#MARCH 16TH IS TOO FAR AWAY

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not watcher content but would personally like to thank @simonemalec for editing this incredible teaser of my fave babygirl

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Propaganda

Judy Garland (Meet Me In St. Louis, A Star is Born, Summer Stock)— Judy is the GOAT when it comes to classic movie musicals. The voice of an angel who deserved so much better than she got. She can sing she can dance she can act she's a triple threat. Though she had a turbulent personal life (her treatment as a child star by the studio system makes me mad as hell like Louis b Mayer fight me ((she was made to believe that she was physically unattractive by the constant criticism of film executives who made her feel ugly and who manipulated her onscreen appearance by capping her teeth and using discs in her nose to change its shape and Mayer called her "my little hunchback" like imagine hearing that as a child and not having damage)) she always goddamn delivered on screen and in any performance she gave. She began in vaudeville performing with her sisters and was signed to MGM at 13. Starting out in supporting parts especially paired with mickey Rooney in a bunch of films (she's the best part tbh) she eventually transferred to the lead role. She is best known for her starring role in movie musicals like the iconic Wizard of Oz (somewhere over the rainbow still hits hard and is ranked the top film song of all time), meet me in St. Louis (Judy singing have your self a merry little Christmas brings tears to the eyes she is that powerful), the Harvey girls (she looks like a technicolor dream and sings a catchy af song about trains), Easter parade ( dancing and singing with Fred Astaire), for me and my gal, the pirate, and summer stock ( with pal Gene Kelly who she helped when he was starting out and he helped her when she was struggling). But she also does non- singing just as well like the clock ( her first movie where she sings no songs and is an underrated ww2 era romance), her Oscar nominated a star is born ( like the man that got away she put her whole soul in that and I have beef with the fact she lost to grace kelly ((whom I love but like still not even her best work)), and judgement at Nuremberg (a courtroom drama about the nazi war criminal trials). Outside of film she made concert appearances to record-breaking audiences, released 8 studio albums, and had her own Emmy-nominated tv series. She was the youngest (39) and first female recipient of the Cecil B DeMille award for lifetime achievement in the film industry. Girl was a lifelong democrat and was a financial and moral supporter of many causes including the civil rights movement (she was at the March on Washington and held a press conference to protest the 16th street Baptist church bombings). She was a friend of the Kennedy family and would call jfk weekly often ending the calls by singing the first few lines of somewhere over the rainbow (she thought of them as Gemini twins).She was a member of the committee for the first amendment which was formed in response to the HUAC investigations. Though she died far too young and tragically she remains an icon for her work and her life. As a girl who didn't feel like i was as pretty as everyone else I have always felt a connection to Judy and I just really love her.

Natalie Wood (West Side Story, The Great Race)—She went through so much shit which I know can be said for all these women but Natalie really was a star and her death often overshadows her career and life. She could make you cry, but she also had the capacity to be incredibly funny which I think is lost on people.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Natalie Wood:

Judy Garland:

Judy's voice alone qualifies her for at least top ten hottest HOT VINTAGE MOVIE WOMEN. She was a truly incredible swing singer, with a stunning voice on top of her technique. Her short dark hair looked incredible in just about any style. Have I mentioned her swagger? I can’t do it justice with words. She had swagger. She was funny as hell, and clever too. Incredibly charming and cool. I adore her.

Her eyes, her voice have bewitched me

I mean how can you beat the one and only Judy? She's beautiful, her smile is contagious, the way she sings with her whole body. You can't help but love her.

Beautiful woman, love her singing voice. And she can do everything between happy or silly and angry or heartbroken

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Study Session

michael gavey x reader

A/N: a fufilled request :)

TW: smut!, dry humping, titty sucking, size kink

word count: 1,283 words

“C’mon you can’t be dumb and weak, that’s just pathetic” Michael rolls his eyes as he holds the flashcards in front of you.

“I already said it’s 1536 and I’m not weak or dumb.” You glare at him.

“You have to know the full date. You know that.”

“That’s stupid.”

“May 19th.”

“I knew that!” You protest and snatch the cards out of his hands. You begin to look at the answers on the cards. “And I knew that was June 16th and that was March 3rd.” He tries to grab the cards back.

“You won’t learn anything if you do that.” He snatches them out of your hands with ease. “And like I said before, not very strong.”

