haunted houses and I learned 1 thing: Never build a house with your own 2 hands.

The Invited by Jennifer McMahon is a story about 2 teachers fed up with the fast life who decide to move to the country and build their own home. Then things get weird. 4/5 stars.

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey is a story about a young woman returning to the house her father built to take care of her dying mother. A house with a terrible past. 3/5 stars.

#bookblr #book reviews #bookish #book blog #filthy millennials #fiction #horror #Jennifer McMahon #Sarah Gailey

[whatsheread]

Novel Nuggets - Still Catching Up

So many outstanding reviews to write. Here are just a few more. I was not expecting to love The Blood Trials by N. E. Davenport as much as I did, but holy hell did I. It was my favorite book read in March. In The Blood Trials, Ms. Davenport creates an exciting story that also teaches the dangers of inherent racism. I love Ikenna and her loyalty, as well as her determination to succeed; I…

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#Alma Katsu #April 2022 Releases #Edelweiss #Fantasy #G. P. Putnam&039;s Sons #Gallery/Scout Press #Greenleaf Book Group #Harper Voyager #Historical Fiction #Horror #Jennifer McMahon #June 2013 Releases #June 2019 Releases #N. E. Davenport #NetGalley #Sarah Gailey #Thriller #Tor Books #William Klaber

[fruitbasketball]

in the spirit of spreading the light to other players and making sure the spotlight isn’t always on the white girls, here are some of my favorite woc players that i think y’all should be following! (saw someone else do this idr who but if it’s you, pls comment!)

REBLOG W Y’ALL’S FAV WOC PLAYERS

rori harmon

madison booker

juju watkins

mckenzie forbes

aaliyah edwards

ice brady

saniya rivers

azahia james

raven johnson

te-hina pao pao

ashlyn watkins

last tear poa

rickea jackson

kiki iriafen

cotie mcmahon

ayoka lee

ta’niya latson

reigan richardson

charisma osborne

kiki rice

lauren betts

azzi fudd

aubrey griffin

jada williams

angel reese

flau jae johnson

jada walker

sarah andrews

skylar vann

#wbb #wcbb #women’s basketball #women’s college basketball #woc

[killersfool]

Irish Goodbye | RYAN MCMAHON

Naomi swirled around the contents of her cup, in an out-of-it corner of her mind. She couldn't concentrate on the croaky vocals thrumming from the two humongous speakers—karaoke—some Journey song, the name had slipped away, under some pile of dust lodged within her creaking skull. Pulp was climbing up the glass, a green gooey sediment had collected at the bottom on the cup where, on the glass, miniscule flowers had been painted. Maybe if she was more of an optimist, she'd be imagaining the cup was, in a way, similar to a field. The green liquid being the glass and the coloured shapes being the flowers blooming.

She was bored, as you can tell. Very, very bored.

Imagining herself upstairs, watching a few episodes of Father Ted, she smiled contently. She ate a few crips from the glass bowl left on the bar. One was cheese and onion, the next prawn cocktail and the final was a quaver. Her favourite. It melted upon her tongue and she rolled it around her mouth to devour any straw flavour.

"This party's far from grand, isn't it?" A distant voice alerted her senses. She turned like a barn owl, her head almost making a compleye 180 until she met black, monochromatic eyes. He was one of the first boys she'd encountered in that grimy pub who's clothes were not black-and-white, devoid of colour, like the life had been sucked out of them. They were all virtually just walking mummies or corpses or a mixture of both. The second thing she noticed was his accent, Irish, which rose and fell as if he was a poet trying to prove a point.

"You can say that again." She spun her bar seat around to get a proper look at him.

"I was just about to head out and get an icecream. I'd been craving it—might be because everything in this place tastes the same." She watched how his hands moved along as he spoke. She didn't know whether to focus on his eyes, or his hands, or his hair which was a mess. He awkwardly swiped a stray hair from his pale forehead. His fingers lingered there as he breathed in rapidly. "I thought you might want to come along. Going to get icecream on your own feels pretty pointless. I don't think Sarah will care anyhow. You're Naomi? The journalist?"

Naomi had never met such an odd man in her twenty-five years of living. He wasn't odd in the sense that you'd want to run away from him or hold your keys like a knife in case he tried anything. It was more of a—why would some random bloke want to leave a pub, party, carnage for... icecream? He seemed like the type to hang out with party animals. Sarah had told the group that he was a drummer for some band. They'd been friends since they were very young. He was always bringing excitement to the most boring festivities. Gradually, it was becoming a necessity to invite him.

Naomi blinked twice, gulped about half of the glass of her green drink then slid the glass across the counter. It halted just before reaching the edge. She decided that she was going to take his offer. Anything to get away from the overpowering aroma of sweat that was burning the insides of her nose. Anything to get away from Sarah's shrieks filling the air everytime a karaoke song came on that she recognised. Naomi should've invested in some earbuds to block out the sound.

"Are you coming then?" The guy tried again, this time with a questioning tilt of the head. He beared his teeth, loosened his tie, ruffled his hair. "I'm Ryan by the way. I don't think we've ever been properly introduced."

Naomi shook the dark-haired boy's hand with a nervous, barely noticeable smile. "Nice to meet you and yeah, sure. Icecream sounds great."

She removed her jacket from the bar stool, placed her arms through the holes, ate another handful of crips before tucking in the stool and following Ryan out of the pub. She felt like she was breaking the law by not telling Sarah that she was leaving. This was unusual. They were both clinging to the shadows, glued to the dim half of the pub where the lights weren't really working.

"Are we Irish goodbying this?" Naomi whispered as they passed the gambling machines and pool tables. Her stomach was in knots, adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart beating at a double tempo.

Ryan stopped in his tracks before he pushed open the backdoor. Two words 'fire exit' in green were painted upon it. "Irish goodbye? Is that a saying? Or are you making fun of my accent?"

"No, no. It's a saying. I like your accent. It's like leaving an event without telling anyone." Naomi clarified. She had heard her friend using the phrase before. She'd never encountered a way to describe such a specific thing.

"Let's Irish goodbye this shit."

