#Benjamin Vial

[sassypainterangel]

About me!

my etiquette ig? i don’t mind if you scroll through my blog like it’s your fy page. It makes me happy. Also if you like this post, assume i WILL do the same to ur blog. If you are one of my moots, i will reblog lots from you. I don’t like interacting with creeps, but i am also dirty minded so… shrug.

BASIC STUFF

names: Finn

pronouns: he/him

age: First two years of high school

country: USA

languages: english, four years of Mandarin, some Swedish, some ASL

Time zone: eastern time (new york time)

Relationship status: taken

^ that’s me btw ^

WRITING STUFF

goal: finish my poetry book

posting about: a whole bunch of random shit that I like!

I really like poetry. My favorite poet rn is Emily Dickinson because 1. gay 2. nature 3. yes

Also I have a writing side blog that I’m using rn to experiment with different perspectives on the same event! it’s called @perspective-play

READING STUFF

genres I like to read: ya, fantasy, romance, historical fiction

favourite books: six of crows, the swiss family robinson, the city of ember, calvin & hobbes, speak the graphic novel

fandoms: SoC & CK, Moomins, AtLA & LoK, Nimona, Initial D, Hilda, Studio Ghibli movies

OTHER STUFF

favourite colour: light turquoise

favourite artists: chvrches, billie eilish, alec benjamin, halsey, angels & airwaves, delilah bon, vial, evanescence

favourite song: young london by angels & airwaves

as of September 25, i’m 25 days self-harm clean

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[wubblesred]

Ghoulcy Week 2024 Day 7 SFW

Hello vaulties, back with the final of the ghoulcy week. Day 7 prompt is a test of loyalty. It is also a bit linked to the previous days prompts. It feels so weird that this is the end. This was so much fun. I hope you enjoyed passing this week with me and hope there will be one again next year.

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes. This will also be post in French.

It had been almost an hour since the haughty brunette had taken Lucy to their overseer. Damn it, his wife had barely opened her eyes when they pulled her out. Cooper was spinning around the room like a caged lion. Not even a week married and already the universe was trying to take away one of the only things that was worth it on this earth. The questions kept running through his mind, but one in particular kept coming back. What if Lucy chose the vault and not the ghoul. He did not know what he would do if she did.

Lucy had barely woken up and recovered from almost dying that Birdie had caught her and brought her to the overseer. She just wanted to find Cooper and get them both back on the road. But these morons wouldn’t listen and preferred to play the pseudo heroes.

“Look, Gucy, I know we have a tumultuous past but you helped this vault and we want to help you back. So I ask you again, do you want us to take care of this ghoul?"

“For the hundredth time, no! I appreciate your concerns, but as he surely points out, he is my husband and I want to leave with him.”

“Lucy, I come from the surface, I know the wasteland better than anyone else here, ghouls, and especially if this is who I think it is, are dangerous. You don’t marry them.” was Birdie’s remark while kneeling before the young woman, speaking to her as one would speak to a child.

“Cooper and I are connected in a way that no one else could understand. We understood it by traveling together, our souls call each other. I know from an outside perspective, it sounds crazy and you must think i'm totally nuts. But all I want to do is be with him. I don’t want to end up with the same problem we had last time, so let us go. Thank you so much for saving me, we’re even so let’s not talk about it anymore.”

The former vault dweller was uncomfortable talking about her feelings. She had not yet fully spoken of all that she felt to her husband and now she had to unpack everything to strangers. She knew very well that their story was absolutely crazy only Lucy felt it deep inside her, the ghoul and her were bound in an even deeper way than they thought at first. The soul of this man called to her, resonated and merged with hers, everything opposed them and yet together they created a magnificent harmony that Lucy never wanted to stop.

After another dozen speeches on the safety and dangers of the wasteland, Benjamin and Birdie agreed that she could return to her husband and even insisted that they take food with them. It was a long time and Lucy really hoped that Cooper didn’t slaughter anyone while she was away, but more importantly she hoped that he would still be there.

It seemed like an eternity since his wife left and everyone refused to give him any information. Still confined in the decontamination room, the ghoul began to slowly lose control mentally and physically, his vials were in Lucy’s bag posing next to him. It had been several days since he had given his medication to the young woman, a way of proving to her that he trusted her completely. Now he even refused to take his dose if it was not prepared by his wife, a behavior quite simply childish but one he continued to have just because it made Lucy laugh. It was her way of making herself useful to her husband, she said. God, he missed his little killer, he wanted to hold her so tight, feel her softness. So absorbed in his thoughts, he did not pay attention to the door that opened and did not realize the presence of someone until the latter jumped at his neck. Immediately recognizing Lucy, he hugged her and shoved his head into her neck.

Suddenly, a coughing fit took the throat of the ghoul, signaling to his wife that it was high time he took his dose. In no time, Lucy grabbed her bag, took a vial and injected it into Cooper’s spray bottle before giving it to him. When he recovered, the young woman explained to him that they just had to wait to receive supplies and then Benjamin and Birdie would walk them out and they would resume their journey.

After a strangely warm farewell from Vault 4, the spouses resumed their initial route. Lucy tried to apologize for slowing them down but Cooper stopped her immediately, it was only his fault for putting his wife in such danger. He added that he would have understood if she had wanted to stay there, away from him.

“Hey, first of all we’re husband and wife and two I love you, I wasn’t gonna leave you like this because we both forgot that radiation affects me more than you.”

“You had the security of a vault again. A semblance of a normal life.”

“My normal life is you now, Coop. And it wasn’t my vault. If I have to live again in one it will be vault 33 with my brother, Dogmeat, Janey and you. Besides, Norm’s gonna freak out when he sees you, it’s gonna be fun. I go to the surface for a few months and I will come back married to a ghoul with a child and a dog, he will understand nothing.”

“I think he won’t be the only one shocked to see us arrive, doll.” Could not help but add while laughing the ghoul already imagining the indignant faces of the many inhabitants of vault 33.

