#except for houses october built

[eldritch-nightmare]

the plan today is to put on some horror movies, sit down, nd write. maybe found footage... found footage is my favorite subgenre of horror.

[the-busy-ghost]

Planted some bulbs today, not sure if they'll come up, I have never had much luck with daffodils, but the others were muscari, alliums, and irises, all of which have proven incorrigible when I planted them previously (still pulling alliums out of pots they were never planted in five years later).

[perfectlyoongi]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN—FROM BTS ⠀⠀summary: there are countless ways to celebrate this holiday, but only BTS knew how to make it special.

⪩ pairing: bts (separately) x gn!reader. ⪩ genre: headcanons, fluff. establish-relationship. ⪩ word count: 3.5k total, ~500 each.

SEOKJIN 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

Halloween has always been an enchanting time for Jin. maybe it was the bright colors of the trees, or the quicker dusk of days, but the reality is that, when autumn began, Jin was radiant, almost glowing. and when Halloween arrived it seemed like all the color in the streets and all the excitement in the houses came together inside Jin’s little heart. for him, there was no better time of the year than Halloween.

every year, when Halloween approached, Jin was quick to prepare a perfect celebration for that wonderful day. he started with food, always with food. as the end of october approached, Jin quickly found recipes online that made you smile due to their creativity. there were ghosts of ravioli, tacos that hugged food like a spider hugs its victim, hot dogs that seemed to be mummified by bread — the ideas were endless, just like Jin’s love for Halloween.

with full bellies and satisfied hearts, you and Jin cleaned the kitchen amidst singing and laughter, the soundtrack of ‘nightmare before christmas’ playing happily in your home. it had long since become a tradition of yours: cleaning the kitchen while singing. and on that special day, you had to hear something special. so, when doing duets of ‘rocky horror picture show’ or imitating plants with ‘little shop of horrors’, you and Jin cleaned the table and washed the dishes with as much joy as there was in the world. just for a few minutes the whole world seemed like a stage waiting for you two.

when the music stopped and the songs died down, when the night was about to take you to bed and snuggle up on that lively day, you and Jin sat at the living room table, each with your computer, and passed the remaining hours shouting between laughs. once when researched, it was amazing how many horror games could support two players. as such, during those ninety-so minutes, you and Jin ran away from monsters, built forts, and even mourned the other’s dramatic death. although the genre was horror, the number of laughs released by the two of you made that experience memorable and very dear to both of you — in the midst of all the chaos and terror, you knew you would always have Jin by your side, even if he had you locked away in the room with the killer.

and it was something simple, little moments that marked your Halloween. with small traditions that would always take place in your home, always in the comfort and safety of each other, you and Jin lived each Halloween with the magic and charm of Christmas: just pure happiness that culminated in eternal hours of pleasure and affection. every Halloween was an annual adventure that would forever be respected and loved by both of you.

YOONGI 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

Yoongi wasn’t so much a fan of Halloween as he was of the fall season. there was something magical about the colorful destruction of all nature that provided Yoongi with an extreme comfort that only matched the comfort he felt when he was in your arms. as such, Yoongi wanted to make that holiday something magical.

every year, Yoongi spent endless amounts of time on the internet to prepare for the big month and holiday. the first thing Yoongi would look for was recipes for sweets and drinks with a more welcoming and nostalgic magic, making a selection of those that he knew would leave you with a smile on your lips. small colorful cookies and cakes, coffees and teas of the most varied flavors, a whole autumnal treat awaited you when you got home after a long day of work. and every year, without any exception, Yoongi would always wait for you with a bouquet of beautiful dried flowers and a smile so big on his lips you just couldn’t stop yourself from falling even more in love with him.

after having the recipes ready and the ingredients already chosen, Yoongi would look for the most nostalgic pumpkin patch in the region, making sure that its warm and bright colors were enough to make you happy. walking beside you among the pumpkins, listening to the laughter and screams of happy children, left Yoongi in a trance of pure comfort. holding hands with you, fingers intertwined to make sure you didn’t move away from him, Yoongi admired you whenever you suggested a pumpkin and he could only smile. there were no words he could say that sounded as melodious as your happiness.

back home, after preparing your drink and placing several cookies on the table, you and Yoongi carved the pumpkins while remembering childhood memories that surrounded this time. in the midst of all that confusion, among pieces of pumpkin and cookie crumbs, your living room table took on tones of serenity and refuge, covering the entire surface with the fragments of memories that that tradition of yours brought. when everything was ready and the candles were already lighting up the interior of your creations, you and Yoongi placed them at the entrance of your house and retired to the living room sofa with your hot drinks in hand, putting on a film that reflected all the magic and comfort that this season contained. more classic and films already reviewed so many times were enjoyed by the two of you for the rest of your night.

every year, wrapped in a blanket with Yoongi beside you, this special holiday was spent in the comfort of your relationship. a little of the magic of that time was carried in Yoongi’s small acts and gestures, which wrapped you in a blanket of pure happiness. Halloween for you was an important date, not because of the scares or legends, but because of Yoongi’s effort and attention — in just one day, Yoongi painted your life with pallets of the most comforting and beloved colors he could make. on just that day, only you and Yoongi existed.

HOSEOK 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

with a smile on his lips and an extensive list of activities in his pocket, Hoseok wished every year that this time would come as soon as possible so he could celebrate with you. throughout the year, Hoseok found himself collecting little ideas for dates and activities that could cheer you up during this time. all year long, Hoseok prepared each day of the week with precision to ensure that the comfort of this month and the joy of this holiday wrapped you in a blanket of pure bliss.

among so many ideas and suggestions, Hoseok had to admit that walking with you through the park was his favorite activity. whenever the two of you stepped onto the colorful blanket of all of nature’s dreams and that crunchy sound of happiness and hope echoed your footsteps, Hoseok felt free. of course there was magic in dancing and a certain charm on stage, but there, at that moment, hand in hand with you and an immense forest of conversations and laughter in front of him, Hoseok felt dazzled. there, in that moment, with you next to him, Hoseok felt infinite.

but it wasn’t just the walks that made Hoseok happy, no. what he liked most, and what he insisted on doing every year, was spending the whole night watching movies lying down with his head on your chest. the trick here is that since your first Halloween together, Hoseok has discovered the vast world of pre-1980s horror films. it was you who introduced him to these peculiarities when you said, almost begged, that you wanted to see the 1977 film ‘house’. it only took ten minutes for Hoseok to be completely surrendered to the terrible edits and even worse scripts.

since then, your Halloween nights were spent in bed, covered with a small blanket, and completely focused on the screen. while you combed Hoseok’s hair, gently massaging his head and providing Hoseok with extreme relaxation, he just looked at the screen and let the magic of the movies steal eternal laughter from him. from ‘nosferatus’ of 1922, to ‘carnival of souls’ of 1962, going through ‘the invisible man’ of 1933, an extensive list of adventures with the worst recommendations and the most amusing reviews were preciously stored on Hoseok’s phone.

in all the Halloweens that have passed and in all those that are yet to happen, Hoseok knew that that magic only came in your company. you were the one who enchanted Hoseok’s days, and you were the one who made him feel grateful to live each day by your side. and that was enough for him. just you, a film that made you laugh, and he felt like he was in heaven.