The pair crashed through the back door. A tidal wave of wind prickled across Naomi's skin. Goosebumps appeared upon her bare arms, moonlight poured onto the rain-covered pavement, scent of cigarette smoke hung in the air. The sky was a darkened pink as the sun glided on the horizon.

Naomi's heels splashed water everywhere as she stepped down the stairs leading to the alleyway. Her hair was all in her face due to the constant flow of wind dancing across her frame. Somehow Ryan's hair was pretty much intact (although it had been very messy beforehand so Naomi couldn't really tell how much it had changed). The clothes he was wearing—a leather jacket, Bowie shirt, jeans—meant that there was not a single inch of skin for the wind to knife and torture. Naomi missed the warmth of the pub.

"I like your accent too." Ryan had let her words sink in. He'd brainstormed them out in his mind to find the deeper or hidden meaning. He was like that. Always searching for the truth between sentences, through the way they spoke—it was weird. Maybe it was because he liked her. He'd seen her at countless of these parties and festivities. She was funny. Loud. Today he found a chance to actually speak to her, after many failed attempts prior after becoming too fearful or self-conscious. A blend of the two was not good on his brain.

"Thank you," Naomi murmured in response.

"It's just across the road." Ryan pointed to a flashing blue sign with the words 'Sally's Sundaes'. He led the way for Naomi, jumping in puddles every few steps like he was Peppa Pig.

"Do you do this often then?" Naomi was finding it hard to catch up with Ryan's energy. He must've been drinking a lot, or eating a lot of sweets because his pace was inhuman.

"What? Escape Sarah's party to get icecream?"

"Yeah."

"Sometimes." He paused as they stopped at the road. He looked both ways before crossing with Naomi beside him. The street was narrow, packed with many cars. The icecream shop cast a blue, flourescent hue onto the pavement. There was no one inside the shop except for an elderly woman in an azure uniform; her hat with little ocean waves painted on it. She was just about to flip around the 'open' sign when she spotted Ryan through the windows. They stepped inside, hearing a faint bell clash above the entrance. The worker approached the pair, her badge with the name 'Sally' glistened. She grinned from ear to ear at the sight of them. At this hour, business was at an all time low. Ryan was a regular though.

This time, however, Sally noticed the girl that was with him. A pretty girl for that matter. Sally was already questioning what was going on between them just by the way Ryan was looking up at her—all nervous, fingers twiddling like he was drumming a beat against his thigh. Seeing Ryan nervous was a rarity-this girl must have some superpower.

"Hey Ryan! Who's this with you?" Sally's cheerful demeanour eased any tension in the air.

"I'm Naomi," she introduced herself.

There was an array of icecream flavours in the fridge. From bubblegum to lemon sorbet to tiramisu. Naomi's mouth watered all the more with every movement of her eyes. They offered an Icecream Sundae deal with two scoops, a topping and sauce of your choice.

"It's like your song," Naomi laughed as she glanced through the options. She hummed the melody under her breath.

"Very true," Ryan said with a smile.

Ryan and Naomi sat down at one of the window tables after choosing their Sundaes. Naomi had never tasted such a flavoursome icecream in her life. Ryan allowed her to try some of his—vanilla and pistachio—which she had told him was rather boring. He had pouted and scoffed when she chose mango sorbet and chocolate chip. He believed that they just didn't go together at all. He was proved wrong when he tried some.

"Thanks for bringing me here," Naomi said after another mouthful of her sorbet. Outside, the sky was dark and the moon was high. She felt knackered even after doing pretty much absolutely nothing. Most of the day, she'd just been sitting down but just seeing the stars floating beautifully made her eyelids droop.

"It's no problem. You didn't seem to be enjoying the party." Ryan licked off the final residue of icecream from his tiny transparent spoon. He thought back to Naomi sitting alone, watching everything unfold just metres away from her. He'd been watching her from one of the sofas, wondering what was going on through her mind as she stared at Sarah. Any of her thoughts had surely been negative. She had watched the group of friends with distaste.

"I just wasn't feeling it today," Naomi admitted.

"Sarah's parties really drain the life out of you."

"Honestly. I have no clue why I even go to these things anymore. I guess I've just known her for so long, I'd feel bad if I skipped it." Naomi remembered the one time she'd forgotten about a party. Sarah had bombarded her with countless messages asking for her whereabouts. Naomi knew that Sarah just wanted to be her friend. She was a nice person. Not the greatest karaoke singer though.

"I get that. I've been mates with her for donkey's years. I only come along when I'm in England—which isn't too often. But, she really is intense. Like very, very, very intense. I'm a bit overwhelmed each time that I see her."

Naomi nodded with each word he said. "How's touring going by the way? I've heard a lot about your band." She was reminded of the time that Sarah invited 'Inhaler' to play at her birthday. Naomi thought they were good. Really, really good. Each of her Spotify playlists had at least one of their songs in them. She'd been especially impressed by Ryan's drumming. Seeing someone play their instrument always fascinated her. It just looked so natural for him to be holding drumsticks and banging cymbals.

"Tiring. Nerveracking. I just love that feeling when you get off stage, the adrenaline rush. I can't explain it. It just feels amazing." Ryan's wrist rested against his cheek as he watched the cars passing like blurs through the window. Naomi traced her gaze over Ryan's features; curved nose, wavy hair that was tousled across his forehead due to the wind, sharp jaw, pretty smile. She understood why Sarah invited him to every party. There was just some way about him, a certain confidence always emanated from him and he could bring life to even the most quiet rooms. Even in this calm state, there was comfort in the simple commodity of his presence.

Ryan placed his spoon back into the cardboard cup before shifting to look at Naomi. It was true, he did feel nervous around her. He could barely attempt to formulate a word as he watched the gentle cadence of her chest raising then falling with every breath. It was something so normal, so straightforward but it was all he could focus on. Her very presence was intimidating. He tried to plan out what to say next, let some words come together within his mind but he was sure that whatever he'd say, he'd make a total fool of himself.

"Do you want to watch a film or something?" Naomi piped up. She nudged the icecream cup along the table gently. She couldn't look him in the eye. He was staring at her with raised eyebrows and a sly smirk.

"Where?" He watched as her fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. Her hooped earrings shuffled around as she moved.

She nervously looked forward to evade his eyes. "Mine."