"Would you really come with me there to live?"

“Everything I did yesterday and today doesn’t prove it to you? I’ll be ready for anything as long as it allows me to be with you. As you said so well, my life is you now.”

“So it’s decided, let’s go find our daughter, pierce the mystery behind our existence and go home.”

To seal this wonderful deal Cooper decided to put a kiss on his wife’s lips before taking her hand and continuing their long journey towards their home.

[jiabeewrites]

The Devil Doesn't Settle (1/?)

(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)

Harry Potter/Wizarding World x DC

Pairing: Klarion Bleak x Fem!Reader, Lilith Bleak (OC) x Fem!Reader

CW: romance, past breakups, use of she/her, language, shitty attempt at angst, author attempted to not use y/n and i think i succeeded but who knows, klarion & lilith are being lil bitches who doesn't know how to romance, playing with feelings, wizarding relations are really weird, toxic relationships probably, pining, i think that's it but if there's more tell me!

Summary: Reader is an exchange student. She's a witch, but not the kind that hogwarts is used to. She uses pentagrams and incantations instead of wands and spells. She uses poisons and candles rather than potions and charms. She practices moonlit summonings instead of defense against the dark arts. So what happens when not one, but two lords of chaos appear in the middle of the great hall, both claiming to be her lover? (this is part one of a multi-part series, so look out for a pt 2!)

SONG: Devil Doesn't Bargain by Alec Benjamin

A/N: The formatting refused to work ;-; I'm sorry if I offended anyone! I just tried to portray traditional-ish(?) witchcraft in the way that I've kinda seen it portrayed in fiction. Please don't take this seriously, this is a work of fiction and isn't meant to portray witchcraft seriously.

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own moment, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

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It's useless, don't do this It's hubris to try He's ruthless, you knew this I told you, didn't I?

"Godrick, why is she even here?"

"I heard they let her in only because she threatened them."

"Her snake is so creepy!"

The whispers shrouded her like the mists of her home. But instead of bringing her comfort, these were laced with poison, bringing her pain.

They practiced magic, same as her, so what was the problem?

Her familiar, Noodle, curled tighter around her shoulders, seeking comfort. He didn't like it here, either.

"I know, guksu, I know."

"Why are you talking to your snake?"

A ginger-haired boy with a trillion freckles was staring at her.

"His name is Noodle. Guksu means noodles," she said, frowning. "I just call him that sometimes to calm him down."

"Weird." One of his friends, a girl with bushy brown hair, smacked him.

"Ron! Be nice," she scolded. He just raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Isn't she the one who summons demons?"

Ron. So that was his name.

She tucked that away for future reference.

He's abusive, elusive The truth is, he lies I know you don't want to let go

The caws of ravens and the croaks of bullfrogs echoed throughout the classroom.

"Silencio! SILENCIO!" That boy from earlier, Ron, was trying to silence his raven to no avail.

"It’s the way you’re moving your wand,” the girl next to him said, watching Ron critically. "You don’t want to wave it, it’s more a sharp jab."

"Ravens are harder than frogs," he said, frowning.

"Fine, let’s swap," she retorted, seizing Ron’s raven and replacing it with her own fat bullfrog. "Silencio!" The raven continued to open and close its sharp beak, but no sound came out.

"Very good, Miss Granger!" said Professor Flitwick’s squeaky little voice. The trio jumped in their seats. "Now, let me see you try, Mr. Weasley!"

"Wha — ? Oh — oh, right,” said Ron, very flustered. "Er — Silencio!" He jabbed at the bullfrog so hard that he poked it in the eye; the frog gave a deafening croak and leapt off the desk.

"Hmm..." That was when Flitwick noticed her.

"Miss? Why don't you give it a go?" Startled, she flinched but nodded. She pulled out a vial of white powder from her bag, sprinkled some of it on the bird, who squawked indignantly, and began chanting.

"Tace, tace, sile. Tace, tace, sile."

The raven's caws became fainter and fainter with every round of chanting, and soon, the bird became completely silent.

She looked up at the professor and the trio, who looked at her with facination and horror, respectively.

Right when she was leaving the class, she could have sworn that she heard Ron say: "That girl is mental, I swear!"

He shut up when Noodle hissed at him.

And just like before I can see that you're sure You can change him but I know you won't

She lurked at the back of the class, trying to see what all the commotion was about.

"an’ here’s another couple, look —"

Two black, skeletal horses came quietly out of the trees, one of them passing very close to dark-skinned girl, who shivered and pressed herself closer to a tree, saying, "I think I felt something, I think it’s near me!"

"Don’ worry, it won’ hurt yeh," said Hagrid patiently. "Righ’, now, who can tell me why some o’ you can see them an’ some can’t?"

The girl from earlier raised her hand to answer.

"The only people who can see thestrals," she said, "are people who have seen death."

"Tha’s exactly right," said Hagrid solemnly, "ten points ter Gryffindor. Now, thestrals —"

He was interrupted by a soft "hem, hem."

Professor Umbridge had arrived. She was wearing a green hat and cloak with her clipboard at the ready. Hagrid, who had never heard Umbridge’s fake cough before, was gazing in some concern at the closest thestral, evidently under the impression that it had made the sound.

"Hem, hem."

"Oh hello!" Hagrid said, smiling, having located the source of the noise.

"You received the note I sent to your cabin this morning?" she asked. "Telling you that I would be inspecting your lesson?"

"Oh yeah," said Hagrid brightly. "Glad yeh found the place all righ’! Well, as you can see — or, I dunno — can you? We’re doin’ thestrals today —"

"I’m sorry?" said Umbridge loudly, cupping her hand around her ear and frowning. "What did you say?"

Hagrid looked a little confused.

"Er — thestrals!" he said loudly. "Big — er — winged horses, yeh know!" He flapped his gigantic arms hopefully. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows at him and muttered as she made a note on her clipboard, "has . . . to . . . resort . . . to . . . crude . . . sign . . . language . . ."

