#double bubble toil and trouble and whatever

[soullessjack]

a beautiful woman named Turn Off DMs keeps calling to me

[hello-universe-lovers]

doodle request: witch and opportunist over a cauldron chanting "Double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble" while laughing maniacally.

bonus points if you also have like, anyone at all, switching the lights on and seeing these two motherfuckers doing whatever they're doing at 3am

even more bonus points if that lucky someone ends up being a jumpscared paranoid

You give me a Hocus Focus reference and NOT say I include Thorn as the third witch? For shame Nevvey/j

But anyway

Midnight girldinner/j

[mxmorbidmidnight]

For whatever reason my tics will fixate on act 4 scene 1 of Macbeth. I will be doing whatever then suddenly:

"Double double toil and trouble fire burn and cauldron bubble."

or alternatively

"eye of newt and toe of frog"

Then my personal favourite:

"by the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes. Open, locks. Whoever knocks

[thepaintedlady00]

Nightshade

Chapter 17 | Chapter 19

Chapter 18: Double Double Toil And Trouble

TW: as per usual language, drinking, smoking, mention of drugs, some depictions of abuse this chapter, some gangish stuff, violence, flashbacks, a hint of suicidal tendencies, some blood, use of a slur (the F slur), Eddie's a flirty asshole but we love him, some deep conversations with Daddy Oz & a tender moment or two, costumes, fake horror (it's Halloween y'all), supportive friends that also make fun of each other, some smutty themes 👀 Enjoy the wild ride that is this chapter y'all! I edited it really quick so please ignore any mistakes I missed! AO3 is also not working for me. I know they've been having issues all day and I'm not sure if they've fixed it or not yet, but I'll be keeping my eyes peeled and will get this chapter up there as soon as possible.

Edit: It is now up on AO3!

"-Fire burn and cauldron bubble!" Quinn wiggled her fingers in my face, dramatically cackling.

I brushed her hands away, shaking my head at her dramatics as I reminded her, "Halloween is still like four days away."

"So?" She questioned. "I'm not allowed to be in the spooky spirit?"

"You're allowed to be in whatever spirit you wanna be as long as you keep that spirit outta my face," I responded.

She put her hands up at her sides, eyes widening and brow arching. "Well damn! Somebody's grumpy today!"

I shook my head. "I'm not grumpy."

"Spill it," she urged, leaning on the hostess stand.

Normally I'd just wait her out. An easy enough thing to do, considering Quinn's impatience. Sadly, that wasn't an option when she stood inside my workplace just an hour before we were supposed to open back up for the night. So, with a careful look over my shoulder at the bar where Nicky polished glasses, and Jake began pre-slicing the garnishes, I sighed. "I'm playing nice with Simone, and she's been… Taxing today."

With a glance at the second floor, where the blonde was setting tables Quinn smirked. "Want me to hit her?"

"No!" I growled. "What part of playing nice would make you think hitting her is a good idea?"

"I never said it was a good idea," Quinn defended. "It'd be fun, though."

"It would," I whined, planting my face on the hostess stand. "It really would."

My friend gave me a pat on the back, carefully rubbing my shoulders. "What'd she do this time?"

I shrugged. "She's just… Everywhere. Helping me with my jewelry in the locker room, insisting on doing my hair, reminding me to double-check the reservations, to smile, and just everything."

"Okay, that's annoying," she agreed. "Why the fuck is she doing all that now?"

"I opened the door," I replied bitterly. It was a term Quinn, and I had used often, mostly referencing relationships with people we knew were going to be toxic as hell. Opening the door was essentially allowing someone with a reputation for turning your offered step into a mile a chance to do so again.

Quinn was notorious for chasing off men Prue had unintentionally opened the door for, while she herself opened the door to very few. Those she did open it to were usually the worst sort of people. People like Simone.

She clicked her tongue and shook her head at me. "It's been a hot minute since you opened the door. I think I'm gonna gloat."

I deserved that. The last time Quinn let an ex get away with too much, I was pretty smug about it. "Gloat away."

Her eyes narrowed. "It's no fun if you're fine with it. The least you could do is make some fuss."

"Holy shit, would you ju-"

"Lena," Simone interrupted with a polite smile. "So sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to remind you that it's the Peterson's anniversary tonight, so we'll want to show them an extra warm welcome."

Grinding my teeth through the smile, I nodded. "Thank you for reminding me. I'll make a note of it." Again. I thought, thinking about the four other times she'd reminded me.

"Excellent," Simone said, carefully lifting a hand to fix my hair before she set off toward the kitchen. Jake smiled at her as she passed, and that smile slowly extended to me.

"Jesus, look at that dumb smile," Quinn said, peering over my shoulder at Jake. "You're so fucked."

“Royally fucked.”

“He looks like he’s gonna start asking you to hang out with her for like… fun.”

I jabbed my finger in her face. “Don’t even say that!”

She rolled her eyes and slapped my hand away. “Relax, I’m sure he’ll take your polite refusal very well. It’s her I’m worried about. She’s treating you like a doll. It’s creepy.”

Olive strolled out of the kitchen as if on cue, smiling at Simone’s glare. “Yeah, well, considering the recent loss of her other plaything, I’d say it’s to be expected. After everything I said to her, I just didn't think I'd be her next target."

“It’s still working here?” Quinn asked in a seething tone as Olive made her way toward us.

“Hello,” she said, smug and self-important and very… Simone like. She looked Quinn up and down, taking in the sight of her witch attire. “Making some fun plans for Halloween?”

Quinn’s tongue was quicker and sharper than mine as she sized up the faux red-haired woman. “We already know what our plans are for Halloween.”

Olive smiled, foolishly meeting Quinn’s challenge. “Let me guess, a party at that run-down, old bar?”

"Yep.”

“Sounds interesting may-”

“You even think about showing up, and I'll tear that ugly ass red off your head faster than you can say desperate."

Olive took a moment to consider her opponent, likely thinking Quinn would be less of a threat because of her "simple" dancing background. That, of course, left out the years of fighting she'd done to survive in this city with no connections. Quinn took a step forward, that crazy gleam in her eyes and a smug smile tugging up the corners of her lips. Try it. She dared without words, but Olive heard it. She heard the crazed and wild challenge in Quinn, and with an abrupt clearing of her throat, she backed down. “I wouldn’t set foot in that bar again even if someone paid me. Besides, I have other plans."

Quinn nodded, a winning smile spreading on her lips, bearing her teeth to Olive. "I'm sure you do."

Quinn's body relaxed the second she was gone, and she nudged my shoulder. “Don’t forget we’ve got the hat drawing tonight.”

“Right,” I sighed. “What are the choices again?”

“Fuck if I know. That’s Prue’s department, remember?”

“Shit. That means we’re in for some very elaborate choices.”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

I gave her a look. “Says the woman that had to come up with a whole ass Sailor Moon costume in like three days.”

She nodded, chuckling at the memory. “Riiiigghhtt. We really should do costume picking earlier, shouldn’t we?”

“Probably.”

Her eyes drifted to Jake, and that sly smile returned. “If you could get your pretty bartender to dress up as something, what would it be?”

I glanced at him, focusing on that dark hair, the quickness of his hands as he sliced the lime in front of him, those deep waves of focused blue eyes… He glanced up, catching my gaze for a split second as I turned away. “Jake’s not going to dress up. He’s far too grown up for that sort of thing.”

“Would you just humor me for once?” Quinn complained. “What would you die to see him dress up as?”

“You know this answer!” I insisted, giving her that look.

She knew instantly what I meant, rolling her eyes. “Egon from Ghostbusters. I should have known.”

I shook my head, blushing slightly at the mention of my old childhood crush. “Shut up! At least my answer is simple, unlike your insane fantasy about the Scooby Doo gang."

Quinn smirked, biting her lip at the lewd thought my words brought back to her mind. She shrugged. "I'm bisexual. Sue me."

She moved past me, heading toward the bar. "Where are you going?"

"I've gotta give my girl a goodbye kiss," she replied with a dumb happy smile.

"Disgusting," I teased, watching her approach Ari, who beamed at the sight of her.

Sasha sashayed out from the main dining room, making a face at the display in front of him. "Ugh, young love. Absolutely horrifying, isn't it?"

My eyes drifted to Jake as he sent me a quick wink. "Yeah, it's the fucking worst."

*

Jake was in unusually high spirits. It was an odd feeling, the lack of weight on his chest, the ability to breathe freely for the first time in a long time. It was so odd that he sometimes caught himself holding his breath, waiting for an ache… For something to force that pressure back onto him. But then he just had to look at the beam of red hair standing at the hostess stand, and air filled his lungs again.

Lena was like a beacon, bathed in the low afternoon sunlight. She stood at the hostess stand, her shoulders holding a visible tension as she quietly worked. The stiffness Lena held whenever Simone would speak to her didn't go unnoticed. In fact, it was something that made him tense as well. Jake would always hold his breath for a few seconds, watching closely for signs either woman was bearing their breaking point with the other.

Simone was calm and polite, as she always was, and while Lena mirrored that, he could tell it was something that didn't feel as natural to her. Still, he appreciated the gesture more than she would ever know. It wasn't until Quinn strolled through the front door, dressed in a cheap witch costume, that he saw that tension lift even just a little. He couldn't hear their conversation, but it was Quinn, so he could only assume it was something mildly inappropriate.

As he worked, he caught her multiple glances, smirking at each obvious one. Jake liked her glances - liked the way his body felt beneath the crystal-like gaze of her stare. It made him feel important and desired and perhaps even a bit naked. Lena was the only person, aside from Simone, that could read him as though he were an open book. She saw every emotion and could practically read his mind all with her eyes. An addictive feeling, one he had no quarrel in chasing after.

Quinn happily made her way past the redhead, moving straight for Ari with purpose in her heeled steps. He wasn't at all surprised when she pulled the curly-haired woman into a sweet and lustful kiss. For a quick moment, Jake imagined what it would be like to kiss Lena like that. Out in the open, unafraid and uncaring of who saw them… 

This thought was quickly washed away by the sound of Quinn's hand clapping on top of the bar. "You look awfully chipper today."

"I was having a very good time til you showed up," He teased.

She rolled her eyes. "Please, if anything, I've improved your day just by stopping by."

"Whatever you say."

"So, got any plans for Halloween?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Got a costume in mind?"

Jake shook his head, continuing his work. "I don't do costumes."

Quinn acted surprised, but he could tell she wasn't. "Why not? They're so fun!"

"I'm not thirteen anymore," Jake replied with a flippant scoff.

Quinn's face hardened slightly, an offended and protective look filling her eyes with fire. "You should be more grateful. Some people don't get a chance to be thirteen." His head tilted slightly, noting her words but more so the tiny look over her shoulder at Lena. Interesting. "Anyway. I have a question for you."

"Which is?"

"What costume do you think our darling redhead would look good in this year?"

His eyes slid to Lena, taking in her form as she squabbled with Sasha. From where he stood, she looked like an angel, bathed in light, bright and glowing. "You ever see that Romeo and Juliet movie?"

Quinn's face scrunched up slightly as she chuckled. "The one with Leonardo Dicaprio?"

"Yeah." He shrugged, suddenly feeling silly. "She'd look good as Juliet. You know, from that scene where they first meet or whatever."

"The angel," she replied, looking at her friend. "A wonderful suggestion. See? I knew you'd be helpful."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Have a good day, witch."

She called, giving Ari one last kiss and a soft look. "See you tonight?"

Ari smiled wider and nodded. "Of course."

"Goodbye, servants!" Quinn hollered to the rabble, kissing Lena's cheek as she left.

Even after the door had closed, Ari was still smiling, a bright look in her eyes he hadn't seen even when she was high out of her mind. A longing, but a fulfilled-looking one. He would never admit it, but part of him felt jealous, a feeling he buried as he turned to catch another of Lena's glances.

*

I swiftly carried the plates back into the kitchen, gingerly setting them down on the table for Scott to glare at. “Table four says the chicken is dry.”

“God fucking…” He huffed, turning and tossing the food in the garbage. “Refire, two chicken!”

My eyes wandered to the station near the back, where a bright-colored bandana was still absent. “Is Isaac not here?”

Scott just shook his head, hurriedly working on the steady stream of dishes. “Said he was sick or something. I dunno. It’s been a few days, though. Have you not heard from him?”

“I called, but it just went straight to voicemail. He texted me an hour later with the same response.”

“Well, at least he’s got the sense to keep whatever he’s got out of my kitchen.”

I stared at the cook standing in my friends' normal place, focusing on the heavy pit that filled my gut. Isaac loved this job. There was nothing that could keep him away, not even a little case of the sniffles. If he was gone, for a whole week, no less, then there was something big going on. Whether that was some sickness, like he said, or something worse, I didn’t know. But, then and there, as I turned on my heel, I decided that after service, I was going to find out.

The night was long, filled with too many people that overcrowded the bar and the entryway. I triple-checked the reservation book, searching the pages for all the names of the guests that showed up claiming to have made a reservation. It was hell trying to appease them and investigate the sudden and unexplainable amount of individuals claiming to have been booked.

While I saw to the guests' comfort, Howard did some investigating. He asked who each guest spoke to when making their reservation but got multiple names of the morning hostess as well as a few prestigious servers that sometimes handled reservation calls. There was a string of phone calls made after that, asking them why they wouldn't check the books before making such reservations, but all of them claimed to have done so and found the time slots empty. There was something deeper going on, but I chose to let Howard handle it so I could focus on Isaac.

Once things started moving, they didn't stop. Everything flew by in a rush of bodies and fake pleasantries, but I hardly noticed any of it. I'd slipped to the back to text Isaac one last time. I have a hot meal from Nana to help you feel better. Can I stop by after my shift?

I expected to be kept waiting again, as all of us that had texted or called him had, but Isaac's reply was instant. That's nice, but I'm not really feeling very hungry. Best to stay away so you don't get what I've got.

That was the final straw. Isaac had been part of our group for years. He'd dated my brother, and never once in all that time did he turn away a meal from Nana or the chance at having company to help him feel better. Something was wrong. I didn't reply, opting to just show up anyway and deal with whatever he was going through when I got there.

I rushed through the last of service and hurried up to the locker room, stripping out of my lavender gown before anyone else even got upstairs. I rushed the dry cleaning bag to Howard's office along with the earrings and necklace he'd lent me. While everyone else passed to get to the locker room, I was already making my way to the front door.

Nicky noted my quick pace with a chuckle and a glass. “Slow down, Red. You move any faster, and we’ll have to replace the carpet.”

“Can’t tonight, Nick,” I replied, drawing Jake’s attention. “I got something I gotta handle.”

Jake turned, looking me up and down with tight-knit brows. “What’s goin' on?”

I shrugged. “Dunno yet. I’m gonna go check up on Isaac. It’s been like a week since anyone's seen him.”

“He lives out in Queen’s, doesn’t he?” Jake asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll come with.”

I smirked. “Yeah?”

He nodded, tossing me his jacket. “Yeah. Wait for me.”

While Jake changed, I hopped behind the bar to help Nicky clean everything up. I asked him about how things were at home and listened while the older man gushed about his daughters. He reminded me of my dad in moments like this, ones where the love he had for his family was practically pouring out of his eyes. While it was painful to linger on the memories of my dad and the hole now left in my heart his death left me with, I felt a sense of relief that Nicky’s children likely wouldn't know the horrors too many of us had.

Jake strolled out from the kitchen, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand while he held his jacket in the other. From the bar, I could hear Sasha’s taunting. “You really don’t have to come.”

“I know.”

“There any particular reason why you’re so adamant about joining me?” I asked as we walked out the front door.

“Queen’s is a sketchy neighborhood.”

“I think I can handle a few thugs,” I assured him.

Jake rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Put the jacket on. It’s cold out.”

I grinned, shoving my arms into his leather jacket. “Yes, mother. Oh, we gotta stop by Nana’s real quick.”

With a genuine smile, Jake turned down the street. “Good, she owes me a dessert.”

“Nana owes you a dessert?” I asked, tucking my hands into the warmth of his sleeves.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “She lost a bet.”

“Nana bet you?!”

With a chuckle, the bartender shrugged. “It was just over Quinn’s cake. She bet I wouldn’t find one Quinn liked, and I bet I could. Obviously, given how my shirt ended up covered in mascara stains, I won.”

I smiled up at him, watching the city lights bathe his face in that light that just made him look irresistible. “I’m kind of impressed.”

That devilish grin made my heart skip a beat as Jake replied, "That's what impresses you? Not my good looks or my bartending skill?"

"You know, I almost forgot about your superiority complex." I pinched my fingers together. "Just a little bit."

"Well, guess I'll have to dial it up then."

"Guess so," I said with a fearless grin. "Wouldn't want anyone to forget how amazing you are."

The diner was filled with people when we arrived, a bustling hub of family and food, and fun. We didn't even have a real chance to get through the door before Nana pulled us both into her arms, whispering her prayers. "Oh, my sweet children!"

I borrowed into her spiced perfume and her warmth, letting that rare and fleeting feeling of peace fill me. "How's your night going, Nana?"

She pulled away, holding both mine and Jake's cheeks. "Better now that I have seen you both. Are you staying for dinner?"

"I'm actually here to grab some soup for Isaac."

"Yes," she replied with a thoughtful hum. "Quinn told me he has been ill. I'll pack all his favorites! And you," she pointed at Jake. "I assume you'll want your dessert as well?"

Jake chuckled. "Only if it isn't too much trouble."

Waving him off with an Arabic curse, she smiled. "What do you want, sweet boy?"

"I'll let the expert decide," he deferred, gesturing to me.

"Do you have any sumac left?"

"Lemon?" She assumed correctly.

"You know me too well, Nana."

"Of course I do!" She hurried to the back, emerging with a pile of food and to-go boxes. Jake and I stepped up to the counter and helped her pack it all when she gave me a sly look. "On the topic of wants and knowing, I've meant to ask… What do you want for your birthday this year, my Habibi?"

I sighed and gave her a stiff smile. "You already know my answer, Nana."

"Hadha maratan 'ukhraa?" She sighed and stroked my cheek. "'Ant nur watastahiqu aliahtifal."

I knew the rough translation, having heard the words so many times before. You are a light, and you deserve celebrating. Ignoring the pang of guilt and sorrow, her words filled me with, I nodded to the back. "I'm gonna go say hi to Abdul."

"So I get no answer?"

Rolling my eyes, I kissed her cheek. "I gave you an answer eanzat eajuz eanida."

Nana whirled, the newspaper already rolled and raised to hit me as she shouted after me. "I am no old goat!"

Laughing to myself, I slid into the kitchen where Abdul and the other young cooks were pushed together, slaving over the food.

*

Jake watched Lena scurry away from the old woman with a smile. Nana returned the newspaper to the small holder and shook her head. "Such mischief!"

"She is quite mischievous," he replied.

"Stubborn, too," Nana added, shaking her head. "Every year, I ask what she wants for her birthday. A tradition for all of my extended children, and every year that girl tells me the same thing."

Jake leaned forward slightly. "What does she say?"

"She says: Don't fuss! I don't need anything, Nana."

With a shrug, he considered her reply. "Maybe she just doesn't want anything."

The old woman frowned and shook her head, a deep sorrow filling her eyes as she looked up at him. "No, that is not what it is."

"What is it then?"

She cursed herself quietly. "You are a smart boy, Jake. By now, it is no secret to you that our Lena's past is… It is complicated."

Looking over at the door the redhead disappeared through he nodded. "Yeah, so I've been told."

"It is no one's story to tell but hers," she insisted. "But, you will need to know that her birthday is a very painful and very joyous day."

"Patrick said it was when she got back. Where was she before?"

"An evil place," Nana said with bitter anger. With a quick shake of her head, she muttered another prayer before that anger quickly shifted to pride. "Our girl is so strong. Yet, she still feels the pain that those lost years brought. So, when she says she does not want anything… It is not what she truly feels. She wants so much but does not feel she deserves it because of what was done to her… Because of what she has done."

Jake frowned, the two refocusing on packing the food. In the silence of his own mind, the answers he had raged against the questions that lingered until the words were practically forced from him. "Who was he? The asshole that hurt her?"

Nana met his gaze of burning fire with one of her own. "A man I pray every day you will never have to meet."

*

With the food in hand, Jake and I caught a cab. The drive was quiet, filled with the smell of Nana's food and whatever clearly cheap cologne the cabbie had doused himself in. It felt awkward between us, Jake's playful mood having faded since I returned from the kitchen at Nana's. I could only assume it was because of worry about Isaac or something else that he simply didn't want to talk about at the moment. So, I swallowed my questions and shifted my focus to Isaac.

We approached the apartment with caution. It wasn’t the worst place I’d seen, but it was still very obviously run down and housing multiple gang affiliates. As I knocked, the scuff marks on Isaac’s door made my heart hammer in my chest. “Isaac! It’s Lena and Jake. We've got the food from Nana's.”

There wasn’t an answer, so I knocked again. Jake looked around, taking note of the way a few of the gang members stared at us. “Maybe he’s not home.”

From behind the door, I could hear the floor breaking with movement. With a sigh and a more gentle knock, I said, "Isaac… I don't know what's going on, but… We're here for you. All of us."

The locks clicked, and the door slowly opened, revealing my friend's black and blue swollen face. "Jesus."

A rough sob escaped Isaac's throat, pushing me into action as I stepped into his apartment and pulled him into me. "It's okay. I've got you. I've got you, Isaac."

Jake stayed standing while I sat beside Isaac on his couch and held him. I could tell this wasn’t his first time handling a situation like this, but no matter how many times he’d seen such, he still didn’t know what to do. No one did. I stroked Isaac’s hair and let him cry as he tearfully attempted to apologize for lying to us all. “I’m so sorry, Lee… I-”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Isaac,” I replied instantly. “Nothing.”

He wiped his nose with his long sleeve, only highlighting the cuts on his fingers. “I just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

I nodded into his head and gently pulled him back to look at him. “What happened?”

“It-”

“Don’t even try to tell me it’s nothing.” I shook my head. “This is not nothing.”

Nodding solemnly, he sighed. “My ex-boyfriend recently moved back to the city and heard I was doing well. He’s a toxic narcissist, so that obviously didn’t sit well. Apparently, he took it as some sort of insult or something and tracked me down. Almost busted my door down, and then he and some of his buddies beat the shit out of me.” Tears filled his eyes, and the far-off look in them told me everything I needed to know. “They said they’d be coming back, so I just… locked the door and hoped for the best… you know?”

"Did you call Dom?"

Isaac nodded, roughly wiping his eyes. "He said he'd take care of it. I tried calling him a few days ago, but he never answered."

Stay calm, I reminded myself. Dom was a busy man. He had his business to run, other gangs to keep his eyes on, and his attention was still on making sure Tony stayed gone. He cared about Isaac, about all of us, and if he told him he was figuring it out, then he was. These simple reminders did little to keep the frustrated anger from boiling up in my chest. If Dom was too busy to fix this, I'd do it myself. "Give me a name."

"No! Lena!" Isaac gripped my hands tightly. "I don't want you to get involved."

"Isaac." I gently touched his cheek, grinding my teeth together at the way he flinched. "Give me his name. Please."

"He could hurt you," the man insisted. "I would never be able to forgive myself if he hurt you, Lena."

I smiled a gesture that barely concealed my rage. "He won't hurt me. Please. Let me help."

The room was deathly still for a moment as Isaac cried. "Aaron. Aaron Walsh. He lives a few blocks away. But… He - he's got gang protection. You'll never get near him."

I pulled my phone from my pocket. "Yes, I will."

Jake took my place on the couch, holding an ice pack out to Isaac and calmly offering him any reassurance he could think of. "Come on, I'll help you pack a bag."

The phone rang three times before a grunting voice picked up. "This better be important," I could hear a female voice in the background, moaning as she demanded to know why the hell he answered a call. "I'm in the middle of something."

"Eddie," I replied. "It's me."

"Lena!" He cheered with another grunt. "Been a while, kid."

"Yeah, yeah, pull your dick out of whatever hooker you've got tonight and meet me at Ozzy's."

The man laughed. "Bossy, bossy! I take it this isn't a social call."

I sighed, punching the bridge of my nose. "Bring Alexi and Igor."

He shushed the woman. "This is serious, then? Give me a name."

"Aaron Walsh." I looked over my shoulder at Jake as he helped Isaac pack his bag. "I want to be there."

"Is the big bad Lena coming out of her shell?" Eddie mocked before he continued in Russian, sifter than before. "You know what tonight will be. Are you sure you're up for that?"

