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The Christmas Tree

Christmas tree legends The Christmas Tree, an article that explains its legend, origin and tradition, with some enlightening merry quotes to enrich the great value of the Christmas period. Snowflakes felt so awesome in winter season. There is a main figure in Christmas known as Santa Claus. And the main theme of Christmas is jingle bell, a very famous tune known all other the world. People use this tune a lot all over the Christmas event, and it feels so good like something very positive that will bring peace and happiness in our lives. Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree. T. S. Eliot It is curious to what a degree one may become attached to a fine tree, especially when it is placed where trees are rare. Christian Nestell Bovee The Christmas tree is the dot on the i. Frank Taylor The trees that bud and blossom forth, Throughout the world from south to north, Are tokens that a life will bloom When manhood's passed beyond the tomb. T. Augustus Forbes Leith Three things are needed to make a Christmas tree: ornaments, the tree and faith in the future. Armenian proverb I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn. Muddy Waters My beer-drenched soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees in the world. Charles Bukowski He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree. Roy L. Smith It’s not what’s under the Christmas tree that matters, it’s who’s around it. Charlie Brown A Christian should resemble a fruit tree with real fruit, not a Christmas tree with decorations tied on. John Stott The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. Burton Hillis

Christmas tree origins I grew up with a Christmas tree, I’m going to stay with a Christmas tree. Thomas Menino The perfect Christmas tree, all Christmas trees are perfect. Charles N. Barnard Some Christmas tree ornaments do more than glitter and glow, they represent a gift of love given a long time ago. Tom Baker The Christmas tree is beautiful only when it is finished and when the lights can be turned on, the crib is not, the crib is beautiful when you do it or even when you think about it. Luciano De Crescenzo Taking down the Christmas tree makes it feel official: time to get back to joyless and cynical. Greg Fitzsimmons I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love. Linus Van Pelt What will we find under the Christmas tree this year? Oh my God, I think the roots! Carl William Brown Glittering tinsel, lights, glass balls, and candy canes dangle from pine trees. Richelle E. Goodrich The best Christmas trees come very close to exceeding nature. Andy Rooney There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer. Calvin Coolidge The earth reminded us of a Christmas tree ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away it diminished in size. Finally it shrank to the size of a marble, the most beautiful marble you can imagine. James Irwin Christmas tree stands are the work of the devil and they want you dead. Bill Bryson Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness. Eckhart Tolle He that planteth a tree is the servant of God, He provideth a kindness for many generations, And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him. Henry Van Dyke

Christmas tree quotes Now I’m an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions. Orson Welles Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 25 feet tall. Larry Wilde They’ve got plastic Christmas trees now. They’re hard to tell from the real aluminum ones. Milton Berle I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top. Ray Bradbury I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a christmas tree agnostic. Stephanie Perkins Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, trampling on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet. And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the woods, of the merry Christmas Eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Klumpy-Dumpy. Hans Christian Andersen A Christmas tree, the perfect gift for a guy. The plant is already dead. Jay Leno The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess. Tess Gerritsen A dog looking at a lit Christmas tree thinks: they finally put the light in the toilet. Romano Bertola Christmas trees don’t grow on trees; they need rainbows, lumberjacks, and Leprechauns on unicorns playing jock jams on glockenspiels. Ryan Ross Make your plate look like a Christmas tree, I tell people, mostly green with splashes of other bright colors. Victoria Moran There’s no experience quite like cutting your own live Christmas tree out of your neighbor’s yard. Dan Florence

True natural Christmas trees The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree, those to me, are the scents of the holidays. Blake Lively Christmas is a very enjoyable event ever. It is a great feast for everyone. Kids, adults and grandparents. Everyone enjoy this occasion very much. Parents give presents to their children and this brings happiness in their hearts. An enormous amount of joy comes through this period which is a real gem for us. Therefore how could we avoid talking of one of the main symbol of this religious celebration, which is certainly the Christmas Tree, so let's read about its fascinating history. The Christmas tree today is a common custom to most of us. There are many interesting connections to ancient traditions such as Egyptian and Roman customs, early Christian practices, and Victorian nostalgia. However, most scholars point to Germany as being the origin of the Christmas tree. Long before the advent of Christianity, plants and trees that remained green all year had a special meaning for people in the winter. Just as people today decorate their homes during the festive season with pine, spruce, and fir trees, ancient peoples hung evergreen boughs over their doors and windows. In many countries it was believed that evergreens would keep away witches, ghosts, evil spirits, and illness. In the Northern hemisphere, the shortest day and longest night of the year falls on December 21 or December 22 and is called the winter solstice. Many ancient people believed that the sun was a god and that winter came every year because the sun god had become sick and weak. They celebrated the solstice because it meant that at last the sun god would begin to get well. Evergreen boughs reminded them of all the green plants that would grow again when the sun god was strong and summer would return. The ancient Egyptians worshipped a god called Ra, who had the head of a hawk and wore the sun as a blazing disk in his crown. At the solstice, when Ra began to recover from his illness, the Egyptians filled their homes with green palm rushes, which symbolized for them the triumph of life over death.

Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Early Romans marked the solstice with a feast called Saturnalia in honor of Saturn, the god of agriculture. The Romans knew that the solstice meant that soon, farms and orchards would be green and fruitful. To mark the occasion, they decorated their homes and temples with evergreen boughs. In Northern Europe the mysterious Druids, the priests of the ancient Celts, also decorated their temples with evergreen boughs as a symbol of everlasting life. The fierce Vikings in Scandinavia thought that evergreens were the special plant of the sun god, Balder. One of the earliest stories relating back to Germany is about Saint Boniface. In 722, he encountered some pagans who were about to sacrifice a child at the base of a huge oak tree. He cut down the tree to prevent the sacrifice and a Fir tree grew up at the base of the oak. He then told everyone that this lovely evergreen, with its branches pointing to heaven, was a holy tree - the tree of the Christ child, and a symbol of His promise of eternal life. Germany is credited with starting the Christmas tree tradition as we now know it in the 16th century when devout Christians brought decorated trees into their homes. Some built Christmas pyramids of wood and decorated them with evergreens and candles if wood was scarce. Another story tells that perhaps it was Martin Luther responsible for the origin of the Christmas tree. This story says that one Christmas Eve, about the year 1500, he was walking through the snow-covered woods and was struck by the beauty of the snow glistened trees. Their branches, dusted with snow, shimmered in the moon light. When he got home, he set up a small fir tree and shared the story with his children. He decorated the Christmas tree with small candles, which he lighted in honor of Christ's birth. Another legend says that in the early 16th century, people in Germany combined two customs that had been practiced in different countries around the globe. The Paradise tree (a fir tree decorated with apples) represented the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden.

Christmas tree in Rio de Janeiro The Christmas Light, a small, pyramid-like frame, usually decorated with glass balls, tinsel and a candle on top, was a symbol of the birth of Christ as the Light of the World. Changing the tree’s apples to tinsel balls and cookies and combining this new tree with the light placed on top, the Germans created the tree that many of us know today. In the 1840s and 50s, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert popularized the Christmas tree in England. Prince Albert decorated a tree and ever since that time, the English, because of their love for their Queen, copied her Christmas customs including the Christmas tree and ornaments. An engraving of the Royal Family celebrating Christmas at Windsor was published in 1848 and their German traditions were copied and adapted. Another story about the origin of the Christmas tree says that late in the Middle Ages, Germans and Scandinavians placed evergreen trees inside their homes or just outside their doors to show their hope that spring would soon come. Most 19th-century Americans found Christmas trees an oddity. The first record of one being on display was in the 1830s by the German settlers of Pennsylvania, although trees had been a tradition in many German homes much earlier. The Pennsylvania German settlements had community trees as early as 1747. But, as late as the 1840s Christmas trees were seen as pagan symbols and not accepted by most Americans. It is not surprising that, like many other festive Christmas customs, the tree was adopted so late in America. To the New England Puritans, Christmas was sacred. The pilgrims’s second governor, William Bradford, wrote that he tried hard to stamp out "pagan mockery" of the observance, penalizing any frivolity. The influential Oliver Cromwell preached against "the heathen traditions" of Christmas carols, decorated trees, and any joyful expression that desecrated "that sacred event." In 1659, the General Court of Massachusetts enacted a law making any observance of December 25 (other than a church service) a penal offense; people were fined for hanging decorations. That stern solemnity continued until the 19th century, when the influx of German and Irish immigrants undermined the Puritan legacy. The early 20th century saw Americans decorating their trees mainly with homemade ornaments, while the German-American sect continued to use apples, nuts, and marzipan cookies. Popcorn joined in after being dyed bright colors and interlaced with berries and nuts. Electricity brought about Christmas lights, making it possible for Christmas trees to glow for days on end. With this, Christmas trees began to appear in town squares across the country and having a Christmas tree in the home became an American tradition.

Christmas tree best wishes Research into customs of various cultures shows that greenery was often brought into homes at the time of the winter solstice. It symbolized life in the midst of death in many cultures. The Romans were known to deck their homes with evergreens during of Kalends of January 15. Living trees were also brought into homes during the old Germany feast of Yule, which originally was a two month feast beginning in November. The Yule tree was planted in a tub and brought into the home. But there is no evidence that the Christmas tree is a direct descendent of the Yule tree. Evidence does point to the Paradise tree however. This story goes back to the 11th century religious plays. One of the most popular was the Paradise Play. The play depicted the story of the creation of Adam and Eve, their sin, and their banishment from Paradise. The only prop on the stage was the Paradise tree, a fir tree adorned with apples. The play would end with the promise of the coming Savior and His Incarnation. The people had grown so accustomed to the Paradise tree, that they began putting their own Paradise tree up in their homes on December 24. Christmas trees have been sold commercially in the United States since about 1850. In 1979, the National Christmas Tree was not lighted except for the top ornament. This was done in honor of the American hostages in Iran. The tallest living Christmas tree is believed to be the 122-foot, 91-year-old Douglas fir in the town of Woodinville, Washington. The Rockefeller Center Christmas tree tradition began in 1933. Franklin Pierce, the 14th president, brought the Christmas tree tradition to the White House. In 1923, President Calvin Coolidge started the National Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony now held every year on the White House lawn. Since 1966, the National Christmas Tree Association has given a Christmas tree to the President and first family. Most Christmas trees are cut weeks before they get to a retail outlet. In 1912, the first community Christmas tree in the United States was erected in New York City. Christmas trees generally take six to eight years to mature. Christmas trees are grown in all 50 states including Hawaii and Alaska. 90 percent of all Christmas trees are grown on farms. More than 1,000,000 acres of land have been planted with Christmas trees. On average, over 2,000 Christmas trees are planted per acre. You should never burn your Christmas tree in the fireplace. It can contribute to creosote buildup. Other types of trees such as cherry and hawthorns were used as Christmas trees in the past. Thomas Edison’s assistants came up with the idea of electric lights for Christmas trees. In 1963, the National Christmas Tree was not lit until December 22nd because of a national 30-day period of mourning following the assassination of President Kennedy. Teddy Roosevelt banned the Christmas tree from the White House for environmental reasons. On the contrary the 2020 Christmas Tree is an 18 ½ foot Fraser Fir from West Virginia. It will serve as a centerpiece for Christmas decorations in the Blue Room of the White House. The White House Christmas Tree must stand 18-19 feet tall and reach the ceiling of the Blue Room, where the chandelier is removed each holiday season to accommodate the tree. And last but not least, if you want to choose the perfect Christmas tree visit the website of The American Christmas Tree Association (ACTA) which is a non-profit organization established to help families create holiday memories and build traditions by choosing the perfect Christmas tree. www.christmastreeassociation.org/ Instead if you need a good short story for your children about Christmas or the Christmas tree, you can find many of them at this link: https://americanliterature.com/author/hans-christian-andersen/short-story/the-fir-tree Top 10 Tallest Christmas Trees in The World Read also our other posts on Christmas ; Christmas quotes ; 60 great Christmas quotes ; Christmas tree origin and quotes ; Traditional Christmas Carols ; Christmas jokes ; Christmas markets in England ; Christmas cracker jokes ; Christmas food ; Christmas thoughts ; Read the full article

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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a-chaotic-ananas · 2 years ago

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leafvy · 4 years ago

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hello everyone! i am finally back with a new name list, i hope you enjoy it and find it usefull!

