susanhannifordcrowley · 10 months ago
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Life Tools: Making Life Cozy, Part 2 By Susan Hanniford Crowley
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naivesilver · 10 months ago
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when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch
Joan Tierney (@filmnoirsbian) / Paul And Storm / Daughter / Nick Cave / Eric LaRocca / Silas Denver Melvin (@sweatermuppet)
(Merry Christmas, @lysgiovedi 💗💗💗)
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mariocki · 9 months ago
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Lalla Ward makes a brief appearance as Lady Augusta, intended bride to an ill-fated aristocrat, in A Ghost Story for Christmas: The Ash Tree (BBC, 1975)
#fave spotting#lalla ward#doctor who#a ghost story for christmas#the ash tree#1975#romana#romana ii#spoilers for the ash tree ig????#i mean it's pretty obvious from the outset that Ed Petherbridge's aristo is not in for a good time#i mean he's a Jamesian protagonist for one thing....#lalla had been acting since the beginning of the decade‚ with a fair number of one off appearances on tv and the odd film to her name#(most notably Hammer's Vampire Circus). she was still a few years off DW and genre immortality at this point#it isn't the most rewarding role; James (who i don't think many would argue that he wasn't a bit of a chauvinist) rarely featured#significant women characters in his work (a large number of them being academical in setting didn't help). actually the ash tree#is something of an outlier in that regard‚ as it does feature a significant female character in Mrs. Mothersole‚ but we can hardly consider#her a positive feminine presence... actually one of Lawrence Gordon Clark's regrets about this particular entry in the Ghost Story for#Christmas canon is the failure of him and writer David Rudkin to make a true villain of Mothersile; Clark felt that their shared sympathies#for the historical victims of witchhunting prevented them from capturing the 'evil' of the character (tho it's debatable how much James#himself intended her to be truly evil; this is just Clark's opinion after all‚ and fwiw i think Rudkin's greater complexity of the#character is more interesting‚ more believable and more appropriate)#i rambled. anyway yes‚ not a meaty role perhaps‚ but Lalla sinks her teeth in all the same and in just a few brief scenes successfully#creates a vivid and fully realised character‚ a charming and flirtatious fiancée with something of a rebellious streak#no ash tree post bc i made one the last time i watched it a couple of years ago
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belladonna-undead · 3 days ago
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sorry i’m just having a lot of ideas
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taldigi · 28 days ago
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holy fuck I realized there is like- no alchemesty witch yu aus. mister cats and cooking himself... has like no meet-cutes at the reagent shoppe with the unlucky disaster who's last attempt at making potions turned him into a toad and his hair brown. absolute crime against this gay shit. why am i eVEN HERE-
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igotsnothing · 9 months ago
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Beginning/Previous/Next
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thethistlegirlwrites · 10 months ago
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If the "Scary Ghost Stories" are a classic Christmas tradition you wish would come back...I wrote one! Sort of! Featuring my chaotic little team of characters from Compass.
Going home to Pete's Appalachian family for Christmas was supposed to be an escape from work life for a week. But when Pete's five year old niece is bitten by a vampire, Sierra, Pete, and Shay are back on the clock...in more ways than one. 
You can read it on my WorldAnvil here: http://tinyurl.com/4at24mav
Or on my author site here: http://tinyurl.com/y3k2jjcs
(Yes, I wrote it in a week and it might be a bit messy, and I'm totally spoiling the ending of Compass for everyone, but like I said yesterday, some writing advice can be ignored sometimes and I'd rather be sharing fun Christmas stories than worrying about any of that!)