The implications of that word rattled his mind. His boots clicked against hers under the table as a short, uncomfortable silence rippled between them. "Yeah, okay," he said, faintly, his accent hiding behind his words. "Sounds good." Wanting to act cool and actually coming across as cool was a very difficult thing. Naomi thought he was pretty cool.

They scuttled out of the shop after thanking Sally for their sundaes. Ryan offered to pay for Naomi as it was his idea to bring her there.

The streets were empty aside from the ocassional car that passed every few minutes. Streetlamps shone, making Ryan's skin glow with warmth and aliveness. Step after step, street after street. Her apartment appeared and Naomi opened the door, after struggling to find her key and letting out an irritable sigh. Ryan watched her with delight, snorting at how difficult she was finding this. Naomi resisted the urge to lock him outside and watch him shiver in the cold. Who knows how far his hotel was from here or whether the other boys in the band would even bother to pick him up. They were probably all asleep for all she knew.

Climbing up the stairs felt like climbing Mount Everest. She didn't know why she'd chosen them over the lift. Although the lift did scare the living daylights out of here. It was a square box that had malfunctioned too many times to count on her fingers. She'd been called by her neighbours after they got stuck inside or it started making some weird noises. If she ever had the chance to make a horror film, she'd film the entire thing in that creepy lift. She wouldn't even need a monster or a villian to take its place.

"Which one's yours?" Ryan was already on the third floor. He paced up and down the hallway, waiting for her response.

"Thirty-two. Third one on the right." Naomi reached the top of the stairs. She was panting. Her fingers clung onto the banister before she hoisted herself up to the door of her room. Ryan was leaning beside the dark oak, his shoulder squeezed against the white paint. He was making it hard for her to open the door again. Her hands were shaking as she turned the key. He was having this weird effect over her.

Ryan shrugged his Doc Martens off of his feet and dunked them to the side. Naomi offered to hang up his jacket and he passed it to her, revealing bracelets around wrists and strong drummer's arms with tattoos scattered along them. She glanced over them discreetly whilst putting his jacket on her coathanger. "You like Bowie?" She was first drawn to the tattoo of David Bowie's face that had caught her eye.

"Who doesn't?" He laughed to himself. He turned his arm forward to present the tattoo to her. She traced her fingers over the inked lines, his face warmed up at the subtle touch.

"I've got some of his records," she said as she pulled her hand away. His lips fell down at the sudden lack of touch.

He followed her along through the apartment, which perfectly encapsulated her. Plants were dotted around with shiny, perfect leaves. They were well looked-after. Posters of all kinds of films and musicians were pinned onto the walls. Bags of Quavers were on top of her kitchen table. She turned the kettle on as Ryan explored her apartment like he was discovering another country. He regarded all the intricacies, the typewriter in the living room, the disordered folders of her articles on the coffee table, colourful cushions on the sofa. The whole place smelt like flowers and freshly cut grass, when the trimmings float through the air and you can't help but breathe it all in. It was so homely compared to the hotel room he'd been trapped in with the band. It was nice to be somewhere different. Especially with good company.

He found her records stacked up in the living room and was also met with a pleasant surprise of the DVD box set of Father Ted. He had the exact same one in the tour bus. It was one of his favourite shows. He grinned as he flicked through her records; from Blur to Bowie to Taylor Swift—she had quite the collection. He picked out 'The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust', carefully pulled out the vinyl and placed it on the record player. The stylus glided downwards and the gentle drums of 'Five Years' emerged from the speakers

"Good choice." Naomi mused as she brought two cups of tea into the room. She'd taken off her blazer and was wearing fluffy socks. "I don't know how you like your tea so I've got some sugar and milk here." She placed his cup beside her sugar container and jar of milk.

"Thank you," he murmured as she settled down on the sofa, dipping her chocolate hobnob in the boiling drink. She hadn't had a guy in her apartment for ages and the sudden invasion of privacy was strange. The living room was a mess. Discarded headphones and magazines were amongst the clutter just left on the floor. Her bedroom was at least ten times worse. Journalism was a generally messy job. She had highlighters, folders, post-it notes, all kinds of random stuff thrown everywhere.

Ryan hadn't acknowledged any of clutter. He was too focused on trying to learn more about her through her music taste. He then picked up the Father Ted box set and held it up, looking at her with a small smile, "Didn't think you'd like this."

"Oh, I love it. I'm not usually a sitcom person but it changed me."

"Should we watch some?" He was already turning on her CD player and placing the first season disc in. She kicked up her feet onto the coffee table, resting her head on her armrest.

She didn't even need to respond because he'd already put on the first episode. He sat beside her, pouring some milk into his tea. "I've watched this show so many times. It's an addiction," Naomi muttered. "I sort of find Father Ted fit." She took in his expression then laughed, "I have no shame."

Ryan gulped a long drink of his tea, eyebrows furrowing with scepticism. "You're kidding."

"He's leng."

"I'm a bit scared of you."

"Why does no one agree me with me?" She pressed her face into the armrest. Ryan was laughing along with every joke whilst trying to figure out what Naomi saw in Father Ted. "I dunno if it's his face, the accent or the amount of times I've watched this show. It's probably altered my brain chemistry."

"I see it." Ryan tried to hold a straight face as he said those three words but he couldn't help the chuckle that left him.

"Bugger off. I shouldn't have told you that. Fuck's sake. You're going to tell Sarah and that lot, aren't you?" Naomi could already imagine him hosting a weird meeting, or making a groupchat with everyone. She'd be ruined. The thought of them making a joke everytime she entered a room sounded far from ideal. Having to spend hours with them was bad enough but this, this was dangerous. Ryan could possibly be the worst blabber on Earth.

"I'm not like that. My lips are sealed." He motioned his fingers across his mouth like he was tying a zip, circled them around at the corner then threw the made up key down into her plantpot. Naomi had been lost in a trance—gaze focused on his lips—they were thin, smooth and gently pressed together. He followed her shifting eyes until she snapped them away, back to the TV screen.