NAMJOON 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

on the last day of october, Namjoon had no plans. after working all day, only talking to you once in a while when time allowed, Namjoon was longing to get home and just rest. he would do anything to leave work early — perhaps because the month seemed so long, or because the days were starting to get shorter, there was no concrete answer; all Namjoon knew was that that day would only become good when he was in your company.

so, when he came home and saw you distracted in the living room reviewing those Halloween classics of yours, Namjoon would just smile: you were simply divine. without having any time to take in that heavenly sight, Namjoon was quick to crawl over to your couch and wrap you in a tight little hug that made him smile in relief. finally, there was some tranquility in that long and painful day. finally, Namjoon was with you, ready to really start living that day you loved so much.

after kissing your forehead and ordering your favorite food, Namjoon was going to take a long shower to relax before returning to the living room with dinner in his hands and two bottles of alcohol in his arms. Namjoon just wanted to decompress, he didn’t really want to do anything, but you liked that holiday, you were enchanted by the mysticism that surrounded that day — Namjoon would do everything for you to have a good night, even though he just wanted to sleep.

you ate excitedly while ‘the grim adventures of billy and mandy’ played episode after episode on your big television. that dinner, with the familiar voices of the characters, was always essential for you; whether it was Halloween or a regular tuesday, your dinners were sacred. each one listened attentively the other as their day was recounted between sighs and smiles. it was a tradition of yours that continued to fuel your flame — and, on Halloween, your conversations only got livelier: you looked stunning at this time of year. when dinner was over and all the dishes were clean, you and Namjoon were beginning the second and final part of your tradition. it was you who came up with the idea, and Namjoon was quick to accept — it was the perfect end to another long, boring day of work.

Namjoon spent brief minutes trying to find a horror film that contained all the clichés that this genre had; you would spend a few minutes creating a list of all the clichés and phrases that horror films could contain. when Namjoon finally committed to the movie, and you read the list to him out loud, you would each prepare your cup and wait patiently until something on the list happened. for long minutes, you and Namjoon played with the movie that was on the television, letting the alcohol act as a gentle blanket that protected you on that magical night. without realizing it, you end up falling asleep on the couch, involuntarily hugging each other, smiling gently with the rest of that troubled day lulling you to distant lands.

JIMIN 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

october 31st was always a surprise for you. every year, Jimin would look for the ideal activity to celebrate Halloween with you. of course, the countless costume parties and home movie sessions were always attractive to Jimin, especially if the night was a little colder. but you deserved something better, something that wasn’t so common. Jimin knew how much you enjoyed this holiday, and as such, year after year, he always found something new to do with you. you never knew what could await you, but that was part of the adventure.

on your first Halloween, Jimin took you to a forest with a basket full of food and a backpack full of scary stories from the internet that had the forest as their backdrop. of course, just a picnic under the moon listening to ghostly stories wasn’t enough — no. with the stories also came the jokes and Jimin made sure that only the best laughs came out of you. he didn’t mind spending the whole night reading the comments to find the ideal ones to make you laugh and ease some of the tension he would create.

you also remembered that Halloween where Jimin took you to an escape room that took you to an abandoned castle where count dracula had you and Jimin trapped in his basement. even though the two of you had only spent sixty minutes inside that room, you’d swear an eternity was spent among loose rocks and squeaking rats. all your wrong theories just made you laugh until you fell on the floor; whenever an employee’s voice came up to help you, you and Jimin just pushed the blame for the mistake onto the other; when the last key took you straight to the count’s room instead of the exit, you only realized that that Jimin’s idea, although hilarious and providing you dozens of good memories, was a little too intellectual for both of you.

you also still dreamed about the magic school you and Jimin attended last year. it was something so simple, something so childish — but it was something so good, something so cozy, something that reminded you why you loved Jimin so much. potions classes were held in the school’s basement, its cauldrons bubbling and glowing different colors; the spell classes were held on the second floor next to the (human) statue that moved on its own. dinner was in the main hall, six long tables occupying the entire space and taking dozens of people to those childhood dreams. for one night, you were magical. for one night, you breathed magic.

and this year only time will tell. Jimin never gave any hint of his plans — it was pure torture. and yet you waited anxiously. maybe he would wake you up with a breakfast themed around your favorite horror movies. who knows, Jimin could even take you to build a scarecrow to put in front of your house. or Jimin could simply decide to stay in the comfort of your house, in the comfort of your arms, rewatching films and series that had a more ghostly atmosphere. no one knows for sure, only Jimin, and that is a secret that he will only reveal tomorrow.

TAEHYUNG 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

every year, Taehyung prayed that on Halloween there would be no rain. he didn’t mind the cold, and a little wind didn’t make him mad; but if that day the heavens decided to mourn all the destruction of the world, Taehyung’s day would be ruined. it’s just that, on this specific day, where autumn was beginning and all of nature colored the streets with its farewell, Taehyung only had a single activity in mind. october 31st marked the anniversary of your first encounter and your first date and, devoted to your love, Taehyung insisted on scheduling a picnic just like you did so long ago.

preparing the whole morning for that date, Taehyung spent hours cooking or buying that food that warmed your heart, putting out books, notebooks, pens, everything that could be used to entertain you for an entire afternoon. so, with a small, orange blanket, a basket with all your favorite food and drinks, Taehyung was setting up a small picnic in the park where you first met, near that lake that saw your love blossom on that first date. and he tried his best to make that picnic always better than the last.

sometimes Taehyung liked to recite poetry to you while you rested your head in his lap. there were other times when he preferred to spend the afternoon listening to your stories, delighting in the little laughs you made and falling in love with your soul again. there were also times when the simple silence of nature was enough to lull both of you into the autumnal comfort characteristic of your relationship. honestly, Taehyung didn’t even care much about how you spent those little picnic hours; all Taehyung wanted was to relive those two magical days that completely changed his life. just you, the park and the blanket — nothing else mattered.

when night fell and the cold became a little more aggressive, you returned home while ordering your favorite food from that restaurant he took you to before asking you to be his partner. and that trip back home felt like the arrival of autumn itself: desired, coveted, awaited for too long to be unable to contain you enthusiasm. that dinner on your living room floor, that little tradition that came from so many past dates, was all you two thought about when the moon peeked out of the dark sky.

the day came to an end without any stress or problems — Taehyung made sure of that. there was nothing that could happen that he could not resolve, or omit until the next day arrived. october 31st was the only day when nothing could happen. october 31st was the only day that really mattered. and it was on october 31st that Taehyung declared his eternal love to you again in the memories of a glorious past with promises of a sublime future.

JUNGKOOK 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

Jungkook loved celebrating Halloween. he couldn’t say why or what captivated him about that holiday, he just knew that when october arrived, he was counting the days, eager to reach the end of the month. as such, it was quite natural for Jungkook to have all the plans for this season laid out since the beginning of the year. and every year, without fail, among so many different activities and occupations, there were always those three traditions of yours that warmed Jungkook’s heart like a summer sun.

on the orange afternoons of the last day of the month, Jungkook would appear at the front door with a wide smile on his lips and white sheets in his arms. holding your hand gently and taking you to the park near your house, Jungkook liked to spend autumn afternoons taking photos alluding to Halloween. with sheets dressed and glasses on, you and Jungkook impersonated two ghosts who marveled at the modern world. camera rolls were spent amid laughter and poses, the withered time of those afternoons seeming warmer among your good mood.

when you returned home reviewing some photos and choosing the ones to print for your Halloween album, Jungkook could only think about what awaited you that night. his excitement was too much to contain — he was always looking forward to spending Halloween with you. so, after putting the sheets at home and making a quick dinner, your night would begin with scares and lots of screams.