@catwingsathena @nade2308 @the-one-and-only-valkyrie @telltaleclerk @ettawritesnstudies
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meowmeow96240 · 10 months ago
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late @sparkvampweek day 6 (prompt reverse roles/au) post loll. been super busy with Christmas and have been fighting artblock and monster hunter hyperfix so decided to combine my fave things in a good 😊 ld crossover au 🎉
deviljho is a menace and scares me so much
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individual panel thing's and little explination thingy under the cut
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I feel like they'd be very bad hunters, vampire is too lazy to train and sparkling is definitely not a fan of massive dragons 😭 but they're silly. they do NOT have the skill or experience to fight a deviljho.
anyways the armours they're wearing and why because I strategically covered them with bushes (I didn't want to draw allat I'm horrible at drawing armour)
I think vampire would have nargacuga armour because they're cool and stealthy and idk they just remind me of him ig 🫠
sparkling gets zinogre armour because yes 👍
they're fun and I love them
ALSO credits to the anon who saved my life 🙏 whoever you are thankyou so muchhhhhh
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writerofweird · 1 year ago
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Skeletons and skulls
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mothric · 10 months ago
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stories written by elementary school kids in the 2000s
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susanhannifordcrowley · 10 months ago
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Are You Ready for A Blizzard? By Susan Hanniford Crowley
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kamelpferd · 1 year ago
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I Am Writing A Book
For the past year I have been writing a book. A Book Of Poetry And Short Stories. It's almost finished and I will put 10 Stories into it. They are all thought through and a lot of them have already been written.
And I am so proud of myself.
Anyways, here I have a few pictures and short descriptions of the stories that will be in the book, to give you all a little idea of what is coming to you if you think you want to give my little project a closer look. I hope you can find something that is of your interest.
From brutality to sex over fantasy up to historical gay romance. I covered a lot.
I think I have done a pretty good job so far, and it will not take long until it is done. :)
The Men I've Had
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She has had enough. Enough of their ego, them wanting to be better, them thinking they have the right. The right to do whatever they want with whoever they feel like. Grace Dennehy knows that everyone just looks away and lets them do as they please. She knows nothing will ever change unless somebody takes matters into their own hands. And so she does.
The Nun And The Nurse
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The bible says it is a sin. God says it is a sin. They says she will go to hell for it. Burn eternally. For feeling the purest and most beautiful kind of love. The love for another woman.
Good Night, Little Kimmy
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He has known her since she was a little child - But she is not a child anymore. She is a woman. A beautiful young woman who has yet to learn what the world can bring. And he wants to show her. Show her everything he can, but is it right? Is it acceptable? It can't be.
Prince Of Blood - Fate Of The Undead
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What would happen if a Vampire Hunter got captured? What if she got captured by the man she was looking forward to kill? What if it turned into a game of fetch between cat and mouse? And what if he showed her what eternal life actually meant?
The Day I Died
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She has to kill her. It is her fate, her role, her prophecy - but does she even want to? Does she have to? Because what if she loves her? What if she would rather die than harm her? What if she will?
In My Room
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She threw up; every morning she threw up. She saw him in her dreams, night after night after night - and it wouldn't end. He wouldn't go away. He couldn't. He was dead.
Hunting Season
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A chance. A chance she took and ran but then it hit her. She wouldn't get away. So she forgot and forgave. She could never escape. She was trapped. Inside his house, his basement, her own delusions. She couldn't leave, she didn't want to.
Silent Night - You Can Run But You Cannot Hide
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Lilly and Billly have always been good. One December night, their mother tells them about a creature who visits those whose names are on the naughty list. He comes on christmas eve. And the two children learn about what happens to kids that don't behave.
Bonnie And Her Bride
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Elizabeth Hyde's dearest friend is fed up with a life as housewife, under the resistant hand of a sweetheart, a boss and a father. So she takes Bonnie Parker with her, leaves their lives behind, along with everything they were used to and runs away, jumping right into gunfire. Little did she know how much trouble her decisions would bring.
Visitors
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"We are writing the year 1983 and just outside my house, Bakerstreet 985, there is a U.F.O. It crashed in my backyard and I think there is something inside-" "Peter what the fuck are you doing?"
Alright, alright. I spent a hell of a time to create this ass post, just for my own satisfaction and to make it a little easier for myself to dive into my stories. I mean, it indeed is easier if you can see something, instead of just reading (even tho reading is also seeing something...)
