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cloveroctobers · 2 months

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NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18. “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8. “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #fire country #fire country season 2 #bode leone #bode donovan #bode leone x reader #bode Donovan x reader #eve edwards #spring prompts #queued #max thieriot

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slicedblackolives · 3 months

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in theory thrifting for books in delhi sounds fun in practice it is just perusing stacks and stacks of libertarian self help books, celebrity biographies, harry potter, tech ceo biographies, sarvakar for english speaking hindutvadis, ian mcewan, colleen hoover, john grisham, jeffery archer, sherlock holmes anthologies, chetan bhagat and his knock-offs, the shiva trilogy and its cringe ilk, and a couple of copies of the cromwell trilogy.

#this is also the catalogue in most bookstores and the Delhi book fair #people who find even slightly subversive authors in second hand bookstores tell me ur secrets lol pls

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likeadevils · 6 days

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what songs from TTPD and TA are now yours? Which ones have spoken to you the most?

songs that are genuinely MINE

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus: i cried myself to sleep listening to this song on repeat on release night and for the life of me i cant tell you why. i think it’s a great example of her being older really deepening her writing— just that old scarred over longing of a possible life, a possible love, too far away to reach but close enough to brush past. also, the double edged sword of “if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say’ i loved you the way that you were’”— you loved me before i’d twisted myself into the shape i am now in order to keep my current partner, but also, you loved me the way i was, not the way i am now

i look in peoples windows: i wrote a poem with the line “im afflicted by the not knowing” in it!! inspired by the outside!! and by spending so much of my childhood reading by moonlight and spying on my neighbors through their windows!!! it was called where midnight lives!!! what the fuck!!!

robin: another song i sobbed hysterically to. i was a strange little violent child obsessed with dinosaurs it feels like a lullaby someone made specifically about 3 year old me.

songs that i’m obsessed with:

but daddy i love him: the bridge is just so fun to scream along to. everytime ive been in a car since the album came out ive played this at least two times just cause

fresh out the slammer: it’s just. the first verse??? the way the song stutters apart for the last verse??? this song takes the blurry muse conceit of the album and uses it to its fullest. also just the diminishing returns from “but its gonna be alright, i did my time”

i can do it with a broken heart: my first listen favorite

the smallest man who ever lived: the bridge????? the bridge???? the bridge???? a few of the negative reviews specifically mentioned this song as boring and for a millisecond i was so angry i could’ve exploded

the black dog: this is like, the platonic ideal of a taylor swift song to me. just that old quiet tragedy she can build out of little moments of hoping your ex will remember you when they hear your favorite song or not having known your last kiss was your last kiss or your ex still sharing their location with you. like, it’s just her at her best, but with the maturity to sing “and you jump up, but she’s too young to know this song”

i hate it here: people have talked about seeing reputation in the anthology but i think you can also see so much debut and it makes me feel so tender. also i genuinely don’t understand why people don’t like “if chose the 1830s but without all the racists” like?? it’s supposed to be a bit clunky?? the songs about the limits of escapism?? the line enhances both of those themes?? also “i’m there most of the year” is such a funny devastating relatable lyric to say about a daydream

thank you aimee: it’s not every day a song inspires you to send this message about something a child did to you (fuck you madeline!!! fuck you jessie!!!)

the bolter: avoidant attachment representation!!! i love that it takes the stuff she hated about herself in the archer and just accepts and loves them and appreciates what they’ve given her. i especially love it because bolt can mean like, crossbow bolts, so it’s a flip on the archer. also “bolt” is one of my favorite words i love all the different meanings

“the only thing that’s left is the manuscript, one less souvenir from my trip to your shores, now and then i re-read the manuscript, but the story isnt mine anymore” also just had me sobbing. there’s just. wtf!!!!!!

#asks*

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bobfloydsbabe · 1 year

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turning tables | jake seresin x oc | masterlist

Turning Tables is an anthology series in the Motion Sickness Universe, telling the love story of Jake "Hangman" Seresin and Dr. Jasmine Lane. All works can be read independently but feature the same characters. strictly 18+/minors dni.

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Motion Sickness is a shared universe featuring Jas Lane, Cecily Archer, and @joaquinwhorres' Caro and Dalia Alvarez. Learn more about them in Tailspin. The other's OCs are included in fics, drabbles, and blurbs with permission and beta-read approval.

