#amal for control husband

[sayruq]

For the past six months, I have been moving from one address to the next across the Gaza Strip with my husband and two children, aged 7 and 9, in an elusive search for safety. Our home in the Tal el-Hawa neighborhood, southwest of Gaza City, was bombed soon after the war began, and since then we have been homeless. At first, we moved between residences in the north. But sooner or later, every neighborhood in Gaza City became a target, and every apartment in which we sought refuge was damaged by Israel airstrikes. Eventually, my husband and I decided to flee south with our children, to the city of Khan Younis. It was a journey filled with adversity. Again, we moved from one address to another, until we ended up at Al-Amal Hospital. Sheltering at the hospital grounds in the middle of winter, we slept only on a blanket, with a second blanket on top of us to provide warmth for my children and I. It was the first time I had felt extreme cold; the severity, along with the fear I felt for my children, brought me to tears. After the occupation army besieged Khan Younis, we fled in early February through the so-called “safe corridor” under their control. On that journey, we experienced abuse, insults, humiliation, and the theft of our belongings. We continued back northward to the city of Deir al-Balah in central Gaza, prolonging the bitterness of displacement until this day. It has been six months, three cities, and countless places of refuge — and with the war showing no signs of ending, we know that we may not be able to shelter in our current spot for much longer.

[sugasiren]

🧜🏾‍♀️ SIRENE (1009): Top 3 Sex Symbols! 💋

SIREN: A seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men; A woman who is a very attractive but dangerous temptress. 🔥🔥

The Sirene (1009) asteroid is one of my absolute favorites to explore. 🧜🏾‍♀️ And I have many! Its placement in a woman's chart tells us about her brand of Dark Femininity. How she seduces and influences. How she harnesses her power and the TYPES of men who are helplessly drawn to her. 💋 Every Sign has incredible qualities! I'm simply sharing my Top 3 Sirens based on the research I've done. So enjoy and share your Siren below!

**FYI - Men with these placements are also very sexy and captivating in their own way. 💯 So I will include some famous examples for them as well.

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Siren in Scorpio 🔥

Famous Women:

Sophia Loren (pictured above)

Sade (pictured above)

Lisa Bonet (pictured above)

Lana Del Rey (pictured above)

Dita Von Teese (pictured above)

Beyonce

SZA

Traci Lords

Monica Bellucci

Mae West

Grace Kelly

Bridget Bardot

Christina Aguilera

Angelica Houston

Zeudi Araya

Liv Tyler

Siren in Scorpio MEN:

The Rock

Brad Pitt

Paul Newman

Ryan Gosling

Carlos Santana

Idris Elba

Bruno Mars

Fabio

JFK

SCORPIO SIRENS lure you in with their hypnotic eyes that are as deep as the Blue Sea. 🧜🏾‍♀️ Their powerful aura will quickly swallow you whole and you will enjoy every moment of it. 💋 They effortlessly captivate and are explosive Lovers! They love to keep you guessing. As they know, you'll be addicted to the mystery of it all and keep coming back for more. And they're right! Just like Monica Bellucci and Lana Del Rey - these women can casually sit somewhere, smoking a cigarette, and *everyone* around them is watching in total ENVY of that damn cigarette. 🔥 Others like Lisa Bonet and Sade are gentle and ethereal but they will *still* snatch your SOUL. The Male Sirens are charismatic heartthrobs who make panties drop everywhere they roam. Women submit to them with glee. They want their 'Notebook' moment with Ryan Gosling, okay! And for The Rock to lay the smackdown (and pipe) on their kitty. 😺 And nothing less.

Siren in Capricorn 👑

Famous Women:

Brooke Shields (pictured above)

Megan Thee Stallion (pictured above)

January Jones (pictured above)

Stevie Nicks (pictured above)

Amal Clooney (pictured above)

Megan Fox (pictured above)

Teyana Taylor

Doja Cat

Mamie Van Doren

Ava Gardener

Mariah Carey

Shania Twain

Tyra Banks

Karrine Steffans

Amber Heard

Ellie Goulding

Eartha Kitt

Siren in Capricorn MEN:

