#spain haunted

[renonv]

Here comes the Sun himself ☀️

glassless versión

[yellow-dejavu]

[moonmausoleum]

The Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi

During one of the biggest witch trials in Spain, there was one place that was thought to be more filled with witchcraft than others. In the so-called Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi in the Basque country, it was said that witches gathered for sabbaths.

During one of the biggest witch trials in Spain, there was one place that was thought to be more filled with witchcraft than others. In the so-called Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi in the Basque country, it was said that witches gathered for sabbaths and akellares. The witch hunt hit Europe hard, and Spain was no different. The Inquisition in Spain was brutal and perhaps one of the darkest chapters…

[lgbtpopcult]

10 Best WLW Shows You can Binge Right Now

10. Atypical

9. Yellowjackets

8. Derry Girls

7. The Owl House

6. Fingersmith BBC miniseries

5. The haunting of Bly Manor

4. The Last of Us

3. Skam España

2. Harley Quinn Animated Series

1. Gap the Series

[residentfurry]

despite it all, i fear you still.

[endofbeginings]

"Yes, next time. The important thing is that you return, Raimunda"

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[quatregats]

Beloved mutual experiencing the pain of CS Forester writing things about Spain and I am relieving every single moment of reading Ship of the Line in vivid detail

[shecansteponmyface]

ok but can we talk about the shaky breath ava took before telling bea “let me go”, almost as if she was willing herself to want it too, knowing its for the best but not wanting to leave the woman she loves. the hand she places over bea’s, because touch is everything to ava, and if she’s gonna die or hurtle into some inter-dimensional hellscape, the last thing she feels is gonna be bea’s hand in hers.

and then the way we see bea looking at her, her eyes full of anguish and the way she cant stop herself from shaking her head. “no. i can’t let you go. i can’t.” she runs her fingers across ava’s cheek, wiping the tears off her face, “i dont want you to go.” “don’t leave me.” but of course, she knows that if there’s any chance of seeing ava alive again, she has to let her go. so she nods, convincing herself this is the right thing, and she says, “be free.” because i dont want you confined to a bed and four walls again. because i want you to be safe and healthy. because i need you to come back to me.

and so bea lets ava go.

[renonv]

Bringing back an old ass Demon au from 2018.. and making it worse ❤️

Part 2

[helianskies]

Alone

They sit on opposite sides of a door.

"I'm not leaving," one says, leaning against that which cruelly separates them. "I am not going to leave you here alone."

"You have to," the other replies, muffled, solemn. "It's my fault, I should have been faster."

"No," the first returns. He feels anger, but only towards himself. "I let go. I let go of your hand…"

"…I don't blame you for this. Not for any of it, okay?" the second concludes. "Please don't stay for me. You have to go on for all of us, Tonho."

And just like that, Antonio starts to cry. It feels impossible, the end of the road. His eyes well up, his cheek twitches, he clenches his fists, his chest burns, and he tries not to make a sound. He does not want to succumb to his frustration, just as… he does not want João to picture his sadness through the mechanised door that has locked, and split them up for good.

This fate is not the fate that João deserves. None of them have deserved this. And now, thanks to a dangerous hiss and a protecting shove, Antonio is the only one who is still alive from their humble crew of seven.

"I don't want you to be here," João then starts to say. Unlike Antonio, his own pain is not masked, and it only breaks the other's heart more. "I don't want you to be here when this module is… is disengaged, do you understand?"

"No," Antonio protests again, however. "I told you, I— I am not leaving you here alone. I— I-I—" 

A wave hits him. He has to stop, hand smacking against metal, and try to swallow it down before his grief consumes him and steals his voice. But it is hard. It is so, so hard. 

They have known each other for so long, and so deeply, that for this to be how they say 'goodbye' to each other feels like death. And it is death. It is inevitable, and more terrifying than Space itself.

How it has come to this remains a mystery that Antonio fears may never be solved. A malicious computer virus, a sentient programme, a sadistic piece of malware—whatever it is, it has spent the last hour slowly picking them all off and now—a severed oxygen supply, an airlock release, and even a fatal crushing—… and now only Antonio, a lone technician, remains.

