#melody morrison

[melody-morrison]

OK SOGGY BOTTOM BOYS

I’M GETTING THIS BEAUTY TATTOOED (on my leg or side or inner arm or thigh-not in a sexy way or something)

I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I OR THE OG ARTIST WHO DREW IT WOULD OR COULD GIVE A SHIT OF I ASKED BUT FOR THE SHAKEY BOOT BABIES I WILL TRY.

IF THEY FLAT OUT NOPE ME ID BE STUCK. ITS NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL THO

FK I’LL PUT A FERRIS WHEEL🔥 🎡🔥FKING FIRE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCRIPT BUT SHEEEEET!!

I SRSLY THINK IF A NMH FAN…YOU DON’T KNOW ANY?! (do you? plz let’s hang out add me to ur group chat!?) I SAW THEM 3 TIMES (ya and i’m born in 94 !!!) —LIVE!!!!!!! AFTER BREAKING UP in 90 something or whatever…AND I *THAT HAD THE CHANCE* TO in 2014-15 ? FOR JUST THAT *ONE TOUR* THEY DID…I didn’t FILM em ever I knew that from the start they ask not to be filmed.

A FAN WAS HOPEFULLY THIS ARTS ARTIST BUT I CANT GIVE A RATS ANUS IF JA OR NOT.

GID FRIGGIN BLESS UP Jeff Magnum’s Giant lungs 🫁 !!

AND, HIS AMAZINGLY DEEP LYRICAL TAPESTRIES SHROUDED IN COLORFULLY YET GREY SCALED STRANGELY -INCOMPREHENSIBLE AND STILL CONNECTED TO THE TRUTH OF WHAT WE ARE FEELING WHEN HEARING- HAPPENED or is about to or is happening now!

NO ANWER GIVEN or the intention either— to give answers in any of this massive lyrical poetry

YET SOMEHOW I KNOW ENOUGH

TO RESPECT THE TRUTH AND VENERABILITY OF HOW BRAVE AND REVEALING THIS BIZARRE WORRIED WORDS AND ABSURD ORCHESTRAL SOUNDS ARE TOGETHER

ALL IN ITS UNIQUENESS

AND HOW CLOSE TO HEARTS OF ALL WHO IS (NOT afraid of) HUMANITY* INDIVIDUAL VENERABILITY*

THESE ‘REAL’ OR ‘NOT’ Real??! HISTORIC THEMES WITHIN THE PROFOUND POETRY Jeff Mangum has SUNG, sung UNTIL HIS MASSIVE CAPACITY OF THEM LUNGS 🫁

AND HIS EMOTIONS WRITTEN AND SUNG, BEFORE CROUDS BIG AND SMALL HE ALWAYS ENDING BREATHLESSNESS…Jeff Mangum in his between deee de dees and breathlessness and little birds alive, many crushed, within in Me…and I am sure too in anyone who can appreciate such a beautiful face singing the sound and maybe even the the meaning oh joy that we had found it in this place, That is circling around the sun.

🌍☀️💫

[plushiesssforcrying]

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[b5ksrockhaus]

Melody Maker, September 9th 1995

[unreality-project]

" Wow— A little forward, huh? "

" But in any case, it could be something to take in, no matter how irrelevant it seems. "

"Yeah! You hear her, Tyler~?"

"Shut up."

[melody708]

"Proveranno a dirti chi sei per tutta la vita. Tu reclama il tuo spazio e dimostra chi sei davvero. Se vuoi che ti guardino diversamente, datti da fare. Se vuoi che le cose cambino, devi riuscire a cambiarle tu stessa, perché al mondo non esistono Fate Madrine."

[deejadabbles]

Songs in the Kitchen (Bad Batch fluff)

Summary: You're appalled when you find out about your new team's lack of nutrition and...well, what fun is cooking without a little dancing? Hunter x GN Reader and (platonic) Omega and Reader. No warnings, just cute domestic fluff.

A.N: Got this idea while making dinner last night and listening to Temuera Morrison's cover of Can't Take My Eyes off You. So, you have Clone Daddy to thank for this XD Also!! I have a bone to pick with this song! All my life I thought the lyrics were "I would walk 500 miles" but it's not?? It's "roll"??? My whole life is a lie. Anyway, I hope you guys like this, reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

"If they ever upgrade this ship, you'll help me convince them to invest in an actual kitchen, right?"

For possibly the fifth time you had rammed your foot into Gonky as he, you, and Omega shuffled around the pitiful table that the soldiers insisted was 'fine enough' for food provisions.

Omega chuckled as she climbed onto said droid to give you some more room. "You got it! I think cooking will be really fun in a real kitchen!"

You smiled down at her, the light in her eyes instantly alleviating any annoyance your stubbed foot may have caused you. You still couldn't believe that you only just discovered last week that Omega, nor any of her clone siblings, had ever learned the basics of cooking. Wrecker insisted that shooting wildlife and spit-roasting them counted...you did not. There was a difference between survival hunting and actual cooking!

In fact, the batch had been quite unphased when you observed the fact that they only ever seemed to eat ration bars and whatever slop they got from local cantinas. That caused a whole uproar on your part, scolding all of them for not caring more about their health. Yes, eating ration bars during the war was...unfortunate, but a harsh necessity. Eating them while away on whatever job they took was...acceptable, you supposed. But when they spent days on a reasonable planet with plenty of resources?! You couldn't believe they thought it was rational to still only eat those dry, tasteless bricks!

So now, here you were carving out the tiniest space available on the ship in an effort to cook your friends a somewhat decent home-cooked meal. Omega, always the bright-eyed wonderer, was eager to help while her brothers were in town for supplies.

Right now 'helping' was mostly just learning, since there honestly wasn't much room for her to do much. But you appreciated the company.

You rummaged through a box of things Tech had gathered for you; things he said were 'adequate cooking substitutes' in lieu of actual utensils, searching for a pear knife. You managed to dig up a serrated vibro dagger....alright, good enough.

