#lisa castell

[anchovypasting]

it's my ace attorney oc's birthday and i made a diorama because she deserves the best!!!

(redhead and blonde boy are ocs belonging to @acecharmander and auradiae on ig!!)

[sapphicreadsdb]

Hi do you by chance have any sapphic fantasy recs? preferably adult fantasy but YA is fine too

sure! tho this could will get quite long... no links, sorry!, bc it was kicking up a fuss with those for some reason

+ = ya

pennyblade by j.l. worrad

lady hotspur by tessa gratton

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley (+)

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan

the scapegracers by h.a. clarke (+)

the third daughter by adrienne tooley (+)

the daughters of izdihar by hadeer elsbai

the malevolent seven by sebastien de castell

blackheart knights by laure eve

the warden by daniel m. ford

the unbroken by c.l. clark

dark earth by rebecca stott

witch king by martha wells

scorpica by g.r. macallister

the mirror empire by kameron hurley

now she is witch by kirsty logan

silverglass by j.f. rivkin

the woman who loved the moon and other stories by elizabeth a. lynn

...(this answer is how i discover there's a character limit per block so. doing this in chunks.)

fire logic by laurie j. marks

a restless truth by freya marske

when angels left the old country by sacha lamb (+)

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

an archive of brightness by kelsey socha

the bladed faith by david dalglish

the winged histories by sofia samatar

dragonoak by sam farren

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

daughter of redwinter by ed mcdonald

the last magician by lisa maxwell (+)

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

...

the black coast by mike brooks

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the enterprise of death by jesse bullington

mamo by sas milledge (+)

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos (+)

uncommon charm by emily bergslien & kat weaver

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the unspoken name by a.k. larkwood

brother red by adrian selby

the final strife by saara el-arifi

way of the argosi by sebastien de castell (+)

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

ghost wood song by erica waters (+)

into the crooked place by alexandra christo (+)

ashes of the sun by django wexler

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska (+)

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski (+)

the never tilting world by rin chupeco (+)

water horse by melissa scott

...

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis (+)

among thieves by m.j. kuhn

black water sister by zen cho

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley (+)

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (+)

the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth (+)

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

the councillor by e.j. beaton

these feathered flames by alexandra overy (+)

the factory witches of lowell by c.s. malerich

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

...

city of lies by sam hawke

bestiary by k-ming chang

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the winter duke by claire eliza bartlett (+)

master of poisons by andrea hairston

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

down comes the night by allison saft (+)

wench by maxine kaplan (+)

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (+)

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan (+)

the impossible contract by k.a. doore

burning roses by s.l. huang

the house of shattered wings by aliette de bodard

not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma

weak heart by ban gilmartin

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (+)

the devil's blade by mark alder

...

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia (+)

the true queen by zen cho

moontangled by stephanie burgis

a portable shelter by kirsty logan

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

all the bad apples by moira fowley doyle (+)

the drowning eyes by emily foster

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

miranda in milan by katharine duckett

the afterward by e.k. johnston (+)

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

in the vanishers' palace by aliette de bodard

summer of salt by katrina leno (+)

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

out of the blue by sophie cameron (+)

black wolves by kate elliott

the circle by sara b. elfgren & mats strandberg (+)

unspoken by sarah rees brennan (+)

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott

passing strange by ellen klages

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[jeannyanswers]

Hello :)

I would love to see an example of a school playlist! (Doesn’t have to be lofi)

Hey there Anon!

So in this post I talked about ways to romanticize school and one of them is to create different playlists for different vibes. I’m just going to give you a few songs per playlists so that this post doesn’t become too long, but I hope you’ll enjoy them ♥️

Getting ready in the morning (still trying to wake yourself up)

Suddenly I See ~ KT Tunstall

Someone New ~ Kakkmaddafakka

Feather ~ Sabrina Carpenter

love is embarrassing ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Ein bisschen mehr Liebe ~ RAUM27

Umazane Misli ~ Joker Out

Lunchtime ~ Spacey Jane

Daylight ~ Harry Styles

Juice ~ Blæst

SUPERMODEL ~ Måneskin

Oft gesagt ~ RAUM27

3005 ~ Childish Gambino

Dice ~ Leoniden

Restless ~ Kakkmaddafakka

Walking/driving to school (main character vibes)

Brazil ~ Declan McKenna

Bad Moon Rising ~ Creedence Clearwater Revival

I Walk This Earth All By Myself ~ EKKSTACY

Retro (Rough) ~ Childish Gambino

End of Beginning ~ Djo

Think About Things ~ Daði Freyr

Plattenbaum ~ RAUM27

Morirò da re ~ Måneskin

pretty isn’t pretty ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Crazy Little Thing Called Love ~ Queen

Obvious Guy ~ Alfie Templeman

betty ~ Taylor Swift

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ~ FINNEAS

For Elise ~ Saint Motel

Day ‘n’ Nite ~ Kid Cudi

Studying during your free period (mysteriously sitting in a corner)

Killer Queen ~ Queen

I Want To Hold Your Hand ~ The Beatles

Fortunate Son ~ Creedence Clearwater Revival

Shattered Dreams ~ Johnny Hates Jazz

I Wanna Be Sedated ~ Rockaway Bitch

Sympathy For The Devil ~ The Rolling Stones

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ~ Queen

Harness you Hopes (B-side) ~ Pavement

The Joker ~ Steve Miller Band

She Drives Me Crazy ~ Fine Young Cannibals

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper ~ Blue Öyster Cult

Walk This Way ~ Aerosmith

Another One Bites The Dust ~ Queen

Go Your Own Way ~ Fleetwood Mac

You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet ~ Bachman-Turner Overdrive

Glass Onion ~ The Beatles

Coming home after school (letting out the frustration)

Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

KOOL KIDS ~ Måneskin

Bad Reputation ~ Joan Jett

Celebrity Skin ~ Hole

Vermiss dich ~ RAUM27

Just a Girl ~ No Doubt

Dark Side ~ Blind Channel

Funeral ~ Leoniden

LA FINE ~ Måneskin

All American Bitch ~ Olivia Rodrigo

For a dark academia vibe

Waltz No.2 ~ Cihat Askin

Time Will Come ~ Tol-Puddle Martyrs

Dance of the Knights ~ Sergei Prokofjew

Lacrimosa ~ (performed by) Vienna Mozart Orchestra

Danse Macabre, Op. 40 ~ Camille Saint-Saëns

Honestly anything by Aija Alsiņa she’s amazing

Or anything by Igor Levit, he’s great too

Calming down in the evening

Booster Seat ~ Spacey Jane

Kill Bill ~ SZA

Twilight Time ~ The Platters

War With Heaven ~ keshi

Bring It On Home To Me ~ Elvin Bishop

Galapagos ~ Kakkmaddafakka

0471 ~ RAUM27

Glitch ~ Taylor Swift

lacy ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Little Sad Eyes ~ The Castells