James Dean

Robert Plant

Robert Pattinson

Matthew McConaughey

William Holden

Prince William

Kobe Bryant

Suge Knight

Andrew Tate

AJ McLean

Gerard Butler

CAPRICORN SIRENS lure you in with their deeply earthy, erotic energy. They are smoldering volcanoes underneath their cool IDGAF exterior and this enticing contrast drives people wild! 🔥 They have monstrous sex drives yet are very grounded in their personal power and selective about who they entertain, so others seek their approval. The Female Sirens often attract highly influential and/or dominant men who crave her submission and loyalty. Their desire to control her can truly consume them! 💯 They see her as the Ultimate Challenge and want her AT ALL COSTS. Their results vary depending upon what *she* actually wants. For instance, Amal Clooney. She was able to capture the heart of life-long bachelor George Clooney with impeccable ease. 🩷 He looks at her with stars in his eyes! They have the ideal marriage. Mariah Carey ultimately made Tommy Matola (the Record Executive who signed her to his label) wait until they were married before being intimate with him. She had such an effect on her ex-husband after **opening her luscious Pearly Gates** 🙌 that he put cameras up around the house to watch her every move. He was utterly obsessed with her! Amber Heard is an example of Capricorn Siren in full Destruction Mode. And Karrine "Superhead" Steffans in literal Maneater Mode slurping her way to THE TOP. The Male Sirens simply have Big Dick Energy - period. They are Doms, Bosses and Kings. 👑 Women yearn for them to (symbolically) suck their blood and their p***y like Robert Pattinson in 'Twilight' with carnivorous passion. 🔥 They want to surrender doggystyle to a man like Gerard Butler in the '300' movie. And even when they are stone cold killers like Suge Knight or manipulative pimps like Andrew Tate... they still command respect! They possess massive amounts of Masculine charm.

Siren in Sagitarius 👠

Famous Women:

Marilyn Monroe (pictured above)

Dorothy Dandridge (pictured above)

Rita Hayworth (pictured above)

Shakira (pictured above)

Indira Varma (pictured above)

Kim Cattrall

Margot Robbie

Robin Givens

Tina Turner

Dana Delaney

Emilia Clarke

Gwen Stefani

Aishwarya Rai

Rose McGowan

Sagittarius Siren MEN:

Paul Walker

Patrick Swayze

Elvis Presley

Clark Gable

Mario Lopez

Marilyn Manson

Shia LaBeouf

Michele Marrone

Marvin Gaye

SAGITTARIUS SIRENS lure you in like smoke rising from a bonfire in an enchanted forest during a Drum Circle. They illuminate dangerous levels of heat. ☀️ That will melt you like hot lava with their dynamic sex appeal. Baddies to the bone! Their esthetic widely appeals to the masses and individuals from *all* walks of life. People from *all* ethnic backgrounds admire and lust after them. 💋 They are exciting and make people feel ALIVE. And they're often the epitome of someone's Dream Girl or Guy. Marilyn Monroe is a FOREVER Icon who lives on generation after generation. 🌟 And her Feminine prowess remains unmatched no matter how much time goes by. Rita Hayworth is another immortal Sex Symbol and proud Latina. As is Dorothy Dandridge - who broke many barriers for Black Women in film and greatly appealed to a variety of powerful men such as Marlon Brando and Otto Priminger. Margot Robbie in the 'Wolf of Wallstreet' and 'Barbie' movies? 🩷 Nuff said! The Male Sirens are usually a strong yet suave bunch - like Clark Gable and Patrick Swayze. And that's a killer combination, my friends! They are often Rebels. 💪 Whether clean-cut ones like Paul Walker, goth ones like Marilyn Manson or rebels GONE WRONG like Shia LaBeouf. Either way, they are magnetic.

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And that's a wrap for now! 💛 I'll be back soon with more on SIREN and other awesome asteroids. Thanks for reading.

[fatima14595]

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[ailelie]

Utterly Unimportant History of the Gisalic-Liuva Empire

Cinareth Gisalic founded the Gisalic empire and had two children by different lovers: Nyfain and Elidir.

When Cinareth died at 48, Nyfain became empress. With her husband, Urien, she had three children: Owein, Arddun, and Ryth.

Her brother, Elidir, married Dwya and had two children: Melis and Verica.

Rather than choose her successor, Nyfain posed a contest for her children. While Owein did strive, her efforts were easily eclipsed by her youngest brother's. Melis, upset that Ryth was seemingly going to take control without a serious opponent, decided to participate in the contest as well.

When Nyfain died at 56 before choosing her successor, this sparked a war between those who supported Ryth and those who supported Melis. This is known as the Blood War and it lasted for approximately 43 years of intermittent bloodshed.

During this time, Ryth and Melis each ruled their own factions. Ryth married Helia and had three children: Valia, Cein, and Bryc. His heir was Cein who married Tanora and had one child: Rian.