Jungkook knew all the activities that would happen throughout the city and he deliberately chose the best horror houses that would have open hours. waiting in the entrance lines seemed like mere seconds. you and Jungkook had this power to convert time to your needs; your conversations flowed naturally, laughter clearing your mind before facing the manufactured horrors of the house you would visit. you walked carefully around the house, anticipating scares that would never happen and screaming at small noises designed to scare you. every year, you walked through a haunted house hand in hand and hearts jumping, always leaving with your hearts filled with laughter.

already tired from a day full of surprises and scares, you and Jungkook went to your room to finally rest. but since the night doesn’t end until dawn, you two weren’t going to sleep so early. Jungkook would play the playlist he made for Halloween gently in your room, while he waited for you to bring the box of face paint. and to satisfy your inner children and end that day on a more docile note, you and Jungkook painted yourselves as classic characters from Halloween; but it wasn’t that easy, no. one of you was always blindfolded, proving that you knew the other’s features perfectly as white brushes and red pencils danced in your shaking hands and made light laughter mix with the music, creating a melody of pure devotion in your room.

໒ ࣪˖˚ requested by: dear anonymous. ⠀⠀request: hihi!! if u celebrate and ur comfortable and everything, can i request hcs for celebrating halloween w them? any member(s) work(s), idm at all. thank u for ur time 🙏🏽 i love ur work so much, keep being fantastical 🔥🔥🔥 ⠀⠀cole's note: hii <3 tysm for the request !! i decided to include all the members so i did a shorter version but i hope it still makes you happy <3 i just wanted to make sure i give u the absolute best. also ty for ur words :< ilysm /p and i hope u know u have a wonderful soul !!

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[tateshifts]

SLYTHERIN BOYS + pansy ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ dr headcanons

this is going to be about my dr and how i know the boys and a little about their background.

✮ . . . quidditch; all the boys play quidditch except enzo (he’s protecting his face from flying balls).

mattheo is a beater, player 5. theo is the captain, he’s new from this year, he’s a chaser and he’s player 10. blaise is a chaser and he’s player 2. draco is a seeker and he’s player 15.

dracos been playing since second year, but blaise and theo have been playing since third whilst mattheo joined in 4th year. the other players are, adrian pucey (keeper), graham montage (chaser) and miles bletchley (beater).

✮ . . . were all 18 turning 19 this year. my dr is still hogwarts as a school, its just with all the school years aged up? i hope that makes sense lol

mattheo was born on january 7th 2005 (capricorn) theo was born on october 28th 2004 (scorpio) blaise was born on november 28th 2004 (sagittarius) enzo was born on march 2nd 2005 (pisces) draco was born on june 5th 2005 (gemini) pansy was born on july 7th 2005 (cancer)

✮ . . . draco is 6” blaise is 6”2 mattheo is 6”5 theo is 6”4 enzo is 6”2

im not sure why they’re all so tall??? i didn’t script this so it’s probably my subconscious wanting a height difference or something. but their parents aren’t tall either from what i’ve heard so it’s a mystery ? puberty did them good.

✮ . . . these guys are so built, they take their healths so seriously when it comes to food. they train so much for quidditch, enzo trains with them sometimes too just to keep his health up. their arms, their thighs, their abs. so toned and defined. literally hench

✮ . . . the only people who can see thestrals are theo and mattheo, this is because they both witnessed the death of theo’s mother. even though theo says he’s still processing the death of his mum, he can still see these thestrals. which can only been seen only after you have processed the death you have witnessed.

my dr background with the boys + pansy

✮ . . . we’ve all known eachother since forever as we all grew up together. our parents were all ‘friends’? they weren’t friends just accomplices i guess you could say. they are business partners and they invest in eachothers work. some of our parents know eachother from school or distant family.

✮ . . . we were all kind of passed around eachothers houses LMAO there was always some kind of shit going on so we had to spend a few nights in eachothers houses, i say few but it was A LOT of nights.

✮ . . . we’ve been together 24/7 since and we almost never spend time apart. which can be overwhelming so we of course have boundaries.

thanks for reading ❦｡･:*:･ﾟ. follows, likes & reblogs are appreciated x

[kiriska]

I originally made this zine back in October. There was no particular impetus for it except I think I’ve just been low key constantly thinking about ghost bikes since I learned about them some years ago.

I rewrote some parts of this a few times and I’m still not happy with it, but it feels kind of pointless to keep fiddling with it. There’s too much I want to say and 8 pages isn’t enough.

Saying that drivers “choose” vehicular manslaughter sounds aggressive. I know (most) drivers don’t intend to do harm, but it doesn’t actually matter what their intentions are if someone gets hurt or is killed. Maybe drivers aren’t “choosing” to kill, but they are choosing to get gigantic vehicles and to go fast enough to kill.

Most recent cyclist deaths in the Seattle area have been on common biking routes, though none of them have bike lanes (Seward Park Ave, Spokane St, Marine View Dr). I’ve biked on all of these, some of them very frequently. It sucks passing by each time and knowing someone died there, and that it could’ve been avoided.

Basically everyone I know who bikes has been hit by a car at some point. A friend was hit while in a crosswalk a few months ago. (In a similar incident, a 13-year old kid was killed in a crosswalk last year.) Thankfully, no one I know has died yet. It does sort of feel inevitable though.

Recently, a car ran a red light and hit a bus. The bus was forced onto the sidewalk, where it killed a pedestrian. I walked by on my way home with groceries 5 minutes after this happened. Couldda been me. Everyone is a pedestrian at some point, but so many people avoid living life as a pedestrian. They drive everywhere and are only ever on foot within a building. My high school was one (1) mile from my house, but I had to drive to get there because of the 6-lane highway between us.

The problem is complicated. I mostly blame infrastructure, but that’s not easy to fix. We designed and built whole cities around cars and left no space for people, and that can’t be corrected without a lot of money and political will. We need roads that are “inconvenient” for cars and drivers. Ones that are narrower and have speed bumps and “traffic calming” devices slow drivers down by design, without relying on speed limit compliance or enforcement.

Seattle is cramped as hell and there aren’t sidewalks in a lot of places. But in order to build sidewalks and bike lanes, we need to take away space from cars, and hell gets raised every time anyone even suggests taking away parking, much less an entire travel lane. Lots of people depend on cars, but that’s never going to change without cities investing in the alternatives.

Buses and transit can become reliable. Bikes offer a lot of the same freedom and personal autonomy as cars. “No one wants to bike in the rain/cold/hills/etc” and yet Seattle has such a robust cycling community, both in commuters and recreational cyclists. “You can’t haul groceries/supplies/kids/dogs/etc by bike,” and yet so many people do.

And if people don’t feel safe on bikes, it’s just because of all the cars.

RIP Steve Hulsman, who was killed at the intersection of Marine View Dr and 46th Ave, the intersection in the photos, on December 21st.

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVs

DAY 18 & DAY 19— 20/09/2024 & 21/09/2024

DAY 18 — 20/09/2024

The day in Valigma begins chaotically, with Bagi receiving a mysterious book with coordinates and a riddle poem. She takes Choke, Matt and Febatista to those coordinates which turned out to be a totally purple strange construction.

By solving the various puzzles at the location, the group obtains a book with coordinates and upon arriving at the location, a new ghost child appears.

She doesn't have an official name yet, but she is the daughter of Bagi, Matt, Felps and Meiaum.

While all this was happening, Gris and Quel find a house on a mountain, there they find a resident who wears a broken mask like Quel's called Maethe (MAETHE'S FIRST DAY YIPPIE!).

Quel reveals that Maethe and she were very good friends, however, like Quel when she woke up in prison, Maethe has no memory of anything.

