#13/7/2022

[nashvillethotchicken]

It's crazy how people talk about loumand like they hate each other and have never once looked at each other with anything resembling lust, like two nuns at a silent covent. Buddy louis has had bed death with his husband, and that husband wasn't armand lemme tell you that!

[make-me-imagine]

Locked In

13 Days of Halloween: Day 7

Plot: When you and Malcolm agree to help Jessica prepare for her Halloween party, the two of you end up getting locked in the creepy attic together.

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x Gn!reader

Warnings: None~ (except for a somewhat heated kiss towards the end)

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I saw the prompt 'Person A and Person B get locked in a creepy attic together on Halloween.' on a list by @olicitytropes and it inspired this; hope you don't mind me using it~

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You looked around the large familiar house, noting the change in curtains and flowers to match the holiday, and Jessica's upcoming Halloween fundraiser party.

"Y/n, Malcolm! I'm glad you could make it!" Jessica said cheerfully as she met you and Malcolm in the foyer.

"I didn't think I had a choice." Malcolm said with light sarcasm.

"You didn't dear. But Y/n did." She said with a big smile as she looped her arm through yours "Which makes them my favorite, because they chose to come anyway."

You smiled at Malcolm over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him, as you walked further into the house. Malcolm shook his head in amusement as he followed.

"Ainsley is already here, which means she gets to come with me to the store. You two are on attic duty."

"Attic duty?" Malcolm asked, a change in his tone obvious.

"Yes, that's where the boxes of Halloween decorations are."

You looked up "I guess it makes since this place has an attic, I just never thought about it." You said softly before looking over at Malcolm.

"I never go in there, it's creepy." He said motioning is hands.

"Well you have no choice now." Ainsley said as she walked into the room. She met your eyes "Though I do feel bad for you having to go up there."

"Attics don't bother me as much as basements" You commented casually.

"Good! Don't worry, the attic isn't that creepy, Malcolm just doesn't like it because he got locked in there once when he was a kid. Tried to blame it on a ghost."

You looked over at Malcolm who nodded "The door closed by itself. And I was left in there for seven hours."

"Seven hours?" You asked with widened eyes.

He walked up to you, lowering his voice "No one can hear you scream up there."

Jessica smacked him on the arm before she looked over at you "It's fine, just make sure you keep the door propped open!"

"Right. Just keep the door propped open."

"Exactly!"

You looked over at Malcolm who just smiled and shook his head softly. Not long later, the two of you made your way upstairs as Jessica and Ainsley left the house.

"Do I even want to know how many boxes we're gonna have to drag all the way down here?"

"Probably not." He replied as you stopped beneath the attic stairwell.

Looking up the small darkened staircase at the red door, you hummed. "Never mind, that is very creepy."

Slowly making your way into the attic, you let out a small breath of relief as you looked around the fairly clean room. There was only one small, tinted window that let in very little light, leaving most of the room in darkness.

Malcolm pushed a small doorstop underneath the door before he turned to look into the attic. "Smaller than I remember."

"Most things are after you grow up." You commented softly as you flipped the light switch on.

The old light-bulb buzzed on, and sent a yellow-orange glow throughout the room.

Walking over to some boxes that had 'HALLOWEEN' written on it, you patted them.

"At least we don't have to search for them."

Malcolm walked over to the other side of the attic, and tapped some more "There are at least twenty in here"

"Its a big house."

"And she insists every room must have some form of decoration for her parties."

Picking up a mildly heavy box you turned towards Malcolm "I better get an invite if I have to do all this."

He smirked "You want to attend a Halloween party with a bunch of rich lawyers, accountants and white-collar criminals?"

You paused for a moment "Will there be food?"

He chuckled "Yeah, a lot."

You hummed as you left the attic "Might be worth it then."

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Letting out a sigh as you stomped back up the stairs into the attic for the fifth time, you looked at the dozen boxes still left.

"Never mind, invite or not, this is not worth it."

Malcolm stopped beside you as he nodded his head and let out a breath. Making your way back towards the boxes, you stopped as you heard a scratching sound. Looking at each other, you heard a loud creaking, you both recognized to be the sound of a door.