My favourite Albums to study too

SOUR ~ Olivia Rodrigo

emails i can’t send ~ Sabrina Carpenter

Because the Internet ~ Childish Gambino

Kauai ~ Childish Gambino

Bridge Over Troubled Water ~ Simon & Garfunkel

Hozier ~ Hozier

Stick Season (Forever) ~ Noah Kahan

folklore ~ Taylor Swift

evermore ~ Taylor Swift

Harry’s House ~ Harry Styles

To Feel Something At All ~ KYTES

Happiness in Liquid Form - EP ~ Alfie Templeman

Anfangen Anzufangen ~ RAUM27

AM ~ Arctic Monkeys

Rumours ~ Fleetwood Mac

[intotheclash]

Mia cara fica lucciola lanterna cicala stella nuvola sogno papavero orzata fica ti scrivo dalla garbatella dove passeggiavo con una maglietta gialla e il cielo era pieno di rondini. Ma era verso sera e all’epoca della prospettiva Nevskji. Mia adorata sono stanco e ho bisogno dei tuoi capelli e delle canzoni dell’estate 1979 e di una campagna acquisti che mi ridia speranze di coppa Uefa. Com’era atroce l’inverno sull’orlo della serie B! Mia cara fica non credo a niente i prezzi del pane e del latte sono troppo alti e il campo di bocce del forlanini è pieno di immondizia e i giardini di piazza S.Eurosia pieni di vetri rotti e cacche di volpini E tutti quegli stronzi in giro e lisa gastoni che m’ignora e la rivoluzione che bestemmia sulla pista assolata del rock and roll. ti amo. e se tu non me la darai mi ucciderò con una overdose. I can get no satisfaction e sono io nel merdoso cimitero degli specchi a vegliare la fica in equilibrio tra le stronzate io tra gli stanchi bagnanti notturni che recitano michelangelo e le pompinare americane che mordono i gondolieri e l’1 a 0 di trevor francis al bar della fenice e gli angeli e questo angolo di piscio dove m’inculo il mondo. Mia cara fica spero d’incontrarti sulla spiaggia di castel porziano. io ti incontrerò perché tu emani luce ultrarealistica e tu mi riconoscerai perché indosserò profonde occhiaie e una collanina azzurra. Fuggiremo lontano dal vietnam verso la divina pietralata. verso la tuscolana pazza e disperata.

Victor Cavallo - Incontro a Castel Porziano

[byneddiedingo]

Bruno Ganz and Dennis Hopper in The American Friend (Wim Wenders, 1977) Cast: Dennis Hopper, Bruno Ganz, Lisa Kreuzer, Gérard Blain, Nicholas Ray, Samuel Fuller, Peter Lilienthal, Daniel Schmidt, Lou Castel. Screenplay: Wim Wenders, based on a novel by Patricia Highsmith. Cinematography: Robby Müller. Film editing: Peter Przygodda. Music: Jürgen Knieper. With Point Blank (John Boorman, 1967) and The Long Goodbye (Robert Altman, 1973), The American Friend forms a subgenre that might be called “stoner noir.” Actually, the plot and milieu of The American Friend, loosely adapted from Patricia Highsmith's Ripley's Game, is material more for a thriller than for film noir's brooding exploration of the lower depths of criminality. Here we are in what might be called the upper depths: art fraud and murder for hire. But mostly The American Friend is an exercise in watching the phenomenon that was Dennis Hopper, who came to the set fresh from the horror, the horror of working on Apocalypse Now (Francis Ford Coppola, 1979). It is, as most of Hopper's performances were, an exercise in self-destruction. And perfectly cast against him, in one of his earliest important film roles, is Bruno Ganz, struggling to keep his head. Ganz and Hopper eventually came to blows off-set, and then spent a night drinking their way into a fast friendship and an entertaining tandem performance. There is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it character to the film's set-up exposition about why mild-mannered picture framer Jonathan Zimmermann (Ganz) gets caught up in the manipulations of Tom Ripley (Hopper) and Raul Minot (Gérard Blain), but it doesn't matter much. Zimmermann's first job for Minot is beautifully staged, with just enough eccentric touches -- Zimmermann colliding with a dumpster and a stranger (Jean Eustache, one of the director cronies Wenders cast in his film) offering him a Band-Aid -- to make it more than routine thriller stalking. And the sequence on the train is a classic of cutting between on-location and studio set filming, culminating in Zimmerman's exhilarated scream from the view port on the engine. To my taste, The American Friend is a little too loosey-goosey in exposition and a little too self-indulgent in its director cameos, making it catnip for cinéastes but maybe not solid enough for mainstream viewers. The thriller bones show through, making me want to see the material done a little more slickly and conventionally. But as personal filmmaking goes, it's fascinating.

[equestrianempire]

Sunshine Tour: Carolina Villanueva Suárez and ‘Voice De Chenaie’ winners of the Medium Tour 1.40

This pair had a storming win in the biggest classheld today

Vejer, 10th March,  2024.  The young Spanish rider, Carolina Villanueva Suárez had a very fast win in theMedium Tour 1.40, which was our biggest class of yesterday, when rain really did stop play across the board.  Despite the inclement weather, Carolina rode a greatround on her 15yr old, ‘Voice de Chenaie’, who is by top breeding stallion, ’Diamant de Semilly’ x ‘Leopard Du Castel’.  This pair stopped the clock in just 61.80s wellahead of the other competitors and it wasn’t Carolina’sonly win today as she was also top of the podium in theMedium Tour 1.20 with her mare, ’Emotion De L’Extase’.

Second in the MT 1.40 and continuing her great run of top results there, was the French rider, Marie Demonte with‘Cimply the Best’ (‘Cabachon’ x ‘Vivant Van de Heffinck’) in 67.98s, and in third was Swedish Sofía Wesborg with ‘Calvin FP Z’ (‘Calvados Z’ x ‘Bollvorm’sLibero H’).

