#14 December 2022

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Louis Tomlinson, FITF LIVE IN CONCERT: O2 SHEPHERD’S BUSH EMPIRE (14.12.2022)

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Remember when company came?

FGM Drinks (UK) Ltd 14 December 2022

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All 3 Pryzm Kingston shows plus q&a are uploaded here on youtube

https://www.youtube.com/@samkay79

courtesy of @eni.x.c on instagram.

Thank you! Full December promo links here.

Pryzm Night One:

Pryzm Q&A:

Pryzm Acoustic:

Pryzm Night Two:

O2 SHEPHERD’S BUSH EMPIRE:

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أتظن أن العقل يخضع للقلب،

في الطريقة التي يواصل بها استحضار

ما لم يعد له وجود؟

لا أعرف لماذا أتأرجح بينهما كبندول

في حين أني أعلم أن السراب لن

يكون كافيًا أبدًا

لكن، القلب لا عيون له

والعقل ليس بوسعه المقاومة حين يستجديه قائلًا:

مرة واحدة أخيرة فقط.

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العقل والقلب - لانج لييف -#ترجمة_ضي_رحمي

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Why would she get on that boat, hasn’t she seen the movie?!

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🎄 Louis' lil Christmas Party's wheel of fortune, 14 December 2022:

Nominate 1

1 shot

2 shots

1 shot band

Shot Louis / Chris 1 shot

Neck nominate

Nominate 2 people

Shot all

Wear the gag for 3 rounds or 3 shots

Shot only! Louis Isaac Michael (??)

Nominate 1

“London let me be honest with you… I’ve had a little bit too much to drink in our Christmas party tonight, let’s have a big fucking night tonight!” - 14.12

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A worker at the stadium shared their experience meeting Harry, and how he said his name was "HARRY EDWRAD" - Dec 14 2022 (x)

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☕️ 💙 Barista Louie x

Hey Babe!

It's Written All Over Your Face, Say It

A Toffee Nut Behind the Door oh oh

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Louis Tomlinson, FITF LIVE IN CONCERT: O2 SHEPHERD’S BUSH EMPIRE (14.12)

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There were many things in the Evermore that went bump in the night. But not many things had the decency to knock.

Shelby had kind of learned to ignore the many things that roamed outside at night- zombies, armor stands, sleepwalking Sausage, sheep, the fog. It was just better to pretend that the spooky noises around her house were just the wind, and put her pillow over her head. However, she’d never had a knock at her door in the middle of the night.

But that is exactly what happened, some misty October night. The knock was crisp, a quirky two-tap kind of thing. Shelby pulled herself out of bed and wrapped a purple robe around herself, wondering who on earth would be so bold as to knock on her door this late at night. Maybe it was one of her friends in trouble, she thought, grabbing her wand. Or maybe it’s Katherine, she then thought, wondering if she should have put on some perfume. Or, it was the academy, they’d found her, she thought as she started to open the door. With all of these conflicting thoughts in her mind, she wrenched open her door to find a mysterious man standing there.

“Uh, hello?” Shelby asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, well hello there!” The man sounded cheerful, giving her a crooked smile and bowing slightly.

“Hi…” Shelby reached in her pocket for her wand. “Do you… want something?”

“Oh, no, it’s more about something you might like.” The man replied in that overly friendly voice that was far too energized for the darkness outside. “If you’d like, I can show you my wares.”

Shelby looked at him for a moment, tired brain slowly catching up until she finally understood. “Oh. You’re like a wandering trader. Except more annoying because you don’t talk in hmm’s. Okay, listen pal, I don’t want what whatever you’re trying to sell me, and I am a witch and will hex you.” She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the man.

The man gasped, but not in fear, rather unabashed excitement. He pulled his dark cloak off his shoulders and revealed deep purple robes. “Oh my gosh! I’m a wizard! I knew that shade of purple robe looked familiar! It’s been- gosh, I can’t remember when I last met a magical folk such as myself! Well, I am so sorry for the facade, you know how it is when trying to make a sale to the mortals. I sell magical crystals, among other things. It is a real pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, and Shelby hesitantly took it. He shook her hand firmly. “We should take this inside though, there are monsters out here.” He moved past her and into the house.

Shelby blinked rapidly, trying to figure out if she’d ever said he could come in. But he was in now, and settling down at her kitchen table. “Uh… so you’re a wizard?”