You shove him. He doesn’t go very far. “I’m not weak.”

“Yes you are. You’re tiny compared to me.” He teases and you push him again. “Stop that you little brat.”

You snatch his glasses and stand up, taking a few stops back. You stick your tongue out at him.

“Oh very mature.” He stands, holding his hand out. “Give them back.”

“No.” You say like a petulant child.

He sighs before reaching out to try and grab them from you but you’re a little too quick this time. You dart to the other side of the room and you actually have him chasing you now.

“This is silly.” He says as he stops. You’re cornered now.

“Boo hoo Michael hates fun.” You say with a fake pout.

He holds his hands out for his glasses once more and you try to dart away. He grabs you firmly around your waist and pushes you back on his bed, realizing that he’s going to have to wrestle them out of your hands. You giggle as you fall down, playfully fighting back but he gets on top of you, gripping your wrists firmly with one hand and pinning them above your head. He puts his glasses back on with his other hand, not quite yet realizing the position he’s put you in.

“Michael?” You murmur out and he looks down at you. You can feel how hard he’s gotten against you due to all the movement and he can see the slightest glimpse of your panties from how your skirt has ridden up.

He brings himself back down to reality. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to. I-I can’t control it.” You know he is referring to the very obvious tent in his trousers. He’s clearly about to get up but you see your chance and  you grind yourself against him. He lets out a strangled groan.

“Maybe now’s a good time to tell you that i’ve liked you for a while.” You say softly as you look into his eyes. He can practically feel the lust radiating off of you. “Do you-”

You’re cut off before you can finish the sentence as he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is hungry and needy and you feel all his emotion through it.

“I’ve liked you for a while too.” He murmurs before kissing you again. You can feel him rubbing up against you subconsciously. “Um… you should also know that I haven’t done this before.”

“Done what before?” You know what he’s referring to but you want to make him say it.

“Sex.” He says nervously.

“Who said we were going to have sex?”

“Nobody! I mean - that’s not all I want or something. W-We don’t have to!” He stumbles over his words, feeling like he’s fucked it all up now. “I really like you!”

You giggle. “I’m just teasing Mikey. We can have sex.”

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Well if you don’t want to then I can just leave.” You begin to sit up but he puts his hands on your shoulders to push you back down.

“No, I want to. I definitely want to.” There’s a very intense look in his eyes and you just kind of nod in response.

He looks down so he can unzip his trousers and pull his length out. By the time he looks back up, you’ve taken your top off. His jaw drops at the sight of your lacy bra and he realizes it matches the tiny glimpse that he got of your panties. He immediately lifts up your skirt to check if he remembered correctly.

“Michael!” You scold him for looking under your skirt without asking.

“You wore a matching set to study with me?” There’s a stupid, cocky grin on his face as he asks the question.

“Shut up.” You murmur in response with flushed cheeks from your embarrassment.

“You really do have a big fat crush on me.” He teases. “Don’t girls usually wear shorts under skirts or were you just really wanting to flash me your panties?”

“I swear to God, I will leave right now.”

“No, don’t go. I’m sorry.” He teases gently with that dumb grin still on his face before he leans down to give you another peck on the lips.

“You’re lucky I like you.” You grumble before you reach for the clasp of your bra. 

A bra that clasps in the front; he feels like he’s going to go fucking feral.

“I’m a very lucky man.” He breathes out as you reveal your tits to him. “Oh fuck.” He groans like a desperate preteen boy before palming them with both hands. If he wasn’t rock hard before, then he sure is now.

“Perv.”

“Whatever.” He very clearly doesn’t care as he begins to suck on your right breast. You run your fingers through his hair, whimpering as he licks over your nipple.

“Are you going to suck my tits all day or do I get to pop your cherry?” You ask and he rolls his eyes.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Of course you don’t. Virgin.” He pinches your nipple. “Ow!” You glare at him.

“Can I still fuck you?” 

The audacity.

“You’re paying for plan B.”

He grins at your answer and pushes your skirt around your waist. He decides to keep your panties on and just push them to the side. You feel him rubbing his tip against your opening. He looks at you with pleading eyes. “Can I put it in?” You nod right away before you feel yourself stretch around him. He’s just so goddamn big.

“Oh fuck.” You whine as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He goes slow and concentrates so he doesn’t become a one pump chump. He watches as your hand goes down to rub your clit. He’ll have to learn to do that for you next time.