Meanwhile, Melis married Ennar and also had three children: Beremund, Eurich, and Amal. Her heir was Amal who married Cunoarda. Amal had one child: Umyra.

Ultimately, Umyra won the Blood War and the empire continued under her branch of the family. The empire's name changed, however, from the Gisalic to the Liuva empire.

Umyra married Edin and together they adopted two children: Oduulf and Eltha. Eltha became empress at 33 and stepped down after 20 years.

Eltha married Theodric and had two children: Agneta and Edulf. Edulf became emperor at 30 years old. Edulf impregnated a woman, Miriam, when he was 18, and had a son: Wilarich. He never married Miriam, but treated her as a beloved mistress. Ten years later, he married Alys and had a daughter: Matilda.

Edulf died before choosing his heir. Matilda was his trueborn child, but Wilarich was his firstborn.

This is known as the Bower War and lasted for 69 years. During this time, the empire was effectively split in two.

Wilarich married Sarra had a daughter: Ithica. Ithica never married, but did become pregnant once, giving birth to Adan. Adan married Elena of Nyfain's line (Rian's great x3 granddaughter). Adan and Elena had one daughter: Katerina.

Meanwhile, Matilda married Nico and had two children: Helisa and Milus. Helisa married Grimbald and had three children: Talia, Osmund, and Randulf.

During the war, Wilarich, Ithica, Adan, and Katerina ruled one half of the empire while Matilida, Helisa, and Talia ruled the other half.

Ultimately, though, Katerina reunited the empire and restored the original name: Gisalic Empire in honor of her mother. She married Cyrus and had three children: Maura (her heir), Felix, and Rosalia. She also enforced primogeniture to avoid future succession wars.

Maura married Geren and her heir was Tobias who became emperor at 23. Tobias married Amanda and his heir was Imogen. Power then passed from Imogen to her grandson, Edmund. And, from Edmund to his granddaughter, Gwendolen.

Gwendolen took over at 21 and was a very harsh empress. This led to a major uprising when she was 32. The war lasted 17 years and led to a new nation splitting off from the empire. This nation is Astelan, which is where the story is set (I told you this history was unimportant).

The war ended with Gwendolen's public execution and Enid taking over as empress. Enid is of Matilda's line and is Talia's great-great-granddaughter.

Enid's line ruled for several generations with the following leaders: Morgan, Gavin, Cai, Ranulf, Cateline, Elias, Warrick, and Alexander.

This point the Hidden Thorn war took place. Madelyn, a descendant of Gwendolen, led a coup against Alexander and seized control of the throne. Prior to her coup, Madelyn had hid her heritage and was Alexander's fiancee.

As a sign of her reign, Madelyn changed the empire name back to Liuva Empire, which it remains to current day.

Madelyn reigned for 60 years, passing power down to her granddaughter: Amyra.

342 more years passed. During that time, the empire did experience another succession war that led to three different nations operating independently for generations.

Then, the heirs of two of the three nations (Sofia and Malcolm) married and, together, conquered the third nation. They kept the name Liuva Empire.

Their grandson, Wieland, is the current emperor. Rosalind (the protagonist's aunt) is Wieland's bastard daughter.

The names of the five days of the week are named for major heroes in imperial history: Arrdun, Ennar, Umyra, Oduulf, and Ithica.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

characters celegorm x reader, celegorm, y/n and their daughter

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n @doodle-pops and i were talking about this and i really eanted to make it into a fic. here you are hun i hope you like it

notes (y/d/n) - your daughter's name.

You rolled your eyes at your silly pouting husband — it seems he lost yet another time in his attempt to pull your beloved daughter outside for a hunt.

But it filled you with immense warmth and pride when Celegorm never pushed past your quiet daughter's boundaries — he finally learnt.

It took many times to teach him about it and many more times to quote:

"Celegorm! Vero, just because our daughter inherited your hair and other features does not mean she is exactly like you!" (Husband).

It took many attempts — but he finally learnt to accept that your daughter was more like you — shy, quiet and insecure — rather to put yourself in creative and safe works of arts, such as writing, drawing or reading.

Many — including yourselves — found it surprising how the two of you two fell in love.

It seems the phrase of opposites attract really explained your relationship with Celegorm. As he was the wild hunting prince — with an aloof and chaotic nature, you were the quiet working maiden preferring the busy urban city's libraries and researching, than anything the forest had to offer.

In fact — the your first (and all) hunting trip and camping with Celegorm was filled with your screams every 3 seconds — not used the wild bugs and spider crawling the grounds.