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

Female

Adalina - German derived - Noble

Adelaide - English - Noble natured

Adrianna - Latin - Person from Hadria

Aishwarya - Sanskrit - Wealth, prosperity

Alethea - Greek - Truth

Alexandria - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men

Alexandrina - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men

Alianora - Unknown - Unknown

Amaryllis - Greek - Sparkle, shine

Anastasia - Greek - Ressurection

Anastazja - Polish - Reborn

Angelina - Greek - Messenger

Angelique - Latin - Messenger of God

Annabella - Italian - Loving

Annabelle - English - Favoured grace

Annalisa - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty

Annamaria - Italian/French/German - Bitter, grace

Anneliese - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty

Antoinetta - Latin - Praiseworthy

Antoinette - French - Priceless one

Antonella - Italian - First born

Antonia - Italian - Priceless, praiseworthy, beautiful

Antonina - Spanish - Priceless, highly esteemed

Arabella - Latin - Yielding to prayer

Araceli - Latin - Altar of heaven, heavenly homemaker

Araminta - English - Prayer, protection

Arianna - Greek/Italian - Most holy

Ariella - Hebrew - Lion of God

Aubrianna - German - Elf

Augusta - Latin - Great, magnificent

Augustina - Latin - The exalted one

Avabella - Hebrew - My God is an oath

Avalina - English - Little bird

Avianna - Latin - Birdlike

Avrielle - Unknown - Unknown

Bathilda - Germanic/Norse - Battle

Benedetta - Latin/Spanish - Blessed

Benedicta - Latin - Blessed

Bernadetta - French - Brave Bear

Bernadette - French - Brave Bear

Busarakham - Thai - Yellow Sapphire

Cairistonia - Unknown - Unknown

Calliope - Greek - Beautifully voiced

Candelaria - Spanish - Candle

Carlotta - Italian - Free man

Carolina - Latin/French - Free man

Cassandra - Greek - The one who shines & excels over men

Cassiopeia - Greek - Unknown

Catalina - Spanish - Pure

Celestina - Spanish/Italian - Heavenly

Celestine - Latin - Heavenly

Charlotta - French/German - Manly

Charlotte - French - Free man

Chrysanthemum - Greek - Gold flower

Cleobella - Unknown - Unknown

Cleopatra - Greek - Glory of her father

Cordelia - Welsh - Jewel of the sea

Corinthia - Greek - Woman of Corinth

Cressida - Greek - Gold

Daniella - Latin/Hebrew - God is my judge

Dayanara - Spanish - Forceful

Debbonaire - French - Good natured

Deianira - Greek - Man destroyer

Delphina - Greek - Woman from Delphi

Demetria - Greek - Follower of Demeter

Desdemona - Greek - Misery, unlucky

Dolores - Latin - Sorrowful

Dominica - French/Latin - Lord

Dominique - French/Latin - Lord

Donatella - Italian - Gift of God

Dulcinea - Spanish - Sweetness

Ekaterina - Russian/Bulgarian - Pure

Eleanora - Greek - Sun ray

Elenora - Greek - Sun ray

Elisabet - Scandinavian - Pledged to God

Elisabetta - Italian - Pledged to God

Elizabella - Spanish - God is my oath

Elizabeth - Hebrew - My God is an oath

Elizaveta - Russian - God is my oath

Elladora - Greek - A gift sent from heaven, one who is filled with light

Emmanuella - Hebrew - God is with us

Emmeline - French/German - Work

Esmerelda - Spanish - Emerald

Esperanza - Spanish - Hope

Estefania - Spanish/Greek - Crown, garland

Eulalia - Greek - Well-spoken

Evalina - Latin - Desired

Evangelina - Latin - Gospel

Evangeline - Latin - Gospel

Evelyna - Unknown - Unknown

Fatehmeh - Arabic - Captivating, woman who abstains

Federica - Italian - Peaceful ruler

Felicity - Latin - Happiness

Fernanda - Portuguese/Spanish/Italian - Bold voyager

Fiorella - Italian - Little flower

Francesca - Italian - From France

Frederica - German/English - Peaceful ruler

Gabriella - Spanish/Italian - God is my strength

Galatea - Greek - She who is milk-white

Galilea - Italian/Hebrew - Born in Galilee

Gayatari - Sanskrit - Goddess

Geneva - French - Juniper tree

Genevieve - Celtic/French/German - White wave

Georgetta - French/Greek/Latin - Farmer

Georgianna - Catalan/English/Greek/Romanian - Farmer

Georgina - Greek - Farmer

Giovanetta - Unknown - Unknown

Giullietta - Italian/Latin - Youthful

Gwendolyn - Welsh - White ring

Helena - Greek - Shining light

Henrietta - French/English - Estate ruler

Hydrangea - Greek/Latin - Water vessel

Ingeborg - Norse - Stronghold, protection

Isabella - Italian - God is my abundance

Isabellina - Portuguese - My god is a vow

Isadora - Greek - Gift of Isis

Itzayana - Mayan - Gift of God

Jacqueline - French - Supplanter

Jaganmata - Hindu - Mother of the world

Jasmina - French/Persian - God’s gift

Jessamina - Persian - Gift of God

Jessamine - Persian - Gift of God

Josephina - Hebrew - Jehovah increases

Julianna - Latin - Youthful

Julietta - Italian/Latin - Youthful

Katerina - Greek - Pure

Katherine - Greek - Pure

Kathleen - Irish/Greek - Pure

Laurentia - Latin - From Laurentium

Leocadia - Spanish - Splendid brightness

Leonora - Greek - Compassion, light

Liliana - Spanish/Italian - Lily, flower

Liliosa - Spanish - Lily, flower

Louisiana - German - Famous warrior

Luciana - Latin - Light

Lucinda - Latin - Light

Maddelena - Italian - Woman from Magdala

Magdalena - Greek - Woman from Magdala

Magnolia - Latin - Magnol’s flower

Marcelina - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Marceline - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Margaery - French - Pearl

Margaretha - Greek/Latin - Pearl, margarita

Marguerita - Greek - Pearl

Marguerite - French - Pearl

Mariana - Spanish - Grace, drop of the sea

Mariella - Latin/Dutch - Star of the sea

Marielle - Latin/Dutch - Star of the sea

Melania - Greek - Black, dark

Miabella - Italian - Beauty

Millicent - German - Strong in work

Mirabella - Latin - Wondrous beauty

Momilani - Hawaiian - Pearl of heaven

Montserrat - Latin - Jagged mountain

Morganna - Welsh - Sea-born

Nicoletta - Greek - People of victory

Nicolina - Greek - People of victory

Octavia - Latin - Eighth

Olivia - Latin - Olive tree

Olympia - Greek - From Mount Olympus

Onaiwah - Native American - Awake

Ophelia - Greek - Help

Penelope - Greek - Weaver

Persephone - Greek - Bringer of destruction

Petronella - Latin/Greek - Stone, rock

Petronilla - Italian/Latin - Stone, rock

Philomena - Greek - Friend of strength

Priscilla - Latin - Ancient

Raffaella - French - God has healed

Raphaela - Hebrew - God has healed

Rosabelle - Latin - Beautiful rose

Rosalina - German - Gentle horse

Samantha - Hebrew - Told by God

Santana - Spanish - Holy

Saphhira - Greek - Sapphire

Seraphina - Hebrew - Burning ones

Serenity - Latin - Peaceful

Shoshana - Hebrew - Lily, rose

Sophronia - Greek - Wise

Stellamaris - Latin - Star of the sea

Tatiana - Russian - Fairy Queen

Temperance - English - Moderation

Theodora - Greek - Gift of God

Ululani - Hawaiian - Heavenly inspiration

Valencia - Latin - Strong, healthy

Valentina - Latin - Strong, healthy

Vasilisa - Russian - Queen, Empress

Venezia - Italian - From Venice

Veronica - Latin - She who brings victory

Victoria - Latin - Victory

Violetta - Italian - Purple

Virginia - Latin - Virginal, pure

Vivienne - French - Life

Waleria - Polish - Healthy, strong

Wilhelmina - Dutch/German - Will, desire, helmet, protection

Williamina - German - Protection, resolute

Xanthippe - Greek - Yellow Horse

Yaroslava - Slavic - Fierce, glorious

Yevgeniya - Russian - Well born

Zenobia - Greek - Life of Zeus

Male

Aballach - Arthurian - Father of Modron

Abraham - Hebrew - Father of multitudes

Acacius - Greek - Thorny

Alessandro - Italian - Defender of mankind

Alexander - Latin - To ward off, defend & protect

Alexandros - Greek - Defender, protector of man

Algernon - Norman-French - Moustached man

Alistair - Scottish - Defending men

Alphonsus - Spanish/Italian - Noble & ready

Ambrose - Greek/Latin - Immortal

Ambrosius - Greek/Latin - Divine, immortal

Anderson - Greek - Son of Andrew

Antonio - Spanish/Italian - Priceless one

Archibald - Germanic - Bold, genuine

Augustus - Latin - Majestic, venerable

Aurelius - Latin - Golden

Balthasar - Greek - Bal protects the King

Barnaby - English - Young warrior

Bartholomew - Aramaic - Son of Talmai

Beauchamp - English/French - Beautiful field

Beauregard - French - Beautiful gaze

Beckett - English - Beehive

Belvidere - Italian - Beautiful to see

Benedict - Latin - Blessed

Benjamin - Hebrew - Son of the right hand

Broderick - Welsh/Irish/Norse - Son of Rhydderch, descendent of Bruadar, Ginger brother