While you chopped away at a strange local fruit, and Omega looked on with rapt interest, you couldn't help but smile. Despite the odd circumstances, the whole setting was quite domestic, and you thought of how happy it made you, that Omega was getting her own version of such an experience. Omega, who, like her brothers, had never had parents to dote on them and teach them, to have simple, warm moments like this with.

You hadn't noticed that you were humming until your hips started moving to the melody in your head. It was such an old song, but one that always made you feel so, whimsical, perhaps?

After scooping the first fruit into the bowl you moved on to the next item, one that Hunter had mentioned trying in the market the other day.

Hunter.

The thought of him made some heat fill your cheeks. You wondered- or rather, hoped, that he would like the meal you were making. The night after you had made such a fuss over their eating, Hunter had mentioned something to you, a far-off look in his eye like usual, as if he had a million things on his mind and that was just the one floating to the surface.

"Meal times weren't exactly a good time for us," he'd mused, not even looking at you, "even during downtime on Kamino, it was just another reminder that we didn't belong, even among clones."

That confession, along with an off-handed comment Omega had once made about no one but her sitting with them in the mess hall made your heartache.

Well, this will just be your chance to make mealtime a good memory for them!

Even more determination swelled in your chest as you moved about the small space, you'd have each of them smiling over your food if it killed you!

In fact, with each in mind, you started portioning off Hunter's plate when it came time to add the seasoning. Couldn't have his enhanced senses going mad with too much spice.

That old melody came floating back to you again, as you thought of the handsome sergeant.

"Pardon the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak"

The lyrics came easily as you worked, they were words of something pure, innocent; a rarity in this galaxy. A silly little dance even weaved its way into your movements.

"But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you"

"What are you doing?"

Omega's sudden question snapped you out of your daze- just in time to ram your foot into Gonky again.

After shaking the limb out with a curse you looked up at the child with a brow raised, "Uh?"

"What was that? That strange talking?"

You tilted your head, "Um... you mean my singing?" Come on, you knew you weren't a concert vocalist or anything, but did she really think you were that bad?

Omega's eyes went wide with excitement, "Oh! That's what singing is?"

"You've never heard singing before?!"

Unabashed, the girl just shook her head, "No, I mean, I've heard music before. Every once in a while Nala Se would play some Kaminoian music while she worked, but it was just sounds, no voices."

You stood there stunned for a moment, unable to think of anything to reply with. Just what else had this poor girl been deprived of in her childhood? Now that you thought about it, you'd never heard the boys play any music either. Maker, you hoped they had at least heard singing before.

"Omega," you started after a moment, "would you like to hear some of my music collection while we cook?"

You honestly had not thought it possible for her eyes to sparkle more, but the little one managed it.

"So you think we got enough?" Wrecker groaned, shifting the crate on his shoulder.

Tech didn't look away from his data pad as he answered, "We acquired everything on the list we were given, I can't fathom there would be any reason for complaint. Even with our friend's sudden, irrational concern for our eating habits."

"Don't mock it like that," Echo chimed in, "I think the change in pace is nice. You can't tell me you actually like those ration bars day in and day out."

"I fail to see how 'like' is of any consequence," was all Tech huffed in response.

Hunter, who was walking ahead of them all, let out a sigh. He wanted to tell them to pick up the pace, but bit back the urge. You had insisted that you could scrape together the first meal with what you had on the ship already, but, if their haul from the market could make your task easier, he wanted to get it to you sooner rather than later.

All of this was just so...sweet of you to begin with. Hunter never wanted to complain about anything regarding their life style, not during the war, not now, it was what it was, and he accepted that. You could have done the same, but instead, you went out of your way to improve things.

Hell, you could have just balked at their lifestyle, and made your own, separate from them, made your own food to eat in your own part of the ship. Instead, you had decided to include them all in your efforts, even putting up with their grumbles and gripes with that cute, bossy attitude you got when you were determined.

Hunter found the whole thing incredibly endearing.

Not to mention your inclusion of Omega. You were giving the little one an experience, a memory that she would carry with her always. The sergeant felt his lips curl up at the thought. You were a good companion for Omega...you were a good companion for all of them.

Unfortunately, his happy little musings were brought to a screeching halt as his hearing picked up on something. His enhanced senses did that a lot, noticing things before his brain could really register them. They were nearing the ship and, had the voices sounded distressed, he would have been on high alert. Instead, they sounded...was that, singing?

"When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you!"

The sound was almost foreign to Hunter's ears, your's and Omega's voices sounded quite different, but it was definitely your vocals crooning over what he now realized was music.

"What is that sound?" Tech asked behind him. They had gotten close enough now that even his brothers could hear it. Hunter could just imagine the shrugs and confused looks they were giving each other as he opened the door at the top of the loading ramp.

"And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door"

In all the years he'd been aboard the Marauder with his team, he'd never seen something quite like this. Your music blared through the ship's speakers while you and Omega danced in the small space he'd cleared for your make-shift kitchen.

"When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you!"

You threw something into the sizzling pan atop the would-be hotplate Echo had improvised for you, before leaning down and taking Omega's hands in a silly little jig of a dance.

"And when the money, comes in for the work I do I'll pass almost every penny on to you"

"Hey hey!" Wrecker cheered, dropping the crate in the doorway, "A dance party!" and just like that he joined the happy fray.

Your eyes lit up upon seeing them, and if he'd thought you would stop, he was wrong.

"When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you!"

Your dance turned into some jabbing motions, aimed at them to go along with the apt lyrics. Hunter was glad you didn't stop, with the delighted look on your face and the squeal of delight from Omega as Wrecker lifted her atop his shoulders, his soft smile was back tenfold.

"Well," Tech began, the smallest traces of amusement in his voice, "things are certainly lively with them around."

Lively indeed, because when the song's chorus picked up again, no one was safe from the infectious, joyous mood. Wrecker lunged forward, leaving Omega to grab hold of both Tech and Echo and drag them to the proverbial dance floor.

In turn, Hunter felt a warm hand grab his, and you pulled him into a bouncing dance that would have been right at home around a bonfire.