There was a top three for Spain, from Beatriz Aranegui Benito with ‘Yaman Bay’;  Iraia Sainz Martínez with‘Chipie Dip Z and  Oihane García Urtasun with ‘Dallila’  in the Small Tour 1.30.  The Medium Tour 1.20 also had a Spanish top three; and behind Carolina, in second were, Nora García Urtasun with ‘Glorya Zimequest’ and Nerea Onaindia Barroeta with ‘Kannantoss’.

The British took over the podium in the CSI1* 1.20; Rebecca Middleton with ‘Okehurst Mr Smooth’ took the top spot; Lisa Keys with ‘Herne Van de Poenjaard Z’ wassecond and Harriet Thompson with ‘Heros Chin de Litrange III’ was third. 

German, Juliette Berghmans with ‘D Day de Lison Z’ won the 2Ph Sp, 1.10;  Irish, Matilde Hughes Bravo wassecond with ‘Miss Belgium 111’ and Spanish, Andrea Mendez Herrera with ‘Leonore H’ completed the podium. 

These are yesterday’s main results and well done to all thecompetitors on a day when the weather really didn’t allowthe normal timetable to be completed.  This means that theLongines Ranking, Small Grand Prix from today,  is nowscheduled to be held tomorrow.

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Silverfalls Court Chapter 20

Title: Silverfalls Court

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 50K

Genres: drama, suspense, who-done-it, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: A young girl, lost in the bliss of her first relationship, will do anything in the pursuit of what she believes is true love—even sneaking out of her house in the dead of night. Unfortunately, she is met by someone she didn’t quite expect. Her fight or flight instincts kick in but she in no match for the killer in the woods.

And her death won’t be the only one.

The once peaceful and quaint neighborhood of Silverfalls Court is thrown into chaos and upheaval when bodies keep showing up in the woods. When it becomes apparent that the murderer must be one of them, suspicions grow thick and trust is shattered.

Some, like Lisa-Marie Castel, want to play detective and solve the case on their own while others, like Dominique Pulmer, want to keep their heads down and wait for things to return to normal. Some might even wish to capitalize on the bizarre nature of the story while those who have been personally affected are left to pick up the broken pieces of their lives amidst the chaos.

Full chapter 20 under the cut:

20. Broken Cycle

After Peter, Jason felt like a young man again. Back in his college days, the entire reason he killed those girls was because he was unable to stop himself from doing it. Each moment of his day was filled with waking dreams of taking their lives and, at night, he was gifted dreams of the same nature.

It was impossible to deny those urges then and it was becoming impossible to deny them now. 

He knew exactly who he wanted to kill too.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from sneaking to the second cul-de-sac and checking in on the Vicks. It was Thanksgiving and most of the neighbors were out of town or staying in and eating. He looked into the window and saw Susan and Lamar talking while standing close together.

Then they parted suddenly—almost as if they were having some kind of fight. Jason knew that only Susan’s parents were over for the holiday so he guessed it had something to do with that.

He quickly stepped away from the window when he saw Lamar take off. The sound of the back door opening and closing let Jason know that he went to their backyard.

With a smile, Jason knocked on the front door.

Susan opened it in just a few seconds and looked up at him in surprise. “Mr. Burns? What are you doing over here?”

“I always come by to bring Karowitz and Mrs. Winter some of my wife’s pudding. And I thought I’d check on everyone while I was over here.” He shrugged. “You can call me Jason, by the way. There’s no need to be formal.”

She smiled back and visibly relaxed. “That’s sweet of you.” Her attention went back into her house for a moment before she returned to him.

“Something the matter?” Jason guessed.

“It’s nothing, really. Just a small disagreement.”

“You two should have a nice date then,” he suggested before gesturing out to the woods, “There’s a really good spot by a pond that’s great for a private picnic.”

“Oh, really?” Susan brightened up some.

“Yeah, I’d show you now but it’s too dark. Maybe tomorrow morning I can meet you out there and show you the spot. It’s very romantic—I used to take Hailey there years ago.”

With a date set, all Jason had to do was tell Hailey that he had to go into the office in the morning and then head over. He fingered the wire-saw in his pocket as he walked to the meeting spot.

Susan smiled the second she saw him. “I can’t wait to surprise Lamar with this.”

“Come, it’s a little further in.”

Jason walked her further into the woods than the other kills and had her go ahead of him with the promise of a hidden paradise on the other side of the brush. Though, the second she stepped before him, he hooked the wire around her neck and held her tight until she stopped fighting.

She was dead but that was better for discretion. Jason could do whatever he wanted to her body without having to worry that she’d scream and attack him. Plus there was an inherent eroticism to the red lines around her neck and the blood in her eyes.

Just as he started to unbutton his pants, he heard the unmistakable sound of footfalls in the leaves. He frowned and took his leave—disappointed and wound tight.

On his way out, he heard the voices of Lisa-Marie and Brandon. Of course it was them, he thought to himself and cursed mentally. Everything he wanted to do was ruined and he couldn’t kill again despite how much he wanted to devolve into a spree.

Luckily, Lamar was believed to be Susan’s killer and he mysteriously disappeared. Jason was sure he was killed by the Castels though he had no proof other than his gut. Still, he kept quiet since it all worked out for him.

But then he heard Madison talking. “Mrs. Winter saw some man by the Vick’s place before Susan was found dead. Isn’t that spooky?”

Hailey responded, “Where did you hear that?”

“Victoria told me. She, Serena, and Jumin are doing that project for school around Mrs. Winter’s house. And she said she saw the killer!”

“I don’t like that…” her mother mumbled.

Jason could punch a hole through a wall if he let himself be overtaken with emotion. But he held back and just thought through everything. His old plan, back when he killed that first girl, could still work.

Getting into Mrs. Winter’s house wasn’t difficult in the slightest since the old woman never locked anything. Even easier was killing her as she had no fight in her and her scream got caught in her throat.

He set her body in her bathtub and left through the same window he’d entered from. Lisa-Marie would definitely go looking for the woman once she heard the same piece of gossip and Jason didn’t want to risk being almost caught by her again.

When the town meeting was called, the teens were accused almost right away. Jason internally smirked as his original plan was coming to fruition before his eyes.

While the other parents defended their kids, Hailey looked to Victoria and asked, “…You haven’t had any blackouts lately, have you?”

“Not any big ones,” Victoria answered and pushed her mother away. 

“I’m sorry, Lisa-Marie,” Jason said and grabbed Victoria by the shoulders, “My daughter is ill. If she did do something, she didn’t mean to.”