Dougal was now onscreen—Naomi wasn't particularly focused on any words leaving the priest's lips, or the laughing track almost breaking the sound barrier. She was now sat on the sofa properly: her legs crossed and her head on a cusion. Ryan was sat similarly, on the opposite end of the sofa, but instead with his legs hanging off the edge of the seat. He looked so calm with his cup of tea which had been specially selected by Naomi. It was a present her Dad bought her when she got her first job. The design was simple—sunglasses with a sparkle in the corner. She thought it was insanely cheesy when she first saw it but maybe it was given to her for a reason. All the months of dust collecting upon it, the times she'd left it in the back corner of cupboard to sit alone. Maybe Ryan was supposed to be the one to drink out of it. The holder perfectly complimented his slender, ringed fingers.

Overthinking. She was overthinking everything.

It was late, she was tired. This was the hour when her mind would reel like a projector in an empty cinema. Just her in the back row, watching all her thoughts roll across the screen.

"You alright there, Nao?" Ryan clicked his fingers a couple of times, waved a hand palm before her face.

Naomi pushed herself off of the sofa and turned the key on the window. Fresh air poured in. She sighed. "Sorry. It's just a bit stuffy in here."

"I can go if you'd like. It's getting late. I don't want to keep you up." Ryan stood up, fixing the cushion back into its original place.

"No, Ryan. You're the best company I've had in a long while. You're really cool and nice and a great drummer. I'm still buzzing after watching you play."

Naomi plopped down on the stool beside her keyboard, her head falling into her hands. She scraped her hands through her hair, raking through each strand. She jolted forwards when a light pressure was applied to her back. Ryan was standing beside her and said, "You're a lot fucking cooler than me. Your articles are mindblowing—they're funny, sad at times, just a general rollercoaster of emotion." He gently traipsed the length of her shoulders with his fingers.

"You read my articles?"Naomi now looked up at him, her eyes a little teary and lipstick smudged. "I'd write one about you." There was something so overwhelming about all of this. She then looked at the wall—a little flustered. "-I mean the band, of 'Inhaler', of all of you." Father Ted was still playing the background. Too many Irish accents for Naomi to cope. Although Ryan's was most definitely her favourite, no doubt about it. If he read her a bedtime story or even just the bloody shopping list, she'd be asleep in a matter of seconds.

His gentle touches were driving the oxygen out of her lungs. "That would be an honour." Ryan tucked her hair behind her ears, carefully wiped away the red smear of lipstick with his thumb. He was just about to pull his hand away when she grabbed it, held it. His fingers were a little clammy but so were hers—the heat of the room was immeasurable—the light draft of wind was barely making a difference. But now, Naomi felt more at peace. Especially as she traced along his knuckles, his fingernails, his cuticles. It was weirdly intimate. Ryan thought he might be glowing pink. It was like he was in a vacuum, completely detached from his body, unable to move or speak. She made him mental.

"Did you know that the guy who played father Ted—who sadly passed away—was actually from Dublin like you."

"Interesting."

"Right? Well, anyway, uh. He sounds a lot like you, almost the same. Now that I've been talking to you for a while—I can hear the similarities." She stammered on, still transfixed by his hands, now outlining the veins along his forearms and each tattoo that she passed. His other hand was still on her shoulder, drumming his digits to the beat he'd been playing when they went to get icecream.

"Is that a good thing...?" He paused, ran his tongue over his front teeth as he stopped in thought. "Didn't you say that one the reason you might find him fit is because of his accent?"He sucked his lip under his teeth as he hesitantly spoke. The room felt a lot smaller as if the walls were crushing in. He was challenging her, proving that he payed attention to every word that she said.

"I didn't — wait fuck yeah I did, didn't I? Well, I've dug my own grave." She shook her head, trying not to lose herself in Ryan's eyes. They were pools of comfort. "Yeah, I find your accent pretty hot. Is that bad?"

His entire vocabulary had vanished by the boldness of her statement, the smirking playing at her lips. "I don't know what to say," he babbled, accent somehow thicker with every word. His pushed his knuckles into his cheek, feeling how warm it was.

"Then don't say anything," she said, barely a whisper.

A newfound confidence surged within Naomi. Just his smile sent her into some haze, she could get drunk on it. He was kneeling before her. His jean-covered knees were resting on the carpet and he was anxiously scuttling. The air was getting thick was silence — silence on their part — Father Ted was still speaking. Ryan reached for the remote and turned the TV off, leaving David Bowie's 'starman' gently playing in the background, serenading them. If Naomi told Ryan to not talk, he would listen.

Her hands rested on either of his cheeks. They were rather pale in contrast to her skin, and cool compared to the room. He neared her. His breath swam across her lips, smelt of tea and a hint of vanilla — from the icecream. He whispered, "God, Naomi," no longer falling victim to the simplicity of silence, of wordlessness. The way their foreheads were together, like two jigsaw halves blending into one, it was too perfect. The way Ryan spoke her name — like it was his lifeline. He said it twice more and her heart strained, her eyes closed and his eyelashes scrubbed across her brows. His fluffy hair cascaded over her temple and she let her right hand feel though the curls.

David Bowie's voice, the echoes of cars passing in the distance, the rustle of clothes. Each sound added to the intimacy — the quietude. They stayed there for a while, just relishing in the moment. They both acknowledged the importance of this. They both needed it. Time away from any carnage, from anxious whispers, from parties, from life —they had found safety in one another. They were both hoping — a lingering thought bloomed between them, in the slight gap left between their touch, just like those flowers on Naomi's glass cup — maybe this could blossom into something good.

#ryan mcahon #inhaler band #inhaler dublin #inhaler fanfiction #inhaler imagines #inhaler fanfic #inhaler oneshots #bobby skeetz #robert keating #elijah hewson #eli hewson #fanfiction #fanfic

[thelonecalzone]

The Unaired Two-Page Conversation

I think we're past the point of possible spoilers, so as promised: the 2pg book conversation that was cut for time (and realism). Originally, I was experimenting with "unsent" books as part of the conversations, but I thought it would ultimately be too confusing and opted not to use that, so anything you see with a strikethrough is an "unsent" book.