His face felt a little hot despite himself, but he looked down at you, a fondness in his eye he didn't even know he was capable of as you sang along with the song.

"When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who's lonely without you"

Hunter couldn't help himself, he tuned out the actual song, focusing wholly on your voice as it wrapped around the words. And, for just a little while, Hunter imagined that you were singing them to him and him alone.

"And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you"

Maybe someday you would sing for him, but for now, he was content with this.

"When I go out, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who goes along with you"

He took a chance, and pulled you in just a little closer as he tried to keep up with your silly dance.

"And when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who comes back home with you"

Yeah, he was more than content with this, for now.

"I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you"

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Albums I Think They Would Fuck With

They: Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, Naruto, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, and Shikamaru (I can add more if y'all like this)

Summary: Which of my fav albums I think each of my fav Naruto men would enjoy the most - also a classic rock recommendation list (if you rock w the character, you'd probably get down to the album)

Masterlist💿

Iruka

The Birds, The Bees, & The Monkees by The Monkees

Joyful, but not terrivly pop-y, Iruka would deffo bop along to the beats and smile at the loving lyrics

Kakashi

Trafalgar by the BeeGees

It's longing, it's mellow, it's intricate. He'd have this record on constant repeat.

Itachi

Strange Days by The Doors

Something about Jim Morrison's voice would scratch Itachi's brain properly, and he'd love the constant solo-ing.

Sasuke

A Day At The Races by Queen

He would appreciate every shred of effort in this album and marvel at the artistry - he'd deffo think this, and A Night At The Opera, to be Queen's magnum opus.

Naruto

Rubber Soul by The Beatles

He just wouldn't be able to get enough of the jauntiness of this album, and would adore the rythm guitar melodies fron George.

Madara

Are You Experienced by The Jimi Hendrix Experience

I could see Madara being just taken by Hendrix's mastery of the guitar, and could find himself sitting through a 20-minute riff with a smile.

Hashirama

Hunky Dory by David Bowie

Would be completely entranced by Bowie's wordplay and how he gets his piano to weep.

Tobirama

The Wall by Pink Floyd

He would watch the movie, he'd trip to the album - I could see Tobirama being totally obsessed with The Wall for it's story and the way each song bleeds together.

Shikamaru

Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo

He would love the strange instruments and the chaos, he would find it fun and a nice album to bop along to.

[aria-ashryver]

Choices Book Tracker / MC Masterlist

I decided to make a list to keep track of what books I've read and my MCs! (Because I keep forgetting half their names lol). Yes, this took ages to edit, but I had a lot of fun lol 😊

I have used pride flag icons in the edits, but there is a text version at the end too. Will likely update in chronological order of book release instead of alphabetical as new books come out.

Luxe Ellara - she her lesbian

Imogen Wu - she/her bisexual

Olivia Valentine - she/her asexual

Hannah Sullivan - she/her bisexual transgender

Dorian Silvertongue - he/him bisexual demiromantic

Honor of Riverbend - she/her bisexual

Ekaterina Łukasiewicz-Rose - she/her agender demiromantic demisexual

Queen Kenna Rys - she/her bisexual

Zya of Gaul - she/her

Melody - she/her biromantic demisexual

Paloma Beaufort - she/her

Hao Fanxing - he/him gay

Estrella Cruz - she/her

Bethany Somerset - she/her

Tamsyn Kostopoulou - she/her pansexual transgender

Alana Taylor - she/her bisexual

Mia Charoensuk - she/they bisexual nonbinary

Sierra Thompson - she/her lesbian gray asexual

Guinevere - she/her bisexual

Quinn Vanderwall - she/he/they pansexual nonbinary

Ngaire Morrison - she/her bisexual

Luca O'Rinn - he/they gay/queer nonbinary

Pax Ortega - she/he/they pansexual genderqueer

Briar Windhollow - she/her lesbian

Jade Zhao - he/him lesbian

Carmen Castillo Vega - she/her bisexual aromantic

Tara Day - she/her bisexual

Kiera Pierce - he/she bisexual genderfluid

Valentine Rowan Stone - they/them biromantic grey asexual agender

Jupiter - he/him gay transgender

Hannah Sullivan - she/her bisexual transgender

Kade Nakamoto - he/him gay

Cadence Dorian - she/her bisexual nonbinary

Sorscha Hawthorne - she/her asexual

Princess Imogen Julivert - she/her lesbian

Lyra Hughes - she/her bisexual

Ellie Wheeler - she/her

Emma St James - she/her grey asexual

Madeleine Darling - she/her

Rose - she/her

Kahurangi Ngata - she/her pansexual nonbinary

Rasheed Hassan - he/him bisexual demisexual

Paris Adeoye Oluwale - she/her bisexual

Sivani Vishwakarma - she/her demiromantic

Elias Delgado - he/him gay demiboy

Cole Douglas - he/him pansexual demisexual

Naya Galanis - they/them pansexual agender

[aces-and-angels]

Title: Dancing Queen

A/N: happy belated valentine's day gang- @jerzwriter tagged me in a fun, impromptu game where you list what songs your otp would be listening to this feb 14. i took a different approach to the prompt, as i often find myself doing lol- plus i had this hc in mind already- so here we are (but the short answer: enid's song would be get ur freak on by missy elliot); the long answer: this blurb🖤

Character(s): Enid Mendoza (she/her), Will Thomson (they/them), Zahir Saidi (he/him)

Summary: Will and Zahir discover a very special dance video. @choicesficwriterscreations

Word Count: 701

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Another day at Park & Davis…

The file room- Zahir's newest home away from home. He eyed the pile of precariously stacked boxes with trepidation. “Okay. You can do this, Zahir. Just grab the files for Morrison.” 

The pep talk did little to assuage his nerves, but he pressed on, carefully pulling from the middle of the stack like he was playing a high-stakes version of Jenga. One hand on the handle, the other protectively hovering over the pile. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Just a little more-

“Zahir! You gotta see this!” Will’s voice boomed through the quiet expanse of shelves. An unbecoming shriek tore through his throat as he scrambled to steady the boxes. Only when he was sure he wouldn't literally be buried in paperwork did he take a breath.