“God, you feel so good.”He moans as he feels your creamy, tight pussy around him. It makes him fuck you a little faster now.

“You’re so big, Michael. Feel you in my tummy.” You whimper out as you squeeze a bit around him.

“I-I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” He can’t stop himself when you say such things to him and he doesn’t even ask before he cums inside you. You squeeze around him in tandem when you feel him fill you, managing to reach your peak as well. “Sorry…” He breathes out. He may not have finished right away but he sure as hell didn’t last long.

“It’s okay. You did good.” You praise him as he pulls out of you. Michael puts your panties back in place right away because he likes the idea of you keeping his cum inside you. “Perv.” You mutter.

“Your perv.” He grins and lays his head down on your chest. “Does this mean I get to be your boyfriend now?”

You pretend to think for a moment.

“Of course it does, idiot.”

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30th January 1886 saw Betty Mouat set sail from Grutness in Shetland for Lerwick aboard the Columbine.

A wonderful tale this, and one of the most remarkable survival stories to come out of Scotland.

Betty Mouat was 59 years old in 1886. She lived in a crofthouse with her brother's family in the hamlet of Scatness--24 miles south of the town of Lerwick, Shetland. At this time, most people made the journey to the town by foot but Betty was some what disabled and preferred to travel there by sea.

The " Columbine" was a fine vessel, rigged as a cutter. The Captain and 2 crew members were experienced sailors. On January 30th, 1886, to escape bad weather, the Captain decided to sail to Lerwick from Grutness, near Betty's home. With a southerly wind, this was expected to take 2--3 hours. The Captain advised Betty not to take the journey as he anticipated a rough passage. She rejected his advice as she was anxious to see a doctor and trade some fine hand knitted goods of her own and those of other community members. So, she went below with the knitted garments and one quart of milk and 2 biscuits.

The "Columbine" set sail. Thirty minutes later, disaster struck. A heavy sea caused the main boom to swing to port.The Captain and Mate tried to repair the problem when the boom threw them overboard. The Mate managed to clamber back aboard, only to become aware that his Captain was drowning. He and the third crew member immediately launched the small lifeboat and tried to locate the Captain without success.To their horror they then realized that the"Columbine" was too far away for them to overtake her. With extreme difficulty, they headed for shore, where alarmed watchers had observed the erratic scene.

The "Columbine " owner offered a reward to anyone who would launch a boat to go after the cutter. By now, the storm made this impossible. No steamship was immediately available---although, later, several searches took place over a wide area. Wireless telegraphy had not been invented but press agency telegrams were sent to the British government and the British Consul in Norway. On February 1st. it was considered that further searches would be fruitless.

Meantime, Betty had realised that she was alone. She was seasick, cold and frightened. After screaming bitterly, she calmed down,recognising that only God could hear her. Thereafter, her religious belief helped. The storm caused her to lurch about in the cabin until she propped herself into a sitting position---holding a rope with onre hand then the other. Both hands were soon numb and blistered. She could not reach the forecastle so rationed her milk and biscuits. As the storm slowly abated, she put on the Captain's thick jacket and wound his watch daily. On February 3rd,she finished her milk and the second biscuit. Some sunshine and the sight of some land cheered her. She tried to light a lamp with some matches she had found but the light only flickered momentarily.

This nightmare scenario continued until February 6th.She later described praying and counting the stars. On her eighth day the "Columbine " struck submerged rocks near a bay in Lepsoy island off the coast of Norway.

She managed to attract attention--in spite of her weakened condition. Fishermen helped her ashore and carried her over very rough terrain to a house in Ronstad where she received great kindness and care.

Betty was now safe but her ordeal was far from over as she became a 'celebrity' of that time. She reached Edinburgh on February 24th and finally Shetland on March 16th. At all stages of her journey, the public crowded to see her. Even when she was back home, she was obliged to entertain people on a regular basis.

However, she continued her knitting and lived for another 30 years.

Her rescuers received medals from the Government. The bay in Lepsoy where the "Columbine" went aground was named "Columbukta".