More than thrice — you scared away all of Celegorm's hunts.

Now — seeing your beloved daughter was becoming another you, it disappointed the poor hunter.

To others — it was surprising to see Celegorm act so quietly and calmly beside his daughter — even sitting down next to her — interested in whatever she could be reading — and it could be the stupidest story in his opinion but in honesty he loved watching his daughter be in her own element.

"My love. . ."

You cooed — then wrapped your arms from his shoulders from behind. He stayed seated on his chair, but his hands came up to hold your hands — and drew soft circles on them.

Both of you were watching your daughter draw something on the piece of paper she had secretly gotten from her father's study.

Celegorm knew very well of the little thief that kept stealing of his blank papers and scrolls on his desk — sometimes little sparkles and little pieces of tinsel she accidentally dropped and left behind as evidence— whatever that was his mother had gifted her with.

Oh — but didn't he not have a fun time explaining to his brothers and father where they came from.

"She awfully quiet today. . ."

His narrowed — though not sharply but in concentration — at his daughter, who perched herself on the windowsill to draw.

"It's just one of those days — where she wants peace and quiet — you know I want those days too — but you rarely ever give them to me."

He turned his head slightly and smirked — you giggled like a little maiden finding love was for the first time again — at that his smirk only grew and he reached across to leave a promising kiss on your lips — controlling himself, not to left it slide past that.

But the sound of light talk perked up the both of you.

You turned back to see your daughter quietly chatting away with a blue bird — before she started petting him.

You almost let out a startled yelp when your husband suddenly stood from the chair — then stalking closer to the bird she was petting — before it flew away at the sound of Celegorm approaching.

Your daughter gleefully watched it fly.

For some time — you darted your eyes back and forth from your husband to your daughter.

"Tyelko-"

Before you got to ask anything — your husband was already the door — muttering something about coming right back.

You rolled your eyes again— and made your way to your daughter.

"Amal!" (Mother).

She smiled and happily wrapped her arms around you— eager to be picked up by you.

"My little dove. . ."

As you and Celegorm always fondly called her.

"Look— I drew the blue birdie!"

She said — very happily as she showed you the drawing.

"Oh — it's beautiful, (y/d/n). I love it."

You said — a little surprised in seeing it was a rare bird that barely ever associated themselves with any other spices — and your daughter was just petting one — maybe that explained your husband's abrupt leave.

"You must be hungry after all this hard work."

"Yes."

She answered — smiling up at you with her big pale eyes — the split image of her your father's.

By the time dinner was ready — you were just about to help the servants place the plates on the dinner table — when you heard a low whine followed by a howling sound.

Your servants and you exchanged odd looks — you set down the plate back on the kitchen counter and almost ran to the dinner room.

"Oh my, valar!"

Your eyes widened when you saw a huge wolf pup on your dinner table — his tail wagging very happily and your daughter petted and hugged him — her laughter soon echoing through the room as it started licking her face.

Celegorm was on the other end of the room — his arms crossed leaning against the wall beside the 9door — looking all too smug.

"Celegorm Tyelkormo Turkafinwë! Get that thing off our dinner table!"

You shouted at your husband.

"But Amal— he's my pet!"

Your daughter giggled.

"Oh, my love — a wolf isn't something to keep as a pet."

"Why not?"

Celegorm made his way over to you.

"Her father has a magic, gigantic hound— only fair his daughter gets to have something of a sort."

"But a wolf! Celegorm!"

You rubbed your forehead — feeling annoyed at your husband.

"You said she was exactly like you dearest — but she adores these creatures as much as I do."

"Then why didn't you marry of those creatures!"

You retorted back — your husband frowned down at you before he chuckled and leaned close to your ears.

"Because, one — that's a little outside of nature law — and because a sweet innocent maiden had caught my eyes and only she is capable of handling the beast that I am."

His whispered — his lips brushing against yours ears and hands possessively wrapping around yoour waist — sending shivers down your spine.

"Am taking her out hunting tomorrow."

He said — smirking again seeing how he turned you into a flustered mess.

"She won't come with you — (y/d/n) doesn't like it, Tyelko!"

"She will now."

The day Celegorm's hunt go unplanned would be the day he cursed his life as a hunter — and that's exactly what was happening.

From the minute, himself and his daughter entered the forest hand in hand — with Huan and the little wolf pup — something was . . . different.

It caused him to be on high alert — he had checked these parts before — making sure it was safe while he was with his daughter.