"I'm not stupid. Get your shit and meet me at Ozzy's." I replied.

"What about him?" Eddie asked, his voice growing tense. "You know it'll be war if he sees me."

"Just do it. I'll deal with Dom."

"At your command," he said with another laugh and a thick accent as he articulated his Spanish, "See you soon."

"See you soon,” I replied back.

Isaac made a fuss over Jake carrying his bag for him but relaxed slightly at Jake’s calm levelheadedness. It was new seeing the bartender so quiet and not smug, but I assumed it was just because this was how Jake was used to handling situations like this. Despite his constant slew of complaints and asshole-ish comments, Jake cared. He cared about the people he worked with, even the ones he didn’t spend a lot of time with, like the kitchen staff - Isaac included. As we drove to Ozzy’s, Jake was nothing but gentle, making sure that the battered and beaten man sitting between us knew he was safe now and that he wasn’t alone.

Ozzy’s was now fully prepared for Halloween, with lights adorning the old brick walls and fake spiderwebs hanging over the doorway. Even the bikers all did their part in making sure their bikes were scuffed up and looking the part to help sell Ozzy’s theatrics this year. We led Isaac inside, shoving people out of the way until we reached the bar, where everyone looked up to greet us. Their smiles all fell.

Quinn and Patrick were the first ones on their feet, steadily making their way toward Isaac and enveloping him in a hug. Prue asked questions, carefully examining him to use what first aid knowledge she had to access his injuries. The restaurant staff was livid, especially the kitchen, but it was my brother's reaction that made my heart sink even lower. 

Peter stood at the edge of the bar, his eyes set in teary anger as he looked at the man he’d once told me he thought he loved. Anger wasn’t something Peter felt often, but when he did… it was difficult to keep his head on his shoulders while he was in that kind of state. So, instead of moving to embrace Isaac like everyone else, Peter disappeared out the back door. Ozzy gave me a calm, reassuring hand gesture as he followed close behind him.

“What’s everyone all riled up about?” Dom’s voice boomed over the music as he and a few bikers made their way toward the bar.

Turning my head to glare at him, I sighed. “Isaac’s been beaten half to death, so everyone’s kind of worried about him.”

Dom’s face turned white as he looked at the bruises and poorly bandaged cuts that littered the kitchen boy’s skin. “Holy shit.”

“He said he called you,” I told him, carefully watching the delayed reaction and the confusion play on his face. “Do you remember that?”

“I don’t,” he answered. Guilt swam in his eyes, along with a misty look that I knew too well. “I-”

"Well shit," a deep and mischief-filled voice boomed from among the crowd. Dom's face twisted in an instant. Shit. Eddie strolled out from the crowd, two of his biggest and best fighters at his sides. He looked Dom up and down with a bitter grin. "You got even uglier than the last time I saw you."

Eddie’s short, dark hair made him look younger, while the tattoos that stained his tanned skin made him look older… more experienced. It was the shit-eating grin of his that really sealed his reputation as the biggest asshole in the world. Asshole or not, Eddie had connections and manpower. He could help me get the justice Isaac deserved. But Dom wasn’t gonna like it. 

The bikers moved, surrounding them in seconds as Dom shoved away from the bar and stormed toward him. "Get the fuck out."

Eddie's smile only grew. "You gonna make me?"

"Sure, I'd love a chance to kick your ass again."

"That time doesn't count," he replied, a deep-rooted sorrow in his eyes. "We both know I was holding back."

Dom shook his head. "Last chance. Leave, or this'll get ugly."

Eddie's brows raised slightly as he put his hands in his pockets. "I didn't stop by just for shits and giggles. I was invited."

"No one here would invi-"

"I called him," I blurted out. All eyes turned to me, even Dom's. The anger was mixed with hurt now, scorching me with that look. "I called him Dom."

"Alley," he growled. "Now."

Jake stood, looking ready to deck Dom in the face. I put a hand on his arm and shook my head. "I've got this."

He took a deep breath before he nodded stiffly. "Holler if you need me."

I smiled, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, tough guy, I'll be sure to scream your name.

"Promises, promises," he replied with a grin.

Dom had slammed the back door shut behind him. The uncontrolled rage was my first clue that something was off. The sight of him sluggishly pacing was the second. I shut the door behind me, drawing his attention back to me. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that Isaac needed help. And since you have apparently been too busy to answer the phone, I called someone I knew would."

"Jesus," Dom scoffed. "I said I was handling it, so it'll get handled."

Everything was off about him. The anger, the flippant attitude, not already having this whole thing dealt with… All of it pointed to one thing. "Are you high right now?"

He chuckled an entirely angry and bitter sound. "I'm a drug dealer, kid."

"Not one that uses his own product," I replied harshly. "Is this why you haven't been answering your phone? Have you just been getting fucked up all week while Isaac needed your help? What the fu-"

"God, just get off my damn ass about this, Sarah!"

The name broke both of us out of the heated exchange. Anger snuffing out like embers being doused with water. Dom's slightly bloodshot eyes grew wet as he ground his teeth together and turned away from me. I understood the pain that consumed him better than anyone. With a soft sigh and a gentle voice, I said, "I'm not her, Dom..."

"I know."

"I-"

"Don't. Don't you dare apologize," he said raggedly. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"I know."

With a grounding sigh, his back straightened. "Go. Eddie's a fucking moron… He's…" He shook his head. "He can handle this."

I nodded in agreement, carefully asking, "What about you?"

"I'll get my shit figured out."

"Promise?" I asked, almost timidly, holding out my pinky to him. A promise, but also a peace offering.

He looked at my finger, closing his own around it and shutting his eyes, letting one tear roll down his cheek. "I promise."

I carefully wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry."

A choked chuckle made his chest stutter. He held onto me for a second, squeezing me tight in a way that made it clear I wasn't the one he was hugging. Then, he gently nudged me away from him. "Go on."

Nothing I said would offer him the relief he sought. Nothing I said would bring her back. So, I turned and left, moving past the bar and to Eddie's side as he continued grinning and goading Dom's bikers on, hoping for a fight. "Big Brother all done tryin' to play puppet master?"

"Wipe that grin off your face," I replied. "Makes you look even dumber than you already are."

"Anything for you, Sweetheart."

His men stepped in front of us, acting as a wall of muscle as Jake tried to move beside me. I slapped the back of the nearest one, Alexi. "Touch him, and I'll break your fucking arm," I growled in Russian. "He's with me."

Alexi looked at Eddie, who gave Jake a curious look before he waved the men off. His dark eyes gleamed down at me with an unspoken teasing. "Hope your boy has a strong stomach. Tonight's gonna get real messy."

"We aren't killing anyone," I warned him quietly, hoping Jake wouldn't hear.

"Oh, you're no fun sober," Eddie whined as he threw his arm around my shoulder, deliberately cutting me off from Jake. "But, you know I'll do anything for you, Sweetheart."

Jake looked livid as we made our way out of Ozzy's toward the car waiting for us. I slipped beneath Eddie's arm and turned to him. "You don't have to come with me if-"

"I'm coming," he interrupted sternly as he eyed Eddie.

The man made an approving noise saying in Spanish, "We'll see how tough he really is."

"Just wait in the car!" I hissed at him, earning a pinch to my cheek as he followed my instructions. "Jake, this isn't going to be a pretty sight."

"I know that."

Touching his arm, I shook my head. "It's not like the fighting rings or boxing or even Dom's shit. This is… It's going to be a lot. I just want you to know you don't have to be there for it."

Part of me wanted to beg him not to come. What would he think of me when he saw the darkest parts come alive? Would that mild fascination his eyes shined with all the other times he saw me fight finally shift to disgust and fear? Would he finally see me the way I saw myself?

"I'm not leaving you alone with this guy," he finally said.

"Eddie's an asshole, but he wouldn't hurt me." Go home. Please.

Jake's determination didn't falter. "I'm coming with you, Lena."

I sighed. "Jake-"

"This asshole hurt Isaac," he said coldly. "And he's gonna keep doing it if we don't make him stop. I'm coming."

It was then that I finally understood Jake's intentions. He wasn't just coming with me to make sure I was safe, but because he was just as angry as I was that Isaac had to suffer through that kind of pain. More so, he thought he had to suffer alone, a thing both of us knew all too well.

I nodded. "Alright. Just…”

“Try not to get my ass kicked?” Jake asked with a hint of a smile.

I found some small comfort in his attempts to be normal about the whole thing - to act like we weren’t both on our way to kick some guy's ass with a bunch of gang members. It gave me some hint of hope that the insanity that followed me most of my life wouldn’t be a dealbreaker for Jake like it was for so many others. Maybe, when the time came, Jake would look at the darker parts of me and not be afraid. I forced myself to swallow those hopes as we climbed into Eddie’s car and settled into the fine leather seats.

Eddie was insufferable the whole drive. He asked Jake questions clearly meant to get a rise out of him, but he was at least impressed when Jake kept his composure. He was clearly unhappy with the company, but Jake didn’t let it get past a harsh scowl or a snippy comeback. And while Eddie would never admit it, I could tell he was impressed.

The car stopped in front of the alley leading to the apartment building this Aaron Walsh lived in. A group of gang boys approached, hands settled on whatever guns they had as Eddie got out of the car with a grin. “You’re gonna wanna rethink that.”

They kept up appearances as they spat at his feet. “The fuck you doin' on our turf?”

“Got some business with a buddy of yours. Aaron. It’d be in your best interest to let us get it settled without interruption.”

“You gonna kill him?” They asked, looking at one another for a minute.

“Not tonight.”

“Shame,” one of the boys replied. “Guy’s insufferable.”

The biggest of them nodded to the building. “Up the stairs. His place is B8.”

Fishing cash out of his pocket Eddie tossed it to the pavement. "Tell your boss I stopped by."

As we walked, I punched him in the shoulder as he giggled. "Stop being a moron. Mav's gonna fucking kick your ass."

"Relax, sweetheart," he purred in Spanish. "Mav likes me now."

"She does not!" I argued, using the conversation to keep from feeling the rise of anxiety in my gut as we neared the stairs.

Eddie knew, his eyes scanning my face for a moment before he sighed. "Last chance to leave before this gets ugly."

I shook my head, inhaling a deep, burning breath. "He hurt Isaac."

Leading the group up the rickety stairs, I marched across the catwalk and stood in front of the door. Bile wanted so badly to come pouring from my throat as every inch of me trembled with fear and rage. A monster fighting against the shedding of its human disguise. Eddie leaned against the doorframe, hood up and a relaxed nature to him that helped ease me as I pounded on the door.

Eddie smiled wide when it opened. "Trick or treat?"

"What the fuck?" The man asked, taking a defensive stance. In an instant, one pathetically short second, the monster broke free.

My fist collided with his throat, and he stumbled back into the apartment. Eddie laughed. "Well shit, looks like it's trick for you, pendejo."

I stepped inside first, eyes trained on the man as he scrambled to his feet and tried to swing at me. Stepping just off to the side, I let his fist collide with the wall. I grabbed his arm and shoved him back into one of the chairs at the table. His friends, people with bruised knuckles and poorly washed blood-stained clothes, all clamored around, trying and failing to get an upper hand on the sudden attack. 

Eddie shot a warning into the table beside Aaron's head, and everything stopped. With a disappointed sound, he nodded to the table. "Sit down."

"I dunno who the hell you think you are-" Aaron tried to say.

"I am Eduardo," Eddie replied simply. "And you are the man that thinks it's fun to beat up ex-boyfriends."

Aaron's lips twitched into a smile as he chuckled, looking at his friends who joined in despite the two Russians towering over them. "So, the fucking fag is still lying bout me being his boyfriend or whatever? Pathetic." Setting his hand on the table, fingers marred with cuts similar to the ones Isaac had, he shrugged. "Seems there's been a misunderstanding."

The voice that echoed in the dark wasn't Eddie's or Alexi's, or Igor's. It was mine. "You like to play games?"

"What?" He replied with a laugh.

I gestured to his fingers. "Knife game?" 

He shrugged again. "I play on occasion."

"More fun to make other people play, though, isn't it?" I could hardly recognize my own voice. Keeping my eyes far from Jake, still unsure of what I'd see if I looked at him, I grabbed the gun from Eddie's hand, knowing it'd be his trusty revolver.

Aaron smiled, and it was like I could see the scene Isaac had once described play in his eyes like some fucked up movie. I could picture him holding Isaac's arm down and tauntingly urging him to keep his fingers apart, or else as he moved the blade between his fingers faster and faster, cutting him deliberately. "It is pretty fun watching other people try to play a game you control the outcome of.”

"Play the game, Lena," Tony said, spinning the cylinder again.

I flinched at the mechanical sound of it whirling. Tony held the gun out to me, expecting me to take it, but I couldn't move. My body was suspended in a frozen state of shock. With an annoyed growl, he grabbed my hand and put the gun in it, lifting the barrel to my head and forcing my finger over the trigger.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Click.

"Play." Click. "The." Click. "Game." Click.

He turned the gun on himself, eyes wild as he pulled the trigger. Click. The odd mix of relief and disappointment weighed heavy on my chest as Tony's deranged laugh echoed. With a careless swing of his arm, he turned the gun on the group of housekeepers.

Rada discreetly lifted a hand, urging me to stay in my seat and not draw any more attention to myself. He pulled the trigger again.

Bang.

I emptied the bullets, making eye contact with Aaron as I put one back in and spun the cylinder. "I'm partial to Russian Roulette myself."

Behind me, I could hear Jake make some sort of commotion as I lifted the gun to my head and pulled the trigger once. Twice. Three times. Click. Click. Click. Everything felt surreal, my body acting on its own as my mind lashed out. If I squinted, Aaron looked enough like Tony that I could pretend. 

Inside, I was screaming, clawing at the imagined vision of him sitting smugly in front of me. Outwardly, however, I looked calm. My hands didn't shake. My legs never wobbled. It looked like I felt nothing at all.

"Reign it in, sweetheart," Eddie reminded me, the Spanish helping pull me from the memories and the reflex that came with them. He set a warm, calming hand on my elbow. "He isn't your monster."

This wasn't my monster. My jaw clenched, but my body relaxed. This wasn't about me. This was about Isaac. Aaron took my relaxation as a sign of weakness and quickly reached out for his knife.

Bang.

His knee practically exploded in a gush of blood and a sickening sound. Worthless I loaded another bullet into the gun and spun the cylinder. The knife slid across the floor as I knelt in front of the now screaming man, pressing the now rather hot barrel into the hole I'd shot in him. "I don't want to hear another excuse or lie come out of your mouth."

"I-"

I pulled the trigger again. Eddie clicked his tongue almost in time with the guns empty one. "I wouldn't play games with her pendejo. She's shot more men than you've even tried to fuck."

"You sought out my friend, and you beat him." Those were the facts.

Again he tried to argue, "I didn't even-" Click. "Okay! Okay! Fuckin psycho bitch!"

Click. Click. I could feel him shaking beneath the gun as I picked the knife up from the floor and held it to his throat. "You leave Isaac alone for good now. If you even so much as pass him on the goddamn street, I'll come back here, and I'll slit your worthless throat."

With a pathetic whine and a quick nod, Aaron relented. A sick rush of adrenaline and pride hit me as I stood, handing the gun back to Eddie and pocketing the knife. Eddie gave me a close look for a second, focusing on the blood that I was trying to ignore. “And now?”

“Now you do what you’re good at.”

He smirked, nodding to his boys, who didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. “No permanent damage tonight, boys. Just a good old-fashioned beating like the one they gave to our boy.” He fished an old bandana out of his pocket and held it out to me. “Go get yourself cleaned up, sweetheart. We’ll be right down.”

I took it and turned, eyes locking with Jake’s. Jake. I had almost forgotten he’d come, and then the rush, any good feeling I’d gotten from what happened here tonight, was gone. The shame and guilt and fear. His face revealed nothing about what he thought, eyes closed off, and his posture stiff. I swallowed the lump in my throat and quickly made my way past him down to the corner of the alley, where I was forced to sit by the uncontrollable shaking of my legs.

What was he thinking? I wondered, steadying myself with my hands on the cool pavement. Did he finally see it? The monster I was? Jake walked calmly to my side, lowering himself to sit beside me. With an almost painful sigh, I forced the question out. “Well, what are you thinking”

"I think…" He began, and I closed my eyes and braced myself for whatever hideous word he'd chosen. "That was pretty badass."

"What?" I asked, head shooting up and eyes opening wide, practically gawking up at him.

Jake smiled, sitting beside me and gently wiping some of the blood off my hands with Eddie’s bandana. "Don't look so surprised, princess. You know I like watching you fight."

I shook my head. "That wasn't a fight. That was assault."

"Asshole had it coming after what he did to Isaac. He should consider himself lucky."

"Very lucky," Eddie's voice chimed in as he and his men joined us. "He's alive and won't have any lasting damage. Just like I promised."

I quickly stood up, wrapping my arms around him. "Thanks for showing up. I know it was the last thing you wanted to do tonight."

His strong hand rubbed my back. "On the contrary!" Pulling me off him, he swiped a thumb across my cheek, likely rubbing off some blood. "I've always got time for you, sweetheart. Sabes que."

“Still, you know I appreciate it.”

“I know.” He nodded to his car. “Let’s get outta here before Mav shows up and kicks both our asses.”

“She wouldn’t kick my ass,” I argued. “She actually likes me.”

“Whatever.” He nodded to Jake as he stood, now beside me again. “You didn’t throw up. I’m impressed.”

Jake didn’t look too pleased with Eddie’s slightly condescending tone as he shrugged. “Thanks, I guess.”

The drive back to Ozzy’s was less tense now that Eddie wasn’t actively trying to piss Jake off. They dropped us off at the front door, where Dom and the bikers were assembled, each one of them ready to fight. Eddie made a show of pulling me in for a long hug, and I could practically see his grin at Dom’s angry face. “Don’t be a stranger, sweetheart.”

“Don’t get yourself killed, asshole.”

He laughed as they drove off, and the instant I turned, Dom looked me up and down. “You alright?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You?”

With a tense look on his face, Dom just shook his head. “I’m workin’ on it.”

"So…" Jake said with a tense clearing of his throat as we slowly made our way back inside the bar. "This Eddie guy was a real asshole. How do you know him?"

I nodded as we walked. "Eddie is an asshole, probably the biggest one I've met, but he's actually pretty sweet once you get to know him."

Jake seemed to tense at my words as he stared straight ahead. "So, was he an ex or something?"

"Eddie?" I asked with an arched brow. "An ex? Hell no! I wouldn't fuck that sleaze in a million years, not even in my more adventurous days."

"Why does he call you sweetheart all the time then?"

"Cause I am a sweetheart," I teased, bumping into him until a smile appeared on his face. "Eddie's weird. He gave me that nickname years ago when I almost bit his finger off." His head turned, and I could see the glimmering interest in that story shining in his eyes. "It's a long story. I'll tell you some other time. Anyway, he runs one of the gangs. Mostly Russians but he's got a few hispanic members as well. They're the ones that set up all those fun, highly illegal fights I used to frequent."

Jake seemed to relax as he asked, "What is it with you and gangs?"

I shrugged. "I'm just so likable."

Everyone was still gathered around Isaac, who Prue had bandaged up better. Things were clearly less tense than before, but Quinn and Patrick, in particular, kept their eyes trained on the door, looking out for any sign of trouble. The two guard dogs looked relieved when Jake and I returned, both their hackles slowly lowering as they waved us over. Isaac rose carefully from his seat, and I carefully held the knife out to him. “He won’t be bothering you again.”

Though his face was swollen, I could still see the fear vanish from him as he held that stupid knife to his chest before falling into my arms.

*

Peter watched Isaac closely from the back door, not inside but not entirely outside. Ozzy had found him in the alley shortly after he departed, knowing full well Peter couldn’t just walk away when Isaac was still in such visible pain. The two sat in the alley quietly for hours before Lena returned, and the tension finally resolved among them. No one wanted to just move past what had happened, but after Isaac’s insistence, they did. Everyone but him.

Finally, Ozzy spoke. “You can’t keep this up forever.”

“Keep what up?”

“Quit that,” he scolded. “You ain’t stupid, boy. You know exactly what I mean.”

He was right. Peter knew what Ozzy was referring to… he knew he spoke of the relationship between him and Isaac. It wasn’t bad, not really. The two had slept together multiple times, dated a little, and they’d both decided not to pursue it. Such an easy breakup should be a good thing, right? But Peter wasn’t stupid. He’d noticed how reluctant Isaac was to agree to part ways. He’d noticed every single lingering glance they shared every day that followed over the years. Isaac had visited him just as much as Lena had while he was stuck in the hospital. Isaac had spent the night with him on the nights where he felt particularly weak, and he’d done it all with a loving smile and no complaint. 

Isaac may have agreed to the breakup, but Peter was the one that was responsible. He’d let his fear… his sickness rob them both of something that could have been beautiful. A life.

“What if…” he didn’t even want to vocalize the words. “What if I get sick again? What if I die? I don’t wanna leave him like that, torn up over some lost love.”

Oz nodded, gently reassuring him that those concerns were valid without needing to add words to it. “That is a very difficult thing to get through. Death is always hard. But, there is something worse than losing a love… it’s realizing too late that they were the love of your life. It’s wasting all the time you could’ve had together.”

Peter sighed. “He and I… we tried this already, and it’s too complicated.”

“Life’s complicated, my boy,” Ozzy laughed. “To have someone you love along for the ride is all anyone can hope for. And you love that boy. I can see it. He loves you too, by the way.”

“He does?”

“Course he does,” the old man pinched his cheek. “You’re your father's son, after all.”

Peter felt the tears stinging his eyes as he looked at Ozzy and shook his head. “I’m scared, Dad…”

The old man’s eyes grew glossy within seconds as he held Peter’s head in his hand and nodded. “I know. Oh, I know, my beautiful boy. But, as a foolish old boxer once said: fear ain’t stronger than you are…”

“Fear’s only got the power you give it.”

Ozzy nodded. “You gotta live this life to the fullest, Peter. Live it because it’s the only one you’ve got. You know that better than anyone.”

With a firm nod, Peter felt the anger and the fear in his chest dwindle. “I love you, Dad.”

Enveloping him in a tight hug, the old man sniffled into his shoulder. “I love you too, son.”

He wiped his eyes and made himself presentable as he walked back into the bar, approaching Isaac slowly. The man’s eyes lit up, still so swollen and black and blue, but the same eyes he’d fallen in love with. “Can we talk?”

“Sure.” Even after being beaten and ridiculed, Isaac was still so trusting. He followed him out to the alley and met his gaze unflinchingly. “Is something the matter?”

“N-no…” Peter sighed. “I just wanted to apologize for leaving earlier.”

Isaac looked disappointed as he nodded. “Oh, right. Well, I forgive you.”

Silence filled the chilled night between them. Peter shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, imagining his father giving him an encouraging nod and a thumbs up. You can do this, kiddo. He could do this.

*

I was finally able to relax as the situation faded into the past where it belonged. Prue pulled a small bag out of her pocket and held it out to me and Quinn. “Time to draw costumes!”

Quinn pulled a paper out quickly, taking a quick glance at it before shoving it into her pocket. “What’d you get?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teased with a smug grin.

“Fuckin bitch.” I reached over and pulled a paper out, shrugging at the neatly printed angel.

Quinn relaxed in her seat. “What’d you get?”

I answered her with my middle finger and stood up, heading out the back door to meet up with Jake in the alley. Peter and Isaac were lip-locked by the gym door, happily unaware of my presence as they lost themselves in each other. Just like old times, I wanted to tease, but instead just kept my head down and walked past them.

Jake and Whisky were relaxed on the couch when I walked through the door. Jake nodded to the door. “See your brother and Isaac on your way in?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a soft laugh as I sat beside him, scratching Whisky’s chin. “It’s good to see them back at it.”

“They looked happy.”

“I hope they are.” I snuggled into his side, exhaustion finally taking hold of me. “They deserve that.”

Jake turned to smile down at me, nudging me. “Why don’t we call it a night and get you home?”

“You haven’t even gotten to smoke yet.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind. Besides, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

I groaned when he stood up. “I’m comfy, though!”

With a brilliant look in his eyes, he tapped my knee. “You’re it.”

“You fucker!” I jumped up, hurrying down the alley after him as he ran, Whisky following close on our heels.

*

Jake was sure they looked insane as they chased each other down the sidewalk, narrowly dodging people the whole way to Lena’s apartment, where she finally slapped her hand on his back and breathlessly laughed. “HA! I got you!”

“You did,” he replied, gesturing to the front door. “And I got you to your apartment.”