Your eyes widened in sync as you both spun around, to see the attic door quickly sliding closed.

You and Malcolm both rushed as fast as you could to catch it. But it slammed closed, just before you reached it. From the other side, you heard the doorstop bounce down the steps.

Malcolm grabbed the door handle, twisting and turning the knob as he pushed and pulled. As the door refused the budge, he looked back at you and shook his head.

You let out a sigh "Your mom and Ainsely wont be gone long right?"

"They went shopping. They could be gone for days." He said with a deafeated tone.

"Well, I know something you probably didn't have when you got locked in here the first time." He rose his brow as you reached into your pocket. "A phone."

Malcolm nodded his head in realization as he also took his out. You frowned as you read 'no signal'. Trying to use your data, but failing, you looked over a Malcolm. Meeting your gaze he shook his head.

"What is the attic made out of, layers of steal? Even my data isn't working."

Malcolm sighed as he walked over to the widow, trying to open it, before attempting to use his phone again. "Nothing. There must be something up here interfering with it."

"Great...so what do we do now?"

"We could talk about the fact that the door should not have closed, and that this is the second time that has happened!"

"I thought you didn't believe in ghosts?"

He lifted his arms up in defeat "Well I might now."

You let out a chuckle as you sat down on an old chair. "Or it's an old, heavy door Malcolm."

Malcolm shrugged his head as he walked over and sat down in the chair beside you. "Old door or ghosts, we're stuck."

You sighed and nodded your head. "Yup."

As an hour turned into two, and longer, you rifled through another box of decorations out of boredom, you pulled out a large fake spider. Turning it over, you saw a switch. Getting an idea, you glanced over at Malcolm, who was staring down at his phone, and set the spider on the ground. Silently, you switched it on, and watched as the large spider ran towards Malcolm.

Hearing the noise, Malcolm glanced over, letting out a yelp of surprise as he almost fell out of his chair.

As you began to laugh, Malcolm let out a deep breath and shook his head as he attempted to repress his own smile. "Very funny."

"Thank you, thank you." You said with a soft chuckle and fake bow.

Malcolm picked up the spider and turned it off, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure this is the same thing Ainsley used to put in my bed to scare me."

You grinned at this as you began looking through the box some more.

Suddenly hearing a loud bang on the opposite wall, you flinched, as your head snapped towards the sound. Glancing at Malcolm, who looked alarmed as well, turned to meet your gaze.

"Rat?" You asked.

He shrugged his head "Maybe."

Hearing a scraping sound, following by a thud, the two of you stared at the part of the attic engulfed in darkness.

Slowly, Malcolm made his way over, shining his phone into the darkness. You watched in anticipation as he reached behind a box before lifting up an old photo frame.

"Yeah, that's not creepy at all."

Setting it back down he began walking over to you, but stopped when the attic light flickered off.

There was an almost deafening silence for a moment before you stood up. Turning on his phone again, Malcolm walked to the light switch, flicking it up and down, but the light stayed out.

"That's just a creepy coincidence right?"

Walking back over to you, you could just see Malcolm's expression as he nodded "Yeah. Just a creepy coincidence."

As he stopped in front of you, a loud clattered bang came from the dark side of the attic again, as a box toppled over. Gasping as you gripped onto Malcolm's arm, you turned towards the noise.

Malcolm, quickly turning on his phones flashlight, shined the light at the box, and then around the attic.

"Okay. Maybe the attic is haunted." You said in a whisper.

"Told you." He whispered back.

Walking over to the box, you stayed latched onto his arm. Attempting to push the box with his foot, he shook his head "That's way to heavy for a rat to knock over."

You tugged on his arm "Let's go sit by the window where there's some light."

Malcolm glanced over at you, just now realizing how close you were. "Alright." He said softly as you made your way to the window.

You both sat down in your chairs, eyes darting around the attic, both of you expecting something else to happen.

"Talk." You mumbled.

Malcolm looked over at you "What?"

"Talk, so I don't freak out."

"Oh. Okay, uhm....the first year I was allowed to pick my own costume, I wanted to dress as Seymour Krelborn."

