#waiting for snow in havana

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about to revisit some thangs

#rereading childhood #thriftbooks #patricia c wrede #piers anthony #rebecca rupp #william sleator #carlos eire #trina paulus #the enchanted forest chronicles #demons don't dream #the dragon of lonely island #the boxes #waiting for snow in havana #hope for the flowers

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The Only Tourist in Havana Turns His Thoughts Homeward by Leonard Cohen

Come, my brothers,

let us govern Canada,

let us find our serious heads,

let us dump asbestos on the White House,

let us make the French talk English,

not only here but everywhere,

let us torture the Senate individually

until they confess,

let us purge the New Party,

let us encourage the dark races

so they'll be lenient

when they take over,

let us make the CBC talk English,

let us all lean in one direction

and float down

to the coast of Florida,

let us have tourism,

let us flirt with the enemy,

let us smelt pig-iron in our back yards,

let us sell snow

to under-developed nations,

(It is true one of our national leaders

was a Roman Catholic?)

let us terrorize Alaska,

let us unite

Church and State,

let us not take it lying down,

let us have two Governor Generals

at the same time,

let us have another official language,

let us determine what it will be,

let us give a Canada Council Fellowship

to the most original suggestion,

let us teach sex in the home

to parents,

let us threaten to join the U.S.A.

and pull out at the last moment,

my brothers, come,

our serious heads are waiting for us somewhere

like Gladstone bags abandoned

after a coup d'état,

let us put them on very quickly,

let us maintain a stony silence

on the St. Lawrence Seaway.

#leonard cohen #poetry #w #ladies and gentlemen mr. leonard cohen #canada #🇨🇦

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Sheila and I tried a new (to us) food truck and brewery this afternoon. We crossed the Mississippi and explored St. Paul.

The face of a teen with severe acne is smoother than any street in that city . Yeah, it’s been a tough winter for roads, but these roads are terrible by any standard, except Minneapolis or perhaps Havana.

The food truck offered three versions of smash burgers: Angry, Pig’s Eye (a reference to St. Paul, not swine), and Other. Fries are available too.

Sheila had the Other, I ordered the Angry, which was pleasantly spicy. The fries were excellent. The burgers were tasty, though a toasted bun would have been icing on the cake.

Only one problem though: The guys in the truck seemed to work one order at a time. With such a limited menu there should have been a dozen patties on the grill at any time, served within minutes of each request. After I ordered (number 55) I heard them call out number 50. That’s when a guy with number 49 stepped up and asked about his food. Good grief. I retreated inside the brewery to play cards with my wife and keep warm rather than standing in the parking lot with snow falling on me.

Everyone waiting was in a good mood. When I came back outside to check (again!) another customer asked me what number I had. When I told him he said, “Oh, OK. They just called 52 so I wanted to let you know in case that was you.” Brothers in arms.

The brewery was fun, nonetheless. One side of the room was stocked with old couches. Sheila and I had a table so we could play cards. I liked my beer, Sheila’s was just OK. The four carts of games was a nice touch. Sheila had a strong urge to go put all of them in order. I’d go back again.

On our way home we stopped at our local brewery to play more cards and, of course, have a beer.

We didn’t have any of our dogs. But I got to meet Bob, a St. Bernard. It was snowing, so I took it as a sign that Bob was there to rescue me from it.

His people had, just today, driven up from Oklahoma with him. Bob was a rescue from that state. He literally had never been inside a building or house until today. They  told us they had to put a trail of treats to get him to come in their house. Bob did really well at the brewery and was just fine taking a picture with me.

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Levitation and Bilocation with Carlos Eire

Carlos Eire, PhD, is the T. Lawrason Riggs Professor of History and Religious Studies at Yale University. He is a historian of late medieval and early modern Europe. He is author of many books including War Against the Idols, From Madrid to Purgatory, A Very Brief History of Eternity, and Reformations: Early Modern Europe 1450-1650. His memoir of the Cuban Revolution, Waiting for Snow in Havana, won the U.S. National Book Award for Nonfiction. A second memoir, Learning to Die in Miami focuses on the early years of his exile in the United States. His most recent book is They Flew: A History of the Impossible.

Here he focuses on accounts from the 16th and 17th century of individuals who were reported to either fly (i.e., levitate) or bilocate.

00:00:00 Introduction

00:02:24 The transition to modernity

00:16:04 Levitation in Spiritualism

00:20:28 Was St. Theresa influenced by God or the devil?

00:24:52 Mystical ecstasy

00:30:21 Joseph of Copertino

00:34:39 Contemporary instances

00:40:23 Bilocation

00:47:16 Academic acceptance

00:57:58 The double-levitation in Italy

01:08:21 Conclusion

#levitation #bilocation #Yale #Youtube

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From Carlos Eire’s Waiting for Snow in Havana

#carlos eire

[wreckonism]

「  ₊ ☆ﾟ  havana rose liu,  they/she,  non-binary  」 incoming  text:  omg  hv  u  met  yves  wu  of  the  rodani  prowlers  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  mechanics  n  actually  goes  by  dagger.  the  twenty six  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  track one.  allegedly  they’re  frm  denver, colorado  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  two  years.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘 !

full name : yves kathryn wu.

alias : dagger.

pronouns : they/them & she/her.

gender : non-binary.

orientation : bisexual & biromantic.

age : twenty six.

sun sign : sagittarius.

birthdate : december 7, 1981.

hometown : denver, colorado.

occupation : mechanic.

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬 !

( + ) likes : roller derby, cookies and cream milkshakes, going to the movies, graphic tees, having an unreasonable number of keychains, people watching, shitty reality television - especially variety shows with simon cowell on it, drunk karaoke.

( - ) dislikes : when men don't look her in the eye, people asking for a man mechanic over them, going to the mall on a very crowded day, being bumped into at the club, when people don't say excuse me.

aesthetics : always having a bruise or two, hair always pulled up out of fear of a potential work accident, the sound of a carabiner full of keys noting their entrance into a room, having personalized nicknames for everyone you interact with ( that may or may not apply to who they are ), refusing to wear low rise jeans out of a deep-seated fear of having plumber / mechanic crack.

notable features / mannerisms : can never stand straight - perpetually needs to be leaning on something, purposefully outgrowing their eyebrows to make them bushy, chewing on the inside of her lip when she's bored or in deep focus, refusing to wear gloves and accidentally smearing grease on their forehead during work.