She began walking among the students, asking questions about Hagrid and making rude comments about him.

Noodle hissed at her, and she had to put her hand on him to rein him in.

"I don't like that bitch."

"Well, neither do I, but what do you want me to do, poison her?" She muttered.

"Yessss."

She rolled her eyes and looked up, only to see Umbridge staring back at her.

"Why are you talking to your pet instead of paying attention to the lesson? And why is your pet out in the first place?" The toad-like woman asked with fake honey dripping from her voice.

"He's not my pet, he's my familiar. And death isn't exactly my favorite subject," she retorted. All eyes were on them now.

"Pet or...otherwise, I don't think that the ministry would approve of a student having access to their pet at all times," Umbridge remarked, making a note on her clipboard.

"Well lucky for you, I'm not a european citizen. So I don't think your ministry has to worry about me. And Noodle's my familiar. Not. My. Pet," she ground out.

"Twenty points from Slytherin," Umbridge said waspishly, and tried to take the snake away from her. She was met with a hiss and Noodle's fangs.

"Detention, and if I see your snake again I will not hesitate to have a talk with your head of house." Her nostrils flared, and she backed away and headed towards the castle, probably to tell the minister to make another Educational Decree.

"His name is Noodle!" She yelled at the retreating woman, smirking victoriously. Noodle just nuzzled up to his human's face.

The devil doesn't bargain He'll only break your heart again It isn't worth it, darling He's never gonna change

The Great Hall was buzzing with conversation and laughter. It was Halloween, and the Gryffindor house had basically adopted her ever since her little scuffle with Umbridge.

"So your sna-Noodle is bound to you?" Hermion asked. The so-called Golden Trio had taken a liking to her since she didn't seem to like Umbridge either.

"Yeah," she replied. "Noodle is...well, he protects me and I protect him. It's kinda complicated, and I don't 100% understand myself. But he's my best friend." At this, Noodle squeezed her shoulders affectionately and snuck a bit of food off her fork.

"Interesting...does he enhance your powers in any way?"

"Uh...we didn't really try that. But my-er, a friend of mine has a familiar and she keeps him attached to the mortal plane."

Just then, a bright red portal appeared in midair. Two figures were flung out of it, and they seemed to be arguing. In the middle of the hall. Suspended in the air.

She seemed to recognize them, and groaned when she did.

"Klarion and Lilith Bleak get your asses down here right now!"

The two stopped arguing and grinned. With a pop they appeared in front of her, smiling like kids in a candy shop. One had a lovesick expression, the other had a flirtatious smirk.

"Hello, love."

He'll never be Prince Charming He'll only do you harm again I don't mean to meddle But the devil doesn't settle

No, the devil doesn't bargain

(part 1/?)

[thatonegeekygirl]

Things That Go Bump in the Night

A Short Story

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In the light of day the schoolyard was a cheerful place. Full of giggling children and their games, dandelions bobbing in the breeze, cars slowly drifting past and birds twittering in treetops. Midsummer attracted kids from neighborhoods both near and far, and the playground equipment, warm from the sun, was often a hurricane of flailing limbs and half-toothed grins. But late into the evening, with an ominously full moon overhead and silence pervading the motionless streets, there was none of that. Only a looming sense of dread that clung to fingertips and shirt sleeves like cobwebs. 

A group of elementary school kids tromped down an otherwise empty sidewalk. They were led by Kyle, a blond-haired blue-eyed brute of nine years who reveled in terrorizing younger students year-round. He had a long, ragged scar running down his left arm and a tall-tale to explain it. His three lackeys, Tom, Mackyle, and Sam--Sam of the female sort--trailed eagerly behind him. Nobody was quite sure which one was Mackyle and which was Tom, though considering they were attached at the hip, this was unsurprising. Trapped in the middle of the clustered gang was Benjamin. He was a small boy, bordering on frail. That last semester he had transferred from some school or another after an ‘incident’ with a bully at his previous one. He often ate lunch in the corner of the cafeteria, alone, and when he spoke it was usually only to whisper an ‘excuse me’ or ‘thanks’. 

In other words, as the bully Kyle knew, he was an easy target. 

“Cheer up, Benny,” Kyle drawled, “s’ah lovely evening for bushwackin’!” 

A look of horror spread across Benjamin’s pale freckled features, and he curled further into himself. Mackyle giggled, or perhaps Tom did. They passed the lonesome playground. Empty swings tilted back and forth in a cold wind, creaking forlornly as they went. As the children’s feet sunk into the soft ground of the field, and some unknowable threshold was crossed, the coal-black depths of the woods slunk into view. Not one student had dared to trespass on the pine needle-littered floor of the woods since before Kyle had arrived for his first day. Dark things, evil things, lurked amongst its boughs and brambles, everyone knew. There was no hurry to find out what sort of unspeakable horrors befell those who wandered into it.

That was not to say no one was curious. 

Kyle shoved Benjamin forward, and the boy stumbled. “Go on,” said the bully, “we don’t got all night y’know!” 

The three others leaned forward in anticipation. 

“B-b-b-but it's haunted!” Benjamin protested. 

“Yeah, that’s sorta the point,” Sam said, unsympathetically. “Guinea pig.”

“Do it, do it, do it, do it, ” Tom and Mackyle chanted.

“My mum will notice that, that I’m not home,” Benjamin whimpered, “it's late! She-she’ll come looking for me!” 

Tom and Mackyle halted their cajoling to exchange glances with Sam. This was true.

“I’ll do it if one of you comes with me.” Benjamin swallowed heavily. “I will. Just don’t make me go alone.” 

Kyle tsked, rolling his eyes. “Sam, give it here.” He held out a grubby hand and Sam placed into it a full shaker of salt. He unscrewed the vial’s metal cap and began shaking its contents onto the grass, the little grains piling on top of each other in white peaks. He twisted about until there was a circle of it around him and his friends. 