“Let go!” Victoria yelled and freed herself. She whipped around to glare at them. “You’re not even going to try to stick up for me?! You know I didn’t fucking do it!”

“Language, Victoria!” Hailey scolded.

 “Excuse me, Miss Lisa-Marie?” Madison spoke up as she approached the stage. She really did Jason’s work for him when she said, “I think my sister might have killed the first girl too.”

“Madison?!” Victoria hollered.

“Go on,” Lisa-Marie coaxed Madison into continuing.

 “I wasn’t supposed to tell but Vicky was sneaking out at night to meet with Leigh. In the woods.”

Everyone’s judgmental stares landed on Victoria. Just as Jason imagined, she was an easy scapegoat. She even grabbed her hair and screamed, making a spectacle of herself.

He grabbed her again. “I’ll keep her in her room while you work something out, Lisa-Marie.”

“Thanks, Jason,” Lisa-Marie replied and smiled.

He locked her up, playing at being the reluctant parent all the while. Victoria didn’t care, of course, but Jason still made sure that she knew he didn’t really ‘want’ to lock her away in her room.

The problem came when the police didn’t immediately take Victoria away. Jason realized he might have acted a little too well since officer Redfield offered them time to keep Victoria in their home while they collected evidence. He knew they wouldn’t find any, however.

Jason stood in his bedroom and stared out the window as his mind started to drift away. He needed to do something else but he wasn’t sure what his next move could be.

A serendipitous answer came when he saw Dominique run out of the Castel house followed shortly by Lisa-Marie running inside. It was a bizarre sight so he walked outside and lingered by their backdoor. Whoever had been out there last hadn’t properly shut the door so he could hear the couple arguing faintly.

“How could you tell him?!” Lisa-Marie screamed. “You absolute BAFOON!”

“I couldn’t hide it any longer! Dom knew something too—he would have kept coming over here until he got to the bottom of it!” Brandon defended.

Jason had noticed that Brandon was off lately. The man had been stopping by his house every day since locking Victoria up but he only had questions about her the first day. After that, he’d been asking for vague advice and trying to see what Jason had to offer in the way of marriage counseling.

He’d asked him strange things such as “what would you do if you found out Hailey had done something you didn’t approve of? Would you talk to her about it or support her no matter what?”

In retrospect, Jason should have seen it was about something he and Lisa-Marie had been involved in. But, Jason hadn’t thought of Lamar in months so it didn’t stick out to him.

“You didn’t have to tell him we killed Lamar,” Lisa-Marie snapped, bringing Jason’s attention back. It also confirmed his earlier theory.

Jason smirked as he realized he had a much better scapegoat than his daughter. With a confirmed murder, everything else could easily be pinned on the Castels.

Although, if Brandon was left alive he might relay some of the things Jason told him. None of the ‘advice’ he gave him was particularly incriminating but Jason didn’t want to risk anything coming back on him. Even if it was insignificant.

So, Brandon had to go.

First thing in the morning, Jason snuck in through the open back door and took a look around. Lisa-Marie’s collection room was closed so she was probably stewing over her emotions in there. He quickly and quietly moved up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

Brandon was a fairly fit guy and if he’d been able to kill Lamar then Jason knew he couldn’t deal with him head on. He had to trick him or surprise him.

The man wasn’t in the room but the bathroom door was cracked and sound echoed from somewhere further in. Jason stepped closer, listening intently.

It sounded like Brandon was taking a piss. There really was no better chance, he thought and marveled at his luck.

Jason readied his wire-saw and approached Brandon with careful steps. As Brandon shook himself dry, Jason threw his hands over his head and drew back on the wire as hard as he could. The man gasped for air and threw his hands about but confusion overrode anything and he was unable to make contact.

The wire cut deeper into his neck and some blood squirted out as his body started to shake in one last attempt to survive. Jason breathed heavily and dragged him a few feet away to dump him into the tub. He looked down at him and grimaced.

There were a few things he’d have to fix before leaving.

Jason tucked his penis back into his pants and flushed the toilet. He washed his hands, feeling dirtier than he usually would, and fled.

The call to meet from Lisa-Marie was far more chaotic that time around. She accused Dom with everything she had but no one let her get very far with it. Not only had she been suspicious from the start but Dom knew, for a fact, that she and her husband had killed Lamar.

Jason just helped move things along.

“You know NOTHING!” Lisa-Marie yelled at the entirety of the neighborhood. “None of you! It’s all lies! I’m telling you the culprit is Dominique and you’re all turning against me?!”

“I know who it’s not…” Jason said lowly and glared at her, “It’s not my daughter. I locked her in her room for no reason. Because of you. You and your sick game!”

“I didn’t make you do that! It’s all wrong. YOU’RE all wrong!”

“There is no one else, Lisa-Marie,” Hailey stood by Jason. 

“Did you really kill all of them?” Gary asked as he took his wife into his arms. “Even Susan?”

“Even Peter?” Polly added with glassy eyes.

“I didn’t kill anyone!” Lisa-Marie continued to try to defend herself. 

“It’s over, Lisa-Marie,” Dom told her as the police started to swarm around them.

And, just like that, it was over. Jason let Victoria go and, even if she was pissed at all of them, she wouldn’t cause any further problems. Everyone accepted that Lisa-Marie was the guilty party and they could move on with their lives.

Jason had done more killing than he ever thought possible and without being caught. He had enough memories to last him a lifetime and there was no way that it could ever come back to haunt him.

It was perfect.

Which was why he was so confused by his current predicament. Though he was, by no means, ready to give up just yet.

“You have nothing,” he told the girls with certainty.

“Sure about that?” Jumin appeared from the back hallway. He held in his hand a camera which he promptly flipped open. “Because I think we have a recording here of you killing Carson…just now.”

“…What?” Jason clicked his tongue. “Let me see that.”

“Ah-ah.” Jumin shook his finger. “I think you’ll know it’s the real thing if I play it from here.”

He hit the play button and, while Jason couldn’t see the footage because of the distance between them, he could certainly hear it.

“…You?” Carson choked out.

“Yeah, didn’t you know?” Jason heard himself and he felt his stomach sink. “You wrote all about it in your shitty little blog.”

“It’s…just….made up.” Each word was harder for the man to say as the wire constricted his throat.

“What?” Jason asked, sounding just as confused as he felt now. “What do you mean? Why did you make me the killer?”

“I…” Carson didn’t get to explain as he lost consciousness.