You paused for a moment "The guy from Little Shop of Horrors?"

"Yeah. And I tried to convince my parents to dress Ainsley as Audrey II"

"Audrey....the giant plant monster?"

"Yeah.."

You let out a soft chuckle "Did they?"

He nodded and smiled "My mom refused at first, but I finally got my way."

You smiled at him and shook your head as you peered around the attic, still weary. Malcolm continued to watch you.

The two of you were seated next to each other, knee's touching. You were no longer holding onto him out of fear, but your hands were close. He was tempted to take yours in his.

As a car horn sounded outside on the street, you flinched lightly, barely enough to notice. But he did.

"How is such a bad-ass cop so afraid right now?" He asked with a hint of amusement.

You looked over at him "I don't do ghosts. Ghosts aren't tangible like people, I can't shoot them if they're trying to hurt me."

Malcolm chuckled "I'll protect you from the ghost."

You rolled your eye's lightly "Oh yeah, how would you do that?"

"Well. I believe that if ghosts are real, they only have power you give them through being afraid and wanting, or expecting them to show their presence."

"Sooo, you're saying, if I'm not afraid or don't think about them being real, they can't hurt me?"

"Right."

"Well. It was you who put the idea of ghosts in the attic in my head in the first place. So, really, this is your fault?"

Malcolm paused for a moment as a slow smile crossed his face "Yes, I suppose it is."

"Well then, the least you can do is distract me so I stop being afraid."

Your eyes were locked with his, as you smiled, he smiled in return, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a split second.

Hearing a loud thud, you let out a soft gasp. But before you could turn your head to investigate the sound of the noise, you felt Malcolm's hands grasp your face, before his lips pressed against yours.

The kiss seemed eager and rushed, before it became soft and gentle, and then it was over.

As Malcolm pulled away from you, you met his eyes. You were clearly still bewildered, as you muttered out.

"Why did you do that?"

"I was distracting you."

"From the ghosts?"

"Yes."

Malcolm's hands were still on your face as he spoke softly. He had a faint smile on his lips, and he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from flicking to your lips again.

"Sorry. I should have asked first." He said softly as he pulled his hands away.

Your heart was racing, and your ears were burning hot. You shook your head lightly.

"It's okay. It worked, you distracted me." You laughed lightly. "And besides, I- I would have said yes, if you'd asked." Your voice got a little quieter as you spoke, your ears burning.

Malcolm repressed a grin "You would have?"

You nodded and met his eyes "Yeah."

Leaning in a little closer, his eyes fell to your lips briefly. "Then, can I kiss you again?"

You smiled softly as you leaned in a bit as well "Yeah."

Meeting in a soft kiss, Malcolm's hand cupped your face again as you brought your own hand up to his face as well.

Suddenly, hearing a rough bang, as the attic door shook violently, you and Malcolm pulled away from each other with alarmed gasps.

Another bang against the door was followed by the door swinging opening with a loud creaking groan.

Seeing Gil stumble into the room, having forced the door open with his shoulder, you and Malcolm stared at him in confusion.

"Gil?" Malcolm asked with breathy bewilderment.

He nodded at the two of you as he looked around the attic "Hey."

"Hi." You and Malcolm said in unison, as Jessica came into the attic as well.

"Oh thank God, are you two alright? Why didn't you answer any of my messages or calls."

You and Malcolm lifted your phones up a the same time as he spoke "No signal up here."

"Oh. Well, what happened to keeping the door propped open?"

"I'm guessing they tried." Ainsley's voice cold be heard as she appeared a moment later behind Jessica, doorstop in hand.

"Heavy door." You said, glancing at Malcolm briefly.

"Well, I'm glad you two are okay. Once we got back, I saw the boxes down stairs, I thought you two must have finished and gone somewhere, then I couldn't get a hold of you."

"So you called Gil."

"Yes." They said in unison.

"Well, now that that's all over-" Jessica turned and patted Gil's shoulder "You can finish helping with the boxes."

"Wait, what? I'm on duty Jessica, I'm not here-" His voice was perplexed as he began to follow her and Ainsley out, their voices fading as they left.