“Here,” said Kyle, “there’s a circle’ah salt now. Even idiots like you know evil things can’t pass over salt lines. Just run out there, and then jump into the circle before anything grabs ya. Wimp.” 

Benjamin’s quivering stilled, and he stared off into the woods for a long, creeping moment, his back to the older boys. When finally he turned, he looked down at the messy-but-solid salt line encircling them. Shaggy brown hair fell in front of his eyes and obscured his face. 

“A pity,” said he. “Nearly had you.” 

Kyle scoffed, arrogantly, though his eyes flitted nervously between Benjamin and the trees. “Says the idiot who’s gonna stumble through the creepy forest at night!”

“I don’t think you quite understand, boy.” Benjamin huffed a laugh that came from deep within his chest, guttural and rattling, like the wind chimes of driftwood and bone that hang from fishing hut porches.

The distant treeline lurched closer. Once-docile clouds swarmed in front of the moon, swallowing its comforting glow, and summer cicadas muted their songs. All was cast in shadow. 

The stillness in the air was smothering. 

The boy before them lifted a little hand. With idle patience, he uncurled his pinky and extended it over the salt border. The fleshy pad of the fingertip began to bubble and ooze. He hissed once, a smooth, noncommittal sound, and withdrew the digit. 

And the thing that raised its head was not Benjamin. 

A shudder rocked Kyle’s body as yellow, slitted eyes met with his own. Darkness seeped from the forest and crawled over the creature’s body, latching to its limbs and dripping in tar-like clumps to the ground surrounding it. Fingers stretched and cracked and hardened. Once dull teeth now ended in deadly-thin points. The face they had known as Benjamin Wheeler’s seemed, in that moment, nothing more than a poorly constructed mask.

“Ben…Benjamin…?” Kyle squeaked, knees weak with fear and threatening collapse.

It held up the burned finger, still seething sickly, all redness and rot. “Don’t you know, child,” said the thing with a sneer, “evil things cannot pass over salt lines...”

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@jupitersspot picked out a horror one just for you :)

[thegeminisage]

sigh. tng update post. last night we watched "11001001" and then i did half of "too short a season" and then went to bed and then today i finished it.

11001001: not sure why everyone likes this episode? the scifi premise was cool enough of course but i feel like we spent so much time watching picard and riker almost have a threesome with this made up computer lady that it kind of ruins the effect.

it grosses me out that you can do that on the holodeck. LIKE, AT WORK? i am kinkshaming fr. it's basically using a blowup doll at your office building's tennis court or whatever

i hate the holodeck SO much. i'm not at all religious but every single holodeck episode makes me want to call a priest. that thing is unholy unnatural and it should NOT exist. i truly wish i had more to say

oh wait yeah i do have one more thing. i finally almost respected picard when he was getting ready to blow the ship up. i was just complaining about not having seen his spine...unfortunately all the business with ms sexbot kind of ruined the effect lol

oh wait sorry im editing this days later to add i forgot that i also loved geordi the blind guy teaching data to paint. you could have had a whole episode on that alone

too short a season: i feel like there was a good episode hiding in here somewhere, but it's lost under the benjamin button gimmick. the old person makeup looks bad (i hate that kind of makeup anyway though) and the guy drinking both vials for no goddamn reason is so fucking stupid - i do at least like that his wife got to yell at him about it though. good for her

the most compelling part of this episode is that admiral button (i forget his name) thought he was picking the lesser evil when actually he was doing something fucking horrible. i think it would've been a lot more powerful if they'd kept him old and infirm, to have him brought before the people he'd wronged with age deteriorating him instead of...lack of age

also i cant help but notice the callback to a private little war from tos...kirk made the same decision and did also agree that it fell under the prime directive, but the difference was kirk didn't start it, the klingons did, and kirk chased them off before making sure both sides were exactly equal and then left them to it. and also he was fucking miserable about it the entire time because in that case it truly did seem to be the lesser evil but it was still so evil. a callback would have been nice...i just can't help but think how cool this episode could have been if it had been kirk all elderly and confronting his past mistakes. i know they couldn't do that though

i still have to do "when the bough breaks" "home soil" and "coming of age" on my own...that's so many episode 💀💀💀

[craftylovegentlemen]

The Bible Old Testament

1 Samuel

Chapter 10

1 Then Samuel took a vial of oil, and poured it upon his head, and kissed him, and said, Is it not because the LORD hath anointed thee to be captain over his inheritance? 2 When thou art departed from me to day, then thou shalt find two men by Rachel's sepulchre in the border of Benjamin at Zelzah; and they will say unto thee, The asses which thou wentest to seek are found: and, lo, thy father hath left the care of the asses, and sorroweth for you, saying, What shall I do for my son? 3 Then shalt thou go on forward from thence, and thou shalt come to the plain of Tabor, and there shall meet thee three men going up to God to Bethel, one carrying three kids, and another carrying three loaves of bread, and another carrying a bottle of wine: 4 And they will salute thee, and give thee two loaves of bread; which thou shalt receive of their hands. 5 After that thou shalt come to the hill of God, where is the garrison of the Philistines: and it shall come to pass, when thou art come thither to the city, that thou shalt meet a company of prophets coming down from the high place with a psaltery, and a tabret, and a pipe, and a harp, before them; and they shall prophesy: 6 And the Spirit of the LORD will come upon thee, and thou shalt prophesy with them, and shalt be turned into another man. 7 And let it be, when these signs are come unto thee, that thou do as occasion serve thee; for God is with thee. 8 And thou shalt go down before me to Gilgal; and, behold, I will come down unto thee, to offer burnt offerings, and to sacrifice sacrifices of peace offerings: seven days shalt thou tarry, till I come to thee, and shew thee what thou shalt do. 9 And it was so, that when he had turned his back to go from Samuel, God gave him another heart: and all those signs came to pass that day. 10 And when they came thither to the hill, behold, a company of prophets met him; and the Spirit of God came upon him, and he prophesied among them.