“Will- you can't just creep up on me like that,” he huffed, still trying to calm his heart rate.

Unbothered, Will pushed their phone towards him. A paused video lit up the screen. “Trust me, this is important.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just watch it,” they insisted, practically bouncing on their heels.

“Alright- alright-” 

A simple, yet rhythmic melody played through the speakers. Dancers stood on stage in V-formation, heads dawned with oversized bucket hats. They swayed lazily to the beat- then the song truly began. 

“Missy be puttin’ it down- I'm the hottest ‘round- I told y'all mother-- y'all can't stop me now-” 

Everything broke loose. The crowd came alive with raucous cheers as the performers dropped down to their knees in sync. Zahir’s brows shot up at the sheer intensity of the routine- his heart pumping wildly just watching them move. “They’re really good. Are they from your college team?” 

Will shook his head, minimizing the video. “Nah. Check out the date in the description. This was over ten years ago.” 

“Then why are we watching this?”

“Notice anything special about the one in the center?” 

“Uh… they're talented?” 

“Oh, you sweet summer child-”

“My birthday is in November.” 

“I'd take another hard look if I were you,” Will hummed knowingly.  

“Can't you just tell me?”

“And take the joy of realizing it for yourself from you? Never.” 

“Will-” 

“Zahir,” they mocked.

“I really need to get back to work.” 

“This won’t take long.”

Zahir sighed, but resumed the video anyway. His frustration grew as he tried to catch a glimpse of the lead dancer’s face- their movements too fast for the camera to get a clear shot. The quality maxing out at 360p didn’t help either. Luckily, whoever was filming decided to zoom in at the exact moment their- her- head popped up. “No way- is that-”

“Yup.”

“But she’s-”

“I know.” 

"How'd you even find this?"

Will grinned smugly. "I have my ways. And a lot of downtime between meetings."

Her hair was much longer, falling just over her lower back. In the time he’s worked at Park & Davis, he’d never seen her with straight hair. Forget about the carefree expression plastered on her face- which admittedly hadn’t changed much. But there was no mistaking it, that was-

“What are you two doing?” Enid’s commanding tone disrupted the peace between them. Will slammed the power button, shutting off the video before pocketing their phone. 

“Uh- nothing?” Zahir answered meekly. 

She crossed her arms. “Did you get the files for Morrison?”

“Well- not yet-”

“So not only have you not done the one task I gave you, you’re choosing to hide out in the file room. Is that right?”

“N-no,” he stammered, his brain on the fritz at Enid’s piercing stare. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

Words poured out of him like a running faucet. Babbling tended to be his default coping mechanism. “We represent some of the world’s biggest tech moguls. Blaire Hall, Khaan Mousavi, a third person I can’t name right now but I’m sure exists, yet we’re still slaves to this archaic form of documentation. Paper. Isn’t that ironic? The fact that we haven’t digitized all this is insane. We’d save space, time, trees-”

“Zahir,” Enid interrupted. 

“Yeah?”

“Get the files.” 

“Right away, Ms. Mendoza,” he squeaked out, spinning on his heels to get back to his game of Jenga.

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tag list: @ascindio, @choicesmc, @win-chan, @brycesgirl, @stars-are-within-me, @inlocusmads

[vikkirosko]

🗻 Frank Morrison x male!Reader headcanons Song 🔪

You and Frank have been friends for a long time and when you started dating, your relationship didn't change as much as anyone might have thought. Few people could have guessed that you were dating. You never talked about it openly, even though Frank wasn't shy about kissing you in front of others. However, few people at school knew about your relationship. Unlike him, you continued to study there, even though you often missed classes. It was from you that Frank learned that there would be a music competition at school

Upon learning about this, Frank couldn't help but chuckle and asked you if you planned to participate in this. Having heard a negative answer from you, he could not miss the opportunity to make fun of you and say that you are afraid to sing on stage. He knew that you played the guitar, your father taught you that once, but you didn't like to play or even sing in front of others. Frank was one of the few people you showed this hobby to. However, instead of a caustic phrase, he heard your indignant exclamation and the statement that you are not afraid of such stupidity. So your bet began, the result of which you could find out in a couple of weeks

He regretted your bet a couple of days later. You were busy preparing for the competition and every time he called you somewhere, you refused, claiming that you had to rehearse. It annoyed him. He wanted to spend time with you and not wait for the competition to finally end and you can spend time together again as before. Several times he thought about giving up your bet, but his pride did not allow him to do it

When the day of the contest finally came, Frank came to school as a visitor. It was unusual for him to be there again, especially among parents, teachers and students. He's been waiting a long time for you to finally come on stage, but so far anyone has come on stage but not you. He already thought that you really chickened out and decided not to perform. When he already thought that the contest was over, you finally came on stage. Your eyes met quickly and you grinned. The melody you started playing was unfamiliar to him and when you sang Frank felt his heart stop for a moment. He quickly realized that this song was about your relationship

You sang loudly, with a provocative grin on your lips, without being shy in your expressions. Frank saw the shock on the faces of parents and teachers. You weren't afraid that you might have problems after such a song, because of which some parents were in a hurry to cover the ears of their young children. When one of the teachers tried to stop you, you jumped off the stage laughing and you and Frank ran away together, unable to contain your laughter. Your hearts were pounding like mad and adrenaline was boiling in your blood. Frank couldn't wait for you to finally be in one of your shelters so he could tell you how much he liked your song, listen to it in its entirety and get a few kisses from you

[bitter69uk]

