#The Arthur Sinclair Collection

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Found Photograph by Thomas Hawk Via Flickr: Kitten, Black Mumba, October 1955

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Cherry Pop ❥Arthur Morgan

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ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ sex ⋆ make out ⋆ oral f!receiving ⋆ f!orgasm ⋆ hickeys⋆this is kinda wholesome ish ⋆

WC➻❥1786➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ one late afternoon your relaxing with your husband Arthur when you come to realization that you’re ready to go to the next with him and he comfortably guides you through “popping your cherry”

A/N ➻❥ I absolutely loved writing this and it took me about one night to finish surprisingly

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Do Not Steal Or Translate My Work!

You weren’t a saint by any means but you had managed to stay “pure” until marriage.

Your husband, Arthur, hadn’t begged or bothered you about it. He said that whenever you were ready, he’d be ready too.

You laid with him in bed, soaking in his warmth.

His hands rubbed your legs as you played through his hair. “How was fishing?” You asked, he often met with an old friend to fish and hunt, Hamish Sinclair.

“We did pretty good today, I’ll cook it later if you’d like.” His chest hummed against your knees, “how was your day darlin’?”

“I wrote to my mother this morning, I also weeded the garden.” You reminisced.

“You look so pretty upside down.” He smiled, looking up at you through his brows. You blushed, “oh you stop it,” you lightly pulled his hair and laughed with him.

You kept running your fingers through his hair, Arthur gently rubbing your legs, lightly massaging them as he moved his hands. “Arthur.” You were hesitant to tell him you were ready, “yes sweetheart?” He continued on, “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” He attempted looking at you again. “You know,” your voice went quiet as you felt a sense of embarrassment. Arthur nodded once he figured it out, “that kind of ready.” He stopped rubbing your legs, “are you sure?” You nodded.

Arthur had escaped your legs and was on top of you. He looked at you, on all fours, he let a hand run up your thigh, slowly disappearing under your nightgown. “Are you sure?” He asked once more, desperate for reassurance. “Arthur,” you cupped his right cheek, “I am positive.” You slowly kissed, taking it slow as his hand continued under the white fabric of your dress.

Both hands cupped his face as the kiss was truly intimate. “I love you.” You spoke in between breaths, “I love you more darlin’.” He replied as his hand sat on your hip.

You pulled yourself from the kiss, breathing deeply as you prepared yourself. “Do you want me to lead?” Arthur offered, you nodded softly.

Arthur held your chin, slowly letting his lips touch yours. “Sorry for making you wait,” you mumbled against his lips. Arthur pulled back and looked at you, his eyes peaceful and pupils large, “darlin’ don’t apologize for such a thing, I wouldn’t ever force you.” A smile forms on his face, “but you are slowly ruining the mood,” you both had a slight laugh before collecting yourselves.

In the moments of silence you both looked at each other, eyes fluttering as you kept eye contact. Arthur looked down at your lips then back to you, slowly bringing himself closer to you. His lips rubbed yours for a moment, then slightly pulled away. You could see Arthurs chest rise with a big breath before his lips carefully connected with yours.

This wasn’t the first time you had kissed and made out with Arthur, but the tension was exponentially high as you knew what was to come, not that you weren’t excited for the next level of your wholesome marriage. One of your hands cupped his face as the other trailed up the back of his neck into the hair you were playing with moments ago.

Arthurs fists pushed into the pillow that supported your lower back against your bed frame. His lips were soft and wet from your mouth, Arthur pulled his kisses to your cheek, kissing his way to your ear. “I’ll take good care of you darlin’, I promise.” His hot breath whispered, the gruff in his voice sent pleasant shivers down your spine. His lips touched your skin, kissing down your jawline to your neck, leaving gentle love bites as he lowered to your jugular.

Arthur kissed down the deep neckline of your dress, his lips set just above your covered breasts. His eyes flutter through his eyelashes at you. You begin scrunching and pulling your nightdress up, Arthur pulling back and helping to pull the dress over your torso.

Arthur sat for a moment, your dress in his hands as he looked at your bare body. “I am a lucky man,” his eyes traveled up your body, slowly meeting your eyes again before he threw your dress across the bed and onto the floor.

He kissed you again, his hands on your waist, hugging your figure as the kiss progressed from delicate to hot. Your lips wet with a mixture of saliva, it didnt bother you, everything about the moment was making both sets of lips wet, soaked even.

Arthur repeated his kiss trail, his lips continuing past the abrupt block when you were clothed. Your head slightly leaned back as he aroused your breasts, his hands pushing your waist into the pillows, the tight grip making the sensations even better.

Arthur had a hand travel the side of your body, his grip tightening on your left boob. You slightly bit your bottom lip as you waited for him to continue his journey down your body. His kisses and love bites continued down the middle of your abdomen, lingering just above your hips.

Arthur pulled himself back, he began unbuttoning the few buttons on his shirt. He pulled it over his head, revealing the hairy chest you had admired quite often. You watched as he did the single button of his pants, he slightly pushed his pants down, leaving the base just slightly visible.

He crawled back to you, kissing up your right leg. Love bites were covered on your inner thigh before Arthur focused his attention onto your wet pussy. He looked up at you again, his eyes locked with your as he teasingly kissed your lips, watching as your body yearned for him.

His warm tongue slowly entered you, your hands gripped the bed sheets tight as your body tensed. Arthur studied you, watching how when his tongue moved in a certain way it would make you feel better than a different way. “Fuck,” you try to contain the slight moan in your voice but its hard as his tongue works inside you.

Arthur slowed his pace with his tongue, before he removed it. He kissed you again, his face wet from you. He had you distracted with the wet kiss as he slowly entered himself. You pulled from the kiss with a moan, adjusting yourself to the unfamiliar feeling of Arthur’s cock.

His pace was leisurely, allowing you to adjust to the feeling. Once you did, you brought your attention back to Arthur, your hands over his shoulders, allowing him to kiss your neck. The warmth of his mouth on your bare neck combined with the slight thrusts couldn’t keep you silent. Every movement made a noise escape you, “Can I go faster?” Arthur looked back at you, you nodded, Arthur frowned, “use your words darlin’.” You felt another shiver of pleasure with his slight insert of dominance. “Please go faster,” your words trailed off as the new feelings increased.

The thrusts quickened at a slight pace, Arthur again watching to see what was too much for you, not that you believed you could have too much of him. Nevertheless as he hastened, you grew louder, so did your climax; which was nearing its peak.

Arthur looked down, placing his thumb on your clit, which only made you moan louder as you were stimulated. Arthur kept everything consistent, leaving you to wonder why you hadn’t done this sooner with him. You knew that this was going to happen a lot more now that you had enough courage. “God,” you mutter before he kisses your lips, taking in your moans, with a slight mix of his own pleasurable sounds.

It didn’t long for the peak of your orgasm to be hit, your nails dug into Arthurs shoulder blades. Arthur slowed his pace as you continued, your moan long and drawn-out by stimulation. Arthur panted beside you as you finally caught yourself, his own orgasm had yet to happen. Your body relaxed into your bed frame and comfort of the mattress and pillows under you.

Arthur pulled himself out of you, still hovering over you as he laid gentle kisses on your jawline. You cupped his face and pulled him to your lips, he let you dominate the kiss; how your lips mixed together, whether your tongues would dance with each other.

Arthur finally pulled from you and rolled over, falling beside you, a pleased smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful darlin’,” his eyes were admiring yours. You turned your body and adjusted yourself to lay beside him, you both just looked at each other, ignoring how exposed and bare you were. “I love you,” you leaned in and set a small peck on his right cheek before pulling back with a sly smirk. “I love you too sweetheart,” his fingers pushed back loose hair that had escaped your braid.

“Is it normal to be tired after?” You yawned, your body exhausted from such an amazing experience. “I’m that damn good?” He laughed and you playfully hit his shoulder, “It’s a lot of work, and I’m sure your day was more than writing to your mother and weeding. You have reasons to be tired darlin’.” He turned away from you and grabbed your nightgown, “I’ll put you to bed if you’d like,” he offered. “I think you already did.” You giggled and sat up, allowing Arthur to dress you in the laced nightgown that you had made for your wedding.

You pulled down the covers of your bed and slid yourself under them, Arthur pulling them up over your stomach. He leaned over you and gave you a gentle kiss, letting himself linger for a moment; before he rolled over and sat on the edge of your bed. “Are you not coming to bed?” You shifted yourself into a comfortable position, “I’ll be in bed soon, I’m just gonna check on the horses. I’ll be back in a moment dear.” He loosely button his pants and slid on his boots before he quietly walked around the bed and out of the room.

You turned around and dimmed the kerosene lamp on your beside table that Arthur had built when you first moved into this house. You slowly closed your eyes as you reminisced on your “first time”, you had thoroughly enjoyed it and was glad it was with Arthur, your husband, your true love.

As you slowly began to drift off to sleep, you felt Arthur carefully get into your bed. Adjusting himself to not wake you; before he laid an arm over you and slowly moved closer to you before he drifted off with you. His snores comforting you into a deep rest.