But something about the forest made him feel uneasy — he wondered if he should turn back — but sensing no actual danger. . . just that odd difference he decided to stay.

He had been teaching her how to set camp — and careful not to wander off too far — even if Huan was keeping a watch over her.

But by the time he returned to the camp with the firewood — he was beyond surprised and amazed to see the camp surrounded by little critters and his daughter in the center of it all.

For a second — he really thought his eyes would fall off from their sockets.

He spent amount the next hour or two trying to shoo away the rabbits, birds, owls and squirrels that nestled and gathered around.

Celegorm noticed how some would wander and follow the steps of his daughter — but he paid no heed and finally sat on a log to sharpen his arrow.

At least she wasn't screaming like her mother every 3 seconds when something crept up.

When his daughter quietly walked up to him — he discarded his work for a moment to give her his full attention.

She smiled at him — he recognized the smile — her mother smiled like that whenever she was hiding something. . . or trying at least.

"Atar!"

She spoke — despite gaining his attention already.

"Yes, little dove?"

"You wanted this deer, right? — Here you go!"

His eyes widened as his daughter stepped aside and revealed the deer walking up to them.

In all his years as a hunter — he never seen his prey so willingly draw near him and drop their head in submission and sacrifice.

Celegorm had to be dreaming. . . right?

When you saw your husband and daughter return rather quickly — you knew it couldn't be good.

"I told you – but you still dragged her out."

You crossed your arms at your husband.

"Oh no — we did hunt and we got a deer."

He said — and gestured to the deer strapped to Huan.

"Oh— that was fast. . ."

"Unusually fast. . ."

Your husband replied.

He was right — hunts and camping at least took him 3 days — the fact they returned by the evening of their departure was a surprising sight to behold.

"So what happened-"

Before you had the chance to ask — the sounds of those little critters and the giggles of your daughter caught your ears.

She talked to them — her animals friends and you never seen her so happily engage in a conversation.

With each step she took towards her parents — they followed

"Vero. . . Are you. . . — seeing this?"

You asked not believing your eyes.

"Those little nightmares were following her around the moment we entered the forest."

Celegorm sighed.

"Well they are certainly not getting into our house!"

You crossed your arms at your little girl.

Even though she pouted so much like her father — she still, turned around and told her little friends.

The low whines and groans made your heart ache— but you stood your ground.

The next few days — they were a nightmare more than anything else. You would find owls perched up on your door — or birds singing happily in the early morning by your window.

Sometimes frogs on your sink and squirrels in your tub— you screamed startling your poor husband awake.

If you weren't already so dazed and ready to faint — you would have hard time believing birds were — indeed— braiding your daughter's silver hair.

But you watched — defeated and accepting your fate as your daughter giggled and spoke softly to them — while you sat on the other side of your table.

Unfortunately — due to the silence your husband was pouring out — you knew, this was your job.

"Little dove, what did we say about animals in the house?"

You gently asked your daughter.

"They missed me, amal."

"I know, (y/d/n)— but they have to stay outside — you can meet them while out on hunts with your father."

That — definitely perked up your husband's ears and he instantly joined.

"Yes— and we will have plenty of hunts, so you can meet them all the time!"

You pushed down the urge to roll your eyes— but you were happy when your daughter agreed.

Thankfully — your daughter's little friends seemed to understand and took their leave— however not before giving both you and your husband some glares.

Wheh Celegorm and his daughter returned for another hunt — her animals friends never forgot her.

In fact— one or two steps into the forest, birds flew out the trees and instantly placed flower crowns on their heads — even the mighty Huan had a beautiful flower crown.

"In all my years. . ."

Celegorm groaned inwardly — thankful none of brothers were here to see this.

Sometimes it annoyed the hunter — he hadn't even began to set up his camp or weapons and his daughter had already brought forth the best kill, again, willingly!

It took away the thrill of hunting for him — and so the days came without his daughter — her little animals friends followed him throughout the forest — demanding the whereabouts of (y/d/n).

Sometimes — he would setting up camping or making his weapons and they would gather around him—just staring at him as if he could magically make his daughter appear.

Some rabbits even tried getting into his gear — wondering if he was hiding or storing her away in his bag.

"Alright— alright! I'll bring her next time."

He said— in the tongue of the birds and they happily delivered the message to rest of animals.

Celegorm even picked up how they were calling her — the princess of the forest — and he chuckled with pride.

