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archoniluthradanar · 1 year ago

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A Halloween Terror Fest with the Volturi masters : a Volturi one-shot

A Halloween Terror Fest with the Volturi masters : a Volturi one-shot

Holidays with the Volturi masters series

Volturi masters x Reader

(remember that in the Summer fun with the Volturi masters series of one-shots, the reader is now mated to Marcus. Also, not all trips with the masters are trouble free)

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Aro has called for you to come to the throne room because you're told he has something to ask you. When you get there, you see the three masters, including your mate Marcus, sitting on their thrones. You run up the steps to his side and kiss him, making a facial expression that silently asks him 'What's going on?'. You see him shrug in reply.

"My dear, will you come over here please?" Aro asks of you.

"Yes, Aro. Of course." You walk over to his chair and see he is reading a white card.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asks, holding the card out to you.

You reach out to take the card from Aro. Seeing it is an invitation, you can't help but smile. "This should have come to me, Aro. It's from friends in America. I couldn't very well give them my exact address, so used general delivery. Just call me 'resident'."

"It appears to be an invitation, but to what, my dear?" he asks.

You look down for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe the reason for the invitation. "Aro, there is a holiday in America called Halloween."

Not surprised, the Volturi master explains, "It is celebrated here as well, more in recent decades."

You look askance at Aro. "Do you celebrate Halloween?" you ask, thinking it would be interesting if vampires celebrated the holiday, the day when the lines between the living and the dead blurred. But you believe Aro and the others are not dead.

"Of course not, but it has caught on among humans who look for any excuse for a party. There is generally a festival in the piazza for the children and their families, but why would we attend?"

"Why, indeed." You look down at the Volturi, clarifying. "Aro, this is an adult party with costumes and dancing and food. And a few tricks, I imagine. A friend of mine who has a little money is putting on the party at her modest mansion in California."

"And you would like to go." Aro stares at you, knowing the answer before you can respond.

"Well, yes, since Marcus will soon be changing me, and I'll no longer be able to share my world with you nor will I be able to see my friends."

"Not meant as an insult, I do understand your love for childish doings, dear one."

"Oh, but adults have taken over, and they enjoy their own form of festivities." You give him your version of puppy eyes, and you smile when you see him relent with his typical overdramatic sigh.

"Very well, send a reply to your friends. Tell them we will all be there, along with our mates. Just give the secretary the details and I will see to the jet to get us to America, and a limousine that will await us at the nearest airport..."

"LAX," you pop up. "That's the Los Angeles airport."

"Very well," Aro says.

"And um...you and the wives will need costumes. Couples...costumes."

Aro laughs. "Costumes. It might be fun after all."

"I can show you an online catalogue so you and Caius may choose, with Sulpicia's and Dora's input as well."

The master who sees himself to be in charge waves his hand. "Yes, yes, of course. Now you go with Marcus and make your own choices. Thank you, my dear, for sharing your very human experiences with us." He kisses you on your cheek and sends you off to the secretary in the reception area.

As you leave the room with Marcus at your side, you hear Aro muse aloud to Caius, "What costumes shall we wear?"

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In the early morning on the day of the party, you and Marcus meet Aro at the foot of the staircase leading from the tower rooms, and wait for the others to join you.

"Aro, you look fabulous as the Mad Hatter," you tell him while you walk around the vampire leader. "Your face is already suitably pale, and the colour around your eyes is to perfection. The wig is just right, and the costume..."

"Yes, yes, my dear, I look wonderful." He gives you a grin, satisfied, if you are.

"You did watch the videos I saved for you?"

"Of course. I know how to act the part. I will be splendid, you'll see."

Marcus stands behind you, his hands on your waist. You can hear him inhaling your scent, so you lean back against him.

"You look so handsome, my love," you tell him, looking up at him over your shoulder. "We make quite the Roaring Twenties Italian mobster and his moll, don't we."

Unable to help himself, Marcus leans in to kiss your neck, sending goosebumps down your arms. "You are a delightful vision yourself, my heart." After Marcus kisses you, you turn within his embrace and throw your feather boa around him, drawing him even closer.