You can find out more on the Scotiana web site here https://www.scotiana.com/betty-mouats-lone-voyage-a.../

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Some Thoughts About How the BRF is Approaching this Debacle by u/C-La-Canth

Some Thoughts About How the BRF is Approaching this Debacle I hope that someday Prince William is recognized for the restraint and patience he is exhibiting now. Every day, I see fellow sinners who are angry that the monarchy isn't moving fast enough in delivering a few blows back at H&M. I see comments that demand King Charles sever all ties with Haz, that they expose MeMe's sordid past, that the children be removed from the LoS, that titles be stripped, blah blah blah. This isn't the 16th century. We can't scream "off with his head!" and decide the punishment for perceived slights. A fair and just ruler (or court system) will process all of the facts, go by existing protocol, and measure out appropriate consequences. In the states, we applaud parents who march down to their child's classroom and scream at the teacher before they listen to the teacher's viewpoint. We love to seek immediate retribution the moment we think someone has offended us. We have far too many shootings, impulsive crimes, and random violence because too many people lack the skills for critical thinking and the ability to perceive their own contribution to a problem. I've said this here before: we are not privy to all of the facts. Period. All we know comes from heavily biased, filtered media. Because of this, we are neither qualified nor entitled to direct the actions of the BRF. All we can do is ask questions, speculate, share opinions and observations, and hope for the best. Yes, of course, I am outraged at what seems to be two grifters getting away with criminal behavior. But this weird saga is enormous and complex, and it will take a lot of time to be resolved wisely. Meanwhile, I admire the quiet, mature, methodical way Prince William and his beautiful wife have conducted themselves. post link: https://ift.tt/rLw8H31 author: C-La-Canth submitted: February 26, 2024 at 11:50PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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Secret New Year's Santa 2023

Hiiiii @agents-of-virtue! Happy New Year. I’m so excited to be your Secret Santa because I also have really strong opinions on latkes, wrt your Roanoke Winter post. This was really fun to write. 

Bekah checked her watch for the ninth time. December 16th, but just barely… She understood why 12:30 AM was the right time for a secret meeting in the middle of the woods, far off from any trail or manmade light source, but it was still cold and dark enough to increase the distance from home. 

At least it wasn’t snowing. That she was able to hold onto, as well as the multiple handwarmers stuffed into each of her pockets. 

12:31. 

12:40. At this point, Bekah unscrewed the lid on her thermos and took an indulgent first gulp of hot chocolate. 

At 12:41, a thin branch snapped directly northeast of her. A figure stood perfectly still, boot-clad foot held precisely at the point of the noise. It had a large, waxed canvas coat on with a hood drawn close, wisps of warm breath barely escaping a woolen scarf. The figure raised its mittened hands and lowered its hood, revealing a face both exhausted and relieved. 

“Annabelle,” Drew sighed, marching forward through the brush and giving her a hug. Though they had little time for pleasantries in such a sensitive mission, it had still been three months since anyone had seen him.

“You’re eleven minutes late,” Bekah chided, “I was going to turn around.” 

“No you weren’t.” “Was too.” 

“Was not!” Drew stifled a laugh, drawing his attention to a bird having awoken from the commotion. 

“How long do we have?” Bekah took a seat on a mossy log that had escaped most dampness from evergreen tree cover. “I brought you some first aid, painkillers.” 

Drew sat down on the ground, some of his natural playfulness overriding his carefully constructed gruff demeanor. “I have never wanted an Ibuprofen more in my life.” 

Bekah drew out a small box that had a ribbon tied around it in a bow, “Are you hurt?” 

“No,” Drew admitted, “Just to have. Just in case. How did you know?” 

“You know I just know.” Bekah passed Drew the box, and he dug out from a secret pocket on his jacket a makeshift file folder with hand drawn maps, journal entries, and whatever else he could squirrel away. 

He reached deeper into the pocket still and brought out a small burlap sack. “Something else?” Bekah asked warily, concerned about the potential of Drew stealing an artifact or item of power from a cult so difficult to be stationed in. 

“Yeah, something else.” Drew unceremoniously dumped the total contents of the bag onto the ground and dropped his mittens on top. A handful of woodchips, a lighter (precious contraband brought on the last supply run), a cast iron pan the size of his extended palm and fingers, a vial of oil the size of his pinky, a small box labeled ‘CANDLES’, and a damp bag of something that smelled vegetal. 

There needed to be few words spoken to understand the task at hand. Bekah held the flame to the woodchips and gently coaxed an ember out as Drew gathered twigs and pushed stones into a circle. 