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔 !

backstory :

tbd.

the 411 :

born on the outskirts of denver, colorado to drs. kendall wu and evelyn samuels-wu.

they have an older brother, only two years her senior, who made the choice to follow alongside the family doctorate practice.

basically a child of the snow, they had dreams to become a professional snowboarder.

injury tw : a gnarly tear to the acl during her sophomore year of high school pretty much shattered that pipe dream, but she was steadfast in the decision to not pursue a traditional, academic way of schooling.

trades and working with their hands is something that's super important to them, originally starting off in a board crafting and repair shop during their early 20s.

tired of the snow, as they were unable to really interact with it in the way they wanted to, yves decided to make a complete 180 and it was between florida and california ... miami was cheaper rent-wise, so.

they started off working at a skate and surf repair shop, but after attending a race with an old roommate, they were hooked on cars, and decided to save up money to go to trade school while working as front desk personnel at a local car repair shop.

after they noticed familiar racers would frequent the shop they worked at, she kind of wiggled her way into the crew and boom ! current yves.

goes by "dagger" because they're said to have a really intimidating stare. they hate being talked down upon, especially by men who think they know better. instead of engaging, they just go silent and stare, waiting until they're done talking simply to hear themselves talk.

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟒 — 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 !

tag.

tbd.

#& / yves wu : intro. #fast.intro

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In the 16th and 17th centuries, thousands of Europeans testified that they had seen holy men and women fly, levitate, and appear in two places at the same time. In They Flew, Carlos Eire, a professor of history at Yale University and author, among other books, of A Very Brief History of Eternity, and Waiting for Snow in Havana, challenges assumptions by providing an informative, engaging, and extraordinarily provocative account of “impossible events” that, along with the evil deeds of witches and the devil, were considered real by very many Christians…

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10 Interesting Cuba Novels

Next Year in Havana

"A beautiful novel that's full of forbidden passions, family secrets, and a lot of courage and sacrifice."--Reese Witherspoon After the death of her ...' tbc

Our Man in Havana

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Dreaming in Cuban

Dreaming in Cuban is the first novel written by author Cristina García, and was a finalist for the National Book Award. This novel moves between Cuba and the United States featuring three generations of a single family.

Before Night Falls

Before Night Falls is the 1992 autobiography of Cuban writer Reinaldo Arenas, describing his early life in Cuba, his time in prison, and his escape to the United States in the Mariel Boatlift of 1980. It received a favorable review from The New York Times and was on the newspaper's list of the ten best books of 1993.

Telex from Cuba

Telex from Cuba is the 2008 debut novel by writer Rachel Kushner. The novel follows a group of Anglo-expatriates living in Cuba during the Cuban Revolution and is loosely based on Kushner's mother's experience growing up in Cuba on territory occupied by the United Fruit Company.

Three Trapped Tigers

Tres tristes tigres, abbreviated as TTT, is the debut novel by Cuban writer Guillermo Cabrera Infante. The novel was first published in Spain in 1967. It was later translated into English by Donald Gardner and Suzanne Jill Levine and published in 1971 as Three Trapped Tigers

When We Left Cuba

Instant New York Times bestseller!In 1960s Florida, a young Cuban exile will risk her life—and heart—to take back her country in this exhilarating historical novel from the author of The Last Train to Key West and Next Year in Havana, a Reese Witherspoon Book Club pick. Beautiful.

Waiting for Snow in Havana

Waiting for Snow in Havana: Confessions of a Cuban Boy is a 2003 book by Carlos Eire and winner of the National Book Award for Nonfiction.

Of Women and Salt

A sweeping, masterful debut about a daughter's fateful choice, a mother motivated by her own past, and a family legacy that begins in Cuba before either of them was born.1866, Cuba: María Isabel is..

Dirty Havana Trilogy

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Havana Nocturne

In modern-day Havana, the remnants of the glamorous past are everywhere—the old hotel-casinos, vintage American cars, and flickering neon signs speak of a bygone era that is widely familiar and often romanticized, but little understood. 

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The only tourist in Havana turns his thoughts homeward //  Leonard Cohen

Come, my brothers, let us govern Canada, let us find our serious heads, let us dump asbestos on the White House, let us make the French talk English,

not only here but everywhere, let us torture the Senate individually until they confess, let us purge the New Party, let us encourage the dark races so they'll be lenient when they take over, let us make the CBC talk English, let us all lean in one direction and float down to the coast of Florida, let us have tourism, let us flirt with the enemy, let us smelt pig-iron in our back yards, let us sell snow to under-developed nations, (It is true one of our national leaders was a Roman Catholic?) let us terrorize Alaska, let us unite Church and State, let us not take it lying down, let us have two Governor Generals at the same time, let us have another official language, let us determine what it will be, let us give a Canada Council Fellowship to the most original suggestion, let us teach sex in the home to parents, let us threaten to join the U.S.A. and pull out at the last moment, my brothers, come, our serious heads are waiting for us somewhere like Gladstone bags abandoned after a coup d'état, let us put them on very quickly, let us maintain a stony silence on the St. Lawrence Seaway.

 Havana April 1961

#poetry #Leonard Cohen #Canadian poetry #Canadian politics #Havana #pierre poilievre #Canada Council #Canadian Governor General #Canada Council Arts Grants #St. Lawrence Seaway #CBC #chauvenism #White House #poems of protest #Flowers for Hitler #funny

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Waiting for Snow in Havana: Confessions of a Cuban Boy - A Book by Carlos Eire