“More revered than actually listened to, model / actress / Warhol superstar Nico (née Christa Paffgen) began her musical career as the hidden razor blade in the Velvet Underground’s Halloween apple. Her icy beauty and bloodless Teutonic “singing” cut through the group’s cacophony with a soporific poignancy on 1967’s The Velvet Underground and Nico, where she was simply billed as “chanteuse.” It’s as apt a description as any for her sibilant, enunciatory mono-drone – and her enduring appeal. Nico left the group amicably; half the songs on Chelsea Girl, her ’67 solo debut, were written by Velvets Lou Reed, John Cale and Sterling Morrison. The other half include covers of Dylan’s “I’ll Keep It with Mine” and Tim Hardin’s “Eulogy to Lenny Bruce” and three songs written by her then-teenage accompanist (and roommate) Jackson Browne. In a merger of folk and neoclassical traditions, the LP’s artfully arranged guitars, strings and wind instruments provide both the rhythm (in lieu of bass and drums) and the melody. Nico’s bummed-but-not-unbowed vocals transform songs about small uncertainties and faint hopes into lush melancholia, the inspiration for many a rainy-day miserabilist. The title track, a seemingly blasé accounting of Chelsea Hotel residents who appear in Warhol’s film epic Chelsea Girls, is an exquisitely dreary time capsule, capturing the dark cloud inside Andy’s silver-lined Factory.”

/ David A Keeps in March 1995 issue of Details magazine /

56 years ago this month (October 1967), the late, great heroin-ravaged, wraith-cheekboned German diva, Velvet Underground chanteuse, actress, fashion model, Warhol Superstar, Moon Goddess and “Marlene Dietrich of Punk” Nico released her debut solo album Chelsea Girl. This sublimely gloomy glass-half-empty urban folk music makes for ideal autumnal listening. Is there any higher praise than "exquisitely dreary"?

[unreality-project]

" Fair. Thank you. "

"No problem!"

"So are we supposed to get going now, or...?"

"We're about to. Let's go now everyone."

*The group then continued on with exploring, with the pattern on the ceiling occasionally moving and distant screeches could be heard.*

"I've been wondering who that girl on the painting we saw earlier was."

"I have a super cool theory on who she might be, though! Trust me!"

[foxes-that-run]

Two Ghosts

In 5 - 7 minutes of Behind the Album there is footage of Harry working on the melody, lyrics and recording two ghosts in Jamaica in late 2016. He goes on to moving from 1D where his personal life was overexposed and wanting to write music that was successful without people knowing about his personal life. He has made a similar comment to Rolling Stone “I don’t know much about Van Morrison’s life, but I know how he felt about this girl, because he put it in a song. So I like working the same way.”

When was it written

On it's release in May 2017 Harry said it was written “almost 4 years ago now”. in Summer 2013, Midnight Memories had his first writing credits, Happily and Something Great, Style was not written then. While possible, Two Ghosts is more mature. I think he thought he “wrote too many songs about” her and changed the time.

By 2019 he'd moved on and he told Rolling Stone it was written for Made in the AM. (Summer, 2015.) That places it with Walking on the wind, if I could fly, Olivia and Perfect, which also refer to 1989. FTDT and Woman are the same period, but don’t have lyrics that ID them like two ghosts.

To me, Two Ghosts is about reflecting on a lost love. The premise os the song reflects the Style MV which has Harry and Taylor shot in a ghostly way. The Style MV was released Valentines Day 2015, the anniversary of them getting together in 2014.

It has only been played live once since 2018, on Valentines Day 2020, further indicated it may have been written on Valentines Day 2015. Harry choose it over Golden when promoting Fine Line on Radio 2's Valentines Show in 2020, (16 mins), the only time it's been played in 4 years now. Harry also played Joni Mitchell’s yellow taxi which Joni tweeted about the anniversary of.

1D was in Australia, HS was flat. Style was #6, named after him and with footage is intentionally reminiscent. Even more interesting that we never saw the Two Ghosts MV, though Taylor referenced it in Me!'s.

On holding it back to be Solo

From Rolling Stone: "Sometimes if you’re, like, telling a really personal story, then the voice changes every few lines; it doesn’t quite do the same thing. As the songs got more personal, I think I just became more aware that at some point there might be a moment where I would want to sing it myself.”

"A turning point was “Two Ghosts,” a ballad from his solo debut. “’Two Ghosts’ I wrote for the band, for Made in the A.M. But the story was just a bit too personal. As I started opening up to write my more personal stuff, I just became aware of a piece of me going, ‘I want to sing the whole thing.’ Now I look at a track list and these are all my little babies. So every time I’m playing a song, I can remember writing it, and exactly where we were and exactly what happened in my life when I wrote it."

Questions on who it’s about

Nick Grimshaw asked Harry (at 4:38) if it was about Taylor. Media trained, 5 year seasoned TS question dodger, Harry had an adorable reaction. He and Nick are friends, he’s being coy and laughing, answering “I think it’s pretty self explanatory” adding “I think it’s about, sometimes things change, and you can do all the same things, and sometimes it’s just different, you know? 2017, Philosopher, London, England.” Then he laughs and dances around.

Lyrics

Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it's not you and it's not me Tastes so sweet, looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can't touch what I see

The song clearly references Style, the music video for which was filmed in November 2014 while they were together and released in February 2015 after they broke up while he was in Australia.

The video is meant to be something he used to feel, that looks real but he can’t touch. It shows Taylor and Harry-stand-in with projections, playing with light and it’s interspersed with home video footage. The footage is thought to be shot in part by Harry, or at least wearing outfits she was pictured with him in.

We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

In the chorus moves from the reminder of the Video to the memory. Reflecting on looking at an idealised version of his relationship that’s now broken up and he’s grieving.

Taylor had referred to Harry as a ghost in How You Get The Girl “Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain”

The fridge light washes this room white Moon dances over your good side And this was all we used to need Tongue-tied like we've never known Telling those stories we already told 'Cause we don't say what we really mean

In the second verse Harry reflects on their downfall, a lack of communication.

Taylor refers to herself as tongue-tied in Message in a bottle on Red “and I became hypnotised/ by freckles and bright eyes, tongue tied”

Harry later refers to being still tongue-tied in Sunflower Vol 6. Taylor also sang about not saying what the mean in Wish you Would: “You think I'm gonna hate you now / ‘Cause you still don't know what I never said”

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

This may refer to being emotionally depleted, as in Ever Since New York: "Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news / There's no water inside this swimming pool"

Or it could refer to being in an ever shrinking microscope, Taylor later used a Snowglobe and Fishbowl in the Lover Video to represent being on display together.