“How sly,” she replied, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it to him. “Here. It’s cold out.”

He held it, quietly appreciating the warmth that still lingered from her body heat. “Thanks.”

“Goodnight, Jerk.”

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged the jacket on. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

She groaned, flipping him off as she closed her apartment door. He was still laughing as a soft meowing and a gentle nudge against his leg made him stop and look down. Hemingway wove between his legs, rubbing his head lovingly on Jake’s jeans. “Hey, bud. Did you follow us all that way?”

Meow.

Jake looked around at the slightly busy street. It wasn’t like the bar. There were more cars and more loud noises that could spook the little cat. So, Jake carefully gathered him up in his arms, tucking him into his leather jacket. “Well, I can’t just leave you out here. Guess you’re coming home with me tonight.”

Carrying the surprisingly calm cat the whole way home, Jake quickly deposited him on the floor of his apartment, hanging his jacket up as Hemingway cautiously sniffed about the new space. While the small creature was hairless, Jake could still tell he had dirt built up on his skin, so he searched his bathroom for a soft soap and got a bath set up for him. 

Getting Hemingway into the bath was more challenging, but thirty minutes and a soaking wet floor and shirt later, the cat was clean. Jake leaned against his counter, shirtless and eating a reheated carton of rice from the Asian restaurant downstairs. He watched the small cat fling himself between the bed and the chair before burrowing beneath the covers and settling with little paw movements that Jake couldn’t help but find adorable. He made a mental list of all the things he’d need to get in the morning to help the cat settle into his apartment, having abandoned the very thought of putting him back out on the street the second he brought him home.

Laying in bed that night with the light snores and purring of the cat buried somewhere in his bed, Jake felt more at ease, finally letting the unexpected stress that the day had brought wash away.

*

Halloween was a popular holiday in the city. New York was always crowded, but on Halloween, it was crowded and filled with costumes, horror, and kids. Hectic and crazy and kind of beautiful. Prue’s apartment was light and colorful, with plants in every corner as Will and I sat across from one another, waiting for her to finish getting dressed.

He was dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo, which meant that Prue 100% pulled Daphne this year. She emerged from the bathroom and squealed happily. The purple dress complimented her skin tone and made her smile pop. She was adorable, and it was obvious that Will agreed by the way he jumped to his feet and met her in the doorway with a smothering kiss.

I averted my eyes, quietly readjusting the small set of wings on my back as the sun began to fully vanish on the horizon. “You two look amazing.”

“You look cute!” She signed back, carefully helping fix my hair and simple white dress. “Just like Juliet in that movie.”

My eyes narrowed. “That’s pretty specific. You and Quinn wouldn’t happen to have rigged the draw… would you?”

She clapped, turning away from me to avoid any more questions. “Time to go!”

Sneaky little bitches! If they’d rigged the costume draw this year, that meant I was going to be in for a long night. 

*

Jake looked at the box sitting on his bed, oddly actually considering putting the costume on and dressing up for the first year in, well, forever. He didn’t, though. It was like he told Quinn he wasn’t a kid anymore, and he sure as hell didn’t do costumes. So he put his leather jacket on and headed to the door. “Behave while I’m gone, Hem.”

The cat continued to play with the toy Jake had gotten him as he walked out the door and headed to Ozzy’s. It was no secret that Jake wasn’t a fan of Halloween, an opinion that Simone greatly influenced all through his youth. The fake scares and the cheap costumes and decorations just never appealed to him. A sign of maturity, as Simone put it. So he moved through the streets, avoiding the festivities and rolling his eyes at the sight of the pumpkins that lined every block. 

Ozzy’s was the only spot he kind of liked seeing decorated. It was clear the old owner put a lot of effort and thought into it, and it certainly brought the business in. The line stretched out and around the block, and he was glad he wasn’t going to have to wait in it. Music and lively celebrations filled his ears as he hurried down the stairs and made his way to the bar where his friends were supposed to meet. Ozzy smiled from behind it, dressed as a skeleton and serving drinks with fake eyeballs in them. “Happy Hallows Eve!”

Jake chuckled. “Happy Halloween, Oz. Where’s everyone?”

“Quinn and Ari are in the booth. Sasha is running around telling people to lift his sheet, and the others are kinda scattered around.”

“Lena here yet?” He asked, ignoring the old man's grin.

Quinn’s voice echoed from behind him, clearly trying to sound like the redhead. “Of course I am!”

Turning he couldn’t help but instantly laugh at her fake red wig and very dramatic interpretation of one of Lena’s outfits. That laughing only intensified as Ari slid into the free space beside her, dressed head to toe in some of his old clothes she’d likely snagged from his locker. “Holy shit.”

“We’re hilarious, we know,” Quinn bragged.

Ari smiled, breaking character. “I’ll put these back in your locker when I’m done with them.”

“Keep em,” he insisted. “They’re old anyway.”

She and Quinn frowned as they looked at his plain clothes. “Did you not get the costume?”

He rolled his eyes. “I got it, but I told you I don’t dress up.”

Quinn made a disapproving sound and folded her arms across her chest. “Fine then, but it’s not us you’re disappointing.”

“I’m sure everyone else won’t care that I’m not dressed up.”

They both smiled as they looked behind him toward the entrance. “I dunno about that.”

He turned, heart-stopping at the sight of Lena standing at the top of the stairs. She was bathed in the lights Ozzy had set up. She was in a simple but stunning white dress with two small wings on her back and her hair delicately half-tied up. An angel. A very specific angel, he realized, turning to look at Quinn, who just nodded at him.

*

I hurried through the crowd and instantly sent Quinn a glare. Her fake red hair was practically glowing beneath the lights as she spread her arms wide and smiled. “Like my costume?”

“You look like a cheap hooker,” I replied.

“Careful,” she warned with the most smug grin I’d ever seen. “These are your clothes.”

Ari emerged from the bar, dressed in a familiar t-shirt and jeans with a leather jacket. “Holy shit.”

“I’m Jake!” She giggled happily.

“I see that.”

Quinn pulled Ari in close. “Should we make out to really sell the act?”

Ari wiggled her brows. “Yes, please!”

I moved past them, meeting Jake’s widened gaze with a hot blush rushing to my cheeks. He was in is normal clothes, not dressed up in anything festive or remotely Halloween themed, just like I’d expected. Hiding the pang of disappointment with a gesture to Quinn and Ari I cleared my throat. “Those two are quite the pair, aren’t they?”

Jake just nodded, casting his eyes down at his feet. “I gotta go.”

“What?” I asked as he made his way past me, quickly heading toward the door. “Okay then…”

The night carried on, and after an hour or two, I decided to finally stop watching the door, hoping Jake would come back. Ozzy slid me another drink as Patrick and Katie finally showed up, dressed Morticia and Gomez from the Addams Family. “You look amazing!”

“So do you,” I replied, meeting her hug.

“Where’s the boy?” Patrick asked, looking around at the sea of people.

I shrugged. “He left.”

Katie frowned. “Not a fan of Halloween?”

“I don’t think so,” I answered, trying not to sound too bummed out. “He didn’t even dress up or anything, so I guess I should’ve seen it coming.”

Patrick’s lips curled into a smile as he nodded to the door. “Oh, I wouldn’t count him out just yet.”

I turned, eyes finding him in seconds as he stood above the crowd on the stairs leading in from outside. My eyes widened, jaw growing slack in awe. He was dressed head to toe in a Ghostbuster costume, Egon judging by the glasses, my childhood crush. He looked like a dork, and I fucking loved it. I…

Shaking my head, I looked at Quinn, who fixed her red wig and nodded me toward the stairs. I should have seen it coming. Of course, she would set Jake and me up in hopes we'd fuck before the bet between her and Sasha expired. As I watched Jake vanish into the crowd, my heart thundering in my chest and my body moving to find him, I realized she might've just pulled it off.

We met in the center of the crowd, bodies all dressed in various costumes, moving to the music beneath the everchanging green, orange, and purple lights. Jake looked even better close up, I quickly realized as my mouth went dry. Quinn 100℅ pulled it off. His eyes trailed down, taking in every inch of my costume while mine did the same with his. “Hey.”

He smiled, looking almost nervous. “Hey.”

“I thought you didn’t do costumes?” I gestured to him.

“Usually, I don’t,” he chuckled. “But, I figured, why the hell not?”

"You know," I started with a burning face as I moved closer and dragged my finger down the buttons of his costume. "I've always wanted to fuck a Ghostbuster."

Jake chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"

I shrugged, daring to meet his heated gaze. "That your way of saying you're not interested?"

He shook his head. "Oh, I'm interested. Always thought girls in angel costumes were sexy."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know," he replied, distracted. "But I am very interested in seeing that dress above your hips and those legs wrapped around my waist while you moan my name."

I smiled, my body shifting closer to his as if on instinct. "These wings aren't the best quality, but they'd be a good place to pull on, you know, to help bounce me." The on your dick bit of the sentence didn't need to be said aloud for Jake to catch my meaning.

His eyes shifted to them, hands grabbing a fist full of my dress. "That's a very good idea. Though, I am very tempted to just rip it all off you."

"How blasphemous." My eyes were practically glued to his lips. "Meet me in the alley?"

He opened his mouth. "Are you-"

"I'm not drunk or high or anything." I pressed my lips to his, soft and short, pulling away to whisper against them. "I want you."

His fingers traced down my spine, testingly tugging on the base of the wings. "Good, because there's nothing I want more than this."

I pulled back, lifting his head with a finger beneath his chin to correct his wandering eyes. "Don't keep me waiting."

"I wouldn't dream of it, princess."

As I slipped out the back door and practically sprinted through the gym to the alley, no one seemed to notice. I paced, heart racing and body feeling hot even in the cold air, waiting. When the door opened a minute or two later, and Jake closed it behind him, both of us just stood there and watched each other for a minute. I moved first.

My hands fisted into his costume, pulling him down to meet my ravenous lips. His hands instantly pulled my dress up, exposing my bare legs to the October air. With one hand keeping my dress up, he used the other to pull my thigh up to rest along his waist. Jake turned us both, pressing me into the rough brick wall where he pulled his lips away from mine to breathlessly order. “Take your underwear off.”

Suppressing a moan with teeth to my bottom lip, I followed his desperate command and slid the simple pair of panties down my legs, kicking them off to the side and looking up into his black eyes. “Better?” It was meant to sound smug and confident, but instead just sounded so… wrecked.

Jake’s hands slid up higher, fingers gliding along the curve of my bare ass with a nod. His hips pressed into mine, forcing a shocked moan from my lips. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“Fuck,” I whispered, burying my hands back into his shirt and pulling until the buttons popped and his chest was exposed to me.

My hands slid down his shoulders, helping him pull the material off so I could run my nails down his back. “God damn.”

Hoisting me up, Jake used the wall to help steady me as my legs wrapped around his waist, his deft fingers reaching between us to roll his thumb along my already sensitive clit. I ground down on him, the hot moans filling the air between us with fog. “Jake.” I threw my head back, opening my neck to the desperation of his mouth. “Couch. Now.”

He pushed himself back, stumbling until we both flopped onto the couch, his fingers buried inside me as my hands fumbled with the rest of his suit. My hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him in time with each lift of my hips. His mouth fell open, and a sharp gasp filled the alley as his free hand grabbed the base of my wings and started pulling, guiding me up and down. “Fuck, Lena!”

Withdrawing his fingers, his pulsing dick settled between the lips of my pussy, each movement of my hips making the tip of him catch against my clit in a way that made my legs quiver. Our lips hovered over one another, moaning and breathing into each other like it was what our lungs needed. Our dark eyes reflected one another's hunger and our desire, but deeper inside them was an unnamed thing… something so vulnerable and tender that it made the reality settle over us. This was real. This thing between us was more than sex… more than want.

Real.

“Jake,” I whispered, my hand moving between us to help guide him.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged, roughly tugging on the straps of my dress. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

The gym door slammed against the brick. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ONE ANOTHER!”

Sasha’s thick accent made Jake and I freeze, but not in shock or in embarrassment. Rage, pure fucking rage, filled my lungs and Jake’s eyes. “SASHA!”

Quinn and Ari drunkenly grabbed at the Russian. “This is cheating!”

“You can’t just barge in on them!”

“This is America, lesbians! I can do whatever I want!” Sasha yelled, also drunk.

Grinding my teeth together, I moved off of Jake’s lap, ready to start punching people. Jake got himself redressed and grabbed my arms to keep me from lashing out. “Are you guys fucking serious?!” I yelled. “Our sex is not any of your business, and you absolutely have NO RIGHT barging out here when you know we’re-”

Sasha’s watch beeped. Midnight. He cheered and waved his hands in the air. “I WIN! Pay up, you vaginas! I WIN!”

“On my god!” I groaned.

Ari and Quinn fished cash out of their costumes. “You guys couldn’t have jumped on each other like two minutes earlier?”

I pointed my finger at Quinn. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

Jake and I spent the remainder of the night bitterly watching everyone else around us enjoy their night, unable to sneak off again because of Sasha’s constant and loud presence announcing to everyone that we almost did it in the alley. If he hadn’t been plastered, I would have punched him. “And I stormed into the alley and pulled them off one another!” He drunkenly proclaimed again.

I still might punch him.

When the time came to go home for the night, I got saddled with the idiots that were too hammered to handle themselves. Quinn, Ari, and Sasha. Of course. The drunken fools rushed down the sidewalk, leaving Jake and me a pissed-off horney mess behind them. The whole walk to my apartment felt like torture as I listened to my friends laugh and tease all the way to my front door. Sasha slammed into it, giggling as he turned to shush everyone else. Fucking idiots. I shook my head and turned to Jake, who looked just as pissed off as I was.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I said somewhat dejectedly as I turned to go inside.

Jake's hand cupped my elbow, gently pulling me back to face him. Our lips connected, fire igniting between them as we both sank into one another. We'd kissed so many times in the past month that this shouldn't have been much different, but it was. This kiss felt the same as our first one had. Raw and too real, filled with something deeper than either of us were capable of admitting. It went beyond want or need… Beyond everything either of us had known up till now.

As we pulled away from one another, our eyes locked, the emotions in them mingling together. Wanting and not wanting. The longer we looked at one another, the more obvious it was that we both had the same realization. Jake's breath fanned across my face as he bumped my forehead with his. "Night, princess."

"Goodnight, tough guy."

*

Peter stood next to Isaac as they looked out at the dark waves from the top of the bridge. They took their time, enjoying the silence and the breeze before Isaac finally lifted his arm and threw the knife off the edge. From where Peter stood, he could almost see the anger and the pain leave Isaac. Their hands intertwined, and the two walked away together, just like they had all those years ago when Peter had stumbled on the suicidal boy with dark curls and eyes that reflected the light so beautifully. 

Hand in hand, they walked away from the painful chapters both of them had been stuck in. Hand in hand, Peter and Isaac shared a look - a promise. They’d face whatever came next together.

Together.

[daimonclub]

Halloween or All Hallows’ Eve

Happy Halloween Festival Halloween holiday, October 31, story and legend. As the eve of All Saints’ Day, it is a religious holiday among some Christians. Halloween for the year 2022 is celebrated/observed on Monday, October 31st. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. William Shakespeare When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers 'tis near Halloween. Anonymous Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life. Adele Brookman. Don’t let past ghosts spook away present gifts. Jane Lee Logan. Whatever costumes you wear, don’t forget your tiara even if it’s only on the inside. Jane Lee Logan. Where there is no imagination there is no fear. Author Unknown. Be the energy you want to attract. Author Unknown I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner. Evan Peters Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us. Tim Burton There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight. Anonymous Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen. Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!" Dexter Kozen HALLOWEEN also called All Hallows’ Eve holiday, October 31, now observed largely as a secular celebration. As the eve of All Saints’ Day, it is a religious holiday among some Christians. Halloween had its origins in the festival of Samhain among the Celts of ancient Britain and Ireland. November 1 was considered the end of the summer period, the date on which the herds were returned from pasture and land tenures were renewed. The festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelic culture, and is sometimes regarded as the "Celtic New Year." The festivals would frequently involve bonfires, into which bones of slaughtered livestock were thrown. Costumes and masks were also worn at the festivals in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or placate themTraditionally, the festival was a time used by the ancient Celtic pagans to take stock of supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. The ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, now known as Halloween, the boundary between the living and the deceased dissolved, and the dead become dangerous for the living by causing problems such as sickness or damaged crops. It was also a time when the souls of those who had died were believed to return to visit their homes. People set bonfires on hilltops for relighting their hearth fires for the winter and to frighten away evil spirits, and they sometimes wore masks and other disguises to avoid being recognized by the ghosts thought to be present. It was in these ways that beings such as witches, hobgoblins, fairies, and demons came to be associated with the day. The period was also thought to be favourable for divination on matters such as marriage, health, and death. When the Romans conquered the Celts in the 1st century ad, they added their own festivals of Feralia, commemorating the passing of the dead, and of Pomona, the goddess of the harvest. In the 7th century ad, Pope Boniface IV established All Saints’ Day, originally on May 13, and in the following century, perhaps in an effort to supplant the pagan holiday with a Christian observance, it was moved to November 1. The evening before All Saints’ Day became a holy, or hallowed, eve and thus Halloween. By the end of the Middle Ages, the secular and the sacred days had merged. The Reformation essentially put an end to the religious holiday among Protestants, although in Britain especially Halloween continued to be celebrated as a secular holiday. Along with other festivities, the celebration of Halloween was largely forbidden among the early American colonists, although in the 1800s there developed festivals that marked the harvest and incorporated elements of Halloween. When large numbers of immigrants, including the Irish, went to the United States beginning in the mid 19th century, they took their Halloween customs with them, and in the 20th century Halloween became one of the principal U.S. holidays, particularly among children.

There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight. Halloween flourished in Ireland, Scotland, Wales, parts of England and in isolated localities such as the Orkney and Shetland Islands. In these places during this celebration the inhabitants lighted bonfires on hilltops and played Halloween games such as "Bob apple." They also engaged in divination by such means as pulling kale, placing stones or nuts in the fire and throwing a shoe over the house. Some divination occured even on the church porch, which was believed to be an especially reliable place to learn of future events. Pranks and mischief were also common on Halloween in rural areas of Ireland and Great Britain. Wandering groups of celebrants blocked doors of houses with carts, carried away gates and plows, tapped on windows, threw vegetables at doors and covered chimneys with turf so that smoke could not escape. In some places, girls and boys dressed in clothing of the opposite sex and, wearing masks, visited neighbours to play tricks. These activities generally resembled the harmful and mischievous behaviour attributed to witches, fairies and goblins. The contenporary "trick or treat" custom resembles an ancient Irish practice associated with Allhallows Eve. Groups of peasants went from house to house demanding food and other gift in preparation for the evening's festivities. Prosperity was assured for liberal donors and threats were made against stingy ones. Immigrants from Great Britain and Ireland took secular Halloween customs to the U.S., but the festival did not become popular in that country until the latter part of the 19th century. This may have been because it had long been popular with the Irish, who migrated there in large numbers after 1840. In any event, a number of the traditional Halloweens symbols and folk practice appeared in the U.S. during the late 1800s. Among these were the figures of the witch, the black cat, the death's head cut from a pumpkin, candles, bobbing for apples, the trick or treat custom, masks, parties and pranks. Though some churches observed Halloween with religious services, most persons regarded it as a secular festival. This reflected the prevailing American Protestant attitude toward a great many church festivals and holy days. During the latter decades of the 19th century, Halloween pranks and mischief became common in the U.S. and often descended to vandalism. In rural areas, fences were built across roads, wagons placed on top of barns, gates removed, outbuildings overturned and farm animals hidden. In cities and towns, "spooks" placed porch furniture on top of telephone poles, overturned garbage cans, opened water faucets and soaped windows in houses and stores. In some cities overenthusiastic celebrants filled cloth sacks with flour and rubbed these against the clothing of passers-by. In the course of the 20th century, the American public became less tolerant of Halloween pranks. This was the result, in large part, of a different mode of life, brought about by increasing urbanization and the ubiquity of the automobile. These factors altered the material environment and lessened the vitality of folk beliefs and customs. In addition, Halloween mischief became very costly to property owners and was of serious concern to public officials. Consequently, civic authorities and private citizens attempted to deal with this difficulty by both repressive and educational means. As early as 1908 some U.S. community sponsored Halloween parties for the young in the hope of preventing injury to life or possessions. The police, local merchants or civic groups organized these festivities, and both parents and teachers cautioned children against vandalism. In some istances, merchants even invited the young to soap the windows of their stores on Halloween in the belief that this might lessen property damage. These efforts had only limited success. Nowadays the tendency to manipulate rather than to celebrate folk festivals such as Halloween is charateristic of the 20th century. It reflects the growing influence of a rational outlook on life and the loss of interest in imagination and fantasy. The secular character of contemporary culture is also reflected in public neglect of the religious significance of Halloween as well as in progressive loss of its folk vitality. Children are least effected by this disenchantment and consequently the more important folk occasions tend to be dominated by the young. As a secular holiday, Halloween has come to be associated with a number of activities. One is the practice of pulling usually harmless pranks. Celebrants wear masks and costumes for parties and for trick-or-treating A group of children trick-or-treating on Halloween. It is thought to have derived from the British practice of allowing the poor to beg for food, called “soul cakes.” Trick-or-treaters go from house to house with the threat that they will pull a trick if they do not receive a treat, usually candy. Halloween parties often include games such as bobbing for apples, perhaps derived from the Roman celebration of Pomona. Along with skeletons and black cats, the holiday has incorporated scary beings such as ghosts, witches, and vampires into the celebration. Another symbol is the jack-o’-lantern, a hollowed-out pumpkin, originally a turnip, carved into a demonic face and lit with a candle inside. Since the mid 20th century, the United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) has attempted to make the collection of money for its programs a part of Halloween. The concept of 'trick or treating' is a relatively modern custom but the origins are steeped much deeper in history. The concept of offering something at the doorstep in return for food or drink goes back way beyond the middle ages and crosses the oceans to Scotland, Ireland and England. It is only since the late 1920's that Halloween has been a popular tradition in the US. The earliest recording of the term "trick or treat" appeared in 1927, in Blackie, Alberta in which "Hallowe'en provided an opportunity for real strenuous fun". In American holiday custom, a hollowed-out-pumpkin lantern that is displayed on Halloween. The surface of the pumpkin is carved to resemble a face. Light from a candle inserted inside can be seen flickering through the jack-o’-lantern’s cutout eyes, nose, and usually grotesquely grinning mouth. The custom originated in the British Isles, with a large turnip or other vegetable rather than a pumpkin, fruit is also used in puddings and soups. It may be used interchangeably with squash in various prepared dishes. Pumpkins are used in the United States as Halloween decorations, one such being the jack-o’-lantern, in which the interior of the pumpkin is cleaned out and a light inserted to shine through a face carved through the wall of the fruit. Dictionary Prank: A mischievous trick or practical joke. Prick: a. The act of piercing or pricking. b. The sensation of being pierced or pricked. 3. Vulgar Slang A penis. 4. Vulgar Slang A person regarded as highly unpleasant, especially a male. Prat: Slang The buttocks. Slang an incompetent or ineffectual person: often used as a term of abuse. (Pirla) Spook: 1. Informal A ghost; a specter. 2. Slang A secret agent; a spy. 3. Offensive Slang Used as a disparaging term for a Black person. Foods Because the holiday comes in the wake of the annual apple harvest, candy apples (also known as toffee, caramel, or taffy apples) are a common Halloween treat made by rolling whole apples in a sticky sugar syrup, sometimes followed by rolling them in nuts. Candy appleAt one time, candy apples were commonly given to children, but the practice rapidly waned in the wake of widespread rumors that some individuals were embedding items like pins and razor blades in the apples. While there is evidence of such incidents, they are quite rare and have never resulted in serious injury. Nonetheless, many parents assumed that such heinous practices were rampant. At the peak of the hysteria, some hospitals offered free x-rays of children's Halloween hauls in order to find evidence of tampering. Virtually all of the few known candy poisoning incidents involved parents who poisoned their own children's candy, and there have been occasional reports of children putting needles in their own (and other children's) candy in a bid for attention. One custom that persists in modern-day Ireland is the baking (or more often nowadays, the purchase) of a barmbrack (Irish "báirín breac"), which is a light fruitcake into which a plain ring, a coin, and other charms are placed before baking. It is said that those who get a ring will find their true love in the ensuing year. See also king cake. Games and other activities There are several games traditionally associated with Halloween parties. The most common is dunking or apple bobbing, in which apples float in a tub or a large basin of water; the participants must use their teeth to remove an apple from the basin. A variant of dunking involves kneeling on a chair, holding a fork between the teeth and trying to drop the fork into an apple. Another common game involves hanging up treacle or syrup-coated scones by strings; these must be eaten without using hands while they remain attached to the string, an activity that inevitably leads to a very sticky face. Some games traditionally played at Halloween are forms of divination. In Puicíní (pronounced "poocheeny"), a game played in Ireland, a blindfolded person is seated in front of a table on which several saucers are placed. The saucers are shuffled, and the seated person then chooses one by touch; the contents of the saucer determine the person's life during the following year. A saucer containing earth means someone known to the player will die during the next year; a saucer containing water foretells emigration; a ring foretells marriage; a set of Rosary beads indicates that the person will take Holy Orders (becoming a nun or a priest). A coin means new wealth, a bean means poverty, and so on. In 19th-century Ireland, young women placed slugs in saucers sprinkled with flour. A traditional Irish and Scottish form of divining one's future spouse is to carve an apple in one long strip, then toss the peel over one's shoulder. The peel is believed to land in the shape of the first letter of the future spouse's name. This custom has survived among Irish and Scottish immigrants in the rural United States. Unmarried women were frequently told that if they sat in a darkened room and gazed into a mirror on Halloween night, the face of their future husband would appear in the mirror. However, if they were destined to die before marriage, a skull would appear. The custom was widespread enough to be commemorated on greeting cards from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The mirror gaze was one of many forms of love divination around Halloween and other ancient holy days. The telling of ghost stories and viewing of horror films are common fixtures of Halloween parties. Episodes of TV series and specials with Halloween themes (with the specials usually aimed at children) are commonly aired on or before the holiday, while new horror films, like the popular Saw films, are often released theatrically before the holiday to take advantage of the atmosphere. Bob apple game: a traditional Halloween game enjoyed by young and old. Bobbing for apples requires a large tub of water, apples and a group of people willing to get their faces - and maybe their heads - wet. Instructions: 1) Find a large, deep trash container or party tub that at least two people can get their heads into at the same time. 2) Set trash container on ground, or place tub on a table or cart strong enough to hold it when it is full of water. The top of the trash container or tub should be about waist-high to participants in the game. 3) Fill tub with water, leaving 4 to 6 inches of space at the top so that water doesn't slosh out. 4) Float several apples in water. 5) Place some towels at base of the tub so that the floor won't get wet, if playing inside. 6) Select first two or three players and have them put their hands behind their backs. 7) Say, "Go," and have players try to grab an apple with their teeth, all at the same time. The first to bring an apple up wins. 8) Provide towels for all players. Even losers will be wet.