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Hey QLL, I really just want to read some delightfully trashy tropey stuff (positive). What are your recs?

ahhhh fun! okay let’s see..

okay first of all we simply must give a shout out to our pulp fiction collection. if that isn’t a bit trashy we don’t know what is 😂

Adult Fic:

Those Who Wait by Haley Cass

Charm City by Monica McCallen

Chef’s Kiss by TJ Alexander

It Started With a Kiss by Claire Lydon

The Pink Bean series by Harper Bliss

Queer Werewolves Destroy Capitalism by MJ Lyons

Cleat Cute or Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

Mrs Martin’s Incomparable Adventure by Courtney Milan

Truth & Measure by Roslyn Sinclair

His Fresh Start Cowboy by A.M. Arthur

and a few for YA for good measure:

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen

the Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar

The Borrow a Boyfriend Club by Page Powars

[x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x]

Full Masterlist

Updated: 6/18/25

💥 Attack on Titan:

Attack on Pranks

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 1 (The First Task)

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 2 (Keep Running)

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 3 (How it All Started)

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 4 (Showdown)

Attack on Titan Short Story Collection

→Attack on Titan Short Story Collection: Fireworks

→Attack on Titan Short Story Collection: Towels

💥 Kengan Ashura:

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

→Chapter 1: Shut up, Raian

→Chapter 2: Off His Ass (NSFW)

→Chapter 3: Naughty

→Chapter 4: FishFace

->Chapter 5: Meat Gazer (NSFW)

💥 Dragon Ball:

A Serendipitous Future

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit

→Chapter 1: The Flames of Destruction

→Chapter 2: The Game Begins

→Chapter 3: Blink of an Eye

→Chapter 4: Cat out of the Bag

→Chapter 5: The Room

→Chapter 6: Chained Freedom

→Chapter 7: The Calvary Arrives

→Chapter 8: The Curse of Immortality

→Chapter 9: Hate Me Not

→Chapter 10: Victory

→Chapter 11: Zamasu’s Revenge

→Chapter 12: Hidden Treasures

→Chapter 13: The Wolf

→Chapter 14: Infiltrator

→Chapter 15: An Unlikely Allegiance

→Chapter 16: The Forest

→Chapter 17: Red Lights

→Chapter 18: Reunion

→Chapter 19: Even Nightmares Dream

→Chapter 20: The Pact

→Chapter 21: The Ritual [SMUT]

→Chapter 22: Back Again

→Chapter 23: Return of the Past

💥 Baki:

Not Really Katsumi

💥 One Punch Man:

Mayhem

💥 Friday the 13th/Halloween:

Friday the 13th Oneshots: Michael x Jason

→Chapter 1: Handful

→Chapter 2: Halloween Headache

→Chapter 3: You Make Me Go Crazy (SMUT)

💥Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

The Elf and the Elk

Red of Rivendell

Mischief

→Mischief: Chapter 1

→Mischief: Chapter 2

→Mischief: Chapter 3

→Mischief: Chapter 4

→Mischief: Chapter 5

→Mischief: Chapter 6

→Mischief: Chapter 7

Behind Locked Doors and Darkened Corridors

-> Chapter 1: Just a Man (NSFW)

-> Chapter 2: Innocence Won't Keep You-Surrender to the Red Head [SMUT]

-> Chapter 3: In this Cold, Lonely Tower, There was Only You [SMUT]

Just for tonight, General. (And we'll kill them all tomorrow.) [SMUT]

💥Tangled (2010):

Dirty: Stabbington Brothers/Reader [SMUT]

Works In Progress

If there's anything in particular that you want to see posted, just comment on this post or shoot me a DM, and I'll try to get that one out a bit faster! If you have any questions also feel free to let me know. Some of these were written a while ago and forgotten about but I hate leaving things unfinished.

💥 House of Wax/Halloween:

You Look Like Me (And I Don't Like It): Bo Sinclair x Michael Myers

💥 Friday the 13th/Halloween:

Sharp Love: Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers

Friday the 13th Oneshots: Michael x Jason-Chapter 3

💥 The Collector (Asa Emory):

On Your Own: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

Never Kiss a Stranger At the Bar: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

Wrong File: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

The TA: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

💥 Hannibal (NBC):

Symphony of Murder: Asa Emory & Hannibal Lecter

💥 Slasher Harem:

House of Horror: Brahms/Asa/Michael/Jason/Harry/Pyramid Head/Bo/Thomas/Ghostface/Jason x Reader

💥 Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

Gold and Brown: Lindir x Legolas

Elven Encounters

Taste of Revenge

The Three Hunters: How it Should Have Been

💥 Mo Dao Zu Shi:

No Choice But the Wrong One: Xue Yang x Reader

💥 Banana Fish:

Cold Blue: Frederick Arthur x Reader

💥 Baki:

To Love a Monster: Yujiro x Reader

Triple Doom: Implied Mouth Triplets x Jun Guevaru

💥 Attack on Titan:

Attack on Titan Short Story Collection-Body Swap

💥 Kengan Ashura:

The Shadow That Never Sleeps

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian-Chapter 5

Kengan Ashura Oneshots-That's Not a Swimsuit: Ohma Tokita x Reader

Strong, Stronger, and the Strongest: Ohma Tokita x Lihito x Kure Raian

💥 Dragon Ball:

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit-Chapter 23

The Devil's Promise: Goku Black x Reader

💥 Record of Ragnarok:

Cherrypop: Buddha x Reader

💥 Toriko:

55 Days to Tame the Beast: Zebra x Reader

💥 Sherlock Holmes (BBC):

The Untold Tales of a Second

💥 Squid Game:

All I See is Pink: Pink Soldiers x Reader

💥 Harry Potter:

Pranking Severus Snape

Mercy for the Brave: Severus Snape x Reader

💥 Marvel-Loki:

Not So Cold: Loki Odinson x Reader

💥 How To Train Your Dragon 3:

DragonSlayer: Grimmel x Reader

Betrothed to a Killer: Grimmel x Reader

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @squarebracket-trickster! :D

Rules: use this link to generate some incorrect quotes for your characters!

For The Case-files, Uneasy Money, and The Circle of Little Animals:

Paul: Sometimes I feel like Gilbert doesn't take me seriously enough Nicholas: "Sometimes"? Arthur: "Enough"?

Evelyn: What are you doing here? Sinclair: I could ask you the same question Evelyn: This is my room! Sinclair: I could ask you a different question

Helena the First: You saved me! Why? Thomas: People would think I murdered you if I didn't

Alec: I can't find Davit! Phil: Leave it to me. Phil: *raises her voice* Alexander Lennox is an idiot! Davit, in the distance: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY Phil: Found him

Hyeon-su: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Yo-han: Certainly! Here's a complete collection of The Beginner's Guide to International Law, plus A Concise Look at Politics, General Economics, Philosophers on Crime, and all of my Algebra textbooks.

Helena the First: I am not in the habit of talking nonsense! Tarka: You're doing very well for a beginner

Gilbert: Are you trying to seduce me? Thomas: Why? Are you seducable?

Ji-hun: I'm a reverse necromancer Yo-han: That's. That's just killing people

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks, @fiyr-cap, @whimsy-of-the-stars, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

[cosmic-cube-keeper]

"What in the..."

Arthur and Kieran find a #RoomFullOfCrazy 😱😱😱

[uwmspeccoll]

The Minotaur in the Labyrinth

The Minotaur in the Labyrinth stands as one of the ancient stories that has survived the test of time and continuously appears in mainstream entertainment. Most understand that this concept began with the story of Theseus of ancient Athens and how he navigated the labyrinth and slayed the beast within, but many don’t know the inspiration of this idea.

Nearly a millennia before Classical Greece rose to the height of its power (500-350 BCE) the two leading cultures of the Aegean Sea were the Mycenaeans on the mainland and the Minoans on modern day Crete, and it is on this island that we find the labyrinthian structures of Bronze age Greece.

The Bronze Age Palace at Knossos: Plan and Sections by British archaeologist Sinclair Hood and Canadian archaeologist William E, Taylor, Jr., was published as Supplementary Volume No. 13 of The British School at Athens in 1981. It shows the archaeological remains of one of the many Minoan Palaces. Though mostly destroyed and crumbling, we can still see the complex layout of halls and rooms that twist, turn, and abruptly end. Beginning with the excavations of Sir Arthur Evans in 1900, scores of theories have been raised about the purpose of such confounding architecture, from a form of defense to a means of controlling foreign visits.  

Besides the confusing architecture, though no depictions of minotaurs were found, Minoan Palaces such as the one at Knossos did contained several pieces of art that depicted bulls. Upon further inspection, the symbol of the Bull was quite prominent throughout the ancient culture from sports, such as bull leaping, to religious sacrifice.

When looking to those who lived in the past, one should remember that we are not the only ones who inquired about archaeological remains. These ruins would’ve been seen by the Classical Greeks, but by that time their imaginations about the great Palaces and Bull iconography of the Minoan civilization was transformed into the myth of the Minotaur in the Labyrinth.

View more posts on Ancient Greece.

-- LauraJean, Special Collections Undergraduate Classics Intern

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When Two Worlds Collide Series

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Arthur Morgan 

Chapter One: The Hidden Antique

WC: 4.9k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Flirting. Little bit of fluff. Eventual Smut. Arthur doesn’t make an appearance in this chapter. A little background and build up in the story first. 

AN: Ok, my loves. This is pretty much an introduction and a lead up to what happened (in relation to the kinktober crossover fic). Starts off with Joel, then Arthur will eventually make an appearance. I’ve broken up the story because posting large works can be a little difficult on tumblr (it crashes terribly lol). I hope you enjoy the first chapter though. Thank you!

You’ve often wondered about the evolution of a yard sale; like where did the idea originate from and who came up with it? Or why does it feel so exciting to sift through second hand goods, looking to buy something that catches your eye? Perhaps it’s because you can sometimes come across antiques hidden amongst the cluttered pile, and finding something that’s not only expensive, but lavish, decorative and useful too, is very exciting indeed. 