But, as Jason very well already knew, he didn’t leave it at that. He heard his own ragged breaths echo through the hall as he finished the kill on the video.

Jumin shut it off. “How’s that? Oh, and p.s., I already called the cops.”

Jason felt his eye twitch. He had to get the tape away from them but he wasn’t sure what he could do after the fact. Leaning back on his daughter’s mental issues would only work in her case. He didn’t know what he could do for Jumin and Serena other than kill them.

“What’s the matter? Got nothing to say now?” Victoria asked and crossed her arms.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, a small stampede of feet came down the stairs. The dogs arrived first followed by Hailey and Madison.

“What on earth is going on down here?” Hailey asked as she took in the odd sight.

“Serena and Jumin?” Madison’s face scrunched.

“Stay back Mrs. Burns,” Serena warned, “Your husband is the killer.”

“What?” Hailey gaped and looked between them. “There’s no…that’s ridiculous.”

“We have the tape to prove it,” Jumin assured her.

“…Honey…” Hailey looked at Jason with wide, uncertain eyes.

Jason sighed and let his shoulders slump. “May as well get in something I always thought about,” he said before lunging toward his wife.

Screams ripped out of everyone—or so it seemed—it was too chaotic to really tell. Jason made contact with Hailey but he was soon pulled off and thrown backward by Jumin who was a lot stronger than he appeared. The dogs inserted themselves into the action as well. They both barked and started jumping around, biting and scratching at whoever they could.

Jason took the opportunity to leave the scene. He had no clue where he’d go but he needed to get away from there. “Fuck’s sake…” he breathed and started to run.

Lights flashed on and several police cars peeled around the corner and into the cul-de-sac. In the heat of the moment, he’d forgotten the small fact that the kids had said they called the cops.

“Damn.” Jason stayed put and raised his hands prematurely.

Victoria led the way out of her house and everyone followed closely behind. She saw her father standing on the lawn with his hands in the air as the police rushed out of their cars and surrounded him. To her surprise, he didn’t resist at all and let them cuff him.

“What’s going to happen to him?” Hailey asked and looked at the officers.

“He’s coming to the station,” one of the men answered her and stepped closer. “We may need to talk with all of you as well.”

“I have the proof,” Jumin spoke up and lifted the camera. “It should be all you need, honestly.”

“Alright.” The officer took the camera from him and looked between everyone. “We’ve got some EMTs over to check out the body that was reported. Mrs. Burns, if you will, we’d like you to come in with your husband. If we need you kids, we’ll come back later with your parents’ permission.”

They all nodded as Hailey walked with the man to a squad car. Victoria watched as her father was shut inside a different car and she felt a weight lift from her chest.

Serena kept her eyes on her friend for a long moment before she rested her hand on her shoulder. Not only would Peter get justice but everyone who had died would be given some peace. With a voice that was barely a whisper but still loud enough to hear, she said, “It’s really over this time.”

Victoria didn’t look away from the cop cars but she nodded. At least, she hoped Serena was right. She wanted her to be right. “Yeah…”

All of the neighbors began to leave their houses to check out the commotion. The Jungs spotted Jumin in confusion—he waved at his parents and sister but didn’t say anything. Similarly, Polly gave her daughter a look but there were no words exchanged. Mabel made eye contact with the kids and smiled before giving them a thumbs up in approval.

In the second cul-de-sac there was also an audience for the EMTs. A body bag was pulled from Carson’s house which left little to speculation. The Dicksons met with Karowitz while Diana joined Dom on his lawn. She covered her mouth and didn’t take her eyes off of the body bag.

“Excuse me,” Dom called out to a woman who helped set the body in the back of the truck. “Do you know anything about what happened?”

“We were told there was a murder.” She smiled sadly as she had no further information for him.

He and Diana exchanged a look but then both noticed a police officer joining the fray. He shared some words with the EMT before standing in front of them and resting his hands on his hips.

“We’re taking in your neighbor, Jason Burns, under the suspicion that he has killed Leigh Duval, Peter Rosello, Susan Vick, Ophelia Winter, Brandon Castel, and Carson Fawk. The evidence thus far is damning so this will hopefully be the last time we have to come over here for anything but, please, try to keep the chatter about this down. I just wanted to let you all know since you’ve been through so much this year.”

The officer bowed out and left with the EMTs, creating a silent vacuum in his wake. The Dicksons looked to Dom and Diana but they didn’t approach them—they only talked to each other in hushed whispers.

“Jason Burns, huh?” Diana said and sighed. “I knew I should have checked on Carson…”

“It’s not your fault,” Dom told her instantly. He frowned and stared forward at nothing in particular. All the details sunk into his mind and he felt sick to his stomach. “He could have just killed you too.”

“Maybe.” She admitted and, after a moment, asked, “What do we do now?”

He glanced back over to her and considered his words carefully. Everyone had to deal with the aftermath in their own way and he knew his answer might not line up with her views. Still, he responded in earnest, “I’m moving the fuck away.”

[End]

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Young love.

[artofcinema]

the american friend (1977)

it’s december 6th, 1976. there is nothing to fear but fear itself. i know less and less about who i am, or who anybody else is.

dir. wim wenders

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Dean Winchester and the Stolen Tupperware