Gnomeu pays Matt a visit while the demon was in his house, telling him that he had been watching him for some time. Gnomeu Ask Matt what his biggest wish is and the demon responds that his greatest desire was to live in Valigma peacefully, with Gnomeu saying he could help him.

After his conversation with Gnomeu, Matt meets again with Bagi and Choke to talk about everything they know and their theories, with the group deciding to invade the factory to investigate. They fail and choose to go to Guaxinim's house.

At Guaxinim's house (Where Quel and Maethe were too), the group is greeted by the presence of Bia Raux (She's so tall omg-), who starts talking to everyone. She tells Matt that, unlike Bagi, she didn't miss the demon, and threatens to cut him into pieces. Maethe takes a selfie with Bia without her noticing and sends the photo to the global Valigma group.

It is also revealed (Before Matt, Bagi and Choke arrived) by Bia that she loved Maethe and Quel, but no longer does ("You failed, Arkania no longer flows within you. That's why the mask broke and there was only a piece left"). Quel revealed to Bia that Mayor Jota wants to rip the mask off her face.

After the threat directed at Matt, Bia increasingly loses her patience and disappears, leaving everyone (except Matt) blind for a moment.

After that, the group starts talking and suddenly Jota appears wanting to talk to Quel. The Mayor showed up because he saw the photo that Maethe posted in the group and ran to the place, arriving just as Quel started talking bad about Jota to everyone.

Jota and Quel talk about what happened and everything that happened between Araldo and Gabepeixe on Day 17. He says goodbye after the conversation and leaves.

While everyone was talking, Matt suddenly reveals that he is on a mission that he doesn't want to do, but that it has to be done by October 7th and that he needs everyone's help to do so. He disappears as soon as he finishes talking and comes back as if nothing had happened.

After talking about it, everyone says goodbye and goes their separate ways.

Guaxinim decides to explore the factory a little before going to sleep.

DAY 19 — 21/09/2024

This day was the calmest, with just farms being built, fun conversations between everyone and armor and weapon upgrades.

Only at the end of Bagi's day did something unexpected happen. After facing Bia Raux several times, her punishment finally arrived.

Bagi ends up being kidnapped by Bia Raux, who puts her in a small purple room with the purest pitch black around.

"Your stay here will be long until I take everything you have.

You won't get out of here, one pain after another.

Moah dies of hunger, you die of agony.

One eye for another.

Loves... And amen...

Here you stay, until rescue comes from someone else.

Goodbye."

[Please let us know if anything else happened that wasn't posted here!

And as Mayor Jota was taught by Choke, I say:

"Good night. Queen slays, queen says goodbye, queen leaves!"]

[fredomotophoto]

Château de Versailles

L’Orangerie est un bâtiment situé au cœur du parc du Château de Versailles, en contrebas du château. Construite entre 1684 et 1686 par Jules Hardouin-Mansart, elle est considérée comme l’un des chefs-d’œuvre de l’architecte.

La restauration Depuis 2020, le Château de Versailles a entrepris un important programme de restauration de l’Orangerie, notamment des grilles et des décors sculptés. Pour répondre à ces travaux, une partie de la restauration a été délocalisée à Mantes-la-Jolie, où les visiteurs peuvent découvrir le chantier-exposition, baptisé “Le réveil de la pierre”. Ce lieu propose une exposition interactive et pédagogique, avec des activités de recherche d’indices, des jeux de plateau et des contes, ainsi qu’une expérience de réalité virtuelle pour découvrir l’histoire de l’Orangerie et de sa restauration.

Le parterre Le parterre de l’Orangerie est un jardin à la française, caractérisé par ses 1200 caisses contenant des orangers, citronniers, grenadiers et lauriers-roses, ponctué de mai à octobre. Il offre une vue spectaculaire sur le château et le parc, notamment depuis les terrasses du château.

Les sculptures L’Orangerie abrite quatre sculptures monumentales, inspirées des Métamorphoses d’Ovide, représentant les amours des dieux : Aurore et Céphale, Vertumne et Pomone, Flore et Zéphyr, ainsi que Vénus et Adonis. Ces sculptures, créées par Louis Le Conte et Pierre Legros vers 1687, pesant environ 25 tonnes chacune, ont été restaurées dans un atelier aux dimensions adaptées à Mantes-la-Jolie.

Accès et horaires L’Orangerie est accessible tous les mardis de 9h à 12h30 et de 13h30 à 17h30, ainsi que lors d’ouvertures exceptionnelles.

The Orangery is a building located in the heart of the park of the Palace of Versailles, below the palace. Built between 1684 and 1686 by Jules Hardouin-Mansart, it is considered one of the architect's masterpieces.

Restoration Since 2020, the Palace of Versailles has undertaken a major restoration program for the Orangery, including the grilles and sculpted decorations. To accommodate this work, part of the restoration has been relocated to Mantes-la-Jolie, where visitors can discover the exhibition site, called "The Awakening of Stone". This place offers an interactive and educational exhibition, with clue-searching activities, board games and stories, as well as a virtual reality experience to discover the history of the Orangery and its restoration.

The Parterre The parterre of the Orangerie is a French garden, characterized by its 1200 boxes containing orange trees, lemon trees, pomegranates and oleanders, punctuated from May to October. It offers a spectacular view of the castle and the park, especially from the terraces of the castle.

The sculptures The Orangerie houses four monumental sculptures, inspired by Ovid's Metamorphoses, representing the loves of the gods: Aurora and Cephalus, Vertumnus and Pomona, Flora and Zephyr, as well as Venus and Adonis. These sculptures, created by Louis Le Conte and Pierre Legros around 1687, weighing approximately 25 tons each, were restored in a workshop with adapted dimensions in Mantes-la-Jolie.

Access and opening times The Orangerie is accessible every Tuesday from 9 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. and from 1:30 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., as well as during exceptional opening times.

[usafphantom2]

Where are the SR 71’s today?

They are all on display in America with one exception. #962 is at Duxford, Great Britain. this SR-71 was the one that was the most frequently stationed in Great Britain It’s a permanent loan from the United States to Great Britain with our thanks.

Arizona

#17951 flew on March 5, 1965, and served as a test bird throughout its career. It is currently displayed at the Pima Air Museum, Tucson, AZ.

California

California is home to more SR-71 aircraft than any other state. It houses six of them, listed below:

•SR-71A #17955 - AFFTC Museum, Edwards AFB, CA.

•SR-71A #17960 - Castle Air Museum near Atwater, CA.

•SR-71A #17963 - Beale AFB, CA.

•SR-71A #17973 - Blackbird Airpark, Palmdale, CA.

•SR-71A #17975 - March Field Museum, March AFB, CA.

•SR-71A #17980 - NASA's Dryden Flight Research Center as #844.

Florida

In Florida, specifically at the USAF Armament Museum, Eglin AFB, FL, the SR-71A #61-7959, also known as the "Big Tail," is on display. This nickname dates to 1975, when it was chosen as the platform for a new series of sensors placed in an extension towards the rear of the aircraft . The last flight of this aircraft took place on October 29, 1976

Georgia

At the Museum of Aviation, Robins AFB, GA, the Blackbird SR-71A #17958 is on display. According to various records, on July 28, 1976, this example facilitated a human being (pilot captain Eldon W. Joersz and major RSO George T. Morgan Jr.) to reach the highest speed ever aboard an aircraft.