These questions spring to mind this afternoon when passing through a neighbourhood adjacent to yours. You were in the process of driving home after a long day at work, but stopped the car with a sudden burst of joy when seeing a yard sale sign. They always said one man’s trash is another man's treasure, and while you’re not a man, you do believe in that saying and felt it was worthwhile to take a look through the household goods laid out across the front lawn. 

Of course, it looked messy and disorganized with the chairs, tables and even the sidewalk bestrewn with clutter, but you have a little experience with locating the valuables amongst the household junk. You have a keen eye for these things, and it paid off really well too because not even thirty minutes after you stopped the car, you managed to bag unopened box of fairy lights to place around your home somewhere, several scented candles to use for those nights you’d love to take a relaxing bath, a summer dress with the price still attached which is perfectly timed since the summer season is here and many new books to read as well.

But the most valuable item that you bagged today is the mirror. A hidden gem, you might call it, as the mirror was buried behind an attics worth of trash. It’s body length in size, oval shaped and sturdy, embellished with finely hand carved details in the wooden frame and it would fit perfectly in the corner of your bedroom. Even the stand it came with was worth a pretty penny. The whole piece is a vintage antique and highly valuable.

Having said that however, you didn’t want to hustle the man selling the item and told him that it was worth more than the asking price, but he already knew. Josh Sinclair — the seller — reassured you that the price was right for him. He just wanted to get rid of the damn thing as it had been collecting dust in his grandpa’s attic for years, and the reason he drove the price down is because it’s plastered with a heavy layer of soot and black paint.

According to Josh, his grandpa tried to burn the mirror years ago, but failed with the attempt and just painted it over instead. Frankly, you wouldn’t have taken any interest in buying the thing if you didn’t know how to clean it up and bring it back to a good condition. It’s not something you’re planning to sell once you restore it. You want to keep it in your home.

Though, you still didn’t feel comfortable with the asking price and debated a little more with the man, and in the end, you both settled on forty bucks and now it's yours. You paid for your other items then took them to your car before opening the trunk and folding the back seats down. After a struggle and muttering a string of curses under your breath, you dusted your hands off and turned to look at Josh, still feeling guilty for how little he was taking. The mirror is worth thousands. 

Reaching into your pocket and pulling out another thirty dollars, you presented it to the man for all of his help. “Here, take this — please.” You persisted and quickly explained. “This mirror was worth so much more in its prime. I feel bad taking it off your hands for only forty dollars and you did all the heavy lifting anyways.” You smiled, hoping it would seal the deal and to your relief, the man didn’t refuse your offer and accepted the extra cash. 

“Thank you, Y/N… Thank you.” He replied gratefully, holding your eye contact for a moment as he nodded with appreciation. You returned the nod and began walking around the car to the driver's door. He opened it for you and waited till you were sitting inside comfortably before shutting it. After you had turned the key in the ignition, you opened the window and looked up at the man with another smile as he said goodbye. “It was nice meeting you. Come back anytime you see me having another yard sale, ya hear?” 

“I sure will. Thanks, Josh.” You beamed. When he stepped back and gave you ample room to drive away without the worry of squashing his feet with the tires, you looked in the rear-view mirror and watched his figure gradually get smaller while driving down the street. You think about how his face and personality will always stick in your memory. He has bright ginger hair, pale freckled skin, a large birthmark over his right eye and he was so kind, sweet and patient with you too.

You’ll never forget your interaction with Josh because it was nothing but a pleasure and you’ll certainly be coming back again when he next hosts a yard sale. Maybe next time, you could even invite Joel Miller to tag along with you. He sure likes a yard sale just as much as you do. In fact, it was only a few weeks ago that Joel dragged you to the flea market near town to buy some decorative items for his house as he was in desperate need of your ‘expert opinion’. But to be quite honest, you don’t think the man really needed your opinion at all. He had that covered all by himself. You just think he just wanted your company for the day, and you didn’t mind at all because he’s become someone that you enjoy spending time with. And of course, he is really handsome too. 

Joel is your neighbour. He lives next door to you and often spends most of his free time sprucing up his home interior after only just moving into the neighbourhood two months ago. He has a brother named Tommy, a chunky brown Labrador named Rex and a fluffy white Persian cat named Felix. The man's house is warm, welcoming and chaotic, especially with the exciting activities that Rex and Felix get up to. You often watch them from your back porch playing in the yard. They’re so cute together, but you miss them dearly as they’ve been staying at Tommy’s house for the last week. 

While Joel has been busying himself with the home décor ever since he moved in, he’s recently taken it upon himself to put his skills to use and just fully renovate instead. His daily work and passion is carpentry after all, which means his house is currently looking a little worse for wear with the scaffolding poles set up, the bags of cement along his front porch and the large yellow industrial dumpster placed on his front lawn. The place is simply too messy and dangerous for Rex and Felix to be around. They can’t even play in the backyard anymore as it’s covered with even more waste that needs to be discarded. 

For the longest time, you have thought about getting a dog for yourself and yearned to have that connection that Joel has with Felix and Rex. You love to watch him interact with the little guys. They’re more like his babies rather than pets and sometimes he just sits out back and plays the guitar for them while you eavesdrop from next door. Sometimes he even sings for them, albeit it’s very quiet and only a few words here or there, but the notion of singing to his little fur babies is most adorable. 

Clearing your mind as you pull into your street, you look upon the eyesore that is Joel’s home and laugh sweetly when seeing the man scratching the back of his head as he stood on his front lawn. He looked a little frustrated and confused while overlooking some building plans with his buddies, as if he were trying to figure out what the next best step was. But that focus and concern etched on his face was distracting to say the least as you try to drive without staring at him too much. It’s dangerous to gaze upon him like this while behind the wheel. 

You snap out of your ogling and focus on the road, keeping Joel and his buddies in your line of sight as you drive carefully. The house may look like an eyesore right now, but you know that once it’s all said and done, it’s going to look perfect. Joel and his brother do most of the work themselves, but some of their work friends pitch in to help whenever and wherever they can. It’s really rather generous and thoughtful of them. You adore that he has friends like that, and secretly hope their generosity extends to his neighbour with the big heavy mirror in the backseat of her car. 

Parking your car up in the driveway and hopping out, you walk around the back and open the trunk. “Hey.” You waved to Joel as he looked in your direction. He said something to his friends before making his way over, no doubt telling them he’d just be stepping away for a moment. They all smirked and whispered amongst themselves, watching the man like a hawk as if he were approaching his crush, and the mere thought of you being his crush made your cheeks burn. 

“Hey, doll.” Joel greeted you in that thick southern drawl as he approached. “You need some help with the groceries—wait… What’s all this?” He cuts himself off to ask, his tone sounding slightly offended. “Did yer go back to the flea market without me, girl?” 

“No, Joel. I would never.” You barked out a laugh and shook your head at the man. “There was a yard sale in the Sunlight Grove neighbourhood. I stopped the car and bought a few things. Look –” you pointed a finger. “–I even bagged this really cool antique mirror.” 

“Oh yeah, that is cool.” He agreed, then furrowed his brows a little upon noticing the thick soot and black paint on the mirror. “You can fix that, right?” 

“I hope so.”

Reaching for the cardboard box filled with your candles, books and fairy lights, Joel reaches for your summer dress and pulls the straps around his neck, laying the clothing over his chest before turning to his friends with a loud whistle. “Hey pretty boys… Come help me with this thing will yer.” He asked, oh so politely. You and his friends laugh at him plenty, your smile growing bigger and wider over his sense of humour before he turned back to face you and winked. “This dress works a charm. I can see why you bought it, darlin’.”  

“That's actually not why I bought it, but thanks Joel.” You giggled and shook your head at him again. Turning away and heading towards your porch steps, you quickly mount the stairs and open the front door then place the cardboard box of goodies to one side momentarily as you help the guys out however you can. Joel didn’t even lift a finger. He just left his buddies to do all the heavy lifting while leading them into your house. He was even swaying your dress around flirtatiously which earned himself a couple catcalls and wolf whistles. 

“Getting real comfortable wearing that, aren’t you?” You pointed out and teased, to which he returned the playfulness confidently, “Oh yeah. M-hm. Why? You think it looks pretty on me?” 

“Oh yes. It’s very pretty, Joel.” You nod seriously without any trace of a lie in your tone. It actually did look good on him. The pattern and colours paired so well with that dark brown head of hair of his and that deep summer tan on his skin. You often spend every morning reminding him to put sun cream on before heading out to work, sometimes even texting him on your breaks and reminding him to add another layer. He needs that protection, but boy does he look good with a nice golden tan.

“Hey um...” You snap out of your mindless gazing once again. “Do you have any WD-40 in your garage? It will help with removing the paint and soot off the mirror.” 

“Yeah, sure. I got a couple cans you can take.” 

After the mirror was gently placed in your lounge, you grabbed an old sheet and placed it underneath before heading outside with Joel and the guys. You walked towards his garage and thanked him for letting you take a can of WD-40 as well as borrowing a scraper and some industrial cleaning wipes too. “I wanna get started on the mirror right away, but I’ll come back later and bring a couple beers for you and your friends.” 

“Will yer be wearing that pretty dress when you come back to see me with those beers?” He grinned and gathered a sarcastic round of applause from his friends as they all mocked him jokingly. “That’s some next level flirting right there, Joel.” One of his friends said, his words making you stifle a laugh, yet hearing him confirm that Joel was in fact flirting with you made you smile a flattered kind of smile. 