Please note, this will be different from other reviews as I have a deep love for Waiting for Snow in Havana. In this review, I do critique the book a bit, but it’s more a general summarization of the book. I don’t have any spoilers in it (not that you really can have spoilers for a memoir), but I do highly recommend that you read this book.  I’m trying out writing a good book review for once, so please do let me know what you think.  Waiting for Snow in Havana is an immersive tale of lizard hunting, Cuba-shaped clouds, and adventures someone could only have in Cuba as a young and rambunctious boy. Carlos Eire takes the reader on his own memory-filled trip that twists emotions and gives the reader a look into the life and thoughts of a young Cuban boy, who was brought into America as a refugee after Fidel Castro became dictator. As a result of these being Carlos Eire’s memories of his time in Cuba and even a little bit of when he was first in America, the book can be a bit disorganized at times and comes off as a stream-of-consciousness style of writing. And yet, it works magnificently. This style benefits the book and gives overall better imagery throughout. Waiting for Snow in Havana is not the typical autobiography and that only makes it all the more wonderful to read. Carlos Eire grew up in Cuba before being brought to America through Operation Peter Pan. His mother joined him in America about a decade later, though it was through much struggle on her own part. In the United States, Eire went on to get an education and graduated from Yale with a Ph.D. in 1979 in religious and early modern European history. He ventured out of his normal zone of comfort writing about early European history to write his memoir, Waiting for Snow in Havana, which won the National Book Award for Nonfiction in 2003. Carlos Eire gives the reader an insight into how Fidel Castro’s revolution affected families and the people that it was supposed to help. Eire’s grandfather had been in a horrible car accident and had broken his leg so badly that it could not be fixed. As Eire puts it best, “He was the kind of guy the revolution was supposed to help (pg. 364).” Fidel Castro had taken the little bit of money that his grandfather had saved up and turned it into nothing around the same time that he had broken his leg. And yet, Eire’s grandfather still had to stand in line like everyone else, in tears because he had lost everything yet again. Eire comments a couple of times throughout the book saying, “The state owns everything—excuse me—the people own everything (pg. 220).” Rephrasing it the way that Fidel Castro put it as well as the way that it actually appears to be, this dual perspective is unique to Eire’s writing. Although Carlos Eire makes it clear at the beginning of the book that he has a deep dislike for Castro, possibly even a hatred, he does let the reader know that in the beginning, he was in awe of the soon-to-be dictator. “Anyone who was against Batista must be good, I thought… Anyone who treated human beings like lizards couldn’t be a good president (pg. 180).” In the second part of this quote, Eire is referring to how Batista, the current president, tortured people before he was overthrown. Eire also compares this action of torturing people to how Ernesto, his adopted brother, tortured lizards by frying them with electricity. After Castro took over though, Eire’s opinion of the dictator quickly soured. When making a school project, Eire compares the propaganda that was repeated over and over again, from radio broadcasts and television to a scratched record when he had to make a school project for the Agrarian Reform. Eire later comments that people would turn off their televisions and radios so as not to hear the speeches, but the speakers on the utility poles quickly rid every house of silence.  The reader also gets an insight into how the lives of everyone, specifically the lives of the wealthier changed, not just how his own opinion changed. Eire’s life may not have differed much after the forced take over until the forced currency change, considering that his father was a judge. Eire tells some of the stories he heard from other children and stories of what he saw on television. Fidel Castro’s revolutionaries would arrest rebels and prominent figures in Cuban society who could contradict Castro or become a threat to his dictatorship. Then, the revolutionaries would line them up against the wall, shooting them live on television for all to see. The spectators would shout ‘paredón,’ or ‘up against the wall’ over and over again before the revolutionaries finally shot to kill, torture, and maim. Eire’s own cousin, Fernando, was arrested and put through this torture over and over again, though Fernando eventually was released from the prison alive. Carlos Eire recalls one story he heard from two girls of their father being dragged from their home by revolutionaries. These two girls had seen their own father “dragged from their house weeping and screaming, ‘Please don’t kill me, please don’t!’ He had soiled his pants on the way to the paredón, and begged for his life until the split second when the bullets ripped into him (pg. 219).” Their father was taken to the paredón simply because he had worked as a mayor under the Batista regime. Despite Eire’s emotion-twisting stories of Cuba, there is more that could have been done to make Waiting for Snow in Havana a more satisfying read. Although the book is explained from a child’s perspective, it does not give much insight into how it felt as a young boy to move to the United States as a refugee. Eire does not go much into his emotions of what it felt like to have to leave his mother. He does not detail how it felt to be split apart from his brother so soon after landing in their new home. He does explain how hard it was to be an immigrant and refugee in the United States, but it feels as though it is all from a logical perspective. It stands out from the rest of the book with its lack of emotion. It would have also been incredibly interesting to see how Eire’s life changed in America in comparison to his brother. He hinted vaguely at it throughout the memoir, but to have a chapter dedicated to that would have elevated the book to an unbelievably amazing degree.  Nonetheless, Waiting for Snow in Havana is a book that the reader will find themselves not wanting to put down and a story that saddens them when it is finished. Waiting for Snow in Havana deserves its National Book Award and so many more. As the reader moves through the pages, they will find themselves in Havana, right next to Eire as he plays with his friends, seeing things from his own perspective. Eire is an absolutely astounding writer and it shows in his storytelling abilities. At the end of it all, the reader will find themselves looking for Cuba-shaped clouds and firecrackers with the red paper to launch lizards into orbit. Overall I would give the book 8/10 stars. I highly recommend that anyone who likes history, memoirs, or even just having a beautiful picture painted in their mind read Waiting for Snow in Havana. It’s beautifully written and Eire pulls you into his writing. Before you know it, the book will be over and you’ll have found yourself longing for more. I recently discovered the Eire wrote another memoir called Learning to Die in Miami: Confessions of a Refugee so when I get the chance, I will be buying and reading that one. It will probably be a while until I can, considering I made a promise to a very good friend of mine that I wouldn’t buy more books until I get through the ones that I have bought (13 so far, six of which are terrible books, so wish me luck).  If you are interested in purchasing Waiting for Snow in Havana, you can find it here.

#review #good book #entire book #good review #waiting for snow in havana #carlos eire #still taking that break

[storiesofsvu]

Gift Mix Up

Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut. A/n: this is just me unable to find this on my old blog to link properly, not new content.

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Fucking Kelly.

Leave it to her to schedule her wedding for New Year’s Eve and thus the bachelorette party in the weekend right before Christmas. As if you weren’t already busy enough with work and prepping for your own holiday. You’d basically run out of time for gift shopping, ever so thankful when work was so slow that Friday and your partner offered to cover for you as long as you picked up the gift he still needed to pick up for his niece. If it was anyone else you probably would’ve turned down the deal and fought your way through the mall on Saturday, but for Sonny, you were willing to accept it.

You managed to swing back by the precinct right before Sonny was about to leave, dropping off the gift he’d asked for, having gotten everything wrapped at the mall. He shot you that dopey grin along with a quiet ‘thank you’ before warning you about the storm that was supposed to hit in a few hours, reminding you to dress warmly for the party that night. You rolled your eyes at him, but gave him a soft goodnight as you darted back to the elevator before Liv could notice you’d reappeared.