The legend of Singy Jack O' Lantern During the day, I don't believe in ghosts. At night, I'm a little more open-minded. Anonymous There is nothing that gives more assurance than a mask. Colette I must go in. The fog is rising. Emily Dickinson Everyone is the moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat… Nick Gordon Halloween is a chance to overcome all your fear. Being in a band you can wear whatever you want – it’s like an excuse for Halloween every day. Gwen Stefani The best way to overcome your fear is to unfold it. Conquering your greatest fear make you win the world. THE LEGEND OF STINGY JACK  (First version) Stingy Jack was a miserable, old drunk who loved playing tricks on anyone and everyone. One dark, Halloween night, Jack ran into the Devil himself in a local public house. Jack tricked the Devil by offering his soul in exchange for one last drink. The Devil quickly turned himself into a sixpence to pay the bartender, but Jack immediately snatched the coin and deposited it into his pocket, next to a silver cross that he was carrying. Thus, the Devil could not change himself back and Jack refused to allow the Devil to go free until the Devil had promised not to claim Jack's soul for ten years. The Devil agreed, and ten years later Jack again came across the Devil while out walking on a country road. The Devil tried collecting what he was due, but Jack thinking quickly, said, "I'll go, but before I do, will you get me an apple from that tree?" The Devil, thinking he had nothing to lose, jumped up into the tree to retrieve an apple. As soon as he did, Jack placed crosses all around the trunk of the tree, thus trapping the Devil once again. This time, Jack made the Devil promise that he would not take his soul when he finally died. Seeing no way around his predicament, the Devil grudgingly agreed. When Stingy Jack eventually passed away several years later, he went to the Gates of Heaven, but was refused entrance because of his life of drinking and because he had been so tight-fisted and deceitful. Read the full article

[samjimcnez]

OGDEN IC TASK 02: HAUNTED HOUSE

“Do you want a bracelet?”

“Yes, please,” Sam said holding her hand up, already looking like she was about to cry as the very nice bloody zombie man gave her a glow in the dark bracelet. “Thank you!”

Soon the group of random people she was with were escorted through the doorway, and she stood there at the entrance. And stood there at the entrance. And stood there at the entrance for about five more minutes in the dark, with flashing lights coming from around some corner in the distance.

“Hey are you okay? If you need someone to escort you through we can take you to the exit-”

Sam jumped and spun around to see the very nice bloody zombie man. “No I’m okay!” She insisted, shaking her head.

“Okay, well, we need you to move away from the entrance then…”

“Oh! I’m sorry…” Sam said. That made sense. More people had to come inside. Sure, sure, sure… So, she slowly walked away, down the dark hallway that lead into the main area of the haunted house.

Nothing was jumping out at her so far. Though the moment she turned the corner there was a loud crashing sound, and she was hit with a burst of air from an air gun that made her let out a high pitched shriek as she darted forward, burying her head in her arms as she ran. Probably not the safest route to go, but protected her from seeing anything scary. Though she heard shouts and scary noises around her as she responded with “Don’t!” and “Please stop!”

After stumbling a little bit over some uneven wood on the floor she lifted her head a little to watch where she was going, because the last thing she needed was to trip and fall or something. So, instead she just ran through with her face half covered, flinching every time some spooky person jumped for her. “No!” She said, stopping short as a scary clown looking creature feigned grabbing for her. “No stop!” She said, as he did it again. “I’m serious please stop! I know you’re getting paid but really…” She managed to side step the clown, who might have been genuinely laughing rather than scary laughing as she made it around him.

She found herself eventually staring up some stairs at the figure at the top of it, her face scrunched like she’d eaten something sour for … what must have been a good few minutes. “If I come up there are you going to jump at me and make me fall down the stairs?” She asked, her voice high pitched and thin. They didn’t respond. So very, very, very slowly Sam took the stairs up. One at a time. Slower when she got even closer, as she edged her way around the spooky unmoving figure. She passed it, and considered that maybe it wasn’t real when she reached the landing. Though once she was safe on flat ground the figure lunged and shouted as she gave a scream running down the next hall.

After trying to politely ask whatever creatures were in the chain hallway to leave her alone, to a very mild success she came upon the large haunted bride. “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Sam said as some people seemed to spill out from her skirts, “but please don’t take it out on me I didn’t do anything wrong! Oh my god you’re being so rude!” She pleaded as she ran through the room, covering her face again and running until she came to the mostly empty space with the mirror. Looking around with wide eyes for someone who might be there to jump out at her as she approached the mirror. Not… curious necessarily, just trying to be cautious.

“Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble…” She rhymed to herself under her breath, as she rubbed her finger along the … what she hoped was paint. “By the pricking of my thumbs…” Something wicked this way comes.

What looked like a shadow crossing her path made Sam jump and spin around, squinting in the dark room before leaving again. And continuing her very polite run through the rest of the haunted house.

“You made it through.”

When Sam came out the last door of the haunted house to fresh air she took a deep breath, looking around and waving at the very nice bloody zombie man with a bright, albeit breathless, smile on her face. “Oh hi. Yeah! It was so much fun!” She said, nodding her head enthusiastically.

[goldoradove]

{goldoradove} Double, Double

“Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble”

Happy Simblreen!! 🎃🧡

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[gotcursed]

I was wondering if you could write dark Agatha x trans guy reader I really like how you wrote her in your last fic, something dark and smutty please

a/n: the amount of times i stopped while writing and said "i don't know if i should be allowed to do this" is frankly fuckin bananas. this is kind of a lot. i apologize and uhhhh? you're welcome? (also maybe wrote the reader to look like thor but twinky but i swear it was an accident.)

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RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ . . . MINORS DNI).

agatha x trans male reader ; your mother told you to stay away from agatha. you absolutely did not listen.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, legal age gap (reader is twenty-one, agatha is three-hundred-and-fucking-whatever), manipulative power dynamics, mommy kink, humiliation and degradation, choking, afab language, inappropriate use of magic, magic!tentacles, magic!cock, (magic!cum? honestly no idea), darkfic? yes?

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so! crossposted here on ao3.

You hear her brash laugh from across the party as she tells the bartender, “God, my husband is useless. I need a stand-in.”

She’s pretty in a terrifying sort of way, like if you get too close there’s no telling what could go wrong. Like approaching a field of land mines planted by your worst enemy.

You approach her anyway because she’s older than you and scary hot and you’ve got a one-track mind. And you’re fairly certain she’s the one your mother told you to stay away from (you’ve decided you’re on a rebellious streak as of right now because of, well, reasons). And maybe she does really want a stand-in for her ineffective husband.

Turns out she is, and turns out she does.

Turns out, too, that she’s far more than you bargained for.

Agatha Harkness is a witch.

And not the good kind.

And your mother never told you what to do if you ever met another witch, so you play dumb.

“A witch?” you ask with all the mild amusement you can muster. “Like — double double toil and trouble? Fire burn and cauldron bubble?”

The moment the words are out of your mouth something coils around your throat and cinches tight. Something purple and incorporeal that originates from the palm of Agatha’s hand.

For a moment you wonder why she wouldn’t just do that with her hand, but when she rolls her eyes at the feigned surprise on your face you realize that she only wanted to prove the truth of her confession to you.

You’re surprised she confessed at all — she knows who you are, everyone does; it’s a small town, and she probably knows, too, that her secret is not safe with you. You can pretend all you’d like that you’ve never touched anything magical in your life but Agatha sees right through you. Doesn’t take much longer for you to learn that she does not intend for you to remember her secret at all.

She leaves you like that for a bit — purple magic ebbing and constricting around your throat — while she fixes herself a drink. You’re in the living room of her home with the curtains drawn and a fire crackling in the hearth. She took you away from the party not even five minutes after you introduced yourself by first name only.

Whatever she’s got around your throat won’t budge. You try to free yourself while she’s out of the room; you pull at it with your hands, try to make it give way with your powers. Nothing. You struggle with it until you realize that it is not, in fact, hurting you at all. Even when it tightens it isn’t enough to steal your breath. For now it’s just a warning: enough to do real harm if she wills it to, but until then just a reminder.

It’s slightly worrisome that you aren’t afraid of what might happen to you. You’re a little fearful of the magic she wields, sure, because you haven’t seen its full potential, but you don’t fear for your life. In the back of your mind you’re still somewhat satisfied to be doing something your mother would hate.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Agatha says when she comes back, circling you like a lioness stalking her prey. “I’m going to have my merry way with you. You’ll have absolutely no say in what happens here tonight. And if you remember any of this when you wake up in the morning, well, sweetheart, then I’ve lost my touch.”

You nod. She smirks.

“I like this,” she says, tugging at the lapel of your jacket. “All handsome in black-tie.”

You dressed up for the party — black suit, black shirt, black tie, black vest — hoping to impress your boss. You aren’t sure it worked, but now you’re here, and Agatha’s approval is better anyhow.

“My, uh — my mom helped me pick it out,” you admit, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Right,” Agatha says, and suddenly the thing around your throat slithers away and fades to nothing. She drops down onto the couch and crosses her legs and beckons you to her side. “We should probably talk about that — your mother.”

You don’t have a single idea where she plans to go with this but you sit down beside her nonetheless.

“She doesn’t love you,” Agatha says, so simply, like you should know it already. Like it isn’t one of the cruelest things anyone’s ever said to you. She reaches for your tie and tugs on it, pulling you that much closer, saying, “Never has and never will. Not while she has those two perfect little boys to take up all of her time. What are their names again?”

“Tommy and—”

Agatha stops you with a pout that oozes false pity and makes you feel uncomfortably stupid. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, touching your cheek, your chin, then letting her hand fall to your chest. “I don’t actually care what their names are. It’s you I care about.”

You don’t quite know what to say to that.

“Me?”

She hums, freeing the buttons of your vest and slipping her hand underneath. One more layer and she’ll be right there on your skin, right there where no one’s ever touched you before. She tests the fabric of your shirt with her fingers, presses against your abdomen, dipping her fingertips between the buttons to catch her nails against your belly.

“I’ve been watching you.”

Again: “Me?”

Agatha rolls her eyes and twists her fingers, sending a tiny purple burst of magic straight up at your face. When you open your mouth to protest you find you no longer have the words. You don’t have any words at all anymore, turns out, because she’s gone and stolen your voice.

“That’s better,” she says, smiling, but you swear that for the briefest moment there is pure hatred in her eyes. And then it’s gone and the mocking pity is back, and now it’s seeping into her voice. “Do you want someone to care about you? To love you? Like a mother should?”

You hate that you actually have to think about it.

As far back as you can remember your mother has always been so occupied. Busy with this, busy with that, busy with your father (which, okay, you get, because they’re grossly in love, but still). And then she had your brothers and you felt like an old toy tossed aside for one that was shiny and new. You aren’t sure it’s fair to call it neglect because you never wanted for anything, never went to bed hungry. You had what you needed and you figured it was enough. You understood that babies were time-consuming, especially when there were two of them, and they grew so fast. Then they learned how to grow themselves and they grew even faster. When their other powers began to come in you were almost entirely cast aside.

Not even the fantastical things you were capable of were enough to pull your mother away from the twins for more than a few minutes.

Your father was better about paying attention to you, and still is, and you love him endlessly for it.

When you think about who you’d like to be in the future it is always him you think about. It helps that apparently you were made in his image, though not completely.

Your powers are much more like your synthezoid father’s than your witch mother’s. The Vision can manipulate his own density, mass, and weight at will; you can manipulate density, mass, and weight, too, but not your own. The Vision can phase through walls; you can alter the density of a wall so that it phases around you.

Tommy's abilities match Pietro’s. Billy’s, Wanda’s. The Vision is not human and the fact that your powers come from him make you wonder whether or not you yourself are truly human.

“There is no explanation, my son,” The Vision told you once, “other than perhaps the fact that before replicating the relationship she once had with her brother, your mother attempted to replicate what she saw in me.” He smiled fondly and ruffled your hair, a gesture he’d picked up from whatever sitcom Wanda had him watching. “If she did not allow you the exact abilities I myself possess it is only because she wishes you to be a man of your own.”

“But — Tommy and Billy,” you said, frowning. “Does she not want them to be men of their own?”

“Your mother misses her brother dearly,” your father said. “There is not a waking moment she does not spend wishing she could have saved him. Tommy is Pietro’s second chance at life.”

“And Billy?”

“I believe Billy might be a better version of Wanda herself.”

“Better?” You didn’t understand that. “He’s just a kid.”

Vision’s smile became sad then and he seemed to pause only because it was what a human might’ve done at a moment like that.

“Better, I believe, because he has not yet been allowed the opportunity to hurt anyone. A child’s innocence is invaluable, my son. I am proud that you have grown, but I do miss the days you would sit on my knee at the breakfast table and tell your mother and I all of the dreams you would one day achieve.”

You don’t remember that. In fact, you cannot remember anything that happened before the start of the year. You remember your twenty-first birthday, the cake in February with the yellow candles and each of your younger brothers, born only weeks before and already ten, eagerly awaiting the moment you blew them out so that they could eat their fill. You remember your father handing you the keys to a used car that roared like a lion when you started it up and was a little rusted around the edges but that you loved so much it might as well have been right off the lot. You remember him smiling proudly as you drove it out of the driveway for the first time. You remember ordering your first drink at a bar. You remember kissing a girl for the first time that very same night.

But before that?

Nothing.

You don’t remember high school.

Or middle school.

Or growing up. At all.

All of your memories are of the past year and nothing more. And very few of the ones involving your mother are any good.

So you look at Agatha and nod because yes, you want that. Desperately.

“Good,” she says, gently scratching beneath your chin. “Mommy’s always wanted a perfect little boy of her own.”

It’s all downhill (uphill? you’re still not sure) from there.

She doesn’t give you your voice back because she likes it better when you can’t speak, which is fine, and she doesn’t give you so much as an inch of freedom because everything is better in her world when she’s pulling the strings, which is also fine. What’s less fine is that everything is on her time and you’re growing increasingly desperate.

It scares you a little, how willingly you go along with all of it, although you aren’t certain she’d stop if you weren’t willing. You got yourself into this and you plan to see it through. Whatever it takes, even if it involves Agatha teasing you silly and ridiculing your every reaction.

She strips you of your jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch. The vest goes next. Then the tie. When she starts unbuttoning your shirt you remember that you might actually have something to worry about in this situation, but without a voice there isn’t a thing you can think to do.

When she figures out exactly what you are, when your shirt falls open and she sees the twin scars snaking across your chest, she just looks at them for a moment.

“So that’s what you’re hiding.”

You shiver, exhaling heavily as she traces the scars with her thumbs. Her hands are cold and buzzing with magic that feels an awful lot like static electricity. It’s less overwhelming when her hands don’t linger in one spot, when she coasts them over your abdomen to familiarize herself with the parts of you already on display, letting them wander up your sides, over your chest, and down your arms. But you like it best when she drops her hands to your ass and pulls you against her like that, with her fingertips digging in and dangerously close to tearing your slacks.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a damn thing,” she tells you, close enough that you feel her words on your lips as she speaks them. “I’m going to take care of everything. All you need to do is be a good boy and take it; you don’t even have to think. Can you do that for me? For mommy?”

You nod and yeah, you think, you really can, because she’s kneading your ass and pressing her tits up against your chest and all you can think about is how easy it’s going to be to spread your legs and let her take the thing you’ve never gotten close to giving anyone before.

For a moment, when she drops back onto the couch and pulls you onto her lap, you think she’s going to kiss you. Wishful thinking, maybe, because she’s got your face in her hands and she’s gently scratching through your close-cropped beard but then she’s pushing her hands into your long hair and the length makes it so easy for her to take a fistful and yank your head back. With a twist of her fingers a writhing tendril of purple magic slithers from her hand and prods at your lips, pushing into your mouth with patient determination. Its head is blunt and smooth and fits perfectly between your lips. You don’t know what you were expecting it to feel like but the thing in your mouth is soft and surprisingly warm and vibrates gently as it presses down on your tongue. You’re drooling before you know it, leaking spit from the corner of your mouth as the thing between your lips swells to keep them spread open. As it slides in deeper, pushing for your throat, you gag and sputter and hot tears spring to your eyes.

“Have you never sucked a cock before?”

Is that what this is?

You shake your head, blinking the tears from your eyes.

“Breathe through your nose,” Agatha says, petting your thighs and pulling your knees to either side of her lap. You do as she says and it gets a little bit easier. “That’s a good boy.”

Nothing else gets easier.

Agatha keeps your mouth stuffed full of her magic as she undoes your slacks and slips a hand inside. You’re wet enough that it’s soaked through your snug boxer briefs and the shockwave of arousal that shoots through you when she grinds her palm against your clit is staggering. It’s enough to make your hips twitch and press down against her in search of more.

“No one’s ever touched you here, have they?”

You shake your head again.

She takes you to her bedroom and lays you out on her bed, peeling off your slacks and pushing your legs apart. By now she’s got another tendril of magic wound around your wrists that digs into your skin and leaves your hands tingling for the lack of circulation, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when she’s between your thighs and tearing a hole in the seat of your boxers to bare you to her. It’s cold without the fire, your skin is prickled with goosebumps, and there’s something incorporeal and unfathomable keeping your thighs propped open. You couldn’t close them if you tried, though there’s nothing purple that you can see to lay the blame on. There is only Agatha, looking down at you with pity in her eyes and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile.

“You’re a big boy,” she coos, slapping you between your thighs and pulling on your slick, hormone-enlarged clit. It’s harsh and it stings and despite that you still feel yourself begin to throb. “Now how how do you want mommy to fuck your virgin pussy first?”

She gives you two options: one of her “obedient little friends” like the one in your mouth, or a hyper-realistic cock that she brings to life with magic and fuses to her body very much like the real thing (if the real thing leaked purple pre-cum and had veins that slithered along its length like live snakes).

Then she reminds you that you don’t actually get to have an opinion on the matter and spreads your cunt with her fingers and fucks into you for the first time with a wriggling magical tentacle. When that word comes to mind, when Agatha takes your virginity for herself, ruining you for everyone else to come, you flush and shiver and attempt to squirm away only to be shocked into immobility as the thing in your pussy pulses and begins to grow until pulling away from it would only stretch you further and you’re not sure you’re ready for that.

Agatha doesn’t stop you from squirming in place as inch by inch she fills you with magic, but she does laugh at you for your red cheeks and your drooling mouth and the pathetic tears in your eyes as she steals your innocence.

You feel so full so fast and with Agatha standing over you at the foot of the bed there’s little more you can do than exactly what she wants you to: lay there and take it. You don’t even have to think about it.

“That’s enough of that,” she says as soon as you’re starting to get used to it, the stretch and the fullness and the shame of being held open and fucked for the first time by a woman you aren’t even supposed to be talking to. The tentacles slip out of you and disappear back into Agatha’s hand and with them gone you’ve never felt so empty.

Your jaw is sore, your cunt is wet and messy, and you still don’t have your voice or the use of your hands. Trapped as you are beneath the will and want of a powerful witch, all you feel is bliss and desperation; bliss for the tingling heat tearing through your body and desperation for something to stuff you full again.

You don’t have to wait long for it.

Agatha crawls onto the bed and settles between your spread legs, coasting her hands down your trembling thighs until she reaches your cunt and pries it open with her thumbs, inspecting the stretched out hole nestled between your pink lips.

“I’ve never met a boy with such a tiny cock,” she teases, pinching your clit and giving it a tug that sends a dull throb straight through you. “If it were big enough maybe mommy would let you fuck her.”

You don’t think she would even if it was.

“But since it isn’t,” she goes on, letting a hand drift up to lay on your belly, “I’ll just have to fuck you with mine instead.”

It’s big. And thick. And you can’t tear your eyes away from the slithering veins that move along it. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize that it might not fit.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she mutters, lazily stroking her cock and nudging the tip of it against your clit. “Don’t you worry about that. Mommy will make it fit.”

Your eyes go wide.

Agatha rolls hers.

“Yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. But no, I can’t read minds like your mother. I hear concepts, sweetheart, not actual thoughts.”

A small relief, you think.

“Sure it is,” she says, smirking. “Now — quiet. Mommy’s going to put her nice big cock in your messy hole and she doesn’t want to hear a thing from your stupid little head other than how grateful you are to finally have a mommy who takes care of you the way she should.”

Agatha fists her cock and presses up against your empty cunt. Even just the head stretches you further than her tentacle did. She’s warm and thick and invasive inside you and even if you wanted to say something you can’t recall the most basic of vocabulary. She goes slowly at first, maddeningly so, and plants her hands on your thighs and pushes your knees back toward your chest to spread you open that much more as she forces you open around her cock.

The second she’s all the way in she releases your legs and drops forward, clamping a hand around your throat as she fucks into you lazily, squeezing your breath away as she draws her cock out just to push right back into you. The tentacle was longer, but she’s thicker, and it feels like you’re going to break, like she is going to break you. At least you’re wet, you think, embarrassingly so, enough that you coat her length in shiny slick and there’s still so much left over that it spills from your hole and dampens the sheets beneath you.

She doesn’t fuck you with any rhyme or reason, no, her pace is deliberately uneven and shifts back and forth beteween frustratingly slow and torturously brutal. You like it better when she’s rough, when she drags out to the tip and pounds back into you deep enough that a bump rises in your belly with each thrust.

“Such a pretty boy,” she says, dragging her nails down your stomach. “All stretched out on mommy’s big cock and taking it so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? To have your pussy fucked open and used over and over again until it’s weeping and ruined and no one else can ever fill you like I can?”

If that’s all you’re good for, you think, at least you’re good at taking it.

Then Agatha pulls out of you without warning and manhandles you onto your belly. She frees your hands only to restrain them once more, this time behind your back. Another tentacle lashes out of her hand and snakes around your throat, but she holds on to it, leashing you.