Callahan - Irish - Descendent of Ceallachán

Caspian - Arabic - Treasure of the sea

Cassander - Spanish/Greek - Brother of heroes

Channing - English/French - Young wolf, church offical

Christian - English - Follower of Christ

Christopher - English/Greek - Bearing Christ

Cillian - Irish - War, strife, church

Cleveland - English - Cliff land

Clifford - English - Lives near the cliff

Constantine - Latin/Greek - Steadfast, constant

Constantino - Latin/Greek - Steadfast, constant

Cornelius - Latin - Horn

Dartagnan - French - From Artagnan

Dashiell - French/Scottish - Heaven, sky

Douglas - Scottish - Dark water

Elmwood - English - Forest of Elm trees

Elwood - English - Forest of Elder trees

Emerson - German - Son of Emery

Emiliano - Italian - Rival

Emmanuel - Hebrew - God is with us

Evander - Greek/Scottish - Strong man, bow warrior

Finnegan - Irish - Son of fair haired

Fiorello - Italian - Little flower

Fitzwilliam - English - Son of William

Francesco - Latin/Spanish - French man, free man

Frederick - German - Peaceful ruler

Gabriel - Hebrew - God is my strength

Grayson - English - Grey haired one

Gregory - Latin - Gregarious

Guillermo - Spanish - Resolute protector

Harrison - English - Son of Harry

Heathcliffe - English - Cliff near a heath

Henderson - Scottish - Son of Henry

Holden - English - Hollow in the valley

Humphrey - French/English - Peaceful warrior, bear cub

Hyperion - Greek - The high one

Ignatius - Latin/Etruscan - Fiery one

Jackson - English - Son of Jack

Jameson - English - Son of James

Jefferson - English - Son of Jeffrey

Jeremiah - Hebrew - Yhwh will raise

Jonathon - Hebrew - Son of Jehovah

Joshua - Hebrew - Yhwh is salvation

Kenderick - Scottish/English - Royal ruler, champion

Lancaster - English - Habitational name

Lawrence - Latin - From Laurentium

Leander - Greek - Lion man

Leonardo - Italian/Spanish/Portuguese - Strong as a Lion

Leopold - Germanic - Brave people

Lorenzo - Italian/Spanish - From Laurentium

Lysander - Greek - Liberator

Madigan - Irish - Little dog

Malachi - Hebrew - Messenger of God

Marcellus - French - Young warrior

Marmaduke - Irish/Gaelic - Follower of Maedoc, leader of the seas

Maverick - American - Independent

Maximilianus - Latin - Greatest

Maximillian - Latin - Greatest

Montgomery - French - Gomeric’s hill

Mordecai - Hebrew - Little man

Morrison - English/Scottish - Son of Morris

Muhammad - Arabic - Praised, commendable

Napoleon - Greek - Lion of the new city

Nathaniel - Greek/Hebrew - God has given

Nicholas - Greek - Victory of the people

Nicholson - English/Greek - Son of Nicholas

Octavian - Latin - Eighth

Oswald - Anglo-Saxon - Divine power, ruler

Ozymandias - Greek - Tyrant, dictator

Percival - French - Pierce the vale

Peregrine - Latin - One from abroad

Phineas - Hebrew - Oracle

Randolph - English/German - Chief-Wolf

Reginald - Latin - King

Remington - English - Place on a riverbank

Roderick - Germanic - Famous ruler

Salvatore - Italian - Savior

Santiago - Spanish/Latin - Saint James

Sebastian - Latin - Venerable

Simeon - Hebrew - To hear, to be heard

Solomon - Hebrew - Man of peace

Sullivan - Irish - Black eyed one

Sylvester - Latin - Wooded, wild

Tennyson - English - Son of Dennis

Thaddeus - Aramaic - Courageous heart

Theodore - Greek - God given

Tiberius - Latin - Of the Tiber

Tobias - Hebrew/Greek - God is good

Tristram - Welsh - Noise

Ulysses - Greek - Wrathful, hater

Valentino - Latin - Strong

Vincenzo - Italian - To conquer

Wallace - Scottish/English - Foreigner

Wellington - English - Place name

Whittaker - English - White field

William - Germanic - Strong-willed warrior

Willoughby - English - Willow farm

Xerxes - Persian - Hero among heroes

Zacchaeus - Hebrew/Greek - Pure, innocent

Zachariah - Persian/Hebrew - God remembers

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A/N: So, I wasn’t going to post this because I wasn’t sure if this scene might give away too much, but since I got a lot of requests to post another James POV and I feel absolutely terrible for not being finished with the new chapter yet (I’m honestly working on it!) I decided to publish this bit here.

I have a lot of these snippets from James’s POV because it helps me to understand him better and the way he acts, but they are often kind of spoilers for the story so I can’t post all of them. I took out one bigger reveal that I wrote into this scene to not take away from the main story, but I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into James’s story nonetheless.

For orientation purposes: This scene happens after Chapter 38: An Anthology of Almosts, in which Henry Pennington showed up at the Three Broomsticks.

B A T H R O O M F L O O R A E S T H E T I C S

I’m pathetic; like this, slumped over the toilet bowl like a heap of misery, my brain takes delight in throwing tonight’s highlights at me in a never ending sequence of awfulness. Of course she’d end up with someone like Pennington; fucking wholesome, well bred, all-around nice guy Henry Pennington.

Fuck.

“Mate.” Freddie is frowning at me, looking so worried that I instantly want to tell him I’m OK. Unfortunately, the alcohol in my system has other plans.

“Fuck, James, why did you get this shitfaced?” Augustus says when the retching finally subsides and I can rest my cheek against the blissfully cool toilet seat for a minute. I’m fairly certain my exorcism isn’t quite finished yet.

“Fuck off… Like you’re never pissed…” I slur, barely able to keep my eyes open. It’s a dick move to insult my friends when they’re spending the wee hours of their Sunday morning on the cold bathroom floor with me, making sure that I don’t choke on my own vomit, but I’m still too out of it to be even vaguely coherent.

“You’re beyond pissed.”

“Here, drink this.”

I open my eyes to find Freddie holding a water bottle out to me, but my limbs feel more like decorative appendages at this point. Even reaching for it is an effort - one that is only successful because Freddie practically presses the bottle into my hand - but I’m unable to bring it to my mouth.

I close my eyes, trying to breathe through a fresh wave of nausea as I let my head drop back against the wall.

“James! Oi, Jamie!” Freddie’s voice is urgent as he grabs me by my shoulders, shaking me with all the ferocity of a really good friend trying to keep his unsavoury drunk mess of a cousin from slipping into unconsciousness.

“I’m here.” I force my eyes to open but my head is too heavy to lift. Gravity is pulling on me - smothering me - and all I want to do is to give in and pathetically curl up on the floor until the room stops spinning.

“Remind me again why you did that to yourself?”

I try to focus on Augustus, but he keeps swimming in and out of focus; much like my thoughts, which are scrappy and jumbled and all about Seth. “I should go talk to Woodley.” I peel my back off the wall, just to end up slamming my head against it instead.

“It’s three in the morning, mate.” Freddie has put a hand on my shoulder when I once again try and fail to get to my feet like a confused bird that has crashed into a window. “And you can barely stand. Drink your water, come on.”

“Fucking Merlin, he’s a mess.” I can hear Augustus say in a low voice as I struggle with the water bottle, tipping most of its contents down my chin instead of into my mouth. “Maybe we should get him to Hagrid.”

I shake my head, which is a very bad idea considering everything is already spinning violently around me. “No, I’ll be alright,” I slur, even though it doesn’t feel like I will be at this point, and close my eyes again against my swaying surroundings. “Fuck, why do I feel like shit?”

“Well, you drank half your weight in Fire Whiskey, so…” Someone - I don’t know who - says and I snort, because this is so dumb; all of it.

I can’t do this. I can’t feel like this every time she looks at me like she knows I’m full of shit. Like all she’s ever going to see in me is a mildly amusing diversion. I’m that guy she drunkenly snogs, not the guy she’d ever smile at like that; like she was smiling at Pennington tonight.

“I really like her.” I don’t think I meant to say the words out loud, but I can hear them tumble out of my mouth like they’ve been waiting at the tip of my tongue for forever. And though they are slurred and barely intelligible, they are terrifying.

“Yeah, we know.” Freddie sighs and I can feel his hand on my cheek, patting me softly. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #james pov #aesthetics #aesthetic

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audrey-emeralds · 3 years ago

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☾︎*·˚character list˚·*☽︎

tv shows

13 reasons why - clay jensen, hannah baker, justin foley, scott reed, jeff atkins, zach dempsey

american horror story - tate langdon, violet harmon, kit walker

criminal minds - spencer reid, aaron hutcher, jennifer jareu , penelope garcia, derek morgan

euphoria - rue bennett, jules vaughn, maddy perez, lexi howard, cassie howard, fezco, kat hernandez, nate jacobs

game of thrones - robb stark, jaime lannister, cersei lannister, sansa stark, theon greyjoy, arthur dayne, daenerys targaryen, oberyn martell

peaky blinders - thomas shelby, arthur shelby, john shelby, michael grey, finn shelby

the tudors - henry viii, charles brandon, anne boleyn

the vampire diaries - kai parker, klaus mikaelson, katherine pierce, stefan salvatore, damon salvatore

outer banks - jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron

you - joe goldberg

blood of zeus - heron, apollo, ares, hermes, hera, seraphim

movies

10 things i hate about you - patrick verova

american psycho - patrick bateman

fantastic beast series - newt scamander, theseus scamander

harry potter films - harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, charlie weasley, oliver wood, draco malfoy, theodore nott, fred weasley, george weasley, tom riddle, remus lupin, bill weasley, dean thomas, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, neville longbutton, narcissa malfoy, blaise zabini, sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew, regulus black, lily evans, pansy parkinson, seamus finnegan, percy weasley, cormic mclaggen, adrian pucey, cedric diggory

jennifer's body - jennifer check

king arthur: legend of the sword - king arthur

scream - bill loomis, sidney prescott

terror train - doc manley

the conjuring: the devil made me do it - arne johnson

the fault in our stars - hazel lancaster and augustus waters

the king - henry v, the dauphin

the maze runner - thomas, newt, gally

diary of a wiphy kid - rodrick heffley

jeepers creepers - darry jenner

celebrites

actors/actresses - andrew garfield, chris evans, tom hardy, tom hiddleston, tom holland, timothee chalamet, robert pattinson, ben barnes, christian bale, henry cavill, sebastian stan, heath ledger, dylan o'brien, charlie hunnam, barry keoghan, scarlett johansson, zendaya, cillian murphy, louis partridge, christian coulson, thomas doherty, austin butler, brad pitt, matt dillon, adrien brody, angelina jolie, megan fox

singers - harry styles, alex turner, zayn malik, ariana grande, lana del rey, taylor swift, the weekend

#character list #request #imagine #requests #headcanons #marvel #harry potter #american horror story #actors #actrees #you #audrey-emeralds

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aidansanomalies · 3 years ago

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The Californian Walker

Nestled in the small province of Denny California, The Californian Walker is known currently for its niche internet rise to fame. Over the years 1849-2004 sightings had been recorded for this entity. I will be laying out the original report as a small summary and giving small quotes for context.

