#neely laurie

[gotaletter-archive]

Closed starter for Laurie! (@creatureshrieks)

Dying here was never easy.

When James had arrived in the Entity's realm, he hadn't been sure what to expect. To be honest, when he took his first breath after spending so long underwater, his first thought wasn't "Great! I get to do this again, and again! Forever!" But that was his life now. Was this some form of punishment? Maybe the writing on the wall at Neely's was right. Maybe he actually went to a different place than Mary.

But there were others here. Others like him. Well, maybe not exactly like him. Survivors. Killers. The Entity. It was all very strange. He barely had enough time to parse through all the information before he was running for his life, forced to fix machines in order to open exit gates just to rinse and repeat. Everything was a blur. That is, until he met Laurie Strode.

She was a young woman, barely out of her teens. If you had squinted hard enough, one could have almost mistaken them to be related. Maybe it was that idea that had made him put his life on the line for her. Maybe it was the idea that she didn't deserve any of this, and that a tainted man like him should take the final blow for innocence. Perhaps it was him trying to repent for what it was he had done to Mary: the woman he had wanted a child with. James wasn't really too sure himself.

Whatever it was, he hadn't expected anything in return. So when the young woman approached him later on by the shared campfire, needless to say he was speechless. In fact, he quickly averted his gaze, staring down at his boots as he fidgeted with his hands.

"... Hello." He offered.

[jxrm]

book log - 2024 (so far)