[prettyqueerwitch]

My Spiritual Book TBR's

This is mainly for me to have a comprehensive list but also might help others in finding books to read!

Marked ♡ means I own the book

Read

• Witchery by Juliet Diaz

• The Green Witch by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

• Witch, Please by Victoria Maxwell

Currently Reading

To Be Read

♡ The Altar Within by Juliet Diaz

♡ Plant Witchery by Juliet Diaz

♡ Encyclopedia of Spirits by Judika Illes

• Encyclopedia of Witchcraft by Judika Illes

• Encyclopedia of Mystics, Saints, & Sages by Judika Illes

• Moon Magic by Diane Ahlquist

♡ The Moon Book by Sarah Faith Gottesdiener

♡ Magical Healing by Hexe Claire

• The Long Lost Friend by John George Hohman

• Hex and Spellwork by Karl Herr

♡ Witchcraft Medicine by Claudia Müller-Ebeling, Christian Rätsch, and Wolf-Dieter Storl

• How to Study Magic by Sarah Lyons

• Love is In The Earth by Melody

• Radical Remedies by Brittany Ducham

♡ Spiritual Ecology by Multiple People (Llewellyn)

♡ A Witch's Shadow Magic Compendium by Raven Digitalis

• The Witch at The Forests Edge by Christine Grace

• Six Ways by Aidan Wachter

♡ Honoring Your Ancestors by Mallorie Vaudoise

• Year of The Witch by Temperance Alden

♡ Weave The Liminal by Laura Tempest Zakroff

♡ The Book of Candle Magic by Madame Pamita and Judika Illes

• The Triumph of the Moon by Ronald Hutton

♡ Folk Witchcraft by Roger J. Horne

♡ Wild Witchcraft by Rebecca Beyer

♡ The Spiral Dance by Starhawk

• Spells for Change by Frankie Castanea

• Utterly Wicked by Dorothy Morrison

♡ Of Blood and Bones by Kate Freuler

♡ The Little Work by Durgadas Allon Duriel

• Entering Hekates Garden by Cyndi Brannen

• Entering Hekates Cave by Cyndi Brannen

• Nordic Runes by Paul Rhys Mountfort

• The Book of Spells by Ella Harrison

• Plants of the Devil by Corinne Boyer

♡ Besom, Stang, and Sword by Christopher Orapello, Tara-Love Maguire

♡ Inner Witch by Gabriela Herstik

♡ Psychic Witch by Mat Auryn

♡ The Black Arts by Richard Cavendish

• Blackthorn's Botanical Magic by Amy Blackthorn

• Astrology for Real Life by Theresa Reed

♡ Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom

• The Trotula by Monica H. Green

• Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

• Bringing Race to the Table: Exploring Racism in the Pagan Community by Crystal Blanton, Taylor Ellwood, and Brandy Williams

• God Against the Gods by Jonathan Kirsch

• Pure Magic by Judika Illes

• Folk Magic by Mari Silva

• Witches Herbal Primer by Amy Cesari

♡ New World Witchery by Cory Thomas Hutcherson

•Magical Folk Healing by DJ Conway

• The Pagan Book of Days by Nigel Pennick

♡ Lady of The Night by Edain McCoy

♡ Spellcraft for a Magical Year by Sarah Bartlett

♡ The Complete Lenormand Oracle Handbook by Catlín Matthews

♡ Natural Magic by Pamela Ball

♡ Rebel Witch by Kelly-Ann Maddox

♡ The Only Astrology Book You'll Ever Need by Joanna Martine Woolfolk

♡ Mastering Magick by Mat Auryn

♡ In-focus Crystals by Bernice Cockram

♡ The Complete Grimoire by Lidia Pradas

• The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells by Judika Illes

And that took a while but we're done! Will probably update this as I go <3

[e-dubbc11]

Next Song

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: One F-bomb (I think that’s it), yearning, a little angst, fluffy (maybe?)

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Summary: One night while on patrol, on top of a random apartment building, Matt hears the most beautiful sound and it’s coming from one of the apartments below his perch, it’s your singing voice.

A/N: So this is for my lovely Mindi @mindidjarin it’s based on her Matt thought the 1 I did change it slightly, I didn’t make the reader Matt’s neighbor, I really hope that’s ok 🤞 I also made a playlist to go along with this. I’ll put it in at the end after the tag list. I know it’s been awhile since I wrote for Matt, so I’m a little rusty, I’ve missed it. One more thing…my tag list. Because of the lack of interaction lately especially with my most recent fics for Matt, I will tag the people I think will be the most interested in it. I just don’t wanna waste anyones time if you’re not really into it.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The full moon illuminated the night sky, stars twinkled like tiny diamonds in the crisp fall air and even though he couldn’t see that the moon was full, he knew it was, he sensed it as he sat on his perch, atop your apartment building, waiting and listening for anyone that cried out for help.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had a feeling about tonight although he wasn’t quite sure what that feeling was yet, was it a good one? Was it a bad one? He still wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until he heard your feet lightly hit the floor and the music start to play that he felt his own heart skip a beat as you started to sing along with the music playing.

He tilted his head, trying to listen closely as to which apartment was yours. The Devil could hear the low melody of Van Morrison’s Crazy Love coming from your apartment, that voice sounded so familiar, he’s heard it before during another one of his nightly patrols, same song, same time of night. “She can’t sleep”, he thought to himself.

And then remembered hearing screams calling out into the darkness, interrupting the serenade you didn’t know you were performing for him, he had to leave you even though his heart hurt to do so. He didn’t want to but he had to, his city needed his help and he was the only one who could protect it.