Leslie Toole was a noblewoman in early settled America. Having married Henry Sherman Toole, a wealthy investor in technology, they moved to California in an attempt to participate in the gold rush. In August of 1849, the couple and their maidservant began a long night at what is now Denny.

Recorded in the woman’s diary, she details the small campsite they built in an attempt to sleep. In the logs of her diaries she says,

“As we settle here, thee and told to us (by Dr. Garner) I find myself a loss for words. The lodging built by Henry has allowed enough light to see this very page, but gave little else. The wind whistles and cracks with vigor but what it holds has me piqued. On this way, we came across a figure adorned in a dusted brown overcoat. It waxed and waned with the wind, but he says it is merely a trick of the light. Hunger must have gotten to me, I nearly swore it was looking at me.”

In the passage it is clear that Leslie Toole had encountered some sort of figure, or at least suffering from a bad case of dehydration. She goes on to explain her living conditions and the events in her social circle. It is two days later that the diary entries abruptly stop and give way to her most quoted line.

“The figure appeared again today, this time closer than the last, The horses even spook as it groans out into the empty prairie. Henry still refuses it here, though Florence (The maidservant) believes it a native. We pray to the god whom has ordained our trip that we make it alive and in good spirits. I believe that is the only thing we have left now.”

With her lack of prior context in the diary, the entry proposes a few options.

An entry is lost to time, presumed stolen or destroyed

There was never a note to begin with

The creature was later identified dozens of times through history with the same description. A few other accounts read as thus;

“It had an odd weird camel tone to it, the figure shifted and turned all inside itself, like something in the coat wouldn't rest. One might think it wasn't even a coat, almost like a sheet stuck tightly to someone's body.” (Mirrium Rynolds, 1956)

“It has no eyes. You know its watching you though, its that odd feeling on the back of your neck and when you turn it just stands there… and it keeps watching… keeps writhing in whatever skin its confined in.” ( Augustus Sharp 1978)

“My son saw it, he still sees it. He wont let us travel through (Denny) to visit my husbands parents because it cuts through there, an hour into the ride and he just… gets so quiet… Its so odd, he is the most lively of anyone in our family.” (Jessica Garett, 2003)

As for the nature of the creature, it doesn't seem hostile other than the original account. The main danger of this entity is the feeling that it watches you, or that you get the sense that its near. Attached above is the modern depiction of what the entity may be. As for theories, people often think of it as an entity. A cryptid devoted to an area and to ward anyone away from its land.

The land has no record of native involvement and no colonies during the 1840-50s. Denny is in the later outskirts of California and finds itself very barren and unremarkable from the surrounding wildlife and grounds. Most people who find this tale to be false rely on the narrative of hallucination given by lack of water, food, or a paranoia. While Leslie and any associated parties detailed have no history with mental health disorders, they had been traveling on the road for a few months until this point.

My Theory

Demons often have territorial bouts, infesting land, homes, and building on a whim. It isn't incredibly unlikely that a demon unable to take a fully human form is staying put in an area located near a highway, scaring people over time and feeding on that horror it builds. Demons aren't all powerful on land, taking the forms of children or infesting items to give them form. Being under prepared and not powerful enough to fully form would explain the weird skin like sheen.

In 1976 a priest named John Acres was recorded to have blessed the land in an attempt to cleanse it seemed unsuccessful. More reports later showed if anything, this stirred up activity even more as sightings became commonplace for the county police to file. Only 14 of these sightings have been confirmed and continue to stay a mystery. (Meaning the parties involved were proved to be in the places they claim when they claim them to happen)

Regardless, the Californian Walker continues to boggle the minds of locals, sleuths, and skeptics alike.

Please contact me if you find evidence of more reports or know someone close to the case, any extra information would be greatly appreciated!

#califronia #paranormal #cryptid #ghosts #fiction

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royalpain16 · 3 years ago

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Fort Belvedere

Windsor Great Park, Surry, England

Will the Cambridges move to Fort Belvedere to be closer to the Queen?

The fort was occupied by numerous members of the British royal family and associated personages from 1750 to 1976. From 1929 Fort Belvedere was the home of Edward, Prince of Wales, who greatly renovated the house and grounds, and it was the site of Edward's abdication as King in 1936. The property remains part of the Crown Estate, and is home to private tenants. It is not open to the public.

Fort Belvedere was built 1750–1755, by Henry Flitcroft, for Prince William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland (1721–1765), younger son of King George II and Queen Caroline, and was featured in an engravings in 1753 and 1754, where it was described as the "New building on Shrubb's Hill".

It was, at first, merely a folly. It was used as a summer-house, and seven counties could be seen, as now, from the top of the flagstaff tower. The triangular turreted structure was set amidst a dense plantation of trees and overlooked Virginia Water, a man-made body of water constructed by Thomas and Paul Sandby at the behest of the Duke.

Sir Jeffrey Wyatville, who was responsible, under King George IV, for the rebuilding of Windsor Castle, enlarged the house in 1828 at a proposed cost of £4000. Additions included an octagonal dining room in the north-east side, in which the King regularly had dinner. A three-storey annex was added for the accommodation of the Bombardier, with a new wall linking a heightened turret to which a large flagpole was added. The addition of further Gothic details enhanced the interior and exterior of the fort in 1829.The fort is built of brick with an applied wash that imitated the appearance of stone. Queen Victoria used Fort Belvedere as a tea house, and the fort was opened to the public in the 1860s

By 1910 the fort was occupied as a grace and favour residence by Sir Malcolm Murray, the Comptroller to the Duke of Connaught. The Duke was the owner of nearby Bagshot Park.[6] The fort was extended with a new service wing and entrance porch in 1911–12, which was subsequently demolished.[6] The dining and drawing rooms were also extended and new entrance lodges were built.[6] After the departure of Murray, the fort was described as suffering from "dust inches deep, splintered doors and sagging floors" in 1929.[6]

The ruins in the grounds can be seen from the shore of Virginia Water and are part of an ancient temple brought from Leptis Magna near Tripoli. The ruins are located between the south shore and Blacknest Road close to the junction with the A30 London Road and Wentworth Drive.

In 1929, the building became vacant, and was given to Prince Edward, Prince of Wales, by his father, King George V. The king had originally expressed surprise at Edward's request asking him "What could you possibly want that queer old place for? Those damn weekends I suppose", but then smiled and gave his permission. Edward's previous residence had been York House, part of St. James's Palace in London, which he had thought "more an office than a home."He would later write that he "created a home at the fort just as my father and grandfather had created one at Sandringham ... here I spent some of the happiest days of my life."

During Edward's occupancy, extensive renovation of the interior and grounds was carried out.

He built a swimming pool at the fort between 1931 and 1932, that replaced an old lily pond, and added a tennis court and developed stables in the grounds of the fort. Edward added modern conveniences at the fort, many of which were still rare in British homes, including bathrooms adjacent to nearly every room, a steam-room, showers, built-in cupboards and central heating. The prince initially renovated the house with the assistance of his then mistress Freda Dudley Ward. By 1959 only one room, the drawing room, had survived from Edward's renovations. The drawing room's painted walls were designed to resemble the pinewood panelling of a Scottish shooting lodge. The total cost of the redecoration including plumbing and repairs came to £21,000 (£1.49 million as of 2020).

The relationship between Edward and Wallis Simpson blossomed at Fort Belvedere; the couple spent their first weekend at the fort at the end of January 1932, and by early 1935 two rooms had been combined at the fort for her use. Notable interior decorators to work on the fort under Edward included Sybil Colefax, Lady Mendl, Maison Jansen, and Herman Schrijver. Edward and Wallis entertained most weekends at the house; guests present included 'courtiers and diplomats, American men of affairs and English Society, garnished with a sprinkling of statesmen, soldiers and sailors'. Giles Gilbert Scott added a guest wing to the fort after Edward's accession as king in 1936. In 1936 Wallis moved permanently to the fort after receiving threatening anonymous letters, and left Fort Belvedere for the final time on 3 December 1936, a week before Edward's abdication.

Cabinet Office files released in 2013 revealed that during December 1936, the Home Secretary, Sir John Simon, had ordered the General Post Office to intercept Edward's telephone communications between the fort and the European continent.[16] Government officials were caused further alarm by Edward's habit of leaving his official "red boxes" unguarded around the fort.

Following opposition to the potential of Edward's marriage to Wallis Simpson from the British government and autonomous Dominions of the British Commonwealth, the fort became the final setting of Edward's abdication as king. He held several meetings with Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin at Fort Belvedere during the crisis, and on 10 December 1936 signed his written abdication notices at the fort, witnessed by his three younger brothers: Prince Albert, Duke of York (who succeeded Edward as George VI); Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester; and Prince George, Duke of Kent. The following day, it was given legislative form by special Act of Parliament: His Majesty's Declaration of Abdication Act 1936.[18] Following his abdication at the fort, Edward described himself as feeling "like a swimmer surfacing from a great depth ... I left the room and stepped outside, inhaling the fresh morning air." He retained the visitor's book from the fort, and it would be used at all the subsequent homes he and Wallis Simpson would share.

Edward continued to pay for the gardeners, insurance and upkeep of the fort in the initial years following his abdication, because it was his wish that he would return there. His possessions from the fort were transferred to the Château de la Croë in the south of France (where he had named the sitting

room "The Belvedere") in the spring of 1938, but many were damaged in transit. Edward was informed in March 1940 that the fort was no longer in his possession as his warrant to occupy the grace and favour residence had expired on the termination of his reign and was not to be renewed by the present sovereign, his brother, now George VI. Edward was greatly upset by this, writing in 1940 that "It is crystal clear that this proposed reserving of the Fort by the use of Crown Lands is nothing more than a piece of bluff, and the first excuse that the king has been able to find to deprive me of my right to occupy the place should I ever desire to do so ..." Edward believed that the incident was an example of his 'brother's failure to keep his word to me' after the fort had apparently been reserved for him if he should reside once more in England.

In 1977 the fort was used extensively for the filming of Edward & Mrs. Simpson, an ITV serialisation of Edward and Wallis's relationship.

Edward VIII signed his abdication at Fort Belvedere, Windsor.

Fort Belvedere Grounds

The grounds of Fort Belvedere are about a hundred acres in size and include forests and a lake. The gardens of Fort Belvedere, Virginia Water and the nearby Clockcase are Grade I listed on the Register of Historic Parks and Gardens.

Edward said of the fort that "By the time I came upon it, it had become a pseudo-Gothic hodge-podge. A profusion of yew trees kept one side of the house in perpetual shadow, staining the wall with green acidulous mould. But the half-buried beauty of the place leaped to my eye."