It took a few hours, but you managed to throw on an upbeat playlist and pour yourself a glass of wine to attempt to get into the Stagette mood while you showered, changed, and redid your make up with a little extra flair than normal. You were running behind already, the plan to meet the rest of the crew at Havana Central for dinner and drinks before being whisked off in a limo to whatever club crawl the maid of honour had arranged.

Letting out a tired sigh (lets be real, a night out with a bunch of girls you’d met once and an old college friend wasn’t exactly what you wanted to be doing tonight, chances were you would end up playing ‘mom’ all night having to babysit). You sunk back the rest of your wine as you slid into your heels. Grabbing the bag of gifts you’d picked up earlier you dug through it until you found the one for Kelly, it was only when you were about to shove it into your purse that you realized the bow was red and green. You’d specifically had Kelly’s gift wrapped first and marked with a pink and silver bow to differentiate it from the Christmas ones.

Fuck.

*

Sonny was honestly just happy to be home that night, the Holidays were always a crazy time with his family. Too many nieces and nephews to count that needed everyone at their holiday plays, winter dance competitions, chaperones for friend outings that they didn’t want their parents anywhere near (it was the only time of year he hated being the favoured Uncle). Then there was all the shopping, gift wrapping and various relatives dropping by to hide presents at his place, away from prying eyes and snooping hands of the kids. He’d been incredibly thankful when you said you’d pick up Mia’s gift he still hadn’t gotten, giving him at least an evening of peace before the Carisi clan descended upon Christmas.

He placed an order for takeout, over ordering in the thought of having leftovers tomorrow since the snow was already starting to thickly blanket the city. Changing into comfier clothes he’d just dropped down onto the couch with a beer when there was a sudden brash knock on his door. He frowned, putting the beer down on the table before making his way to the door, unlatching it and pulling it open.

“Y/N? What’re ya doin’ here?”

“Hey! Uh…that present for Mia…you haven’t like…dropped it off at your sister’s or anything yet have you?”

“Nah. I was gonna take it to Ma’s on Christmas Eve.”

“Oh thank God.” You let out a breath you very much knew you’d been holding onto, “I need it back.”

“Wait?” Carisi cocked a brow, “what’d’ya’mean?”

“I just need it back.” You pulled Mia’s actual gift out of your bag, “this is actually hers, I gave you the wrong one.”

“Okay…” He seemed hesitant, but let you into his apartment anyways, moving over to the stack of presents, “don’t you have somewhere ta be tonight? Couldn’t this have waited til tomorrow?”

“Uh…not exactly.” You called across the room, “I needed to intercept before it got anywhere out of your possession.”

“What’s in here?” He teased, you could see the gleam in his eye as he waved the present out in front of you, whipping it out of your reach when you grabbed for it.

“Sonny!”

“Aw c’mon doll, indulge me.” You let out a groan, pushing your hair back.

“Let’s just say you definitely don’t want your underage niece opening it in front of her very religious family, especially if it’s from her Uncle…”

“Well now you can mark me down as intrigued.” He smirked, rotating the parcel in his hand, noting the way your cheeks flushed, how you were barely able to make eye contact with him. “You buy yourself a little treat for Christmas? Hmm?” Your hand smacked into his arm harder than he’d expected, but he was still able to play keep away with the present as you lunged for it again.

“Sonny! Please…” You practically whined, and for the briefest moment he almost gave in, the change of tone in your voice awakening something inside him he hadn’t realized before.

“I’ll give it back once I see what’s inside.” He smirked, finger slipping through the tape, splitting the wrapping paper open as he unrolled it in his hand. You let out a groan, literally stomping your stiletto against the welcome mat. His brow furrowed as it unraveled in his hand and you braced yourself, “it’s Jenga?” He looked up at you, “where’s the problem in that?”

“Okay, you’ve seen it, can I have it back now!” You reached your hand out, hoping to get it before he realized but kept unraveling, noticing there were two boxes back to back.

“Oh shit! That is not Jenga!” You couldn’t even try to snatch it away from him, knowing that the second he saw the second box, he’d see the note you’d taped to it for Kelly, burying your face into your hands. “Best I’ve ever had?” He teased, “ya have one of these?” He gestured to the box as you turned to face him again, a very embarrassed expression on your face.

“You’ve seen it, can I please have it back now?”

“Who’re you buyin’ sex toys for for Christmas?”

“It’s for the fucking Stagette tonight! C’mon Sonny, stop being a dick!”

“Okay, okay.” He held his free hand up in surrender, “what’s with the Jenga though?”

“Take a closer look idiot.” His eyes widened at he realized it wasn’t actually Jenga, but a ‘Sex Stacks’ game.

“All things considered I am very happy ya got this from me before it made it anywhere near my family.”

“Exactly.” You snatched the boxes from his hand, rolling the wrapping paper back around them, feeling like a complete idiot. The last thing you needed was your partner knowing anything about your sex life…or…lack there of considering your fantasies were only cured by a matching toy the same as you’d picked up for Kelly.

Sonny opened his mouth to say something when there was a sudden squealing of tires from a few floors down on the road followed by a dull thud. The two of you jumped over to the window, a car had rammed into the back of a parked van, the snow nearly too thick to see through at this point.

“Should we..?” Sonny asked, turning back to you, the previous teasing completely forgotten.

“Nah,” you waved it off, “I walked right past uni’s on my way up here.” Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly pulled it out, “fuck! I’m so late! They’re done dinner already!” Sonny chuckled as you sped back to the entrance,

“Doll…there’s at least a foot of snow out there, it’s gon’ take at least an hour for cab…and you’re not exactly dressed for the weather…” you rolled your eyes.

“What? Was I supposed to wear a parka and snow pants to a bachelorette?”

“I’m just sayin’” he held his hands up in defeat, “I can barely see ya dress past your coat.” You shot him a glare, “you’re not goin’ anywhere soon an’ they’ll be out all night, ya can wait out the storm here. Get comfortable, I’ve got dinner on the way.”

“Fine.” You shot him a half glare half smile, unwrapping your coat from your frame and stepping out of your heels.

Sonny pulled a beer from the fridge, passing it you as you followed him to the couch. He was ever thankful to be in front of you, your dress leaving little to the imagination, much more revealing than what he’d seen you in at work, even during UC ops. It was shortly after the take out arrived that you shivered, Sonny’s gaze redirected towards your goosebump covered skin.

“I can turn the heat up?” He offered.

“Nah,” you shook your head, “I will accept a borrowed hoodie though? I’ll plate up dinner.” He nodded out a quick ‘sure’ before darting down to his bedroom as you spread the food from their boxes to plates. Sonny tossed you the Fordham hoodie and you eagerly pulled over your head, muttering a soft ‘thanks’.