As the door began to close, you and Malcolm both rushed forward, grabbing it before you got locked in again. Your eyes locked as you smiled in amusement.

After closing the attic door lightly, you left together, heading down the stairs. Halfway down, Malcolm slipped his hand into yours, looking over at him, you shared knowing looks and smiles.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you both stopped dead in your tracks as you heard three loud knocks on the attic door. Your eyes locked before you turned and looked back up the stairs at the closed door.

Malcolm squeezed your hand lightly before you both raced away as fast as you could, knowing neither of you were going back in that room.

xx End xx

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[literaphobe]

Don’t pay attention to the anon hate!!! Every fic writer (and any decent fic reader) knows that people need appreciation and validation in order to do what they do ❤️❤️

if anything, the second i start getting anon hate re fic updating it’s kinda a sign that i made it NDNDSNSNSN i once had someone get legitimately offended one time when I told people a new chapter would take 1-2 hours to read and they sent anon hate saying they don’t even spend more than 15 minutes a day on tumblr

also just to be transparent i have always had commenting based goals. if i never said a thing about it it would be if those goals were getting exceeded constantly. ifl w tvl and this fandom the community’s gotten smaller bc i joined the fandom at a time where there’s just not as much people around which ive def mentally prepared for ofc! the goals that i come up w are entirely based on how many different commenters each tvl chapter always exceeds in number, and I wasn’t public about that number until an anon asked! and I also didn’t really tell you guys the goals existed at all until anons asked how they could get chapters earlier! but anything i do and say here re tvl IS to get people to comment or to get people interested in the fic WHICH LITERALLY WORKS… some people have messaged me to tell me that they forget to comment sometimes until they see my tvl posts on the dash etc etc, some people see an ask or random tvl post and get interested in the fic

it’s all just me trying to get that bag <- attention not money. I def see where it can get annoying but if it is just stick to subscribing to tvl on ao3 and reading it when the update email comes out ❤️

[brian-in-finance]

Screenshot: Outlander-Online

S06E05 Give Me Liberty • 3 April 2022 Official Transcript

Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7

Favourite Word

You know, from everything you've been telling me, it sounds like you had a small crush on her. A tendresse. — Claire

Favourite Line

We'll just say it's a very odd-looking bird. — Brianna

Gif: @userkayjay

Favourite Image

Claire, Jocasta and Flora sit in a gazebo out of sight of the gathered guests and their privacy shielded by the blinds. Claire opens a small parcel of hemp flower (purchased from the apothecary), breaks it into pieces, then sprinkles it into a PIPE. Jocasta is flummoxed when Claire hands her the pipe and lights it for her with a match.

Gif: @userkayjay

Remember… how does one tolerate these cursed bonnets or-or breathe in these wretched gowns? — Prince Charles Edward Stuart

72nd of 75 • Tuesday, 13 June 2023

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Jimin & Jungkook 2022 03 13-14

Entonces este día fue así…

2022.03.13 Soundcheck day 3 de PTD On Stage Seoul-Abrazo

2022.03.13 PTD On Stage Seoul - Concierto

2022.03.13 Esa noche después del concierto jimin marca a jungkook que vaya a su casa y se realiza la entrevista, en el refri esta la fecha 2022. 03. 13 llega jungkook testeando que tenia mucho que no lo veía cuando pasaron todo el día cerca

2022. 03. 14 jimin publica en weverse y en j.m instagram en la noche madrugada

2022. 03. 14 jk-abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz pública en su ig en la noche madrugada

2022. 03. 14 j.m instagram publica después del día blanco y sale jungkook en foto

2022. 03. 14 sale foto de jimin y jungkook que comparte cena el día blanco con un conocido, que fue al día siguiente de cuando se vieron en la noche en casa de jimin

Durante un ensayo de PTD On Stage Seúl de marzo jimin uso una gorra negra y jungkook usa una similar en la cena con su conocido y después en aeropuerto jimin usa un beanie lv similar al que usa jungkook en ese ensayo y que jimin le pregunto si lo compro. ([EPISODE] BTS (방탄소년단) @ 'PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - SEOUL') y jimin volvio a usar la gorra negra en su Jimin´s Diary Production todo en esos dos días. Y la misma ropa negra de la cena con su conocido se parece a la de la casa de jimin.