Edward's subsequent passion for landscaping and horticulture briefly eclipsed golf and hunting in his affections, and he would often get his weekend guests, including his brother Bertie, the future George VI, to assist him in the landscaping of the fort. The garden designer Norah Lindsay also worked on the fort's garden at the behest of Edward, he would later describe how her "unusual use of roses in the herbaceous border" had justified her payment. Edward planted roses and irises along the walls of the battlement. Prime Minister Baldwin complimented Edward on the beauty of the garden; commenting on the "silvery radiance of the birch trees and the delicacy of the autumn tints" in late 1936. Edward also mowed hay on the fort's estate in the summer months and built a rock garden with cascading water pumped from Virginia Water.

The Westons have carried out substantial landscaping at the fort, and recruited Rosemary Verey to help with the design of the gardens at Fort Belvedere in the early 1980s. Verey's designs for the rose garden and the 120 ft long borders along the battlement remain, and have been reworked and maintained by garden designer Tom Stuart-Smith.

#prince william #catherine duchess of cambridge #the Cambridges #fort belvedere #royal residence #royal residences #surrey

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Café the Ray West aan de Spanjaardstraat / Hudsonplein, september 1966. Er zijn werkzaamheden om de waterkering te verhogen.

De Spanjaardstraat herinnert aan de bezetting door de Spanjaarden. Zij hielden van 10 april tot 21 juli 1572 verschrikkelijk huis in Delfshaven. Na hun vertrek werd de havenplaats rondom met wallen en schansen versterkt.

Henry Hudson (Londen, tussen 1560 en 1570 – Hudsonbaai, ca. 1611) was een Engels zeevaarder en poolonderzoeker.

Hudson maakte vier reizen op zoek naar de Noordoostelijke en Noordwestelijke Doorvaart, waarvan vooral de laatste twee bekend zijn geworden. Hudson trof bij zijn derde reis, in dienst van de VOC, een vruchtbaar land aan, rijk aan vis en bont.

In 1609 maakte Hudson een nieuwe reis, dit keer in dienst van de De Kamer van de VOC in Amsterdam. Op 8 januari tekende hij het contract samen met Jodocus Hondius, die als tolk fungeerde. Het is niet duidelijk of hij op eigen initiatief kwam of was uitgenodigd door kooplieden zoals Dirck van Os.

Met de Halve Maen, een schip van nog geen 70 ton en een gemengde Nederlandse en Engelse bemanning (20 koppen) ging hij opnieuw op zoek naar de Noordoostelijke doorvaart. De route was met dominee Petrus Plancius doorgesproken, die een theorie aanhing, dat het dichter bij het noorden warmer zou worden en dat daar ijsvrij water zou zijn. Vanwege mogelijke Franse concurrentie, georganiseerd door Isaac le Maire, was haast geboden.

Op 4 april 1609 verliet hij de haven van Amsterdam. Eenmaal om de Noordkaap bleek de ijsgang nog erger dan op zijn voorgaande reizen. Hij kreeg protesten van zijn bemanning in de buurt van Nova Zembla. In plaats van door te zetten of op te geven, besloot Hudson om de steven te wenden. Hij stak de Atlantische Oceaan over en ging op zoek naar een doorvaart door Noord-Amerika, zich daarbij baserend op informatie van een kolonist uit Virginia.

Hudson arriveerde half juli ten westen van Nova Scotia, kwam in een storm terecht en volgde de kust zuidwaarts met een nieuwe mast. Op 4 augustus voer het schip langs Cape Cod. Hudson verkende vluchtig Chesapeake Bay en Delaware Bay, en bereikte op 3 september de rivier die eerst Mauritius en later naar hem genoemd zou worden. Hij was overigens niet de ontdekker van de Hudson; de rivier was al bekend sinds de reis van Giovanni da Verrazzano in 1524.

De foto is gemaakt door de Fototechnische Dienst Rotterdam en komt uit het Stadsarchief Rotterdam. De informatie komt eveneens uit het Stadsarchief Rotterdam en van Wikipedia.

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ahsbitch · 4 years ago

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Something Strange In The Air-Hawthorne!Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 7162

Summary: Michael will be staying at Miss Robichaux’s for a few months leading up to competing against the Reader in the Seven Wonders Test.

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, reader blacks out, also there’s a snake, if you’re scared of snakes maybe skip down to the last section bc pretty much all the others involve a snake, and a snake bite, Hawthorne!Michael deserves his own warning, yeah, also this is very much not proofread so, be prepared for that

A/N: This is written in honor of @guiltyfiend bc, you right, I think everyone wants to dom Hawthorne!Michael a little bit. This took me forever to write and is stupidly long (we love waxing poetic for no reason) but I hope y’all like it!

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There was something strange in the air.

There was always something strange in the air, of course. Strange was probably too subjective, anyway. You’d never quite managed to find a place where the air was simply air, and in a city as electric as New Orleans, at a school as volatile as Miss Robichaux’s, there was always something prickling you, needling its way through your veins. It was why you took the time to meditate in the first place, to give you a chance to sort through it all, when you didn’t have to deal with physical world interrupting, when it was simply you and your mind and the universe playing a game of chicken, seeing which would bow to which, in the end.

But there was something that was a different kind of strange today, something that you hadn’t ever felt before.

No, you’d felt it before, you certainly had, but something you’d never felt quite so strongly, that was it.

It was a deep, poignant, throat catching sense of doom.

A hum rippled through the air, someone was taking a deep breath, and you knew in your mind that they were about to call out to you.

“Y/N,” It was Zoe, and there was a grit in her voice hidden so deep she probably wasn’t even aware that she was already annoyed, “The warlocks are here!”

Yes, that was it. That was the presence. The warlocks were here, and more importantly, Michael Langdon. The others had known the sense of doom too, the Supreme Cordelia had even had a vision about it. Cordelia was in fact probably the only person who felt the doom in a similar way to how you did, with her prophetic powers. The others felt it because it was so strong, but you were doubtful that it overwhelmed them like it did you, that they felt it so deeply they could practically taste it.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was that now, you needed to go meet this mysterious Boy Wonder that had made some of the women you respected most in the world, leaders in your coven, shake in their boots.

You opened your eyes, finally, your head tilted back to look at the sky. After a moment, you slid down the steepled roof of the school, leaping nimbly to the nearest tree, scampering to the ground as quickly as you could. You took a step, but something squishy was under your foot, and you jumped slightly as you heard a loud hiss.

“Fuck,” You muttered to yourself, kneeling down, coming face to face with a snake, coiled back in preparation to strike, white mouth opened wide. You waved your hand in front of it, once, and as you watched your magic flow a sense of calm through the snake, you reached out to let it sniff you, smiling at it gently, “Hello, little friend. What are you doing so far from the water?”

The animal flicked its tongue out twice, slowly bringing its head back down, touching its face to your hand gently.

“I like you,” Moving slowly, you picked the snake up, looking levelly into the slitted eyes, “You wanna stay with me for a bit?”

The cottonmouth raised and lowered its head, and you pulled your hood back to rest it gently inside, the snake nestling instantly into the fabric.

With that, you hurried to the front of the school, where you saw four men and five women waiting for you.

The women, you knew. Cordelia, the Supreme, stood at the head of the line, her shoulders rolled back. Next to her was Myrtle Snow, then Zoe, and next to her were Madison and Queenie, the witches that Michael had rescued.

The men, you didn’t know, but in an instant you recognized which one was Michael Langdon.

He was beautiful, with fluffed, golden curls, piercing blue eyes, a cherubic face that held a smile so lovely most people would probably miss the sneer holding it up. He wore the Hawthorne uniform, which you’d only seen in photos, a black bow tied at his throat, his jacket thrown over his shoulder.

They had already made introductions, it seemed, all turning to watch you approach.

“There you are,” Cordelia gave you a small, reassuring smile as you moved to stand beside her, “Gentlemen, this is Y/N Y/L/N, one of our brightest witches, who we believe may be the next Supreme. Y/N, this is John Henry Moore, Behold Chablis, Grand Chancellor Ariel Augustus, and Michael Langdon.”

You nodded confidently, smiling at John Henry Moore as you shook his hand, a slightly smaller smile at Behold Chablis, your face dropping all emotion as you shook hands with Ariel Augustus, almost coughing as you were hit with a rush of negative energy.

“Did you just fall from a tree?” Ariel questioned, gripping your hand tightly.

You concentrated on making yourself smile again, and once you had a grin securely in place you shrugged, “I jumped, actually. I was on the roof, but jumping straight off the roof seems like a good way to end up injured, and I don’t like to transmutate immediately before and after I meditate.”

“Why were you on the roof?” John Henry Moore asked, looking amused.

You almost responded, but Behold spoke before you could, “Didn’t she just say? She was meditating.”

Myrtle moved behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder, “Our dear Y/N is very sensitive to the vibrations of the universe. I believe it’s what makes her so good at playing my theremin. She meditates to sort the different callings that pull at her.”

Nodding, you turned to the mysterious Michael Langdon, watching him. He stared back, cocking his head to the side, and after a moment he extended his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N,” He said coolly, his voice strangely melodic.

You shook firmly, not releasing when the shake was done, not intending to fully end the shake until he moved to end it himself, “Hello, Boy Wonder. It’s nice to- no, actually it’s not particularly nice to meet you. But I’m happy to finally meet you. I’ve heard lots of stories, and I’m grateful for what you’ve done for our coven by returning Madison and Queenie to us.”

His brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth as if to object before suddenly jerking his hand back, frowning, “I’m sorry, but what is that?”

What was he talking about?

A slight hiss next to your ear explained it. The snake had crawled up to your shoulder, and you glanced to see that it was looking at the Grand Chancellor. It seemed that the snake didn’t trust Ariel Augustus either.

Ariel jumped, staring, his hand raising up and mouth opening, and you could tell that some type of spell was on the tip of his tongue.

“No,” You snapped, reaching a hand up to the snakes head, and Ariel stumbled backwards, pushed back by magic that you hadn’t even meant to send out, “Sorry. It’s a snake. A cottonmouth, although I’ve never seen one this far from water. I just found him. Stepped on him, actually, although he didn’t take it too personally. I mean, he almost bit me, but I wouldn’t have particularly blamed him if he did, and after I calmed him down with a little charm he seemed happy to come with me. I’d like to keep him,” You turned away from the warlocks, glancing at Cordelia, “May I? I’ve already thought of a name for him.”

Madison, Queenie, and Zoe had all stepped away from you, anxiety thrumming through the air from their direction, but Myrtle chuckled, and Cordelia nodded, something inquisitive just behind her eyes, “You may, so long as you take good care of him, and so long as your new roommate doesn’t mind.”

You whipped back around to Michael, beaming, “What do you think, Boy Wonder? Can Richard stay with us?”

A deep frown etched into his features, which he looked annoyingly pretty in spite of, and he turned to Cordelia and the warlocks, “What does she mean?”

“We’re happy to have you staying with us for the next few months leading up to the Seven Wonders test, but there is currently an overflow of witches. Every room is currently occupied, some by multiple girls,” Zoe stepped in to explain, “Y/N had space for a roommate. I’m surprised that the Grand Chancellor didn’t tell you.”