Explicit | ~32k | Posting on April 10 Author: MalMuses | Artist: Nioell

Eternally single, professor Castiel is quiet, nerdy, and keeps to his research. The one indulgence that he allows himself is spending hours on YouTube bingeing the vlogs of a handsome, reckless archaeologist. Hunter styles himself as a bit of an Indiana Jones type, and he reminds Castiel of the adventurous, free person he longs to be. Plus, he’s super hot. Imagine Castiel’s surprise when he meets the new archaeology professor at the Humanities potluck. This is his chance—he is finally in the same room as Dean “Hunter” Winchester! Unfortunately, the best interaction shy, awkward Castiel can manage is to steal his new colleague’s Tupperware.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Drifting back toward the food table to dispose of his cup, Castiel decided to try and slip out before anyone else attempted conversation with him, for everyone’s sake. He stepped aside to let Garth, one of the TAs, squeeze past him next to the dessert table. As he waited, Castiel looked down and saw that there was a lone slice of golden, sugary apple pie sitting in a big, round Tupperware container. Dean said he brought pie, Castel’s brain unhelpfully provided. Tempted, and seeing no one else reaching for it, Castiel decided to help himself to the last slice of the delicious-looking, clearly homemade pastry. It was a traditional apple pie with a touch of cinnamon, and the smell of it made Castiel’s mouth water in comparison to the rubbery chicken and green bean casserole he’d begrudgingly chewed through earlier. Biting into the pie, Castiel couldn’t help but let out a pleased moan. The pie was fantastic. He’d humiliated himself multiple times in front of his crush and coworker, but a pie like this made the day seem like less of a disaster. Opening his eyes once he’d finished slowly savoring the mouthful of pastry, Castiel blushed again as he realized that Dean was looking straight at him from across the room. He was sandwiched between Lisa and Lydia, who were both chatting animatedly, but his gaze cut through the crowd to land on Castiel. Bad enough that Dean probably thought that Castiel was an obsessive weirdo, now he was drooling all over the man’s baked goods. Poor Dean probably thought he had finally escaped him, but here he was, loitering in his eyeline. Feeling his flush grow more intense, Castiel dropped his eyes down to the table. He should go. What he wanted, of course, was to talk to Dean again—have some kind of excuse to approach him and apologize for his awkwardness, see if maybe they could start afresh. But he had no good reason to interrupt Dean when he was having a good time with the adoring ladies of the staff. Sighing, Castiel glumly swallowed down the last of the delicious pie and began to move the Tupperware off to the side, out of the way. He looked down at the container in his hands. He could…no. No, he couldn’t. “Accidentally” taking Dean’s Tupperware home so that he’d have an opportunity to stop by his room on Monday to return it was utterly insane. Another few seconds passed while Castiel endured a staredown with an inanimate object. Oh, what the hell.

[continue reading on April 10]

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They weren’t exaggerating when they said coloured pencil is the slowest medium ever! 

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Mia cara fica lucciola lanterna cicala stella nuvola sogno papavero orzata fica ti scrivo dalla garbatella dove passeggiavo con una maglietta gialla e il cielo era pieno di rondini. Ma era verso sera e all’epoca della prospettiva Nevskji. Mia adorata sono stanco e ho bisogno dei tuoi capelli e delle canzoni dell’estate 1979 e di una campagna acquisti che mi ridia speranze di coppa Uefa. Com’era atroce l’inverno sull’orlo della serie B! Mia cara fica non credo a niente i prezzi del pane e del latte sono troppo alti e il campo di bocce del forlanini è pieno di immondizia e i giardini di piazza S.Eurosia pieni di vetri rotti e cacche di volpini E tutti quegli stronzi in giro e lisa gastoni che m’ignora e la rivoluzione che bestemmia sulla pista assolata del rock and roll. ti amo. e se tu non me la darai mi ucciderò con una overdose. I can get no satisfaction e sono io nel merdoso cimitero degli specchi a vegliare la fica in equilibrio tra le stronzate io tra gli stanchi bagnanti notturni che recitano michelangelo e le pompinare americane che mordono i gondolieri e l’1 a 0 di trevor francis al bar della fenice e gli angeli e questo angolo di piscio dove m’inculo il mondo. Mia cara fica spero d’incontrarti sulla spiaggia di castel porziano. io ti incontrerò perché tu emani luce ultrarealistica e tu mi riconoscerai perché indosserò profonde occhiaie e una collanina azzurra. Fuggiremo lontano dal vietnam verso la divina pietralata. verso la tuscolana pazza e disperata.

Victor Cavallo - Incontro a Castel Porziano

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Silverfalls Court Chapter 19

Title: Silverfalls Court

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 50K

Genres: drama, suspense, who-done-it, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: A young girl, lost in the bliss of her first relationship, will do anything in the pursuit of what she believes is true love—even sneaking out of her house in the dead of night. Unfortunately, she is met by someone she didn’t quite expect. Her fight or flight instincts kick in but she in no match for the killer in the woods.

And her death won’t be the only one.

The once peaceful and quaint neighborhood of Silverfalls Court is thrown into chaos and upheaval when bodies keep showing up in the woods. When it becomes apparent that the murderer must be one of them, suspicions grow thick and trust is shattered.

Some, like Lisa-Marie Castel, want to play detective and solve the case on their own while others, like Dominique Pulmer, want to keep their heads down and wait for things to return to normal. Some might even wish to capitalize on the bizarre nature of the story while those who have been personally affected are left to pick up the broken pieces of their lives amidst the chaos.

Full chapter 19 under the cut:

19. A Light Shines Upon It

Just as he hoped, no one was awake anymore. The occasional sound of a cricket and the distant echo of cars from the main road were the only things that indicated life in the area. Otherwise, there was absolute silence. No one had gone outside during the day so it stood to reason that the same would be true during the night.

If anyone caught him out then he knew it would look bad. He also knew there would be no scapegoat to pin this murder on but, at the moment, the high of the kill still hadn’t worn off.

There was sure to be someone more suspicious than him anyway. No one would think he had anything to do with it.

They never had. And even if they started to suspect something, he’d think of an excuse.

Those thoughts started to swarm in his head as he pushed the door open to his house with quiet purpose. His adrenaline was still raging in his body but his mind was forcing him to come down from the euphoria a little sooner than he was used to.

With a mumbled curse, he locked his door back behind him. Just as he flipped the last lock, the light over him switched on.

“What were you doing, dad?” Victoria’s voice greeted him.

She wasn’t even supposed to be in the house. All weekend she’d spent with Polly and her kids and now?

Jason scowled and turned to face her. “I took a walk around the court. What are you doing up so late? And back here of all places?”

“Oh no.” She shook her head. “You’re not turning this on me.”

Just as her words left her, Serena joined her in the hallway. She crossed her arms and glared at Jason with ferocity. “It’s over, Mr. Burns.”

“And what, exactly, do you mean by that?” They were just teenagers, he thought, what could they possibly have on him? Even if they ‘deduced’ that he’d done everything, it wouldn’t hold up in court. Especially not since he had some pretty air tight alibis.

“It means we know you killed everyone—except Lamar.” Victoria narrowed her eyes at him. “There’s no one else it can be.”

Jason shook his head as a smile started to form across his face. “Oh, Vicky…you’re still upset about the room situation. I know it wasn’t okay to lock you in there but I wasn’t sure what else to do. And, for the record, your mother had no problem with it. I was the one who felt conflicted so you should really take this up with her—not me.”

His daughter scoffed. “It’s not about the fucking room! It’s about you killing people!”

“Who? When?”