Just then, Caius comes downstairs with his mate, Athenodora, on his arm.

"Caius, you're going as...vampires? Gothic vampires? Seriously?" you exclaim. You have to admit, the Goth look plays up their natural beauty. Dora looks so different from the woman you know her to be.

"Yes, how do you like it? I thought it would be easier to pretend to be what we are, vampires. We won't have to wear contacts for one thing."

"Well, actually you do look quite attractive." You sigh at the tempting picture Caius makes, but go to his mate, giving her a sisterly hug. "Dora, you look absolutely beautiful, a perfect match for Caius. I see you both found suitable wigs, and the black costumes suit you." Dora is attired in a long black dress, her hair now a burgundy colour. Caius wears a black suit, the jacket long but not quite to his knees. He has donned a black wig as well which you think is perfect.

You peer closer as you admire them, now noticing a strange affectation. "Caius...fangs?"

Pulling them off, he replies, "And here I thought you'd like them. It would have been easier if we had fangs, so we would not have had to glue these on," he groused. "They may last a while since they're made of porcelain, but eventually the venom will make them unwearable." He tucks them into a small box where another pair sits, with a small bottle of dental glue. He then gives Dora a kiss. "Sei una vera bellezza, amore mio."

"Well, you both look perfectly dark and menacing," you say, seeing a cold smile form on Caius' face. At least he's happy with his choice in costume, you think. Has the usually blonde vampire ever been so hot?

You are luckily distracted by Sulpicia descending the stairs. Aro goes to wait at the base of the staircase, holding out his hand for his mate. "You look delightful, my sweet," he says, bending over her extended hand, kissing the top. Then he pulls her close and kisses her naturally red lips.

Sulpicia cups Aro's face with one flawless hand, whispering, "Il mio compagno perfetto."

You wait for the couple to finish greeting each other, then go to her. "Your costume is perfect, Sulpicia. You really look like the Alice of Wonderland of the film, and I adore the stuffed bunny." You smile, rubbing the soft stuffed animal she carries. You give the vampire queen a kiss on each cheek. "Your wig looks marvelous as well, but I love your beautiful brunette hair."

"As do I, dear, but this is just a costume. Doesn't Aro look splendid though." She openly admires her mate, who smiles back at her.

You rarely see Aro and Caius with their mates. It pleases you they actually seem to care about each other. Having no desire to upset either wife over the familiarity their husbands have taken with you, their displays of affection make you feel better.

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The flight to Los Angeles is a bit long, but you visit with the wives, play chess with Marcus, and also eat and nap, something the vampires do`n't need to do. On touchdown, a limousine is waiting for you. You look out the window at the passing scenery, missing America. The car reaches the Bel Air area, spotted with mansions that rival the palazzo you now call home.

When you arrive at your friend's house, everyone gets out to be greeted at the double front doors by their hosts.

"Tracy, it's so good to see you," you say with excitement as you hug your friend and her husband, David. You introduce them to your companions, glad it's dark out, but they easily hide behind their costumes.

Once inside, you're shown to a small ballroom where music is playing, courtesy of a DJ. Your friend leads you to the buffet that makes you hungry all over again, but of course, it doesn't appeal to the Volturi. Still, they have already managed to enthrall your friends and their guests with their vampiric allure.

"They are a bit strange, but I like them," she whispers to you.

You laugh, but say, "They're quite influential back home. And I am completely in love with my fiance Marcus."

"Pleased to meet you, Marcus. You must make my friend very happy. I see it on her face. I'm so happy for you both." She gives you another hug, then says, "I had better go greet the new arrivals. Please, enjoy yourselves and as always, my friend, make yourself at home. I have missed you."

You slide an arm around your mate. "She likes you," you say proudly, smiling.

The music infects not only you, but the five Volturi as well. As if free for the first time in a long while, they are enjoying mixing with humans. You hadn't heard one crack or complaint from them, not even Caius. The wives were definitely taking pleasure in being admired by the male humans around them, even dancing with a few they consider worthy. And yet, neither Aro nor Caius appear jealous. You were afraid at first, but everyone is just having fun. You remind yourself to thank them later for their restraint.