Ariel shrugged, mumbling something about it not seeming important, and Michael looked at you, horrified, as you slung an arm around his shoulder, “I probably could’ve swapped around with someone, but I thought it’d be fun if we bunked together. Give us a chance to get to know each other better, y’know? So c’mon, Mikey, can we keep the snake?”

“Do not call me that,” He snapped, shrugging you off of him and adjusting his collar, “I don’t care about the snake. I don’t like you.”

“The feeling is mutual, don’t worry,” Blowing a kiss in his direction, you whispered a celebration to the snake before turning back to your sister witches, “Let’s give them a tour!”

You were pleased with this interaction. He was taken aback by you, and you could tell just from a single glance that Michael was not one who was easily taken aback. His energy shifted, something hard to determine just under the surface. You were curious to see what you could learn about him, before the two of you competed against each other during the test of the Seven Wonders.

Alongside that was the strong feeling that at some point you would either fuck him or beat him up, and you found that you were also curious to see which it would be.

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Michael Langdon was an asshole.

You’d managed to catch him by surprise the day you’d first met him, to get him to stumble, but by the time you’d walked through the front door of the school he had found his composure, and you hadn’t managed to see him without it since then. He was always well put together.

Alongside being an asshole.

The other witches in your coven were finding themselves swayed by him, you could tell. They didn’t want a male Supreme, but they were fading into his easy charm and good looks. Most spent their time flirting with him, and he seemed incredibly smug at all the attention. They didn’t seem to mind how clearly indifferent he was to them, not particularly harsh, but also never making an effort to be nice, either.

The only person he actively disliked? You.

You couldn’t blame him, of course, but he was a huge pain in the ass.

For example, he was stealing your study room.

There were several areas in the school where students could study, of course. Most of the girls just did it in their rooms, and there was one room at the back of the house that was your favorite, holding a large table with bookshelves on either side and a large picture window opposite the door. You were the only one who used it, because there were nicer ones with tables that didn’t have splinters and light bulbs that weren’t constantly flickering no matter how often they were changed.

And then Michael Langdon showed up, and started hogging the room.

It wasn’t as though you really needed the full study room to yourself, of course. But he took up so much space.

He spread books along the entire table, and he always used his magic to adjust the lighting and change the temperature.

“Boy Wonder,” You sighed one day, about a week and a half after his arrival, “Can you please give me some space on the table?”

Michael glanced up at you, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips although he kept the rest of his face neutral, “What’s wrong, little witch? Are you mad that I beat you in here for once?”

“I’m mad that you take up all the room,” You snapped, “And that you’ve made it fucking freezing in here.”

“I can make it snow, too. Wanna see?”

You kinda did, actually, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“No, I want you to put the temperature back so it’s warm enough that I can’t see my own breath. I can literally see the heat waves rolling off of you, Boy Wonder,” And you could, and it was really fucking weird, in a very interesting sort of way.

Still not bothering to turn to you, Michael shuffled his books around until there was a new one in front of him, “Little witch, why do you think I’d give a fuck what temperature you want it to be?”

“Because, Boy Wonder, Richard can’t handle this cold,” You gestured to the snake who was wrapped around your shoulders, shivering along with you.

Shrugging, Michael stood up finally, walking over to you and reaching a hand out. You stared for a moment, slowly reaching your own out and pressing your palm to his, and the two of you stared at each other for a solid minute and a half, his hand searing hot against your own cold palm, and when he finally pulled away he raised a curious eyebrow at you, “I was reaching for the snake.”

He still wore that ridiculous fucking Hawthorne uniform, and looking at him in it made you wonder once again how well you would fare in beating him up.

“Oh. Shit, sorry,” You said hurriedly, pulling Richard off your shoulders and down around your arm, but then you paused and looked at Michael, your voice heavy with suspicion, “Why do you want him?”

“I’m warmer than you. He can hang out with me and you can go study in our room. Or you can take him back to the room and study with in there with him. Either way,” He said simply, as though you were a bit stupid for not knowing that already.

Glaring, you took a step closer to him, trying your best to be intimidating, “I can’t go study in our room, actually, because your shit is all over my desk, too. And I don’t want Richard to spend all day stuck in the room. He likes going other places. Just make some damn space.”

Michael took two steps forward and suddenly your back was against the wall. He looked closely at you for a minute, and then he reached his hand out again, drawing his thumb across your lower lip, “Why do you always wear lipstick?”

“What?” You stared up at him, dumbfounded.

“You wear lipstick a lot,” Michael pulled his hand away, glancing at the residue left behind on his thumb, and then turned it back to you, “I’m curious why. Can you get this for me?”

“What?”

Rolling his eyes, Michael gripped your chin, pushing his thumb against your lips until they parted. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and you closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to concentrate on what the actual hell was happening.

It wasn’t even lipstick, it was tinted lip balm.

His energy had reached a point that was especially strange, still dark and angry like always, but with a type of curiosity to it as well. He was wondering something, and that made you wonder what he was wondering, and there was such a loop of wondering going on that you didn’t even realize that your tongue was swirling around him, didn’t even notice the slight shift in his demeanor as he pushed the two more of his fingers into your mouth, shoving them down your throat.

What the fuck?

You shifted, trying to reach up and push him away, but his magic pinned your hands at your sides and all you could do was gag around him, frantically struggling. Magic, magic, do something with your magic to get him to stop, but you couldn’t get it to work, couldn’t get anything to happen. You bit down, desperate, and he hissed as he raised his other hand to your chin, holding it pulled down so you couldn’t bite anymore, scratching his nails gently across your jaw as he did so.

“You look good like this, do you know that? Gagging. I think you were made for it. It’s interesting, how aware you are of energies, of vibrations in the universe, and yet I don’t think you’re even conscious of the energy you send out. How desperate you are for me. You aren’t aware of it because you don’t want to be. I can read your mind, little witch. You may not like me, but you do want to fuck me. You wear revealing clothes and you act like you’re doing it for yourself, like you’re empowered, but you’re not. You act high and mighty, as though you’re wise and powerful, but really you’re just a dumb, depraved, desperate little whore who wants nothing more than to be dicked down by your rival.”

What the fuck was he talking about? That wasn’t true!

Was it?

He was pretty fucking hot, you had to admit, but you didn’t want to get dicked down by Michael Langdon.

You couldn’t want that.

Fuck.

Finally, finally, when you thought you were going to pass out or puke or maybe both, he pulled completely away from you, stepping back.

You doubled over, catching your breath, and when you straightened up your magic was finally working again, sending Michael flying across the room until he was pressed against the window, and you gasped, “What the fuck, Langdon? What the actual fucking fuck?”

Michael tried to shrug, but his shoulders wouldn’t move, and after a moment you released him, wishing that he would maybe fall over, but he just smoothly stepped forward, making his way back to you, “I’ll raise the temperature back to normal. And here,” He waved his hand in the air and the books in front of one of the seats at the table flew to other spots, clearing you an area, “I suppose there’s room for us to share the table. No promises on my kindness extending to tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll beat you here tomorrow,” You said, thinking through each of your words carefully as you spoke, “And you can suck my Dick, Langdon.”

Richard raised his head up and down as you set him on the table, slithering closer to Michael as if in emphasis to your point.

“Good one, little witch. That’s very clever, for you,” He chuckled, taking the seat next to the one he had cleared space for you at and sliding his fingers into his own mouth, tilting his head back as he cleaned them off and then pulling them back out with a flourish, shooting you a condescending look, “Are you going to sit? If you’re just here to stare, I’d prefer it if you’d leave. You can be very distracting sometimes.

Numbly, you took a seat next to him, trying hard to ignore his cocky grin, and pulled a book out of your bag.

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Sharing a bedroom with Michael Langdon presented its own challenges. He was an asshole in private just as much as he was in front of others, and it was pretty fucking annoying.

“Are you ever gonna go to fucking sleep?” Michael snapped at you, pulling his pillow over his eyes.

“There’s too much noise,” Sighing, you cracked your knuckles, letting Richard the snake trail across your legs, “And not enough noise, at the same time. Am I really bothering you that much? I turned the lights out and everything.”

He growled, removing the pillow from his head and squinting across the room at you through the darkness, “Doesn’t matter, does it, little witch bitch? You’re still a pain in the ass whether the light is on or off. Can’t you just ignore the noise?”

“Fuck you, Langdon, you don’t know shit. I can’t just-shit! Ow, motherfucker,” You hissed, jumping, as Richard bit your finger, “Why the fuck would you do that you dick?”

“What happened?” Michael straightened up, “Y/N?”

The snake was slithering away already, and as he did you were flooded with a strange feeling, the metallic taste of magic in the air. Richard hadn’t bitten you of his own accord, someone had made it happen, and that someone was probably Michael.

“Y/N,” He repeated, “Come over here.”

Your feet carried you to his bed without your brain guiding them, and you dropped to the mattress next to him, holding out a shaky hand, “Richard bit me.”

Michael wrapped his fingers around your wrist, his large hand engulfing yours as he brought it closer to his face, examining carefully, “Yeah, you did. Weird. You feeling okay?”

You weren’t. Your mind was hazy, and you didn’t know why. It wasn’t the snakebite that did it, you could just tell, it was something deep in your chest and spreading through your body, making you feel like you were in a great fog, and you stared at him, “I don’t feel great, actually.”

“Would you like me to fix it?” Pressing a kiss to your palm, Michael raised an eyebrow at you.

“I, uh, I don’t know what you, what you mean by-” You cut off, closing your eyes to concentrate, rather than letting yourself get lost looking at Michael.

Dammit, why did he have to be so fucking pretty? It was such a pain.

Night was the only time you saw him looking casual, too. Night and early morning, when he was in bed.

Seeing him unbuttoned like this made a strange flip turn in the pit of your stomach.

“I can make the pain go away, little witch,” His voice was hoarse and whispery, “Just say the word.”

“Okay,” You breathed, even though you probably shouldn’t, you should say no, should pull away, should find a way to fix it yourself or maybe go to Cordelia or one of the other witches for help, you didn’t trust Michael, you shouldn’t trust Michael, but the word came out and you were making eye contact with him and fuck, fuck, fuck what were you doing with your life?

Michael pulled your finger into his mouth, wrapping his lips just below the bite wound, and began sucking gently.

“What... what are you doing?” You asked blearily, unable to break your eyes away from his, “I don’t... I don’t think you can really suck out the venom. I don’t even know if there is venom? He bit so quick, it was more of a nip than anything, I don’t-”

Pulling his head away for a moment, Michael frowned, “Are you ever quiet, little witch? Just hush, for once, and let me make you feel better.”

Why was he being so nice? It wasn’t nice, you knew it wasn’t really, there was some type of trick to this, some type of trick to everything he did, and yet you felt swept away, some how. Overwhelmed, intoxicated, by Michael Langdon.

You nodded, and his lips were around you again, and it was working, you could feel it. The strange pain in your body, that had started to cloud your chest, your throat, stomach, everything, it was fading away.

You weren’t quite sure what was replacing it, as it certainly wasn’t anything you were used to, but it was mostly calming. There was a thrill of adrenaline spiking through you, but something else. Something deeper. There were few emotions that you couldn’t identify, but this was perhaps one of them. Whatever you were feeling, it was not something that you were used to.