"The princess of the forest — she sure is."

tags: @mslizziesblog @sorisooyaa​ (I know you love Disney) @doodle-pops @aeonianarchives @antares0606 (I know you wanted this too— I hope you like it) @spidergirla5

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Shohar ko Kabu me Karne ka Amal

If your husband have bad habits or have not manner to respect you in front of his family or friends. Then you should use shohar ko kabu me karne ka amal to control him. By controlling his mind you can change his behavior. 

[cecilspeaks]

176 - The Autumn Specter

Lips are the toes of the face. Welcome to Night Vale.

[spooky theme song]

It’s Halloween again, Night Vale, my favorite day of the year. As a kid, my mother used to dress my sister Abby and I in homemade costumes and take us door to door, vaguely threatening our neighbors until they gave us candy. When I was a teenager, I got a little old for trick-or-treating, so I started going to haunted houses with my friends. A lot of those haunted houses were kind of predictable with all their chain saw killers and Victorian ghost children singing nursery rhymes, who would follow you home and sing by your bed for months afterwards, but they always got to me. I loved the emotional rush of being scared. I still do. Of course, I don’t go out much to haunted houses, but I still love good old fashioned scary stories. I thought today would be a great day to share some of my favorites with you. I had my new intern, James, put together a few spooky tales that are perfect for putting you into Halloween mood.

But first, let’s have a look at the Community Calendar. This Saturday night at the New Old Night Vale Opera House, is the annual costume gala. This event is the Opera House’s largest fundraiser and one of the most prestigious costume contests in the region. A panel of judges will be on hand to determine the best costume at the ball. Last year’s winners were Joel Eisenberg and his partner Danny Jimenez, who dressed in a tandem outfit of a stegosaurus. I was there, listeners, and it was impressive! The creature was so realistic-looking. The craftsmanship of the costume was top notch, but listen, I have to confess I’m always more into high concept creativity rather than realistic details when it comes to costumes. Like I remember the 2015 gala, when Amal Shamun came dressed up as the concept of ennui. She made herself 12 feet tall, dressed in a taupe long coat, and created a constant drizzling rain inside the ball room. Anyone who looked at her got super sad and wanted a hug. But Joel and Danny’s stegosaurus was fine.

Sunday afternoon is the fall craft sale in Old Town Night Vale. An inscrutable maze of stalls showcasing the finest products from our town’s artisans. There will be cultural events for children, like finger painting classes, puppet shows, and a visit from the Autumn Specter. The Autumn Specter returns. It comes to collect its crops, with its great and sharp sickle. [creepily] It will harvest every ripe soul in Night Vale, the Autumn Specter is hungryyyy! It is Octoberr and it is timme to feeeeeee-duh.

Hey James, this Community Calendar doesn’t seem right, it’s just a bunch of stuff about the Autumn Specter. Also this font size, what-what is this 32 point? That’s just much too large. And it’s printed in red ink and that is a waste of our color toner, James. Eww, eww! This red ink is still really damp. OK, plus there’s nothing about start and end times of the craft fair, or anything about the food trucks, like if the Autumn Specter is hungry, surely it wants some falafel or Korean barbeque or tacos. James, could you just redo this story? James? James? [clears throat] Well, listeners, I don’t know where James went. Um, I can hear him breathing, but I don’t see him anywhere. Yeah, it’s fine, let’s just get onto our first spooky story.

[static, old-fashioned music] One quiet moonless night, not long ago and not so far away, a teenage girl sat in a house that was not her own. It was the home of Tony and Sheila McDowell. The girl was their babysitter, and she had just put the two young McDowell children down to sleep. The girl watched TV alone in the dark living room, only the bluish flicker of a scary movie illuminating her face. The phone rang abrupt and loud, startling her. She raised the receiver to her ear. “Hello?” she said with a slight quiver. “Have you checked on the children?” came a raspy voice. The babysitter ran quickly upstairs, opening the door of the kids’ bedroom. She flicked on the light, and there they were, fast asleep. She went back to her movie, but the phone rang again. “Haave youuu checked on the childrennn?” came the same voice, only more sinister. The babysitter again hurried upstairs, opened the door, turned on the light, and saw the children still asleep. The caller called again and again and again. “Have you checked on the children?” The babysitter, so scared, barely able to move, hung up the phone before the voice could finish its repeated query. When the phone rang once again, she answered and shouted: “Stop calling me!” But this time, it was a different voice. The person on this occasion said: “Ma’am, this is the police. We’ve traced the call. The call is coming from inside the house. Get out, get out!” The babysitter panicked and started to run, but then she remembered: she never called the police! How would they know to even trace the call? So she crept fearfully upstairs to the children’s room, and the phone was ringing again, the clamoring bell igniting her fright. And she cracked open the door and she saw- She saw the young McDowell boy and his little brother hunched over a phone and giggling! They were pranking her, and she felt relieved but embarrassed. And she told them to stop fooling around and go to sleep. And they all shared a good laugh.