[s4pphoiduser]

blind (2022) is driving me insane. im begging my friends to watch it but theyre either busy with exams or almost exclusively fluff/romance-watchers . i need to talk ab this w someone just hit me up or something GOD

[glimmerofawesome]

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible by J.R. Miller

The Baptism and Temptation of Jesus (Matthew 3:13 to Matthew 4:11)

The beginning of Christ’s ministry was marked by two important events His baptism and His temptation. These were thirty silent years, without any manifestation of Divine power, except the beautiful, sinless life which Jesus lived. We must think of those years, however, as part of the Incarnation. The Divine character was revealed not only in miracles and heavenly teachings but in sweet, beautiful living.

John said that he was not worthy to unloose the shoes of the Coming One. Now when he recognizes this glorious One waiting before him to be baptized, he shrinks from the performance of the rite. He would have refused. “I have need to be baptized of You, and do You come to me?” But Jesus insisted on receiving baptism from John. “Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.” The words are full of meaning. The event was of great importance in the life of Jesus.

For one thing, it was the identifying of Himself with humanity. He stood for us men and our redemption. He had no sin but His people were sinful and He died for them. It was also the acceptance by Jesus of His Messianic work. The years of preparation were ended, and the time had come for Him to begin His public ministry. The call came, bidding Him turn away from His quiet life and manifest Himself to His people. We can think of Him shutting up the carpenter’s shop and leaving it forever. Then He stood before the Baptist at the Jordan and was baptized. He had a glimpse that hour of all that lay before Him in His Messianic ministry. The shadow of the cross fell upon the green banks and on the flowing water, fell also upon the gentle and lowly soul of Jesus as He stood there. He knew for what He was being baptized the mission of redemption. We do not know to what we are devoting ourselves, what our consecration may mean when we stand up and give ourselves to God. In a certain sense we go forth in the dark. Yet we may trust God with the guidance of our lives and should devote ourselves to the will of God without question or condition.

John obeyed the wish of Jesus and baptized Him. The baptism of Jesus became the occasion of a Divine testimony to His Sonship. Luke tells us that as He was being baptized He prayed, and as He prayed the heavens were opened unto Him. Prayer brought down upon Jesus, the Holy Spirit. This was Heaven’s answer to Christ’s consecration. This was the Divine anointing for His public ministry. Instead of a horn of oil poured upon His head, the mere emblem of grace, He received all the fullness of the Spirit.

The Spirit came in the form of a dove. It is usual to think of the dove as in its nature, in some way a symbol of the character and disposition of the Spirit. Dr. Horton quotes an old commentator: “The dove is a lover of men and bears ills patiently; for, robbed of its young, it endures and lets the robbers approach it just the same; it is the purest of creatures and delights in sweet fragrances.” The first mention of the dove in the Bible is as a messenger of good news, bearing an olive leaf. An old legend relates that when Jesus was dying a dove sat on the cross above His head, and the legend has been interpreted to mean that even after the blood of the Lamb of God was given to redeem the world, it is needful that the Spirit shall come to soften men’s hearts and incline then to yield to God.

There was another manifestation at the baptism first, the open heavens, second, the descending of the Spirit, then a voice. The voice was the testimony of the Father to His Son. “This is My beloved Son, in who I am well pleased.” From Matthew’s account it would seem that the voice spoke to the people, declaring to them that Jesus was the Messiah. From Luke’s Gospel it would appear that the words were spoken to Jesus Himself, assuring Him of His mission and of the Father’s pleasure in Him. This was the real, the inner meaning of the baptism of Jesus. From this time, His consciousness of messianic authority was clear.