(If this text formatting is ultra zany and hard to read, someone please tell me and I'll make it more regular. Allison is Blue, Patty is Red... for reasons... 🫠)

Allison: It’s Lonely at the Center of the Earth, by Zoe Thorogood

Patty: Not Here, by Hieu Minh Nguyen

Allison: Tell Me Everything, by Minka Kelly

Patty: Daily Rituals, by Phoebe Garnsworthy

Patty: Drinking Coffee Elsewhere, ZZ Packer

Patty: Crime, by Irvine Welsh

Allison: Without Me? by Chelle Bliss

Allison: Exciting Times, by Naoise Dolan

Patty: Not Without You, by Harriet Evans

Patty: The Page Turner, by David Leavitt

Allison: I Got a Job and It Wasn’t That Bad, by Scott Dikkers

Patty: Really Moving On, by Pierre Jeanty

Patty: What Kind of Job Can a Monkey Do? by Sato Akira

Allison: Hey Rick! Don’t Be So Rude! by Alyssa Thompson

Patty: I Like Monkeys, by Peter Hansard

Allison: So You Like Me Too, by OPR

Patty: The Miseducation of Cameron Post, by Emily M. Danforth

Allison: Just Say Yes, by Niobia Bryant

Patty: Yes, Chef, by Marcus Samuelsson

Patty: Get to the Point, by Joel Schwartzberg

Allison: I Miss You, by Pat Thomas

Allison: Without You, by Saskia Sarginson

Allison: You’re, by Keisha Ervin

Allison: I Got My Dream Job and So Can You, by Pete Leibman 

Patty: Super Spy, by Matt Kindt

Allison: The Librarian Spy, by Madeline Martin

Patty: For the Love of Books, by Graham Tarrant

Allison: Reminds Me of You, by Retno Handini

Allison: For the Thrill of It, by Simon Baatz

Patty: Run Towards the Danger, by Sarah Polley

Allison: Risking it All, by Tessa Bailey

Patty: Risk (With Me), by Sue Wilder

Patty: Ambitious Girl, by Meena Harris

Allison: Yeah, Right, by Jim and Helen Fox

Patty: The Follow-Through Factor: Getting from Doubt to Done, by Gene C. Hayden

Allison: A Stroke of Dumb Luck, by Shiloh Walker

Patty: Credit Where Credit is Due, by Frank Casey

Allison: Optimists Die First, by Susin Neilsen

Patty: The Price of Immortality, by Peter Ward

Allison: Death Visits the Hair Salon, by Amy Anderson

Patty: Murder in the Library, by Katie Gayle

Allison: Sounds Like Fun, by Bryan Moriarty

Patty: I Have More Fun With You Than Anybody, by Lige Clark

Patty: Certifiably Insane, by Arthur W. Bahr

Allison: Charming as a Verb, by Ben Philippe

Patty: How Do You Manage? by John Nicholson

Allison: Liquor, by Poppy Z. Brite

Patty: Hardly Know Her, by Laura Lippman

Allison: Don’t Be Gross, by Barbara Bakos

Patty: It’s Just Anatomy! by Ellen

Allison: Rough Transition, by Patrick Kelley

Patty: Some Girls Like it Rough, by Marlo Peterson

Allison: What Sort of Girls Were They? by Petrea Leslie

Patty: Girls with Bright Futures, by Tracy Dobmeier

Allison: I’m a Little Ghost and I Like the Dark, by Lynda Kimmel

Patty: Dark As the Grave Wherein My Friend Is Laid, by Malcolm Lowrey

Allison: Murder in the Dark, by Simon R. Green

Patty: My Job Was To Bring The Shovel, by Randall M. Rueff

Allison: The Complete Accomplice, by Steve Aylett

Patty: The Magician’s Assistant, by Ann Patchett

Allison: The Witch’s Familiar, by Raven Grimassi

Patty: Witch Minion, by Lissa Kasey

Allison: These Witches Don’t Burn, by Isabel Sterling

Patty: The Drowning Kind, by Jennifer McMahon

Allison: A Touch Morbid, by Leah Clifford

Patty: Lucy Clark Will Not Apologize, by Margo Rabb

Allison: I Wonder What She’s Doing Tonight, by James Hold

Patty: Whiskey, Words, and a Shovel, by R. H. Sin

Allison: Sounds Perfect, by Ashley Boren

Patty: How I Made a Friend, Daniel Georges

Allison: Good For You (Between the Lines), by Tammara Webber

Patty: We’re Very Good Friends, by P.K. Hallinan

Allison: Sounds Fake, But Okay, by Sarah Costello

Patty: What If It’s True? by Charles Martin

Allison: What If It Wasn’t? by Ivan Itch

Patty: Why Do You Care? by Saju Skaria

Allison: I’m Fine and Neither Are You, by Camille Pagán

Allison: The Replacement Part, by Nora Wylde

Patty: Just a Friend, by Ashley Nicole

Allison: How to Kill Your Best Friend, by Lexie Elliott

Patty: You’re All Just Jealous of My Jetpack, by Tom Gauld

Allison: Dead Jealous, by Sharon Jones

Patty: You’ve Got to Have Friends, by Delbert George Fitzpenfield Anthony

Allison: Everything I Need I Get From You, by Kaitlyn Tiffany

Allison: Among Other Things, by Robert Long Foreman

Allison: Truths I Learned from Sam, ​​by Kristin Butcher

Patty: The Idiot King, by Patty Jansen

Allison: He Helped Me Climb the Mountain, by Betty E. Wright

Patty: The Man Who Pushed His Wife off a Cliff, by Will D. Burn

Patty: Men are Trash, by Salman Faris 

Patty: And That’s Why I Think I Prefer A Rainbow Horse, by Tiarra Nazario

Patty: Sam Houston’s Wife, by William Seale

Allison: What About Her, by Emma Tharpe

Patty: Amelia Bedelia Sleeps Over, by Herman Parish

Patty: The Undead in my Bed, by Katie McAlister

Allison: Sleeping with the Enemy, by Nancy Price

Allison: How Could You Do That?! by Laura Schlessinger

Allison: How Could You Murder Us? by Charae Lewis

Allison: Why Her? by Nicki Koziarz

Allison: I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me, by Jerold J. Kreisman