When the pain was gone and your head was a bit clearer, you tried to pull your hand away. Michael held firm to your wrist, although he let you ball your fingers into a fist, releasing you from his mouth. “How does that feel?” He cooed, tapping his fingers along your veins.

“Better,” You said slowly, and then, “Weird, though. I feel weird. I want... I’m tired, I think.”

“What do you want?” Michael asked, and there was a smirk on his face that made you want to slap him, and then because your head was still not altogether there, you did slap him.

Your hand, the one he wasn’t holding in place, hit his cheek at an astounding speed, leaving an angry red mark, and before you could even process that you had done so, you threw your leg across his lap, straddling him, and pressed your lips to his.

Releasing your wrist finally, Michael pressed his hands into the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, and you stroked your thumb over the mark on his face, listening to Michael’s growl as you pressed down.

You pulled away after a moment, cupping his face in your hands, panting, “I don’t know why I did that.”

“Which part?” Michael nipped at your bottom lip, smiling a smile that did not soften his eyes at all, “Slapping me? Or kissing me? Because I’ll be honest, I wasn’t fully expecting either of them, little witch bitch.”

“You’ve done something to me,” You mused, beginning to kiss along his throat, “I don’t know what, or how, or why, but there’s something you’ve done. There are a lot of things I want right now.”

“Tell me,” Michael commanded, but then he let out a groan as you brushed your lips over the spot where his jaw met his neck, and his usual suave, intimidating demeanor dropped as you began sucking furiously at the spot. He spoke again, more softly this time, “Stop, tell me.”

Leaning back to glance at him, you smiled sweetly, “Make me, Boy Wonder,” and then you were at it again, leaving a large clump of bruises near his ear.

“Seems like you have feelings for me, little bitch,” With mocking laughter, Michael trailed his hands to your hips, giving a harsh squeeze, “What would your sister witches think?”

“The only feeling I have for you is loathing, Langdon,” You snarled, and in a moment your lips were connected once again, teeth clacking against each other, and when you both paused to catch your breath, you pressed your forehead to his, “Fuck, I really want to suck your cock.”

Michael snorted, “Everyone thinks you’re the future Supreme? You’re just a pathetic little cockslut.”

You ground your hips down against him and reared your hand back, but this time he caught your wrist, glaring, although he bucked slightly against you. “Fuck you, you’re the one who’s all marked up. You’re the one who’s fucking dry humping me. Look at you. You’re the pathetic one.”

“Sure I am,” Michael had a low, snarly chuckle that made a bolt of need shoot through you, and also made you very desperately want to hit him again, but seeming to know what you were thinking, he captured your other hand as well, “Such a fiery thing you are, little witch.”

Scowling, you bit his bottom lip and tugged, licking up the blood that beaded up and began to trickle down his chin. Smiling at the bitter taste, a yawn made its way through you before you could stop it. You felt yourself blushing a little at that, muttering quickly, “Sorry about that. I’m more tired than I thought, I guess. Being this close to you kinda blocks out a lot of the other energy, makes it all a lot quieter.”

“Then let’s sleep.”

You had started to kiss along his collarbones, but you paused at that, murmuring against his skin, “What?”

Michael wrapped his hand around your jaw, pulling you back so that he could look you in the eye, “You heard me, little witch. You’re tired. I am too. As much as I would love to see you gagging on my cock right now, I’d also enjoy getting some sleep. I’m planning to get up relatively early tomorrow to study.”

“I call the study room,” You said quickly, and you hadn’t even realized that Michael had shifted the two of you so that you were laying down, one hand still cupping your jaw, making it a bit difficult to speak, “What are you doing?”

“You really are quite dim, little witch. I’m going to sleep. You should do the same,” His voice was softening, although not in a kind way. It was soft, yes, but commanding, dangerous,and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Straining against his arms, you tried to stand, “I’ll go back to my bed.”

“You can’t sleep in your bed,” Michael said simply, rolling onto his back, one arm still flung across your waist, holding you in place.

Frowning, you turned your body towards him, curling into his side. He was warm. You didn’t even have a blanket covering you, and already you could feel yourself starting to overheat. You didn’t voice this though, not yet, too confused by the entire interaction to focus on that, “Why do you care so much how I sleep?”

“I don’t,” He said simply, “I care about my sleep. And I’m not going to lose my sleep just because you can’t grasp your own. Now, stop squirming around so much. Are you that worked up?”

“I’m hot,” You snapped.

“And bothered, apparently.”

“Langdon, do you ever shut the fuck up?” You jabbed your elbow into his side, “That’s not the hot I meant and you know it. I’m warm. You’re like a fucking furnace.”

Sighing, getting grumpier by the second, Michael hooked his arm around you and pulled you onto his chest so that you were straddling him once again, arms on either side of his body, head hovering over his chest.

He laughed at the way you yelped, being pulled so suddenly, and his hands rested on your back, bringing one up to guide your head down to rest against his chest, “Did I scare you, little witch?”

“No,” You answered quickly, and then, “Just, this is a weird position.”

“It should be a little cooler for you this way. Just sleep, yeah? Get comfortable, and let’s go to sleep,” Michael’s hand stroked up and down your back, probably unconsciously, and you nodded sleepily.

“Goodnight, Mikey,” You murmured, still largely unable to control your impulses.

“Don’t call me that,” He replied, and then, after a moment, he added gently, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

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“Why are you always here?” Michael sighed the next morning, setting his books down on your table.

“Why are you always such a dick?” You retorted, shuffling your own books to the side.

He shrugged, stiffening a little as you rested your hand on his thigh, “Because it’s fun. Listen, about last night, I don’t want you to think-”

“I don’t think anything,” You reassured him quickly.

“Well that’s obvious,” Michael snorted, “You’re far prettier than you are smart, and far more annoying than you are pretty. I’d be surprised if you used that little head of yours for much more than deciding what color lipstick you should wear and fantasizing about getting fucked.”

Pulling your hand away, you scowled at him, “That’s not what I meant, asshole. I was going to thank you for helping me fall asleep, but now I’d rather just give you another hickey or something, so everyone who looks at you like you’re a god will see what a little bitch their Boy Wonder actually is.”

“I would take that back, if I were you,” He said coolly, his voice deadly calm.

You stood, though only for a moment, and pushed his chair back enough for you to be able to sit, straddling his lap much like you had the night before. Hooking your arms around his neck, you looked at him with a smile, “I have no intention of taking anything back. I said what I said, and I fucking meant it.”

Faster than you knew he could move, Michael stood and slammed your back against the table, knocking the wind out of you. His hands reached under the fabric of your dress and he ripped your underwear off quickly, stuffing them into the pocket of his dress pants as he looked at you, “You have no power here, do you understand that? You may have felt like you were in charge last night, but that’s only because I fucking let you. You’re feisty, and I like that, but you need to learn your fucking place, little witch bitch. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me to teach you your place, and I will. If you don’t, I’ll leave. But I think we both know which option you prefer.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly, and at his raised eyebrow you spoke, “I do. I mean, I, uh, I want you to show me my place. Whatever. Just fucking do something, Michael.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He growled, sitting back down in his chair, and he tugged at you, pulling both your legs over his shoulders, your hips lifting off the table, so that his face was level with your pussy, “I’m the one in charge. Get it? I want you to sit there and-fuck, you’re already so fucking wet. You think you want to be in charge, but clearly you know that you’re meant to be at my mercy. I want you to sit there and melt underneath me, and you’re gonna keep melting until there’s nothing left of you. Get it?”

“I get it,” You agreed quickly, although you really weren’t quite sure what he meant by that, and your hips bucked weakly forward at the feeling of his hot breath against you, “Please, Michael.”

“So fucking desperate. You’re fucking dripping for me, and I’ve barely even touched you,” Chuckling, Michael placed a tiny, barely there, ghost of a kiss against your clit, and even though he wasn’t touching you anymore you could feel his wolfish grin at the way you whined when he pulled away.

Michael dragged his teeth against the soft skin of your thighs, nipping at the junction of your pelvis, and you knew as he continued that there were dark flowers blossoming along after his teeth. You squirmed underneath him, and when he finally finished with your thighs he placed his palms against them, holding them open, his long fingers pressed against your hips so they stayed down.

You sat up as well as you could to look at him, and you watched as he stared intently at your pussy, leaning forward after far, far too long to lick a slow, languid stripe up your clit. You moaned weakly, giving a flick of your hand to slam the study room door shut and lock it, and after a moment you dug your hands into his hair, “Michael, wait, the window.”

He leaned back for a moment to glance at the large picture window that took over the wall to your left, and then he beamed up at you, “It’s fine, little witch. No one will walk by, and if they do, it won’t embarrass me, so it doesn’t matter much. That reminds me, if being noisy is gonna make you embarrassed, you might wanna find some way to be fucking quiet for once. I know that’s not your strong suit, but it’s the best you’re gonna get.”

What a dick.

You were about to voice this thought, tell him what a dick he was, but then Michael clamped his teeth down gently on your clit, giving a playful tug, and you let out a shriek at that, bringing one hand up to stop yourself from making too much noise.

Suddenly his tongue was inside you, tracing along the walls of your cunt, exploring, searching for something, and when he found the spot he was looking for you bit sharply into the palm of your hand.

He was masterful in the way he ate you out, his nose still brushing your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.

It didn’t take long until you felt your stomach tightening, ready to burst, and you tugged at Michael’s thick golden curls, whimpering, “Fuck, Michael, I’m gonna-”

“Do it, little witch,” He spoke against your skin, and you shuddered at the vibrations it sent through you, “Melt for me. Let yourself dissolve for me.”

Your orgasm washed over you, Michael attacking your g-spot with a ferocity that you probably should’ve expect but didn’t. He kept going, and you gasped, pulling harder at his hair, “Michael! Stop, you gotta stop, give me a minute.”

He pulled away for just a moment and you gasped, but then his lips were around your clit and sucking furiously. You cursed loudly, another orgasm already approaching, or maybe the first one extending, you couldn’t tell, couldn’t think about it, you were overwhelmed.

For the first time in your life, you could only feel one sense of energy coming at you. Everything else was blocked out, hidden away behind the deep, angry lust that rolled through the air between you and Michael.

He moved back down and began lapping furiously at your folds. Pulling back for a moment, Michael spat on your pussy and then buried his face against you once more, shaking his head furiously, and you struggled to hold back your moans.

You weren’t intending to give him the damn satisfaction.

Michael seemed to realize you were holding back as he started speaking again, his voice muffled against you but bringing another orgasm bubbling to the surface of your skin, electrifying you, “You taste delicious, do you know that, little witch? So sweet. Maybe a little bitter, but so sugary. I could eat you for hours. You know what? I think I will.”

“Fuck,” You let out a hiss as he dove back in, tongue delving into you once more, and you did your best to act smug, like he wasn’t sending shockwaves through your very being, “Is this the best you’ve got, Boy Wonder? You’re supposed to be teaching me my place, right? But I’m kind of-dammit to fuck, holy hell-kind of the one in charge here, huh? I’m the one above you right now.”