Now he was back again, on the same rooftop where he heard the most beautiful voice that’s ever weaved its way through his ears, it was your voice, and he was hoping to hear you sing the whole song before he had to leave this time. The goosebumps danced across his skin as you sang…

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love. She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Was it a coincidence that he listened to the same song when he couldn’t sleep? On the rare occasions The Devil took a night off and when he just couldn’t drown out the sounds of his city, he would play that same song over and over again until his eyelids grew heavy and felt himself drift off, still feeling guilty that he didn’t go out that night but his body needed rest. He was human after all.

He had dreams also, dreams about hearing your angelic voice, he wanted to listen to it every day. Did you sing only when you couldn’t sleep? Or did you sing all the time? He wanted to know, he needed to know.

The Devil found himself taking detours on his way home from his day job, walking past your apartment building to see if you were home, and depending on the song playing he could tell what kind of mood you were in.

If you were in a playful mood, it was always some sort of Pop music, mostly Britney or one of the boy bands. The way you would move around your apartment, he could tell you were dancing too.

Oops, I did it again. I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby, Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I’m not that innocent

A sly smile spread across his face, his dimple on display for people to see as they walked past him on the sidewalk. He knew people were looking at him, wondering what the devilish grin was for but he didn’t care, listening to you made him smile.

A few times he would walk by in the morning, trying to find out what time you went to work and what time you came home from work. What time did you eat dinner? What time did you go to bed? And the question he really wanted answered…Were you seeing anyone?

It was early on his patrol one evening, he approached your rooftop, he finally solved the riddle as to which apartment was yours and your window was cracked open just a little. You were talking on the phone, your voice was sad, then angry, then sad again.

The Devil knew he shouldn’t be listening to a private conversation but he wanted to know who was making you upset. And then he heard it, he heard you say “What? So you love her? Is that what you’re telling me?! So not only did you cheat on me, you’re in love with the woman you cheated on me with! Fuck you!”

You were seeing someone, obviously not anymore. He heard you hang up on whoever you were talking to and burst into tears, he sat there for hours listening to you cry your heart out and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and tell you “It’s ok sweetheart. I’m here, I’ve got you.” But he couldn’t. He had saved his fair share of the people of Hell’s Kitchen from the evil that is out there on his streets but he couldn’t protect you from a broken heart.

He licked his lips and tilted his head, he heard you get up from the couch and turn your speaker on. What were you going to play this time? He didn’t recognize the song but it didn’t matter, even all cried out, your voice sounded beautiful to him.

Did you really think last night would last forever. Did you really think that guy hung the moon. Right now you hate yourself 'cause you knew better. But there's no use crying over spilled perfume

Your heart was broken, he could hear it, he felt your pain and after he moved onto the fire escape, he could taste the salt from your tears. The scent of lavender floated outside past him, your window was still ajar. It was probably your body wash or shampoo he was picking up, a light scent that wasn’t overpowering for him.

A cry from a few blocks away tore him away from you once again but before leaving, he whispered “It will be alright, angel. It will get better.” And he disappeared into the night.

The nights following that one were hard for The Devil, listening to you cry and sing sad songs, some he had never heard before like The One I Gave My Heart To, You Lost Me, Cry, Storm and Let Him Fly. He didn’t understand why he felt such anger towards the man that hurt you, to the man that broke your heart, he didn’t know him but how could someone hurt you like that?

He didn’t even know your name but the feelings he had for you were something he’s never experienced before. He heard people sing all the time, day and night, on patrol or just in passing on the street. So why was he being pulled so hard towards you? He still didn’t know.

1:30 AM, there it was again. Crazy Love. Another sleepless night for you, he caught himself humming along this time, thinking about maybe that could be your song that you could slow dance to together when neither one of you can sleep.

Or while you were cooking together listening to some old Motown like Bring It On Home to Me or Signed, Sealed, Delivered. He had daydreams of listening to you sing in the shower or cleaning the apartment. Those kinds of thoughts flooded his mind constantly and it was all based on what you sounded like, your happy voice, even your sad voice, and your singing voice. He couldn’t get enough.

The Devil never imagined he could find someone to share his life with, someone that could accept him, that would accept what he did. For some reason, he felt in his heart, that that person could be you.

He could tell you were feeling better about your break-up. The songs he heard you singing were upbeat. Songs like No Diggity, It Takes Two, California Love, and Hypnotize were turned up. You sounded adorable even singing along to rap songs.

One morning on his detour to work, walking past your apartment he heard you. Your window must have been open a little more than usual, either that or you were just singing I Wanna Dance With Somebody extra loud.

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me

This made him happy, the Devil stood outside against the lamp post listening to you belt out the lyrics, he could tell you were dancing and your heartbeat sounded healthy and happy. The song ended and the you shut your music off, he thought you must be leaving for work soon. He would come back and check on you again later.

The Devil left work later than usual that night. When he stepped outside, the cool autumn air hit his face and immediately jolted him awake and he couldn’t wait to hear what you were singing tonight.

As he got closer and closer to your apartment, he heard the sounds of Elvis playing and the aroma of chili cooking on the stove. The song that he heard you singing, he just couldn’t help but smirk.

You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise

You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the way you seemed

The Devil in Disguise…and, unknowingly, you were his angel. An angel in disguise that makes him feel better after a hard day, an angel that listens to the same song as he does when he can’t sleep. He also found himself listening to Crazy Love at other times of the day but it was your voice he heard, not anyone else’s. Did you have any idea how beautiful your voice was? There was a reason he found his way to your rooftop that first night and why that song? Out of an extremely large catalog of songs in the world, why did you both choose that one? The Devil would love to ask his angel that question someday.

On his walk into work one morning, the Devil didn’t hear any music coming from your apartment which was strange. It was 8 AM, he knew you didn’t leave for work until at least 8:30, so why wasn’t your music on? Why weren’t you singing? He heard your heartbeat though, you were close, very close. At a steady pace, you were walking down the stairs to come outside. Oh no…But it was too early.

His heart started to race, he started to feel extremely nervous, and found it difficult to catch his breath. You were coming closer and closer, he adjusted his red tinted glasses and gripped his cane, he waited patiently to determine which direction you were headed.