11 And it came to pass, when all that knew him beforetime saw that, behold, he prophesied among the prophets, then the people said one to another, What is this that is come unto the son of Kish? Is Saul also among the prophets? 12 And one of the same place answered and said, But who is their father? Therefore it became a proverb, Is Saul also among the prophets? 13 And when he had made an end of prophesying, he came to the high place. 14 And Saul's uncle said unto him and to his servant, Whither went ye? And he said, To seek the asses: and when we saw that they were no where, we came to Samuel. 15 And Saul's uncle said, Tell me, I pray thee, what Samuel said unto you. 16 And Saul said unto his uncle, He told us plainly that the asses were found. But of the matter of the kingdom, whereof Samuel spake, he told him not. 17 And Samuel called the people together unto the LORD to Mizpeh; 18 And said unto the children of Israel, Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, I brought up Israel out of Egypt, and delivered you out of the hand of the Egyptians, and out of the hand of all kingdoms, and of them that oppressed you: 19 And ye have this day rejected your God, who himself saved you out of all your adversities and your tribulations; and ye have said unto him, Nay, but set a king over us. Now therefore present yourselves before the LORD by your tribes, and by your thousands. 20 And when Samuel had caused all the tribes of Israel to come near, the tribe of Benjamin was taken.

21 When he had caused the tribe of Benjamin to come near by their families, the family of Matri was taken, and Saul the son of Kish was taken: and when they sought him, he could not be found. 22 Therefore they enquired of the LORD further, if the man should yet come thither. And the LORD answered, Behold, he hath hid himself among the stuff. 23 And they ran and fetched him thence: and when he stood among the people, he was higher than any of the people from his shoulders and upward. 24 And Samuel said to all the people, See ye him whom the LORD hath chosen, that there is none like him among all the people? And all the people shouted, and said, God save the king. 25 Then Samuel told the people the manner of the kingdom, and wrote it in a book, and laid it up before the LORD. And Samuel sent all the people away, every man to his house. 26 And Saul also went home to Gibeah; and there went with him a band of men, whose hearts God had touched. 27 But the children of Belial said, How shall this man save us? And they despised him, and brought him no presents. But he held his peace.

1 Samuel 10

Diane Beauford

[f8ithgal]

Bible Reading: April 12, 2024

1 Samuel 10-12; Luke 13:22-35 [1 Samuel 10:1-27 KJV] 1 Then Samuel took a vial of oil, and poured [it] upon his head, and kissed him, and said, [Is it] not because the LORD hath anointed thee [to be] captain over his inheritance? 2 When thou art departed from me to day, then thou shalt find two men by Rachel’s sepulchre in the border of Benjamin at Zelzah; and they will say unto thee, The asses…

[honorhearted]

Although Louisa had stepped out for a fair amount of time, it felt like mere seconds in Benjamin's bleary disorientation. His lashes fluttered along with the sound of her brisk footfalls, and then when her hands came to his face, he groaned softly and lolled his head back in order to meet with her concerned gaze.

"Your eyes," he murmured. "They're my favorite color..."

If he'd been wholly in control of his faculties, Benjamin would've had the sense to be embarrassed. Instead, he leaned into her side and allowed Louisa to help him down to the floor, unabashed in his nudity as he stumbled with her down the corridor.

Somewhere in between their tryst and the trek down the hall, Benjamin briefly became conscious of just where he was -- Louisa Andre's home; John Andre's sister -- and he shivered violently while she entreated him to get into bed. Once he was under the covers and gawping up in listless fascination at the ceiling, her hand entwined with his, and the warmth of her touch seeped into his veins and rolled through him in deep, pleasurable waves.

“How long?” she asked, barely startling him from his stupor. “I saw the vial…” 

Benjamin knew he should be humiliated. Instead, he merely shrugged, his throat scratchy as he offered, "A while now...maybe a year or two. I can't remember..."

And that much was true. Time was no longer a concern for him, what with his livelihood gone and the ghosts his only true companion.

Embittered, he gruffly asked, "What do you care? It's what you wanted, isn't it? I'm fairly certain that amidst our first meeting, you wished something of this very degree upon my soul...and God was kind enough to grant you your wish."

Turning his head to the side, he opted to peer at the shuttered window. It was odd how Louisa allowed in so very little light.

"What now?" he softly asked, his prior bite gone. "I shouldn't stay..."

Either Benjamin hadn’t heard the interruption (highly unlikely, considering how fervent the knock had been), or he was blatantly ignoring it entirely, so close to his pinnacle that any and all distractions be damned.

It’d made it difficult for Louisa to respond, forcing her to stifle a moaning gasp once he gave a final thrust, giving her little time as she shakily raised herself from his lap. Ben finished hard against her inner thigh, the warmth of his ardor a clear contrast to the bathwater, which had since turned tepid. 

Breathing hard, chest heaving, Louisa was relieved when Maggie agreed to wait downstairs, though she was certain the older woman knew exactly what was taking place behind the closed door. Benjamin, however, was shifting into a rising panic. 

"I thought...I-I thought you said you were alone..."

“I am,” she insisted, her tone exasperated and defensive, “She’s a maid – an employee. Nothing more.”

In truth, Louisa wasn’t entirely certain why it was so important to her that Benjamin knew she was just as alone as he was, but as she exited the tub with trembling limbs, she turned to study his face more carefully, the bleary haziness of his glossy eyes becoming all the more apparent as she did so. 

"I can't go out there," he insisted. "Whoever that woman is...I'm not meant to know her."

“And you won't,” she reassured, shushing him softly as she cupped the side of his face, “I’ll just be a moment.” 

After dressing in a shift and a robe, she worked quickly to dismiss Maggie from her home, urging her to take a fortnight before returning. But it wouldn’t be a fortnight at all. If Louisa had her way, if Benjamin were to stay, Maggie wouldn’t be returning again. 

Afterward, as she hastened up the staircase, she could only pray that Benjamin hadn’t drowned in her absence. Carefully, she’d helped him dress and led him to her room.