diva by daisy goodwin

the heiress by rachel hawkins

only if you’re lucky by stacy willingham

the chateau by jaclyn goldis

just stay away by tony wirt

the other mothers by katherine faulker

middle of the night by riley sager

the disappearance of astrid bricard by natasha lester

every time i go in vacation, someone dies by catherine mack

the last caretaker by jessica strawser

just for the summer by abby jimenez

house of glass by sarah pekkanen

the mayor of maxwell street by avery cunningham

first lie wins by ashley elston

the phoenix crown by kate quinn

murder road by simone st. james

the fury by alex michaelides

happiness falls by angie kim

the house of last resort by christopher golden

run rose run by dolly parton

the chalice of the gods by rick riordan

there should have been right by nalini singh

the mysterious case of the alperton angels by janice hallet

darling girls by sally hepworth

the pieces around us by leigh fields

love, theoretically by ali hazelwood

the teacher by frieda mcfadden

x by jack croxell

iron flame by rebecca yarros

the only suspect by louise candlish

throwback by maurene goo

the housemaid is watching by frieda mcfadden

zara hossain is here by sabina khan

slice by angie caedis

the ways of the dead by neely tucker

orphan train by christina baker

a court of silver flames by sarah j. mass

come and get it by kiley reid

the drowning woman by robyn harding

when i bleed: poems about endometriosis by maggie bowyer

the house in the pines by ana reyes

only say good things by crystal hefner

the mother-in-law by sally hepworth

daughter of mine by megan miranda

lore olympus: volume four by rachel smythe

this time it’s real by ann liang

anna o by matthew blake

the girl with the louding voice by abi dare

where the forest meets the stars by glendy vanderah

a friend in the dark by samantha m. bailey

the wife app by carolyn mackler

howl’s moving castle by diana wynne jones

the spanish love deception by elena armas

divide by jessa russo

lies and weddings by kevin kwan

the foxhole victory tour by amy lynn green

dying to tell by keri beevis

my father, the panda killer by jamie jo hoang

the wedding party by l.r. jones

girl gone mad by avery bishop

starter wife by bethany lopez

the queens of new york by e.l. shen

theater lovers by ciara blume

once upon a broken heart by stephanie garber

the surrogate mother by frieda mcfadden

crying in h mart by michelle zauner

don’t forget to write by sara goldman confino

the next girl by carla kovach

the paradise problem by christina lauren

ivy league liars by grace costello

every summer after by carley fortune

the ballad of never after by stephanie garber

a curse of true love by stephanie garber

the devil’s storybooks by natalie babbit

expiration dates by rebecca serle

the murmur of bees by sofia segovia

growing up hadley by dana harp

the vacation by john marrs

rum punch regrets by anna kemp

the five-star weekend by elin hilderbrand

people to follow by olivia worley

the treasure hunters club by tom ryan

you shouldn’t be here by lauren thoman

trophy wife by bethany lopez

seven summers by paige toon

veridian sterling fakes it by jennifer gooch

the friendship club by robyn carr

women of good fortune by sophie wan

the smuggler’s apprentice of guatemala by lachlan page

this summer will be different by carley fortune

natural selection by elin hilderbrand

the passengers by john marrs

asap by axie oh

island of shadows by christopher kvintus

swan song by elin hilderbrand

lore olympus: volume five by rachel smythe

blue hawaiian by carla luna

the villain edit by laurie devore

hermione granger and the order of the phoenix by sara baines-miller

the hotel nantucket by elin hilderbrand

bummer camp by ann garvin

pink glass houses by asha elias

cut and thirst by margaret atwood

the exception to the rule by christina lauren

#crimetime by jeneva rose

incidents around the house by josh malerman

the mistress by valerie keogh

kiki’s delivery service by eiko kadono

when we were friends by jane green

the honey-don’t list by christina lauren

worst wingman ever by abby jimenez

the perfect couple by elin hilderbrand

home is where the bodies are by jeneva rose

the only good indians by stephen graham jones

roar by cecelia ahern

the wedding people by alison espach

look in the mirror by catherine steadman

fit to die by daniel kalla

uglies by scott westerfield

hideaway by nicole lundrigan

the fortune teller by natasha boydell

crazy rich asians by kevin kwan

the wish by nicholas sparks

how the penguins saved veronica by hazel prior

the plus one by s. c. lalli

the haters by robyn harding

china rich girlfriend by kevin kwan

rich people problems by kevin kwan

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Amazing Grace: Jeff Buckley

Date: Apr. 4, 2005

Author: Dennis Harvey

(DOCU)

A Once and Future Prods. presentation. Produced by Nyla Bialek Adams, Laurie Trombley. Executive producer, Peter Adams.

Directed by Nyla Bialek Adams, Laurie Trombley. Camera (color/B&W, digiBeta), Adams; editors, Adams, John Neely; music, Jeff Buckley; sound designer (Dolby Digital), Dan Olmstead. Reviewed at Cinequest, San Jose, March 9, 2005. Running time: 62 MIN.

With: Sebastian Bach, David Browne, Chris Cornell, Shane Doyle, David Fricke, Mickey Grondahl, Mary Guibert, Matt Johnson, Parker Kindred, Duncan Sheik, Michael Tighe, Hal Willner, Jimi Zhivago.

Mysteriously drowned at age 30 in 1997, singer-songwriter Jeff Buckley left behind just one completed studio album, the remarkable 1994 "Grace." That was enough to ensure him a still-growing cult audience, as well as more posthumous tie-in sales than any late rock legend since Jimi Hendrix. Electrifying performance footage in "Amazing Grace" underlines the sense that a great talent was lost. But this less-than-definitive docu portrait works overtime abetting his tragic hero mythology, worshipping the artist but omitting insight into the man. That lack could be fixed with expansion of the brief runtime, making specialized theatrical play more likely.

Leaping past Buckley's early years, the pic suggests he sprang fully formed upon moving to NYC in 1990--an impression shared by the loyal following he soon developed at Sin-e and other under-the-radar clubs. His passionate performing style, insinuating songs and extraordinary voice--swooping pitch-perfect from growl to falsetto to Middle Eastern-style ululation--soon attracted a major-label bidding war, then fast assembly of a backing band.

Acclaimed "Grace" release led to an 18-month international tour, after which Buckley ditched the spotlight for Memphis, where he struggled to come up with a satisfying sophomore disc. That effort was cut short by an impromptu river swim from which he never emerged, apparently caught by riptides.