“Okay well now it really looks like you don’t have anythin’ on.”

“Shut it Carisi.” You punched him in the arm, adjusting the sleeves slightly so you could at least carry your plate over to the coffee table.

The two of you sunk into a comfortable back and fourth as you ate, bantering as you usually did, half paying attention to the t.v as it played through a series of Holiday episodes of various sitcoms and the like. Your phone continued to ping throughout the evening, and practically every time you rolled your eyes, eventually responding that you’d ended up getting trapped at work and wouldn’t be able to make it. Honestly you were relieved, a cozy night in with a friend sounded like a hell of a lot better than babysitting a group of way too drunk thirty somethings while they thought they could still party like they were twenty one.

You’d finally found a channel playing a marathon of your mutually favourite show, Sonny cracking open a bottle of Malbec, swapping from the beers, and you were more than okay with how things were going.

And then the lights flickered.

You both froze, saying a mental prayer that it was just a fluke, maybe someone a couple floors down had decided to plug in one to many Christmas decorations? Relaxing a bit as the t.v continued to play, your hearts jumping as the lights jolted once again, you both shot a glance at each other, your eyes connected while the power shot back on with a small groan, right before plunging the apartment into complete darkness.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You groaned, dropping your head onto the back of the couch.

“Hold on.” Sonny’s hand grabbed his cell, flicking the flashlight on, “I’ve got some candles around here somewhere.”

He scurried around for a few minutes, grabbing the few candles he could find, finding a lantern flashlight from the hall closet he left turned on on the kitchen island to let the room be covered in a soft glow while the candles flickered. He also tossed a few extra blankets onto the couch, figuring the heat would probably be out and things were about to get much more chilly for who knew how long.

“Better?” He asked, shooting you a grin as he settled into the couch, the blankets spread evenly across the two of you.

“I guess.” You teased, “but what the fuck are we supposed to do now? I’m basically stuck here at least until the power comes back on..” Sonny shrugged, his eyes glancing around his apartment, suddenly aware on how much everything required some kind of electricity to enjoy. Until his eyes rested on the kitchen island near your bag.

“What about Jenga?” He winced as your foot slammed into his thigh, an annoyed look on your face.

“Shut up Carisi.”

“No.” He laughed, “I mean like, legit Jenga, we ignore whatever kinda weird sex game’s involved.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, pulling the blankets tighter around you as he darted through the room to grab the game.

He was quick to dump the pieces out onto the coffee table, the tips of his ears flushing as he shoved the sexy instructions away from the game. The tower of pieces were set up with extreme precision as he concentrated on making sure it was completely even before he got the game started, plucking a piece from the tower.

“Your go.” He smirked as he turned to you, making sure to top your wine glass as you leant forward. Your hand swiftly pulled a block from the middle of the pile without the tower even shaking.

“Your turn detective.”

It only took a few more turns before you dropped back on the couch, a huff escaping your lips before Sonny turned to you.

“You bored?”

“Uh…yeah…” you laughed, “how about this?” You leant forward, picking through the discarded rectangles as your eyes darted over them, “these all have ridiculous acts that we’re supposed to do on them. How about every time we pull one we have to.. tell the story of the time we did said act..or like…if we ever would?”

“Would certainly make things interesting.” He laughed at the way you gleefully knocked over the stack, skillfully re-stacking them with the previously discarded pieces back amongst the others.

“What? Makes more sense to start from the beginning.” You smirked, pulling a piece out, flipping it over to read it quickly, “ugh, lame. Have you ever gotten a blow job?”

“Yeah.” Sonny laughed, “easy start.” He picked a piece out of the tower,

“Lick a line of whipped cream off your partner.”

“It wasn’t whipped cream and it went up my nose but it <em>was </em>white.”

“I-what?!” Sonny’s eyes widened at you while you smirked over a sip of wine.

“Oh relax! I was barely eighteen.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” He laughed, curiosity taking over, “where was the line?” You smirked, your eyes darting down to his crotch and back up to his.

“Exactly where you think it was.”

“Jesus.” He muttered. You laughed as you plucked your next piece,

“Ever sixty-nine’d?” You cocked a brow as Sonny laughed, sipping at his wine.

“Tried it once…wouldn’t recommend it. Too easy to get distracted.”

“Noted.”

“Ya ever try bondage?”

“Mmm…” you thought over another sip, “I wouldn’t call it bondage but..at little restrained…” your face scrunched, “and there are a lot of weird dudes out there who once they find out I’m a cop ask about being cuffed…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah…can’t say those ones get second dates. You tellin’ me you’ve never had a girl with a cop kink come onto you?”

“No.” He laughed.

“Not even while you were a uni? Cause I’ve seen you in your blues…” Sonny couldn’t help the small flush as you trailed off, glad he could distract himself by draining his wine as you slid another game piece out. “take a body shot off your partner. You ever taken a body shot?”

“No?” Carisi paused, brow furrowing as he tried to think back, “is that where ya take a shot outta someone’s cleavage?”

“It can be, but there’s a few ways of doing them.” You suddenly jumped up from the couch, Sonny’s eyes following you as you darted to the kitchen.

“What’re ya-“

“Showing you the better way to do them.”

What could you say? The wine had gone to your head a bit, you may as well entertain yourself with flustering your partner the best you could tonight if you couldn’t watch mindless Christmas movies. He watched as you threw open the cupboard over the sink, the way you had to perch on your toes and reach above your head to grab the tequila bottle causing your dress and his hoodie to ride up, just barely exposing the curve of your ass. You grabbed the salt shaker from the stove and plucked the unused lime from the pad Thai box before padding back to the couch, standing in front of Sonny.

“May I?” You gestured, and despite Sonny having no real idea what exactly he was agreeing to, he nodded, placing his wine on the side table just in time for you to climb into his lap, straddling his hips, your weight remaining on your shins. You handed him the bottle of tequila, your now free hand shifting the neck of his Henley to expose his collar bone, “see, this way, there’s the contact and sexiness of a body shot without having to have a certain amount of cleavage.” He sucked a breath when your tongue lapped a strip on his clavicle, “and don’t get me started on those gross belly button ones. They basically only happen in the movies.” You shook a line of salt onto the dampened skin before holding the lime up to his mouth, “open.”