Everything about her chambers looked rather barren and unremarkable, everything she owned put away from view, all but a dollhouse, a rather finely crafted one, that sat atop the bureau in the corner, its contents kept in pristine condition.  

Once she’d aided him in laying upon the bed, she sat beside him, silently refusing to let go of his hand as her free one slid up to absentmindedly rub at her throat, which was mildly sore from his tight grip earlier that evening. 

“How long?” she finally queried, her tone somber as she squeezed his hand, “I saw the vial…” 

She’d heard what happened to those who depended upon laudanum, and she worried Benjamin might soon follow in their footsteps.

[lamilanomagazine]

Pistoia: giorno della Memoria, le iniziative per commemorare le vittime della Shoah

Pistoia: giorno della Memoria, le iniziative per commemorare le vittime della Shoah. Per commemorare le vittime della Shoah in occasione del Giorno della Memoria, che ricorre ogni anno il 27 gennaio, sono in programma iniziative dal 23 gennaio al 7 febbraio organizzate da Comune di Pistoia, Cudir, Anpi e altre associazioni. Martedì 23 gennaio alle 16.30 nella Biblioteca San Giorgio, dal progetto di Uniser Pistoia, si terrà Le parole di Hurbinek. Giornate della memoria ideato da Massimo Bucciantini, la restituzione pubblica del laboratorio scolastico condotto nel corso della prima edizione, con presentazione dei testi radiofonici di Walter Benjamin e Janusz Korczak realizzati dagli studenti dell'Istituto Marchi-Forti di Pescia e del De Franceschi-Pacinotti di Pistoia: Illuminismo per ragazze e ragazzi, un podcast a cura di Giovanni Guerrieri de I Sacchi di Sabbia e Rodolfo Sacchettini. Info: leparoledihurbinek@gmail.com. Venerdì 26 gennaio alle 15.30 nell'Officina delle Opportunità (ex Melos, in via dei Macelli 11) si terrà Parole della Memoria, laboratorio di Cavardiage e scrittura poetica per ragazze e ragazzi dai 14 ai 25 anni sul tema della memoria e della commemorazione delle vittime della Shoah. L'appuntamento è curato dal progetto Officina delle Opportunità e dalla Cooperativa Intrecci. L'iniziativa è gratuita e su prenotazione. Per informazioni: 340 417 3071. Sempre venerdì 26 gennaio alle 17 a Palazzo de' Rossi (via de' Rossi, 26) si terrà la Cerimonia di consegna da parte del Prefetto di Pistoia delle "Medaglie d'Onore" conferite ai sensi della legge 27 dicembre 2006 n. 296. L'iniziativa è a cura della Prefettura di Pistoia. Info: tel. 0573-350461, 350459. Sabato 27 gennaio alle ore 10 nell'aiuola di viale Arcadia (piazza della Resistenza) è previsto l'Omaggio al cippo che ricorda i bambini ebrei vittime di esperimenti medici nel campo di sterminio nazista di Auschwitz-Birkenau. Saranno deposti fiori bianchi. L'iniziativa è di Cudir e Associazione Scarpette Rosse n°24. Per informazioni contattare il Cudir allo 0573 371234. Sempre sabato 27 gennaio alle 11 in piazza della Resistenza si terrà la Cerimonia itinerante con deposizione di fiori alle targhe dedicate a Renato Moscato, ebreo pistoiese ucciso ad Auschwitz, ai Rom e Sinti vittime del Porajmos, e al cippo dedicato ai bambini ebrei cavie degli esperimenti medici di Josef Mengele nel campo di Auschwitz-Birkenau. Interverranno il sindaco Alessandro Tomasi, il presidente della sezione Anpi "Pietro Gherardini" Renzo Corsini. In questo percorso della memoria alcuni elementi del "Coro Città di Pistoia" eseguiranno tre canti yddish e rom tratti dal "Concerto per la Memoria" e una ninna nanna palestinese. Seguirà il trasferimento alla stazione ferroviaria di Pistoia per la deposizione di una corona alla targa commemorativa dei deportati e internati che non fecero ritorno dai campi di deportazione e di internamento nazifascisti. Interverranno Filippo Mazzoni, vicepresidente dell'Istituto Storico della Resistenza di Pistoia. Alla cerimonia sarà presente il sindaco Alessandro Tomasi. L'iniziativa è a cura di Cudir e Anpi. Info: Cudir 0573 371234. Domenica 28 gennaio alle 17 nel Santuario di Valdibrana a Pistoia sarà celebrata la Santa Messa in suffragio delle vittime della Shoah. Seguirà alle 18 nell'aula liturgica del Santuario di Valdibrana il Concerto per il Giorno della Memoria, a cura del Coro Città di Pistoia. Info: corocittadipistoiaaps@gmail.com. Mercoledì 7 febbraio alle 17 nell'auditorium Terzani della Biblioteca San Giorgio è in programma La resistenza degli IMI nei campi di detenzione del Terzo Reich, convegno sugli Internati Militari italiani nei campi di detenzione del Terzo Reic. Si terrà la presentazione del libro La volontà delle parole di Valentina Peselli (Ciesse editore). Oltre all'autrice interverranno Mauro Perini, presidente Anei di Firenze e Filippo Mazzoni, vicepresidente dell'Istituto Storico della Resistenza. A coordinare l'iniziativa sarà Rosalba Bonacchi, presidente Provinciale Anpi. L'evento è a cura di Anpi, Istituto Storico della Resistenza e dell'Età contemporanea e Coordinamento per la Democrazia Costituzionale Pistoia. Info: pistoia.anpi@gmail.com. Fino alla fine di gennaio nella galleria centrale della Biblioteca San Giorgio sarà possibile visitare la mostra La memoria disegnata. I fumetti da leggere per non dimenticare. Percorsi tematici di lettura, ascolto e visione. Numerosi sono i percorsi bibliografici che la Biblioteca di via Pertini ha redatto in occasione del 27 Gennaio, Giorno della Memoria, in cui si celebra la liberazione del campo di concentramento di Auschwitz. Questa storia è raccontata utilizzando il genere del fumetto, un linguaggio che, grazie alla sua peculiarità espressiva, si presta in modo efficace alla narrazione di questa realtà storica. L'iniziativa è a cura della Biblioteca San Giorgio. Tutti gli eventi sono a ingresso libero e gratuito. Il programma è visibile su: www.comune.pistoia.it oppure www.cultura.comune.pistoia.it.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[agrpress-blog]