Kansas

SR-71A #17961 accumulated 1601 flight hours until February 2, 1977, the date of its last flight. It is currently on display between a Northrop T-38 Talon advanced trainer and a life-size replica of the Space Shuttle at the Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center, Hutchinson, KS

Louisiana

At the 8th Air Force Museum, Barksdale AFB, LA, the SR-71A #17967 is on display, one of two examples reactivated in 1995 for USAF service before the program was canceled in 1998. Over the years, this aircraft accumulated more than 2700 flight hours.

Texas

At the USAF History and Traditions Museum, Lackland AFB, TX, is SR-71A #17979, which was used as a reconnaissance aircraft during Operation Giant Reach in the Egyptian-Israeli war.

Michigan

Two trainer variants were built, denoted SR-71Bs. One crashed on approach to Beale AFB on January 11, 1968, while the other, SR-71B #17956, is displayed at the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum in Kalamazoo, MI. This SR-71 has more flight hours than any other Blackbird, nearly 4000, and is believed to have been photographed more times than any other.

Nebraska

At the Strategic Air and Space Museum near Ashland, NE, SR-71A #17964 is on display. Its first flight took place in 1966, and the last in 1990, when it was delivered to Offutt AFB, NE, to be permanently exhibited

Ohio

The first operational ( Jerry O’Malley and Ed Payne) mission of an SR-71 was carried out by SR-71A #17976 before concluding its career with about 3000 flight hours. It is among the first SR-71s to be permanently exhibited and best preserved. It is displayed at the National Museum of the United States Air Force, Wright-Patterson AFB, OH.

Oregon

Below the right wing of Howard Hughes' H-4 Hercules at the Evergreen Aviation Museum in McMinnville, OR, is the most complete and accurate SR-71, SR-71A #17971, which has accumulated over 3500 flight hours.

Utah

As mentioned, after January 11, 1968, when half of the SR-71 trainer fleet was lost due to the crash of #17957, a replacement trainer was built, designated SR-71C #17981. This aircraft is currently on display at the Hill Aerospace Museum, Hill AFB, UT. Irregular maintenance procedures and aftermarket construction caused constant yaw of the aircraft; therefore, the SR-71C was used on a limited basis between 1969-1976.

Virginia

The state of Virginia hosts two SR-71s:

•SR-71A #17968 is displayed at the Science Museum in Richmond, VA. 2. The #972 at Udvar-Hazy

Chantilly,

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[animasola86]

or: how I see werewolves and how I made them fit into the universe A Night to Remember is set in

Bear, the werewolf featured in A Knot to Remember and A Hug to Remember, comes from a long line of shapeshifters, allowing him to turn into a large black bear, a big wolf or a fox (if he's feeling playful) on his own will.

He was cursed with lycanthropy by a shaman.

He can't control turning into a werewolf, which happens only one week a month (from three days before to three days after a full moon) and only during the active hours of the moon (between moonrise and moonset*).

(*While writing my A Night to Remember series, I did not properly research when the moon rises and sets in late October, so you'll find that the moon is actually present during the night which isn't possible as it set around 5pm on Halloween (if I look at the 2024 data), but as a reminder: I write fantasy stories and I didn't know any better, and I might do the same mistake again because it'll fit the plot better. So, uh, yeah.)

He learned to control his urges over the years/decades (age is undisclosed, but he's older than you think).

He used to be a ravenous beast, unable to control himself, but managed to find and ground himself with meditation and herbs/teas/drugs?

He can't turn others into werewolves, as it's part of his curse, forcing him to live alone.

(The curse came from an angry shaman. His family used to take care of a large piece of land. When others came, they built a house on their grounds, forcing them to either leave or work for them. They settled for the role of groundskeeper, but some of his tribe were against it. The shaman cursed the house to slip in and out of existence, trapping the inhabitants inside, and his family to turn into monsters (werewolves) to further keep people away from the land.)

He can still make someone his mate, marking them, and other supernatural beings (e.g. vampires) will know that particular human is taken.

(By the way, the vampires living in the cemetery near the house were also cursed. They used to belong to the house but weren't inside when the curse hit, so they turned into the bloodsuckers the shaman thought they were.)

Bear is the last of his kind and is very focused on producing heirs (though it's not clear if he's even fertile, the curse may have taken that away as well – only one way to find out, right?)

Disclaimer: I don't claim to be an expert in folklore or history or geography (or even moon phases apparently), I basically know nothing and I do not mean to offend anyone's beliefs or customs or traditions. I just take snippets from all the things I've heard and read and seen, and build them into my own little Frankenstein's monster-esque lore. Just as I see fit. You may see things differently, and that's completely fine. But I am the author of these little stories and this is how my brain works. And I hope this list helped you understand it a little better. Thank you for giving me your time!

See below for some visuals!

Bear's werewolf form:

large, tall, muscular, dark/black fur/skin, humanoid body except for wolfish hind legs and long bushy tail, feet and hands are paws/paw-like with long black claws, wolf head, black eyes (when horny), yellow eyes (when on the hunt/normal)

Bear's human form:

tall, muscular, short curly black hair, brown eyes, full beard, tan skin (no picture necessary, just imagine him as you like with those details)

Bear's bear form:

large black bear with light brown snout and black eyes

Bear's other forms:

black wolf: black fur with patches of gray and brown, yellow eyes

gray fox:

(Images found all through Google. The werewolf ones are probably AI generated...)

[zargontari]

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Snippet of a WIP!

Pairing: Bill/Ford

Warnings: implied/referenced self harm, obsessive thoughts, writing in the second person

You have not heard from Bill Cipher for two weeks and three days. You are not counting. You deliberately try not to count.

Instead, you work your fingers to the bone with the paneling. The portal is becoming a true structure, by this point — a marvel of science and engineering by any standards, standing proud and talk and nearly infallible except by human error — but is still, largely, uncovered; wiring and circuity is clearly exposed along every edge. The innate magic, held together by carefully inscribed runes splashed with Bill's own blood to power them, dances and sparks along the inner walls as it currents around and around the sleek machinery that shines sleek and bright in the relative darkness of the large room. The panel in your hands digs into the space where your palms connect to your fingers.

Your eyes catch the watch on your wrist as you move the panel. 01:20. Four days.

You're not counting.

You drop the piece of paneling to the ground and walk to the elevator. Your heart points heavily, so hard and fast that it aches in your chest. Really, the whole of you is an ache; even weeks later, Bill's use of your body is obvious, leaving you with an awkward, left-leaning limp that you're really hoping goes away. He would have told you if he'd broken you — he enjoys it whenever you struggle to accept a broken bone, though these days your protests have died down and down until you have very little to say on the subject anymore — so without that morbid confirmation you're left assured that, at the very least, your skeleton is mostly unharmed. The pain is manageable. You exhale shakily whenever you lean against the elevator door. All pain is manageable. That is what Bill tells you, and so that must be what is true.

The second floor of the building is harder to get to than the others. Part of this is due to the design of the building, as it was built over one large, deeper cavern, with only that one basement in mind, but was later given the addition of a second connection to a smaller, longer tunnel, courtesy of Bill. The other part is your own paranoia. You do not trust anyone except for yourself around your most secret place, including and perhaps especially not even Fiddleford.

Your partner is someone you care a lot about (you'd been overjoyed to have him join the project!) but you worry for his dedication to the project. You hear that his commitment to your common goal is not so strong as your own. — or, at least, Bill worries it, and you understand the concern. He is right to be wary, of course: he has waited perhaps millions of years for this portal to be constructed, and he has very understandably tired of waiting. He cannot stand delays. You rub your wrist at the thought, which still aches from the most recent break. Bill had not been pleased with your progress as of late. You had tried to convince him that there was no harm meant, and you had only hit a snag, but—

You step through the doors as the light turns green and they slide apart from one another. Your hip aches sharply enough that you toss a hand onto the wall to balance yourself whenever you move down the hallway, and the pain reminds you of another truth: Bill Cipher does not tolerate excuses, either.