“I put salt and pepper in with the potato,” he explained as he rummaged through another pocket, “And I tried to bring some condiments, but everything’s kind of limited out here…” 

Bekah’s stomach sank. Above the mission, the deep trust they kept to maintain Drew’s secrecy, the greater ambitions of the Roanoke cult surveillance program, and even the biting cold itself, this moment would be the ultimate decider of Drew’s allegiance, whether he knew it or not. 

“Okay,” he sighed, “So I had a few leftover eggs, so I whipped up the whites with the last dried garlic bulb-” 

“Mayonnaise,” Bekah interrupted, “You brought-” 

“Aioli,” Drew pleaded, “Garlic aioli.” 

“Fine, aioli. What else?” 

Drew palmed another vial. “Vinaigrette from the fall. I spiced it myself. One of the better downtime activities.” 

“For latkes!?” 

“Okay, but get ready for the shocker. I was on contraband duty last week, and I couldn’t believe it… Everything is in the notes, but there were these two new guys, and…” He held a small packet between his fingers. 

“Barbecue sauce.” 

“From Arby’s.” 

“Barbecue sauce from Arby’s.” 

“Isn’t it incredible?” By now, the single latke sizzled on the tiny cast iron. Bekah offered her knife to flip it with as she processed the… uh, sure, incredible experience. 

By 1:00, the latke was crispy on both sides. Bekah split it down the middle. 

“What’s it like back home?” Drew asked, melting the bottoms of seven candles to the log. 

“Same as it ever was,” Bekah joked. “We found kittens in the garage.” 

“Are you serious?!” Drew paused his work to check her expression, “How many?” 

“Five.” Noticing Drew’s well-intentioned menorah spread, she nonchalantly palmed the lighter from Drew’s hand and melted down one more candle to finish the line. “They’ll be bigger when you’re back, but they look like aliens right now. Little fuzzy aliens.” 

“Little fuzzy aliens,” Drew remarked back. He dug one more candle out of the box and handed it to Bekah. 

Bekah lit it and murmured under her breath as she lit the row of candles. 

“Sorry you’re on assignment on night eight.” 

Bekah couldn’t hold her laugh any longer. A trio of birds flapped away. “I lit candles at the motel before heading out. You didn’t have to do this.” 

Drew shrugged. “It’s still a taste of home.” He peeled away his half of the latke and coyly squeezed half the packet of barbecue sauce onto it before taking a bite. 

Bekah took a breath and held it. She glanced away at the departing birds, and checked for any sign of  human life in range of hearing or seeing them. She exhaled and held out her hand for the rest of the sauce. “This,” she sharply warned, “Does not leave the woods. We do not tell anyone back home. Not ever.” 

“I always have room for another secret,” Drew agreed. They ate as the candles burned all the way down and the fire had been smothered. By the time Bekah turned on her flashlight, Drew was gone again.

[sparrow-orion-writes]

(A love story between a boy who talks to plants and a boy who really just wants him to feel loved).

This is a short one shot set in Released.

It focuses on Kieran, a supporting character in the novel.

Warning: parent to child abuse, isolation, ableism, religious abuse, running away from home, discrimination (of a fictional characteristic)

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Kieran Ferguson. It's the name he'd been given at his birth, stamped across a birth certificate at some point in early March. The cold had been impenetrable then, his mother had shivered as she took him home in the car, all bundled up in blankets.

Or so the story went.

Years later, she had said that even then she'd known there was something 'horribly wrong' with her child. He didn't cry. He just slept, peeking his green eyes open curiously sporadically to remind her he was alive and hungry.

She took him to doctors at first, they ran tests and such, but ultimately found him to be a healthy, normal child. Just quiet. Unfussy.

When he was around five years old, doctors suggested that perhaps he had an attachment disorder, his brain might have developed differently. Sociopath, his father had called him. Kieran was not that, no, he was quiet because he was listening.

Listening to the plants.

He must have been young when he'd first heard them talking. He doesn't remember some pivotal moment where the ivy spoke to him, or the grass whimpered in joy at the sight of him. They were always there, always talking.

He sat in the woods outside and listened to the cry of the natural world. Help us - it sobbed in a universal cacophony, a language that somehow he could speak - we are dying.