Let’s have a look now at traffic. [papers rustling] Um.. OK, well I don’t seem to have a traffic report from intern James. Also James isn’t here right now, because I sent him out to go pick up lunch a few m- Oh, hey James, James, James, James – wait, why are you standing in the control booth? You were supposed to go get lunch and also I’ve asked you a couple of times not to wear that burlap bag over your head. I mean yes it looks great, with the Jack o’ Lantern face drawn onto it, I mean the mouth is a bit lopsided and the eyes are a tad uneven,  you know kinda flat and emotionless, but all in all it’s a cool look, but it’s decidedly not allowed in Station Management’s dress code. Oh, you’re holing a knife, too! So did you get- did you already get that lunch then? Well if that- if that’s the case, you don’t need to cut my sandwich in half, I’ll-I’ll take it whole. And also I need that traffic report, thanks. James? What are you waiting for, the Autumn Specter to do it for you? [chuckles] Hop to it! James?

[clears throat] Well, while James is working on that, let’s get back to my favorite spooky Halloween stories. This one isn’t a story so much as a fun Halloween game. The legend of Bloody Mary.

According to the lore, if you turn off all the lights, and stare into a mirror, repeating “Bloody Mary” three times in a row, she will appear and tear your face off! I’ve never tried this because I don’t own any mirrors, but my husband Carlos conducted this very experiment in his science lab. He said he darkened the room and repeated the name and nothing happened for a long time. But then a figure of a woman appeared, silvery gray and shimmering, and she approached Carlos slowly, her hollow white eyes never blinking. She brought her face only inches from Carlos and said: “Are you for real?” And Carlos said yes, he was indeed – real. And Bloody Mary said: “OK because this time of year, I just get a bunch of giggling, screaming teenagers, and I’m really tired of ripping off their faces for no pay whatsoever!” And Carlos gave her some resources for starting a union and she thanked him and she offered to tear his face off in exchange for the consulting, but Carlos said no, he liked his face, and wisher her luck. Night Vale, pay your malevolent spirits! They’re overworked especially around Halloween. And a 20 per cent gratuity for poltergeists, phantasms, revenants, and ghosts is standard.

And now for t- what the, oh you- [papers rustling] Wait, OK. You know, I thought intern James had handed the traffic report to me, but this is just a piece of parchment with a 9-pointed star seemingly drawn by a finger dripped in blood. And then there are a series of ancient runes scrawled around the outer edges. Now I took runic in college. I mean, most of my friends took Spanish as their language, but I thought living here in the American Southwest, it would be more useful to study ancient Scandinavian and Germanic alphabets. And from what I can make out, these are a message about the return of the Autumn Specter. Ugh, alright. OK. I love that intern James loooves Halloween and whatever this the Autumn Specter is. In fact, James is still in the break room right now construction a sacred totem out of ash tree branches and twine. He’s been muttering to himself all day in a language that I don’t recognize, and the only words I can understand are “Autumn Specter”. But I still have neither my traffic report nor my lunch! Wait, do you think James is… Naah, put it out or you mind, Cecil.

Let’s tell another spooky Halloween story. There once was a beautiful young woman who wore a green ribbon around her neck. She won the affection of a handsome young man. They fell in love and one day the boy asked the girl why she always wore a green ribbon around her neck. She would not tell him. One day the man and the woman were to become husband and wife. In her white bridal dress, the woman still wore her green ribbon. The man asked her on their wedding night if he could untie the green ribbon, but even on the  most intimate of evenings, she said no, and he respected her answer. But he longed to know what she was hiding behind the ribbon. Through the years, the man asked the wife again about the ribbon, but she never removed it, nor answered his questions about it. She only warned him that he would not like what he saw if she were to remove it. He asked less and less, but his curiosity grew and grew. And they became old, very old, and they knew their time left was short. The man asked one more time: “My dearest wife, love of my life, tell me that I may remove the green ribbon from around your neck.” And the old woman said: “My adoring groom, here in our room after all these many years, yes you may. But I caution you, as I have many times before, that you shall not like what your eyes behold.” The man hesitated, but finally reached his weakened, wrinkled fingers to the green bow along her nape. And he tentatively pulled the ribbon, and suddenly it unfurled, falling from her neck, and the man gasped. Upon her neck was a series of ornate letters spelling out “GOTH LIFE”. The woman said: “I got this tattoo in high school but kind of outgrew it and it’s super embarrassing.” And the man replied: “It is for sure weird, but also pretty cool. I like it.” And she never wore the green ribbon again.