You couldn’t even be sure why exactly you were saying this, why you were egging him on when it was becoming painful how much pleasure was running through you, but he didn’t respond. At least, not out loud.

Leaping to his feet, Michael pulled you up closer to him, so that only your shoulders were still laying down. You adjusted your position frantically, scrabbling to grip onto the edge of the table. You were upside down and practically vertical, and he dug into you as though he were indeed starving for you, snarling and slobbering, glaring down the length of your body at you. Your body had started to spasm, and you bit your hand until you tasted blood.

There were explosions going off in your mind, and not just metaphorical orgasmic explosions, but actual ones too, nuclear blasts dancing across your hazy thoughts.

You couldn’t be sure how long this went on, how many times you came, it was all a blur. You’d given up on keeping your sounds under control and were now openly sobbing, shuddering as he continued to devour you.

“Stop, Michael, please, I can’t take it,” You were blubbering, straining hard against him and desperately trying to pull away, but Michael held you firmly in place, chuckling at your desperation.

He pulled your clit into his mouth once more, the suction almost unbearable, and you were smashed with your final orgasm, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he moved to lick at your folds again, a dark glint in his eyes as he watched you pant, watched your own eyes rolling back in your head, and the sight of him smiling against you was the last thing you see before a dark haze overtook you.

You were surrounded by darkness, everything you saw misted in a painful, prickling fog. The air smelled like sulfur, and you looked down to see that you were covered in blood.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A familiar voice rang in your ear, and you swiveled slowly, sluggishly, to see Michael standing just to your right, an admiring grin on his face, “We did very well, my little witch.”

You tried to respond, but your words stuck in your throat, and you simply stared at Michael. He was wearing something other than pajamas or the Hawthorne uniform for the first time you had ever seen. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, but as you stared at him he reached one arm out and entangled your fingers in his.

The sky was thick with grey and black clouds, and Michael’s hand was searing hot against your own. When he pulled away, moving to examine a piece of rubble not far from you, you looked at your palm to see that it was bright shade of pinkish red, as though it had been sunburned.

Michael turned back around to look at you expectantly, and you saw that the piece of rubble he was leaning against had a large sign on it, with a large chunk missing from one of the top corners.

--Miss Robichaux’s Academy For Exceptional Young Ladies--

Holy shit.

When your eyes fluttered back open, Michael was sitting in his chair once more and had adjusted you so that your back was resting on the table again, although your legs were still splayed over his shoulders.

You gasped when you caught sight of his face, your mind still tumbling at the...dream? vision? mirage? You weren’t sure what it was, but you were scrambling to reconcile what you had seen with what was happening now.

Michael merely raised an eyebrow at you, pulling your legs off of his shoulders, “Are you back with me now, little witch?”

“Fucking hell,” You breathed, trying to sit up.

Placing a hand on your stomach, Michael tutted, “Stay down. At least for a few moments. You blacked out and you’re gonna do it again if you’re not careful.”

“I’m okay,” You reassured him, sitting up again after a few moments, swinging your legs down and frowning, “Fuck, I can’t feel my legs.”

“That makes sense,” Michael stood, looking down at you coolly, “I think I’ll go study elsewhere. See you around, little witch.”

“What? You can’t just leave,” You couldn’t believe it, and you tried to stand but fell back immediately, your entire lower body trembling.

Michael didn’t bother to respond, just turned away from you with that ridiculous smirk on his face, and walked out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There was something strange in the air, but this time you knew what it was.

Desire.

Michael Langdon was an asshole, but you knew from everything that had happened that you two were destined to meet, although you weren’t sure why.

It seemed that you were going to have to figure it out.

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10 Lighthearted Books for the Holidays

Easy books to curl up with some cocoa on a cold winter’s night

A Wizard’ Guide to Defensive Baking - T. Kingfisher

Fourteen-year-old Mona isn’t like the wizards charged with defending the city. She can’t control lightning or speak to water. Her familiar is a sourdough starter and her magic only works on bread. She has a comfortable life in her aunt’s bakery making gingerbread men dance. But Mona’s life is turned upside down when she finds a dead body on the bakery floor. An assassin is stalking the streets of Mona’s city, preying on magic folk, and it appears that Mona is his next target. And in an embattled city suddenly bereft of wizards, the assassin may be the least of Mona’s worries.

Page Count: 308

Genre(s): Fantasy, Humor, Adventure, Mystery

Anxious People - Frederick Backman

Viewing an apartment normally doesn’t turn into a life-or-death situation, but this particular open house becomes just that when a failed bank robber bursts in and takes everyone in the apartment hostage. As the pressure mounts, the eight strangers begin slowly opening up to one another and reveal long-hidden truths.

Page Count: 341

Genre(s): Mystery, Contemporary, Humor

Attachments - Rainbow Rowell

"Hi, I'm the guy who reads your e-mail, and also, I love you..." Beth Fremont and Jennifer Scribner-Snyder know that somebody is monitoring their work e-mail. (Everybody in the newsroom knows. It's company policy.) But they can't quite bring themselves to take it seriously. They go on sending each other endless and endlessly hilarious e-mails, discussing every aspect of their personal lives. Meanwhile, Lincoln O'Neill can't believe this is his job now—reading other people's e-mail. When he applied to be "internet security officer," he pictured himself building firewalls and crushing hackers—not writing up a report every time a sports reporter forwards a dirty joke. When Lincoln comes across Beth's and Jennifer's messages, he knows he should turn them in. But he can't help being entertained—and captivated—by their stories.

Page Count: 323

Genre(s): Contemporary Romance

Beach Read - Emily Henry

Augustus Everett is an acclaimed author of literary fiction. January Andrews writes bestselling romance. When she pens a happily ever after, he kills off his entire cast. They’re polar opposites. In fact, the only thing they have in common is that for the next three months, they're living in neighboring beach houses, broke, and bogged down with writer's block. Until, one hazy evening, one thing leads to another and they strike a deal designed to force them out of their creative ruts: Augustus will spend the summer writing something happy, and January will pen the next Great American Novel. She’ll take him on field trips worthy of any rom-com montage, and he’ll take her to interview surviving members of a backwoods death cult (obviously). Everyone will finish a book and no one will fall in love. Really.

Page Count: 361

Genre(s): Contemporary Romance

Dial A For Aunties - Jesse Q. Sutanto

When Meddelin Chan ends up accidentally killing her blind date, her meddlesome mother calls for her even more meddlesome aunties to help get rid of the body. Unfortunately, a dead body proves to be a lot more challenging to dispose of than one might anticipate, especially when it is inadvertently shipped in a cake cooler to the over-the-top billionaire wedding Meddy, her Ma, and aunties are working at an island resort on the California coastline. It's the biggest job yet for the family wedding business—"Don't leave your big day to chance, leave it to the Chans!"—and nothing, not even an unsavory corpse, will get in the way of her auntie's perfect buttercream flowers. But things go from inconvenient to downright torturous when Meddy's great college love—and biggest heartbreak—makes a surprise appearance amid the wedding chaos. Is it possible to escape murder charges, charm her ex back into her life, and pull off a stunning wedding all in one weekend?

Page Count: 299

Genre(s): Humor, Contemporary, Mystery, Romance

Elevation - Stephen King

Although Scott Carey doesn’t look any different, he’s been steadily losing weight. There are a couple of other odd things, too. He weighs the same in his clothes and out of them, no matter how heavy they are. Scott doesn’t want to be poked and prodded. He mostly just wants someone else to know, and he trusts Doctor Bob Ellis. In the small town of Castle Rock, the setting of many of King’s most iconic stories, Scott is engaged in a low grade—but escalating—battle with the lesbians next door whose dog regularly drops his business on Scott’s lawn. One of the women is friendly; the other, cold as ice. Both are trying to launch a new restaurant, but the people of Castle Rock want no part of a gay married couple, and the place is in trouble. When Scott finally understands the prejudices they face–including his own—he tries to help. Unlikely alliances, the annual foot race, and the mystery of Scott’s affliction bring out the best in people who have indulged the worst in themselves and others.

Page Count: 146

Genre(s): Fantasy, Science Fiction, Mystery

The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared - Jonas Jonasson

After a long and eventful life, Allan Karlsson ends up in a nursing home, believing it to be his last stop. The only problem is that he’s still in good health. A big celebration is in the works for his 100th birthday, but Allan really isn’t interested (and he’d like a bit more control over his alcohol consumption), so he decides to escape. He climbs out the window in his slippers and embarks on a hilarious and entirely unexpected journey. It would be the adventure of a lifetime for anyone else, but Allan has a larger-than-life backstory: he has not only witnessed some of the most important events of the 20th century, but actually played a key role in them.

Page Count: 396

Genre(s): Humor, Contemporary, Adventure

The Midnight Library - Matt Haig

Somewhere out beyond the edge of the universe there is a library that contains an infinite number of books, each one the story of another reality. One tells the story of your life as it is, along with another book for the other life you could have lived if you had made a different choice at any point in your life. While we all wonder how our lives might have been, what if you had the chance to go to the library and see for yourself? Would any of these other lives truly be better?

Page Count: 304

Genre(s): Fantasy, Contemporary, Science Fiction, Magical Realism

The Princess Bride - William Goldman

What happens when the most beautiful girl in the world marries the handsomest prince of all time and he turns out to be...well...a lot less than the man of her dreams? As a boy, William Goldman claims, he loved to hear his father read the S. Morgenstern classic, The Princess Bride. But as a grown-up he discovered that the boring parts were left out of good old Dad's recitation, and only the "good parts" reached his ears. Now Goldman does Dad one better. He's reconstructed the "Good Parts Version" to delight wise kids and wide-eyed grownups everywhere. What's it about? Fencing. Fighting. True Love. Strong Hate. Harsh Revenge. A Few Giants. Lots of Bad Men. Lots of Good Men. Five or Six Beautiful Women. Beasties Monstrous and Gentle. Some Swell Escapes and Captures. Death, Lies, Truth, Miracles, and a Little Sex. In short, it's about everything.

Page Count: 456

Genre(s): Fantasy, Romance, Humor, Adventure

Where’d You Go, Bernadette - Maria Semple

When her daughter Bee claims a family trip to Antarctica as a reward for perfect grades, Bernadette, a fiercely intelligent shut-in, throws herself into preparations for the trip. But worn down by years of trying to live the Seattle life she never wanted, Ms. Fox is on the brink of a meltdown. And after a school fundraiser goes disastrously awry at her hands, she disappears, leaving her family to pick up the pieces--which is exactly what Bee does, weaving together an elaborate web of emails, invoices, and school memos that reveals a secret past Bernadette has been hiding for decades. Where'd You Go Bernadette is an ingenious and unabashedly entertaining novel about a family coming to terms with who they are and the power of a daughter's love for her mother.

Page Count: 330

Genre(s): Humor, Contemporary, Mystery

Happy Holidays!

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