As they continued to laugh and jeer at him, you rolled your eyes at their remarks and replied loud enough for them to hear. “Yeah, sure. I’ll wear the dress just for you, Joel.” You throw him a little wink before turning to walk away, the sight of his smile making your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. He looked so shy in that moment when his friends honed in on him, as if they were revealing some big secret about how he feels about you. It’s no secret that something is slowly forming between you and the man, but it’s still too soon to assume that it’s more than just friends. 

You like Joel’s company. He likes yours. And that’s all there is to it for now. 

Upon entering your house and releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you made your way into the lounge and got to work right away with restoring the mirror. You have a few tips and tricks up your sleeve when it comes to restoration, and WD-40 is just another trick you’ve learned to use along the way. It works wonders for a lot of things around the house too. You used up the last of your own supply the other week when cleaning your bathroom mirror and shower doors, lifting the stained fog straight off the glass. 

With a little music playing from your stereo, you took your time removing all the dirt and grime from the mirror bit by bit with gentle scrapes and wipes. It was actually really rather relaxing and enjoyable. You lost track of time as the hours rolled by quickly, and before you knew it, the cicadas and crickets had alarmed you that it was night time outside. You didn’t even notice the sun going down. You were so invested and focused on the mirror instead. It looked a hell of a lot better though. You’ve made a big dent in the progress and can actually see yourself in the reflection now. All that’s left to do is remove the soot and paint from the crevices in the wood. 

Reminding yourself of those beers you promised Joel and his friends, you exited the lounge and made your way into the kitchen, then retrieved a four pack of cold Budweiser's from the fridge before heading toward the front door. That summer dress was left hanging on the coat hooks along the wall, and the half-hearted you made to Joel crossed your mind as you contemplated whether or not you should actually wear it for him. 

After a moment thinking about it, you set the beers down on the cabinet and reached for the dress, deciding to fulfil all of your promises. Even if you weren’t being serious earlier, you concluded that there really wasn’t any harm in wearing the piece of clothing for him. Besides, you wanted to see how it looked and felt on your body anyways. 

You were just in the middle of taking off your sweater when there was a knock at the door, the sound so sudden and startling that it made you gasp and jump on the spot. “Who is it?” You called out. 

“It’s just me, doll." Joel answered reassuringly from the other side. You quickly pull your sweater back over your head and hold the dress behind the door as you open it, greeting him with a surprised look on your face. “Hey. I was just about to come outside with those beers when you knocked. It gave me a fight.” You laughed bashfully, noticing the way his eyes dropped to look at your clothes. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’. I came to tell you that me and the guys are going out for dinner. You wanna come with us? They keep badgering me to check out that new diner in town so I thought we could go out instead.” He explained, but his words went right over your head. You didn’t even hear him at first. You were too caught up on the fact he looked at your clothes, checking to see if you’re wearing that dress for him, and the way he looked a little disappointed that you weren’t was saddening. If he had just knocked on your door a few minutes later, then he would have seen that you were wearing it for him. 

“Um.. It’s okay, Joel. Don’t worry about it,” you stammered. “I’ll keep the beers for some other time instead. Have fun with the guys…” you pause midway through your sentence with the sudden realization that he actually offered you to go out with him and his friends. You didn’t hear him, and it’s too late now to fix your mistake. He already began nodding with acceptance of your answer, and there was yet another disappointed look in his eyes. “... Y'all stay safe out there too,” you quickly add, finishing your sentence. 

“We will.” He nods, then holds your eye contact for a few moments while shuffling on his feet awkwardly. You could see that he was hesitant on deciding whether or not he should lean in and kiss your cheek goodbye, so you took a step forward and prompted him to. He finished closing the gap, and you watched as he closed his eyes when leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek. His lips were soft and plump, pressed against your skin so gently before he stopped back. It was bliss, and you yearned to feel it again.  

“I’ll see yer sometime tomorrow, darlin’." He said with a deep smile that displayed his relief and joy. You know that he saw you holding the dress when he leaned in to kiss you. And you can see with your own eyes that it made him feel less rejected and more optimistic that something was still there between you and him. 

“See you tomorrow." You muttered and threw a goodbye wave to his friends waiting for him in the car. They all waved back and quietly said their goodbyes too before one of them opened the back door for Joel to hop in.

You probably should have closed your front door and got back to what you were doing at that point, but you didn’t. You instead waited for him to look at you through the backseat window, and you’re glad that you waited too because when Joel’s eyes met yours, he blew you a kiss and still wore that same joyous smile.

It was as if he could hardly wait to see you tomorrow.

Later that night while laying in bed, the entire house shrouded in darkness and complete silence, you open your eyes the moment after you hear a noise echoing through the walls. It sounded like metal clanging against metal, and it was so faint and barely noticeable at first that you wondered if one of your neighbours were watching something on their TV so loud that you could hear it from here. 

You didn’t roll over and close your eyes right away and instead chose to focus on those noises to pinpoint their location. You know Joel is home and laying in bed right now because you were awake at the time when he came back from dinner with his friends. They were so quiet and respectful of how late at night it was, not wanting to disturb your sleeping neighbours. 

As that metal clanging noise subsides and is replaced with several men hooting and yelling as they ride horseback, you assumed that someone couldn’t hear the old western movie they were watching and finally rolled over to ignore it. Although you could hear the movie and all of the sound effects, you didn’t mind all that much as you’re used to something playing during the night anyway. Sometimes you even play some music on your phone and turn the volume down low just to have that background noise while you sleep. 

Now that you're facing the direction of your window however, you narrow your eyes with focus and just make out the waving beam of light coming through the blinds. It was Joel signalling you. He occasionally does that whenever he sends you a text and you don’t reply, but since your phone was under your pillow, you slip your hand underneath to retrieve it and read his text. 

‘Darlin’, you’ve left your TV playing downstairs. I can see your living room lit up with light,’ he wrote and you quickly text him back, replying: ‘Joel, I shut everything off before I came to bed. Are you sure it’s my TV?’ 

You look at your window again and focus on the gaps between your blinds, noticing that he had climbed out of his bed now to look through his window and check. ‘Yeah, sweetheart,’ you received a text from him, then another one shortly after. ‘It’s definitely your TV. I can hear that it’s a western movie too. I didn’t know you like that sort of stuff :).’ 

Overlooking how happy that little smiling emoticon made you feel, you couldn’t shift the anxiety in your stomach and decided to just go downstairs and check. Maybe you forgot to turn your TV off after all and you’re worrying over nothing. You quickly shoot another text to Joel before climbing out of bed, ‘Yeah. I like that sort of stuff :). I’m gonna head down and shut it off though. It’s really late and I don't want any complaints from the neighbours, lol.’ 

Exiting your room with that worry still gnawing away at your gut, you grabbed your metal baseball bat just for precaution and started making your way downstairs. You definitely remember turning everything off and you’re finding difficulty in rationalizing how your TV is even on right now, but as it turs out, Joel was right all along. There was a western movie playing in your living room. You could hear the movie as you walked down the stairs and see the bright flashes of light flicking across your walls. 

With another text from Joel chiming through, you look down at your phone and read what the man wrote. ‘What does 'lol' mean?' He asked, and it made you giggle before he quickly sent another text. 'Maybe we could watch a movie together sometime? I’ll bring the snacks and even cook dinner for you.’ His offer made you smile as you think about what it would look like to cosy up on the sofa together.

You entertained the thought for all of two seconds before lifting your head to look at your TV in the living, and seeing that it was shut off instantly brought that panicked feeling back to your stomach by tenfold. 

You stood still, frozen in place with fear as you realized where the source of those sounds and bright flashes of light were coming from — behind you in the mirror. It was displaying a series of images and producing sound, and it’s physically impossible that it could even do that, yet you could see those images in the reflection of the black TV screen and hear the sounds over your shoulder. There was a group of men riding horseback yelling as they shot at the sky. It looked so surreal. You couldn’t believe what your eyes were witnessing and your hands began to tremble so violently that you dropped the baseball bat to the floor below. 

A flood of text messages came through your phone from Joel, no doubt asking what that clattering noise was or asking if everything is okay. You don’t know for sure. You couldn’t even look away from the TV screen to look at your phone right now. You were too afraid to take your eyes off what you were seeing in the reflection. There was a man lying against a rock around the edge of a campsite, a dark cowboy hat on his head pulled down as he slept peacefully before the next image took over and was replaced by a large oak tree on a hill. 

You eventually gathered enough courage to turn around and take a proper look at the mirror. It’s as if you were looking into a TV, the sight unbelievable as it was only hours ago that you saw your own reflection, not what you’re seeing now. There’s no possible explanation as to how it's possible, and despite how afraid you are, there is also a sense of curiosity to know more as well. You continue to watch and drink in the displayed images, watching them cycle through like a slideshow. 

The first image was of workers hammering giant nails into an unfinished train track, hence the noise you heard earlier of metal clanging against metal. And the next image was a wide shot of a small town and the land surrounding it, a place that looked to be over one hundred years old. You’re almost certain you saw a big wooden sign over a building that said ‘Saloon’. 

But before you could see the next image, your attention was torn towards your front door with Joel pounding his fist against it urgently. “Y/N, open up,” his voice demanded through the wood, “Is everything okay in there, doll? I heard a commotion and I’m worried. C’mon, I need yer to answer me.” 

You could hear that concern in his tone and watched as he twisted the handle with force, damn near ready to break the thing before his knuckles began rapping at the door again much louder now. “I’m coming.” You called out shakily.

Walking towards the door and unlocking it, you stepped back as he pushed his way inside and reached out to hold your arm. “What’s wrong, girl? Did someone break in?” He questioned instantly and pulled you close, almost moving you behind him actually, as if he were shielding you from whatever spooked you inside the house. You looked like you had just seen a ghost, and your state of shock worried the man, so it’s no surprise he’s acting so protective right now.