“Yes, a traveling one at that.” The man was unpacking some things out of a pocket of his cloak. It looked almost like glass blocks, but even the most colorful of glass didn’t shine in the candlelight like these did. “I sell magical crystals. You name it, I can get a crystal for it. Is there any magic you need, witch… ah, I’m afraid you haven’t told me your name.”

“Shelby.” Shelby replied, closing the front door slowly and leaning against the wall, watching him. “And you are?”

The man chuckled. “Shelby… it’s a wonderful name. You know, Shelby, you should never tell a stranger your name, especially one saying to be magic. You never know what might happen…” He trailed off, tilting his head. Then he chuckled and smiled. “Luckily, I am just a simple traveling salesman wizard, so you have nothing to worry about. My name is Scar.”

“You know- I- I’m a very powerful witch, Scar, so I would suggest that you stop making vague threats at me. You’re on my land, fu- fricker, and I will not be annoyed by any person in my own home.”

“Well, of course.” Scar nodded to her, counting out the glowing crystals with long, nimble fingers. Under the faint glow the crystals and the candles, she could see that his hands were covered with scars, big and small, that traveled under his purple cloak, assumedly traveling the expanse of his body. “I would expect nothing less from a person who lives in such… odd woods. Felt like I was traveling through that mist for days, I’ll tell you that. Such odd things it told me… Now, Shelby, come, sit at the table and tell me… what is it that you need, what you desire?”

Scar steepled his hands, watching Shelby sit. She looked at the things on the table, then back up at Scar.

“I- I don’t even know what these are, Scar. They don’t have names.”

“Oh, but they do!” Scar replied. “Look closer, Shelby. Listen to them. The crystals will speak back to you. You’re like them- magic. We all speak the same language, it’s just some of it is softer then others.”

So she did, leaning in, focusing on the crystal in front of her, a large orange thing. It was faint at first, but got louder as she focused, her senses connecting with the magic encased in the crystal. She felt powerful. Her throat rumbled with a silent yell of triumph, and the euphoria of winning made her smile.

“I feel… courageous.” She said, looking up at Scar.

Scar clapped his hands. “Correct! A courage crystal- you can roar like a lion, speak true and freely without worry. Very good. You may have it, as a gift. Wizard to witch.” He slid the crystal to her. “How about… this one? It’s tough.” He plucked a pink crystal from the pile and placed it in front of her.

She looked down at it, and at once, Katherine came to mind. Swirling memories that were not real of a picnic, of a kiss. Shelby felt breathless, and she let out a breathy laugh. Her cheeks were bright red when she looked back up at Scar.

“Love?”

“Ah, so you already have a special someone in mind.” Scar chuckled. “Yes, a love crystal. Very powerful thing, love is. Take it. Use it well.”

A small red crystal caught her eye next, and she leaned towards it. She felt terror, bright, sudden terror. Could smell blood. There was some kind of heat radiating, no, bubbling, from the crystal. There was a word, it was right on the tip of her tongue. It was-

“That’s enough.” Scar closed his hand around the crystal, abruptly cutting off the things she was feeling. Shelby watching him put the crystal into his pocket.

“What’s a boogeyman?” She asked him.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Scar said firmly. “But, I think I should be going now.” He swept the rest of the crystals, minus the two in front of Shelby, into his pocket. “I need to go back to my lands now, I think. I’m sure my frien- well, perhaps someone will have noticed that I’m gone.”

The sun was just beginning to rise, and it almost blinded Shelby when Scar opened the front door. He leaned down, retrieving his dark cloak from where he’d left it, crumpled on the front porch. The fog was heavy in the forest, and Shelby joined Scar in looking at it.

“Well, hopefully I can get back without getting too lost.” Scar said, bowing to Shelby once more. “Thank you for letting me in, it was nice to have a friend for a while.” And with that, he walked away, off the path and into the mangrove forest.

Shelby watched him walk into the mist, wondering how lonely a man must have to be to consider a stranger a friend.

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أحيانًا أفتقد كوني مريضة

الجزء الأشد حزنًا مني يتمنى لو بقيت

في مدينة المرض العقلي المألوفة

- مهما كان نقيض التعافي -

حيث لم يوجد ما نضحك لأجله

لكن، الكثير لنكتب عنه

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