The song 'Slept so long' from the film Queen of the Damned comes over the speakers. You didn't think any of the vampires in the room had seen the film. You're surprised the DJ has such a mix of music in his repertoire, but you love it. A slow jazz one song, hard rock the next.

Your feather boa is draped around your neck, your long cigarette holder in your hand. You start to circle Marcus, attempting to show him that you can seduce him with your own form of aliure. You shimmy your hips as you dance, parts of your dress moving with you. You see his eyes darkening and tone back. It would not do to have him take you here on the dance floor.

Later, during a slower dance, Marcus holds you just tightly enough, as you both twirl on the floor. You looked up into his temporarily brown eyes, smiling. Your mate had not left your side all evening, even when you told him he could dance with others.

"Marcus, I noticed the others are dancing and talking with the humans here. Why don't you mingle?"

"I am content to be with you, my heart. There is no other for me." He leaned in to kiss you deeply, making your heart beat faster.

You look across the room to see Caius speaking to a woman while Dora dances with a human male. When you see Caius bare his fake fangs and lean into the woman's neck, you stepped back from Marcus and walked quickly over to the blonde vampire, crying out his name.

"Caius, don't!" By the time you get there, Caius and the woman are staring at you like you're insane.

"Sister, what the hell! I was only teasing with this woman. I wasn't really going to bite her," he hisses.

The woman in Caius' arms laughs nervously. "I had better go find my husband. It was a pleasure to meet you...Dracula." She left quickly, not looking back.

"Dracula, indeed! Sister, you ruined my fun, and almost drew more attention to me than if I had bitten her."

You apologize to him. "I'm sorry, Caius. It just looked like...from over there, it seemed...I'm so sorry. I should trust you more."

Marcus came up behind you, placing his arm around your shoulder. "Is everything all right here?"

"Yes, Marcus, my fault. I guess seeing you all acting so normal around humans, I keep expecting a shoe to fall." You give Caius a kiss on his cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Of course. Just relax. I won't harm any of your friends' guests, I promise." He gives you a smile and wink.

"Thank you, Caius." You hear a loud series of cackles, and turn to see Aro entertaining a small group with his typical humour. He is the Mad Hatter to perfection.

"Marcus, can we get something to drink?" You and your mate head for the bar, where you ask for a glass of wine. Without warning, the lights in the mansion go out. You smile, thinking it's just a prank being played by your hosts.

In the darkened room, Aro and Caius, along with Sulpicia and Dora, flash over to you. "Something is very wrong, my dear. Stay near our mates. Marcus, guard them."

You start to speak, "Aro, what is going on?", but he and Caius are gone, having flashed to the other side of the ballroom, safe with their speed before the humans' eyes become accustomed to the dark.

The party's hostess comes over the loudspeakers and asks everyone to stay in place, that there has probably been a circuit breaker overload due to the amount of power being used. But when you look up at Marcus, he subtly shakes his head. You lean into him, suddenly afraid.

Marcus sniffs the air. "I smell the stench of wolf."

"A werewolf?" you ask, holding onto your mate, your eyes peering blindly into the dark.

Guests are staying close to each other, their voices murmuring in confusion. The doors to the patio fly open when two bodies hurl through them. Caius is in his vampire clothing, now torn but he is minus his cloak, while the werewolf has his hands around the vampire's throat. Aro is close behind, attempting to come between the two battling creatures.

By now, the guests think that this is a show being put on by their hosts, and begin to cheer for one or the other of the combatants. Aro's hat has fallen off his head, hiding his identity. All the group sees is someone in a werewolf costume fighting two men.

"Marcus, is this...real?" you ask, holding onto his arm. The wives are also holding each other's hands, their eyes showing fear for their mates.

"Should we warn our hosts?" You fear Aro and Caius will fail, and the werewolf will look to the guests as victims. Your life with the Volturi has made you aware the world was not what you thought, and the supernatural was real.

"No, it would be best to let them remain in ignorance. Aro and Caius will take care of things." Marcus can see clearly the advantage his brothers have over the single werewolf. The animal is missing an arm, but is still able to inflict damage on his vampire attackers. Growls are heard outside, but you can't tell who is doing the growling.