Negli spazi espositivi “Plus Arte Puls”, in Viale G. Mazzini 1, giovedì 23 novembre alle ore 18.00 sarà inaugurata a Roma la mostra “IO SIAMO. Necessità di un’esperienza”, promossa dall’Associazione Culturale “in tempo” di Roma a cura di Ida Mitrano e Rita Pedonesi. Il progetto “Io siamo”, da cui nasce la mostra, è il risultato di una riflessione sui mutamenti epocali che connota l’Associazione. Mutamenti che impongono grandi domande sulla condizione umana, sulla vita e, non per ultimo, sulla creatività e l’arte. In questa direzione, tra difficoltà e slanci, si è sempre mossa l’esperienza associativa, ormai quasi quindicinale della “in tempo”, che afferma la necessità dell’arte e la sua funzione come processo creativo dell’essere che, attraverso l’intelligenza della mano che sente e pensa, si esprime generando l’opera. Un processo che origina da una soggettività che oggi nella propria indicibile interiorità è capace di captare il senso e tradurre quei sintomi non verbalizzabili del disagio del vivere contemporaneo. Un cercare interiore, dove l’inconsapevolezza svolge un ruolo centrale e orientativo. Al contrario, l’intelligenza artificiale, che può solo simulare e non generare, quando si sostituisce al processo creativo dell’essere, minaccia il binomio insostituibile di arte e umano, pena la perdita dell’identità. Con questo progetto l’Associazione intende dichiarare la priorità della difesa dei fondamentali della nostra specie e la sacralità dell’essere di cui l’arte è custode. Per questa ragione, gli artisti protagonisti del percorso Io siamo si autodefiniscono artisti dell’aura, riferendosi a Benjamin, per sottolineare quel quid imponderabile e unico che è l’opera. Venti gli artisti dell’Associazione partecipanti: Anna Addamiano, Patrizia Borrelli, Ennio Calabria, Antonella Catini, Stefano Ciotti, Giovambattista Cuocolo, Dario Falasca, Carlo Frisardi, Simonetta Gagliano, Giuseppe Indaimo, Ana Maria Laurent, Danilo Maestosi, Lina Passalacqua, Alessandra Pedonesi, Stefano Piali, Marilisa Pizzorno, Nino Pollini, Vinicio Prizia, Rasta Safari e Nicola Santarelli. Le opere esposte sono state realizzate durante il percorso durato un anno, scandito da incontri che ha visto l’Associazione con i propri artisti, volta per volta protagonisti, in un dialogo entusiasmante, non facile, nell’identificare nuovi parametri, oltre quelli canonici di lettura dell’opera che ormai hanno perso senso e valore. Al progetto hanno partecipato e dato il loro contributo in catalogo: Ennio Calabria - presidente onorario dell’Associazione, Rita Pedonesi - presidente, Ida Mitrano, Tiziana Caroselli, Danilo Maestosi e Carla Mazzoni. In catalogo figurano anche brevi riflessioni degli artisti. Nel corso della mostra, sabato 2 dicembre dalle ore 17.30 alle ore 20.00, gli artisti dialogheranno con i visitatori interessati alla loro opera sui temi proposti dall’iniziativa e in relazione alla loro ricerca. La mostra, allestita in collaborazione con Plus Arte Puls e Media Partner: associazione culturale blowart, resta aperta fino al 3 dicembre il lunedì dalle 16.00 alle 19,30; dal martedì al sabato dalle 11.00 alle13.00 e dalle 16.00 alle 19.30 e la domenica dalle 11.00 alle 13.00.

[elevenmayfieldz]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

okay ummn !

i cant pick 5 songs bcs im ✨indecisive✨ but ummm favorite artists at the moment are jazmin bean , girl in red , baby bugs , zolita, nicole dollanganger,

OKAY lemme list somw of the stuff on my new playlist not above,

cigarette ahegao by penelope scott , another love (forgot the singer), did you come by girl in red (its good enough to say twice what), two birds, (this is from my edit songs playlist but honestly good enough to be on one i actually listen to) , sofia by clairo, i wish you liked girls by abbey glover, treehouse (forgot the singer), stupid boys by cassidi, water fountain by alec benjamin, i kissed a girl, sadist by banshee, freak show (forgot the singer) , bittersweet by annika rose, slumber party by rain on fridays, piss punk by VIAL, okay just yk... take my spotify....

TBH the stranger things soundtrack too bcs im hyperfixated

heres my spotify because i could go on and on for hours.

[playlistarchiver]

11/19/22 - music log

imma kill u - insane clown posse

break some ice

solder, poet, king - the oh hellos

rainbows & stuff - insane clown posse

for elise - saint motel

city of angels - em belhound

turn the lights off - tally hall

good as it gets - little hurt

boy in the bubble - alec benjamin

i wont - ajr

ghost marianos (11-27-17) - i.am.orange, fredo disco

older ben platt

revolution - eilas

parking lots - plums

be nice to me - the front bottoms

alligator skin boots -mccafferty

happy pills - weathers

malmo - mook

youll rebel to anything - mindless self indulgence

ccchokemeee - danny danial

good old fasion lover boy - remastered 2011 - queen

shes so nice - pink guy

piss punk - vial

burn - teenage halloween

worn / wander - vundabar

orgasm of death - the growlers

cleric girl - sisyfuss

poison - the symposium

afraid - the neighbourhood

get it up - mindless self indulgence

you give love a bad name - bon jovi

paradise city - guns n roses

trailer trash - mccafferty

dear everyone, im sorry - mccafferty

canker sore - disco inc., fredo disco

cops / dogs - destructo disk

first class - kottonmouth kings

no - subhumans

fuck a proud boy - kind eyes, unitytx

your so creepy - ghost town

murder me - life after youth

bottom of a bender - sarah and the safe word

this life i have - the wrecks

[smiletimeisrunningout]

"You'd be surprised by how quickly I can hide a wound, but alright," Emma remarked, even if it seemed he had already thought of the whole plan and she saw no issue going with it, since she had been the first to suggest using the defector excuse. She just thought that he'd say she had killed him and let people find the body outside, not that they'd go as far as burying it.