“Leigh. Eight months ago.” Serena answered. “Then my brother, Susan Vick, Mrs. Winter, Mr. Castel…”

“And what would my reason be?” Jason asked since they clearly had nothing other than their childish intimidation games.

“You must have found out about me and Leigh,” Victoria replied without pause.

“That’s one motive. What are the others?” He leaned against the threshold, letting both girls know he felt no pressure from them. No matter how adamantly they believed it, their beliefs weren’t fact as far as the law was concerned.

“You got a taste for blood and couldn’t stop,” Serena took over, “My brother was convenient—a young boy out alone in the middle of the night. Then with Susan you…she must have just been a more enticing challenge.”

Jason couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “You have nothing.”

The funniest part was that they weren’t even that far off from the truth. They were just missing details and, of course, all important evidence.

Eight months ago, when Victoria came home with a failed test, Jason had to be the one to confiscate her phone and demand she stay in her room to study. Hailey always had a difficult time implementing discipline—she always made him do it.

He kept Victoria’s phone on him as he sat in his home office and took care of some paperwork from home. If he left her phone out and in Hailey’s care, Victoria would surely sneak about and get it back when her mother wasn’t paying attention. With him, it was safe.

As he typed with his focus singularly on the spreadsheet on his screen, Victoria’s phone started to ring. Jason only noticed from his peripherals and let it ring.

Then a voicemail appeared.

He stopped what he was doing and snatched up the device. The name on both the missed call and the voicemail was ‘Leigh’. She was a girl from Victoria’s school who had been over once or twice for some project the kids were working on. Jason wasn’t aware they were close enough to have each other’s numbers though.

His curiosity got the better of him and he selected the voicemail to listen to it.

The girl’s voice was soft and clearly full of nerves as she spoke. “Um…hey, Victoria. I’m…I’m gonna meet you out in our usual spot by the old playground. Remember to bring a flashlight,” she laughed then continued, “I can’t wait to see you…Um…yeah, see you soon. I’ll wear that shirt you like…”

Jason looked down at the phone with a puzzled frown. The tone of her voice was…flirty almost. He thought back to when Leigh was in his house and how she looked at his daughter.

They were seeing each other. Romantically. Possibly sexually.

He stood up from his desk and walked straight into the garage. His wife and daughters had gone to bed so he kept all of the lights off as he picked out his wire-saw that didn’t get nearly as much use as he’d intended when he first bought it. But it was a perfect tool now—small, compact, but effective.

Along with that, Jason also slipped on some gloves and headed to the backdoor.

The old playground that Leigh described was in the woods outside the neighborhood—right between Silverfalls and where Leigh lived. He waited close by and listened for the distinctive sound of a human’s footsteps. Though, as it turned out, he hadn’t needed to be listening so intently since the girl was flashing a light all around the woods as she walked.

He simply stepped into her line of sight as she approached. “What are you doing out here at this time of night?”

Leigh froze for a moment before responding with the kind of bumbling nerves he expected, “Um…well…I was just…tired but I…couldn’t sleep. So I took a walk.”

“In the woods? At midnight?” Jason raised his brow.

Her eyes traveled downward as she mumbled, “I…I should head home.”

“Should I walk you back?” He asked and then, after a pause, added, “Should I let your parents know what you’re up to?”

That got her attention. “N-no! Please, I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“Do they know what you’re out here for?” He doubted they did—if so, she’d never be allowed out again.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go back home. Please don’t tell anyone.” She started to get desperate.

“Why, I won’t tell…” Jason responded and walked closer. He considered playing with her since she was so eager to stay alive but he also didn’t want to be out for too long. This opportunity was a blessing as it was—he couldn’t waste it.

“T-thank you,” Leigh finally spoke again. “I won’t sneak out again. I promise.”

“You’re right,” Jason seconded and reached his hand out toward her. “You won’t.”

“Please,” she begged as tears streamed down her face. “Please don’t…”

That was it—the face he remembered so fondly from his college days. The two women whose lives he’d snuffed out had each looked at him with that same desperation.

And he couldn’t push back that monstrous urge any longer. He’d managed it for almost eighteen years now but no more. Not when he knew he could get away with it again. Not when he knew how good it would feel.

So he lunged for her and easily overpowered her. He pulled the wire around her neck and held her close to him, crushing her throat and denying her air. And, once she became limp, he simply dropped her there and went back home.

Leigh’s death was all over the news and in all of the neighbor’s mouths but the Halloween party was still held without a hitch. Lisa-Marie was probably getting a kick out of the mystery, Jason figured. He’d talked to her at length about unsolved cases before—two of which were his own doing. That was always fun.

Jason watched as his kids ran off at the party and Hailey stuck by the Castels to gossip. He hung around only to hear their theories on the murder before he started to walk about, looking to see who all had made it. Naturally, the old people and Mabel had opted out of the block party but, to his surprise, Dominique Pulmer had come and not alone.

The man was, apparently, ready to come out of the closet since he brought his flamboyant boyfriend with him. Jason ran across him along with Carson and Diana. The trio had a lot of random questions to ask about Leigh.

“Have you been talking to Lisa-Marie?” he asked them with an arched eyebrow.

“No, we’re just interested to see if anyone knows anything,” Carson answered and gave Jason a look he was all too familiar with. He was hit with the urge to shoo them off but he kept it in.

“I’m not sure about anything other than the fact my daughter knew the girl.” Jason looked around the immediate area. “Though, speaking of her, she seems to have disappeared. Excuse me.”

He pushed past the group and used Victoria’s absence as an excuse to avoid them further as they talked to pretty much everyone else at the party. Really, he didn’t care where Victoria was or what she was doing. Most of the other teenagers were gone as well so he was sure they’d all snuck off somewhere.

Polly only had her two youngest with her so Jason stopped by her to ask where their kids had gone. A faint idea had started to form in his mind about Victoria though it would only become relevant if others started to suspect people from Silverfalls of Leigh’s murder. All he needed now was to plant some seeds of doubt and it all started with a look.

Jason glanced down at Polly and frowned. “Are Serena and Peter with my daughter? Do you know?”

She nodded. “I think they all grouped together. Though…I haven’t seen them for a minute…”

He huffed and checked from side to side again. “I’ll go ask around.”

There were the Jungs who were missing their children as well but Jason had no desire to talk to them. Not when he spotted Susan Vick.

He had to force down the smile that wanted to make its way onto his lips as he approached her. She was wearing all black, like usual, and he wasn’t sure if she was dressed up for the holiday or not.