"Our presence must have drawn it to this place," Marcus says. "Now you see they are real, my love. Caius was nearly destroyed by their kind long ago."

When someone flashes to your side, you think it is Aro or Caius, but your vision clears enough to see it's a stranger's face looking at you. "Marcus?"

Your mate is back at your side, gently pushing you behind him. "Who are you and why are you here?" Marcus demands, knowing this man to be one of them.

The nomad explains, "I am the one the werewolf was hunting. I hid in this place after seeing the lights and crowd, and borrowed this costume."

"Did you kill the owner?" you hiss at the stranger through gritted teeth. You hear no reply. "You should be out there fighting the beast, not our coven members!"

You see your friend coming into the ballroom with several flashlights, handing them out. "Marcus, this needs to end. We can come up with some excuse or sneak out in the dark."

"They've taken the creature outside. It will be destroyed, the evidence gotten rid of." Marcus notices the nomad has vanished and tells you. He hears Aro taking care of him, removing the head easily before tearing his limbs off the torso. They can't light a fire so near the mansion, so instead, make sure the body parts are buried far apart.

"In any case, we have got to get out of here too," you say, while watching your friend.

Now that the "entertainment" is apparently over, the crowd breaks up, many heading for the bar.

You hear Aro talking near you. "The car is waiting out front. We should depart now." No one argues, and all six of you head for the front door before your hosts notice you're leaving.

Once you're in the limousine, you assess the damage. Aro has cracks on his face and arms, while Caius is missing a hand.

"Oh my god, Caius, you're hurt!" you exclaim. You see Dora is already helping him, ripping the sleeve of his costume, letting him bathe the end of the dismembered hand with his own venom where he will press it to his arm, Dora ready to wrap it firmly with the torn fabric.

Knowing his life had almost been lost at the hands of one of these creatures, his courage impresses you, since it was Caius who first threw himself at the creature.

Caius sees the way you look at him. "This is my mission. It never ends, not until every last werewolf is destroyed. The fact I eradicated another one gives me great satisfaction, sister."

"And what about the other vampire, the nomad," you ask.

Aro kisses Sulpicia's hand that has been stroking his face. "That one will be no bother to anyone again."

You're proud of your new brothers for having saved your friends' guests. You see them as heroes, even if they aren't particularly fond of humans.

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The private jet takes off from the Los Angeles airport, allowing you to feel relief. You're sure Tracy will wonder where you have gone, but once you're home, you will never need to explain anything to her. You will probably never be returning to America again.

You sit on the long sofa, your mate's arm around you. Marcus smiles when he feels you snuggle into him. You watch as Dora pampers Caius, and Sulpicia is sitting next to Aro, their hands joined. You are tired, but everything worked out, you and your family are safe, and you're on your way home.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Aro...Caius."

"Do not worry, my dear," Aro tells you, feeling like a contented victor. "We have not had such excitement in a very long while. It validates our existence."

"Is my life always going to be this exciting?" you ask Marcus, your breathing more relaxed.

"I think not, but if it keeps you occupied, I will see what I can do."

You smile and sigh, nestling against Marcus, your eyes closing.

Marcus sees your smile and kisses your temple, letting you sleep as the jet heads home for Volterra.

A/N : Thanks for costume ideas from @Sparklybuildingsdesign88 -Marcus and his mate as a Roaring 20s gangster and his moll. And @Kimvolturicullen -Caius and Dora as a vampire and his mate, and Aro and Sulpicia as the Mad Hatter and Alice.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

#the volturi #volturi fanfiction #aro volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #Halloween

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beggars-opera · 1 year ago

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This photo keeps getting passed around as depicting Claire and Dora Williamson, victims of serial killer Linda Hazzard, and I can tell you from looking at the thing two seconds that this is false and I wish I knew who these women really are because they are fabulous

#history #photography

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ladiesofhpfest · 9 months ago

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Someone to confide in by @merlinsbudgiesmugglers

Galentine's day continues with more amazing stories of fabulous ladies. Run don't walk to A03 to enjoy this exploration of Andromeda Tonks craving a bestie and reconnecting with Alice Longbottom.