Patty: I Was Joking, Of Course, by Paul Jennings

Allison: Liar, by Tate James

Patty: What if I Say the Wrong Thing? by Verna A Myers

Allison: Don’t Look Back, by Josh Lanyon

Patty: Come Back, by Sally Crosiar

Patty: SHIT, by Shahnon Ahmad

Patty: Barbie: It Takes Two, by Grace Baranowski

Allison: I Changed My Mind, by Jimmy Evans

Allison: Allison Hewitt Is Trapped, by Madeleine Roux

Patty: Are You Still There, by Sara Lynn Schreeger

Patty: Wait for Me, by Caroline Leech

Allison: Look Back, by Tatsuki Fujimoto

#kcfh #kevin can fuck himself #kevin can f himself #kevin can f**k himself #kcfh fanfic #there'll be some changes made #tbscm #pattison #patty x allison #little victorian lesbians #allison mcroberts #patty o'connor #the orpheus of it all

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𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 - ( all starters )

GOMEZ ADDAMS - fc: oscar isaac ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MORTICIA ADDAMS - fc: catherine zeta-jones ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐁𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 - ( all starters )

ANYA JENKINS - fc: emma caulfield ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

BUFFY SUMMERS - fc: sarah michelle-geller ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

CORDELIA CHASE - fc: charisma carpenter ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

FAITH LEHANE - fc: eliza dushku ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

SPIKE - fc: james marsters ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

TARA MACLAY - fc: amber benson ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

WILLOW ROSENBERG - fc: alyson hannigan ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 (𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋) - ( all starters )

CHRIS HALLIWELL - fc: drew fuller ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

COLE TURNER - fc: julian mcmahon ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

DARYL MORRIS - fc: dorian gregory ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

LEO WYATT - fc: brian krause ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

PAIGE MATTHEWS - fc: rose mcgowan ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

PHOEBE HALLIWELL - fc: alyssa milano ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

PIPER HALLIWELL - fc: holly marie combs ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

PRUE HALLIWELL - fc: shannen doherty ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐕 - ( all starters )

ANDRE ANDERSON - fc: chance perdomo ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

CATE DUNLAP - fc: maddie phillips ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

EMMA MEYER - fc: lizze broadway ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

JORDAN LI - fc: derek luh/london thor ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MARIE MOREAU - fc: jaz sinclair ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖/𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐊) - ( all starters )

FREYA - fc: jessica chastain ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

KRATOS - fc: jason momoa ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐘 (𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏𝟏) - ( all starters )

ADDISON MONTGOMERY - fc: kate walsh ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

ALEX KAREV - fc: justin chambers ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

AMELIA SHEPHERD - fc: caterina scorsone ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

APRIL KEPNER - fc: sarah drew ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

ARIZONA ROBBINS - fc: jessica capshaw ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

CALLIE TORRES - fc: sara ramirez ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

CRISTINA YANG - fc: sandra oh ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

DEREK SHEPHERD - fc: patrick dempsey ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

IZZIE STEVENS - fc: katherine heigl ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

JACKSON AVERY - fc: jesse williams ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

JO WILSON - fc: camilla luddington ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

LEXIE GREY - fc: chyler leigh ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MAGGIE PIERCE - fc: kelly mccreary ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MARK SLOAN - fc: eric dane ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MEREDITH GREY - fc: ellen pompeo ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MIRANDA BAILEY - fc: chandra wilson ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

OWEN HUNT - fc: kevin mckidd ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

STEPHANIE EDWARDS - fc: jerrika hinton ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

TEDDY ALTMAN - fc: kim raver ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 (𝐌𝐂𝐔) - ( all starters )

BRUCE BANNER - fc: mark ruffalo ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

BUCKY BARNES - fc: sebastian stan ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

CAROL DANVERS - fc: BRIE LARSON ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

CLINT BARTON - fc: oliver jackson-cohen ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

EDDIE BROCK - fc: tom hardy ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

GAMORA - fc: zoe saldana ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

JANE FOSTER - fc: natalie portman ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

KATE BISHOP - fc: hailee steinfeld ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

LOKI - fc: tom hiddleston ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MAY PARKER - fc: marisa tomei ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

NATASHA ROMANOFF - fc: scarlett johansson ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

PEPPER POTTS - fc: gwyneth paltrow ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

PETER QUILL - fc: chris pratt ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

SAM WILSON - fc: anthony mackie ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

STEVE ROGERS - fc: chris evans ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

THOR ODINSON - fc: chris hemsworth ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

TONY STARK - fc: robert downey jr ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

SYLVIE - fc: sophia di martino ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

VALKYRIE - fc: tessa thompson ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

WANDA MAXIMOFF - fc: elizabeth olsen ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

YELENA BELOVA - fc: florence pugh ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍 - ( all starters )

ELIZABETH SWANN - fc: keira knightley ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

WILL TURNER - fc: orlando bloom ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 (𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐗) - ( all starters )

ANDRE LAYTON - fc: daveed diggs ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MELANIE CAVILL - fc: jennifer connelly ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - ( all starters )

JIM HOPPER - fc: david harbour ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

JOYCE BYERS - fc: winona ryder ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 - ( all starters )

ANNIE JANUARY - fc: erin moriarty ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

BILLY BUTCHER - fc: karl urban ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

FRENCHIE - fc: tomer capone ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

HUGHIE CAMPBELL - fc: jack quaid ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

KEVIN MOSkOWITZ - fc: chace crawford ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

KIMIKO MIYASHIRO - fc: karen fukuhara ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MARGARET SHAW - fc: dominique mcelligott ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MOTHER'S MILK - fc: laz alonso ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐘 - ( all starters )

ARDETH BAY - fc: oded fehr ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

EVELYN CARNAHAN - fc: rachel weisz ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

RICK O'CONNELL - fc: brendan fraser ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 (𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐗) - ( all starters )

GERALT OF RIVIRA - fc: henry cavill ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

JASKIER - fc: joey batey ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

TRISS MERIGOLD - fc: anna shaffer ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG - fc: anya chalotra ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 - ( all starters )

DAVID - fc: theo james ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

LUCIAN - fc: michael sheen ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

MICHAEL CORVIN - fc: scott speedman ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

SELENE - fc: kate beckinsale ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

SONJA - fc: rhona mitra ( aesthetics . starters . threads )