CONTENT KEY warnings on individual fics

✩ = fluff | ♧ = angst | △ = suggestive | ϟ = smut

FICS

make the tables turn ↳ Jake gets a physical and is surprised by who his doctor is.

takes one to know one ↳ Jas and Jake play a game of cat and mouse.

talking body (sneak peek) ϟ ↳ Jas' sexual frustration is at an all-time high thanks to Jake.

hands in your hair ↳ Jake didn't mean to touch Jas' hair.

delicate ✩ ↳ Jas and Jake share a tender morning moment.

never really cared (until i met you) ♧ ✩ ↳ Jas realizes there may be more to her relationship with Jake than she thought.

burst into flames for you ♧ ✩ ↳ After the mission, Jas confesses why she's been ignoring Jake.

BLURBS & DRABBLES

◦ in sickness and in health ◦ insomnia ◦ lay me down again ◦ morning coffee ◦ jealousy, jealousy ◦ checkmate ◦ meet the parents (sneak peek)

NEXT GENERATION

motion sickness ✩ ↳ The kids of our favorite characters navigate high school and crushes.

chosen family ✩ ↳ Jas and Jake get new titles thanks to their adoptive daughter.

this changes everything ✩ ↳ Jamie and Marcus go on their first date.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #top gun maverick #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin masterlist #oc: jasmine lane #otp: jasman #fic: turning tables #masterlist #fic masterlist #masterlist: turning tables #motion sickness universe #ms universe #friends oc

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felizusnavidad · 9 days

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this is the same anon who listens to both lin and taylor, but feels less enthusiastic about her nowadays - reporting my thoughts on ttpd that you absolutely did not ask for.

i just didn't get it. i know that saying "the songs sound the same" is usually a cheap shot at taylor's discography, but that's sincerely how i feel after giving the entire anthology a listen. i'm sure that later on i'll start to pick up on the differences - but i did a rapid fire game of let's listen to a random part in the middle of a song and then cut to a random part of another song, and the instrumentals/vocal tones were so similar it wasn't even jarring. they all sound the same, except for 1 or 2 songs. even midnights, which had a very uniform vibe, didn't feel like this. nor did cardigan or evermore feel like this, which are arguably even quieter albums.

i feel bad saying all this because i was very curious to see what this album would be like, especially with an interesting title like "the tortured poets department". but i don't know how to express my opinion rn. it's not that the songs are terrible? but i don't see any type of audible progression in the album, and most of them sound like the sort of quiet, toned-down song you might get in the latter third of an album.

they give me "the archer" vibes without the oomf and genuine meaning behind that song. so it's not beguiling and interesting, it's just directionless. there's no beat no melody.

idk man. i was hopeful but this just crashed my enthusiasm even more. maybe i'm being dramatic and i'm sure i'll salvage a few favs out of this anyways, but. sigh.

you're right, i didn't ask for this, but thank you for writing this essay for me, because it's interesting to see someone else's point of view - not very different from my own.

i have to agree, for me most of the songs sound the same, & i literally don't remember any song (except like maybe 3-4), which never happened to me with any taylor's album. it feels so... lazy. & it has some of her worst lyrics ever. i don't love any of it.

i think it's a good idea to give it more time & a few more listens, but like i also said before, i literally have to force myself to listen to this album because i'm so bored. lord save me.

...and for your information, i am the archer's biggest hater. i can't stand this song, mostly because of the production (sorry jack & my friends who love this one). maybe this is why i don't really like ttpd.

#idk man i feel kinda devastated #because despite all that's happpening in the fandom rn i really wanted to like this album #and i just... i don't #i really don't #i don't feel anything when i listen to it & this is a terrible feeling #maybe i will change my mind but for now #thank god i have lin to entertain me #ts #ttpd #anon #i saved every letter you wrote me*

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moonys-bf · 2 years

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aled last was so real for this

#radio silence alice oseman #radio silence book #aled last #archer's thoughts <3 #archer's anthology

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 month

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One of the best aspects of Archer's writing is how seamlessly the show switches to different genres to play with. You move from the original 60s/70s spy films of the first 3 seasons to Archer Vice in season 4, which is easily explained with ISIS being shut down (which was explained by the creators as A. wanting to move past the spy genre and B. moving away from the name ISIS due to the rise of the terrorist organization) and the overarching plot of selling the cocaine. Throughout the entire season you're wondering how the coke even got there in the first place, and it actually turns into a plot point!

The writers are good at tying up all sorts of loose ends and questions you'd have and it shows in the premise of Archer Vice: ISIS is shut down because it was never authorized as an espionage agency, which was a question and the source of dozens of theories during the first three seasons. You wonder what Lana is talking about with her "decision" and her nausea, and it's revealed in the series finale. You reunite with characters from earlier seasons like Ramon and you even get to meet characters only mentioned before with Cheryl's brother Cecil.