The room that the long tunnel opens up to is perhaps the most important in the entire house: a space dedicated solely to Bill. You have laid candles in a circle along the floor for meditation, and Bill's likeness covers every wall. Some of it is official: things you had found while studying your muse. The rest is your own. Pencil, coal, chalk and ink. Most uncolored, but a few startlingly golden. Almost no room remains for the wall, and, while the ceiling is normally illuminated by one swinging lantern, there is no light tonight. You always put the fire out whenever you leave as a safety precaution, which is funny, distantly, because whenever you hold match to wick and the glass dome floods the room with light, it perfectly encapsulates the sheer amount of blood on the floor.

Dried blood, to be fair. You have not been in this room for a few days, now, and you had not been bleeding the last time you were. Still, though, it is never cleaned — Bill seems to enjoy the reminders, and the smell — so the splotches have dried, and, in some places, rusted wherever the red touches metal. It leaves the room thickly smelling of copper and meat; the latter mostly unexplained, as the blood joins only the former stench. The splatters, streaks, and pools do not reach the walls, though they have stained the candles red, which you light with the same match as the lantern. You stand for a moment, tensely watching the fires, until your fingers begin to burn. A glance down: the match has burnt to nothing in your fingers. Still, you do nothing but watch as red splotches form before the fire burns to nothing, unable to feed itself upon your hand. It aches. It makes you feel a little better as though, by the mere act of feeling pain, you are a little closer to your muse, who so often demands it of you.

Demands.

As if it is something that you do not give freely. As if it is not his to call upon; as if you are more than a vessel of His will. From now until the end of time indeed. Except for the glaringly obvious part where he has abandoned you. It rankles you, sits deep in you, rots in you like the floorboards in your bedroom have begun to. Perhaps abandonment is not the right word, you think, suddenly, with a feeling as though you are about to be struck. Your muse is, of course, allowed to come and go as he pleases. If he finds you uninteresting or distasteful, then it is not up to you to tell him that he cannot. Denial is not a right that you posses. It is a privilege that you have lost.

... Still. The knowledge sits as heavily in your guts as a corpse. You cannot help but to feel adrift at sea, lost and unmoored. Each passing second with no sign of your sun only serves to deepen the well of panic that began to rise the moment that he left you the last time. You are dependant; he is your God. Your parents had had a different god, and perhaps you had known it once, but now you have found your true God and he is the one who's name is Bill Cipher. Let all other false deities burn. Let all other idols crumble and decay. You will sit at his feet until the whole of your reality is fixated on the singular point at which He resides. If His light burns you, if it chars out your eyes until your vision melts away, then— good. To know a God as intimately as you do is to know how and when to sacrifice for Him.

A sacrifice.

You sit at the center of the ring of flames. Your body is a tool, a fact that you’ve grown increasingly intimate with as you and Bill have become more entangled. Violence, sex — often as bloody as the violence itself — and pain are now as familiar to you as your extra extremities. They are instruments to be wielded, as Bill had reminded you, time and time again. The body is simply another means to get what you want. The body is property. And yours belongs to him.

Under normal circumstances, that ownership would mean that what you are about to do would be considered wrong, or some kind of defilement. Your hand clenches around the knife that you do not recall ever picking up. It is a defilement, of sorts — a desecration of the only body you will ever have. But is not pain synonymous to love in the eyes of gods? All pain is worth the cost so long as it means something, and your worth lies in he who bids you to bleed. A sacrifice, then, of your body, would not blaspheme his ownership over you; your bloodshed is, instead, only further proof of his claim.

So, in this case, it is warranted. A cry for attention, perhaps, but the roil in your intestines has not ceased since the moment that he left, and you cannot imagine any kind of continuation wherein he remains gone. You are, at your core, now, bound to him. Whenever he is gone, you are a dwindling flame that dins closer to nothing with every passing second. An empty vessel; a cordless puppet. You realize that you are breathing heavily, and force deep breaths through your aching lungs. Bill is gone. That is a fact that you cannot dispute. He is gone, and you do not know why or for what reason, and he has not heeded any of your beckons to return.

But, perhaps, there is another way to get his attention. You remove your shirt. A sight that you have grown used to greets you: your chest is hardly more than a single wound, at this point, with its myriad of greening bruises. It pains you to breathe, but you do not think that your ribs are anything more than cracked, or Bill would not have left you with them. Or so you hope, anyway. The crowning glory of your most recent wounds is on your right arm; deep in the flesh, and only barely scabbed, is a triangle. Bill had done that one himself, though, unlike the markings along your chest, it was no accident. You had been awake for this one. Heat tinges your cheeks at the memory.

That had been over two weeks ago now. The wound has scabbed, but not healed, and even that scab seems sickly. What is covered is mottled over in an ugly green-purple cover, and the exposed flesh weeps. There is a stench; you do not know much of wounds and injury, but you know infection, and this has only grown worse and worse. Swelling makes the carving look deeper than it is, and the whole thing hurts more than you can stand to touch. You pass your knuckles in front of it and can feel the heat. You had thought, at first, to try and wrap it, but Bill had said very specifically to leave it alone, and you could not stand the thought of invoking his ire, so you have not gone any farther than splashing water on it. Even that, you can hardly stand now.

You turn your attention away from your shoulder. Bill had left that mark there for you to keep, and so you will not mess with it, but the rest of your body is a soft, open canvas. Months of intermittent, mostly accidental fasting have left your body scrawnier than you had been willing to allow yourself to be before— but that was before. Before Gravity Falls, before this shack, before Bill Cipher. Every part of your life is a before, except for him. Everything else, and then only Him. You share a goal, and he shares your mind. He owns your body, and you hold a small part of his attention. The deal is mutually beneficial. Your deal is your lifeline to feeling alive. You had been dead before his light shone upon you; you had been nothing before he allowed you to give yourself to him. He had filled your empty spirit. He had shown you the path to life, and you have seen the truth; for life to continue, there must be pain. For pain, there must be something to bleed for.

You have found someone to bleed for. You have been remade and repossessed. You have found a purpose in Him; He a home in you.

It is time to call Him back.

[lilsispro]

Idk if people made W2H OCs cuz everywhere i look there like not there except for DeviantArt and 1 tumbler post (which omg I LOVE THEIR OC!! AAA SUCH A COOL CONCEPT! It was a post by @cactusdraw) which actually suprised me how little of OC are in this fandom considering the fact that it was ard the time everyone crazed abt making OCs to put into their fandom (COUGH COUGH ME COUGH COUGH.) Sooo, i figured that uhhhh i would post my OC i made a year ago that i never had the confidence to show to anyone except for my friends, they said it was a good idea to post it! That was in May- now its October 😭, so ive FINALLY built the courage to post it after 5ish months of thinking abt it, i bring to u..

Burger

Yes yes yes ik goofy name, but i like it :3 (random note but, i hate how big i drew her neck 😭 i remember trying to fix it but it looked werid so i just left it 😭)

Alright, now for lore drop for her ig!

Burger was a 16-17 year old attending Black Sheep high school, (think thats the high schools canon name-) one day she was found dead, she then went to heaven, not to long after became a fallen angel and was sent down to hell (idk if fallen angels exist- i need to ask Erica but i know shes busy but i really wanna ask in her message box in her blog 😭.) Then you know got a job to haunt people to get people down there so when hell is fully renovated it can go as one would expect.