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She is sipping on the last of her coffee while Dora is enthralled with her drawing of a dragon, when she hears her name being called.

Her hand instantly goes to her wand, hidden in the pouch she has sewn into all of her muggle clothes.

But the voice is friendly, and when she turns, Andromeda recognises Alice Fawley. They’d been in the same year at Hogwarts, though Alice had been a Gryffindor, so their interactions had been limited, but Andromeda had always enjoyed her company when they’d been partnered in class.

“I thought it was you! What are you doing here?”

Seeing another witch in the Muggle world is always a strange occurrence. Andromeda supposes that seeing someone of her lineage would be even more so.

Before she can say anything, Alice has joined them, her sweet, round face smiling kindly at Dora as she asks her name.

Dora glances towards her mother, looking for reassurance that it’s ok

#ladies of hp fest #ladies of hp #andromeda tonks #alice longbottom #ladies of hp fest monthly minis #ladies of hp monthly minis #galentine's day

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year ago

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11 & Remadora for the kiss ask please 😊

Thank you anon for the ask! Remadora, ‘We’re actually being kind of silly for once’ kiss.

...

Tonks hears him grumbling from the other side of the bathroom door.

"This is bloody ridiculous, Dora."

"You promised, Remus."

"I didn't agree to this."

"You said you'd wear it."

Teddy is in his basket, looking adorable as a plump strawberry. Tonks isn't going to let Remus spoil the fun.

"If you wear it, you can have all the best chocolate," she says. "And tonight we'll have extra special mummy and daddy time."

There's silence on the other side of the door.

"Your daddy is easily convinced, Teddy," she tells her son, whose orange hair clashes with his costume, but she doesn't care.

"I heard that," Remus grumbles, but when the door is open and he's wearing the fake, furry ears and giant, harmless paws, she bursts into laughter.

"I'm taking this off--"

"No, you're not," she says, grabbing him by the jumper. She sets the basket holding Teddy down and presses a kiss to his lips. "We're being silly and fun. Little Red Riding Hood is a fabulous family costume."

"For you," he mutters.

She grazes her hand over his trousers. "I'll let the big, bad wolf take me later, but for now--we've got sweets to collect!"

Remus looks down at Teddy, then back at Tonks, and rolls his eyes.

She's got him again.

...

kiss asks

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remus x tonks #tonks x lupin #remus x nymphadora #lupin x tonks #harry potter fanfiction #teddy lupin #look at all this family fluff #fluff #they lived #it's not a delusion

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prying-pandora666 · 1 year ago

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Nice to see you here, especially after all the work you put to give Azula justice on other platforms. You could even say you are Azula's aunt, you know, the kind who keeps visiting and bringing freshly baked cakes, and some other goodies, then telling how great niece she has... then you both proceed to dominate the world by being completely badass while looking fabulous.

Stay awesome and keep doing the great work.

Also since I like puns, I have to tell you are basically a walking pun, interesting choice naming yourself Pundora, by the way, or is is Pun Dora?

And since this is supposed to be an "ask", here is a question: do you play video games? And if you do, what kind of games do you think Azula would play?

Hello!!! Great to meet you! Thanks for the message.

That is the highest compliment. Thank you for holding down the fort here! I have to say it’s given me a lot of comfort to see there are like-minded fans who just want Azula to catch a break!

I would LOVE to make Azula sweets and give her some comfort! I actually have an Etsy shop where I make ATLA-themed ice creams and teas. The Azula tea is one of my favorites: luxurious, sweet, spiced, and soothing. I’d make her sweets with this tea and hope it would help her have a moment of peace.

(Azula’s Princess Chai. Actual picture from my shop. No artificial colors or flavors)

How’d you read me so accurately!? You have some Azula-level eyes there. Seeing my whole history behind my posts! Haha.

I am obsessed with puns so I think that’s punderful! One might even say it’s funtastic!

I do play video games! On occasion I act or cast for indie games, but as for what I like to play myself?

Growing up my favorite series was Zelda. Oot, MM, WW, LA, all left a huge impact on me, as did the Ace Attorney games. If I had to pick a favorites, it might have to be Ghost Trick for being the best mystery story ever!