“You don’t get to decide what you’re good at,” she spits out, yanking you up onto your knees, and without the support of your hands your upper half tumbles down and for a moment, with your face smothered in a pillow, you can’t breathe, but Agatha fixes that with a yank on your leash that wrenches your head back. “You’re just a hole for mommy to stuff her cock into and fill up with cum — understand?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, just forces her way back into you and you swear that this time it’s bigger. “Good.”

Wait.

She’s going to—?

But you can’t finish that thought. You can barely remember your name because Agatha’s coming inside of you and the only thing you can think about is how full you are and how wet and messy it feels between your legs now that you’re full of her cock and her cum. And god, you can’t stop clenching, willing her deeper inside of you as you tumble over the edge and for the first time in your life see stars behind your eyes. You don’t have anything to compare it to because you’ve never felt anything like it in your life. All you know is that it’s good, it’s warm, and good god, she’s still fucking you.

She rolls you onto your side and the leash around your neck fizzles away into nothing. Then the binds around your wrists go, too, and you’re grabbing at the sheets as Agatha lifts your leg and tells you to look.

So you do.

Watching her thick cock slip in and out of your puffy pink pussy is one thing, but watching her fuck her own cum into your hole is entirely another. The fact that it’s purple and smeared all over your thighs is nothing. You’ve seen weirder things. But you’ve never seen anything quite as nice as your pussy stuffed with the first cock you’ve ever taken.

“Dumb little baby’s only good for getting fucked full of mommy’s cum, isn’t he?”

You nod, eyes falling shut as Agatha’s movements slow to a stop. Wracked with tremors, your breath shaky, you clench involuntarily as your body trembles again and again and again.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks almost gently as she settles behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle to keep you close. “To have a mommy nice enough to take care of her little boy?”

You don’t have time to think anything at all before you’re falling asleep with Agatha’s cock buried in your cunt.

Sometime in the night she disperses the magic and when you wake up in the morning you’re achingly empty but still wet and sticky and you slip into the shower before she can wake up to send you home all dirty.

As you walk home, the sun slowly rising on sleepy Westview, you realize that Agatha was never actually going to make you forget a thing, no, because remembering everything is much worse. She wants you to go home to your mother with a head full of filth — Agatha pushing past your lips with a shimmering tentacle born of magic, her hands in your hair, yours bound behind your back, ass in the air, that stupid magical cock she conjured out of nowhere and spent half the night filling you with until you were positive you’d be leaking purple for the next month — because it’s next to impossible to keep secrets in the Maximoff household and she wants more than anything for Wanda to happen upon your thoughts and see just how thoroughly Agatha has ruined her perfect little boy.

Maybe you should’ve listened to your mother.

[thebluestbluewords]

Museum Time With Friends

(core four having a great time, ~500 words, very much a WIP)

*

The wand is sitting at the center of the tower.

“Woah,” Mal says, stupidly. “It’s–”

“Smaller than I expected?” Evie interrupts, staring with wide eyes at the magic wand. “And what is with the color scheme here? Silver and while is so out of season, and Fairy Godmother isn’t even of the winter court.”

“Yeah,” Mal says, still staring at the wand. “Right.”

The wand is glowing faintly, sitting upright on a pedestal, supported by magic and a marble platform. It’s silvery and white, with little chips of shimmery gem inset around the handle and up the body of the thing. It’s got a golden hilt that would fit so well in Mal’s hand that she can practically feel it.

“We’re going to steal this,” Mal announces. “I need it. I don’t care what it takes, I’m going to hold this thing.”

“Right on.” Jay breathes, staring at the protective case. There’s a sheen of magic running over the glass, now that Mal’s really looking at it. That’s just the kind of hypocritical bullshit that she should have expected from Auradon. Magic is illegal, except of course when it’s being used by the right sort of people to protect the right sort of things, and the only ones who can decide what is right and good enough are the ones who have so much power they don’t even need to use it.

“You need it, huh?” Evie says, unimpressed by Mal’s newfound desire for the most powerful magical object they’ve ever seen in person. “I need to know that you have a plan in place before we smash the case, M. We can’t afford to make mistakes.”

Right.

“We’re just here for recon tonight,” Mal says out loud, reminding herself of the plan. “We need to learn as much as we can about the case, so when we need the wand we know exactly how to grab it.”

“There’s an alarm wire inside the case, probably set to go off when the weight of the wand is lifted,” Carlos offers. “You can see the wire running up the pedestal.”

“Glass isn’t too thick,” Jay says. “Probably wouldn’t take long to break through it. We could get a hammer, some cloth to muffle the sound, and have it pretty quick.”

Gods, but Mal appreciates her crew sometimes. “Glass, alarm wire, and there’s a magic aura around the case itself,” Mal says, leaning in as far as she can manage to stare at the wand. “We need to break the magic, get through the glass, and then stop the alarm from going off, or at least time it so that it won’t matter when it does.”

“I can stop the alarm from the source.” Carlos says calmly, leaning in as well. “There’s probably a secondary alarm, something with sensors, around the case itself. That’s allegedly how it works with artwork, or whatever. The alarm is usually inside the guard rail, so don’t get too close.”

Mal leans a requisite fraction of an inch back at the warning.

(and then more banter and something in here about how they decide to try a spell to scope it out, just to see what it’ll do)

The barrier wavers.

The barrier wavers, just from Mal’s spell.

Fuck yes.

“Double double toil and trouble, turn this case into a bubble,” Mal chants. “Let it bend, let it break, give us the wand with no… headaches.”

The barrier wavers again. It looks different, shinier. Maybe more fragile?

“M…” Evie breathes. “I think it’s working.”

Mal can feel the magic doing something, that’s for sure. Her hands are heating up, and the ache behind her eyes, despite her very specific spell request, is getting stronger and more painful instead of better.

“It doesn’t seem–” Evie starts, before she’s interrupted by a crackling POP and the sound of a body flying backwards into the wall

[ckhalloween]

Tis the season of: Witches

I’ve got nothing pithy to say on this October Friday. 

There’s a little over a week left until Halloween proper, and today is a classic!

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble, Witches gonna make it double!

Some of them are good, some of them are bad, most of the time they’re just doing their thing (and looking good and goth while doing it). 

And anyway, who would deny a hag a good awful spell or turning all children into mice or... whatever was going on in the Blair Witch Project? Mommy, amirite?

On to some witches:

Practical Magic, Hocus Pocus, The Witch, Witches of Eastwick, The Craft, Suspiria, Paranorman, The Covenant, The Witches, The Last Witch Hunter, The Blair Witch Project, Nanny McPhee, AHS: Coven, Fear Street: 1666, The Wizard of Oz

[prose-for-hire]

Double Trouble

Pairing: Riley Finn x reader

Request: "What's that?" "You don't want to know. Don't look." With Riley Finn if you want to write for him??

Requested by: Anonymous

Warning: One swear. Fighting. Character death.

A/N: So, I never thought I would get a Riley request cos I got the sense people didn’t really like him but I was actually really excited to write this one !! There’s a few cliches and I really enjoyed myself 🖤🦇

“Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble…”

Three hooded figures chanted, holding hands and walking clockwise around a cauldron. They stopped abruptly, one reached into their pocket and plucked some hair they had collected. It was short, brown and they threw it in whilst laughing heartily. They looked up at the full moon and stretched as if they could touch it. They hoped that this would work. The willed that it would.

They were demons. Witch demons. Ones that had implants in their brains. The only thing, apart from horrible dreams, that they had taken from the Initiative was a chunk of soldiers hair. They hadn’t been stopped from casting their spells that were their birth rite. And so, they practiced together in a way they had missed sorely whilst they were held in the institution.

It was Halloween night which happened to coincide with a full moon, and you were having an amazing time, however you didn’t realise that something was bubbling.

You and Riley were in the middle of the room, dancing with others chattering and dancing around you. He held your hand as you danced around together. He was smiling at you and you couldn’t help grinning wide. You had never felt such contentment in a relationship until you met him. He made you feel safe.

His face suddenly dropped, his hand moved from yours and moved to his chest before lowering to his stomach, “Ow” He said softly, not sure what it was that hurt, but he knew there was something wrong. As if some part of him had been plucked from his own soul. Something had shifted and it had stung.

But, as soon as he had felt it, the feeling went away. He had hunched over, holding his stomach and you had ran over to him, sliding a hand on his shoulder and ensuring he knew you were there for him. He slid a hand to rest over yours as he straightened up. You moved your hand from his shoulder, his hands now clasping to yours.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just- yeah” he confirmed, still frowning a little. You decided to bring him over to the drinks table and tried to make sure he felt better. He smiled, you were always able to turn his mood. He really liked being with you, he felt cared for. He felt loved. You continued to enjoy the Halloween party, leaving earlier than you usually would so that you could have some alone time.

As night fell and you and Riley cuddled up in bed, a strange happening started to… happen. An unusual feeling surrounded you both, but you were too deep in sleep to feel anything other than a seeming charade in a distant dream.

“By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes…”

When you woke up, the space beside you was empty. You were used to this, he had a job to do after all. It kept him away from you quite a bit, but you understood. I mean, those papers won’t grade themselves right?

In the same way that Riley had never told you about his real job, you had never told him about demons and what you and your friends got up to after dark. Your roommate, Tara had been out a lot recently and kinda distant too. Now you think of it, so has Willow... 

 As you pondered this about your friends, Riley had walked back into your dorm, without knocking. Which should have been your first red flag – he always knocked. He scoffed as he looked around your side of the room and shaking his head. He reeked of bad intentions, but you couldn’t tell. He was your boyfriend and you were just pleased he was back. You skipped over to him and landed a kiss against his cheek before turning back to

He was wearing almost all black, and… was that eyeliner he was wearing? He looked like the villain from a tv show. This should have been another warning. But I mean, if this was a new look he was trying out you weren’t going to discourage him.

He sat on your Tara’s bed, the next red flag, as he just started to stare at you. Hatred started to unfurl across his facial expression. You smiled a little but he didn’t return it.

“Hey, what’s up? There something on my face?” You asked, touching your face a little.

“Just that stupid look” He smiled as he spoke which didn’t match the tone he was speaking in. You frowned, he had never spoken to you like this before. It was almost as if he had some kind of evil twin or something.

He stood up, clearly bored and ready to leave. You rose from sitting too, walking up to him to try and hold his hand like you normally would. But there was no signature smile, no soft whisper of affection like normal. He grabbed your wrist tightly before you could reach his hand.

“Riley?” You questioned, “Riley – stop it!” You shouted, getting desperate. It hurt. He laughed, near cackled, which made you recoil.

“You think I care what you want? I don’t” He shrugged. As if he had the sole purpose of ruining your relationship in as little words as he could manage.

“How can you be so cruel?! How could you just wake up one day and suddenly you’ve turned into Jekyll and Hyde” You shouted, and he rolled his eyes, dropping your wrist.

You punched him in the face. When you retracted your hands, there was a thin layer of slime slicked over your hand and he hadn’t even flinched. And, all over his skin now you really looked back at him. You frowned at your knuckles, which were stinging still and then back at him. His mouth curled into a smirk one you did not think he was capable of. 

He moved to backhand you and you ducked, dodging out of his way. Your reflexes more polished than he had expected. Riley was good-natured, never cruel. But this - this was almost evil. It couldn’t be him. He stared you down, tensing his jaw as he moved his hand behind his back.

You turned, sensing danger and took the lamp from Tara’s side. Pulling it from the wall and cracking it with all of your strength over his head. He sunk to his knees, grasping at you with one hand the other behind his back clutching a shark kitchen knife that had been in his waistband.

“You’re… killing me, y/n” His eyes looked pleading, his knife still concealed behind his back waiting for you to get close enough for him to do some damage. You stared into his eyes, almost falling for it. Even if this was Riley, your Riley, you knew he was no longer human. There was an unusual silver tinge to his eyes rather than his usual brown hue.

You sighed, releasing a shaky breath. Could you trust him? Could you forgive all he said? Could you forgive whatever demon was now harboured within?

He started to move with purpose and your reflexes kicked in, making your decision for you. You kicked him in the face, the sickening sound physically hurt you as your foot contacted with his face. He fell to the floor and slammed his head against your bedframe before slamming onto the hardwood. the knife clattered beside him.

It had been him or you.

After a moment of you just staring in disbelief at his body, something shifted. The slime that had formed a slick sheen over his skin when he was alive had started to turn to liquid. He had started to melt into the floor, the slime that he had been constructed from pooling around him as blood should. The liquid was bubbling and a putrid yellow colour. The smell was pretty disgusting and - was that a bat wing oozing from his stomach?

You sighed, it finally hit you in the stomach. That was your boyfriend. That was Riley. He was a bit more demon-y and kind of a dick but that was him. What if he had been trapped in there? What if you had just killed the one man you had ever loved so deeply? You felt so sad, beyond anything you had ever felt. You tried to feel the prickling behind your eyes starting to weigh you down as you knelt beside the noxious goo.

There was a knock at the door that you tried to ignore. But it started to open anyway. You stood quickly, attempting to hide the Riley-sized patch that was dissolving into the floor.

You see him enter the room, your eyes widen. You gasp, eyes streaming. Your sight blurs as you run straight at him. Riley. It was Riley. He looked concerned, in his mind he had only seen you a few hours ago sleeping peacefully.

You ran at him as if he were a sailor returning from a long trip at sea. You got to him and kissed him so hard it almost bowled him over. You basically climb him like a tree, kissing him so fiercely he thought he had won the lottery or something.

You finally released him, although he wasn’t complaining in the slightest, and stepped back. You were now holding his hand, not wanting to be apart from him for a second.

“Y/n?! Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowing. He had run over here, quickly dumped his uniform and ran to your dorm. He had found some Hostile energy on the sensors that happened to be directly over where he knew your dorm was. But he had never told you about this side of his life, so he couldn’t explain his rush.

“It’s really you! You’re- it is you!” You smiled brightly, relief seeping from every pore. You bounced in happiness as you ran your hands over his face, pinching his cheeks just to be sure. There was something behind his eyes: some sparkle, something that made you feel safe. It was him. The real him.

You could feel it. His smell, his smile. You couldn’t have lived with yourself if you had hurt your boyfriend. You were so relieved. He smiled, pleased that you were so excited to see him if not a little confused. There was a flash of something, a strange smell that he tried to check on but you stepped into his line of vision.

“What's that?" He muttered, trying to look behind you but you stepped in his line of vision again.

"You don't want to know. Don't look." You said, sighing. You muttered about needing to grab some cleaning supplies from the store. Playing it all the way down. You tapped him on the shoulder and turned him around – steering him back out of the door. He let you, shrugging and offering to come with you to help with your errands.

The witches watched, scowling that you had protected him. They were plotting their next moves, biding their time. Maybe they could use the white lies you had been telling the other.

Either way, they would have to wait. Until the next full moon...

[yubathegnome]

shakespearean au: sge concept

warning - this is long and contains otk spoilers (and macbeth spoilers lol). no i do not offer refunds for time wasted. but if u don’t read this, i will find u because my fatigue is fuelling me w anger :)

11:00 pm: ok so I was casually floating in a bowl of water (segue- what is the point of baths? you can literally do the same things in ur bed but dry...) thinking about how great a shakespearean au would be... yes, I hate Shakespeare’s pretentious ass and if I have to read Romeo and Juliet one more time, I might obliterate my existence. however, imagine the drama of a midsummer nights dream au- immaculate fairy hallucinogenic woods vibes w the magic of fairies that could be linked to sge, just everyone going insane bacchanal in the woods. sadly there are more characters in this play than unnecessary first years in TCY so I decided to try twelfth night instead. 

12:30 am: ok, I have tried every combination of characters possible for twelfth night (just imagine - agatha in the position of duke orsino and tedros in the position of viola, ah the angsty friends to lovers, the jealousy arc potential, misunderstood love ahh) but I always ended up w an agaphie... incident (sweet home alabama)

2:00 am: tried hamlet, taming of the shrew and king lear (plot is way to depressing)... becoming delusional

2:30 am: I WON’T GIVE UP UNTIL SHAKESPEARE IS AT MY KNEES, HERE I PRESENT U ... MACBETH

macbeth au

if u don’t know the plot... uncultured. jk i blame the british education system for my knowledge of this play but here’s a plot summary

let’s pretend scotland is camelot? yeah, just do it.

also: “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.” (aka the only quote i can lowkey remember from year 9 for an absolute trash equivocation essay i waffled)

oh and also “what, you egg?” (he stabs him) - do i even have to explain the amazing significance of this quote? pls keep reading, i’m not insane.

character list:

macbeth - rhian

ok confession - i love rhian, 100% didn’t deserve to die so here he can be the tragic protagonist

outshone tedros in QFG (not that hard tbh) and gave us a glimpse of never!tedros’ potential character similarities - corrupted by evil, assuming that there r good intentions in evil people, kinda power hungry, thinks he deserves a position he really doesn’t, tricked by a prophecy

he’s a simp for sophie lets be honest (soz keian shippers) so the choice for lady macbeth should be...

lady macbeth - sophie 

ok, just imagine, no morals/manipulative sophie slowly going insane and having power over powerful men- my fave trope of her wanting to kill rafal/king duncan but unable to pull through last minute because of her daddy issues... yes <3

slowly going insane cus she can’t balance her evilness and her humanity

the hand washing scene... 

“Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.”

the guards that are killed by lady macbeth and macbeth - nicola and hort 

they were a cute duo when they investigate in QFG and that’s abt it, hence the short roles

the dagger - excalibur

cursed swords check

3 witches - mistral sisters

bruh this is perfect, i don’t have to explain, this is all slotting into place

king duncan - ... yoooo, does it really matter, just the previous king of Camelot. wait maybe that Uther guy. whatever.

banquo - chaddick 

im tired, ur just gonna have to pretend that tedros is king arthur’s grandson and yes, chaddick’s son

i shall allow chaddick to have an actual role where he is a humble, loyal knight who isn’t just conveniently used to fulfil some random prophecy... oh wait poor guy was wronged so bad in TCY- ok ik he dies in macbeth too but like he has a bigger role here than in the 6 sge books. chaddick/ banquo are good plot devices that only exist so the prophecy makes sense, bingo!

macduff - tedros 

c-section king

he just would be that character with the unique and coincidental part of his past that allows him to be king

young and underestimated check

daddy issues and family trauma

kinda doesn’t deserve to be king but uno what, ~prophecies~ 

(just forget abt malcolm’s existence, i have the power now)

the king of england - agatha

agatha as king... we love to see it yes this is my way of incorporating tagatha just pretend macduff falls in love with the king of england ok.  agatha breaks the news that tedros’ dad has just died- cute comforting scene

 scottish macduff realises the english are ok just like tedros realises agatha isn’t a witch... idk someone write a oneshot

3:30 am:

me: let’s fix all my mistakes w some aesthetic mood board ideas.

*types in “macbeth aesthetic” into pinterest* *chooses the first 3 images*

this is very much adequate

4:00 am; do what you will with this information, people of the internet. this doesn’t even make sense at this point. can’t wait for the black coffee overdose my body will endure tomorrow :) also i love how the sleep deprivation slowly makes my tone more aggressive. im a simp for tagatha but rhian being the main character makes me happy. how do y’all make ur theories and stuff all pretty. WAIT NO COVEN! wait no hester oml... ok maybe the 3 witches might have to be the coven, wow, i can’t believe i’ve done this.

ok imagine them all running around in a circle chanting “Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!” - iconic

 ok, they can be the king of england’s attendants.

4:15 am: haha just brushed my teeth... why is this so chaotic. i cant get myself to proof read this because then i have to acknowledge how much time i have acc wasted so pls be traumatised by this chronic brain puke. will i ever write this fic... probably not but miracles happen. good night girls and gays - sweet dreams :) probs will regret this in the morning... oh how i worship the anonymity of tumblr

ps - currently writing a hate essay on hort which i might never release on fear of assasination by 12 year olds... we love to see it

pps - if u made it this far, idk what to tell u, u have perseverance. or maybe u just can’t read. how do i end these things and why am i treating this like a dear diary blog. goodbye. oh yeah, can some sge accounts maybe like... idk... interact w me uwu. i will go insane if i have to play devil’s advocate w myself any longer... GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!

[flamingmirrorbookish]

Macbeth Witches’ Speech Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @megsandherbooks

1. “Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.” Recommend a book with a cat in it

The Iron King by Julie Kagawa

2. “Harpier cries ‘Tis time, ‘tis time.” What is the next book you plan to read?

I'm currently reading Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo and I have no plans after that. Whatever I'm in the mood for

3. “Round about the cauldron go” Recommend a book it took you a long time to read

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman.. It took me longer than I thought it would. I was sure it was building up to something that was painful and humiliating for Eleanor and I was stalling because I didn't want to get to it. I ended up liking how things were handled (Trigger Warning: abuse – emotional and physical, toxic parents, suicide, there's also animal abuse)

4. ��Eye of newt and toe of frog” Recommend a book from your childhood OR recommend a gross book

I'm a lightweight wen it comes to gross and scary things. There was a scene in Angelfall (Penryn & the End of Days #1) by Susan Ee that made me nauseous (nauseated?)

5. “Make the gruel thick and slab” Recommend a book over 400 pages

Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia (TW: Suicide)

6. “Double, double toil and trouble/Fire burn and caludron bubble” Recommend any book you like

The Martian by Andy Weir

I tag: @booksandrandomfandoms @storytime-reviews @i-breathe-therefore-i-read @appleinducedsleep @themelodyofspring @thereadingchallengechallenge @givethatbooknerd @bibliophilecats

[teabooksandsweets]

Macbeth Witches’ Speech Tag Game

Thank you very much to @the-dust-jacket for tagging me! This is quite a different kind of book tag game.

1. “Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.” Recommend a book with a cat in it.

Oh, but there’s many good books with cats in them! But since this is a Halloween-y game, I recommend the Chrestomanci series by Diana Wynne Jones, which has many cat characters.

2. “Harpier cries ‘Tis time, 'tis time.” What is the next book you plan to read?

I don’t know. I currently read plenty of books, which means I have started them and sometimes read them, all while reading one or two books more actively. I might focus more on one of the less active ones, or pick whatever I am in the mood for when I get to it.

3. “Round about the cauldron go” Recommend a book it took you a long time to read.

Oh. Many. As I said, I often pause books and then read them later. Not because I don’t like them, but because I often need to be in a specific mood (or even a specific situation) to read specific things. But I couldn’t think of a particular book right now...

4. “Eye of newt and toe of frog” Recommend a book from your childhood OR recommend a gross book.

I am not going to recommend a gross book. In fact, I avoid gross books. Or at least, by my definition of gross. A childhood favourite of mine is A Horse Called Wonder, the first Thoroughbred book by Joanna Campbell. Though some might find animal births gross, maybe? I certainly don’t.

5. “Make the gruel thick and slab” Recommend a book over 400 pages

I am just now re-reading The Herb of Grace by Elizabeth Goudge, which is such a wonderfully healing book. Not in the least a Halloween book, but an autumn book it is. I am close to finishing my re-read (I read a chapter a day of it, but I missed some days and read more than one on others...) and my edition is a little over 500 pages.

6. “Double, double toil and trouble/Fire burn and cauldron bubble” Recommend any book you like.

I’ll recommend three very small books. One book for Halloween: The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury. One for autumn, and because it’s just so good: Goodbye, Mr. Chips by James Hilton. And one because it’s just the right thing to read: C. S. Lewis’ Letters to Children.

I tag: @fictionadventurer @isfjmel-phleg @serenastella @lovehugsunexpected @narnianarcher @freenarnian @sublimegentlemanalpaca and anyone who likes to!

[fortheheavenssake]

💟💟 PG MM Anon(II) 💟💟 Interpretation Collection - 8

52. June 19

MM ANON …… HMTQ boost……… cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ……… September kids ………… hack Australia ………… Bei-ching ………… Charlotte & George together ………… no longer alert ?? ………… “ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” ………debt, what debt? ……… slave day………… ONS………… “ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ……… 🎼teach your children well🎼………… “Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… 🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼………… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

*Entertainment purposes

June 19/20

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON, FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO😊😊💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

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HMTQ boost………

HMTQ SENT A LETTER TODAY TO BOOST OR ENCOURAGE THE BUSINESS COMMUNITY FOR THEIR HARD WORK DURING THIS TRYING TIME. HERE IS HER LETTER . COURTESY OF www.business-live.co.uk

Hull and Humber Chamber of Commerce chief executive Dr Ian Kelly has welcomed recognition from the Queen of the work the organisation and their members are doing nationwide.

The Queen is patron of the British Chambers of Commerce and she has acknowledged the response to the coronavirus pandemic as work begins on rebuilding the economy.