After this came the temptation. It was necessary that Christ should be tempted, before He offered Himself as the Redeemer of sinners. The first Adam was tried in Eden and failed. The second Adam must also be put to the test, before he could go forth as Lord of men. Several reasons may be suggested why He must be tempted. One was because He was human and must meet every human experience. His temptations were real He “ suffered being tempted.” Another reason was that until He had met and overcome the tempter, He was not ready to offer Himself to men as a strong and victorious Savior. The Holy Spirit is not the tempter but it is said expressly that Jesus was led by the Spirit, driven, Mark says, to be tempted. He must be tried, tested, proved before He went forth to His messianic work.

We know now that Christ is able to deliver us out of the hands of Satan, and to defend us against his fiercest assaults. But if He had not Himself been put to the test, in all points tempted like as we are yet without sins (Hebrews 4:15), we could not have had this perfect confidence. Another reason why Jesus was tempted, was that He might understand from personal experience, the nature and power of His people’s temptations, and thus be able to sympathize with them in their struggles. In the Epistle to the Hebrews we are told that because of His earthly experience of temptation, He can now in heaven be touched with the feelings of our infirmities .

There are very practical lessons we may learn from this narrative of our Lord’s temptation. One is that Satan times his temptations to our hours of weakness, or our period of special stress. He does not tempt us with something we do not want but with something that appeals to our cravings at the time. Jacob cold not have brought Esau’s birthright for a thousand bowls of pottage, if Esau had not been hungry that day. Satan watches, and when he finds us exhausted and weary he takes advantage of our condition. He comes to the boy when he is lonesome and homesick, tempting him to seek companions that will ruin him.

Jesus was hungry after His long praying and fasting and Satan tempted Him to use His Divine power to turn stones into bread. Many temptations come to people who are hungry. They are tempted to be dishonest, to take employment that is sinful, or in some other way to sell themselves to get bread. We need to be watchful against the tempter always but especially in the times of our weakness and craving.

Why would it have been wrong for Jesus to exert His Divine power to provide bread for His hunger? Is it wrong to feed one’s hunger? Jesus afterwards made bread by miracle, to feed the hunger of thousands. Why would it have been a sin for Him, to supply bread in this supernatural way for Himself when He was hungry? For one thing, it would have been receiving direction from the Evil One, instead of from His Father. Another reason was that He was in this world to live as men live. If He had used His Divine power to help Himself over the hard points of human experience, He would not have understood our life, for we cannot do this. Therefore, He never wrought a miracle for Himself. He met life just as we must meet it, enduring hunger, thirst, weariness, pain, wrong, without having recourse to supernatural power. Still further, it would have been distrusting His Father, for Him to make bread of the stones. He was under the Divine Care, and God had given Him no command to turn stones into bread. He must wait until His Father provided for His hunger.

The answer of Christ to Satan’s temptation, is very suggestive. He said that man shall not live by bread alone but by every Word of God. Our physical needs are not our only needs. Sometimes men excuse their sin by saying, “Well, I must live,” as if hunger excused theft or fraud. But it is not true that we must continue to live, or that living is in itself the best thing for us. It is true, however, that we must obey God’s commandments and do His Will. We would better any day starve than commit even the smallest sin to get food. Getting bread should not be our first object in living indeed, it is not our business at all. Life’s first duty is to obey every Word of God, and then God will provide for our needs.

The second temptation was to presumption. The tempter asked Christ to throw Himself down from the pinnacle of the temple, quoting words from an old Psalm (Psalms 91) to prove that he would not be hurt but that God would take care of Him. Thus, the tempter whispered, He would prove to the people that He was their Messiah. What would have been wrong in this? Jesus said it would have been tempting God. If the Father for any reason had commanded Him to leap from the pinnacle into the street, then He could have claimed the promise of protection. But if He had thus accepted the suggestion of the tempter, the promise would have been void. We cannot claim protection in danger which we enter without the Divine bidding. Only when God sends us and guides us do we have the Divine shelter about us.

The third temptation was the boldest of all. Christ had just entered upon His public ministry, and at the end of it He saw the cross. Satan suggested to Him the worldly way of honor and power instead of the lowly way of suffering, sacrifice and shameful death. This temptation Satan uses continually with men. He shows them visions of wealth, of worldly success, and says: “Now all this may be yours I will give it all to you. True, you must give up some of your old notions. You must get over some of you scruples. But throw these away and this door is open to you, and see where the path leads to all splendor and brilliance. You will be a millionaire. You will be highly esteemed. You will have all the pleasure you want.”