As for Azula, the obvious answer would be a battle strategy game, but I think she might want a break from what she does every day. I think she’d really enjoy the beauty of Okami, as well as the theme of helping a fallen goddess regain her power and rediscover her true self. It might speak to her after her breakdown.

Thanks for the lovely message! That’s an insta-follow.

#atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #azula #Lucia says

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junkyardcamaro · 1 year ago

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Hi Dora

I hope you're well and have a fabulous week.

💗💗💗

Thank you Guin! 🥰🥰

I actually have been sick for a while but I think I'm mostly good now.

#i went and got bronchitis #which was not very sexy of me tbh

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spellucci · 1 year ago

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Decisions, Decisions

Thursday, October 12, 2023

It is decision time. Today we need to make a firm, clear, hard, solid, unalterable, set in stone, unbreakable decision about where the weather will be optimal, or at least workable, to see the eclipse. The eclipse track is a two day drive from where we are in Kansas. And those darn weather predictions are not yet firm enough to guide a firm, clear, hard, ..., well, you see the problem.

If we go south, the weather looks more favorable, but is in the wrong direction for the friends we want to visit on Sunday. If we go west, which takes us more in the direction of our friends, the weather is unsettled. We decide to wait until we reach Wichita, Kansas to choose which direction to take.

I'm the meantime, Tim's nephew cooks us a fabulous breakfast. A mound of luscious hash brown potatoes, bacon cooked to perfection in the oven, and scrambled eggs toped with Cholula hot sauce start our day with our mouths happy and our bellys full. Dora had fun playing with Spot, a chihuahua mix. After happy goodbyes, we set the GPS for Wichita and head out.

As we drive, we learn more geography than we had really wanted to know. Head west to Farmington, Albuquerque, or Roswell New Mexico? South to Hobbs, Odessa, or Midland Texas? The weather report that had earlier said Roswell would be clear now says partly cloudy. And the weather report for our original destination of Farmington looks like it is improving. Two Spellmans in our heads. Argh!

We leave the highway and head down a dirt road looking for a place to lunch and collect our thoughts. We stop between a harvested corn field and a dormant oil well. Dora is so full of curiosity for the sounds and smells of the field that she ignores her ball.

We eat leftover Thai red curry and rice from last night. It is still decision time. We are fortified with food and with three different weather reports that favor Farmington. We decide: Farmington it is.

The wind picks up as we head across central Kansas. The National Weather Service has forecast winds of 35 MPH, gusting to 50. The dust clouds the air in every direction. It brings to mind Woody Guthrie's song of the dust bowl era, "Dusty Old Dust."

This is the oil-producing section of Kansas. We wonder how they, whoever "they" is, keep the oil separate from the produce.

U.S. 56 heads west along the plains. The wind is blowing from the South. Hard. The driver has to hold the wheel left just to stay going straight. The speed limit is 65, while the road is a single lane in each direction with a two-foot breakdown "lane." Each time we meet a big rig coming toward us, we slam into its wake, immediately dropping our speed by 2 MPH. As we pass it, we get yanked toward its lane, and have to be ready to re-center ourselves before the next oncoming vehicle arrives. Everyone is shading themselves toward the side of the road. The beeping of the lane keeping assist warning is incessant. It is so nerve-wracking that we abandon the regular two-hour shifts for one-hour shifts or less.

We stop for water in a small town with (not one but!) two public parks that RVs can use. To our right was a deserted fairgrounds and across the street the endless farm fields restarted. The temperature was 86°, although the RV thermometer got up to 106° in the sun. We didn’t pack for hot weather, but the high winds kept us comfortable in tshirts and jeans.

We stopped for the night at a pleasant rest area at the crossroads of two state highways. Tim opened the door and at least a dozen flies came in. Jeanne screamed and Tim hastily retreated from whatever he wanted from the front seat. The rest of the night was split between planning how to minimize opening the doors and swatting flies.

The howling winds continued to shake the RV hard all night long.

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raemaaunty · 1 month ago

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Two modest arts with Tonks.