When he first heard a tree scream as an axe met its skin, he realised his gift was perhaps not so much a gift after all. Clutching his ears with a sob on his mouth. It was ironic his mother had demanded he cry as a child, going as far to prick his skin with needles to get a reaction, because now she very much scolded and berated him for his screams.

"Can't you hear it scream?" He whimpered, frantically clutching his mother.

"Psychotic," the doctors called him.

His father had enough and took him to a priest. "Demonic," another word, another label. No-one ever asked him, no-one ever waited to hear his side of the story.

He closed his mouth after his baptism, he could never stand to be around water ever again, never enough to hold his head underwater. He'd shower for the rest of his life.

The plants didn't just speak to him, they stole from him. Their cautious friendship grew bitter as Kieran grew older, resenting all that they'd done to him. Cost him his family, his love, and his energy too. They drank from him like he was a well, praised him for what he could give them. At least he was useful to someone, he supposes.

He grew distant from humanity, distant from nature, considered living in a brick house and never seeing the light of day ever again.

That's when he met Alroy, when he needed him most.

15 years old, covered in spots, this bright red-headed boy with a thick British accent moved to the end of his road. He was beautiful, and stupid, and stupidly in love from the second they first met.

"Alroy Wakefield." His name sounded like a fairytale, like the handsome prince that had come to save him from all his misery. There wasn't a single detail of his face, his words, or his smile that Kieran didn't want to burrow into and live in forever.

They grew close, and closer. Alroy didn't mind that Kieran talked to himself, or that sometimes he would fall asleep mid-sentence. He stayed with him and held his hand through his stress, lifted him up and put him to bed when he fell asleep.

He listened to him. Finally, someone listened to him.

"Marry me sometime?" He asked Alroy on his 16th birthday, jokingly. The plants on the windowsill chittered, killing the mood instantly. "You shut the fuck up," he muttered, flopping back on the bed.

Alroy laughed and leaned down over Kieran, grinning. Flushed cheeks, they shared a first kiss, the first kiss either of them had ever had. "Why wait?" he whispered.

"Where would we even get married?"

It was a childish game, neither of them were serious.

Until Kieran was 17 and stood on Alroy's doorstep in the pouring down rain. The grey skies flashed across his face as, shivering and soaked in a thin t-shirt, he sobbed out the words he'd needed to say. "Goodbye," he whispered. Ivy crawled up his arms and thorns protruded from the back of his hands.

Alroy stared, and stared some more.

"Don't be stupid," he scoffs, after a moment. "Come on."

His parents sigh quietly, knowing full well they'd lost Alroy to Kieran many moons ago. They protest, albeit half-heartedly, when he says he needs to leave with him. They tell him to think of the consequences. But like any eighteen-year-old, he just grins, and says he'll be back in a month.

Alroy never needed to ask him what happened. For months afterwards, he could still see the scars stark against Kieran's pale, freckled skin. The long and angry cuts of a belt buckle, or perhaps even a knife. They made him angry, but he gets the feeling that they got their comeuppance.

Kieran Ferguson became Kieran Wakefield three months after they landed on the door of Elysium apartments. A calling had brought him here, he'd said.

Alroy knew better by then than to ask questions.

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[13eyond13]

1,2 and 6 for bookish asks?

thank you for asking!

1. What book did you last finish? When was that?

According to Goodreads I've finished 3 new books in the past week, so I'll just list them all here:

(1) And Then She Fell by Alicia Elliott [finished March 18th]

Somebody picked this one for my book club! Still haven't discussed it yet. Kind of a Rosemary's Baby-ish story told from an Indigenous Canadian woman's POV.

(2) The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin [finished March 16th]

A sci-fi classic that takes place on a fictional ice-covered world where the inhabitants are normally genderless and only have a gender temporarily whenever they're in heat for reproduction purposes, basically. It was both tedious and confusing to get into and also somewhat interesting and memorable and unique? A fairly divisive pick someone chose for my book club, haha. I didn't hate it like some people did, but I didn't absolutely love it either!

(3) Heartstopper Vol. 1 by Alice Oseman [finished on March 15th]

It was just alright to me - cute, but basically just exactly what you might expect from watching the movie trailer for it, and nothing more?

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2. What are you currently reading?

(1) The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

I've been picking away at this one slowly the last several weeks! Enjoying it quite a bit. I've always loved the LOTR movie trilogy, but never got around to actually reading the books until now.