Very basic very simple, but thats not really detailed, heres ghe detailed version bellow here instead of the basic structure: (Warning mentions of abuse, violent acts, and underage drinking)

Burger grew up in a not so stable household to say, parents were restricting, abusive, unfair, all the bad lables for crappy parents who basically to say failed at their job as a parent. So she mainly grew alone in her room learning guitar (base), and how to cook for herself and bake. She joined a band thats known around school for being cheap and decent. She also had a crush on a former band mate named Hidey. Since their band is known they have some form of social reputation around there, say in the middle of the social status of the school reputation system. One faithful day they got a commission to play at Zacks GFs party (im gonna assume he has one since hes a jock) for a few hours, they accepted. When Burger got home that day she went to go head out but then had a argument with her dad and got her guitar smashed. She ran out the house mad asf and used a near by phone booth to call her friend to get a spare guitar for her, they get the guitar and hwad to the party. They perform a few songs, everyone's happy, they get offered to stay so thru do so they dont seem rude. As Burger partied, Zacks GF dragged her to her room to speak privately, they get in the room, have a few drinks of wine after raiding the liquor cabinet a while back in the party, Zacks GF started to act a little of and before burger could say anything abt it, she gets pinned down onto the bed and gets her head slashed off. Turns out, Zacks GF had red punch looking similar to wine while she had wine,and also turns out Zacks GF hated her guts for one reason. A middle school crush on Zack. The most stupidest reason to have a grudge or kill someone over. So then she got to heaven and got a job as a guardian angel, sucked at that not even showing up to her job and instead did sinful like acts in heaven without knowing and got sent to hell becoming a fallen angel and getting a job to haunt a girl named Maria (which my friends OC) and drive her to suicide.

SO MUCH WORD OMG! But thats the detailish version of it! Maria is my friends OC like i said, she told me i could put her in so yeah. Also they dont have the best bond, simialr to socks and jons but instead of one being a joyful teasing demon, burger is a sarcastic ass, and Maria is a depressed teenager that annoyed by her demon. So basically Jonathan and Jonathan. They have some sentimental moments (AND GAY ASS MOMENTS) where they get a little connection to each other. Burgers has 2 canon connections to 2 canon characters, one with jon which is just rivals and same with sock. She basically hates their guts and constantly tries to persuaded Maria to mess with jon but failes horribly. Essentially shes a mix of Jon, Jojo, and sock in th slightest ways with the simialr characteristics/traits and the general way of acting.

Omg thats so much words i feel so bad for writing this much but ima end it off here! Also, other drawings of her

I wanna start drawing her again cuz i got the idea to put her ina a heather chandeliers costume for fun but i cant draw her hair the same way i did a while back. If i find the original drawing of her ill edit the post and pu it in! For now cya!!!

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Found Footage Movie Recommendations

The Blair Witch Project

Blair Witch

Paranormal Activity Series

Cloverfield

The Dark Tapes

V/H/S series (except for Viral, that one was terrible)

As Above, So Below

Rec

Quarantine

The Taking of Deborah Logan

The Visit

Creep and Creep 2

Troll Hunter

Grave Encounters

Grave Encounters 2

The Poughkeepsie Tapes

Hardcore Henry

Jeruzalem

The Houses October Built 1 and 2

The Last Exorcism

Diary of the Dead

The Tunnel

Behind the Mask; The Rise of Leslie Vernon

Mr. Jones

Digging Up the Marrow

Frankenstein's Army

Savageland (I think you can watch this one on YT but I haven't checked in a while)

Found Footage 3D

Hell House LLC series (I think theres FIVE now?!)

Gonjiam; Haunted Asylum

Late Night With The Devil

Host

The Deep House

Deadstream

[tethered-heartstrings]

Fanfiction Masterlist!

Total fics: 33

Total word count: 336k

Updated: October 3rd, 2024

(under the cut for length!)

newest fics have asterisks **

A Little Gold Goes a Long Way, 168k

Will Graham struggles with heroin addiction. His unending seek for peace sends him into Hannibal's arms. Can Will and Hannibal reach tranquility, or will their violent nature tear them to pieces?

Vilkatas, 18k (werewolf Hannibal)

Will finds another stray on the side of the road, but it quickly becomes more than simply adding him to the pack. The lines between man and beast and monster become blurred.

The Pulse That Sustains You, 18k (MCD, but trust me)

One of them dies, and the survivor has to cope.

What the Wind Carries, 4k

Hannibal has a nightmare about Mischa and he smokes to cope

First of Many, 2.2k

Hannibal and Will share their first kiss

**A Sacrifice, a Hunger, 6.5k

Hannibal loses Mischa, and he resorts to desperate measures to bring her back. (Hannibal x Fullmetal Alchemist) insp. by this post

Smut/NSFW:

Fever, 3k

Will is sick and begs Hannibal to take care of him

Bound, 2.7k

Will Graham is tied to a chair and Hannibal sates his hunger.

Breathe, 2.5k

Will gives Hannibal a very enthusiastic blowjob

Appetite, 3.8k

Will is needy and bratty and demands Hannibal stop cooking him dinner to sate him

To Be Seen, 5.8k

Will goes to Hannibal in distress and gets relief he didn't expect

In the Depths of the Other, 23k

After the fall, Will struggles with his feelings for Hannibal and a lifetime of telling him that a love like this could, should, never be.

Let Your Tongue Taste Salvation, 27k

Father Hannibal Lecter has his faith tested and torn when a troubled stranger walks into his church seeking reprieve.

Through My Eyes, 10k

Hannibal wants Will too see himself as Hannibal sees him, and the favor is returned.

The Blood on My Lips is Yours, 7.6k

Will and Hannibal get into a fight and fuck after

Revved Up, 4.8k

Hannibal watches Will fix the car and gets turned on

Overture, 7.1k

Hannibal takes Will to the opera and shenanigans ensue

Instinct, 5.3k

Hannibal gives Will an anatomy lesson and teaches him what he and his mouth were built for (fingers in mouth)

Smoking Ficlet Series (Complete!)

(based off this post)

My Exception, 1.6k

Will is the only person Hannibal lets smoke in the house

Third Store in a Storm, 1.6k

Hannibal preferentially smokes clove cigarettes for the symbolism, and Will readily indulges him

A Flame For Trembling Hands, 1.1k

Will loses time and finds himself at Hannibal's office. His nerves get the better of him and Hannibal lends a hand.

Surprise Inside, <1k

Hannibal gets mad when Will repeatedly leaves cigarettes in his pockets on laundry day until Will leaves Hannibal a little surprise

A Shared Flame, <1k

In the hustle of fixing up their new house in the quiet countryside, Will misplaces his lighter and has to rely on Hannibal to help him

By Candlelight, 1.1k

Will and Hannibal share a cigarette in the bath, admiring each other and cherishing the body beside them

Circle of Indulgences, <1k

Will and Hannibal share the classic cigarette after sex

Pearlescence, 1.1k

Hannibal gives Will a gift for his birthday

As Autumn Creeps, 1k

Will performs smoke tricks to distract the psychiatrist in Hannibal from prying into what's bothering him

Stunning Performance, <1k

Will relishes in watching Hannibal kill someone, a work of art in motion, while smoking a cigarette, and then rewards Hannibal by lighting his own cigarette for him

Nourish a Habit, <1k

Once lift after the fall settles down, Hannibal adopts a new hobby of growing and curing his own tobacco to sate his and Will's indulgences

Blowing Smoke, 1.6k

Will and Hannibal get stranded during a storm and decide to wrestle each other for the last cigarette

First Frolic of Spring, <1k

Will and Hannibal sit on the porch and smoke together as they watch the dogs enjoy running around in their yard for the first time since winter original HHB post

art a friend made of HHB <3

Practice and Patience, <1k

Hannibal teaches Will how to play the theremin

Guiding Light of Ember, 2k

Will has a nightmare about their dive from the cliff into the sea and smokes to cope while Hannibal soothes his fears and trembling hands

tips are greatly appreciated <3

[ahmafmohesn]

**A Journey Through Shadows**

My name is Ahmad, and I live in Gaza. As a university student, I’ve found it therapeutic to share my experiences and the struggles my family and I have faced through these wars.