“I-really?” You rolled your eyes,

“I just licked your neck, I think we’re past the point of boundaries.” He chuckled, taking the rind of the citrus into his teeth, “don’t squeeze.” As you grabbed the tequila bottle back from him he found his hands instinctively settling on your hips, a flutter shooting through his body as you licked up the salt from his skin.

You swallowed a gulp of liquor from the bottle, wincing slightly before your mouth closed around the lime, squeezing its juices into your mouth. Sonny’s eyes didn’t fall from yours the entire time, you shifted, tossing the lime onto an empty plate

“What?” You asked, settling fully into his lap, not realizing your dress was riding up even further at the motion.

“Nothin’. I can just see why you like that style better.”

“I—“ your eyes suddenly shot downwards at the feeling against your inner thigh, turning back up to his with a gleam in them, “it appears I’m not the only one.” Sonny half laughed,

“Ya said it yourself…we’re past the point of no return.” His arms slid around your waist as his lips crashed against yours. Your felt your breath catch in your throat as your eyes fluttered shut, his lips moving perfectly against yours, his tongue trailed across your lower lip, groaning at the taste of citrus left behind before his tongue delved into your mouth. At the feeling of your tongue massaging and rolling against his own he tightened his arms around you, standing from the couch, you shrieked at the movement, your free hand clutching to him in a laugh.

“Sonny! The tequila!” He shot you a wink that caused your cheeks to flush while he grabbed the bottle, taking a solid swig before bending over to drop it on the coffee table.

Your legs dropped to the floor but your arms stayed tightly wrapped around his neck as your lips met again, tongues dancing against each other in a heated kiss. His hands held onto your hips as he did his best to direct you to the bedroom, a fit of giggles escaping against his mouth as you stumbled into an armchair. Your hands broke free from his neck as he pushed the sweatshirt up, tossing it onto the couch as you began to tumble your way down the hallway. Sonny’s lips laid kisses down your jaw, you gasped as he pushed you back into the wall with more ferocity than you’d expected, pinning you against it while his hips rolled against you.

“Oh fuck…” You breathed out. Suddenly Sonny’s hand was cupping your cheek, the incredible soft and intimate man you knew back in front of you.

“Sorry, fuck. Tell me to stop and I will.” You smiled at his words,

“On the contrary, the last thing I want you to do is stop.”

He shot you that world class grin before pouncing on you again, a small laugh breaking out of your lips against his skin as he backed you into his bedroom. Your hands slid under his shirt, tickling at his soft skin before shoving it over his head. Sonny’s hands quickly found the zipper of your dress, pushing the silky material down your body, groaning at the sight of your bare chest and barely there underwear.

“Jesus Doll….you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You giggled, cheeks flushing as you murmured out a ‘thanks’ before your hands looped into the waistband of his pants, shoving them down. Sonny kicked them off, softly pushing you back onto the bed before he climbed over top of you. His lips met yours in a heated kiss again, his hands tracing down your body. They briefly stopped at your tits, cupping and groping at the flesh before pinching at your nipples, rolling them in his fingers to bring them to peaks. Your back arched in a moan, eager for more, your hips rolling against his hardened length.

Sonny chuckled, his mouth leaving yours to wrap around one of your nipples, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud while his hand found its way between your legs, slipping your panties to the side. You gasped at the feeling of the pads of his fingers exploring your pussy, dipping in ever so softly, playing with the wetness. Two of his fingers spread your lips open, you felt your thighs fall open instinctively at the touch, your hands digging into his skin as his middle finger pumped into you, the heel of his palm beginning to rub at your clit while he began to finger fuck you. His lips moved to your other tit, nipping at the underside, sucking a mark into it while his fingers continued their assault on your heat. You swore as his finger curled, dragging past your gspot, your hips already shuddering against his hand.

“No one’s ever touched me like this…fuck!”

“Relax sweetheart.” His eyes met yours, his head resting against your chest while his kiss swollen lips wrapped around your nipple again and if that wasn’t the fucking hottest thing you’d ever seen, “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”

You couldn’t help but groan as he added another finger, softly scissoring and stretching your walls out, each pump dragging across your sensitive spot. The pressure of his palm increased on your clit while he bit at your nipple, your hands clenched at his back, a whimper leaving your lips. Sonny increased the pace of his hand, shifting his thumb to your clit, beginning to roll it in time with his fingers as he fucked you harder. It was so suddenly you felt the burst of pleasure wash over you, a yelp escaping your lips as your body clamped around him, legs attempting to tighten around him.

“Holy shit….” You muttered. Sonny chuckled, giving you a minute to recover before you were pushing at his shoulder, “roll over.” He did as you asked, groaning as your hands shed him of his boxers, and you of your panties, the warmth of your pussy dragging over his bare cock, “do you wa—“

“Nah doll, just need ta feel ya…” You’d been partners long enough you knew each other’s history’s, and Sonny would never forget the whining in pain of the week you had your IUD put in. You were more than okay forgoing further protection, eager to feel every ridge of his cock against you.

You leant down to kiss him softly, relishing in the way that his hand cupped your cheek softly, ever the tender moment. Leaning back up you grasped his cock, stroking a few times causing him to throw his head back against the pillows before you teased yourself with the tip between your folds, groaning at the sensation as Sonny’s hands settled on your hips. You lined yourself up, sinking down on his dick, the groan escaping your lips much louder than you’d expected but fuck did he ever feel good buried deep inside you.

“Fuck doll…”

Both of you had your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of being so close together, so intimately connected as you adjusted to the feeling, doing your best to remember to please the other person before you came. You braced your hands on his abdomen, slowly rocking your hips, a breathy gasp escaping you as your clit rolled against him. Sonny’s hands on your hips helped encourage you as you began to rise up, leaving just his head inside of you before plunging back down on his cock. Slowly you began to increase your speed, the sounds of skin slapping on skin and your whimpers and grunts vibrating off the walls.

You gasped when Sonny suddenly sat up, wrapping a steady arm around your waist, his feet planted solidly against the bed as he thrusted up into you. The new angle making you shiver against him, every thrust meeting a deeper spot inside of you, dragging through your fluttering walls like you couldn’t believe. His lips met yours, swallowing your cries, which were already louder than you’d expected. Sonny could feel his dick twitching at the feeling of your warmth, the juices leaking around his cock every time he plunged into your heat, he could see the flush on your chest and cheeks. He could feel the way your pussy began to pulsate around him, and as much as you were on top, your movements began to falter, giving him control as your eyes screwed shut. His free hand snuck between your bodies, beginning to roll your clit heavily, you gasped loudly, burying yourself against his shoulder.