#please do not interact with this post

[rattlinbog]

Books Read in 2023

(loved!, enjoyed, okay, did not care for)

January

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

The Hidden Palace (The Golem and the Jinni #2) by Helene Wecker

Ruthless Tide: The Heroes and Villains of the Johnstown Flood, America’s Astonishing Gilded Age Disaster by Al Roker

The Hummingbird’s Daughter by Luis Alberto Urrea

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

February

Grendel by John Gardner

Our Souls at Night by Kent Haruf

Kindred: Neanderthal Life, Love, Death, and Art by Rebecca Wragg Sykes

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Winters

March

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

The World We Make (Great Cities #2) by N.K. Jemisin 

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey 

Portrait in Sepia by Isabel Allende

The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro

April

Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art by Lewis Hyde

Daisy Miller by Henry James

Washington Square by Henry James

How High We Go in the Dark by Sequoia Nagamatsu 

The Heartsong of Charging Elk by James Welch

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

May

The Antelope Wife by Louise Erdrich

The Family Upstairs by Lisa Jewell 

Orlando by Virginia Woolf (reread)

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg 

Beneficence by Meredith Hall

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

Ramadan Ramsey by Louis Edwards

The Book of Goose by Yiyun Li 

Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende

June

Factory Girls: From Village to City in a Changing China by Leslie T. Chang

Calling for a Blanket Dance by Oscar Hokeah 

The Crocodile Bride by Ashleigh Bell Pedersen 

The Japanese Lover by Isabel Allende 

What the Fireflies Knew by Kai Harris

The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier 

The Unredeemed Captive: A Family Story from Early America by John Demos

Tales of Burning Love (Love Medicine #5) by Louise Erdrich

July

The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse (Love Medicine #6) by Louise Erdrich

Four Souls (Love Medicine #7) by Louise Erdrich 

In the Dream House: A Memoir by Carmen Maria Machado 

Venomous Lumpsucker by Ned Beauman 

The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline

The Color Purple by Alice Walker 

At the Edge of the Orchard by Tracy Chevalier 

The Second Greatest Disappointment: Honeymooning and Tourism at Niagara Falls by Karen Dubinsky 

These Ghosts are Family by Maisy Card

Songs for the Flames: Stories by Juan Gabriel Vasquez

August

Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road by Kate Harris

Pope Joan by Donna Woolfolk Cross

New to Liberty by DeMisty D. Bellinger

Cove by Cynan Jones 

Being Esther by Miriam Karmel

Boulder by Eva Baltasar

The Books of Jacob by Olga Tokarczuk

September

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

The Dutch House by Ann Patchett

Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson 

Beheld by TaraShea Nesbit

We Don’t Know Ourselves: A Personal History of Modern Ireland by Fintan O’Toole

October

Those Across the River by Christopher Buehlman

The Changeling by Victor LaValle

Don’t Fear the Reaper (The Indian Lake Trilogy #2) by Stephen Graham Jones

Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley 

The Children on the Hill by Jennifer McMahon

November

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin 

Fen, Bog, and Swamp: A Short History of Peatland Destruction and Its Role in the Climate Crisis by Annie Proulx

Natural History: Stories by Andrea Barrett

December

Lessons by Ian McEwan

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein (reread)

A Vintage Christmas: A Collection of Classic Stories and Poems

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan

Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter

#books #books in 2023 #booklr #reading list #ramblings

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

Sarah!! Just wanted to share that I saw Andrew McMahon in LA last night! He played more JM and SoCo than I was expecting and that made me very happy!! 🥲

Aw omg I love hearing this! Hope you had the absolute best time.

#tsser

[ghoultalks]

books i've read this year (2023)

reading goal: 30 books

total read so far: 29 (last updated: 10/31/23)

MARCH 2023

1. And I Do Not Forgive You by Amber Sparks

APRIL 2023

2. Nine Liars by Maureen Johnson 3. Vladimir by Julia May Jonas 4. Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata 5. Local Woman Missing by Mary Kubica

MAY 2023

6. Brutes by Dizz Tate 7. Pretty Girls by Karen Slaughter

JUNE 2023

8. The Drowning Kind by Jennifer McMahon 9. Blackmail and Bibingka by Mia P. Manansala 10. Natural Beauty by Ling Ling Huang

JULY 2023

11. All’s Well by Mona Awad 12. Dykette by Jenny Fran Davis 13. A Touch of Jen by Beth Morgan 14. The Grownup by Gillian Flynn 15. The Guest by Emma Cline 16. Sarahland by Sam Cohen

AUGUST 2023

17. Monstrilio by Gerardo Sámano Córdova 18. Pure Colour by Sheila Heti 19. Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter 20. Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder 21. All-Night Pharmacy by Ruth Madievsky

SEPTEMBER 2023

22. The Writing Retreat by Julia Bartz 23. My Husband by Maud Ventura 24. I Hold a Wolf by the Ears: Stories by Laura van den Berg 25. I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman

OCTOBER 2023

26. The Centre by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi 27. Slewfoot by Brom 28. Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica 29. Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

#book log #reading log #books read in 2023

[thelonesomequeen]

Book recs

Some spooky/unsettling book recs for you:

The London Seance Society by Sarah Penner

The Whistling by Rebecca Netley

The Family Game by Catherine Steadman

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

The Death of Mrs.Westaway by Ruth Ware

Near the Bone by Christina Henry

Moon of the Crusted Snow by Waubgeshig Rice

The Hollow Places by T.Kingfisher

The Invited by Jennifer Mcmahon

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Yeeees thank you! I’ve heard GREAT things about Project Hail Mary. I’ve also heard that’s one that’s great in audiobook format. It’s been on my TBR for a while now and I’ve gotta get to it! 🦎

[haunthouse]

For your consideration, re haunted architecture notion list

Just Like Home - Sarah Gailey thematic CWs for serial killing, some true crime, torture. I do have a full CW list if anyone needs them, but the plot summary may hint at whether one is interested in the plot. I love a good coming home story, especially when Home is a fucked up place for so many reasons.

The Death of Jane Lawrence - Caitlin Starling It's no house of leaves but the house is creepily fucked up in its own right.