1. Parvaty and Dora under tent.

2. It's fabulous rite - accepting in family. Arthur Wesly beares Tonks in room, making her his doughter-in-law.

Уеs, Remus become adopted son of the Wesly.

#nymphadora tonks #Arthur Wesly #Parvathy Patil #art

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project1939 · 1 year ago

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Day 21- Film: Outlaw Women

Release date: April 4th

Studio: Lippert Pictures

Genre: Western

Director: Sam Newfield, Ron Ormond

Producer: June Carr, Ron Ormand

Actors: Marie Windsor, Richard Rober, Carla Balenda

Plot Summary: A woman in the Old West known as Iron Mae is sick and tired of never getting anywhere in life. She founds her own town run entirely by women, populated 9:1 by women. Success is more important to Mae than men or rules. Inevitably, they face threats from all sides- from roving bandits to local politicians. Can the town actually survive?

My Rating (out of five stars): **½ for the actual quality of the film, ****½ for my enjoyment of it

I had to do a little digging before I found this film, but I’m so glad I did! Yesterday’s movie was so bad it was just... bad, but this one is so bad it’s fabulous! (Except for the stupid ending, unsurprisingly.)

The Good:

It was a low-budget film, but it often didn’t look it. It was shot in color, and although it wasn't Technicolor, it wasn't bad. The acting could be quite good (although there was some cringey stuff), and it even had some decent musical numbers in it.

Iron Mae! I loved her. She was a tough talkin’ tough livin’ dame who ran the whole town. She still dressed in glamourous traditionally feminine clothes, even if other female residents did not. Yes, she was a little harsh- I think that, and her distrust of men, was supposed to make us dislike her... but it didn’t work for me!

Dora! Dora! My new love, Dora! She was one of the women who dressed like a cowboy, but she also smoked cigarillos, lit matches with her teeth, and kicked the shit out of more than one man. She even threw one over her shoulder to take his gun away. At the end, she remained unpaired with a man. I know she’s just a character, and she existed 71 years ago, but I’m not totally convinced she isn’t waiting in some saloon to marry me.

The female empowerment in the whole thing. You could tell the filmmakers were trying to subtly say throughout the film that something wasn’t right about it, but I didn’t care.

Did I tell you about Dora?

The Bad:

The ending! I knew it was probably coming, because a movie in the 50s could not allow for a woman-run town to be successful. It was especially infuriating because the government came in and demanded there be local elections, which meant women could neither vote nor hold office. They were cruelly screwed by the system they were trying to escape from. Virtually every woman was shown pairing off with a man at the end, as well.

The kind of demeaning “Men will rightly be in charge of everything, but wives and mothers sort of run the show” wink-wink at the end. Have a little consolation prize, ladies.

There were some comical sound effects in the fight scenes. The slaps and punches were way too loud.

The background music was often overpowering and not always appropriate.

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The perfect blend of detective mystery and everyday life, that will delight fans of Sally Rigby, Faith Martin, Joy Ellis, Simon McCleave, and Pauline Rowson.

Fatal Decision

The Freeman Files Book 1

by Ted Tayler

Genre: Crime Fiction

The perfect blend of detective mystery and everyday life, that will delight fans of Sally Rigby, Faith Martin, Joy Ellis, Simon McCleave, and Pauline Rowson. The first in a gripping series that will have you hooked.

THE DETECTIVE

Gus Freeman, a retired Detective Inspector, has spent the past three years alone. His wife, Tess, died from a brain aneurysm six months to the day after retirement. He is still coming to terms with his enforced solitary existence. His old boss wants Gus to head up a Crime Review Team investigating cold cases. Gus can't resist the chance to enter the fray for one last hurrah.

SETTING

Wiltshire is a historic and ceremonial county in South West England, famous for its ham, white horses, and, above all, for its many prehistoric monuments (like Stonehenge and Avebury). It's been home to the author all his life, and despite what you might fear from the stories that follow in this series, Wiltshire is a safe and beautiful place to live.

CASE FILE #1 - June 2008

The team tackles the brutal murder of Daphne Tolliver. The sixty-eight-year-old widow was walking her dog, Bobby, in woodland close to her home when someone bludgeoned her to death with a rock.

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