Seen in interview and promo clips, the handsome performer comes off as even younger than his years, somewhat self-consciously striking vague tortured-artist postures he might soon have outgrown. ("I think too much. ... there's too much to know, too much at stake. ... Life is bigger than anything.") His reportedly playful side off-stage is just briefly glimpsed. These affectations are forgotten, however, in the live or live-in-studio sequences where he performs hair-raising versions of his songs and his signature cover, Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah."

Fellow musicians, fans and friends offer plaudits but little insight. Even Buckley's mother, Mary Guibert, speaks of him as if describing a remote, intangible genius, cryptically referring to his occasional "troubled" moments and "dark days." As if the whiff of pretentious obfuscation weren't already apparently enough, pic ends with a quote from Pushkin.

Archival materials are of variable quality, but remain the unquestionable highlight of this competently assembled package.

Copyright: COPYRIGHT 2005 PME Holdings, LLC d/b/a Variety Media LLC

From: Variety (Vol. 398, Issue 7) Type: Movie review

[unfortunate-arrow]

Not Fine

[Featuring Wendy @drinkyoursoupbitch, Neely @cursebreakerfarrier, and Montague @montaguehphm.]

The sunlight was nearly blinding and Conor O’Donnell squeezed his eyes shut. He reached blindly onto his nightstand, accidentally knocking things off, until he wrapped his fingers around his aviator sunglasses. He blindly shoved them on and sat up. He quickly lay back down, though, as a wave of nausea swept through his body. Once it passed, he stood up quickly, hoping to avoid another wave of nausea. He didn’t. His body swayed and he leaned heavily against one of the posts of his four poster bed. He reached into his trunk and pulled out clothes at random. He ended up with a pair of gray trousers, a white dress shirt and his Ravenclaw tie. He grabbed his bag, and after shoving his eyeglasses into one of the front pockets, slung it across his shoulder. 

He stumbled his way down the stairs to the great hall, stopping only to ride out a few waves of nausea. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before opening again. Once in the Great Hall, he swallowed back the nausea as the smells of breakfast overwhelmed him. Conor stumbled his way to the table where his siblings and a few of their friends were.

“Whoa, Con, you look like something the cat dragged in,” his brother, Ryan, commented. 

“Suck me, Ry. Suck me,” Conor snarled, reaching across the table for a piece of toast. 

“What crawled up your…?” 

“Ryan! Leave him alone for a few minutes,” his sister, Sara exclaimed. 

“I’m not wrong, though. He looks like something the cat dragged in.” 

Conor bit into the piece of toast as his siblings dissolved into bickering. It settled like a rock in his stomach, so he dropped the rest onto the table. He rode another wave of nausea as he stood, but if he didn’t get out of here, he was sure that he was going to vomit and that wouldn’t be pretty. 

He turned around and quickly walked away from the table, swallowing as a combination of nausea and a pounding in the back of his head attacked his body. He swayed and Sara’s hands landed on his shoulders. 

“Conor, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked carefully.

“F-f-f-f-f-fine,” Conor answered, his cheeks flaming.

“Then why are you wearing sunglasses and not your regular glasses?” 

“No-no r-r-r-reason.” 

“Okay. But you can tell me if you’re not feeling well. You don’t look very good.” 

“I’m f-f-f-fine.” 

Sara nodded but looked at him skeptically and let him go. Conor shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way through the hallways to his first class. 

Classes went well until arithmancy. He had been bugged a little about his glasses and the fact that he was paler than normal. Wendy had been the one who badgered him the most during their classes about both his glasses and his loss of color. Then again, to most people he probably didn’t look all that different. It was that Irish paleness, after all. Although, Conor didn’t have the dark hair that his father had had to make him look even paler. 

“Alright, we will be breaking down into groups of four. So please listen for your last name as I group you off,” Professor Sinistra said. 