Smithy by Amanda Desiree I also have a list of CWs but fwiw the 'animal experimentation' plot does not involve, like, Wire Mother levels of animal abuse. But there is a scene of animal injury but it's animal on animal due to improper animal interactions. [I'm trying not to spoiler too much here.] This is a paranormal haunting but unfortunately does not feature as heavily as I wish it did. But all the same, I love the concept of animals picking up on the supernatural, very creepy!!! Also fair warning, the various rep is a bit shallow re lesbian character, Jewish character. Think passing single sentence references. I don't think it's esp offensive beyond the fact that the author clearly did not put very much thought into what it means to being lesbian or Jewish. You know, the usual superficiality.

The Invited - Jennifer McMahon Also tentative because it's more a mystery than a paranormal horror. The MC is, quite literally, building a haunted house out of materials that come from locations where major tragedy and / or death has occurred. I can appreciate the variation from the usual 'married couple moves into haunted house' plot.

Tentative, honorary suggestion? House of Small Shadows - Adam Nevill

It's… deep sighs. The 'tentative' bit comes in because. Well. Horror has a long terrible ableist history with regards to using disabilities and disfigurements as shock and horror. The book does heavily feature disabled people as an 'Other' but more like this community has banded together around this house because of society rejecting them for being disabled. I'm not sure if the author meant it to be That Deep or not. [he's been described as 'the british 'stephen king' '. Take that as you will....] I don't know if I can explain it well without spoiling, and I'm certainly not able to discuss it from a heavily disabled person's perspective. Go in eyes open, imo. I do remember the house being heavily toxic and vile until [spoiler]. While it's not a traditional paranormal haunting, I think it counts towards a 'house that isn't haunted by something but haunts the current residents'. A la Haunting of Hill House. This house is not meant for the able bodied living, per se. Or maybe it's more like 'the haunting isn't a ghost, it's trauma'? There's a lot going on.

Anyways, maybe these books are fitting for your list, maybe someone else can endorse or recommend against. It's all good. I hope your coming week goes very smoothly and chill! And thank you for making that list, I got quite a few recs out of it!

hi! thank you so much for the books! i'm actually in the middle of reading just like home right now (and absolutely loving it); once i finish it'll absolutely be going on the list. and i can't believe i forgot to put the death of jane lawrence on there — it's definitely one of my favorite books i've read this year! (tooting my own horn a bit: i actually got commissioned by the author to draw the house from that book!) i've added that one now!

the rest i haven't read, though they sound interesting and will definitely be on my 'research further before adding' list.

thanks again! hope you have a good day & happy almost halloween! <3

#re: spatial horror reclist #answered #hachiyapersimmon

[ebookporn]

Alleged book thief Filippo Bernardini may avoid trial in the US

The Simon & Schuster employee is accused of masterminding a phishing scam to obtain manuscripts from top authors

by Sarah Shaffi

The man charged by the FBI with stealing hundreds of book manuscripts may not face trial, under an agreement between prosecutors and his lawyers.

Filippo Bernardini, an Italian citizen who worked at UK publisher Simon & Schuster, was arrested in the US in January, with the FBI alleging he had “impersonated, defrauded, and attempted to defraud, hundreds of individuals” to obtain unpublished and draft works. The indictment said Bernardini had registered more than 160 fake internet domains to impersonate others since 2016.

Bernardini, who was charged with wire fraud and aggravated identity theft, was due in court in early July. In June, however, the judge in his case, US district court judge Colleen McMahon, agreed to postpone the appearance so prosecutors could consider a deferred prosecution request, according to Publishers Marketplace.

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#book publishing #book thief #bibliomania #book lovers #bookseller #librarians

[bornitereads]

Hex Life - Ed. Christopher Golden & Rachel Autumn Deering

Read: Oct 2022

This is a collection of short stories about witches. "Wicked new tales of witchery" as it says on the cover. It's maybe also part of the title? I can never tell to be honest. Overall I really enjoyed this book. Not every story was a winner. Especially stories taking place in already established fictional worlds. A few of the authors have long running series that they wrote in for this, and largely I didn't like those stories. I'll just give y'all the run down real quick:

An Invitation to a Burning - Kat Howard: great start for the book

Widows' Walk - Angela Slatter: this needs to be a movie honestly

Black Magic Momma: An Otherworld Story - Kelley Armstrong: meh

The Night Nurse - Sarah Langan: superbly creepy bad witch story, a mother goes through it

The Memories of Trees - Mary SanGiovanni: this one was great! Calling powers and people finding out

Home: a Morganville Vampires Story - Rachel Caine: did not like

The Deer Wife - Jennifer McMahon: amazing!! Gay!! Also needs to be a movie

The Dancer - Kristine Dearborn: okay, didn't read as "witch"

Bless Your Heart - Hillary Monahan: great! A mother's retribution in all its witchy glory

The Debt - Ania Ahlborn: creepy have to pay the price story

Toil & Trouble: A Dark-Hunter Hellchaser Story - Sherrilyn Kenyon & Madaug Kenyon: ehh this one I didn't like that much

Last Stop on Route Nine - Tananarive Due: this one was good, nasty backwoods witch and curses

Where Relics Go to Dream and Die - Rachel Autumn Deering: this one was weird but interesting

This Skin - Amber Benson: this one was wild

Haint Me Too - Chesya Burke: this one was delicious, plantation absolutely haunted by the slaves that died there and black witches fucking up them white people

The Nekrolog - Helen Marshall: this was weird and wild, you will never guess where this one is going

Gold Among the Black - Alma Katsu: liked this one

How to Become a Witch-Queen - Theodora Goss: Snow White grows up and says fuck it!

Info: Titan Books; 2020

#hex life #christopher golden #rachel autumn deering #fiction #fantasy #witches

[wildflowerswildhorses]

I knew Julian McMahon left the show but you’re telling me that they killed him off ?? and they did it like THAT???? idk, couldn’t let him go on a vacation with Sarah and then maybe retire.... you gotta KILL him?

Not only that, instead of the OBVIOUS choose of letting Sheryll take over the team after him - they hire a white man who’s a rapist instead. 

#fuck wolf ent and fuck dick wolf #fbi most wanted #still shook that i haven't been spoiled before now though