“Oh Sonny! Oh fuck!” You did your best to quiet your moans by biting into his shoulder which only drove him further on.

He swiftly rolled you over so you were your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he sat up, continuing to thrust into your dripping pussy. His fingers worked overtime on your clit, following your direction as you whined out small ‘don’t stop’s and ‘right there’. He felt your walls clench down around his cock, nearly stilling his hips as a near sob broke through the room, your body shuddering under his as your thighs shook around his body. His hips began to falter, the feeling more than enough for him to reach his release, he dropped down over you, his lips meeting yours again and it was the way that you so eagerly accepted him, pulling him so tightly to you, groaning against his lips in aftershock that had him stilling against you, grunting as he spilled into you.

Breathlessly the two of you stayed there for a few moments, Sonny doing the best he could to not crush you with his weight before he slowly rolled off of you, tugging you to curl against his side while the two of you caught your breath.

“Holy shit…” He finally muttered, causing you to giggle, “is it wrong to say I’m glad you mixed up the gifts?” You swatted at his chest, a small smile on your lips as you shifted to kiss him softly.

“As long as this was the only way it ended…no.” You snuggled up against him again, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest while his arms held you to his body. A few more moments of bliss passed by before you spoke again, “you got plans on New Year’s?”

“What? You aimin’ for more than a kiss at midnight?” You snorted, propping yourself up on your elbow,

“Potentially….” You smirked, “but Kelly’s gonna wonder who it was that I had mind blowing sex with that was good enough to blow off her Stagette and I RSVP’d to the wedding with a plus one…”

“You askin’ me on a date?”

“Only if you want to.”

“If it ends like this, I am more than willing.” You smacked at his chest again, leaning down to kiss him softly.

“It’s an open bar…so I can’t make any promises…” Sonny smiled against your lips as he ducked up to kiss you again.

You both heard a sudden rumble echo through the building, grabbing your attention away from each other. You felt your brow furrow for a moment before the lights down the hall flicked on, the sound of the t.v vibrating from the living room.

“You wanna finish that Christmas movie?” Sonny asked, sitting up softly as he stroked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Or we could finish that game of Jenga.” You smirked, laughing as Sonny bit at your shoulder, picking you up from the bed. When you whined over the cold he laughed, pulling on a pair of pyjama pants, reminding you that there was a perfectly warm sweater waiting for you in the living room.

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#Sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi smut #sonny carisi one shot #sonny carisi x you #sonny carisi fanfiction #aw and order svu #aw and order svu smut

[vihilum]

i.  alias, name. vox lux.

ii . birthday. Aug 6.

iii . zodiac sign.   Leo :/

iv . height. uhhhhhhhhh 5’5 I think.

v .  hobbies. writing, collaging, gaming, DND, trivia, roasting my friends, watching movies, writing movies, making movies, and pinteresting till I fall asleep.

vi . favorite color. purple.

vii .  favorite book(s). Waiting for Snow in Havana by Carlos Eire. Scott Heim’s Mysterious Skin is another long time fave.

viii .  last song.  she’s gone away by NIN.

ix . last film / show. last film was I blame society, last show was peacemaker. Both fucking awesome.

x . recent reads. Currently reading ‘the devil crept in’ by Ania Ahlborn. It’s sick. I love it.

xi . inspiration.  if it’s grimy, if it’s gross, if it’s ugly, i’m compartmentalizing it into my brain for later. inspiration feels like a bolt of lightning, and it usually strikes when I’m jamming to synthwave, getting stupid stoned, or just free writing in my journal. 

xii . story behind url.  something I made up for a character, I thought it sounded metal so I made my entire brand revolve around it.

xiii . fun fact about me. I used to have a different boondock saints shirt for every day of the week. 

tagged by: @prettyxbiites tagging: steal it.

#about me :)

[semisectionalsofa]

Pokemon Region Based on Florida ....Think About It....

You start up north on the map in your vaguely southern hometown. There’s a rusted pickup truck parked outside your neighbor’s home. 

Then you visit the professor (who looks like he used to be in a pop punk band) in a small university town based on Gainesville. 

Cities/Gyms based on 

West Palm Beach - very preppy town where everyone wears pastels with a clothing store to match. Gym leader is a middle-aged woman with coiffed blonde hair wearing Lily Pulitzer like print who specializes in flowery Grass Types. 

Key West - Island town where everyone seems to have a shady past, but are actually generally amiable. Older Pirate/Jimmy Buffet-esque gym leader specializing in Water Types 

St. Augustine - Mysterious fountain in the middle of it. Fire type gym based on Castillo de San Marcos. 

Orlando - Major city with a Fairy Type Pokemon Theme Park. Gym is fairy, and the trainers are dressed like actual Fairy Type Pokemon (no furry). There’s a route nearby that’s an artificial snow mountain meant to attract tourists. 

Southwest Florida - Beach town where almost everyone is old as hell. Ghost Type gym. 

Little Havana/Miami - City with trading port. Fighting-type gym. New Rooster-based Pokémon roam the street. Gym leader says (I’m sorry) “say hello to my little friends.” 

Wynwood/Miami - Town decorated in streetart murals and with art galleries. Psychic or Dark-themed gym. 

Tampa - This isn’t calling out anything to me, but I guess you gotta do it. You get to take a route based on the Sunshine Skyway to it, so that’s fun! 

South Beach/Miami - Final city with league championship. During the day it’s a pastel Art Deco dream. Then at night it’s light up in neon. 

Everglades - The new Wild Area with a lot more swamp. 

Plot involves uncovering a corrupt official who wants to drain the Everglades/Wild Area for development putting the habitat of many unique Pokémon at risk. 

New Pokémon based on: 

- Flamingos 

- Dolphins 

- Manatees 

- Florida Panthers 

- Oranges (like imagine a little orange Oddish-like guy who evolves into an orange blossom tree?) 

- Give us a new Shark Pokémon, c’mon! 

- Grouper 

- Roseate Spoonbill

- Heliconias 

- Possums 

- Armadillos

- Shrimp 

- Marlins, Tarpons and/or Swordfish. (Wait... legendary trio?) 

- Hogfish 

- Parrot Fish 

- Conch 

- Bobcat 

- Half snake/half alligator (if you know, you know). 

- Swamp Ape! 

- Butterfly-based bug Eevee evoltion! 