Anyways, I hope could catch some of you for the one or the other story. I have been working on this book for about a year now, and it is almost done (Jesus, never decide to write a book. It kills you. Really.) But there is still a lot of work to do, so I suppose I could be done in like a year. But then I have to find a publisher... or publish it myself... which I am scared of i mean imagine it doesn't work. 0-0
ANYWAYS lets not think about this right now, haha.
There is a bunch of work ahead of me, but I am willing to do whatever it takes.
-Spencer C. Belford
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superstupendoussims · 1 year ago
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Steven had always been different from his peers. he had always been attracted to the dark and the mysterious,the paranormal and his fascination with vampires and ghosts had started at a young age.He read every book he could get his hands on about vampires and their powers,he wanted nothing more than to become a grand master vampire.
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donutdrawsthings · 2 years ago
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shut up about Christmas shut up about Christmas shut up about Christmas shu-
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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years ago
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Advent Calendar: Day 22 @thebiggestlies​
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One of the few perks of being so independently wealthy that you could buy and sell entire countries ~something a friend teases her about occasionally~ is that you can be discerning with your taste in gifts and never worry about the price attached. The one she has in hand at the moment had been in the works since around the summer solstice. With the help of her best friend, Beth managed to grow and age the perfect koa tree and used the heartswood to have the case constructed. In ancient days, only the ali’i class ~from which she’s descended~ were permitted to own items made from the tree, or be allowed to give such a treasure away. Not that the kapu system has survived to the modern age, but it is something she is absolutely certain that Mischa can appreciate. Enchantments drip off the box; minor Forces rotes to ensure the perfect storage conditions, dry and cool, perfectly cushioned. There is a certain kind of dignity for the twin pages that were acquired in less than strictly legal means ~it pays to know a Corax, and Beth paid very very well~ and surreptitiously replaced with the most convincing forgeries known to man. All of the subterfuge and law breaking was worth it though, as she can already imagine the covetous gleam in Mikhail’s dark eyes when he sees his newest acquisition, two pages from the Ellesmere Manuscript of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Beautifully illuminated and incomprehensible in its wording to her, she knows that will hold a special place in his unbeating heart. Normally Beth waits for the sun to set and invites him to enter her home, elsewise he is there when she gets off work, or they turn up together at one thing or another. She’s always reluctant when he has to leave before the first blush of dawn lightens the horizon, wishing she had the power to make the night linger just a few more minutes. Always an unending few more minutes. She’s sealed off the windows with a hanging effect. She’s considered using the space of the empty apartment above her to construct a sealed chamber where he can dream away the day, perhaps even allowing her to stay with him. She broached the subject once, and noticed immediately how the idea struck him poorly. A fan of ivory fingers and a ‘no, Sprite,’ followed by something in his native tongue she didn’t quite catch. It was enough to dissuade her from mentioning again, or going through with the construction, but she keeps the hope that someday, he’ll concede. She gives him plenty of warning in a text, though, that she intends to come to his haven tonight, at least the one she knows about. She isn’t so naive to think that he doesn’t have multiple ones strewn about the city, the world. Mischa might be one of the Enlightened amongst his kind, but madness doesn’t necessarily mean crazy, and it certainly doesn’t equate with stupid. When she arrives, the doorman ~she’d bet anything the man’s an acolyte, or whatever he might consider a bonded servant~ opens the door and keeps it that way until she’s wheeled her overnight case in behind her, and wishes her well. She thanks him and heads directly to the elevator. The door to his haven almost opens by itself at the lightest touch of her hand. She steps inside, pulls the case containing the wrapped gift and what she considers her own wrapping with it, and closes it. When she looks up, she feels her heart in her throat intending to leap toward him, and the subsequent gasp. He is truly a stunning man. Whatever she might have thought to say goes right out of her head, and all that comes out from that enthralled smile is a faint “Blessed Solstice, Mischa…”
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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 2 years ago
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Thank you RR for giving us details on Baz draining the family dog when he was 11
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