In 2008, when I was just three years old, I witnessed my first war. It was a haunting experience that left a mark on my early years. The second war came in 2012, when I was seven. Then came the third war in 2014, when I was nine. The fourth war started in 2021, when I was sixteen. Now, in 2023-2024, I am nineteen, and I’ve experienced more suffering and pain in these nineteen years than anyone should in a lifetime.

The latest war began on October 7th. It started like any other day for a young man preparing for university, but it quickly turned into a nightmare. There was bombing, massacres, and chaos. We were forced to abandon everything—our lives, our jobs, our homes—and move to the southern part of Gaza, supposedly a safer zone. My family and I didn’t want to leave because we had no place to go, but we had no choice.

For nearly thirty days, we stayed in our home in the Beach Camp near the sea. Many of my relatives joined us, fleeing from the bombings and killings in the northern regions. During this time, finding water and food became extremely difficult. A new building across from the sea had a well, but accessing it was risky. So, we decided to create a makeshift water line stretching over 100 meters. We assembled it from various parts, but installing it was dangerous. We were targeted by naval shelling as we worked.

Every day, we had to walk a kilometer to fetch water, as our home was crowded with over 80 people, including children, women, and the elderly. As the bombings intensified, many of my relatives fled, but we remained. My father was determined not to leave, and only a few of us stayed behind.

As the shelling grew closer, we had to build an escape door in the wall separating our house from the neighbors. This door, built just two days before the attack, saved around twenty lives, including children and the elderly. On a quiet morning, around five o’clock, the shelling became relentless. We fled through the door with whatever belongings we could carry.

During our escape, we witnessed a massacre at a school housing displaced civilians. It was horrific to see children, women, and men injured or dead. We continued our flight through the chaos, moving towards an uncertain future. Eventually, we reached our relatives' house in the Nasr area. They had left for the south, abandoning their home, so we took refuge there.

At that point, we had no food or water. Every day, we risked our lives to get essentials while the bombs fell just a kilometer away. We lived in the garden of a five-story building, where over twenty of us squeezed into a space of about 70 square meters.

On October 11th, a day none of my relatives will ever forget, the bombing intensified dramatically. We were terrorized by leaflets urging evacuation to the south. Everyone fled except for my family, my aunt, her son, and his 2 children. The tanks and army advanced rapidly, under a heavy cover of bombardment.

In one of the attacks, my aunt lost her only son, whom she had devoted her life to raising. We searched for him under the relentless shelling, only to find out later from his wife that he had died. It was the worst day we had ever endured.

This is one story from the many I have lived through during this long-lasting war. Thank you for reading. I hope for your help, as my family and I now live in a tent without food or water.

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the original text while being compelling and clear.

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On October 26th 1779, Henry Thomas, who became known as Lord Cockburn was born at Cockpen, Midlothian.

Although primarily associated with Edinburgh, Lord Cockburn was also Rector of the University of Glasgow. He was a prominent Whig lawyer who wrote for the influential Edinburgh Review and was a friend of fellow University of Edinburgh alumni Francis Jeffrey and Henry Brougham (both of whom became Rectors of the University of Glasgow). Henry was appointed Solicitor General for Scotland in 1830 and in 1834 took his seat as a judge in the Court of Session.

His Memorials of his Time, published posthumously in 1856, brings vividly to life the personalities and politics of early Victorian Scotland.

Cockburn Street, built in the 1850s to connect the High Street with the North British Railway’s Waverley station, is also named after him. The building at the foot of the street, formerly the “Cockburn Hotel”, bears his image in profile in a stone above the entrance.(as seen in the pics)The street was briefly called Lord Cockburn Street, when the Lord was dropped I have no idea.

Cockburn had an interest in architectural conservation , particularly in Edinburgh, where several important historic buildings such as John Knox’s House and Tailors’ Hall in the Cowgate owe their continued existence to the change in attitude towards conservation which he helped bring about. The Cockburn Association (Edinburgh Civic Trust), founded in 1875, was named in his honour.

A couple of little known facts about Lord Cockburn is he successfully defended Helen McDougall, common law wife if William Burke, of Burke and Hare infamy. He was known for the comment, ‘Except that he murdered, Burke was a gentlemanly fellow.’

The late actor Russel Hunter played Cockburn in Cocky, a one-man play which was effectively a dramatization of his memoirs.

Henry Thomas died at the age of 75 at his estate in Bonaly in the Pentland Hills on 26th April 1854.

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Phantom Manor's Haunted Rave & Costume Contest.

Despite it being a small town, Blue Harbor knows how to host a big party, and Halloween is no exception. Explore the seemingly neverending halls of Phantom Manor, making your way through the rooms as it transforms from the usual haunted house attraction to a basement rave, where you can do the Monster Mash all night long! Finish the night on a high with the annual costume contest, with terrifyingly tempting prizes in first, second, and third place to be won!

IC DETAILS.

Location: Phantom Manor in Forest Lake.

Date: Thursday October 31st.

Haunted Attraction Time: 6pm - 10pm.

Haunted Rave Time: 10:30pm - 2am.

Costume Contest Time: 12am.

Sat abandoned amongst the twisted branches of the trees that make up Forest Lake is the infamous Phantom Manor. Born out of a need to bring folklore and urban legend to the sleepy Illinois town, the haunted house was built on the ground of the original stables of the old Meadowview Farm, and has become a community staple ever since. From sundown, groups of up to twelve are encouraged by a tour guide to explore the creepy cemetery, the haunted hallways, and the disturbing dance hall, where it’s rumored that the grand piano plays a hauntingly beautiful tune by itself. The ghost tour concludes at 10pm, and thus that is when the doors to the decrepit dungeon opens…

Below the manor, in a soundproof room, is an experience guaranteed to make your heart race and your hairs stand on end! Not so much frightening but rather freaky, it is the annual Halloween Rave! Changing locations every year, it is found this year under Phantom Manor, where the only spirits found are in the creepy cocktails on offer. Bright lights, glow sticks, props and more, the rave highly encourages you to dress to kill because…

The annual costume contest will be held during this petrifying party, with the winner being announced as the clock strikes midnight! The grand prize is a $100 drinks voucher to Aurora and a night of VIP luxuries, with second place winning a $50 drinks voucher to Aurora, and third place wins a frighteningly fun Halloween hamper, full of all the necessities for the spooky season!

OOC DETAILS.

Event Length: Friday, October 25th - Monday, November 4th.

Start Time: 12pm ( est ), 5pm ( gmt ).

To have your muse enter the costume contest, simply tag your post showcasing the fit with #costumecontest.bh. Posts can be in whatever format fits best whether it be a collage board, an IC Instagram post, or however you want to express your character’s wardrobe. Results for the contest will be posted Tuesday November 5th at 5pm est.

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