- New Pikachu rip-off is grass/water swamprat. 

- And, you’re gonna hate it, two new bug species based on mosquitoes and roaches that are annoying as hell! 

#Florida #Pokémon #fakemon

[apesoformythoughts]

“The world changed while I slept, and much to my surprise, no one had consulted me. That's how it would always be from that day forward. Of course, that's the way it had been all along. I just didn't know it until that morning. Surprise upon surprise: some good, some evil, most somewhere in between. And always without my consent.”

— Carlos Eire: Waiting for Snow in Havana

#carlos eire

[neilmobile]

Here's my movies of 2021 list. I watched so many terrible horror movies (free Shudder trial) and now, with a criterion subscription, rounding out the year with obscure 70s gems. Bolded were great, italics were terrible:

The Sword in the Stone

Mank

Blackbeard's Ghost

Beowulf

Beowulf & Grendel

Sweet Smell of Success

Jane Eyre (1943)

Fireball: Visitors From Darker Worlds

Solaris (1972)

Tapeheads

You Should Have Left

Sea of Shadows

The Lodge

War Games

Vamp

April Fools Day

Tales of Terror

Our Man in Havana

Odd Man Out

Beau Travail

Running Man (1963)

Outside the Wire

The Midnight Sky

The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes

Beastie Boys Story

Mystery Train

The Professionals

Psycho Goreman

Bill and Ted Face the Music

Fantasy Island

Arkansas

Waiting for the Barbarians

The Yakuza

Coming 2 America (ugh)

Nomadland

Zac Snyder's Justice League (fuck this)

Sunset Boulevard

Waiting

Batman Forever

Le Havre

Godzilla VS Kong

Elvira Mistress of the Dark

One Cut of the Dead

Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla

Terror of Mechagodzilla

Cleopatra

Urban Legend

Warlock

Warlock 2

Fear Dot Com

Mindhunters

The Blob (1958)

Play Time

Dragon Inn

Mortal Kombat (2021)

Point Blank

My Fair Lady

Assault on Precinct 13

House (Hausu)

Police Story 2

Without Remorse

Snatch

The Street Fighter

The Street Fighter Returns

Revenge of the Street Fighter

Beverly Hillbillies

High Flying Bird

Apostle

The Naked Gun

Ava

Ma Rainey's Black Bottom

Da 5 Bloods

Mudbound

Poseidon

Spider-Man 3

Dark Skies

The Mitchells vs The Machines

12 Rounds

The Marine

Elvira's Haunted Hills

Space Sweepers

La Traviata

Exodus

Army of the Dead (why do I keep watching his movies)

Down Periscope

Bachelor Party

Countdown

Antebellum

Rocco and his Brothers

Sam Whiskey

Repo Man

Local Hero

Greenland

Stroszek

Woyzeck

Fata Morgana

Heart of Glass

Jubal

Slaughterhouse Rulez

An Elephant Standing Still

Fast Color

F9: Fast Saga

Handsome

Wolf of Snow Hollow

Summer of Soul

Fear Street 1994: Part 1

Concrete Cowboy

Runaway

Cleo from 9 to 5

Rio Bravo

Rio Lobo

The Sparks Brothers

Black Widow

The Great Beauty

Werewolves Within

Fear Street 1978: Part 2

Fear Street 1666: Part 3

Psycho

Psycho 2

Terror Train

Escape Room

The Hitcher (2007)

The Green Knight

The Suicide Squad

Employee of the Month

Don't Breathe

Old

Waxwork

Bacurau

Horror of Dracula

Brides of Dracula

Rollercoaster

The Mummy (1959)

Night of the Lepus

How to Make a Monster

The Thing That Couldn't Die

Snake Eyes: GI Joe thing

Haunted Mansion

King Kong Escapes

The Beast Must Die

Cannibal Women in the Avacado Jungle of Death

Demonic Toys

This Island Earth

Doll Man

Evil Bong

Trancers

Romeo Must Die

Marseille Trilogy - Cesar

Marseille Trilogy - Marius

Marseille Trilogy - Fanny

Shang-Chi

Killers From Outer-Space

Hideous!

Valley of the Dragons

The Mole People

Seven Samurai

Hook

Son of Dr. Jekyll

Crystal Lake Memories

Hobgoblins

Shrunken Heads

Seedpeople

Puppet Master

Oblivion

Anacondas: Hunt for the Blood Orchid

The Creation of the Humanoids

Kate

Candyman (2021)

The Empty Man

Day of the Dolphin

The Mummy's Tomb

Dinosaurus

Malignant (this was terrible and great)

Lost Boys: The Tribe

Prom Night (2008)

Prom Night (1980)

Prom Night 2

Snatchers

Hellmaster

Carrie

House on Haunted Hill

No Time To Die

Halloween 4

Halloween 5

Night of the Demons

Dark Waters

Viya

There's Someone Inside Your House

Blacula

Muppet's Haunted Mansion

Maniac Cop

House of Wax (2005)

Curse of the Mummy's Tomb

The Turning

The Grudge

Evilspeak

Another Evil

Satanic Panic

Scare Package

Porno

Edge of the Axe

Here Comes Hell

Saturday the 14th

Dr. Cyclops

Dracula: Dead and Loving It

Halloween Kills

Malevolant

Annette

Curse of Frankenstein

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Cult of the Cobra

She-Wolf of London

Lamb

Time Walker

Last Night in Soho

Dune (2021)

Have Rocket Will Travel

The Devil Rides Out

The French Dispatch

Adios, Sabata

Jungle Cruise

Red Notice

Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me

The In-Laws

Venom: Let There Be Carnage

Beatles: Get Back

Hot Millions

To Live and Die in LA

Wild Goose Lake

Monos

Snake Eyes (1998)

Those Who Wish Me Dead

A Spy Movie

Black Friday (1940)

Popeye

The Last Embrace

Prisoner of Zenda (1979)

Spider-Man: No Way Home

Raising Cane

Stalker

Sparkle (1976)

Sanjuro

Tick, Tick, Boom

Power of the Dog

Night Comes For Us

Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

News of the World

The Last Duel

The Matrix: Resurrections (yoinks)

Antlers

10 Rillington Place

Living in Oblivion

To Die For (this is so good, go see it, Illeana Douglas forever)

Last Train from Gun Hill

Reversal of Fortune (fuck this movie for making Alan Dershowitz seem like a decent person)

Man on a Swing

#movies 2021