“No — no one broke in." You managed to utter, then pointed a finger in the living room as you fully stepped behind him now and held onto his bicep. “It’s that mirror. Something’s wrong with it.” He looks at you with furrowed brows, as if he couldn’t believe you were so alarmed over a mirror, but his expression softens when he realizes that you’re being genuinely serious. You looked like a deer in the headlights.  

Joel decides to take a look by peeping his head inside your living room and sees for himself that the source of light and noise isn’t coming from your TV like he expected. He turned back to look at you with a mildly confused expression and reached past you to shut your front door. “I ain’t ever seen a mirror play a movie like that before.” He said with bewilderment, then stepped into the living room with you to investigate. As he takes a closer look though, he now fully understands why you were so alarmed in the first place and asked: “How the fuck is it doing that?”

“How the hell should I know?” You retort, your voice laced with as much concern as his. Moving towards the mirror together cautiously, you stick to the man’s back like glue and remain close as he scans the object with his eyes and searches for answers. 

“I can’t see anything that can explain it,” he mutters cluelessly, “There’s not even a little projector at the top, speakers or a power button to explain how this is possible.” You nod in agreement with him and feel a whole hell of a lot safer that he’s seeing what you are seeing. It was reassuring and validating your reactions that he, too, found it so bizarre and inexplicable. You couldn’t find a rational explanation, and neither could he. 

However, curiosity got the better of Joel as he reached out to touch the mirror. It didn’t feel right and you had a horrible feeling in your gut, but before you could even think about stopping him or voicing your concerns, he was sucked inside with so much force that he yanked you in there with him.

You screamed and yelled while falling into a seemingly endless void of darkness. It was no longer than two seconds really, but it felt like an eternity before finally breaching the other side and landing on tall blade of grass with a soft thump. You were beneath a tree... a large oak tree.

And it was the very same oak tree you had seen earlier. 

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[filmstruck]

The First Lost World: KING SOLOMON’S MINES (‘37) by Greg Ferrara

When H. Rider Haggard published King Solomon’s Mines in 1885, he started an entirely new genre of literature, that of the Lost World. Many tales by many different authors would follow, the most famous probably being Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World or Edgar Rice Burroughs's The Land That Time Forgot. Still, there’s something to being the first that sets you apart. And when the genre becomes big, as the Lost World genre did, it can make the initial outing look a bit creaky, as each successive hit adds something to the mix. And so, I find myself writing up KING SOLOMON’S MINES, the movie from 1937, the first cinematic adaptation of the work. Though many would follow, the first one set the tone for decades of fantastical adventure movies to come.

The first movie adaptation continued another tradition, that of Hollywood drastically changing the work it was adapting to suit the different needs of the cinema. And the different needs of an audience nearly fifty years after the original work had been published. A father/daughter team are introduced in the movie, Patsy O'Brien (Arthur Sinclair) and Kathy (Anna Lee). The two Irish transplants have been trying to get rich mining diamonds in Africa only to come up short. When they run out of money, Kathy convinces a hunter to let them travel with his wagon train. The hunter, it turns out, is Allan Quartermain (Cedric Hardwicke), the most celebrated hunter in all of Africa. He agrees to take them on and becomes fond of their company.

When they come across another wagon in trouble, they stop to help, only to find one man is carrying a map which he claims leads to King Solomon’s mines. He soon dies but his guide, Umbopa (Paul Robeson), is ready to continue the quest. O’Brien steals the map and heads out on his own. Kathy wants to follow, but Quartermain has been hired by two men, Sir Henry Curtis (John Loder) and Commander Good (Roland Young), as a big game hunting guide. When they all meet up, Kathy takes one of their wagons, leading to a pursuit and, eventually, all of them start searching for the mines.

Robert Stevenson, who would become one of Disney’s most successful live action directors, was still early in his career when he helmed this production, but after only five years in the business, his talent was fully formed. The film moves along at a brisk pace and even has some visual flourishes that stand out as among the best of the 1930s. The shots near the end, inside the mines, as the lava flows and erupts, seem incredibly innovative, calling to mind everything from Mount Doom in the LORD OF THE RINGS (’01, ’02, ’03) franchise to the heated fight between Obi-Wan and Anakin over the lava pit in STAR WARS: EPISODE III – THE REVENGE OF THE SITH (’05). There was even a point where I had visions of INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM (’84). And the scene of the group travelling across the desert is strikingly modern in its eerie use of music, signaling unease and disquiet with every new step.

Of course, Stevenson was also under strict studio orders, no doubt, to make sure Paul Robeson got at least two songs during the course of the movie. And indeed, he does, but even those are filmed in a way that integrates the songs into the movies such that they are unobtrusive and genuinely consistent with the story.

The biggest problems with KING SOLOMON’S MINES come with the dated ideas of noble savages and god-like white men. Given that the source material was penned in 1885 and the movie was made in 1937, there is remarkably little that is cringe-inducing in the movie. The character of Umbopa, who it turns out is royalty, is played excellently by Paul Robeson, and is in many ways the true star and protagonist of the story. Which leads to the second problem, Allan Quartermain. He is, ostensibly, the lead but is quite a dull character throughout. Of all the characters in the movie, the lead guide, spends almost the entire affair following others and reacting to their situation after the fact.

Other adventure movies in lost worlds would follow, and certainly some of them were better, but despite the passage of over 130 years since the publication of the novel, the first movie adaptation is still the best one we’ve got. Sometimes you get it right the first time.

[misspeppermint2003]

Characters’ Picrew Portraits 2

After the first part, I have made the second part of "Characters' Picrew Portraits" collection. There are the characters from four of my favourite films and TV shows in different designs and styles with Picrew.

Shaun Riley (Shaun of the Dead), Nicholas Angel (Hot Fuzz) and Gary King (The World's End) from Three Flavours Cornetto film Trilogy

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/100365

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair and Bianca Barclay from Netflix's Wednesday

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769

The Shelby brothers, Arthur Jr., Thomas and Finn from Peaky Blinders

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/137904

Polly Pocket, Lila Draper and Shani Smith from Polly Pocket

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/395214

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hiii, could i have a request for how the gang members would react to meeting a historian or explorer in the wild?? thank you! I love your blogs sm!!

anon ily <3333 i went wayy overboard with these but i regret nothing bc this was soo cute and fun to write. I hope u enjoy and i made it gn for everyone. I only did the VDL boys for this but if enough ppl like it i might do the girls with something similar idk yet?

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch first laid eyes on you when you were hanging off the edge of a cliff after slipping when you got too close to the edge. He immediately ran over to you, helping you off the cliff and getting you settled back on your feet.

He seemed genuinely concerned and agreed to help you safely record the rock carving that was on the side of the cliff face, keeping you from falling.

You were a historian and had been studying these mysterious rock carvings after meeting an equally mysterious man, Francis Sinclair.

You didn’t see much of Dutch Van Der Linde after that until you ran into him again in Saint Denis in the saloon. He remembered who you were instantly and started up a conversation about your work where you chatted away for hours.

You became very close after that and he often accompanied you to Museums and fancy fundraisers that you were invited to.

He’d always get dressed up and complimented your finer outfits which was such a difference to the field gear you’d have on. You’d spend all night chatting away over nice champagne and dancing together before actually engaging with other guests but you didn’t have a care in the world with Dutch in your life.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur finds you standing in the middle of a field, flipping over rocks and staring numbly at what appeared to be a map in your hands.

When he approached you he soon learnt you were a young amateur explorer about to get your big break with a treasure hunt but you couldn’t find the gold bars for the life of you.

Arthur gave you a heart warming smile and held up a gold bar after retrieving it from his satchel having felt a little bad that he’d discovered it not a week before you.

The two of you laughed about it, calling yourself a fool for trying to find it for so long when it was clearly missing— the thought that someone took it clearly never crossed your mind.

Arthur was always a gentleman however and promised to make it up to you. After taking you to dinner and getting to know him better, you spent the next few days camping out and finding a new treasure together.

You travelled through caves and through valleys of flowers to find this treasure. Sometimes it was so beautiful that the two of you just stopped by a stream to let your horses rest and enjoy the scenery.

When you finally found the treasure you gave Arthur a big hug in excitement which caught him by surprised but he happily returned. He let you keep the treasure and wished you luck with more exploring but of course that wasn’t the last time you saw Arthur again.

Charles Smith

Charles meets you one day while you’re out surveying wildlife. You specialised in conservation, wanting to study and protect animal species.

Fresh out of the university from Saint Denis you’d been dying to get out of the confining city and explore the heartlands. That’s where a kind gentleman named Charles Smith had offered to protect you and show you around the herds of bison you’d taken to studying.

You spent days together riding the over the hills and following the herd as they travelled. While you were Charles told you all about his family and the respect and love they have for the beautiful creatures.

It was amazing the array of knowledge Charles knew about bison and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he told you about the characteristics of the bison. You rushed to take notes in your journal, knowing that all that he told you would help you study and protect these animals.

“Do you think it’ll actually do any good? The work you’re doing?”

“One can only hope Mr.Smith but I will do everything in my ability to protect such beautiful creatures.”

Even when you had to return to the city for study you constantly wrote to Charles, staying in touch and keeping him updated with all your work. It was hard to say goodbye to someone you’d grown close to but you made regular visits to each other long after that.

John Marston

You first found John in the saloon after a long day at work, in desperate need of a drink. Being a zoologist you instantly noticed the scars on his face and would’ve guessed a wolf was the animal that caused the damage.