Season 5 leads to a slight lean back into espionage with the gang working for the CIA, leading to a finale where it finally ends with ISIS dissolving completely and being blacklisted from espionage work...which is the perfect segue into a whole new genre: 70s Hollywood detective films/shows! It's a fresh start for the gang and for the writers, and them moving across the country to California gives them room for even more Hollywood backdrops later on.

After 6 and 7, Archer being in a coma leads to the BIGGEST and most drastic genre changes yet. The next seasons are in a kind of anthology with little plot developments in the real world, and with Archer's love of cinema and the fact that he spent his last days conscious on an old Hollywood set (and was literally shot by a femme fatale), of COURSE the next season takes place in a noir setting.

I just really love how much thought goes into this show's theming and storytelling. I know the Dreamland seasons are controversial and people dislike just how little you see in the real world, but I think that these seasons are NOT pointless. Getting a glimpse into Archer's subconscious and diving into his relationships to other characters is so so fascinating. Very Kantian, which is right up the writers' alley. You can really tell this show was created by an English major lol.

I actually stopped watching after Season 8 so I only vaguely know about the rest of the series. Apparently there's a space themed season? I'm really excited to see how things end and watch the conclusion to my favorite adult animated series.

#archer #sloot watches #sloot's essays

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starksvinyls · 7 days

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*how did it end? is being considered track 5 on the anthology

and ofc reblog for a larger sample size <3

#taylor swift #tumblr polls

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brooklynislandgirl · 5 months

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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER! I. Favourite Colours: Any shade of green {forest and emerald in particular}, black, silver, garnet. II. Favourite Flavours: Good coffee, deeply brewed tea, dark chocolate, coconut, and a 'scent flavour'... it's gonna either be beef being cooked on a fire, or specific to New Mexico... a crisp/cool afternoon when the sun is bright but not hot and you smell it...smoke, something earthy and green with an almost acidic bite if you breath it in just right. It's chile season, and it's being open roasted in giant metal roasters. And lastly, pinon. III. Favourite Genres: Most fantasy though with a penchant for High Fantasy. True Noir/ Mystery, Horror, History/Alternative History. I do enjoy Romance and Sci-Fi {typically golden and silver age are most often forgotten but truly a guilty pleasure} but tend to prefer them blended with a different genre. Poetry is entirely different and for me it's more like music than narrative fiction, though I do have a soft spot for the Romantics, and the Beat Generation. {You can have my Kerouac and my Ginsberg whence you've pried them from my cold, dead, yaddah yaddah}. And because I am a bastard, I'm going to ruin it all for you: Literally almost any Emily Dickinson poem can be read/sung to the tune of the Yellow Rose of Texas, or the theme to Gilligan's Island. You're welcome. IV. Favourite Music: Classical, Tribal Trap, Country, Grunge, Classic Rock {stfu, G-N-R and them are not YET classic rock}, 80s Rock/Metal. Broadway Musicals, Rap/R&B, really just about anything. Probably my favourite singers are Eddie Vedder {yes, I know}, Geoff Tate who's is utterly incredible even after 40 years. And honestly? Garth Brooks. V. Favourite Movies: SW: The Empire Strikes Back, Tombstone, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Strange Days, Highlander, CA:TWS, Doctor Strange, ST: The Undiscovered Country and just so so so many more. VI. Favourite Series: Constantine, Doom Patrol, Legends of Tomorrow, Supernatural, Babylon 5, Farscape, Loki, ST: DS9/TNG/TOS/SNW {Really all of them except Voyager and Discovery}, Salem, Original Charmed, Witches of East End, Burn Notice, Fargo, Resident Alien, Res Dogs, Longmire, Justified, Dallas {Original and Revival} and Dark Shadows {Original AND Revival}. Family Guy, Bob's Burgers {and Archer}. Robot Chicken. Lastly I'm also going to say the Orville, which yes is a sort of parody of Star Trek, but also an homage, and a surprisingly well written one. VII. Last Song: Paint it Black ~ Ciara cover, Superhero ~ Johnny Hollow VIII. Last Series: Loki Episode 1-Season 2 or American Gigolo Episode 1. IX. Last Movie: The Noel Diary, The Dark Knight trilogy X. Currently Reading: Ten Little Indians anthology by Sherman Alexie, Digitisation and Digital Archiving: A Practical Guide for Librarians {second ed.} by Elizabeth R Leggett, ¡Sin resolver! Misterios de la historia by Dona Herwick Rice. XI. Currently Watching: The Fall of the House of Usher, Loki, Resident Alien XII. Currently Working On: The 500 or so posts I owe across my blogs. I am so sorry for being absolute fail.

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