Too many people yield to this temptation. The old ways of prayer, obedience, simple honesty and faithfulness, seem dull in contrast with the flowery paths which the vision shows. Yes but we must look on to the end, beyond the glamour of the tempter’s vision before we can conclude that what Satan promises will be a good thing for us.

[startingfires]

the fact that none of my top 5 songs are sad is the real character development we've all been waiting for

[jacaranda-bloom]

hello hello! may i please know some more about 7 Decembers? hope you’re doing well! 💜

Oh hello! Thanks for asking about this one!

7 Decembers is the advent fic that nearly was, and has now been delayed until next year after life unfortunately got in the way.

The story is written from Harry’s POV and is set in Australia, so a summertime Christmas with scorching heat and beaches instead of snowmen and open fires. I tend to write a lot of my stories based in Australia (where I’m from, as you know) and I really like the idea of presenting an alternate version of Christmas the way I’ve always experienced it.

The location for the story is a fictitious beachside town on the east coast of Australia between Sydney and Brisbane. Each summer, a bunch of families all associated with a Sydney-based company trek north and stay at a caravan park for the holidays together.

The story begins in December 1994 about 9 months after Harry’s father has started working at the company and this is when Harry meets Louis. H/L are 16/18 at the beginning of the story and it then follows 5 more Decembers until 1999 when they’re 21/23. Rounding out with a final skip forward for the 7th December in 2014 when they’re 36/38 and return with their own kids.

A story about coming of age, coming out, and coming home.

I’m super excited to write it and have the whole thing fairly well planned out, so it’s just a matter of setting aside enough time to write it for next year!

[wizardfiend]

been working on a video game!! mostly menus so far but here's some art :)

[make-me-imagine]

Ghost Stories

13 Days of Halloween: Day 8

Plot: When you and Goodnight end up camping out alone in the desert. Goodnight tells you the sad and eerie tale of the settlers who had been there before you.

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None~

Words: 1.2k

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You stretched as you looked around the deserted area you and Goodnight stopped at for the night. You were too far away from town to make it back before dark, so camping out seemed the best idea.

As an orange flame flickered as Goodnight started a fire, you set down your bed roll on the flattest part of rock you could find. As you began rolling it out, you heard a voice in the near distance that caught your attention.

Looking out at the empty plane ahead of you, the full moon's light allowed you to see there was no one around. Noting there was no breeze to carry any voices, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms. You listened carefully, telling yourself it couldn't have been a person, even if it sounded like it.

Seeing Goodie looking out as well, you turned towards him. "Did you hear that?"

Goodnight made his way over to you, and you saw a slight smile cross his face before he laid out his bedroll beside yours.

"Yeah, and we'll hear more."

You rose your brow as you watched him sit down without another word.

You sat down beside him "What does that mean?"

"Well, this place has a history."

His eyes scanned the area, and you looked out as well.

When you had arrived in the area earlier, you noted piles of wood, and even stone lying around, making you think there had been some structures at some point, but nothing was left standing.

"What do you mean?"

Goodnight cleared his throat, as he lowered and deepened his voice "There was a settlement here quite a while back, I'm not exactly sure how long ago. But, people began to settle, because of the spring in the mountains. They thought they could build a town out here."

"Why are you talking like that." You said abruptly.

He looked over at you "Like what?"

"You put on a voice."

"Well, I'm just trying to tell the story the way it should be told."

You squinted a bit "Alright, fine, but don't push it."

He snickered softly before he continued.

"So, the settlement at one point, had about fifty people living here. They'd take trips into the nearest town to gather supplies, usually someone from the settlement would be seen in town every few days. But, one day the people in the town started to realize, that no one from the settlement had come into town for about a week. So, a few people decided to come out here and check on the settlers. When they got here, you know what they found?"