The two of you instantly started up a conversation and shared all kinds of stories. He told you about being up on the mountain while you showed him the scar on your arm from your run in with a cougar.

You were collecting a compendium of all the animals across the heartlands and during the months you worked on it, you ran into John more than once.

He was always curious about your work and you often spent time together in the afternoon sun, showing him the animals you’d found so far.

“What about the stray dogs in town or do you only deal with cougars and wolves?”

“Well they’re animals too aren’t they not?”

Even though you couldn’t see John all the time, he often came along with you to see the wildlife and covered you when you were around particularly dangerous animals and you enjoyed every second you had with him.

Micah Bell

When Micah met you he had absolutely no idea what you were on about. In his mind the whole idea of a palaeontologist is ridiculous and made up, much less the fact that you chose to read books and study in your spare time.

At first he doesn’t do anything but mock your work but after running into you time and time again he finally started to come around.

He grew more and more curious when he saw the drawings in your sketch books of dinosaurs and even more so when he laid eyes on the fossils. But knowing Micah, he’s still incredibly stubborn.

“Ain’t no way that thing is real.”

“One needs an open mind to comprehend what’s prehistoric Mr.Bell. It requires a certain practice.”

Every so often on your work you’d run into Micah who’d be riding around on his horse, just passing by. By now you’d consider him a friend and your face lit up as he pulled a small ammonite fossil from his bag.

It wasn’t really your area of expertise but you could tell he wanted to impress you and seemed almost nervous as you examined the fossil. Nonetheless you could tell it was real and you let him keep the small fossil as a reminder of you until the next time you saw him.

Javier Escuella

Javier meets you when you’re down my the docks, trying to capture the sunlight and noticed him fishing.

Not wanting to disturb him you kept out of his hair until you heard him cheer loudly at a catch he managed to pull in. In your particular interest in animals, you couldn’t help but ask if you could take a photo of the fish he’d caught.

From then on the two of you became friends, often running into each other as you tried to capture landscapes and wildlife.

You’d always spend the day together and you’d show him how to use a camera while he showed you how to fish and play the guitar.

When you spent time apart you’d often write to each other to fill the gap. You’d always send pictures with little writing on the back of them while he sent you poems and songs that he wrote for you, promising to play them for you next time you’d meet.

In your personal journal you have the first picture you ever took of Javier, kept safe between the pages. He’s standing along the docks, facing the away from the water as he holds up a large sturgeon and a large smile.

You and Javier always stay in touch and after he told you of his chaotic and dangerous time in guarma he made light of it by telling you about all the different wildlife he saw while he was there.

Bill Williamson

Bill stumbles upon you in the wild by accident. He’s out scouting a lead when he ended up getting lost through the shrubbery and found you examining flowers closely.

When you told him you were a botanist he looked as if you’d just spoken a different language to him because he didn’t have a clue as to what that meant. Bill always made you laugh fondly at the confused look when you told him all the scientific names of flowers.

In Bill’s mind, a flower was a flower. There was purple flowers and blue flowers and even red ones but they didn’t have their own names.

The next time Bill ran into you he brought you what he thought was a bouquet of white flowers. Instead they were actually a species of weed that was poisonous when eaten but it didn’t stop you from smiling and hugging him which was the intended purpose.

In light of that incident Bill was actually curious about some plants, trying to learn about them more. When Bill went exploring with you he pointed out some of his favourites and you picked a few to put them in the brim of his hat for him to take him back to camp.

When you run into him again Bill tries to give you another flower, this time actually understanding the plant he’d picked was a Vanilla Flower Orchid or the Vanilla planifolia but he never learnt how to pronounce it unlike you.

With a high blush Bill placed the flower behind your ear and you pulled him into a hug, being careful not to crush the beautiful flower.

[whichstoodonrockyshores]

Arthur for the ask game?

Sexuality Headcanon:

Bisexual, with a slight lean towards men. He would never admit that to himself, however. Arthur is somewhat open about his sexuality with the Gang, but he avoids discussing it.

Gender Headcanon:

Cis Man

A ship I have with said character:

To be clear, this is going to be long. I ship Arthur with quite a few people.

Morbell. Refer to Micah’s answers.

Charthur. Refer to Charles’ answers.

Arthur/Charles/Sadie. Refer to Charles’ answers (again).

Arthur/Mary Linton. I know that the two of them would never work out, but I think they’re adorable. Especially when they meet up again in Saint Denis, it makes me both happy and sad that’s the last time Mary sees Arthur alive.

Arthur/Albert Mason. I adore the Arcadia for Amateurs missions, and seeing Arthur enjoying himself with Albert is always a good touch. I always enjoy seeing Arthur’s picture in the gallery when I visit it.

Arthur/Charlotte Balfour. Arthur recovers from tuberculosis and everything is fine. Canon isn’t real. That is this ship to me, the “better ending” AU.

Arthur/Charles Châtenay. French Charles is one of the few people to make Arthur laugh, through sheer ridiculousness no less, and they always have a good time together. Arthur and Châtenay run away to Tahiti the South Pacific together.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Arthur & John. There is nothing better for me, their friendship makes me so happy. Despite how much they get on each other’s nerves, Arthur and John are brothers for life. John thinks of Arthur often after his passing, and tries to remember the good times before the Gang fell apart and Arthur was sick.

Arthur & Hamish Sinclair. Red Dead Redemption II is a father figure collection game, and Hamish is definitely my favorite of them all. With everything happening with Dutch and Hosea’s passing, I think Arthur needed someone like Hamish.

A NOTP I have with said character:

Vandermorgan is a hard no from me. Dutch is particularly manipulative of Arthur and I just can’t imagine their relationship ever being nice, romantic or otherwise.

A random headcanon:

Arthur is a very quick learner, and can pick up on things easily. It only took about a month for Dutch and Hosea to teach him to read, and only a few more after that to write in full sentences. This is partially canon, too, because after Charles taught him, it didn’t take him long to use a bow effectively. This doesn’t mean he’s good at everything, however, because he’s fairly bad at fishing.

General Opinion over said character:

Despite Arthur being a bad man, and me knowing that, I still loved him from the moment I saw him on screen. I never stopped enjoying his character and growing with him through the story of RDR2. I just don’t think this series would be the same without Arthur Morgan, and I do think he achieved his redemption in the end.

[tiredcowpoke]

TITLE: Regarding the Sinclairs [3] PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader REQUEST: Unprompted. BLURB: You had always assumed the stories of time travel in your family were just that. Stories. At worst, maybe an inside joke. However, your world starts to shift when your grandfather leaves his home to you in his will. The old Sinclair house, one that has been passed down for generations. Taking up the task of moving into and upgrading the home, a man dressed like he just stepped out of a western arrives, unconscious, on your porch with a letter in his hand. WARNINGS: None for this chapter. NOTE: I apologize for the wait! I’m posting this chapter and the most recent is queued to post later this week.

Arthur was withdrawn the next afternoon–which you figured you should have expected.

You could only imagine the confusion he was experiencing, as much as you tried to explain what you could to him when you found him playing with the main hall’s light switch when you came back downstairs. You weren’t much of a historian, not from the period he was from anyway. Though, you could make an educated guess that he had no idea how most modern technologies worked.

Considering you not exactly knowing the details of how they worked either, it made you realize just how common a lot of them were. There was also the issue of trying to explain things in a way that didn’t belittle his intelligence or talk to him like a kid. Still, explaining things like how you didn’t have an outhouse and how the toilet works, along with the sink and shower, was just odd. Still, Arthur was a little more curious than you had expected, and a fast learner.

Still, it was a bit of a process. You wondered if you could get culture shock from a country you never left, but traveling this far ahead in time probably left him with the same experience.

So, his growing quietness in the evening made sense. You were trying to make something you both could eat from what little food you moved in with. Toast and eggs, which wasn’t amazing but it was something at least. Though, Arthur’s voice from behind you pulled you from your thoughts.

“I’m dead, ain’t I?”

You cast him a glance over your shoulder, meeting his gaze for a few moments before you returned to making sure the eggs didn’t burn. The answer was a simple one: yes. Yet, you didn’t want to say it too bluntly. Arthur seemed pretty collected so far, but there was only so much a person could take. You probably would have been freaking out if you were in his situation.

Still, you let out a sigh as you reached out to burn off the burner.

“Well, you have a grave,” you replied, “It’s actually part of a larger historical site, but…well, it’s just a headache waiting to happen trying to figure out if there’s a body under there if you’re sitting here.”

“I ain’t gonna pretend to make sense of that,” he muttered, “...So, you seen it?”

“When I was thirteen,” you replied as you pulled some plates from the cupboard, “I had a history teacher take us there as part of our schooling.”

“What kinda school takes kids to see a grave?”

“The gang you ran with is actually pretty well known among old west scholars,” you said around a small chuckle, “Some of them, at least. Your journal is actually a commonly cited source. I guess my teacher figured it would be worthwhile to see.”

He didn’t reply to that as you put the food onto two plates and brought them to the table. You couldn’t read Arthur’s expression much as you passed him a plate, not too sure what he made of all of that. It was a lot of information to process–if you were still trying to wrap your head around him being here, you had no doubt it was ten times worse for him.

“I’m actually pretty sure there are some of Jack Marston’s books here somewhere, if you want to read those,” you continued as you sat down.

“Little Jack?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” you replied with a soft nod, “He wrote about the final years of his dad’s life. Outside of your journal, I’ve seen those books mentioned a lot too.”

Arthur fell silent at that, too. You could see an almost far-off look in his eyes, a stab of sympathy hitting your gut. You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, his gaze turning to meet yours.