Conor closed his eyes. The pounding in his head had only gotten worse as the day had gone by and he was seriously considering switching to his eyeglasses. The only debate was either increasing the nausea or having a killer headache. 

“Group 5: Donohue, Gordon, Laurie, and O’Donnell,” she called. 

He stood up and swallowed the nausea back as the pounding in his head worsened. He walked to the corner where a familiar head of blue hair was with two other boys with dark hair. Conor dropped himself into the seat next to Wendy and rubbed his temples. 

“Headache?” Wendy asked and he nodded. “You know if you wore your glasses you wouldn’t have a headache.” 

Conor sighed and dug into the front pocket of his bag. He set the case down on the table and opened it. He pulled out the sleek black frames and placed the aviator glasses into the case instead before sliding the normal eyeglasses on. 

“So, should we introduce ourselves properly? I mean obviously I recognize you as we’re all Ravenclaws, but I’m not totally sure I know your names,” one of the boys, the one with glasses whose name Conor couldn’t quite remember said. 

“Sure. I’m Wendy Gordon,” Wendy said. 

“I’m Montague Donohue, but you could call me Monty, if you’d like.” 

“I’m Neely Laurie,” the other boy said. 

“C-Conor O’Donnell,” Conor said, the heat rising in his cheeks. 

The four teens spread out their notes on the two tables and turned to the board. Conor waved a piece of parchment and loosened his tie. Damn, it’s really fecking hot in here, he thought. His cheeks were still fairly flushed and Wendy shot him a concerned glance. Once Professor Sinistra had finished explaining their project, she turned to him. 

“You still look like crap,” she said. 

“I’m f-f-fine,” Conor said. 

“If you say so. So the project.” 

It didn’t take long for the four teens to start working on the project. It wasn’t too difficult, but the numbers were starting to swim before his eyes. It also felt like the temperature in the room had dropped fifty degrees and the pounding in his head was getting louder. 

“F-f-f-f-f-f-f shit,” Conor swore as the word got stuck. 

Wendy laughed, while Montague and Neely looked slightly horrified and confused. 

“You lads have heard him swear before right?” Wendy asked and the two boys shook their heads. 

“You swear often?” Neely asked. 

“J-just when the-the words get s-s-st-st-stuck. Shit,” Conor answered. 

“He usually will use shit or feck or occasionally fuck. He’ll even swear in Irish,” Wendy said, smirking. 

Conor rolled his eyes, and rubbed his temples with his index fingers. He slid his glasses down for a moment. Black spots dashed across his vision, and he slid his eyes shut. He could make out Wendy and Neely and Montague talking, but it all sounded like it was underwater. He opened his eyes again and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Damn, I think I have a migraine, he thought. The heat in the room increased again and Conor untied his tie a second time, letting the silky material dangle around his neck. He glanced down at the paper again and the world went black. 

~

The room was bright and Conor squinted, his eyes trying to adjust to the sudden influx of light. The only problem, once he’d adjusted to the sudden brightness, was that everything was very blurry. Someone handed him his glasses and he slid them on. The hospital wing, shit, he thought. There were six people around his bed; Ryan, Cara, Sara, Wendy, Neely, and Montague. 

“W-what happened?” Conor asked. 

“You passed out, mate. Professor Sinistra asked Montague, Neely and I to take you to Madam Pomfrey,” Wendy said. 

“She had to cool you down before administering the pepper-up potion. Your temperature was 103!” Montague exclaimed and Conor winced, only partially because of the headache that, thankfully, had very much lessened. 

“Yeah, Professor Sinistra is giving us until next week to finish the project,” Neely added. 

“You’re an idiot, Con, that’s what happened,” Ryan said and Conor couldn’t help but offer his brother the middle finger. Ryan, naturally, returned it. 

“You know you can tell people if you don’t feel well,” Sara said, squeezing his hand. Huh, Conor hadn’t even realized that she was holding his hand. 

