#"Silent Night"

[goodblacknews]

MUSIC MONDAY: "Ultimate Soul of the Season" - The Black Christmas Soundtrack - Expanded Edition 2023

by Jeff Meier (FB: Jeff.Meier.90) Welcome to the holiday season, Good Black News family!  We hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving – and are counting down the 25 days of Christmas now that it’s December. In what’s become a holiday tradition, we’ve updated our now massive Black Christmas music Spotify playlist with a whole heap of new songs. The month of November was spent searching far and wide…

[independent-fics]

Now, you can take that as a gift, or you can take it as a curse. And that's up to you.

Eliot Spencer and Parker Doing the Things Others Won’t

Leverage (2008-2012)

04x01 The Long Way Down Job

05x09 The Rundown Job

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When two people are silent, they have a lot to say.

[confused-wanderer]

Merthur but make it

“Brown eyed people when the sunlight hits them at a certain angle”

Arthur who is in love with Merlin’s eyes. Who knows the man by them alone because no other gaze has ever been as honest and vulnerable as his.

Arthur who fully sees Merlin’s eyes go yellow and brown when the sun hits them. Arthur who is fully convinced it’s just another miracle of nature. He knows how sunlight sometimes distorts peoples eyes, he’s never seen them work quite so intensely as they do on Merlin. Because of course the sun favoured him. Of course Merlin was special. In Arthur’s eyes, Merlin was the embodiement of sunshine. Wasn’t it only fitting that the sun had found a favourite in him too?

Himbo Arthur who doesn’t realise Merlin’s eyes aren’t brown because he’s too busy admiring them when they turn yellow, even for a split second. Arthur who pouts when he tries to see if anyone else’s’ eyes can do it, and is disappointed when they can’t. Arthur who can tell Merlin apart from thousands just by his eyes, but never argues about their color.. it’s just..so.. Merlin, no matter the color.

Gwaine and Lancelot who are dying of repressed laughter when they overheard an argument where a noble accuses Merlin of magic because he claims he saw the servant’s eyes turn yellow and Arthur’s prompt defence being “oh I’ve seen that happen myself multiple times”

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

[nobeerreviews]

On a lone winter evening, when the frost has wrought a silence.

--John Keats

[merakisphere]

When someone asks what this is, exactly, I never really know what to tell them. People come up to my booth at market events and say, "what a cool bracelet", or "what a neat ornament"! Others express how fancy of a "fidget toy" this is, or how it would make a "wonderful gift".

Is there a word that describes something as "everything, all at once?"

Did you know that you don't have to choose from just the colours I have listed in my shop? You can select "custom request" and let me know of any combination of beads from any style you'd like your Meraki Sphere to be made! Wire options are: Tarnish Resistant Brass, Steel, and Electroplated (Rose Gold, Dark Grey, Brilliant Silver)

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!!PSA!! Our shop will run at a reduced capacity for the month of May as we will be visiting family in Korea for the first time in decades! (so excited!). Our shop will remain open, and you may continue to place orders, however our lead time will be set to 4-6 weeks. Family/friends will be processing orders, but at a limited capacity.

[andallshallbewell]

[6nocturnal6nymph6]

"𝐼'𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦'𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠."

[gentil-minou]

How do I explain to the people watching the cat girl poll saying the ml fandom used bots to win that no its not bots it's that buggachat is a literal tumblr god and has that much power

[sharry-arry-odd]

"I hope it's okay," Marilyn says. "Fine," I say, and it's embarrassing that I'm talking to not even a plant but a picture of a plant on someone else's phone, but I can't help myself. "Look at you. You're growing up. And you're surrounded by so many sexy ferns." Huge, primordial ferns rise from the ground around him. "He was all cooped up in that pot," Marilyn says. "There was no room for him to grow. I mean, his poor little roots were traumatized. I hope I did all right." Fine won't be coming with me anymore. He won't sit on his perch and watch TV with me ever again. He isn't mine anymore. "It's great," I tell Marilyn. "It's perfect. I think I was holding him back." "There's a lovely pepper bush in there waiting to come out," Marilyn says. "He's going to just grow and grow. Next time you see him, I bet you won't even recognize the little guy." You see, I tell Fine inside my head. You're going to be better than ever. "And now you've got an excuse," Marilyn says. "For what?" "To come visit," she says.

The Final Girl Support Group, by Grady Hendrix

[blindfolded-nakedtruth]

The night is when I truly meet myself. With the world asleep, I'm left alone with my thoughts. The silence and darkness help me understand myself better. It's time for introspection, and I find comfort in my own company.

[acourtofquestions]

Earlier this summer, Lysandra had crossed those foothills with her companions-with her queen. Had watched Aelin ascend one, and stride to the carved granite stone jutting from its top. The marker of the border between Adarlan and Terrasen. Her friend had taken a step beyond the stone, and had been home.

Perhaps it made Lysandra a fool, but she had not realized that the next time she'd see the foothills again, wearing the feathers of a bird, it would be in war.

Or as a scout for an army thousands of soldiers strong, marching far behind her. She'd left Aedion to figure out how to explain Aelin's sudden disappearance when she'd departed for this scouting mission.

"Right there," Aedion said, pointing to a small, weather-worn granite boulder carved with whorls and swirls. "Once we pass that rock, we're on Terrasen soil."

Not quite daring to believe she wasn't still asleep, Aelin walked toward that rock, whispering the Song of Thanks to Mala Fire-Bringer for leading her to this place, this moment.

Aelin ran a hand over the rough rock, and the sun-warmed stone tingled as if in greeting.

Then she stepped beyond the stone.

And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.

[silentthoughtsvoiced]

Startling Reality

Live.

Lived.

It’s the same, isn’t it.

I do.

I say.

I follow the script.

I can’t be wrong.

Living.

Surviving.

Struggling.

The resemblance is just amazing.

The silence falls on our shoulders like a blanket on a cold night.

Warmth,

something I’m not familiar with.

It never lasts.

Peace,

It burns out in seconds.

Fear,

They’re all I ever known.

I’ve gotten better.

I mean, I’m still here.

It’s nothing special, that is, befriending fear.

The hand wavers and the lip quivers.

The heart pounds and all sense of control has disappeared.

The mind becomes a maze of thoughts and emotions.

Who am I ?

What can I do?

Where do I go?

Who I can call?

How do I stop this?

Silence.

I don’t know.

There’s no trust.

It’s always been me, myself, and I.

It’ll be over soon.

I’ll be over soon.

[euesworld]

"My heart thunders when you touch me, every beat a lightning strike.. you are the perfect storm on a warm silent night. Your fingers gust through my soul, across my skin, and straight to the heart of me.. every breath from your lips is like a fantasy as you bring me to the brink of ecstacy."

It's all about you, you, you, YOU!! You are the perfect storm of lover and affection - eUë

[everydayesterday]

Intertitles from The Poor Little Rich Girl (1917), starring Mary Pickford as a lonely daughter, and known for its dream sequences.