You know, listeners, I’d love to bring you that traffic report, but right now, um, I’m facing something much more urgent and more dire. My studio door has opened on its own, and as I turned around, I could see down the long faintly lit corridor of our offices. And at the end of the hallway stands a figure, and he wears a Jack o’ Lantern mask, his head crooked to one side like a dog asking a question or like a hanged man, or both. And it is intern James, and he holds a long knife and he walks, he walks slowly toward me. And he is speaking at first in a mutter, but now louder, a strange shout in an obscure tongue like a magician casting a wicked spell, and he is moving much faster toward me, like a limping run, and his blade is raised high, and James is not an intern, Night Vale, bu the Autumn Specter itself come to reap my soul!

But before he does that, Let me take you to the weather.

[“Welterweight” by Nels Andrews. https://nelsandrews.bandcamp.com/]

So. During the weather, I went to human resources and requested a file on intern James. Oh I’m fine, by the way, and James is not the Autumn Specter, but I’ll get to that. So I found a copy of James’ résumé and cover letter for the position of radio station intern. His application was originally submitted in 1845. “That’s almost two centuries ago!” I exclaimed, but according to HR, they’re pretty backlogged on the intern apps. “What are you gonna do, we get to them when we get to them,” they said from the bottom of their abandoned well. Paperclipped to James’ application was a wrinkled and yellowed news clipping from the Night Vale °Daily Journal, and the article says that James died on Halloween night in 1849 when he was hit by a train. I then went to the hall of public records and found that our radio station was built in 1950, atop the very train tracks where James met hi send. James’ soul has been wandering the halls and offices of our radio station ever since. For all James ever wanted was to be a radio intern. To serve the listening community, to lift high the voice of journalistic truth. And it was his death that led to the shutdown of those train tracks and the eventual construction of a new station home, and the building we still use now. So I was wrong about James. He was an intern, after all, and not a malevolent Halloween spirit.

But I was right that the Autumn Specter had come for me. For when I turned to see James running down the hill, I did not notice the Autumn Specter behind me, with its bony hands and scarecrow mouth, and I did not notice its soul reaping sickle, which it had raised high above its oversized head and stick thin body. And James had given his life for the building of our radio station, and in death, gave his soul for the very same cause. And James threw himself upon the Autumn Specter, and he tried to stab the Specter’s neck and chest, but it-it- it did nothing. And the Spectre pushed James aside and then turned its black coal eyes upon me. And it raised its curved blade once again and swung! I tried to duck, but was too slow. And just as the sickle’s edge reached my face, James dove in front of it and vanished in a burst of white flame, as he was struck. And the room was empty and the Autumn Specter was gone too.

To the family and friends of intern James, he was… an OK intern. Not always on  top of his writing deadlines, but he literally sacrificed his soul for our radio station. I can’t bring you a traffic report today, but I will live to bring you one tomorrow.  If we find a new intern. And HR tells me that we have hundreds of candidates, although  most of them are not yet aware that they are candidates.

Stay tuned next for our new cooking competition show, “Flay Bobby Flay”.

And as always, Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: The road to hell is paved with cobblestone. It’s super bumpy, not at all comfortable, and really bad for your car’s suspension.

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i think. if court life is a lot of petitions and committee meetings. jackal is a nightmare to have around.

he can’t sit properly in a chair for long, if people are sitting in chairs, or sit properly if they’re on cushions. he’d pick at his clothes, take off and play with his (gold, priceless) jewelry, probably drop an armband on the floor with a loud clang. tap his nails on a table, fold and unfold paper which is expensive, oops, be unable to stop making disapproving faces or sounds if someone says things he disagrees with. he’d probably get up and pace, open and close windows, eat all the snacks without realizing, spill his tea.

and if someone petitioned the crown for aid? his first instinct would be to take the circlet off his head and be like “why not melt this thing down? that ought to be worth enough to feed the farmers, right?”

if an advisor was like “your highness please control your...”

amal: [smile like the curve of a knife that doesn’t reach his eyes]

“... husband.”

“if you want the prince-consort to be still you will be waiting until the sun goes out. in the meantime, please be less boring!”

unsure about his title tbh. but maybe everyone else is too.