“It’s like his damn eyesight,” Cara said and Conor glared at her. 

“I’m fine now!” he snapped. 

[therealmrpositive]

Dumb and Dumber To (2014)

In today's review, I find that decades are not enough to slow down some good comedy. As I attempt a #positive review of the 2014 long-awaited sequel, Dumb and Dumber To #JimCarrey #JeffDaniels #DaltonEGray #RobRiggle #LaurieHolden #DonLake #KathleenTurner

The ever-forward march of time can be the worst enemy to comedy, jokes can fall out of favour, age may reduce a performers dexterity and ability, and audiences can simply move on. Though sometimes there is a clamour for a reunion, and sometimes the spark can remain even after all those years. In 2014, Harry and Lloyd, once again, go on a zany road trip, to rekindle the humour from all those years…

[montaguehphm]

My MC Neely and Montague for the crackship ask? (cursebreakerfarrier)

Okay, this looks like a sweet crack ship waiting to happen. Let’s do this. 👀

Moneely

Okay, let's set the sexualities aside here for a bit (I'm assuming Neely's straight based on what I've seen on his profile). I think Monty and Neely would work well as friends or boyfriends.

For one, they share some glaring similarities: intelligence, creativity, snark, humor, resilience, and flirtatiousness. Perhaps they're both touchy as well, and I'm quite sure Monty would love to give Neely back hugs when they become close enough. They also share a common hatred for Professor Snape. Additionally, they're both half-bloods, so they can easily visit each other and spend time together during the summer. They're also both Ravenclaws, which makes it easier for the two to spend time with each other inside the castle. The only difference is that Neely's the more athletic one, while Monty doesn't do well with sports but will support the former's Quidditch endeavors regardless. Imagining their dynamics, it would be like watching two old friends who have been so long comfortable with one another that they should practically just get married.

Speaking of marriages, Monty and Neely would have a quite undeniable chemistry as boyfriends. They enjoy bantering flirtatiously and playfully with the other, trying to get the other to blush (which takes forever because neither likes to back down that easily). They're also quite affectionate with one another (once Monty becomes comfortable enough instead of holding himself back in public), not ones to hold back on hugs, hand-holding, kisses, and even cuddles in the dorm.

Their flaws come from Neely's stubbornness and Monty's masking how he really feels. Between the two, Neely's more prone to sticking to what he thinks is right, compared to Monty who'll want to explore every facet of the situation before making a move. Monty's tendency to hide his emotions with humor gets a bit annoying for the caring Neely, who just wants his boyfriend to be honest not only with Neely but also with himself. Regardless, both of them understand where the other comes from and they work through it.

Whether as friends or as romantic partners, they seem like they'll protect each other relentlessly. Neely's willing to punch someone who tries to come for Monty, while Monty will just say one word and it's over for the offender.

Overall, I think they could work out well in the long run and have a great long-term friendship or relationship.

[what-fresh-hell-can-this-be]

June Reading List

The Great Plains by Ian Frazier

Affinity by Sarah Waters

Love Her Madly by Mary-Ann Trone Smith

Back Spin by Harlan Coben

Always Watching by Chevy Stevens

The Twelve by Justin Cronin

Close My Eyes by Sophie McKenzie

On Call In Hell by Dr. Richard Jadick

The Ways of The Dead by Neely Tucker

Empire of Sin: a story of sex, jazz, murder and the battle for modern New Orleans by Gary Krist

The Investigator: fifty years of uncovering the truth by Terry Lenzner

The Mansion on the Hill: Dylan, Young, Geffen, Springsteen, and the head-on collision of rock and commerce by Fred Goodman

A Season In Time by Todd Denault

So Cold The River by Michael Koryta

A Darker Place by Laurie King

Kill the Boy Band by Goldy Moldavsky

If Walls Could Talk by Juliet Blackwell

After Long Silence by Helen Fremont