“Eat. You’ve taken in a lot of information today, you don’t need to sort through all of that right now.”

You really didn’t know how to handle Arthur in this situation–especially with the fact that you were still trying to come to terms with it yourself. Still, he seemed to take your suggestion as he started to pick at what was on his plate. As mentioned, the meal wasn’t much at the moment but you were a little hungrier than you thought you were.

“You think it’d be wise to go see it?” Arthur asked after a moment, the question taking you a little off guard.

You stared at him for a moment before you turned it over in your head. There was the fact that if Arthur’s actual body was still buried under that grave and he was currently sitting in your kitchen, you didn’t know if that would change anything about that site. Yet, outside of him appearing here, nothing really did change. It was a little too mind-boggling to sort through. However, there was also the mental toll. You didn’t know how you would feel upon seeing your own grave, but…

“You want to see it?”

Arthur let your question sit for a few moments, seeming to debate that within himself. “Guess…well, might help me see the full picture here.”

“I’ll be willing to take a day or two drive up there with you, but only if you’re certain. I can’t make any promises on what will happen.”

“Thought you had the answers to everythin’,” he muttered sarcastically as you let out a huff in return.

“Well, I don’t. I really don’t.”

“I guess I do want to see it,” Arthur continued around a sigh, “I never really…got to see how things played out.”

“I can’t imagine seeing my own grave. I figured it might be the same feeling for you, but if you think it’ll be worthwhile, I’ll take you up to the site.”

You still weren’t sure what your role was in all of this. Francis had written that he saw a ‘favorable outcome’ with Arthur in your care, but you didn’t know if it was someone who got him on his feet and he took off eventually to do his own thing or if this was supposed to be some long-term situation. Still, you didn’t want to hinder the process unless you felt it was absolutely warranted.

“Just…give me a couple days,” you continued, picking up your now empty plate, “I’m still trying to adjust to all of this too.”

                                                             ***

Honestly, you had completely forgotten your parents were coming up to see you.

Between helping Arthur adjust to the time period, you keeping an eye on when your online courses were supposed to start, and planning this little road trip, the stress in you wasn’t hard to miss. For the most part, nothing really needed to be done urgently. Your mother had texted that she was bringing you some extra food along with some money to help you out. Yet, you still hadn’t told them about Arthur.

You honestly had no idea how to even start the conversation. ‘Hey, you remember my great, great, great uncle Francis? Yeah, he dropped Arthur Morgan on my doorstep. I’ve been trying to help him settle into the modern world, it’s a big change from the late nineteenth century.’  

It wasn’t a conversation you were going to have. Not yet, anyway.

“You were an outlaw, right? You any good at coming up with aliases?”

Arthur glanced at you over his shoulder as you quickly walked down the stairs onto the main floor, furrowing his eyebrows somewhat.

“I guess. Why? Your parents gonna turn me in?”

“No, but my dad’s interested in old west stuff. Your name might cause some recognition and I don’t know if we want to deal with that right now.”

“Dutch used to have a universal one that I used a couple times. Tacitus Kilgore.”

“I’ve seen that alias referred to when talking about Dutch, it might not be the best idea. You have any others? Plus, you will get looks with a name like that.”

“If ya care so damn much, guess there’s also Arthur Callahan.”

“It’s…still odd, but that works.”

“Why’re you so worked up?” Arthur asked, making you let out a soft huff.

“I don’t know, maybe because I have a long-dead outlaw in my living room who was part of a rather infamous gang. I’m just…a little stressed. The alias helps, I can deal with the rest.”

You didn’t mean to get snippy with him, but at the moment you could only feel a tight ball of stress sitting in your gut. Regardless, Arthur seemed to be cooperative for the most part as you continued to unpack–it would reduce your parent’s stay into just a visit, but with how things had played out recently you figured that was a good thing. For the most part, upstairs was pretty good to go. There was a spare bedroom that you figured you would give to Arthur the next day so he didn’t have to continue to sleep on the couch.

At least, that was the least you could do. You didn’t want to make the assumption that he’d be staying indefinitely, but with what you knew, you couldn’t find it in yourself to just send him off after a couple days.

It was around evening when the familiar car pulled up to the driveway, Arthur not exactly looking impressed with the added company, but you had caught his curiosity about the cars. Though he kept the questions to himself for now, it seemed. You had convinced him to change into a shirt and jeans, something he already had. You figured it looked ‘modern’ enough for the town that he wouldn’t raise any questions from your family.

Though, of course, the surprise upon your mother’s features when she saw him was expected.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had company so soon.”

“Nice to meet you, m’am,” Arthur greeted as your mother gave him a friendly smile and nod, though the question in her gaze when she looked at you was hard to miss.

“Yeah, this is Arthur. We’re doing a roommate sort of situation,” you explained, hoping the little story you made up would be enough, “I figure it’d help with some bills and he’s been a great help with unpacking.”

“Well, as long as that’s what you want…” your mother said under her breath as you took some bags of food from her, casting a glance at Arthur and your father over your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you replied.

It wasn’t like you had much choice in the matter, anyway. You still weren’t sure if you should be angry at Francis or impressed he had managed to do all of this with no indication that he was. Still, you tried not to show too much stress in your actions as you helped your mother put some of the food away.

Still, your father, ever the host, had roped Arthur into helping him set up that fire pit in the backyard he had always talked about. You caught Arthur’s gaze with an apologetic smile before returning to your task.

As much as the situation seemed to be settling, you couldn’t help but feel you had a couple long days ahead of you.

[the-lancasters]

INN News Reporting Live from Windenburg Abbey

Royal Wedding Part 4

Read from the beginning of the Royal Wedding here

Previous | Beginning | Next

Transcript under the cut

Now we are beginning to see some Royal guests arrive at the Abbey, first up is the Dowager Duchess of Kent, Princess Amelia who is being escorted by her son and daughter in law, Prince Arthur and Lady Margaret, the current Duke and Duchess of Kent. Princess Amelia is the only daughter of King Edward I and Queen Alice, the current King’s grandparents.

Our first Foreign Royalty has arrived in the form of the King Wilhelm and Queen Annelies of the Netherlands, looking regal in blue. Both have visited Illyria many times, as the countries have close trade bonds.

Our next guest is King Louis XII of France and his wife Illyrias own favourite daughter Queen Mary. Queen Mary is King Georges’ beloved older sister. She frequently visits Illyria and her mother Queen Charlotte visits France just as frequently since her husband King Edward II died. The King and Queen have brought their eldest child and heir Prince Louis with them along with his wife Princess Alexandrine. Interesting fact, Prince Louis is the eldest of five siblings

The first of the bride’s family has just arrived in the form of Lord Richard Crawley looking smart in white tie as he walk up the steps. Lord Richard is the brother of Lady Victoria and is making his way into the abbey alone as his wife and two children, Robert and Adeline are all in Lady Victoria’s bridal party.

And last but certainly not least, is the King and Queen, accompanied by Queen Charlotte, the Queen Mother. It is certainly a proud day for the King as his eldest son and heir marries and continues the Lancaster Dynasty. I’m sure the King knows a little of what Crown Prince Charles must be feeling today as he arrived at this very Abbey 31 years ago to marry Lady Elizabeth Lyons. Queen Elizabeth is look resplendent today, in a deep purple gown that sets off the Magnificent Lancaster Emerald Parure. The Lancaster’s are known for their excellent collection of emerald jewellery pieces. Queen Charlotte, the Queen Mother is wearing a lovely blue gown with a honeycomb tiara and the large pearl Richmond earrings.

This now completes the guest arrival, and now we wait on the Groom and Bride to arrive to get this show on the road.

Large cheers from the crowd with the arrival of Crown Prince Charles's motorcade to Windenburg Abbey

The Crown Prince is wearing the uniform of the Illryian Guards, a unit of the Army of which he is an Honorary Colonel. He was granted this post by the King last year, as part of him ramping up his role in the Royal Family. Following him is his brother Prince Robert and good friend, Lord Arthur Harrington, Duke of Sutherland. They are both wear the uniform of a Commander in the Navy. Prince Robert has been actively serving in the Navy since he completed his studies at Rutherford Academy. It is understood from royal sources that the Prince and Lord Arthur, while holding the same rank, don’t serve on the same ship.  

Anticipation is reaching fever pitch as the bride and bridal party are the only ones left to arrive. Lady Victoria spent her last night as a single woman at Norrington Palace in Windenburg, alongside her bridal party. For those living under a rock, her bridal party today consists of her soon-to be sister-in-law, Princess Margaret, current sister-in-law, Lady Eloise Crawley, and best friend from school, Miss Alexandra Sinclair.

Cars have started lining up at the exit to Norrington Palace, seemingly waiting for the bridal party to depart.There! We see a flash of white and people moving around!Cars are starting and here we go! Our first glimpse of Lady Victoria. From what we can see she has a large veil on and an off-the shoulder lace gown. We see the bridesmaids are also in white......

[slasherkisss]

Slasher List 2.0 [mobile]

Mobile-friendly list of slashers and non-slasher characters that I write for. If you don’t see a slasher on this list that you want to be written for, DM me or send me an ask to see if I write for them! Sometimes I just forget. 