They have been up there, sailing amongst the stars on the space station, for a week. The whole mission itself was supposed to last six months—an unthinkable period of time. Earth has never felt so far away as it does now…

"I can't do this," Antonio finally squeezes out, throat aching, eyes sore. "I can't do this without you, a-and I won't!"

"Tonho, please. Please, just do as I ask," João pleads with him all the same. His voice seems to draw nearer, as though he is right up against the door—right up against Antonio's cold ears. "I know it's hard—I know, okay?" There is a fresh tremor to his words, a wound. "And I know, I-I know you want to stay, b… but you can't. You can't…"

His head hits the door in denial. "I can," Antonio cries out to him, "I can stay. I can stay with you—!"

"I don't want you to hear—"

"I don't want you to die!"

It feels like death, and it is death. It breathes against the back of his neck as he breaks under the weight of so many things unsaid, and that he struggles to say now when they matter most. The cracks leak endless tears and violent sobs as the emergency lighting switches on around them both. 

The red taunts him. It means they are not alone.

He tries to control his shaking.

"Tonho…?"

His vision is blurred by his pain. His fingernails scratch at the metal panelling between them.

"Do you remember what we were talking about yesterday?" João asks him. "Last night, in the lab?"

He does, but the memory feels like only another rope around his neck. 

"Remember the stars," the other goes on,  nevertheless, "and how beautiful they are? You… always used to dream of seeing them as a ki—"

"I don't want to think about the past," Antonio warns.

João hums and states quite finally, "There… isn't really anything else left for us now, Antonio…"

It hurts. It hurts so damn much that the crack widens and Antonio punches the door. He does not fight the yelp or tears that are earned.

It just isn't fair. And João, of all people, deserves so much more—deserves life. He… He wasn't sure about this mission when it first presented itself, but it had been Antonio who had convinced him to go, who had told him, the stars will look so beautiful, and who had held his hand when they had taken off and left everything they'd known behind them. And now, there is no turning back. There is no reset. There is no… no amount of apologies that will fix it all…

"…João…?"

"Yes?"

"Do you… regret this?"

"Which part?" he asks. "Us? Or the stars?"

Antonio could have smiled at how stupid but wondrous those words are. Maybe he even does, for just a tiny moment—maybe he remembers after all the lingering gazes, the private conversations, the kind and guiding hands, the love he's known for years—but if so, it does not last, even if he wants it to. Even if he wants nothing else for the rest of his short life.

"Zone 2-A disengaging in one minute."

It sends him into a frenzy, wild, rabid.

"No no no no no! Y-You can't do that—don't do that, please!"

"Tonho—"

"I can't lose you! I refuse to lose you, too!"

"It's okay," João almost coos to him, "i-it's okay!"

But how can it be? Before they know it, João will be jettisoned off into open, endless space with no way to escape, no supplies to survive, and only enough oxygen for maybe a few minutes once the module is severed from the internal systems. So how can it be okay? How can anything be okay?

"Listen to me," the other continues to say through Antonio's panic, "none of this is your fault. I-I've loved every moment of it," João says like it's a promise, "just as I've loved every moment with you."

The tears restart. The pain strikes again. "I wanted us to— to grow old together," Antonio tells him. "I wanted to sail around the world with you, a-and follow your dreams, too!"

"And we will, one day," the other claims. "I know we will. This isn't the end."

"It is! It is the end!" Antonio persists, nevertheless. It is the end, and it feels like death, and it is death. "God, I— I-I'm so sorry, João, I'm sorry—"

"It's okay."

"—I-I thought we were invincible—"

"I love you."

"Zone 2-A disengaging in thirty seconds."

"—we were supposed to survive—"

"I love you…"

"—you— I—" Antonio swallows. "I love you, too. I-I love you, too, João…"

"Then stay brave for me," the other gently requests of him—a near-dying wish. "You… You know what you have to do… don't you?"

And he does. Of course he does. But the thought is frightful when he must walk that path alone.