He looked over at you, and your mind raced with ideas. Slaughtered families, burnt down houses, this wasn't the area that sort of thing happened in, but you weren't sure where else this story would be heading. You shook your head, uncertain.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. No living person was in the settlement. All the livestock were still here, all the horses, all of the carriages and carts. Just no people. When they checked the homes, they found no blood, no signs of distress. Some houses had food on the table like they had sat down for dinner, but never finished."

"Did they find them?"

"Never. They checked the surrounding areas, the mountains, everywhere. They even went into the other closest town, which was way to far to anyone to walk to. But no one there had seen a single new person come into town in the last month. Not a single person from the settlement, dead or alive was found, nor heard from again. To this day, no one knows what happened to them."

You felt chills crawl up your spine as you looked out at the area. You had never heard of anything like it.

"You're just joking right? Just trying to scare me?"

He smiled softly "I think I could think of something worse if I wanted scare you sweetheart. No, the stories true, we pass through the next town you can ask about it, they'll tell you."

"So the voice we heard? That happens a lot?"

He nodded his head "People who come through here hear a lot of things. Voices, horses, carriages, the lot, and there is never anything actually there."

"Surely there has to be an explanation."

Just as you spoke, you heard the familiar sound of hoof beats and creaking wheels of a carriage. As your head to snap towards the sound, Goodnight reached for his gun, but as neither of you saw anything, a chill fell over you.

Goodnight glanced over at you "You got an explanation for that?"

You shook your head softly "I wish I did. I also wish I didn't let you tell me that story."

"Don't worry-" Goodies voice was right in your ear, making you jump a little "-I'll keep you safe." He finished with a grin.

"Tch, stop teasing me." You warned, but you didn't move away from him, still sitting close beside him.

He smiled but looked out at the valley again. "One night, years back, before I had ever heard the story myself. I was camping out right around here. I was woken up by the loud sound of a carriage, and horses, like what just happened. It was so loud, it sounded like I was about to get run over. So I jumped up and yelled out, hoping I didn't get killed by whatever idiot was coming through. But, as I looked around, even though I could still hear the sounds, there was nothing around, not a single sign of life but me and my horse. When I went into town the next day I mentioned to to an old friend there, and he told me the story of the settlement."

You cast your eyes on a pile of wood in the distance, that you assume used to be someone's home, what was left of it anyways.

"I wonder what happened to them."

Hearing a high-pitched coyote call in the distance, you jumped, you hands finding Goodie's arm. As you realized the cause of the noise, you let out a sigh and rolled our eyes and your own cowardice.

Goodie chuckled as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. Pulling you closer, he pressed a soft kiss to your head "Didn't mean to make you so scared"

You rested your head against his shoulder "Yes you did."

"Alright, yes I did. But, I'll keep you safe."

As the sound of a horse could be heard in the distance, where no horse was. You shook your head lightly "I'm not gonna be able to sleep now."

"Just try. The ghosts, spirits, or whatever you want to called them, can't hurt you."

As you settled down into your bed roll, Goodie looked down at you. "Tell me a different story, one that's not so eerie."

Goodie smiled as he looked up for a moment before he started to talk, telling a story of a past adventure.

As you closed your eyes, you curled closer to him, trying to focus on the sound of his voice, while trying to ignore the sound of quiet crying you could hear rising in the distance.

xx End xx

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قررنا نحن نورة الوهيبي صاحبة هذه المدونة حديثة العهد عريقة التاريخ بالتوقف عن كتابة التقارير الاسبوعية.

فالمواقف بصيدلية الاسكان لا تنتهي، ومع كثرتها الفتها فما عادت تستحق الذكر بخلاف وضعي في نجران

مع الوقت بدأت استثقل كتابة التقرير الاسبوعي وعليه استثقلت الدخول إلى تمبلر وهذا شعور غير مرغوب به نهائياً فلطالما كان تمبلر ملاذي الاخير ولا رغبة لي بنزع هذه الصفة عنه لذلك وجب القرار

وهذا لا يعني انتهاء رحلتي بذكر يومياتي هنا إنما فقط ترك صفة الالتزام الاسبوعي وجعلها حسب القدرة والرغبة

لذلك وجب التنبيه

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نهاية رحلة التقارير الاسبوعية

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