“Excuse me, Susan,” Jason spoke and grabbed her attention. “You haven’t happened to have seen my daughter, have you?”

Susan tilted her head to the side in thought. Her eyes were lined with black and red liner giving her an extra alluring appearance that sent a tingle down Jason’s body and caused his pants to tighten. Her chest was concealed in her ‘costume’ but he could still follow the curves of her body and imagine what was underneath the fabric.

“I don’t think I’ve seen either of your daughters. Sorry.” She smiled a little.

“Well…thanks. I’ll keep looking then.”

“I’ll keep my eyes peeled.” Susan brushed some of her hair behind her slender shoulder. Jason swore he caught a wink from her before she left him to return to her husband.

Lisa-Marie’s announcement came next and Jason looked to the stage to see Polly not too far away. She must have grown genuinely concerned about her kids.

He walked back to her and assured her that they were just hanging out and being kids. Even if they were out in the woods, it wasn’t as if they were in danger.

Though, Jason supposed, if he hadn’t been the one to kill Leigh he might have been worried about Victoria when she didn’t come home for the next several hours.

He retired to bed before she got home and, after an unsuccessful attempt to convince Hailey to have sex, he fell asleep. In his dreams, he was greeted by Susan in the woods who wore only a black cape and heels. She dropped to her knees and did for him what Hailey never wanted to.

Jason woke before the dream ended and was burdened with a tent in his pants. He grumbled and walked to the bathroom to take care of it himself but he stopped as he passed by the window.

On the street below, Victoria was walking back along with the other kids who had been out. Jason checked over his shoulder to see the time—midnight.

He sighed when he realized that he couldn’t go through with his plan to masturbate since Victoria’s room was on the other side of the bathroom wall. He could go to his office but the cleanup would be a pain.

Then he realized that there was a spot in the woods that no one was occupying any longer. There was nowhere more private and he wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up after himself either.

Jason threw on a coat and snuck out through the backdoor for privacy’s sake, though he doubted anyone would be up at the hour. He returned to the spot where he killed Leigh and reached into his jacket pocket. The wire-saw was still there.

After a short chuckle, he got back to business. He replayed the dream in his mind and reached into his pants. Now that he was in the woods, he could almost picture the scene with his eyes open and his arm moved all the quicker.

“…Mr. Burns?”

Jason stopped mid-pump and turned around to see a boy with a flashlight aimed at him. Peter.

The boy looked at him with a mixture of disgust and horror. “What are you…?”

Jason let go of himself and then retrieved the wire from his jacket. He sighed—he hadn’t intended on killing again. “Why’d you have to come back out here?” He groaned and walked closer to him.

Peter’s arm shook, causing the light to bounce around. His eyes stayed down at Jason’s still exposed erection though he certainly didn’t want to be looking. “I’m sorry—I won’t tell anyone or anything—”

He didn’t get another word out before Jason grasped his throat. Peter had more fight in him than Leigh but he still wasn’t a match for Jason’s size or strength.

After feeling the life leave him, Jason tossed him to the ground behind a tree and covered him with some leaves. He let out a hefty breath once he deemed his work done. Then he returned his hand to his dick and finished what he’d started.

Not long after sunrise, Jason heard the doorbell ring. He hung back as Hailey answered and he listened for a second before joining her.

“Hon, who’s at the door?” He saw the Rosellos and Jungs so he became more alert.  “Oh…what’s going on…?”

“Can you go get our daughters, please?” Hailey demanded of him so he did as she asked.

Of course, he already knew what this was about but he gave Victoria and Madison a vague and confused explanation. They joined the other two families as they went on a search for Peter. Hailey brought the dogs with them so there was almost no chance they weren’t finding Peter’s body by the end of the day.

Jason kept a face of concern and slight bewilderment as they scouted the woods. He helped call out Peter’s name while keeping an eye on his dogs. When they ran off, he didn’t follow them immediately and just waited.

Their barks alerted everyone else and Hailey turned to him.  “Where are they?” she asked.

Jason waited, acting as if he was trying to deduce their location based off of their continued barks. “That way.” He gestured and then said, “Come on, let’s go.”

The group followed behind him and Jason did his best to hide his smile even if no one was close enough to see it. He kept the others away as he approached his dogs and then, when he looked down at the ground, he caught sight of Peter’s body.

His dogs had removed some of the leaves and partly drug Peter as if in an attempt to bring him to the group. Or eat him—Jason couldn’t be sure. He pushed that possibility to the side as he reacted. “Oh no…”

Polly, naturally, ran over and promptly fell to the ground to hold her son. Serena followed behind her but Jason didn’t let anyone else get close. From the group’s perspective, it would seem as if he was preventing Claire and Miguel from seeing something traumatic.

Just like with Leigh, no one would think it was him.

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Incontro a castel porziano

Mia cara fica lucciola lanterna cicala stella nuvola sogno papavero orzata fica ti scrivo dalla garbatella dove passeggiavo con una maglietta gialla e il cielo era pieno di rondini. Ma era verso sera e all’epoca della prospettiva Nevskji. Mia adorata sono stanco e ho bisogno dei tuoi capelli e delle canzoni dell’estate 1979 e di una campagna acquisti che mi ridia speranze di coppa Uefa. Com’era atroce l’inverno sull’orlo della serie B! Mia cara fica non credo a niente i prezzi del pane e del latte sono troppo alti e il campo di bocce del forlanini è pieno di d’immondizia e i giardini di piazza S.Eurosia pieni di vetri rotti e cacche di volpini E tutti quegli stronzi in giro e lisa gastoni che m’ignora e la rivoluzione che bestemmia sulla pista assolata del rock and roll. ti amo. e se tu non me la darai mi ucciderò con una overdose. I can get no satisfaction e sono io nel merdoso cimitero degli specchi a vegliare la fica in equilibrio tra le stronzate io tra gli stanchi bagnanti notturni che recitano michelangelo e le pompinare americane che mordono i gondolieri e l’1 a 0 di trevor francis al bar della fenice e gli angeli e questo angolo di piscio dove m’inculo il mondo. Mia cara fica spero d’incontrarti sulla spiaggia di castel porziano. io ti incontrerò perché tu emani luce ultrarealistica e tu mi riconoscerai perché indosserò profonde occhiaie e una collanina azzurra. Fuggiremo lontano dal vietnam verso la divina pietralata. verso la tuscolana pazza e disperata. 

(Victor Cavallo — “Ecchime”, Stampa Alternativa, novembre 2002)