In the letter, Her Majesty said: “At a time of great difficulty for many, it is heart-warming to see the civic response and generosity of so many businesses, small and large, to the challenges posed, whether supporting the health sector or vulnerable communities.”

“As Patron of the British Chambers of Commerce, it gives me great pride to see the contribution you and your members are making to help firms, champion trade and rebuild communities.”

cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ………

BOTH WILLIAM AND CATHERINE MADE PUBLIC APPEARANCES TODAY. I AM SAYING THIS FOR THE LAST TIME SINCE I HAVE BEEN BANGING ON ABOUT THIS SINCE LAST NOVEMBER, SHOWED ABSOLUTELY NO SIGN OF A BABY BUMP.😮😞😊 WILLIAM VISITED THE MOST QUAINT BAKERY I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE. OH HOW I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT FOR REAL. HE BOUGHT SOME PASTRIES, HAD A CHAT ABOUT HOW THE BUSINESS WAS GOING.I POSTED THIS EARLIER , THEY GAVE HIM THE CUTEST FOOTBALL THEMED EARLY BIRTHDAY CAKE. HE LOOKED LIKE A KID GETTING IT, IT WAS SO CUTE. SMITHS THE BAKERS SERVE HMTQ SANDRINGHAM ESTATE SO THEY MUST BE REALLY YUMMY GOODS COMING OUT OF THOSE OVENS.

CATHERINE, TRUE TO HER LIVE , YET ANOTHER THING SHE EXCELS AT VISITED A GARDEN CENTRE CALLED FAKENHAM,NEAR THEIR ANMER HALL HOME. . SHE LOOKED SO HAPPY AND HEALTHY. I LEARNED A NEW WORD, HER VEST SHE WORE IS CALLED A GILET. I WONDER IF THAT MEANS SOME WEAR IT FISHING, WITH THE WORD GILL IN IT? SHE REPORTEDLY SHARED THAT SHE AND WILLIAM HAD DONE THE GROCERY SHOPPING DURING LOCKDOWN. HOW AMAZING ARE OUR CAMBRIDGES I MEAN COME ON!💜💜💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜💜💜

September kids …………

IT HAS BEEN ALL BUT CONFIRMED BY THE BIRTHDAY GENT HIMSELF, PM BORIS JOHNSON, THAT SCHOOLS SHALL FULLY RESUME COME SEPTEMBER IN THE U.K. HOW MANY RELIEVED PARENTS DO YOU HEAR SIGHING, IF YOU LISTEN REALLY HARD YOU CAN HEAR IT! GOOD, WE LIVE WITH VIRUSES AND BACTERIA ALL THE TIME. LIFE MUST GET ON, THE ECONOMY MUST GET ON. WE HAVE SEEN THE EFFECTS IN RECENT DAYS OF BEHAVIOUR PARTLY ATTRIBUTABLE TO BEING ON LOCKDOWN FOR SO LONG.

hack Australia …………

BIG NEWS CAME DURING THE NIGHT FROM AUSTRALIAN PM MORRISON OF A SYSTEMATIC, TARGETED, REPEATED INVASION OF ALL SORTS OF PLACES BY A FOREIGN ACTOR. GOVERNMENT TO PRIVATE BUSINESSES TO FINANCIAL. IT HAS BEEN SUSTAINED AND AT SUCH A LEVEL HE WENT PUBLIC BUT AS FAR AS I KNOW HAS STOPPED SHORT OF NAMING THE ACTOR. THE PUNDITS HAVE RULED OUT RUSSIA AND ARE LOOKING RIGHT AT CHINA. CHINA HAS BOUGHT UP SO MUCH LAND, REAL ESTATE AND BUSINESSES IN CANADA ESPECIALLY ON THE WEST COAST.

Bei-ching …………

CHINA HAS LONG BEEN KNOWN TO HACK INTO COMPANIES, GOVERNMENT ETC AND STEAL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. JUST LOOK AT OUR COUNTRY CURRENTLY “HOSTING”THE HEAD OF HUAWEIS DAUGHTER AT THE REQUEST OF AMERICA HAVING A WARRANT. SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULD GET BOND AT HER RECENT HEARING BUT THE JUDGE MADE THE RIGHT AND INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS DECISION TO NOT GRANT BOND. SHE HAS LOTS OF BODY PROTECTORS AT ALL TIMES. I WORRY BECAUSE CHINA HAS A LONG MEMORY. MEANWHILE THEY ARE AT IT IN AUSTRALIA MAKING BILLIONS FROM STOLEN INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, DESIGNS, SECRETS, DEALS ETC ETC.

Charlotte & George together …………

THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE GONE PUBLIC NOW STATING THAT GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE WILL REMAIN TOGETHER WHEN IT COMES TO SCHOOL ATTENDANCE EVEN THOUGH SHE COULD BE IN SCHOOL NOW. I APPLAUD THEM, THEY CAN SUPPORT ONE ANOTHER. I HAVE NO DOUBT THEY HAVE DONE PLENTY OF LEARNING AT HOME AS THEIR PATENTS ARE NEVER IDLE UNLESS THEY ARE BINGE WATCHING SOMETHING OR WATCHING FOOTBALL.

no longer alert ?? …………

THE PAPERS IN THE U.K. TODAY , PM SAYING THEY WILL MOVE DOWN ANOTHER STEP AND BEFORE LONG THERE WILL BE ZERO COVID ALERT. THE CURRENT CASES ARE VERY LOW AND PEOPLE ARE CRAVING TO HAVE THEIR LIVES………

debt, what debt? ………

AS YESTERDAY, OR EARLIER THIS WEEK, THE PAPERS STATED THE BANK OF ENGLAND HAS FLOODED £100,000,000.00 IN NEW MONEY IN AN ATTEMPT TO STAVE OFF A COMPLETE RECESSION DESCENDING INTO COMPLETE MARKET CRASH. THE LOCKDOWN EFFECTS ON BUSINESS PLUS PEOPLE ARE SAVING MONEY NOT SPENDING IT LIKE THEY WOULD IF LIFE WERE THE USUAL. SEEMS TO BE SOME SPENDING LIKE THE DEBT IS NO BOTHER. EXAMPLE BEING THAT £9,000,000.00 PAINT JOB ON THE PLANE MM ANON MENTIONED THE OTHER DAY. BAILOUTS, STIMULUS PACKAGES, ASSISTANCES TO FAMILIES AND THE UNEMPLOYED AND SOON TO BE UNEMPLOYED….JUST READ @sandiedog POST YESTERDAY ABOUT THAT.

slave day…………

IN AMERICA, THIS WEEK IN JUNE IS REFERRED TO AS JUNETEENTH. I MENTIONED IT THE OTHER DAY. TODAY LOTS OF REMEMBRANCES. IN TULSA OKLAHOMA, ON JUNE 19/1865 AN ENTIRE SECTION OF THE CITY, BLACK OWNED BUSINESSES, IT WAS CALLED THE BLACK WALL STREET. IT WAS A MASSIVE GROUP THAT INVADED BURNING EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND AND MURDERING HUNDREDS OF BLACK CITIZENS. I HAD NOT HEARD OF THIS UNTIL THIS YEAR. ITS STILL A VERY PAINFUL MEMORIES FOR THE COMMUNITY. TODAY IS CALLED THE START OF EMANCIPATION. NO MORE BEING A SLAVE, A CITIZEN.

ONS…………

THE OFFICE OF NATIONAL STATISTICS HAS RELEASED COVID-19 SEVERITY CASES INTO ETHNICITIES. BLACK MEN ARE FIVE TIMES MORE LIKELY TO DIE FROM COVID AS CAUCASIAN. THEY LIST OTHER ETHNICITIES AS WELL THAT HAVE A HIGHER RISK RATE. I HOPE SOMEONE INVESTIGATES AND RESEARCHES THOSE DATA FINDINGS.

“ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ………

AGAIN AT LAST WE RETURN TO THE BARD, THIS IS THE SCENE WHERE THE THREE WITCHES PREDICTING THE HORRORS THAT WILL UNFOLD IN “THE PLAY” ITS VERY BAD LUCK,ACCORDING TO THEATRE FOLK TO SAY THE NAME, MACBETH. HOWEVER, THE CORRECT LINE IS DOUBLE DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE……HERE IT IS BUBBLE. IS THIS TO MEANING THAT THE SOCIAL BUBBLE THAT STARTED IN THE U.K. LAST WEEKEND I THINK, AND THE AIR CORRIDORS, BRIDGES BUBBLES WHATEVER MAY NOT BE WORKING AS PLANNED. THE PM IS PROPOSING, MAYBE STATING THAT CLASS SIZES OF 30 STUDENTS IS A PUPIL BUBBLE. THERE IS PENDING RISK OF COURSE BUT MUCH MUCH LESS THAN PREVIOUSLY. I LOVE THE PHOTO IF HIM WITH THE WEE ONES DEMONSTRATING THE NEW DISTANCE.

🎼teach your children well🎼…………

I LOVE THIS SONG, I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. CROSBY STILLS AND NASH, GRAHAM NASH WEOTE. MAN I FORGOT ABOUT THEM, THEY ARE SO GOOD. CHILDREN WILL RESUME NORMAL LEARNING IN THE FALL BARRING ANYTHING MAJOR, I BELIEVE IN CANADA AS WELL.

I THINK THIS HAS A DEEPER MEANING, THE SONG WAS WRITTEN IN THE 1960’s. A TIME OF GREAT TURMOIL AND UNREST IN AMERICA, ESPECIALLY THE SOUTHERN REGION. DR KING WAS SPEAKING AND WORKING HARD AT RACIAL EQUALITY. HIS, I HAVE A DREAM SPEECH IS EPIC. IF YOU BY CHANCE HAVE NEVER HEARD AND SEEN IT, I SUGGEST IT HIGHLY. THE PROTESTING, FRUSTRATION OF RACIAL ISSUES WORLDWIDE AND THEN OF COURSE THE TROUBLEMAKERS JOIN IN, WREAK HAVOC AND TAKE AWAY THE MEANING. BUT I DO NOT SEE THIS GOING AWAY. THINGS ARE CHANGING AND THEY MUST. IF WE DO NOT EVOLVE AND LEARN , WE GROW STAGNANT. HUMAN BEINGS ARE MEANT TO LEARN , GROW, LIVE LIFE FULLY. OTHERWISE WHATS THE POINT RIGHT?

🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼…………

IN REALLY OLD FASHIONED TERMS THIS IS A NEGRO SPIRITUAL, NO OFFENCE INTENDED. THE SPIRITUALS HAD MEANING BEYOND THE RELIGIOUS. THE LYRICS SERVED AS A GUIDEPOST TO ESCAPED SLAVES. WHERE TO GO, HOW TO FIND SAFETY, HOW TO FIND ABOLITIONISTS WHO WILL HELP THEM TOWARDS FREEDOM. THEY ARE EXTREMELY POWERFUL. THE RUGBY LEAGUE , REPORTEDLY HAS TAKEN THIS SONG FOR MANY YEARS SND AS WE KNOW IN ENGLISH SPORT LIKE FOOTBALL OR RUGBY, THE CROWD SINGS THE SAME SONGS, THEME SONGS IF YOU LIKE. WITH THE CURRENT CLIMATE OF RACIAL ISSUES THEY ARE GOING TO CONSIDER STOPPING SINGING THIS. ALTHOUGH HOW DO YOU STOP 40,000 DRUNK FANS FROM SINGING ONCE THE STADIUMS OPEN UP? THE PM HAS COME OUT AGAINST THIS BAN.

“ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” “ Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

BACK AT MY MOST FAVOURITE TIME. FIRESIDE VISIT AT WINDSOR CASTLE. TIME TP HEAD UP TO BALMORAL, THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS AS USUAL. HMTQ REMINDING HIMSELF IT HOLIDAY TIME. SHE MUST BE FEELING PRETTY GOOD TO USE THE CHEEKY ENGLISH ORF FOR OFF.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOW HIMSELF WEARING TIGGER PYJAMAS I WOULD PAY SERIOUS MONEY TO SEE. BUT WE DO KNOW WELL THAT AT CHRISTMASTIME , THEY LOVE TO GIVE EACH OTHER WACKY FUNNY GIFTS. MY SUSPICION IS THAT THESE ARE ONE SUCH GIFT.😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. TWO BELOVED NICKNAMES CABBAGE 🥬 AND SAUSAGE , HIMSELF HAS FOR HMTQ. HE IS QUITE SWEETLY ACTUALLY, REMINDING HER ITS TIME FOR “THE CAMBRIDGE SHOW ON TIK TOK”.

I WOUKD LOVE IT TO BE THE RACHEL SHOW WITH AN ⏳COUNTING DOWN TIME TO JUSTICE. ⚖️ 🕰 TICK TOCK RACHEL, SOON THE BELL TOLLETH FOR THEE 🔔

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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53. July 1

💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️ PG AUDIOSPEAK INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

MM ANON ……… Hong gone ………… Melbourne hellbourn……… Britain made a wedding profit ??? …………… 4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………Maple Kate forever……… George is upset…………… 🎼follow er of fashion 🎼………………… MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ……………… Wigan bin in ……………………air Bridge of size.

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JULY 1/2020 HAPPY CANADA DAY🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

RIDDLE #53 FOR ME BUT I THINK I MISSED FOUR OR FIVE RIDDLES SORRY. I WILL ATTEMPT THIS ONE. THANK YOU MM ANON FOR YOUR KIND MESSAGE✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟💟PG💟💟💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️✝️🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥

Hi kids this is my very very very first riddle using this software where I don’t have to type so I just speak so if I come across differently it’ll be just my pattern of speech but hopefully you’ll still get the whole wonderful marvellous experience of PG😁💜💜💜✝️✝️✝️🦥🦥🦥✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

Hong gone …………

Well kids I am going to attempt using dictation no no no attempt dictation anyhow I can’t go back in and erase what does called so anyways I’m going to attempt dictation of audio of my riddle interpretation and this one hung gone makes me very sad. The British handover her to China of Hong Kong 20 years ago or so was with the understanding that Hong Kong ,The Hong Kong ,would maintain its independence and it’s free market and all that and it’s all changed. Hong Kong is gone. China has invaded they have made free speech and any mention relating to Hong Kong illegal and many people have been arrested and this is absolutely dire situation it’s just terrible. We need to pray for all those people there’s a lot of people from all over the world that have lived there for a long time doing business and I know a lot of Canadians have left already but I do know many are still there and sentence

Melbourne hellbourn……

This phrase goes back a number of years some when there was a lot of racial attacks on I,migrants from India. however that is Old news and what we have is a major major spike in again the coronavirus across Melbourne there’s been any many more cases actually Austra different parts of Australia and it’s resulted in a lot of serious oh I don’t need to go onto all that you guys know the whole what happens when the case is spike. They have been saying for a while with this coronavirus COVID-19, is more virulence in warmer weather no that’s interesting because here where I am it’s we’re pushing 40°C and Australia is on the bottom of the world are on the other side of the world anyways and they’re technically in there autumn so I don’t know how that theory holds I although I haven’t myself checked with the temperature is there so I could be wrong it could be out there. Anyway it is very serious and we just need to keep all of everyone in prayer our Australian friends in prayer or New Zealand Friends in prayer.

Britain made a wedding profit ??? ……………

Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah oh kids when I speak you will get more of a conversation for me then just information and I had to laugh reading this because Madam is now claiming 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂she’s claiming 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂knock knock do now knock knock , who’s there, ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha. OK serious now Madam is claiming that her 32,000,000 pound wedding which was paid for by whoever brought in $1 billion pounds worth of tourism to the UK ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha I am sorry but this is just insanity run amok in the mire of Sea hag soup yuck liar Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel liar.

4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………

Today is Canada day so I wish my fellow Canadians a happy Canada Day🇨🇦. July 4 in America is usually their day to celebrate America day in the American land as Pluto living would say, if you’ve ever watched Pluto living on YouTube, with our Canadian superstore talking dog talks about the Canada land and the America land and the England seriously. So July 4 is Independence Day in America. It is a holiday it’s usually a picnic day a parade day or day of national pride a lot of people out and about with music and film and live music and fireworks 💥 and that sort of thing do you to the increase again in corona Coronavirus seems to be spiking in various cities and of course the “friendly gatherings” that have been happening all over the country “to redecorate public landscapes”, have led to the cancellation of many July 4 celebrations which is very sad and again then indication of where things are at.

Maple Kate forever………

🍁 The maple leaf forever with the original song of Canada before we have to celebrate dominion day but we are when we got our flag I think in 1967 it’s been since then has been called Canada day. When William and Catherine visited Canada in 2011 they were here on Canada Day and she’s all she’s beautiful in red and she was wearing the Maple 🍁 leaf brooch that a HMTQ loaned to her. It was a gift from Canada. I am blessed enough to own a copy of that brooch that my sister brought back for me from one of her trips to London which unfortunately she could not take this year she has missed several trips that she’s not happy bunny 🐰 about.

George is upset……………

Now I know this is not recent but there have been cute reports that our George is not happy with the schoolwork he’s getting because Charlotte has much cooler stuff to learn and to work on. That was reported back in May mid May end of May so I don’t know if she’s doing cooler summer projects or maybe taking swimming lessons or something else maybe she’s got some thing that he thinks is cooler I couldn’t find anything recently anyways more recent than that but George is such a sensitive soul don’t you just love them.

🎼follow er of fashion 🎼…………………

OK here we have a song and it’s follower of fashion or follow ER a fashion let’s talk about the ER could be emergency room or a variation of the British way of saying her which would be ‘er, although they do say that in some parts of America I believe are pronounce it thusly. The song follower and fashions with the in from the 1960s by the band The Kinks and it totally made fun of British fashion and style at that time And just as you do you can make fun of your own but don’t let anybody else try. No when I see ER, it obviously her Majesty’s signature, however here we have ER in lowercase,er. This is a woman who is a legend in her own mind Madam part of the billion £1,000,000,000 that was supposed to have been earned by the government of England or Britain or the England land or whatever amount of calls it a part of the billion £of that was to be earned by her wedding was from her and her brilliant fashion choices none of which were British with the exception of I believe and Stella McCartney. The dress for the reception dinner after the happy gathering of unhappy people are rumours abound whether a reception occurred or not. There are no pictures and yeah so whether there was an actual reception or not I’ll leave that for you to decide whether madams fashion choices have been British is obvious know whether her fashion choices have raised money probably whether they have been good no and so this song with kind of fit because it’s making direct funding of fashion British fashion of the time but now the fashion that Madame has employed guys the threat of the stuff is totally different doing talking then doing typing so please bear with me.

MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ………………

Oh this is too funny I just use the word the word the first phrase in the above paragraph she’s a legend in her own mind MM ANON, you have A legend in her own lunchtime. I think the same explanation applies she is just the cats miaow in her own eyes and she just can do anything and do no wrong wonder if she’s preparing for now at lunchtime chat show or what’s going on the meaning of lunchtime I should just worry about her court and her five so-called friends that she has no named not public leave it to the court and my goodness the chips are going to fall the chips are going to fall the 🔔 tolling I can hear it off in the distance the bell 🔔 is towing can you hear the bell 🔔 Rachel it is starting to toll for thee!

Wigan bin in ……………………

Sad news for the Wigand athletic club it’s been announced that they’ve gone into administration. They have been in the champions club and this closure administration is due to the effects of the coronavirus yet another victim of the coronavirus. The club has been given a 12 point suspension which could remove them from the current leak there in and relegate some to a lower league which should be absolutely disastrous and devastating of course for all the fans never mind the players and all the staff people in their jobs just it’s just devastating. The coronavirus has just weird we haven’t even begin to see The extreme damage which has been done and all the ripple effects of the lockdown the many deaths the illness is the lot real lockdown on the entire effectiveness of just it’s just it’s so massive that my mind at least at this point cannot even grasp.

air Bridge of size.

An air bridge is the cross platform right from your desktop to your mobile phone communication system for quick to dial phone numbers it’ll text you you are a nearest transfers from any desktop to your mobile device which is very convenient.

I don’t believe MM ANON, is referring to this type of air because I do believe she’s she’s really referring to the air bridge in terms of travel. I’ve actually found a newspaper article here it’s in titled air bridge of sighs SIGHS,, and it’s talking about the rules of the UK regarding travel the quarantine for those travelling into the country will still be remain in effect and people will be compelled to wear facemasks in public transport. Seems to be some challenges with regards to individual countries. Currently I emergency tops are in the way between our Nicola Sturgeon a Scottish national party and the Boris Johnson he made the statement that the air is no border between Scotland and England it that that was absurd and as we knowScots🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿are proud and they were many want their independence and a great umbrage at the comment made by the PM Johnson. This is quite important because as you know her Majesty always goes to Balmoral in Scotland for her summer break and if they are not allowing travel that would not be a good thing so guys get it resolved she wants to go she needs to go they need the holiday get it resolved please for her Majesty thank you.

OK kids I’d like some feedback on how this went using the microphone and having me talk instead of typing. It’s definitely been a lot easier for me and I hope it makes the riddle still enjoyable and helpful I am missed about four orfive of them that week when I took a break there and I feel badly about that but I can’t go back and do them now so I don’t know what riddle l am on now I am really don’t know but anyways thanks kids thanks a lot bye-bye

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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54. July 3.

HEY KIDS, I AM GETTING THE HANG OF DOING THE AUDIO NOW. IT SWITHCHES FROM ALL CAPS TO REGUSO BEAR WITH ME✝️✝️✝️PG💟💟💟

MM ANON

MM ANON ………OMG your under arrest………… video link………… across the border Scotland ……………surprise George …………… Charlotte leads………… Kate&William on top again ………… MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies……………… “ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

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JULY 3/2020 0425 hrs RIDDLE FROM JULY 2/2020

RIDDLE #54

Sorry kids I ended up crashing to sleep yesterday and the riddle came up so I missed it but here at four in the morning I’m awake and

OMG your under arrest………… video link…………

WELL GHISLAINE MAXWELL WAS ARRESTED yESTERDAY ACTUALLY BY NOW IT WILL BE THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY SHE WAS ARRESTED ON WEDNESDAY THURSDAY. THURSDAY IN THE TINY STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE IN AMERICA. SHE WAS NOT THOUGHT TO BE IN AMERICA BY MANY. OTHERS THOUGHT MAYBE SHE WAS HIDING IN SOUTH AMERICA OR SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT NOPE THERE SHE WAS IN THAT LITTLE STATE. SHE HAS BEEN BEING BEING MONITORED BY THE FBI FOR QUITE SOME TIME AND SO THEY WERE WAITING, HOW WAS IT, PHRASE THEY SAID THEY WERE WAITING FOR WHEN IT WAS THE RIGHT TIME, SO OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT THEY NEEDED TO HAVE IN PLACE before they arrested her. THE FBI WANT MISS MAXWELL TO FLIP OVER ON PRINCE ANDREW AND SOME OTHER WELL HEELED MEN BECAUSE SHE HERSELF IS BEING ACCUSED OF SEXUALLY ABUSING ARE THOSE THOSE WOMEN AND YOUNG GIRLS, SHE MAY BE LOOKING TO MAKE A DEAL. ON THE PHRASE THAT JEFFREY HAD A BLACK BOOK BAG, IN HER, BY ARRESTING HER, THEY’VE GOT THE LIVING BLACK BOOK! SO THEY USE THE “THEY KNOW WHERE SHE KNOWS WERE ALL THE BODIES ARE BURIED WHICH MEANING MAY MEAN LITERAL BODIES I DON’T KNOW BUT IT’S JUST USUALLY MEANS THAT SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE AND EVERY HORRIBLE THING THAT WAS DONE.OK kids all IS WORKING NOW OR ISN’T IT IF IT’S WORKING BUT IT WORKS HERE AT WORK AND EMAIL BUT IT DOESN’T WORK IN A TUMBLR WHEN I WANT TO DO A MESSAGE TO SOMEBODY SO ANYHOW WE’RE STILL LEARNING THIS WHOLE GAME. NEW SENTENCE SO SHE WAS TO APPEAR YESTERDAY VIA VIDEO LINK TO FACE THE JUDGE THE BIGGEST HURDLE WAS BAIL. She was mandated to the custody of the US marshals and will be transferred to the courthouse I see the jail in Manhattan. Ironically it’s the same jail where Jeffrey Epstein was held until his death.OF COURSE SHE WANTED BAIL BUT DO IT TO HER NOW THERE’S SOME SOME PEOPLE SAYING YOU SHOULD HAVE ENOUGH AS MUCH MONEY AS THE RUMORS ARE BUT I THINK SHE’S A PRETTY WEALTHY LADY SO NEEDLESS TO SAY BAIL WAS DENIED BECAUSE SHE IS A FLIGHT RISK. She is being held without bond on child charges of child sex trafficking part of it is for Jeffrey Epstein and part of it is for herself oh I see now I’ve gone on all caps off again anyways whatever I’ll just keep talking. SHE’S JUST ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING AND THEY WANT HER TO FLIP ON PRINCE ANDREW AND SO THEY’RE GONNA BE PUTTING PRESSURE ON HER AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN I REALLY DON’T.

across the border Scotland ……………

WELL THINGS HAVE GOTTEN GONE FROM BAD TO WORSE SO YESTERDAY THEY WERE IN NEGOTIATIONS WITH NICOLA STURGEON IN THE FIRST MINISTER OF SCOTLAND AND THINGS HAVE JUST FALLEN APART AND THE BORDER WILL REMAIN CLOSED. SO ANYONE WANTING TO TRAVEL TO SCOTLAND I THINK WOULD BE “SOL”, OR, BLANK OUT OF LUCK AS WE SAY HERE I WON’T SAY THE FIRST WORD. I am finding conflicting information here on whether her Majesty will be able to go to Balmoral or not due to the border being closed. I said I am but it comes up as I’ll caps on so this whatever you’ll just have to bear with me and with the with the system sometimes it’ll be capital letters sometimes not. So I don’t know what’s gonna happen with her vacation does she have the power and authority to override the law seems like Dominic Cummings and then a lot of local politicians to so I I don’t know what’s gonna happen I really don’t. I just feel really bad for her they just been through so much loss so much and now this and with what’s going on with Ghislaine Maxwell oh my goodness.

surprise George …………… Charlotte leads…………

All caps on one of Prince Georges godmothers Julia Samuel has just come out with what she gives him for gifts. SHE SPOKE ABOUT HOW GEORGE’S PERSONALITY IS SO SIMILAR TO DIANA’S HOW IT’S FUN AND CHEEKY AND LIKES JUST TO HAVE A LOT OF FUN.SHE WAS SPEAKING ON A PODCAST AND THE LADY WHO IS DOING THE PODCAST HER NAME WAS ELIZABETH DAY, AND A FEW RIDDLES AGO MAYBE TWO WEEKS AGO WE HAD A CLUE FROM YOU MM ANON THAT SAID NICE SCOOP BETH KNOW I THOUGHT AT THE TIME IT WAS ELIZABETH HOLMES AND I WAS STICKING TO MY STORY BUT HERE WE HAVE ELIZABETH DAY WHO HAS SCORED AN INTERVIEW. PRINCE GEORGE ‘S GODMOTHER SO I WOULD SAY THAT WOULD BE A NICE SCOOP BETH.

THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ARE A BUSY BUSY BUSY AS USUAL THEY ARE HAVING A GARDEN THAT THEY’RE ALL WORKING ON. NO OF COURSE ALL EVERYTHING BECOMES A COMPETITION WITH CHILDREN AND I THINK GEORGE IS A LITTLE SUNFLOWER IS NOT GROWING AS FAST AS FIRST LOUIS SO HE’S A LITTLE BIT NOT HAPPY ABOUT THAT OR UPSET.

Kate&William on top again …………

I don’t have Instagram but what I’m finding here and I don’t know if it’s correct but the Sussex is have 11.2 and the Cambridge and have 11.9 million so if that’s accurate and correct they are on top again with the Instagram followers. It’s just me something else that’s not surprising either because we love them everybody loves them.

MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies………………

Madam is continuing with a boatload of PR lies this week. It is just been unbelievable all the lies and the the scraping of the barrel and again crying make up lad has appeared that little that man that acts like a little lad and cries and oh my goodness. The she is pregnant rumours are out and so are rumours she is seeing the top OB/GYN in LA and the scan revealed it’s a baby girl. Blah blah blah more lies lies lies she’s more pathetic as the days go by and I didn’t even think that was possible for her.

Now with Ms. Maxwell being arrested she knows all the Names and she knows everything about everybody who is involved with everything. So if there is any connection I would be quaking in my boots and I think it’s really interesting that President Trump had a conversation with her Majesty the Queen just before the arrest so the FBI saying they’re waiting for the right time for the arrest this is a long game kids this is not just a general in a play and it’s got a touchdown and we’re done with it so it’s a wow I would just love to know all the details that are happening in the background.

With regards to her lawsuit against MOS she now has come forward in the sealed document named who the five friends are that she had not given permission to tell her story to via People magazine. She still denies giving permission. So it’s gonna be really interesting when and if we find out who those five friends are and all my my my my my my we are getting near the end I can just hear the tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock on the clock. justice is awaiting definitely the scales of justice our O waving and many of us are as well not waiving the waiting.

“ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

Now we are back at Windsor Castle. Her Majesty and Prince Philip are discussing the pending trip to Balmoral, via helicopter, and one of his sweetheart words for her is cabbage or sausage and so we’re having cabbage today and they’re speaking of it. HMTQ is saying how nice it is to be going for a drive around the grounds. And as per usual there will be hunting parties and that’s anything outdoor at Balmoral fishing picnicking hunting it’s just absolutely the delight and love of the royal family. Sounds like they’ve both had their medical checks and they’re all clear no signs of fever or any other health issues so they’re clear to go over to Scotland and I’m certain with her being the Queen that that she can make that decision and I wholeheartedly support that. Her Majesty is saying you still need to bring Sydney along I don’t know how himself would get along without Sydney in and he saying all Sydney yes and I think he’s wanting to make sure that Sydney has enough of his Boddington‘s to last for the entire they are at Balmoral, and then some🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.

They are getting an alert or some sort of tone on their device indicating that it’s the Tic Toc time and the Cambridge kids are on and ready to perform forget again and himself oh I’d love to see that it’s not so awesome I just I just have pictures of what this time as you know with them together the two of them and Sydney and the dynamics going back-and-forth and after knowing and being together for so long I just think it’s so so darn special.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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55. July 3

MM ANON ………… 0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink …………… 🎼Braaaaaazil🎼……………… business as unusual …………… speak to the Guinness ………… TSDONY………… Subpoena ad testomonium…… theatre/ no theatre ……………… but not America ………… Lone Ranger……………… Mt, Rushmore ………… a bad day in LA ………… still hiding

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

JULY 3/2020. RIDDLE #55

0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink ……………

Well tomorrow or in the UK it’s ready today there will be one massive as the paper says pub Mageddon to get a riff on the word Armageddon. Starting at 06:00 the pubs will be open and there will be so many people queued up and waiting to get in. There will be drinking like we have not seen probably since the end of prohibition in the United States it will be on an epic level. There will be so much alcohol consumed because people have not had their locals for so long now. I sure would not want to be anywhere near any any place near where there is the level of rage needing to be let loose.

Yesterday PM Boris Johnson was a really given the charge that they needed to get the economy going and they will start building and refurbishing and adding a lot to London for sure and the Country. Needing to get the economy going after it being stalled for so long and having the Bank of England flood more money into the market, just people need to get back to work.

However it will be a drinking marathon and literally that will be the Thomas like round song do you remember round songs when you were a kid? you would like the wheels on the bus it all take turns than the song would go around and around. Anyways it will be like that drink drink drink build build build drink and drink beer I’ll be like two opposite sides working at the same time it’s going to be a gong show.

🎼Braaaaaazil🎼………………

MM ANON I just love you. This song by Xavier Cugat Is entitled Brazil. It was used in many movies and many lounges at the time when in many old movies of which I am a great fan of any of you know. Most of you would recognize the melody instantly as it was played but not know the name of it or who the performer was. It is a great Latin music song.There’s a movie called Sitting Pretty one of my favourite movies of all time with Maureen O’Hara and Robert Young,it is saying her husband they’re still there they’re name are Stacy and Henry King hang out what’s his name it’s gonna bug me and it’ll come back to me anyways this song plays prominently in a scene with that movie with her and Clifton Webb were doing a dance as the town gossips about them. This is one of the great Mr. Belvedere movies if you have not seen any of them oh you must. As you can see I remembered his name I am I thought I added it but above there his name is Robert Young.

Brazil is exploding with cases of COVID-19 is anyone else having COVID-19 fatigue like or is it just me? Anyhow they have decided to reopen the many businesses and they have not even hit the peak of their their cases yet. It’s it’s a dire thing for the economy and balancing lockdown and and finances and it’s just an absolute nightmare. One of the newspaper links here is saying that it’s a tragedy that is foretold is it inevitably going to happen and get my chores as things reopen the virus will spread even more. So it’s absolutely disastrous and so sad which is it just makes me so sad that this is happening.

business as unusual ……………

Everything has changed but since Covid in this clue could apply to anything from the social distancing and restaurants are the plastic that’s not the right word but you know the clear plastic for up in front of the cash registers are between tables. The business is re-open but with limits and the levels of disease spread will be monitored very closely any increase will result in what’s happened in Leicester were so been locked down again on people I’m sure are not obeying the the rules.

speak to the Guinness …………

One of my favourite beverages when I was able to drink before I’ve been on all this medication with Guinness extra cold oh my times in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 all my good memories good memories. The way this is worded it almost reminds me of the saying talk to the hand when you didn’t want to hear something you put your hand up and you say talk to the hand. So this is like speak to the Guinness.I don’t know if there’s not enough supply or if they’re thinking they’re not having enough obviously then you talk to you to the Guinness. That is about it I don’t know if that’s for certain it off but that sounds possible to me.Given that they have been ramping up production of their famous beverage in anticipation of this weekends drink fest and they want to make sure they have enough on hand. Bars were supposed to open originally at midnight but they were had to be delayed until 6 AM so I’m sure the crowd will be just raring to go.

TSDONY…………

No what is this I have heard of SDNY the Southern District of New York. Geoffrey Berman he was head prosecutor of this very aggressive arm of the criminal justice system in the United States was fired a few days ago. I am not sure who is who will replace them I haven’t looked it up yet. So what what what what does B out of New York the Southern District well I guess you know what MM ANON in on you you’re using a different abbreviation I know it is SDNY and so I think you’re doing it as TSDONY which means the Southern District of New York I’m gonna go with that. This is a court that also prosecuted Michael Cohen, President Trump‘s I think they called him his fixer anyways he’s in jail now he’s been convicted of all sorts of things he’s in jail prison.

This is the office of which out of which Ghislaine Maxwell will be prosecuted. She was arrested in New Hampshire and she was turned over to the US Sheriffs for transport to taking her to Manhattan to the same jail where Jeffrey Epstein was kept. I certainly hope they have better security and supervision of her other than they did have Jeffrey. From the way the papers are talking it sounds like she’s going to be flipping over and cooperating and giving up all sorts of names and she knows a lot about a lot of people that they would not want known. Continues to be as this does laser focus on Prince Andrew from something way back when with someone who was an adult. There are so many politicians and stars will start is that an old word stars were like in the 1940s those movies to me those are stars so it was considered a star today is somebody who’s got PR. There’s a lot of people political people wealthy people people we probably can’t even imagine that are in her little mental black book that she could flip over on but yet they seem to be banging away at Prince Andrew. So it seems like this attack at our monarchy it’s just it’s continuing and it’s just I am not saying that I think he’s innocent but I do think he’s innocent until it’s proven guilty right it’s not how the world works? They just seem to be laser focussed on getting him to testify or getting something on him and were the backers are going full speed on this I’m not saying that office is corrupt but it’s very interesting that that the president had to add Bill Barr get rid of the head prosecutor there I don’t know I I don’t know anymore what what is true and what is fake news I really don’t.

Subpoena ad testomonium……

So I was just looking up the meaning of the word testomonium and it means at the end of a contract or a clause that says in witness there of any person would he say that they were in witness of some incident and they will be signing their name. Subpoena I think we all know what that means that’s a pay for you to get from the prosecutors office or the defence that you need to come in and give testimony. The FBI have been going on and on how uncooperative Prince Andrew and for him his side he said he would but he’s made himself available at any point for them to come to England to interview him,. So at some point This is going to happen but I highly highly highly doubt that I’ll believe it if I sought in person that Prince Andrew would go to United States. That would be the stupidest move he could ever do because he would never get out of that country. I don’t think his lawyers would let him nor would her Majesty, that was just very foolish. Anyhow I just think I just I know I am on about this but this this this attack against our monarchy is continuing and it’s escalating and we are ramping up and we thought we reaching a tipping point last summer and we thought we were reaching a tipping point the previous summer and remember the clue we had that was the “lift off “and we thought oh wow finally things will come out, and that’s like two years ago. so we know when the Lord Geidt has been playing The long game as has her Majesty. Will you say things have been happening in the background I know that’s been kind of like a broken record that we’ve been saying here but this is this is all coming together now with the the social unrest in the race issues and this was all planned a very long time ago and it’s financed by pick who you choose there’s a list of backers that we all know who it could be and in combination so they’re just sitting back laughing and watching that the horror unfold. I am on the other hand I am praying for our Queen and our monarchy and our faith that we can keep our faith open and seems to be attack on everything I hold dear, Christian faith, historic statues be the popular or not they tell our history and of course some thing I hold very dear to my heart is her majesty and the monarchy.

theatre/ no theatre ………………

I saw an interview with a Piers Morgan and the other lady on good morning Britain were interviewing John Barrowman. And he was born in Scotland but he’s was moved to the states with his family when his dad got a I think a big factory manager job I think at caterpillar anyways he was talking about the death of the theatre regarding Covid. Now if you’re not English and you’re not aware as fall approaches in winter approaches pantomime or Panto is huge and it’s a big money raiser for theatre and local theatre and They have no idea if it’s going to go on or not he said he is scheduled to be in Bristol in some I forget would play I forget anyway she scheduled to be there but he has no idea if it’s if it’s going to be going on or not and he’s not getting any word from anybody nobody knows anything. But then he he’s also been on the stage is a very well-known stage actor and he has been for years and he went on to talk about the West End in the theatre in the end if if those things don’t resume soon he said the theatre will die he said 75% of it is already gone and if the Panto season doesn’t go ahead that he said could be will be the death of the British theatre. I won’t say that too loud with my sister might hear that and that be devastating for her she likes to go to London to see several plays quite often. It really is quite devastating this whole it’s like I don’t even know it’s the whole world is changed and what we will look like on the other side of this I I just don’t know. I’ve I think I say, l just don’t know a lot eh? and I use the word anyhow different than when I’m typing.

but not America …………

I think MM ANON here is referring to the air bridges is where the countries that the Brits will be able to travel to given the Covid situation. What I’m reading is that America, Russia and Brazil are definitely off the list of places where Britons can travel to. So unfortunately they won’t be able to go to those places for holiday.

Lone Ranger………………

Way back I think in the 1950s there was a show called the lone ranger a hero riding his horse wearing a mask and a side kick Tonto. Well given the fact that title is Native American and with the half way the world is now I’m sure that show will be banned and will never be allowed to be played again. But it’s interesting that Trump is not wanting to wear a mask for a while but you change your mind on that I guess he’s looking for staff and who do you like to joke so silly he says he looks like the Lone Ranger when he wears a mask that’s so funny you know we need to laugh months all of this sadness right so he gave me a laugh anyways I thought that was pretty funny.

Mt, Rushmore …………

Tomorrow’s July 4 in the United States it’s called their lndependence Day and it’s usually filled with fun and barbeques in fireworks and people getting together watching parades and that’s her thing. A lot of places it’s all been cancelled due to the Covid. President Trump and his family will be going to Mount Rushmore and having a celebration there and fireworks. This is somewhat controversial as other places it’s been cancelled but he feels it’s very important that this go on. There has been talk of getting rid of some of the faces on mount Rushmore if you’re not familiar mount Rushmore is a massive Massive not statue but it’s carved into the side of the mountain four presidents I’m going to go from memory here I think it’s Teddy Roosevelt George Washington oh dear I’m not American I think those are two of them and there’s two more I can look it up if you’re interested in. There has been talk with all these statues being pulled down and destroyed there has been talk of some talk about getting rid of the part of Mount Rushmore because somebody doesn’t like the face of one of the presidents I am not sure the logic but that would be one major task to get up there and deface that so I hope they don’t do that. I hope everything goes well tomorrow I hope it’s televised at least people will get to see the fireworks which is so important I remember as a kid we always drove down my parents always drove us down across the border and we would go to different places and watch the fireworks and have hotdogs in and we would enjoy the day even though we were Canadian we would always drive down there and we always had loads of fun it was awesome. I just think it’s so sad somethings so sacred it is destroyed for so many millions of people after all the work over the last couple of hundred years of developing this beautiful country I just think it’s so sad. And I’m sure there will be protests tomorrow and even though all they can’t get together for parades and all this other stuff to celebrate they could certainly will be allowed their first amendment right to protest and possibly would very likely burn the flag we seen that quite often at these protests so anyways from my American friends my heart aches for you it really does I’ve been praying for you and I I just it it’s my heart just aches it really does.

a bad day in LA …………

Well well well, I am doing my best Angelina Jolie voice from Maleficent where she says well well well. Gil Garcetti was the DA in Los Angeles during the whole OJ trial thing and now his little boy is the mayor of Los Angeles.He has been all gung ho on the protests ,you know the first amendment right and it’s all good outside there’s fresh air and some people have masks and there’s no risk whatsoever as to COVID-19 that’s been his mantra. Well today ,as I say well well well ,there’s been a big spike in COVID-19 cases and well well well Mr. Little Eric Garcetti was forced to tell the truth today when previously when he said that the spike in Covid cases had nothing to do with the protests he had to eat some crow today and acknowledge that it was due to the protests.

still hiding

Who is still hiding? We know Madam has been hiding we know certainly that her main squeeze has been hard hiding ,Marcus and he’s either hiding or he’s in custody and he’s flipped on her I think he might have a sleazy enough to to look after his own self and everyone else be damned.. We’re not stupid though we know LG and his men know exactly where she is what she’s doing and even though she think she may be pulling something over on somebody, oh no way, the powers that be know exactly where she is and what she’s up to.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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56. July 5

Kids this audio software is just working out great for me may not give me better answers to the riddle but poetry makes my working on it a whole lot easier on my hands I’m so thankful so so thankful.

MM Anon

MM ANON ……… formula sprog………… madness will spill………… stupid father………… no she wont’ yes she will……… Nigel’s illegal pint………… Williams cider………… Spain’s pain……………… ahhhhhh, blonde bits …………… 🎼only the lonely🎼……………… for love or MONEY …………… HMTQ ( NENC) ………… with the contempt she deserves …………… it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

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July 5/2020

I don’t believe there was a riddle for Sunday. Sorry l have been off this weekends kids. Going to do my best here.

a RIDDLE #56

formula sprog…………

HOW LONG HAS BERNIE ECCLESTONE BEEN THE HEAD OF F1 RACING?? SEEMS FOREVER. HE HAS ALOT OF CHILDREN AND HAS HAD MORE THAN HIS SHARE OF SUPERMODEL GIRLFRIENDS, HEIDI KLUM TO NAMONI CAMPBELL. WELL THE RIPE AGE OF 89 GENT HAS DONE IT AGAIN. A NEW BABY BOY WITH A WOMAN HALF HIS AGE, BABES INITIALS SPELL ACE, ALEXANDER CHARLES, WITH HIS THIRD WIFE FABRIANA FLOSI. CONGRATULATIONS.

madness will spill…………

There used to be an unwritten agreement that anybody who is caught with in any area of the Palace illegally without permission breaking in whatever would not be arrested it would not be made public but they will be quietly and quickly locked away in a psychiatric facility for quite some time. For some reason this change just before the gentleman broke into her Majesty‘s bedroom oh I can’t remember what year that was. Madam is known to have been attempting to do this and also attempting to take pictures of the Cambridge children and various areas of which Christmas time at Sandringham when she would go to the bathroom whenever she would attempt to take the long way around. And take some pictures. We do know that Prince Charles had her summarily shipped back and escorted back to the United States after being discovered trying that serve trick.This MOS lawsuit that she’s got her self into of her own choice and whatever comes out when that is made public I don’t know if it’s going to drive her mad she may already be mad but she’s going to stick with her narcissism till the end of the road. I think what we have here is GM going mad at the loss of her fancy lifestyle and having everything in anything the way she wants it and she will be spilling her guts completely to get a deal and who knows what that will look like. All I know is they better keep a better eye on her than they did on her partner JE there.

stupid father…………

There are several stupid fathers here to choose from and I’m not sure which one it would be it would be daddy Thomas. GM’s father she’s she’s the youngest daughter and was always said to be his favourite and I think there’s a lot of nefarious activities going on there from day one. So I think he would be a good person in the running for this description that’s for sure. I’m not sure if that’s who you’re looking for an MM ANONI think he could be an option so could daddy Thomas so could several people that I can think of .

no she wont’ yes she will………

No she won’t yes she will know she won’t yes she will back-and-forth game will GM talk won’t GM talk won’t GM talk.I’m sure it has many people sitting on the edge of the edge of their seats.

Nigel’s illegal pint…………

Rumours abound that Nigel Farage has just returned from the United States and he did not do any quarantining or self isolating, but instead he went out to to have a drink.. Again we see another example of one rule for the upper ups and one rule for the regular people.

Williams cider…………

On July 3 Prince William visit at the Rose and Crown pub talking about how the business has been affected with Covid and that sort of thing. And he looked he looked like he was enjoying his Aspalls cider.Try saying the name of that cider into a speaker audio software and you’ll see what comes out and you say I had to manually fix that that was not appropriate.

Spain’s pain………………

Spain has been been hit particularly hard by the Covid virus both in Numbers and in deaths. On the Catalonia region on July 4 went back into lockdown due to a spike in cases. I think we’re going to continue to see this happen globally places will start to unlock down in the more people move around it’s gonna go up again.

ahhhhhh, blonde bits ……………

When I see the term blonde bits it can refer to several things. But I think man this thing of people sitting on the throne I don’t know other than the queen or princess Philip. Prince Andrew was dating Caprice, a well-known socialite. L believe she’s American but she sure has done the rounds in London. In fact when the real housewives kind of version tv show Ladies in London their first season Caprice was actually on there. I’m ashamed to actually admit that I watch the first two seasons of Ladies in London.I think she was pregnant with twins at the time it was so dramatic. The rumour goes and I don’t know if it’s true or not but the prince Andrew let her sit on his mothers throne so I don’t know if that’s what this is referring to but it just might be.

🎼only the lonely🎼………………

GREAT ROY ORBISON SONG, IF YOU LIKE HIS VOICE MANNER. Roy Orbison had a really wobbly kind of singing voice it was very very distinct. I have a feeling that this is Madam and she’s feeling very sorry for herself she’s a lonely even though she’s PR ‘edup the wazoo that she’s happier than ever with her hairy and her Archie in her wonderful life in Los Angeles.

for love or MONEY ……………

Definitely for the money that’s why everybody is out for in this whole scenario love has nothing to do with it. All these doctors and gave makers in dealmakers and oh icky people. Somebody is buying that dossier from the DM I’m certain of it to get that information out and I don’t know who that would be and I don’t know who would have that kind of money but it’s definitely going to come out and it’s going to be as far removed from the royal family as possible so they cannot even be the appearance of propriety or impropriety that they are involved in any way shape or form. I think this is gonna happen in the near future because with GM and in custody now I am I think things are gonna start to roll if she starts to to flap her lips.