They were both so angry, and it was touching; even Caleb showed no humor whatsoever when discussing Randall, and she wondered if he'd understand that the way she was rubbing his arm next was meant to make him feel a little better. It was strange to hear him so unhappy just as much as it had been to feel Ben relax against her, and it pulled at her heartstrings. "We could also say I killed him and buried him myself, by the way, that it's a tradition in my kingdom. Who would know," she shrugged, "My priority is that you two don't get in any trouble for this, so make sure you are safe. And that Geor-your general doesn't hear I got myself badly wounded. A scratch, sure, but nothing that will distract him."

The look on her face when he suggested cleaning it all by himself was completely insecure at best, not wishing to add that to his list of tasks. But then he distracted her with the suggestion about her clothes, and she brought a hand to her chest, scandalized, "But... they are so pretty." They were already clean enough as far as she was concerned, it wasn't as if she didn't get dirty with blood all the time. "And if I destroyed clothes every time a man tries something like that, I'd never have any. I'm a woman who travels alone and fights awful people, you think Randall was the first? May he burn in hell, but I'm not burning my clothing for him. He took enough when he nearly killed me."

As always, Caleb's drew a laugh from her, but since it was at Benjamin's expenses she quickly slapped a hand on her mouth. What a terrible man, whom she loved very much. "Now, now, I'm sure the lasses were just as pretty," she said to appease Benjamin, who had been so sweet to her and deserved a bit of help for once.

Pushing herself to move away from Caleb, she went to collect her satchel, from which she never walked too far - and good thing that was, it would have been far more difficult to deal with the situation at hand if she had gone to the stables without it, and had found herself without vial and other medical supplies.

She felt she wanted to comfort Ben now. It was his turn, after he had made her feel better, because he was clearly upset; but with Caleb there it wasn't as if she could take too many liberties. There was a nervous energy around him, like he needed to pace some more, and since he had offered his arm, like a gentleman, before and it wouldn't raise any particular question from their friend, she gently placed her hand on it.

"I'm alright," she reminded him softly, and then, because he was just so much like her that perhaps having the chance to help, to do something for the person he was worried about, she quickly thought of a task for him. "But if it's not too much trouble, perhaps now that you'll help me back to my quarters, you could also give me a hand in bringing a few things closer to my bed, so I don't have to walk around to get them? I want to keep attempting this new... 'taking care of myself' technique."

Benjamin watched the display with mounting agitation -- not at Emma, herself, but his failures to see such conduct -- and jaw gritting, he began pacing the length of his tent, his fist coming to rest over his mouth as he exhaled through his nose. Finally, he announced, "Brewster and I gathered Randall's belongings and buried them. As far as anyone else knows, come morning's light, the world will deem him a defector -- a treasonous snake."

"Explainin' Emma's wound may be a bit harder," Caleb said.

Halting in his trek, Benjamin shook his head. "Not necessarily. Either Swan can mask her injuries, as she's wont to do..." Here, he spared her an admonishing look, then continued, "Or we can say she tried apprehending Randall and was hurt. I'm sure Washington will send out a search party regardless, but I have faith our men won't find the grave. We went deep enough into the woods that a discovery is unlikely."

"Aye, an' I was willin' to go plenty deeper," Caleb spat.

When Emma drew their attentions to her cloak, bloody and bedraggled, Benjamin winced and offered, "I'll see to it. Growing up, I only had a mother for a short while, so I know the ins-and-outs of women's work. I have my own personal washboard -- after a few mean-spirited pranks, I don't entirely trust the camp followers to tend to my laundering -- so truly...don't trouble yourself, Swan. In the meantime, I'd advise you burn your clothing. Even if we can get the blood out, I don't imagine these garments will bring you fond memories. It's best to get rid of them."

Despite Emma's clear fatigue, Caleb chuckled, never one to encourage bleakness. "I dunno whatcha mean by leavin' this 'ere tent 'in a state,'" he said. "Hell, if anything, Benny-boy should be thankin' you. It's the first time a pretty lass has disrobed in here!"

Cheeks burning pink, Benjamin gritted a terse, "Sod off," despite the twinkle in the whaler's eyes. His nerves were raw, jangled, and in that moment, he wasn't entirely open to brushing off Emma's distress as though it were nothing.

[yoyagif]

I C O N I C O S 

[officiallydriedkelp]

I made a thing

[sophielitdeslivres]

Comment parle-t-on du livre d’un ami ? Pas un ami de réseaux sociaux qu’on croise aux apéros (ça m’est arrivé d’en chroniquer ici), non, un ami de 15 ans, un ami auquel on confierait - à lui et à son épouse dont il est aussi question dans ce livre - l’éducation de ses enfants. Comment peut-on être crédible ? J’ai décidé d’écrire une note ici quoi que je pense du livre, parce que c’est le contrat moral que j’avais pris en ouvrant ce blog. J’ai donc payé le livre, séché la séance de dédicace et lu le livre avant que quiconque ne puisse m’influencer. Et je peux l’écrire sans scrupule : c’est un livre magnifique, émouvant et digne. Un livre de survivant mais surtout un livre sur la vie, la vie plus forte que la peur. J’ai pleuré un peu, souri aussi. C’est âpre, fort. Beau. Lisez-le.