Facing the front of your building, the Devil felt you open the door, take two steps and turn to his left, your right. He caught the scent of your perfume, notes of Violet Leaf, Lemon, and Cardamom hovered in the air around him, while the base notes of Musk, Cashmere Wood, and White Cedar Extract gave him the impression you enjoyed wearing cologne rather than perfume. The scent was intoxicating, sunny and cool like an early autumn morning, just like it is right now.

He followed closely behind you, one block, then two when the aroma of coffee caught his attention. The Devil stood behind you in line, listening to your heart rate beating a little faster from the walk and being in close proximity to others, luckily it wasn’t busy so it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. He listened as you ordered your coffee…”Coffee flavored coffee, light cream and one sugar, please.”

Even the way you ordered coffee was beautiful, your voice was so soothing and tender, he could tell you were smiling while placing your order, and he waited for the barista to ask for your name, time seemed to stand still for him waiting to hear it. The voice inside his head kept repeating over and over again, ask for her name, ask her. I need to know my angel’s name. The barista finally asked you…”Name please.” Here it comes…

“Oh it’s y/n.” You answered and you stepped off to the side.

The Devil finally had a name to go along with your beautiful voice, and he was so distracted by your name that he didn’t notice at first the barista asking him for his order. He gave his order and stepped aside, next to you, he noticed you were humming, his suit jacket brushing against your leather jacket. He felt your heart jump, maybe he startled you, and you went back to humming. Finally, he recognized the song.

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey. You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy. And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

He was resting his hands on the counter when they called out your name. Taking your coffee, he could have sworn you paused for a moment to look at him and smile. You didn’t know he could sense you were doing that, he knew you took a sip before walking out, before he had the chance to say anything to you, you were gone.

The woman behind the counter, calling out names said “Oh no, she forgot her wallet.”

The Devil somehow knew she was talking about you, she gave him his coffee and he said he’d return the wallet before you got too far away. He stepped out of the coffee shop, shut out everything around him except for your heart beat, you were at the corner and still humming Tennessee Whiskey.

He picked up his pace a little, and before he knew it, you were directly in front of him. The Devil took a deep breath before calling out your name.

“Excuse me, y/n? You forgot your wallet at the coffee shop.” And he held out your wallet for you to take. You grazed his fingers as you took it from his hands, your skin was soft and warm even on this chilly morning.

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t sleep very well last night so my mind is somewhere else.”

He already knew that.

Confused, you asked “How…how did you know my name? And how…how did you know where I was if…if you can’t see me?”

With a devilish grin, he flashed his dimple at you and chuckled “They called out your name for your coffee order. And because you were humming the same song waiting for your drink.”

He could tell you were slightly embarrassed but you laughed it off. “Right…sleep deprivation is real.”

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen just kept smiling, he was very much in love with you even though you had no idea who he was but oh he loved you. He loved your music, he loved to listen to you speak, even listening to you cry, it broke his own heart but he’s never heard anyone “cry pretty” before, like the song you played one night said…

You can pretty lie. And say it's okay. You can pretty smile. And just walk away. Pretty much fake your way through anything. But, you can't cry pretty

But to him, you did exactly that…”Cry Pretty”

He could tell you were staring at him, from his shoes, to his suit, then to the cane and to the glasses and your heart was racing. He could tell that you liked him.

It didn’t matter what you were talking about, you could be reading signs on the sides of buses for all he knew and it would still sound melodic, lovely, and calming.

You spoke again.

“Thank you again for returning this. Is there any way I can repay you Mister…?

He was finally going to tell you his name. “Murdock…My name is Matt Murdock.”

He could tell you were smiling again, you bit down on your bottom lip before replying. “Well it’s nice to meet you Matt Murdock. I’m y/f/n y/l/n, I guess we’ve been properly introduced now.”

His licked his bottom lip and tried to keep from fidgeting. “I guess we have, y/n. I guess we have. If you’d like to get a drink after work, I’m free.” He panicked a little, what if you said no?

“I’d love to.” You replied.

The Devil smiled again. “Great, because I really like the sound of your voice.” He could tell you were blushing and maybe he was too.

The Devil hoped he would be able to listen to his Angel sing many more times during the course of his life, for the rest of his life and he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of having a life with you.

He prayed that you would never stop singing even after he was gone because he had to go before you, he just had to. He just couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world where he would never hear your beautiful voice again. He hoped that he would never have to.

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[ask-sebastian]

Thank you for responding so thoroughly to my little music question last night. I too, live almost entirely for the lyrics of a song. Melody has to vibe but the meaning of the song is within the poetry of the lyrics. I'm very much a bookish sort, and I have the impression that you are too. I'm trying to psych myself up to read "Song of Achilles". Do you have any books that you have enjoyed - from now or past? I understand that Hogwarts curriculum already requires a lot of reading, but it would still be interesting to hear your opinion.

It was my pleasure, darling, and your astute impression of me is correct. I cannot imagine what gave me away. *cheeky smile*

I am a lover of music and the written word in equal measure. Sadly, life such as it is, it has been a shamefully long time since I have read much for pleasure. Seems the number of books I wish to read and the time in which I have to read them are inversely proportional.

"Song of Achilles" is on my list as well. Perhaps we shall finally tackle it together? I've enjoyed many books from many different genres -- fiction and nonfiction alike. I enjoy anything that will engage my mind and emotions, be it fanciful, factual, or thought-provoking.

Not sure if there is a specific genre you were curious about, but here's a short list of long-time favourites, in no particular order:

The Picture of Dorian Grey - Oscar Wilde

Number the Stars by Lois Lowry

The Odyssey - Homer

The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brönte

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky

Oedipus Cycle - Sophocles

Dangerous Liaisons by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Dickens (A Christmas Carol, Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities)

Shakespeare (anything)

Austen (anything)

Steinbeck's short novels

Jazz by Toni Morrison

Virginia Woolf (To the Lighthouse and A Room of One's Own)

Edgar Allen Poe's short stories (including but not limited to: The Cask of Amontillado, The Fall of the House of Usher, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Masque of the Red Death, The Purloined Letter, The Tell-Tale Heart)