HMTQ ( NENC) …………

HER STANDARD, NEVER EXPLAIN NEVER COMPLAIN. (SHE GOT THAT FROM HER MUM HMTQM, THROUGHOUT THE REIGN OF HER HUSBAND.)Well everything has been going on for the last couple of years with Harry and the backers and everything else we have not heard a word of complaint from HMTQ. If there were ever a time to complain seeing that photo of a GM and KS sitting on the throne and it’s just makes me absolutely sick.

with the contempt she deserves ……………

This could be referring to Madam or to GM. Since there has been such a long contempt in this sphere for Madam I am going to go with GM. I have no doubt that she is going to try and save her scrawny butt and she knows a lot of information about a lot of people and she should be very very nervous I think at this point I can’t even imagine. And I know that she will be treated with all the respect that a court allows but she will be treated with as much contempt as she deserves because she certainly deserves as much or more contempt of the men because she has a female recruited young girls it’s just absolutely beyond the pale of disgusting.

it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

When I read this l think of a pirate so I do.I don’t think this refers to pirates though. I think this has to do with the long game that has been played now between the royal family the backers the whole political movement to get rid of the Monarchy. We have in the background the attempt to get a princess Andrew who is a friend of GM and JE was that in fact the first attempt to infiltrate the royal family? The back is hiring Madam to go at our Harry I was at the second attempt? This is all one long game of poker got to have a good poker face to stay in this game for as long as the Lord Geidt has and it’s her long is Her Majesty has and this is not at the end I don’t think I think there’s a lot to happen yet. And the arrrrrr is just the utter frustration for everybody imagine being directly involved!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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57. July 8

MM ANON ……… girl up the creek………hostage man. ………… half free meal………… drug exposure …………… …staff redundancy at HMTQ …………… boarding rules …………… most popular royal ……………… mines a cider……… ( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it) …… out of his Depp-th… “ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼…………… Spanish flu?? ……… 🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

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July 8/2020. RIDDLE#57

girl up the creek………

There’s a saying here that if you’re up the creek it usually involves a four letter word starting with S and ending in T , but if you’re up the creek it means the jig is up, your days are numbered, the game is over, the police are coming and don’t bother fighting just cooperate, basically. Madam has been up the creek for quite some time! She’s been up the creek since before the gathering of unhappy people when she was using PR to keep this fake relationship alive she used to use PR for the last four years, at least, to keep Prince Harry as part of her inner circle, her partner and her husband, her beloved all that other garbage that comes out of her mouth!! I know there have been points for the past two years where we’ve had the clue at a tipping point or we have felt we’ve been at a tipping point, but I think we’ve tipped over to be quite honest with you. I think we have tipped and we’re sliding down like in the movie Titanic. You know how that scene, where the whole ship goes from horizontal to vertical and it starts just sink into the water? I think that’s exactly where we’re at Madam is at the top of that boat clingning on for her dear life. It is sinking Rachel, your ship is sinking. I don’t know what’s what your future holds but good luck with that all I care about is getting our Harry back and getting him rehabilitated and free of your claws and clutches!

The other girl at the creek is GM and it’s going to be very interesting all the tributaries that she takes us along as she Is brought to justice! I hope for her Majesty safe the truth comes out that this is all been a plot to entrap prince Andrew and all these years of rumours an end innuendos and whatever other adjective you want to use has all been part of this whole plot to bring down the monarchy!

hostage man. …………

That video that was released for the Queen’s trust the zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom with Madam and the ‘ hostage man’, Harry. I am not jesting that’s what many of the comments were saying, Harry looks like he was held hostage. I don’t know, that whole video from start of my couldn’t even watch the whole thing to be honest with you! It’s just I just feel evil oozing through that screen and and the look on his face and the weather does Harry or are Fhairy or a robot or a hologram or whatever she’s putting it out there as if it is Prince Harry and I just find it so flipping disturbing!! It is so upsetting and I just wish I just wish this would end. The comments on many of the papers the daily mail, people were actually frightened for Harry he looked frightened he looked walked over, he was relegated to ¼ of the screen even if that wasn’t Harry still she’s portraying that and the public is believing that that Fhairy and she’s talking over him none of this is new but seeing it on on that weird pixelated zoom call that was live streamed! They were all pixelated she was clearer than him and the other people on the zoom were not pixelated! It was just all weird and they all left me feeling like there was evil I cannot put it in any other way it’s just pure and utter evil and vile presence.

half free meal…………

Rishi Sinak has a program that for £10off A meal in a restaurant is called Eat Out to Help Out. It is his pitch in his attempt to help the flourishing businesses get some money into the coffers after this devastating Covid lockdown.Diners will receive up to a discount of 10 pounds per head on Mondays Tuesdays and Wednesdays trying to get people out and show the restaurants and bars. I hope it works anything for a free pint right! There have been lots of comments and rumours already that their people already trying to scam this a program. Also 5% VAT.

drug exposure …………… …

This comment could apply to almost every person on the planet. However I am going to go with Johnny Depp because that just a massive do wall-to-wall new news coverage at least the daily mail.. The female that is that he is involved with I’m not gonna mention her name again took a picture of his lunch I think she called it with his large glass of whiskey has four lines of cocaine and music and cigarettes and whatever else. I think there was a lot of drug use,that was a very very dysfunctional relationship and yes people do what they need to do to cope right. If you keep your head numbed then you don’t have to deal with the fact at this beautiful gorgeous woman is a beating you up all the time.

I do have a feeling that this is not the right answer is a drug exposure I don’t know is it going to be in this dossier that comes out will it be exposed how much hi Madam like to indulge in her hobbies? The word exposure has my head but my Spidey sense is going exposure do you know if something has been kept hidden will be revealed and I wonder if that is not part of it just a thought.

staff redundancy at HMTQ ……………

Was announced, today is Wednesday it was announced late Monday l think, that there would be layoffs will you it is called redundancies in the UK. These redundancies are to be within within the staff of the royal household. This is very very sad news on top of many other people losing their employment I’m sure it’s in credibly difficult for her Majesty to kind of pick and choose who goes and I’m sure that’s left up to other people but it must be just incredibly heartbreaking to see people of been given is giving their work and service to the crown and I’ll being made redundant my heart really truly breaks for both her Majesty and and those being made redundant!

Again due to this whole Covid thing there does set her Majesty will return to Buckingham palace at all she’ll remain at Windsor and maybe Balmoral. As a result sadly it sounding like 250 staff are going to be made redundant I am in tears reading talking to I’m not typing what I’m tears telling you telling you this. What does means for the royal family going forward I don’t know that’s just complete unknown I think another part of the riddle says that it’s Balmoral but not like we do it and that is the truth.

boarding rules ……………

There’s been talk a couple of weeks now I’ve been hearing and reading bags of it about both George and Charlotte being sent off to boarding school as they are arriving at that age when children historically were sent away. The concern about George is “” sensitive nature at least in the media is is giving his parents pause as to what’s best for him however charlottes outgoing nature according to the media think she would do very well at boarding school. I’m doing believe that we should leave this decision up to William and Catherine they are the ones who are the parents and this is A whole New World. A world with tear a world with pandemic Covid a world with riots in the world just full of security concerns and I truly do not know how in 2020 security could be safely manage for those children studying away from home I’m sure I’m sure the boys and gray could do it I have no doubt I have no doubt at all but I think it would just be so invasive and so pervasive that it would just be so, too much too much. Again that’s my opinion the world has change so much in 2020 I never thought in my short lifetime 53 years that things things would ever go this direction and I was just chatting with a friend that was here she came to visit I had a visitor I had a visitor I’m so happy oh is it so long since I’ve had a visitor is commenting on how glad I am my parents have past and they’re not here to see what’s happening to the world.

most popular royal ………………

Back in 2018 Prince Harry was voted most popular Royal. He has slipped from that pedestal due to Madam’s efforts. In April of this year her Majesty the Queen was voted as most popular Royal. I must say I cannot disagree with that at all. I would give it two thumbs up to that and if I had four thumbs, I would have four thumbs up to that. Although I think if there’s room for a little person standing next to HMTQ, I might like to see Charlotte. She could squeeze right in next to her because she’s so cute. I think she is going to be, well she is already in the stratosphere of popularity! Can you just imagine as she continues to grow up? We have lots of blessings! Thank God for the Cambridge family! Thank you God for the Cambridge family and I am not saying that pejoratively I am saying that with all my heart with all my heart and soul.

mines a cider………

I don’t know if this is what you’re referring to but I’m reading about a lady named Kelly Brook I have been looked up to see who she is. She said she’s been drinking apple cider vinegar to avoid getting COVID-19.

I just has more to do with the economy the sales of cider have plummeted £20,000,000 😳😳😳😳that’s a a lot of money. Part of the reason is obviously Covid lockdown, at people not going out and also my brain just shut down. Sorry kids I can’t remember what I was gonna say I’m just apologize for that. I think it was interesting the other day when Prince William had some Aspalls cider! don’t make me stress my brain I could look it up but you didn’t you know he was at something in the rose …..just a minute I’m gonna look it up hold on pause. Back I checked it was the Rose and Crown pub that he was like that was in yesterday’s riddle or at least read all that I have in my folder here is the one I did yesterday. good to see William supporting the cider 🍻🍻🍻🍻industry I’m sure they were very happy to see that as well! High five William 🤚🏻five down low🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂👋🏼

( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥

Well if this is referring to me I think it might be given the purple hearts, but who is asking about me is my question?💜💜💜☺️💜💜😊💜💜💜, ‘tis great honour to be asked about, I assure you….thank you….I took her a week off about a week ago I needed a break from social media.. Since I have returned I have with the help of several here, I have learned how to use audio so I don’t have to type. So I can save my hands , they don’t get sore and numb anymore, it’s marvellous. I talk, it types. Of course corrections are needed, not all caps but so lovely. It will do ALL CAPS ON, in Apple and in some things , but most things on Tumblr it won’t do SO if you’re looking for me AND you’re looking for me you’re going to miss me so I’m been trying to put his much purple emoji‘s in there so people will catch us as as as the catch it easier but yeah that’s why it’s gonna look A little different. I also haven’t been on as much I was just this summer he really even with air-conditioning really really exhausted me and exacerbates how I struggle. So I’m ok but too, it’s nice to be missed!! I appreciate that very much brings me to tears actually.💜💜💜💜😢😢😢🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥I GOT THE SLOTH MESSAGE, ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️😊😊😊

“it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it)

With the likelihood that her Majesty will not return to Buckingham palace oh ma’am ma’am I am just heartbroken for you I just want her to continue here I’m just heartbroken. So Windsor Castle has been where they have been self isolating and from everywhere I can read and see they’re still plan to go ahead with going to Balmoral for summer vacation. It will be a vacation unlike any other because it may become her parents second home going back there between Balmoral and Windsor Castle whole life has a funny way of turning a road eh? There’s a saying God laughs while we make plans and I think I think we best leave things in God’s hands and thank goodness He is there for us.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

…… out of his Depp-th…

During my career I don’t with a lot of women who are victims of domestic violence and a precious few brave men who came forward as victims of domestic violence. What we are witnessing in in the courage the public courage of such a public person Johnny Depp coming forward and telling his truth of the violence he experienced at the hands of Amber heard I just applaud him I applaud him and I hope he’s getting all the love and support in the world and I hope that narcissistic woman gets jail time serious jail time. I also hope there’s a civil suit wherever he can take her for every penny that she has! The details are continue to come out our horrific and I’m sure there’s more just terrible.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻for Johnny🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼……………

I could not believe my eyes yesterday when the president for a sign of appraisal told the media that he had tested positive covert COVID-19 COVID-19 yeah I’ll 19 Covid yeah exactly! Then he proceeded to summarily yank off his mask and continue talking and walking backwards away from the reporters it was like something out of out of a nightmare! Just bizarre! Personally I would prefer to dance to Xavier Cugat and his wonderful orchestra Brasil more than this situation. 🎶 🎼 🎶

Spanish flu?? ………

The last pandemic that the world so I was a 1918 and that was indeed the Spanish flu that killed millions and millions and millions of people. Are we questioning hear that COVID-19 is going to also result in that? Seems every day on the news there’s a different story or explanation. Yesterday I read Covid has been found in old soil from way back when in parts of Europe…… who’s doing that research? I also read that Covid will be with us forever and that wearing masks will become the new normal. The things that everybody used to laugh at the people in China wearing masks will now become ask and I think it is amazing how easily we have gotten used to that.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻✝️✝️✝️

I also think this might be a reference to the fact that your bridges air border air bubbles whatever people from England when they go to Spain and come back they don’t have to quarantine but people from Scotland when they come back they have to self isolate for 14 days so I think there’s a lot of people quite unhappy about that.

🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

Great song by Sir Cliff Richard, and greatly needed. Cliff Richard is massive in the U.K. and l will say nothing negative about him!!! I hope the Cambridges just have a wonderful holiday wherever they go. Before they go I hope and pray the divorce is done and dusted and they can take her a long with them and have a fabulous family vacation that is my most fervent prayer that Harry is released from the closet and clutches of that sea hag evil woman and back into the loving arms of his family. No more hiding out no more games playing just back to his life that is my prayer.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🦥🦥🦥🦥

Praying Her Majesty and Prince Philip have a wonderful time at Balmoral.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿 My fervent loyalty to HMTQ and the Crown and Commonwealth.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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[jack-hallow-lantern]

The Real Story of Jack O'Lantern

  Have you ever wondered why people carve funny faces on pumpkins during Halloween and call them "jack-o-lanterns"? You may have already heard a story about it, but those stories are all wrong. I would know. I'm going to tell you the real story.

  A long time ago, around the 17th century or so in Ireland, there lived a man so mean and mischievous that he was called "Stingy Jack". He never gave anyone any money or gifts, even on their birthday. He was always lying and stealing, and he would play awful tricks on everyone he came across, including his own mother!

  One day, on a warm autumn afternoon, Jack died. When he did, he found himself unable to cross over into the afterlife. But why? 

 After thinking about it all day, Jack finally realized it was because he had been so bad when he was alive that he was going to be stuck on earth forever!

  Well, by the time he came to that conclusion, it was already night time. Jack was afraid of the dark because he knew that was when evil spirits came out. To find his way through the dark, and to scare away evil spirits, Jack took a coal from his fireplace and put it inside a turnip to use as a lantern. 

  All the other stories of Stingy Jack end there. They tell you about mean ol' Stingy Jack and how he was stuck on earth with a stinky turnip lantern for all eternity. No-one ever tells the rest of the story. But I will.

  After realizing he was stuck on Earth for all eternity because of his nasty ways, Jack walked around many nights trying to figure out how to change it. How could he make up for being bad his whole life?

  He decided he would have to be good his whole afterlife. 

  Whenever he saw someone alone at night, afraid and lost in the woods, he would use his shining lantern to guide them home.

  When Jack saw someone doing something cruel or mean, he would swoop in and scare them away and punish them.

  When he saw someone in need, he would leave them a few coins from the huge collection he'd gathered over the years.

  Years later, when the Irish made their way over to North America, Jack hid on a ship and snuck over with them. He was curious about the New World, and he'd gotten bored travelling Ireland all alone. He'd seen everything and everyone he could. If he was going to be stuck on Earth forever, he wanted to enjoy it!

  By that time, everyone had heard of Stingy Jack, and everyone could tell a story about meeting him at least once. They all started celebrating a night called All Hallow's Eve (the old name for Halloween). When they moved to North America, they took All Hallow's Eve with them! They also took their turnip lanterns.

  Back in those days, there were no pumpkins in Ireland. No-one there had ever even heard of a pumpkin! So before pumpkins, the Irish used turnips. (It was Jack who invented the turnip lantern. Everyone else copied him. It's the truth!)

  When the Irish found pumpkins, they decided they were a lot better than turnips. They were bigger, and easier to carve, and good for making pies with! After that, Jack started using a pumpkin lantern, too. 

  This is where the story gets magical. When Jack was searching a wild pumpkin patch for the nicest pumpkin to make his new lantern with, he came across an injured crow who couldn't fly. 

  Jack felt bad for the crow and decided to help her. "What do you need?" he asked the crow (he could talk to the crow because he was dead, and ghosts can talk to animals). 

  The crow weakly lifted her head and asked for an apple. Jack tried to get one from a nearby tree, but the branches were too high, and he was too short!

  "Use that long, twisted stick on the ground," the crow said, "and shake an apple from the tree." So Jack did.

After eating the apple, the crow felt a little better. Next, she asked Jack to give her some water.

  Jack went to the nearby stream and stared at the water. "I don't have anything to hold the water with," Jack told the crow.

  "Use that turnip like a cup," the crow said, pointing a feather at Jack's lantern.

  Jack shook his head. "If I do that," he reasoned, "my light will go out, and I won't be able to see at night or keep bad spirits away!"

  The crow nodded. "I understand. But I am dying, and you are already dead. I need water more than you need a lantern. You can always find another coal."

  Jack knew the crow was right. And besides, helping the crow was a good thing, which meant he had to do it to help make up for being bad. So, dumping the coal from his lantern and filling the turnip with water, he brought it to the crow.

  After the crow was done drinking, something amazing happened. The crow turned into a human woman. It was a witch in disguise!

  "Thank you for helping me," said the witch. "For being so kind, I will give you something in return. Follow me." 

  First, the witch grabbed the stick Jack used to shake the apple from the tree. Then, plucking the best pumpkin from the patch and holding it under her arm, the witch led Jack through the woods and to her little cottage. Inside, Jack was given a seat at a little wooden table. 

  "What is your name?" the witch asked him.

  "Jack O'Lantern is what people call me nowadays," he replied.

  "I have heard of you," the witch said. "You are trying to make up for being bad in life."

  Jack nodded. The witch smiled and thought for a moment. "Then you will be called Jack Hallow Lantern, because hallow means holy, and you are saintly."

  Jack was flattered. He never would have thought of himself as a saint before.

  "If you are going to make up for being bad your whole life, you will need to be able to help everyone you meet."

The witch went over to a big cauldron and lit a fire under it, then started pouring in many strange and colorful things from bottles. When she whistled, a group of mice, bats, and spiders crawled from all corners of the cottage and started helping her work.

  As she stirred the mixture, she and all the animals started to sing.

  "Double bubble, toil and trouble

  Make me a special brew

  One to help the spirit Jack

  And all that he will do

  Eye of newt, toe of frog

  Wool of bat, tongue of dog,

  Spider's web and pumpkin seed,

  A flying spell is what we need!"

  The witch took the stick Jack used to shake the apple tree and dipped it in the pot before handing it back to him.

  "This stick is magical now," the witch told him. "I've given it the same power as my broomstick. It will take you anywhere you want to go."

  Next, the witch took a magic wand from her cloak and tapped the pumpkin three times.

  Tap!

  Tap!

  Tap!

  It became as light as a feather and hollow inside with a smiling face carved in its front. The witch took a coal from her own fireplace and put it inside the lantern.

  "The light will never go out," the witch said, "And every good deed you do and good feeling you have will make it burn brighter. No evil spirit will ever be able to harm you, and the fire will not burn you."

  "Thank you!" Jack said. But the witch wasn't done. 

  "I will give you this magic bag as well," said the witch. "Whatever you need, the bag will produce it. Just wiggle your hand over it and ask for what you want. You can put anything in it, but it won't get any bigger or heavier."

  "This is a lot to give to me when all I gave you was an apple and some water!" exclaimed Jack.

  The witch smiled. "It is the least I can do for someone who saved my life." 

  It was starting to get dark outside, so Jack took everything the witch had given him, waved goodbye, and went on his way. 

  Further down the road, Jack came across a graveyard. He was starting to get tired from wandering all night, so he decided to rest on a tombstone. 

  "I will only stay a little while," he said, "Then I will look for someone else to help."

  "Did you say you wanted to help someone?" said a deep voice. "I need help right now!"

  Jack jumped up and looked around. Who said that?

  "Over here, in the tree!" the voice called. 

  Lifting his pumpkin lantern, Jack saw a bat struggling to get out of the branches of a maple tree. His wings were tangled up!

  "Hold on," said Jack, "And I will get you down." He sat on his magic stick and used it to lift himself in the air, then carefully helped the bat out of the tree. The bat flew down and perched on the tombstone, then became a tall, handsome vampire!

  "Thank you for helping me," the vampire said. "You are very kind. But where did a spirit get a magic stick?"

  Jack told the vampire about the witch, and the vampire raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so you are helping all sorts of people then. In return for your kindness, I will teach you how to turn into an animal!"

  It took all night for Jack to master the vampire's lesson, but when he did, he was able to become an orange cat, a vampire bat, and a black crow. 

  "Good job!" said the vampire. "I would teach you how to become fog as well, but we vampires must keep some of our secrets!"

  Jack agreed with the vampire, and when the sun started to rise, they said their goodbyes. 

  Continuing to explore the graveyard, Jack tripped over something. Looking behind him to see what it was, he saw a ghost lying on top of a grave. 

  Oh no! he thought. I must have hurt her! Jack leaned down to ask the ghost if she was okay. 

  "Oh, woe is me!" wailed the ghost. "No-one ever comes by and leave flowers on my grave. The ones in this vase are dead, and I am so lonely."

  Jack looked around. He saw little yellow flowers poking out of the ground and picked them. "Will these be alright?" he asked the ghost.

  The ghost stopped her sobbing and looked up at Jack. "You would leave me flowers? Really? You don't even know me."

  Jack smiled. "We may be strangers, but I don't need an excuse to be kind." He placed a bundle of the little yellow flowers in the ghost's dusty vase and bowed politely. "There," he said. "Now your grave looks as lovely as you do."

  The ghost smiled and giggled. "Why, you are a very kind gentleman. What can I give you in return?"

  Jack thought for a moment. "Would you teach me how to move in and out of walls?"

  The ghost smiled. "Of course!"

  So Jack and the ghost spent all morning learning how to move in and out of gravestones, trees, gates, and mausoleum walls. 

  "There!" giggled the ghost. "Now you can go wherever you need to."

  Jack bowed again, said his thanks, and left the graveyard behind. 

  Further down the road, in the hours just after noon, Jack came to a scary-looking mansion atop a steep hill. Curious, Jack turned into a bat, flew inside, and looked around. 

  Everything was very spooky, and cobwebs were everywhere. Jack wanted to leave, but he heard someone laughing downstairs, and he wanted to see what all the commotion was about! So, using his ghostly powers, he moved through the walls and made his way into the secret dungeon under a trap door.

  When he got there, he saw a mad scientist cackling and wringing his hands together. There was something under a sheet on a table and a big, dangerous-looking machine!

  "What are you doing?" Jack asked the mad scientist.

  The mad scientist jumped up in fright. He hadn't been expecting any visitors!

  "I am creating a monster," the mad scientist declared. "I am the greatest scientist there ever was!"

  Jack was hardly paying attention to what the mad scientist was saying. He was distracted by the smell coming from a collection of beakers and test tubes on a table across the room. It smelled like chocolate!

  "What is in these glasses?" Jack asked the mad scientist.

  The mad scientist stopped his rambling and waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, it is just a candy recipe I am working on. My real pride is my monster. I made him using-"

  "Candy!" Jack exclaimed. "I love candy! May I have some? It smells so good!"

  The mad scientist sighed. "You may have some," he said, "but only if you stop interrupting me!"

  Jack understood. He listened to the mad scientist talk about his monster for many, many hours. By the time the mad scientist was done, the moon was already high in the sky, and the monster had come to life. The three of them, Jack, the mad scientist, and the monster, all sat down at a small round table and shared candy.

  "You must be very lonely, having this huge mansion all to yourself," Jack said to the mad scientist. 

  "It is," said the mad scientist. "That is why I created my monster!"

  Jack nodded. "We all need a friend, or someone to talk to."

  The mad scientist smiled. Jack thought he looked more like a glad scientist then. "Would you like the recipe for my candy?" he asked Jack. "You seem like the kind of fellow who would put it to good use."

  Jack smiled wide. He really liked candy! Taking the recipe, Jack said goodbye to the glad scientist and his monster and left the spooky mansion.

  When Jack made his way to the bottom of the other side of the hill, he found a small town. Every porch had a carved jack-o-lantern on it. 

  Jack was so distracted by his new friends and helping people that he forgot it was nearly Halloween! In fact, it was the very next night!

  Jack looked at everything he had gained from his new friends and thought of a plan to make Halloween extra special. Everyone always put out jack-o-lanterns out for him. He wanted to do something in return. 

  The whole next day, Jack made candy using the glad scientist's special recipe. He visited the witch to use her cauldron. 

  "What is it you are planning?" she asked Jack.

  "I am going to make everyone as happy as I am!" Jack told the witch. "I am going to leave a bowl of candy on every porch for trick-or-treaters, I am going to light every jack-o-lantern at dusk to keep the evil spirits away, and I am going to make sure everyone has a happy Halloween!"

  "I thought you would be scaring everyone on Halloween," the witch said. "Isn't Halloween supposed to be the scariest night of the year?"

  Jack frowned. "That is where everyone gets it wrong," he said. "Halloween is about laughing at everything that scares you. It is a celebration of life. It is about tricking evil spirits and making people smile. That is what I do, and it is what my favourite day is about!"

  The witch smiled. "I knew you would put my gifts to good use."

  And every Halloween, Jack does. He is the one who lights jack-o-lanterns at dusk, and who leaves bowls of candy on porches. When they get empty, he fills them back up again with his magic bag that never goes empty. If mean people take too much candy, or do bad things on Halloween night, he gives them a fright and punishes them, hoping they'll learn the same lesson he did before it is too late! But most importantly, he leads lost people home, and he protects them from evil spirits on Halloween night.

  How do I know this is all true? Why, because I am Jack O'Lantern, and that was my real story!