"Chin up, benzinho. I know you can do it. You know you can do it."

"I'm scared, I-I don't want to go… I don't want it to end…"

"Zone 2-A disengaging in fifteen seconds."

"Neither do I. But it has to," João urges, "and when it does, I will be waiting for you."

Antonio bites back a sob, a splutter. His palm falls flat against the door, wanting to reach through to the other, and it is as though he can feel João doing the same. He can feel his warmth, his comfort. 

"Do you promise…?" Antonio asks, his voice so, so quiet.

And João, his everything, says, "I will always wait for you."

"Zone 2-A disengaging. Goodbye, Commander."

"João!"

"Go, go! I-I love you!"

"I love you, too!" Antonio cries out as mechanisms hiss— "João!" —and locks break off— "João!" —and metal clinks and clatters— "João!" —and steals away the only good thing left in his life.

His tears are unstoppable, much like his screams. Everything leaves him—his energy, his resolve, his will to go on. It feels like death, and it will be death if he follows protocol and completes the mission that no one could have imagined them having.

He knows he has to do it. He swears he can hear João yelling at him still, to go, go, go! It is impossible. And yet, it is real. It is so real, and the lingering voice—the aching pleas begging him to move—somehow, by some miracle, even through his grief, soon brings him to his feet.

The pain is still raw. His throat still burns, it still aches. Tears are far from slowing. Fingers still grasp at the door  in the vain hope it could open and reveal João, still there, still with him…

…but João is right. He's always right. And right there and then, alone on a space station, there is only one thing left for Antonio to do: get to the command module and initiate emergency protocol: Erasure. 

It will feel like death, and it will be death. But at least… at least João will be waiting for him, no…?

The red lighting eases. It does not vanish entirely, but it eases, like a sudden hand on a shoulder, or the eye of a storm.

"Zone 2-A has been successfully disengaged. Tell me, sir, how would you like to proceed?"

Antonio does not provide an answer. Instead, he whispers a final apology to someone he prays will hear him, be it now or in another place, and he starts to walk himself, slow, begrudging, anxious, towards his ultimate goal. Go, João cheers him on, and be brave.

That is how Antonio chooses to proceed. That is how Antonio intends to put things right.

[ final wordcount, 1699 words; also on ao3! ]

[moonmausoleum]

The Haunted Rocafort Metro Station in Barcelona

Ghost stations, ghost passengers and ghosts on the platform. The metro line in Barcelona has been thought to be haunted almost as soon as it opened. And no other station is said to be more haunted than the Rocafort Metro Station. 

Ghost stations, ghost passengers and ghosts on the platform. The metro line in Barcelona has been thought to be haunted almost as soon as it opened. And no other station is said to be more haunted than the Rocafort Metro Station.  This hidden gem of the city’s underground transport system holds a chilling history that will send shivers down your spine. From ghostly apparitions to unexplained…

[lionsongfr]

TFW you missed out on an awesome skin because the artist is only doing a single 10 print and now it is full and you missed it and Tidelord damn it.

[thefluxqueen]

occasionally I just remember the ending of ONE and clutch my chest and stare off into space for a few minutes

[dindadjarin]

the emotional damage the first 35 minutes of tlou gave me is unparalleled

[shurple]

ptv and Rain Drops Dancing on a Tin Roof — Rain in Spain, Rain and Chill, Rain Recordings, Rainfall, Flows of Sleep, Rain Sound Studio

wait lets use that spotify stats page i want to know what everyone’s long term most listened to artist and track are! mine are the cure + “the river the woods” by astronautalis

[randomtimes-com]

Casa de las Siete Chimeneas: the dark legend of Madrid

Known as the Casa de las Siete Chimeneas, this haunted 16th-century manor has a dark, mysterious past….

Although a visit to the “Casa de las Siete Chimeneas”, or House of the Seven Chimneys, can be tricky to organize, its most notable feature can be seen directly from the street. Passing by, you can easily recognize it by it’s red brick façade, and of course by it’s seven chimneys. The building, which stands right in the heart of central Madrid, owes its name to the chimneys that represent the…