MOVIES

Jason Voorhees [Friday the 13th]

Freddy Kreuger [Nightmare on Elm Street]

Michael Myers [Halloween]

Bubba Sawyer 

Thomas Hewitt [Texas Chainsaw Massacre]

Chop Top [Texas Chainsaw Massacre]

The Candyman [Candyman]

The Other [Hellfest]

Asa Emory/The Collector [The Collector/The Collection]

Pennywise [IT]

John Kramer [Saw]

Brahms Heelshire [The Boy]

Hannibal Lecter [Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal Original Movies]

Will Graham + Hannibal Lecter [Hannibal TV Series]

Norman Bates [Psycho]

Pinhead [Hellraiser]

Jack Torrance [The Shining]

Harry Warden [My Bloody Valentine]

Patrick Bateman [American Psycho]

Vincent Sinclair + Bo Sinclair+ Lester Sinclair [House of Wax]

Nathan Wallace + Graverobber [Repo! The Genetic Opera]

Amber + Luigi + Pavi Largo [Repo! The Genetic Opera]

Charles Lee Ray [Childs Play]

Sweeney Todd [Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street]

Ransom Drysdale [Knives Out]

Ignatius Perrish [Horns]

Rosemary Woodhouse [Rosemary’s Baby 1968]

Billy Lenz [Black Christmas 1974]

Chromeskull/ Jesse Cromeans [Laid to Rest/Laid to Rest 2]

Art The Clown [Terrifier]

John [He’s Out There]

Michael King [The Possession of Michael King]

Dani [Midsommar]

Daniel + Lucas [Daniel Isn’t Real]

Leslie Vernon [Behind The Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon]

John [He’s Out There]

The Lost Boys [The Lost Boys] 

MONSTERS

Xenomorph [Alien Series]

Yautja/Predator [Predator Series]

The Babadook [Babadook]

The Look-See [CRYPT TV]

Venom [Venom Movie/Comics]

Midnight Man [Midnight Man]

Keyface [Insidious 4]

Lipstick Face [Insidious]

Dren [Splice]

VIDEO GAMES

ALL DEAD BY DAYLIGHT SLASHERS [Go Here for Full List]

Chris Walker [Outlast]

Eddie Gluskin [Outlast]

The Walrider [Outlast]

Lucas Baker [RE:7]

Joe Baker [RE:7]

Sal Fisher/Sally Face [Sallyface]

Ruvik [The Evil Within]

The Keeper [Evil Within]

NON SLASHERS

Arthur Fleck /Joker [Joker 2019]

Arkin [The Collector/The Collection]

Ash Williams [Evil Dead]

Daryl Dixon [TWD]

Negan [TWD]

Rick Grimes [TWD]

Shane Walsh [TWD]

Beta [TWD]

Merle Dixon [TWD]

Glenn Rhee [TWD]

Michonne [TWD]

Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher]

Yennefer of Venderberg [The Witcher]

Jaskier [The Witcher] 

ORIGINAL CHARACTER(s)

Emry Desteele

Oliver Partridge

Oleander Saintpreux 

[literarypilgrim]

Read Like a Gilmore

All 339 Books Referenced In “Gilmore Girls” 

Not my original list, but thought it’d be fun to go through and see which one’s I’ve actually read :P If it’s in bold, I’ve got it, and if it’s struck through, I’ve read it. I’ve put a ‘read more’ because it ended up being an insanely long post, and I’m now very sad at how many of these I haven’t read. (I’ve spaced them into groups of ten to make it easier to read)

1. 1984 by George Orwell  2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 3. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 4. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon 5. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser 6. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt 7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy 8. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank 9. The Archidamian War by Donald Kagan 10. The Art of Fiction by Henry James 

11. The Art of War by Sun Tzu 12. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner 13. Atonement by Ian McEwan 14. Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy 15. The Awakening by Kate Chopin 16. Babe by Dick King-Smith 17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi 18. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie 19. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett 20. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath 21. Beloved by Toni Morrison 22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney 23. The Bhagava Gita 24. The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy 25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel 26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy 27. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 28. Brick Lane by Monica Ali 29. Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner 30. Candide by Voltaire 31. The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer 32. Carrie by Stephen King 33. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 34. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger 35. Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White 36. The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman 37. Christine by Stephen King 38. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens 39. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess 40. The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse    41. The Collected Stories by Eudora Welty 42. A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare 43. Complete Novels by Dawn Powell 44. The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton 45. Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker 46. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole 47. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas 48. Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac 49. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky 50. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber    51. The Crucible by Arthur Miller 52. Cujo by Stephen King 53. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon 54. Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende 55. David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D 56. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens 57. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown 58. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol 59. Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 60. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller 61. Deenie by Judy Blume 62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson 63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx 64. The Divine Comedy by Dante 65. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells 66. Don Quixote by Cervantes 67. Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv 68. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson 69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe 70. Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook 71. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe 72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn  73. Eloise by Kay Thompson 74. Emily the Strange by Roger Reger 75. Emma by Jane Austen 76. Empire Falls by Richard Russo 77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol 78. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton 79. Ethics by Spinoza 80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna by Isabel Allende 82. Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer 83. Extravagance by Gary Krist 84. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 85. Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore 86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan 87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser 88. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson 89. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien 90. Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein 91. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom 92. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce 93. Fletch by Gregory McDonald 94. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 95. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem 96. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand 97. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley 98. Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger 99. Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers 100. Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut 101. Gender Trouble by Judith Butler 102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg 103. Gidget by Fredrick Kohner 104. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen 105. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels 106. The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo 107. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy  108. Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky  109. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell  110. The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford 

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom 112. The Graduate by Charles Webb 113. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 114. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 115. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens 116. The Group by Mary McCarthy 117. Hamlet by William Shakespeare 118. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling 119. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling 120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers    121. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad 122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry 123. Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare 124. Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare 125. Henry V by William Shakespeare 126. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby 127. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon 128. Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris 129. The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton 130. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III    131. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende 132. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer 133. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss  134. How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland  135. Howl by Allen Ginsberg  136. The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo  137. The Iliad by Homer 138. I’m With the Band by Pamela des Barres  139. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote  140. Inferno by Dante 

141. Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee 142. Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy 143. It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton 144. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte 145. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan 146. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare 147. The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain 148. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair 149. Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito 150. The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander 151. Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain 152. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 153. Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence 154. The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal 155. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 156. The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield 157. Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis 158. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke 159. Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken  160. Life of Pi by Yann Martel 

161. Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens 162. The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway 163. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen 164. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 165. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton 166. Lord of the Flies by William Golding 167. The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson 168. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold 169. The Love Story by Erich Segal 170. Macbeth by William Shakespeare 171. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert 172. The Manticore by Robertson Davies 173. Marathon Man by William Goldman 174. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov 175. Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir 176. Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman 177. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris 178. The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer 179. Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken 180. The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare 181. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka 182. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides 183. The Miracle Worker by William Gibson 184. Moby Dick by Herman Melville 185. The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin  186. Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor  187. A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman  188. Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret  189. A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars 190. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway 

191. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 192. Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall 193. My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh 194. My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken 195. My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest 196. Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo 197. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult 198. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer 199. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco 200. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri 201. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin 202. Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen 203. New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson 204. The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay 205. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich 206. Night by Elie Wiesel 207. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen 208. The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan 209. Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell 210. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

211. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (will NEVER read again) 212. Old School by Tobias Wolff 213. On the Road by Jack Kerouac 214. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey 215. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 216. The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan 217. Oracle Night by Paul Auster 218. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood 219. Othello by Shakespeare 220. Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens 221. The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan 222. Out of Africa by Isac Dineson 223. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton 224. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster 225. The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan 226. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky 227. Peyton Place by Grace Metalious 228. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 229. Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington 230. Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi 231. Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain 232. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby 233. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker 234. The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche 235. The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind 236. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 237. Property by Valerie Martin 238. Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon  239. Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw  240. Quattrocento by James Mckean 

241. A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall 242. Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers 243. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe 244. The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham 245. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi 246. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 247. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin 248. The Red Tent by Anita Diamant 249. Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman 250. The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien 251. R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton 252. Rita Hayworth by Stephen King 253. Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert 254. Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton 255. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare 256. A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf 257. A Room with a View by E. M. Forster 258. Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin 259. The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition 260. Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi 261. Sanctuary by William Faulkner 262. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford 263. Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James 264. The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum 265. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne  266. Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand  267. The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir  268. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd  269. Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman  270. Selected Hotels of Europe 

271. Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell 272. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen 273. A Separate Peace by John Knowles 274. Several Biographies of Winston Churchill 275. Sexus by Henry Miller 276. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon 277. Shane by Jack Shaefer 278. The Shining by Stephen King 279. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse 280. S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton 281. Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut 282. Small Island by Andrea Levy 283. Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway 284. Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers 285. Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore 286. The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht 287. Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos 288. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker 289. Songbook by Nick Hornby 290. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare 291. Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 292. Sophie’s Choice by William Styron  293. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner  294. Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov 295. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach  296. The Story of My Life by Helen Keller  297. A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams  298. Stuart Little by E. B. White  299. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway  300. Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust 

301. Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett 302. Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber 303. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 304. Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald 305. Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry 306. Time and Again by Jack Finney 307. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger 308. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway 309. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 310. The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare    311. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith 312. The Trial by Franz Kafka 313. The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson 314. Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett 315. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom 316. Ulysses by James Joyce 317. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath 318. Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe 319. Unless by Carol Shields  320. Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann 

321. The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers 322. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray 323. Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard 324. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides 325. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett 326. Walden by Henry David Thoreau 327. Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten 328. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy 329. We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker 330. What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles 331. What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell 332. When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka 333. Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson 334. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee 335. Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire 336. The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum 337. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 338. The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings 339. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion