#tremblay sisters

[surpriserose]

River monsters mentioned for the river monsters mutuals

[autoneurotic]

variety is truly the spice of life….i spent most of my life firmly locked into several interests (books and music) and limiting myself to specific genres and just re-reading and repeating the same books and albums over, this year i’ve been expending my horizons musically into hip hop/motown/electronica and i’ve been working through both new and classic horror novels it’s so fun

[mangosimoothie]

i love cooper but that is too manyyyy white inlaws for aja sksksks

PLS 😭 😭

valid

[dyke-o-matic]

So you saw fell in love with Lily Gladstone in Killers of the Flower Moon and now you want her on your screen as much as possible? I’m here to help.

Certain Women directed by Kelly Reichardt

This was the first time I saw Lily Gladstone in anything and I screamed about her specifically for days. The film is segmented into three stories about women living in the northwestern plains region of the US. All three segments are good, but Lily Gladstone’s is by far my favorite. She plays a ranch hand who starts sitting in on a night school law class when she develops a crush on the teacher, played by (bonus!) Kristen Stewart.

Certain Women is streaming on The Criterion Channel, AMC+, and Kanopy (Kanopy is free!). It is also available to rent on the major platforms.

The Unknown Country directed by Morrisa Maltz

This movie is stunning. Think Nomadland but even more stripped down. Lily Gladstone plays a character on a roadtrip to reunite with her estranged family after the death of her grandmother. Along the way she tries to learn more about who her grandmother was in life and reconnect with her memory. A lot of the film is unscripted, and breathtaking shots of the western US landscape punctuate the brief encounters she has at each stop on her journey.

The Unknown Country is available to rent on the major platforms such as Apple TV, Amazon, and YouTube.

Quantum Cowboys directed by Geoff Marslett

This one’s for the multiverse fans. A really fun romp that might make your head hurt if you think about it too hard. Lily Gladstone plays a character in the 1870’s southwest who encounters a pair of travelers stuck in a time loop (sort of). She enlists their help (sort of) in a plan to recover land that was taken from her and in return helps them in their attempt to break their cycle. Most of the film is rotoscope animation, so it’s a completely different type of a performance from Lily Gladstone. I had the extraordinary luck of meeting her at a festival screening last year and they said it was such a fun deviation from their usual hyper realistic work.

Quantum Cowboys is available to rent on major platforms such as Apple TV, Amazon, and YouTube.

Fancy Dance directed by Erica Tremblay

The most recent Lily Gladstone film to blow me away, and maybe my favorite film of 2023. Lily Gladstone plays a character who has been trying to find her missing sister while simultaneously providing care for her sister’s daughter. When it appears she may lose custody, the two hit the road to search for the teen’s mother. It’s sad and sweet and beautiful. I have to warn that the subject matter is heavy and all too real but that’s why it’s an important story. It’s about something that is so pervasive, yet people outside of the community affected turn a blind eye to it.

Fancy Dance will be distributed by Apple this year, exact dates tba. It will be available in theaters and on Apple TV+. Erica Tremblay previously directed Lily Gladstone in the short film Little Chief, which can be found on Vimeo.

[goryhorroor]

Hi! No idea of this is your wheelhouse at all, but do you have any recs for horror novels? In particular more modern books. Not sure if this is your thing at all so no worries if the answer is no, just curious! Have a lovely day!!

sure! these are some of my favorites

Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Whisper by Chang Yu-ko, but you can find the translation by Roddy Flagg

Our Share of Night by Mariana Enriquez, translation by Megan McDowell

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

The Hole by Pyun Hye-Young, translation by Sora Kim-Russell

You've Lost a Lot of Blood by Eric LaRocca

My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay

Bad Cree by Jessica Johns

Orpheus Builds a Girl by Heather Parry

The Shadow of Book of Ji Yun, translated by Yi Izzy Yu & John Yu Branscum

Cursed Bunny by Bora Chung, translated by Anton Hur

Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin

The Book of Accidents by Chuck Wendig

A Good House for Children by Kate Collins

Motherthing by Ainslie Hogarth

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enriquez, translated by Megan McDowell

The Grip of It by Jac Jemc

The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward

Through the Woods by Emily Carroll

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

The Gingerbread Men by Joanna Corrance

Sisters by Daisy Johnson

The Lonely by Andrew Michael Hurley

Served by Scott Snyder, Scott Tuft & Attila Futaki

The Lost Ones by Anita Frank

Wilder Girls by Rory Power

Wylding Hall by Elizabeth Hand

From Below by Darcy Coates

The Fisherman by John Langen

[verypersonalscreencaps]

Following her sister’s disappearance, Jax and her niece Roki must stick together. Desperate to keep what’s left of their family intact, Jax and Roki defy the law and hit the road on a journey to the Grand Nation Powwow in Oklahoma City.

FANCY DANCE (2023, dir. Erica Tremblay) with LILY GLADSTONE & ISABEL DEROY-OLSON

Coming to select theaters June 21, and to Apple TV+ June 28.

[under-theweirwood]

o'knutzy week day two!

a little angst, a little tremblay sibling bonding, a little emotional hurt/comfort. @oknutzyweek2023 && @lumosinlove cred4ever

(note: vaincre spoilers! set sometime after logan's move)

Sydney wasn’t Logan’s first choice sister for emotional support. She was his first choice sister for lake days and horror movies and practicing shootouts but not usually affairs of the heart. Noelle was better at that, or even Aubrey. Sydney was maybe a bit too much like Logan. 

But she was the one in Manhattan, the one who had called him, interrupted his usual pastime of laying in his empty apartment being sad, telling him that she was in town for one night because a game got rescheduled and she wanted to check on her little brother. The little brother in question might have gotten choked up a little just hearing her familiar accent, the slight nasal in her voice, the clack of her nails when she put the phone on speaker and typed in his address.

And then she was there after practice, like they were kids and they’d just finished up practice on the same rink.

“Lolo,” she’d yelled, sounding the same she’d always sounded, waiting outside for him to finish getting changed. She was so much the way she always was that it almost made Logan cry again. He stayed choked up even while he shushed her, gave her a tight hug, and knocked her beanie askew just to make her scowl. 

He was drained, from practice and from not sleeping and missing Finn and Leo every second of the day. She was tired too, her season just as much underway back in Canada as his was. And Logan knew she didn’t really need to come into town, could have gone up a day early for her next game. She came to check on him because she loved him, because he could try not to call his boys but he couldn’t ever hold back from calling his sisters.

They got coffee from the place just around the corner from Logan’s apartment, ordering the same drink that Finn had been calling sugar-water for years. Two iced mochas with cinnamon, almond milk. Lo and Syd, same as always. 

Logan even thought he had done a good job playing host, even just showing her the blue walls of the Rangers facility and the few restaurants and cafes the team had shown him. It wasn’t like it was her first time in the city, but still, it felt good to show her his little life there. To prove, maybe, that he was hanging in there. 

It got harder to keep his spirits up later in the day. By dinnertime, Logan’s phone had blinked up a few notifications from the boys, wrenching his heart a little each time. Outside the city was lit up but inside felt cold as ever. It felt silly to hang things on the walls of the apartment that was so not home, but that didn’t mean it felt good looking at all the blank, anonymous walls, the way that the space still looked exactly like it had when he toured. Dirty shoes and some duffels by the door, ready for practice, but that was about it. 

“Ouais, Lo, I’m making dinner.” Sydney clapped her hands, interrupting his moping, sliding into the open plan kitchen on her socked feet. “I know you must have something in this fancy apartment of yours.” 

Logan pulled himself off the couch and slid across the room to stand next to her by the cabinets. 

“I can make soup- for sure, I can make you some tomato soup.” Sydney pulled out the can, and turned to the fridge to see what else there was. Logan was almost sure there was some cheese, maybe some veggies. He planned to go to the store after practice the day before-- or two days earlier? But it was so easy just to order in, pick something up on the way home. And that was if he was hungry anyway. Sometimes his stomach just hurt too much in his empty apartment, and he just made tea and got into bed and tried to sleep. 

“Lolo, you really don’t have much here do you?” Sydney’s voice was soft when she looked over. The fridge was empty, just some condiments and half a burger growing mold in its styrofoam to-go container. 

Logan’s chest felt tight. There was his sister and his empty fridge and he couldn’t even make it to the grocery store to pick up some essentials. He was an adult and he didn’t even have milk on the shelf. 

“Your big boy NHL paycheck and you don’t even get some fruit?” Sydney was teasing him in her familiar way, but she must have been able to tell that something was suddenly wrong because her voice was soft, and then she was moving across the kitchen to wrap her arms around him. 

Logan tried to answer but all he got out was a kind of whimper. Sydney tightened her arms, shushing him gently. “I know, leaving Gryff has been hard on you, I know.” She was the same height as him- which Logan would deny, of course-- but just then he felt tiny, tucked into her side like a little kid. “Lolo, c’mon, it’s okay.” she shushed him gently, running her hands through his hair. 

He tried to breath slowly, calmly, but all he got out was another little sob. Logan didn’t know when he’d started crying, only that he felt suddenly unmoored, totally adrift. What was he doing in New York City, playing at being okay on his own? He wished he was in Gryff, of course, sandwiched between Finn and Leo on their couch, or even at home in the house he’d grown up in where nothing was ever more wrong than Sydney taking the last biscuit or running late to a practice.  

Sydney rubbed his back back comfortingly, one hand still in his hair as she guided him over to the couch and pulled him down so he was curled against her. “They shouldn’t have made you come here,” she said finally, when Logan finally caught his breath. 

“Ouais,” Logan sniffled. “They shouldn’t have, we were so good together.” He wasn’t sure if the ‘we’ was the lions, or Finn and Leo, or the Dumais kids clambering over him. It was all so good. 

Sydney understood, of course: Hockey was hockey, and they were lucky enough to have beaten the odds to play the game as a career. That meant giving up some security, though, accepting that a call could come from way up and change everything. 

Sydney paused in stroking hair hair, the way she did sometimes when she was deciding what to say. “You know,” she said slowly, “we never talked about it but I had to- when I got traded to Toronto Amber was still in Montréal. It was... a year, I think? Maybe two?” 

Logan sniffled, distracted for a second by what he thought Syd might be trying to tell him. 

“Amber your? Your friend from college?” He remembered Amber, he thought- all his sisters had been popular, bringing back friends for weeks in the summer and ski trips in the winter. Amber stood out, Sydney’s closest friend. She was taller than Logan and even more muscular that Sydney, with short hair and smooth dark skin. 

Sydney snorted out a laugh. “Lolo, my... friend? My friend from college?” She pulled away to raise both her eyebrows at him, speaking slowly like he was a toddler. 

Logan was confused. “You missed her when you played in different cities?” That made sense, it was always hard to go from sharing lines to facing someone across the ice. Logan hadn’t even really needed to do it until this, until now, but it loomed over the season. 

“Lo, you are so smart sometimes but also so dumb...” Sydney massaged the corners of her forehead, cracking up as she shook her head. “Amber my girlfriend? My girlfriend who I also had to do hockey long-distance with?” 

Logan blinked back at her. “You’re gay?” 

Sydney sighed exaggeratedly and flopped backwards on the couch. “Yes I am gay Logan I thought that when I brought my girlfriend of multiple years to our house for holidays that made it clear? Maybe when we lived together in Montréal? Maybe now that we literally own a house together I thought you would realize?” 

Logan sat back, considering. Parsed out like that, it did seem a little silly that he didn’t realize. But living together? He’d thought they were roommates, and he hadn’t actually spent more than a few hours in that apartment when he was visiting. And the house that they bought? That was harder to understand, but Logan had assumed it was like, a townhouse? Something with multiple apartments that they co-owned? Everyone talked about the high cost of housing, sharing didn’t seem too crazy. Once, he and Finn had talked about buying some house under the stars on a lake they could skate on. He and Finn... Logan sighed. It was coming together. 

“I guess I just assumed you were like me and Finn, really close friends?” Logan chewed his lip thoughtfully. 

Sydney threw her hands in the air. “Yes, Logan,” she said still speaking slowly. “Just like you and Finn. For example, together!” 

“You mean- this whole time, you’ve been gay?” Logan couldn’t believe it. He’d felt so alone, so broken, for so long. Even telling Noelle, telling his sisters about how he felt, it was a dark secret, a burden to be shared. Never did he think that he could have another queer sibling. 

“This whole time, Lolo,” Sydney rolled her eyes. “You were just too worried about your boy to think about it I guess. You think you all are the only queers in hockey?” 

“Sorry about that...” Logan felt bad as she said it. Of course he hadn’t noticed anything, he did spend all of college and most of his first year in the NHL obsessing over Finn, or obsessing over how to stop it.

“Oh, shh,” Sydney laughed, slouching against him as she pulled out her phone. “Aubrey and I were betting on if you had noticed anything last summer. She owes me a favor, I knew you weren’t paying any attention.” 

“Ugh,” Logan sighed. “I can’t believe you guys placed bets.” He’d been thoroughly distracted from his feelings by Sydney’s revelation, and now he felt embarrassed to be such a baby, not to mention for being clueless. Also, hungry. “So, dinner?” He imagined Leo, what Finn and him were no doubt sitting down to eat at home. It didn’t hurt as much as it would have an hour earlier, though, not with his sister splayed out on the couch next to him, making fun of him. 

“How about we order dinner, what about that?” Sydney was already scrolling through options on her phone. “Neither of us is really a cook, huh.” 

That made Logan snort out a laugh, even if he still had tears drying around his eyes. They’d burnt plenty of toast (and soup, and pasta, and...)  together growing up. 

“There’s good sushi here,” he said, leaning over to tap Sydney's screen when she scrolled past. 

“Bet,” she said, making him laugh with her exaggerated American accent. 

“Bet,” he parroted, “Ouais, let’s order, I’m hungry.” 

Later, they would talk about everything. About first crushes and first kisses, glances in locker rooms and hands held on busses to roadies, about feeling alone and then the magic of feeling alone together with someone special. Eventually, over the course of years, they would talk about what it meant to be queer kids growing up in hockey, about the women’s league and how things were different from the NHL and how things were the same. 

That night, though, they ate sushi, and slept side by side on Logan’s bed, curled around his laptop playing French cartoons from when they were kids.  For the first time since he moved in, Logan fell asleep easily, the familiar sound of his sisters breathing reminding him that he wasn’t alone. 

[veryspacecowboy]

Fic-O-Ween 2023!

Day 1: First Frost

Characters: Finn O'Hara

Ships: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay/Leo Knut (referenced)

Rating: General/Teen

"Mornings are for running and contemplations", featuring an autumn run from the mind of Finn O'Hara.

@noots-fic-fests for the prompt, @lumosinlove for the lovely boy(s)

Enjoy! :)

Alarm at 4:30.

(Pull himself away from the glorious warmth and snugglyness that is his boys in their wonderful bed.)

Gather clothes and put them on in the bathroom.

Check weather. 44° in Gryffindor currently, with a high of  68° at 3:00 PM.

Water bottle. Earbuds. Phone, wallet, keys.

Head out at 4:50.

Turn on your tracker.

Run.

It was cold, colder than it had been all week. They'd had a bit of a second summer the week before and now it seemed winter was fast approaching, even with all the tourists coming to New England for all the gorgeous fall colors. If the weather continued like this, Finn would need a gaiter for his face by November 1st.

His shoes hit the pavement in his warmup mile to the BeeGees and ELO. He left behind their house-- their house oh my god they have a house together and a mortgage and a water bill-- and approached the park only a few blocks away. Picked especially for easy walks with future little ones. Across the sprawling grass, Finn noticed a silver sheen sparkling under the laplight as he ran along the swaying trail. First frost, October 19th, two days earlier than last year. He'd have to tell Logan when he got home, he and his sisters tracked that sort of thing.

Warm up mile.

Change playlist, then 5 more miles.

Pause and stretch, consider which cafe to stop at to pick up breakfast-- or did Leo have plans?

Decide to stop in at Java Hut during the cool-down mile on the way home to get coffees and pastries. Yum.

Remember to call Alex soon.

Give kisses to the boys.

Finn arrived home-- home!-- with caffeine drinks and treats and 10 miles done today and fished his keys out of his zipped jacket pocket.

Open the door and go inside.

[awkawardmissie]

A small piece of my culture died today…

Karl Tremblay, from the band Les Cowboys Fringants (literally The Dashing Cowboys), has lost his battle against cancer a few hours ago, at 47 years old. He leaves behind his bandmates, his wife and their 2 kids.

I wasn’t a die hard fan of his band, but with a 25 year-long career, his songs were on the radio throughout the years of my (so far) short life, and sprinkled along key moments of my life and my nation’s history and social battles.

They were environmentalists, fiercely in favor of an independent Quebec, and very much left-wing. Their songs reflected that.

They were country, but also folk and rock.

He sang about love, about going shopping to Plattsburg, about welcoming your sister back after she moved out of home. But he also sang about preserving nature, and against consumerism. He sang about regular life, and how short it is.

It is indeed very short. His was too short.

I wasn’t a die hard fan, but I find myself crying every time I see a video or a post about him.

To quote a comment I saw on social media, heaven is too greedy.

[trumpets0ng]

236- “Prep”

Beginning / Previously /Next

(( Evertything - Ella Mai & John Legend))

For easier reading, please see transcript below the cut:

The rest of Harvest weekend passed much like it began; good company, good food and lots of love.

Obie spent the rest of the time cementing his place in my family’s heart. I know that were I crazy enough to end things, I would be promptly disowned by everyone I’ve ever loved.

Except for maybe, Xander, who despite my best efforts, never materialized that weekend…

But much to my surprise and dismay, I was relieved.

Though he said he was under the weather, I suspected otherwise. It was no matter. Penny was right. Xander would be fine with or without me.

He chose, and I finally reached a place where I accepted; for better or worse.

Upon reaching home, Obie and I settled back into our weekly routines quickly. With the year hurtling to an end, Obie and I prepared ourselves for our first Winterfest Eve with his family.

We were looking forward to seeing Clem’s new house, and Obie could barely contain his excitement at having his baby sister only 20 minutes away.

Though to me the location was amazing; offering a touch of “suburbs” in the heart of the city, I know it was still too suburban for my city boy. Still, I dreamt of us being here, one day…

Winterfest Eve was just as sweet as Harvestfest. I genuinely love his family. They remind me much of my own.

Knowing full well, that seeing Obie with the littlest Tremblays would kick his biological clock into overdrive, and my ovaries ache,

I planned accordingly; Winterfest morning, I woke up extra early to prepare, and intercept the courier…

The look on his face was priceless!

Seeing him this excited over Tater reminded why I loved this man…

It was the best Winterfest I’d had in a while!

[fruitcoops]

i don't know if you're still doing requests, but would you consider doing something like "Her Boys" but with sexism, like the lions shutting down sexist reporters? please and thank you and totally fine if you don't to

Sure can! The first fic is linked here, SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for sexism

#1: Pascal Dumais

“Dumo, how do you feel about the recent influx of female reporters in the NHL?” a young man asked, holding his recording device closer to the table.

Pascal raised a brow. “I am extremely pleased to see it, though I am surprised by the idea that hiring five women is considered an ‘influx’.”

“Will you miss their male counterparts?”

“Not particularly.”

Muttering piqued in a few pockets of the room before it was quickly hushed; Pascal appeared unfazed, and nodded for a new question from an older commentator. “Mr. Dumais, it sounds like you have an issue with the organization’s hiring practices,” he said. “Is that true?”

Pascal folded his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly. His expression remained mild, his voice calm. “I have an issue with the organization doing the bare minimum and expecting applause, and I would like to take this moment to remind you that my wife is an incredibly capable journalist in her own right. In case that would affect your further questions.”

#2: Logan Tremblay

“Ouais, you in the front?”

“Mr. Tremblay, there has been some discussion among team owners about the wage gap between the men’s and women’s hockey leagues lately. Do you have a comment?”

“The women’s team has always and will always have my full support,” Logan answered without hesitation. “They work just as hard as we do and get less than half the recognition.”

“Well, the WNHL historically has lower views than—”

“Perhaps you should bring that up with the television providers.” His eyes were like flint, deadly and ready to spark as he held eye contact with the reporter. Logan’s brow twitched; the man’s half-smile slipped for a moment before he cleared his throat and attempted to scrape together some dignity.

“Would you be willing to take a pay cut to make up for the disparity between organizations?”

A soft laugh was amplified by Logan’s microphone. To his right, Finn bit the inside of his cheek to hide a grin. “I’ve seen my sister put an opponent through the boards for a dirty play,” he said after a moment of thought. “Together, I think the three of them have racked up more points than half this team. So yes, I would take a cut if it meant they were paid fairly for their work and I didn’t end up getting wedgied for being a sexist pig. You should consider the same.”

#3: James Potter

“Can you say ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you!”

James winced a little as Harry’s greeting echoed through the room, but the baby’s chirping voice brought a smile to each face in spite of the microphone’s squeal. “Sorry about that,” he laughed, easing Harry back on his thigh. “We’re working on volume control. Any final questions before I head out? Yes, you?”

“Just an easy one,” the older man chuckled with a wave to Harry. “And then I’ll let you go back to babysitting. What—”

“I’m sorry, hold on.” James held his hands up in a ‘timeout’ motion as he leaned in. “Did you say ‘babysitting’?”

“I…yes?”

He tilted his head to the side in confusion, though there was a tense set to his shoulders. Harry continued to gum at the frayed cuff of his Lions hoodie, unbothered. “This is my son,” James clarified. “Do you have kids you babysit?”

“Well, only when their mother is out with her friends,” the other man joked. A few laughs rippled over the rest of the press, but the majority remained quiet. Tense. Cameras sat poised in two dozen pairs of hands.

James bit his lower lip, smoothing Harry’s chick-fluff hair off his forehead. “I’m not sure I understand. Can you explain? Does she pay you?”

“Um. No.” Several heads swiveled toward the middle seat. “When my wife is out, I watch the kids. It was—it was a joke.”

“So you watch the kids while your wife is having fun with her friends,” James repeated with a nod. “Yeah, in my house, we just call that parenting.”

#4: Leo Knut

From the look on his face, Gryffindor’s rising star would rather be dragged across the rink by his toes than sit in the tiny folding chair for another moment. His saving grace was a half-full iced coffee, delivered by Finn O’Hara with a gentle shoulder squeeze 30 minutes prior, and he clutched it in one hand like a lifeline while his chin slowly slid down the other with each passing second.

“—and really, it’s a serious issue in the NHL today,” Malcolm Henessey of Hockey Daily magazine continued. “The rise of the WNHL and their push for excess funding is taking away from the necessities of the major league. The women’s teams are not nearly as established as the central men’s teams, and yet they are asking for perks that come with seniority they have not earned yet—”

“Dude.” Malcolm’s mouth snapped shut at the sudden interruption after several minutes of listening to his own voice. Leo ran a hand down his face, straightened, and glanced down at his watch. Exhaustion stamped every feature. “Mr. Henessey. It is 10:57 pm on a Wednesday, I just played a full game of professional hockey, and you’re going to sit there and be a misogynist? Really? Right in front of my iced coffee?”

“I—”

“Does anyone here have questions that actually pertain to the game tonight instead of being fucking rude about other hockey players? Cause if you don’t, I’m going to bed.”

[lumosinlove]

Day Nine:

On the ninth day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, Leo/Logan/Finn Bridgerton AU Part Two.

The ballroom was all whites and silvers, and Logan kept close to his sisters’ sides. He didn’t like balls. He didn’t like smalltalk. He didn’t like introductions. Balls were all smalltalk, all introductions, two of the most painful, awkward things in the world. He wanted more than anything to have Finn by his side. Finn always said how much he loved balls, the formal dress, the food, the dancing. Looking around, Logan couldn’t deny that Finn would fit right in. Logan could picture him, by his side, leaning down and whispering things in Logan’s ear. He would have no problem with with the introductions, the constant remembering of names and how is your daughter, your Grace, the one studying art in…Rome, was it? Ah, lovely.

He imagined Finn, beside him, as his husband. Then they could dance as many times in a row as they pleased, and Logan didn’t like dancing much, either, but Finn did, and he had forced Logan to teach him each one—even though they’d never had any music.

Logan had given Finn the first dance lesson during the final time that Finn had snuck upstairs to his bedroom. He’d taught Finn the steps, clothed in nothing at all, in front of his roaring fireplace. Finn used to sneak upstairs all the time, but Noelle had caught him that night, and thank heavens it had been Noelle, but they’d both decided it was too dangerous after that.

That night had also been the last time they had been able to do anything…in full, and in their own time. Logan’s room had been a safe haven, but after coming to town there was no quiet forests for them to sneak away to with blankets and picnic baskets. No stars to lie beneath. Logan was so tired of merely unbuttoning their trousers, of rushed kisses, and being pressed against a wall, or a couch. Hurried hands over each other, cocks hard from the relief of each other’s presence, maybe a little from the thrill of it all. Feverish kisses, and nothing more. Being rushed, being out of time.

Logan missed what they had had that last night in his bedroom. The fire done up, warm and softly crackling. Finn, skin pale and creamy against Logan’s white feather pillows. Damn what his mother thought, Logan wanted Finn to luxuriate in the things that Logan could give him, soft feather beds included. He wanted that sight every single night as Logan pressed their bodies together, as he let Finn work him over slowly until he was inside, until Logan could sit up, nestled down onto Finn’s warm cock, and watch the way he could make Finn’s mouth drop open with each roll of his hips. The way Finn had rolled them over, sheltered him in nice and close, and made him fall apart. The way he’d pulled the quilt over them. The way they had lay there afterwards, sweat cooling, Finn’s fingertips tracing gentle patters along Logan’s waist and hip as they talked. Just talked, like they always did. Like they could never run out of things to say. And of course, dances had come up. Teach me, Finn had said, and pushed himself from the sheets to stand in the space in front of the fire, bare and glorious. Come on, Tremblay, up you get. Logan remembered propping himself up onto his elbows and only being able to stare at how Finn had looked. How utterly gorgeous, more beautiful than the Greek and Roman statues in their gallery. More beautiful than anything.

They hadn’t needed music. It was heaven, truly, and torture, to think about how they had danced that night, bare skin brushing with each turn, each hardly-there touch of a hand—after all, the dances were not made for two to publicly embrace. They had danced and spun until neither of them could take it anymore, Finn’s hands firm on Logan’s hips as he lowered him to the plush rug, right there in front of the fireplace, and took him again.

Someone stepped on Logan’s foot.

“Get your head out of your arse, you’re almost up,” Noelle whispered. “You look like a bloody fortune teller gazing into the distant future.”

Logan blinked, and the chatter of the ballroom slammed back into him, making him suck in a breath. God, he just wanted to go home. He wanted Finn. He looked to the front of the room, where the throne stood, the Queen like a golden—well, puddle, really, in her silks and dressings. He studied all those who had approached her before him. He recognized many of the faces, eager as they were. All were outfitted extravagantly, only all looked too happy about it. Suitors, was the word that had been buzzed into their ears. You are looking for suitors.

Did they even realize they were looking for the person they were to spend the rest of their lives with? Logan wondered. Did they realize, did they think beyond the ball? Did they have any idea just how luxurious it was to spend hours in bed with someone, moving together, whispering to each other, tucking oneself in closer when you woke in the night. Logan would take Finn’s half-awake brown eyes and his mumbles about Hamlet over anything else any day. He would take the way Finn woke him up so early because he had to go to work, but he knew that Logan didn’t like waking up alone. Good morning, my love. I have to go, but kiss me first. When you eat the lemon cakes today at tea, know that I made them for you, all right? And his laugh when Logan inevitably tried to keep him in bed. Shh, I’ll come again tonight. We’ll walk the creek after dinner, okay?

No, Logan decided. Those who had gone to present themselves in front of the Queen did not know. They did not know.

“Lord Logan Marius Tremblay,” the footman announced loudly, along with two firm taps of his staff.

Logan felt the ballroom turn on him but he kept his eyes focused on nothing in particular, not even the Queen, as he took a step forward, then another. He’d never forced himself so hard into anything before.

“Bit plain,” he heard a whisper from someone as he passed by, no doubt about his suit.

What would happen if he turned around? Whistledown had named him for the season, surly that gave him some credit no matter what he did, enough to make his mother happy, even if he himself could not. If he stopped walking, if he stole away in the carriage back home, the carriage the Finn would see arrive, would wonder why he was back so early—damn everything, except you, marry me and we will be partners in—

“Lord Tremblay, your Majesty,” said yet another footman.

Logan managed the bow, but barely. He was right in front of the throne, The Queen looking down scrutinizingly.

“My Queen,” Logan said in the smoothest voice he could manage, all the while in his head marry me, and I will take you back to the country house. And you will make me, not king of the damn season, but king of my life, of all of my wildest dreams.

There was no reply for a long moment.

“An escort, for Mr. Tremblay?” rang the Queen’s voice.

This was the part Logan had been dreading. It would be whoever spoke first, and he’d have to dance with them, talk to them—

“I, my Queen, would like the honor.”

There was a murmur from the crowd, and Logan had no choice but to turn and see who had spoken. At first, all that registered was blond hair. And then Logan realized exactly who he was looking at.

The Knuts were not among the wealthiest families, they were the wealthiest. Not to mention, with the closest ties to the royal household. Lady Eloise Knut was her majesty’s cousin and closest confidante. Logan glimpsed his mother and sisters’ wide, delighted eyes.

This must be Lady Knut’s son. Logan couldn’t remember his name, but he knew there was only one, and that there had been a health scare of some sort when he was a child. What had it been—a bad fall off of—a horse, was it? A head injury? Yes, he could see the evidence. Above very blue eyes, at his temple, a curl had gone gray, as if the usual golden color had been cut and and bruised, and made lifeless. Only it didn’t make him lifeless. It was charming. Paired with his exceptional height, his lean build—it was handsome.

“Very well, Lord Knut,” the Queen said. “Come forward.”

Logan turned away, back towards the Queen—it was bad form to turn one’s back on royalty. He was just doing has he had been told, but he didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t like this Lord Knut walking as though to sneak up on him from behind.

“My Lord,” said the same, clear voice, now at his side, only much softer. Just for Logan. “May I?”

Logan glanced down and saw that Knut was offering him his arm. Unless Logan was feeling particularly cruel, and likely to embarrass them both, he should take it. Logan could practically feel his mother’s willpower trying to reach him. Logan couldn’t deny that he was pleased by the May I. So rarely was he himself asked permission. 

And people really wondered why he snuck around so much. It was only a bit of freedom. Or, rather, the pretense of it.

Logan took Knut’s arm with all the smile that he could manage, and allowed him to guide him towards the dance floor, where others were beginning to filter back into the music that had struck back up.

“Do you enjoy this dance?” Lord Knut asked. “We can wait for the next.”

“This one is fine, thank you,” Logan nodded, and then allowed Knut to smile down at him again and take his hand. He meant to lead, it seemed, and so Logan placed his other hand on the Lord’s shoulder. “I do like to lead, you know.”

Knut laughed, a gentle, open thing, as they turned into the waltz. “I apologize, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

“Next time? Presumptuous, sir.” The Lord released Logan in all but one hand and Logan spun when Knut prompted him to.

“I prefer the term hopeful,” Knut said, and pulled Logan safely back in.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said quietly. “I’ve forgotten your given name.”

He was worried Knut might be offended, but he just smiled. “Leo, my Lord. Leo Knut.”

“Newt?” Logan repeated, as if he didn’t know the name.

Leo looked down at him, blue eyes peaking through a fringe of blond hair—and gray. The room spun behind him, and Logan thought perhaps he should feel dizzy, but he didn’t. Leo danced well. “Not like the animal.”

Another turn, hands touching, Logan’s back to Leo’s front, their hands clasped by Logan’s waist. “And how are you different?”

“There’s a K in it,” Leo said, and righted Logan so they were front to front again. “And no W.”

Logan’s own laugh surprised him.

He didn’t like balls. He didn’t like small talk, he didn’t like introductions.

But he also hadn’t expected to enjoy dancing with Leo Knut so much. Tall, like Finn, and talented, too. He smiled and made jokes at his own expense if he tripped up, which so many stuck up Lords—perhaps Logan included—didn’t always do. Logan barely even realized when the first dance bled into a second…and then a third.

“Good bloody Christ, Logan,” Noelle said when they finally left the floor. Leo had gone to fetch them drinks and Noelle had practically pounced on him. Logan wondered where on Earth his mother had gone. He’d expected five sets of hands on him, not just the two gripping his arm excitedly. “Baby brother, are you trying to wed him on the very spot? Three dances?”

“I lost track,” Logan said, and, honestly, he was feeling a little guilty about it. There was only one other person in the world with whom he lost track of time like that.

Noelle just smiled at him, patted his cheek, and Logan swatted her away. “Stop it.”

“You like him, don’t you?” Noelle said. “He’s very sweet, though I hear he spends most of his time in the country. Even while his family is here in town. That’s something you wouldn’t mind, though, isn’t it?”

Logan sighed. “May I remind you that we are not married? It doesn’t matter to me where he spends his time.”

But Logan had a flash of an image, a happy sort of tumble of a cozy parlor, summer rides on horseback, and sprawling fields. Gardens and slow walks in the evening. Finn. Leo?

“Well.” Noelle was looking at him carefully. “It could matter to you.”

Leo had spent part of the second dance describing his beloved country gardens to him, the different pathways, some lined with roses, some with wildflowers. Hardly anyone plants the wild ones, Leo had said. And I just can’t see why, they’re so lovely, and different. Do you like the outdoors?

I ride, Logan had said. And I’m very fond of walking.

And then the guilt swarmed him. Finn’s face, just that afternoon. Come back and tell me everything.

How on Earth was he to explain this?

A soft clearing of the throat made Logan break the stare down with Noelle, and Leo was there, holding two cups.

“Oh, look, there’s dear Lily,” Noelle said, and curtsied quickly to Leo with a smile. “My Lord.” She hit the back of Logan’s head with her fan. “Brother.”

Logan wished he had something to hit back with, but he had to settle for a scowl at her retreating back.

“Here, my Lord,” Leo said to Logan, and handed Logan his punch.

Logan smiled, and he didn’t know what exactly made him say it, but—“I think, Lord Knut, since the entire ballroom thinks we are engaged now, that you may call me Logan.”

The smile that Leo answered him with was too bright for Logan. He didn’t feel like he deserved it. He shouldn’t have said that, not when he would not be getting engaged to Leo Knut. Not when half of his mind was set on running away.

“Then you must call me Leo.” Leo held out his cup. “Cheers to starting gossip, everyone’s favorite thing.”

Logan laughed again, that very one that kept surprising him each time Leo brought it out. He clinked their glasses. “Cheers.”

“Your sisters are lovely,” Leo said as they watched the ballroom together.

Logan scoffed. “Even while whacking me on the head?”

“Even when,” Leo laughed. “Are they married?”

“Two are,” Logan said. “Noelle—the whacking one—she’s courting Thomas Walker, do you know him?”

“Oh, Thomas is one of my best friends.” Leo nodded. “Yes, that seems like a good match.”

Logan nodded. Good match. It was society’s phrase. Good, because Thomas was kind? Because Noelle loved him? Because they shared a passion for the races, for literature? Good, because they seemed to be meant for each other? No. No, that wasn’t what the gossipers would ever mean. It was a good match because he was of rank, and so was she, and they had money to spare and would unite two great houses.

“Oh no,” Leo said, and smiled, just a little. “I’ve said something wrong, haven’t I?”

Logan looked up to find Leo’s blue eyes darting across his face, and wondered what he must have seen there. Logan had gotten lost again, as he had while waiting for his turn to be presented. Finn was his match, his perfect one, but he was not a good match and no one would ever see him that way. It made Logan so angry that he wanted to take all of the frills on all of the ridiculous clothing and tear them apart.

“No, I’m sorry, I…” Logan swallowed. “No, you haven’t. I was only…” He tried for a smile of his own. “I do that sometimes, it isn’t…”

But whatever Logan had been about to say fell right from his tongue as his eyes drifted to slightly behind Leo, to the glass doors that led out to the gardens. Standing there, half hidden yet framed by one of the glass panels, was Finn. For a long moment, Logan was sure he was only imagining it. Why, after all, would Finn be here? But then Finn raised a hand to him, gestured behind him with his chin, and disappeared.

Leo blinked in confusion, and then glanced behind him. “Logan? Are you all right?”

“I beg your pardon,” Logan said, and pushed his cup into Leo’s hand. “Excuse me a moment, please. Just a moment.”

Logan didn’t really remember how he got outside, only that he ignored many greetings that were cast his way—something he would surely regret later. He burst into the warm summer night and followed in what he hoped was the direction Finn had gone in. It would be somewhere hidden away from the house—tall hedges, perhaps, or the garden’s maze. No, not where they could get lost or discovered. There, Logan thought. The trees were tall and thick and designed to grow in a circle. Beneath the music coming from inside, he thought he could hear the trickle of a fountain.

He couldn’t help the way he ran, nor the release of breath when he saw Finn standing there, moonlight reflecting off of the water of the fountain, casting him in cool, marble tones. He was in his work clothes still, minus the apron. No jacket, just his shirt and trousers and boots. His hair was damp, like it got when he splashed water over his face and neck, and raked wet fingers through it after a long day. He’d come straight from home, then.

“Hello,” Finn said softly.

Logan smiled, let out a laugh, striding forward. “Hello. What are you doing here?” He reached Finn and took his hands into his own, as he’d wanted to all night. He kissed one of his knuckles and laughed again. “God, I…I thought I was imagining it for a moment.”

Finn smiled, tracing a hand down Logan’s cheek. “It’s me. I just…” Finn swallowed. He was breathing hard, as though his heart was pounding, and glanced back towards the party. He gave his head a little shake. “I thought of you dancing all night, and I just…”

Logan took a step closer, or perhaps it was a step away from the party—from certain blue eyes, and kind smile, and…and guilt at having enjoyed himself so much. Especially looking at Finn’s conflicted, sad eyes.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” Finn said softly. “But I came because…after everything we said this afternoon, I just wanted you to know that I…That no matter what happens…”

Logan just shook his head and put his hands on Finn’s shoulders, his cheek. “Darling, no. I want you here. I’ve wanted you here all night.”

Finn leaned into Logan’s hands, smile creeping onto his face. “Have you been dancing with stuffy good-for-nothings?”

Logan bit his lip. “For the most part.” For all but three.

Finn arched a brow. “Count me jealous.”

Logan laughed, then pushed up on his toes and kissed him. “Don’t be. You know why?”

“Why?”

Logan took a step back, bowed, then held out his hand as he would have on the dance floor, should he be the one leading. “Because we can still hear the music.”

Finn laughed, brown eyes brightening. “Well. We have made do with less, haven’t we?”

Logan looked at Finn standing there. The two of them, hiding in a garden to be free. He should have been able to walk Finn through those doors, have the music swell and surround them, dance six times in a row because, yes, this is my fiancé.

“Yes,” he replied to Finn. "Much less. So much less than you deserve.”

Finn shook his head. “No, no. None of that now.” Finn gave a mocking little bow back, and looked up at Logan with a smile. “And I’m leading.” He straightened, holding out his hand. “May I?”

May I? A fleeting thought of Leo flashed before his eyes. Leo, standing there alone, waiting for him, holding two cups. He should go back. He should.

“You may,” Logan said, because he wanted this, too. He had wanted this all night.

But Finn knew him too well. Logan had never been able to hide anything from Finn. As they joined hands, Finn kept him close even as he asked the question that Logan knew must pain him.

“Who was he?” They turned together to the distant strings.

Logan closed his eyes, leaned his forehead against Finn’s shoulder briefly, then looked up at him. “He was kind, that’s all. They rarely are.”

He reminded me of you. He made me feel the way I do when I’m with you.

“It’s all right, Lo,” Finn said. “I…I hardly want you to be miserable. I’m only—curious.”

Logan smiled a little as they parted, palms pressed together, circling one another. “Jealous.”

Finn smiled. “But you already knew that.”

“Lord Leo Knut.” Logan arched a brow when Finn made an interested noise as they switched palms, circling the other way. “You know him?”

“Yes, actually,” Finn said. “Not know him. Know of him and have seen him. Do you know he accompanies his cooks to the markets himself?”

Logan frowned. “What, he doesn’t trust them?”

Finn laughed and drew them back together, trading Logan’s hand between his own behind his back. “No. He enjoys it. Peter, my friend, he’s the fire-starter for the Knut household.” They fell back into place, Finn’s hand low on Logan’s back. Logan loved it so much he could burst. “Says his Lordship’s down in the kitchens all the time—cooking.”

“Cooking?” Logan said, and let Finn pull him closer, let himself sink into the feeling of Finn’s laugh. “God.”

“And you can hardly make tea.”

Logan laughed, pinched Finn’s shoulder where his hand rested. “Oh, stop.”

Finn grinned and turned Logan once more just as the song came to a close, leaving them in a lapse of silence and pressed against each other. Logan, hand against Finn’s warm chest, the familiar, rough fabric of his shirt beneath his fingers, felt the peace he had been looking for all night. The peace, he could not yet admit to himself, that he had found glimpses of in a scene that was a mirror to this one. In blue eyes rather than brown, in a soft voice that made him laugh just as loudly as Finn did.

“You’ve been practicing,” Logan said softly. The night settled around them, Finn’s face thrown into soft shadows by the lights coming from the distant party.

“Only on my own,” Finn said back. “I wouldn’t want to feel anyone but you.”

“Finn…” Logan reached up to cup the back of Finn’s neck, to feel his soft hair slip through his fingers.

“What if I was wrong?” Finn whispered. “Earlier, what if…” He looked so conflicted suddenly, was holding Logan so tightly. “Logan, what if I told you that—that there was a way for me to be someone you could deserve, someone who you could be seen with—”

“Finn,” Logan breathed. “God, I don’t need you to change.”

“Yes, you do,” Finn said. “If we—if we were ever to be together, then, yes, you do. And…” Finn made a pained noise, pressed their foreheads together. “And what if I said that there might be a way, but—but it could not work.”

“No,” Logan said. “I don’t need a way. You don’t need a way. Today, you said I needed this ball. But isn’t that the fucking problem with me?” Logan laughed, but only bitterly, only at himself. “I’m useless. I do basically nothing all day because no one needs anything from me. I’m a youngest child of a wealthy family. I don’t need to marry for a title. I don’t need someone else’s money. I don’t need society’s good opinion, that’s for fucking sure. What I need is you, and I…” Logan had to break off, heart pounding hard in his chest. “I am so—so in love with you.”

Logan watched Finn’s brows draw together, eyes filling with bright tears.

“And I am in love with you,” Finn whispered.

“Then that’s it,” Logan smiled, tearful himself, and pressed up on his toes to kiss Finn again. “That settles it for me. That’s all I need.”

Finn cupped Logan’s cheek. “Logan, it’s not that simple…”

“It could be.” Logan hesitated, then sighed. “It should be. Fine. Then what is this way of yours?”

Finn’s eyes darted between Logan’s. He opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to be having trouble forming the words.

“I have to tell you,” he finally said. “Logan, I have to tell you something. Before tomorrow morning I have to tell you—and I was rash, I do know that, perhaps I…I was jealous and I do love you, so much that it hurts sometimes, but…Please, listen, I think this could help us.”

“Finn,” Logan shook his head, confused. “I don’t understand. Don’t look so worried, it’s all right.” Logan pressed up to kiss him again and kept close as he spoke, trying to sooth him. “It’s all right, we’ll be all right—”

Logan was cut off by a soft gasp that came somewhere to their left, making them both look up. Logan’s heart dropped into his stomach.

Because Leo was standing there, blue eyes wide.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

New-Ish ocs

Eve Dearly ( OUAT ) – Henry's twin sister, was adopted before Regina could get both babies, ran away from home and wound up in Storybrooke, the only person other than Henry to age or to realize that time is passing, adopted by Angel Dearly

Gabriel Whittaker / Klaus White ( OUAT ) – Snow's twin brother, Regina tried to have him killed in the Enchanted Forest and he's believed dead but he survived, lost his memories but is sure that if he can just meet Snow, it'll all make sense

Taken in by the Dumas family (Angel Dearly in the Enchanted Forest) and still lives with them in Storybrooke

Ginevra Maroni ( Gotham / The Batman ); x Bruce Wayne – Sal Maroni's daughter, looking to topple her father's criminal empire but has a very specific plan in mind and buts heads with Bruce over how to handle it

Helena Jackson ( PJO, TV verse )

Kirsi Tremblay ( PJO, TV verse ) – unclaimed camper of 5 years, originally from Quebec, sibling dynamic with Luke, unofficial co-counsellor of the Hermes cabin

Livana Gold / Amaris Pan ( OUAT ) – Peter Pan's daughter with a witch from Oz, she wants a child for bloodline magic & Peter basically wanted this child because he thinks if he sacrifices a child's heart from his own bloodline it will extend his own immortality, her mother found out about Peter's plans and went to Rumpelstiltskin for help, they make a deal for a protective charm in exchange for the child's name, the charm is designed that if she's ever in danger it'll bring her to him so he's raising her in Storybrooke, she ages at the same pace as Henry thanks to the charm

Malia Constantine ( Titans ) – bisexual british witch bitch, youngest member of the original Titans, didn't handle the group splitting up well and went a bit off the rails, now running cons to alleviate her boredom

Maristela Carrillo ( Harry Potter ); x Blaise Zabini & Theodore Nott – Slytherin Queen, knows what she wants and is not afraid to take it, stuck in the longest game of romantic chicken in the world with Blaise and Theodore

Michelle Beaton ( Gossip Girl ); x Blair Waldorf – Catherine Beaton's daughter (with Bart Bass, he doesn't know that), goes to the Hamptons with her mom and ends up in New York, Blair enemies to lovers

Veronica Bacall ( OUAT ) – Jessica Rabbit

Zoe Giardi ( Glee ); x Mike Chang – Kendra (Del Monico) Giardi's eldest child, cheerio, not part of the Unholy Trinity but friends with them, interested in trying out for Glee but her mom would hate it (so she convinces her mom that she should join to make sure Uncle Will isn't having an affair), Quinn would hate it (so she convinces Quinn that not only should she join but so should the Unholy Trinity so they can keep an eye on Finchel), and Sue would hate it (so she convinces Sue that the four cheerios should be her spies), but honestly she just wants to vibe

The Witching Hour ( Teen Wolf ) – extensive supernatural/hunter family verse, characters are still being named but currently have 16 characters cast

Originally part of the Calaveras, one man saw a young witch girl about to die in a witch burning, killed everyone who was part of it and then adopted her More defectors joined, not all related but consider themselves a family Hunt monsters, not the supernatural (would hunt Deucalion or Peter, would also hunt Kate & Gerard), take in kids whose families were lost to the supernatural world (supernatural kids whose families were killed by hunters, also hunters whose parents were killed by supernatural creatures, also kids who aren’t either but whose parents died in the crossfire) Travel wherever they’re needed but home base is in Argentina

Unnamed OUAT ocs:

also, recent-ish plot bunnies so I don't lose them all:

Mimi Morton (Glee)

Sutton Reeves (Glee)

Tracy Sinclair (Stranger Things)

Azaria Lynn (Twilight)

Coralie "Cori" Parks (PJO)

[more to come]

[marypsue]

hi mary! do you have any book recommendations for fans of the indian lake trilogy and/or horror books in general? i love your writing (followed way back for your gf fics lol) and would love to hear if theres anything in particular you'd recommend ^^

Oh hello hello hello! You've activated my trap card.

Honestly, I read less horror than I let on, and have started reading it more recently than not, so this may be a rather short list. But yeah I absolutely have some recommendations! If you enjoyed My Heart Is A Chainsaw (I really have to read the sequel) and you like my writing, I think our aesthetic and narrative sensibilities should be pretty similar, so hopefully these will be books you'll also enjoy.

First on the list and most obvious is of course My Best Friend's Exorcism, by Grady Hendrix. It's perfect companion reading for My Heart Is A Chainsaw, also being about two teenage girls navigating a difficult period in their friendship, complicated by the fact that something supernatural may or may not be trying to kill them and everyone around them, and may or may not, in fact, exist. Abby and Gretchen and their friendship are so wonderfully drawn, the absurd humour only underlines the helpless horror of their situation, and the climax made me bawl like a fucking infant. 11/10 no notes.

I'd also recommend We Sold Our Souls, also by Grady Hendrix, for some of the same and some slightly different reasons. If you were drawn in by Jade's girl-alone-against-the-world situation and her punky, horror-movie-obsessed alternative vibe, you'll like Kris Pulaski and her heavy metal quest to get her life and her music back. Another one that made me cry, and it's only getting more timely and relevant with every passing year.

I really liked Nick Medina's Sisters of the Lost Nation, about an older sister looking for her younger sister after the latter disappears from their reservation after a secret rendezvous at the recently-constructed casino. Anna and Jade share a certain 'nobody else is going to fix this, so it's up to me' sensibility, the way the author pulls together ancient mythology and modern horrors is well-crafted and spooky, and there's a deeply intentional queer thread running through this one from start to finish. Warning, though, this is a deeply, deeply sad book.

In terms of meta horror about horror, Riley Sager's Final Girls surprised me with how good and gripping it was. I picked it up expecting easy-reading paperback fluff, and got sucked right in. If you crossed over Halloween: H20 with Twin Peaks, you might get something like this book. I never see anybody talking about it anywhere ever and I have to strongly recommend it. (Unfortunately, it didn't focus as closely on the relationships between the 'final girls' as I wanted it to, but I still wasn't disappointed.)

Joe Hill's N0S48U kicked my ass and made me say 'thank you'. This one's pretty tragic, so maybe give it a miss if you don't want to read about bad things happening to characters you like, but, well, this is horror. Notable because the antagonist is Christmas-themed, and honestly, I've never seen anyone else so effectively harness the crawling feeling of Wrongness that seeing Christmas shit in July gives me.

And, going wayyyy back, one of the first horror novels I actually read all the way through (on the advice of a friend), Stephen King's The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. If you were a My Side Of The Mountain / Hatchet kind of kid, this is the book for you. And if for some obscure reason you haven't read Carrie yet, what are you waiting for.

I also read Paul Tremblay's The Pallbearers' Club, which somehow didn't quite manage to deliver on what I was hoping for, but which you might enjoy if you liked some of the other books on this list. If you like punk music and/or characters who like punk music, meta conceits, and New England folklore, give it a shot. (I think I knew a little too much about the subject matter going in for some of the big ~surprises~ to actually surprise me.)

I've also got on my TBR list Edgar Cantero's Meddling Kids, Stephen Graham Jones' The Only Good Indians, Jessica Johns' Bad Cree, and Riley Sager's The House Across The Lake and Survive the Night. I can't speak for any of them yet, though.

(And tossing a movie onto this list, you might really enjoy Netflix's The Final Girls. It's a lot fluffier than My Heart Is A Chainsaw, but for a fun meta slasher horror-mostly-comedy, it was a solid good time. With an ambush sequence that was pretty clearly inspired by Joel Schumacher's The Lost Boys!)

[queenie-lexieee]

⚠️ Warning Spoilers ⚠️

✨A movie review on✨

Move Rating:

★★★★☆

This past Friday, I went to go see the new Little Mermaid movie. I was so excited to see this movie but also nervous because I did hear some people didn’t like the acting in this movie and some of the new versions of songs. But in my personal opinion, this is one of the best live actions out of the last few we had! Halle Bailey was beautiful and her singing was breath taking. She had big shoes to fill and she did her best to fill them. I love the cameo from the original Little Mermaid. Jonah Hauer-King was a great Prince Eric, I was hesitant about him at first for this role but he did it. Melissa McCarthy was amazing. Unpopular opinion but she killed Poor Unfortunately Souls! She did Ursula amazingly! Yes, I did agree at first that a real drag queen should have done Ursula but Melissa is a great actress and she did a awesome job.

Daveed Diggs was the best casting choice for Sebastian! He was hilarious! And Jacob Tremblay was so cute as Flounder!

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Why this movie didn’t get five stars for me is because of the acting from King Trition and the sisters of Ariel. Their acting is what took me out of the movie. Which is surprising from King Trition aka Javier Bardem, because his actings in other movies was good. Another thing was some of the chances to the storyline and other things. I did like some of the changes to the story, but one of the changes I didn’t completely understand was what they added to Ursula curse. I didn’t get why exactly she had to forget about the kiss. It would make more since she got caught up in the new things she was seeing to forget about the kiss.

The custom designs were beautiful. But I’m a little mad about we didn’t get a full pink dress. We did have a pink dress at the end, which was beautiful. But I wanted to see her full on prink dress. But that just more a nick-pick then anything.

Other then that, I loved this movie!

One of my favorite new songs from The Little Mermaid

The funniest song ever

Tbh I hope the do a live action of The Little Mermaid Two

Bye! Have a good day!

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Flann Rhydderch

The Dullahan Prince of C.R.C Flann Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's Cousin, Hywel's nephew, and Fergus' son, Flann. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a smart, laid-back and youthful father. He is the only heir to the Dullahan throne.

"Jeez, talk about a 'head-case'."

Name

Full Legal Name: Flann Cairbre Heilyn Echthigern Rhydderch

First Name: Flann

Meaning: Means 'Blood Red' in Irish.

Pronunciation: FLAN

Origin: Irish, Old Irish

Middle Name(s): Cairbre, Heilyn, Echthigern

Meaning(s): Cairbre: Means 'Charioteer' in Irish. Heilyn: Means 'Winebearer, Dispenser' in Welsh. Echthigern: Means 'Horse lord' from Old Irish 'Ech' 'Horse' and 'Tigerna' 'Lord'

Pronunciation(s): KAR-brya. HUW-lihn. eck-THIG-urn

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology, Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Dullahan Prince, Flann Rhydderch

Reason: This is Flann's ring name

Nicknames: N/A

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 10th, 1988

Symbols: Dullahans, Guillotines, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Theme Song: 'M1 A1' - Gorillaz (2006-)

Voice Actor: Colin O'Donoghue

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: Bright Orange

Body Hair: Sparse

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 30

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Double, Both)

Scars: Lots of small unnoticeable scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: ADHD, Lisp

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Jarlath Rhydderch, Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Ivor Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Vaughan Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Ginger Rhydderch

Mentor: Fergus Rhydderch

Significant Other: Ginger Rhydderch (33, Wife, Née Gardiner)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Fergus Rhydderch (62, Father), Aoife Gardiner (63, Mother, Née Daugherty)

Parents-In-Law: Arwen Gardiner (63, Father-In-Law), Gwen Gardiner (63, Mother-In-Law, Née MacFarlane)

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: Weldon Gardiner (42, Ginger's Brother), Nwanneka Gardiner (43, Weldon's Wife, Née Bonfils), Amarachi Abraham (39, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Wilfred Abraham (40, Amarachi's Husband), Wayne Gardiner (36, Ginger's Brother), Chinenye Gardiner (37, Wayne's Wife, Née Traverse), Warwick Gardiner (30, Ginger's Brother), Chidimma Gardiner (31, Warwick's Wife, Née Thibault), Amara Tremblay (27, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Wilder Tremblay (28, Amara's Husband), Webster Gardiner (24, Ginger's Brother), Nnenne Gardiner (25, Webster's Wife, Née Bernard), Anuli Bouvier (21, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Aamir Bouvier (22, Anuli's Husband), Wells Gardiner (18, Ginger's Brother), Chiamaka Gardiner (15, Ginger's Sister), Wesley Gardiner (12, Ginger's Brother)

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Gage Rhydderch (12, Son), Fancy Rhydderch (9, Daughter), Ebony Rhydderch (6, Daughter), Damon Rhydderch (3, Son)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Fergus Rhydderch

Managers: Ginger Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Ginger Rhydderch

Debut: 2006

Debut Match: Flann Rhydderch VS Fergus Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler:

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2006-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly-To-Back Suplex, Boston Crab, DDT, Elbow Drop, Texas Piledriver, Powerbomb, Running Knee Drop, Running Shoulder Block, Scoop Slam, Snap Suplex, Enzuigiri, Headbutt, Powerslam

Finishers: Lariat, Vertical Suplex Piledriver, Vertical Drop Brainbuster, Double Arm DDT, Mandible Claw, Sleeper Hold

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Flann Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Fergus dies Flann will have a 1/8th ownership of the promotion. Flann is a 'Dullahan Style' (Brawler) trainer. He's a quarter-Welsh and three quarters-Irish.

Trivia: Nothing of Note