(2) Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

Lesbian Dickens or something? Only about 1/4 of the way through this one so far! I saw the movie The Handmaiden that's based on it a while back, so I feel like I already might know the gist of the plot a bit. So far it's been pretty entertaining to read.

(3) Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Reading Fingersmith put me in the mood for some actual Dickens! It's basically exactly what I expected or knew it was going to be. One thing about Dickens that I appreciate is I often lol when I read his stuff. Some of the more cartoonishly asshole adult characters and the dry way the narration points out their awful personalities just gets me every time

(4) Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh

I've barely started this one! Somebody sparked my curiosity about it by saying it was super gross... I feel like I'm probably going to regret reading it, but unfortunately I'm an idiot and also I was in the mood for a dark medieval story at the time, hahaha

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6. Which book was the last one you really, really loved?

Hmm... One that really pleasantly surprised me when I read it recently was:

Rabbit, Run by John Updike

I went into it expecting it to be infuriatingly misogynistic and ended up finding it moving and pretty beautifully written. On the surface level the plot SOUNDS like it's just going to be exactly that kind of thing and nothing more (a 1960s story about an egotistical and disenchanted young married man who suddenly abandons his wife and kids to go frig off and sleep around and such). But I was pleasantly surprised by how much complexity and personality and sympathy the women were written with too, and even when I didn't like or relate to the characters all that much I still always found it well-written and interesting to read. I also ended up crying over it at some point! I don't know how the entire series goes or if I'll eventually read the rest of the books, but the first one made me feel a lot more emotions than I went into it expecting to, for sure.

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bro it would be so exquisitely sexy if u showed off ur language skills by doing an english translation of this five minute video

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Ah, the famous Goetia of Mathers and Crowley!

Hmm. Dantalion. Andromalius. Who are they?

[Title Card: HISTORY OF DEMONS]

Today we won’t be talking about a single demon, or two, or even three, but four incredible demons! I’m just that generous! Unfortunately I can’t be too generous with information because there’s not much out there, being that most of these sources come from the same place. But let’s start at the beginning. In the hierarchy that I primarily use, that of Jean Wier, we find a list of 69 demons, as well as several princes and grand dignitaries; but in the Lemegeton we find instead 72, corresponding to the 72 angels of Kabbalah who stand in opposition to them. In this list we also find four additional demons: Vassago, Andromalius, Seere, and Dantalion. And 69 + 4 = 73, which raises us to one last demon, Pruflas or Busas, a prince and duke who rules over 26 legions. What are these new demons? Who are they? How are they connected?

Vassago, the third demon on the list in the Lemegeton, head of 26 legions, is a prince, said to be of a good nature, the same nature as Agares. What they meant by that at the time remains a mystery. No information on his appearance, we only know of his powers, which are knowledge of the past, present, and future, and he is capable of finding any lost or hidden thing. He makes men hypocritical, ungrateful, and perjurious. Vassago can be summoned between March 31st and April 4th. He is thus opposed by the angel Sitael. Vassago is mentioned in the Book of the Office of Spirits under the name Usagoo, who appears as an angel just and true in all his actions and rules over 20 legions. He has the power to make women fall in love with his summoner, and will reveal all their secrets.

Seere, the 70th demon listed in the Lemegeton, is a prince ruling over 26 legions, and subordinate to Amaymon, king of the eastern realm of Hell. He’s not an evil demon, but rather nice. He has the appearance of a handsome man riding a winged horse. He has the power to go any place on Earth in the blink of an eye to do what he is ordered, such as to transport messages, objects, or even people. He’s something like Hell’s post officer. In addition, he can reveal hidden things, bring about abundance, and is said to be a demon of letters. Summonable between the 6th and 10th of March, he is opposed by the angel Jabamiah.

Dantalion, the 71st demon listed in the Lemegeton, is a duke ruling over 36 legions, and is one of the most distinguished demons. He has the appearance of a man possessing a number of faces, of both men and women, and holds a book in his right hand. He teaches every art and science, and can read anyone’s thoughts, revealing all their secrets. He can notably influence one’s thoughts and will. His greatest pleasure is to provoke impossible loves. Furthermore, he is able to project visions into people’s heads, no matter how far away. Summonable between the 11th and 15th of March, he is opposed by the angel Haiaiel.

Finally, Andromalius, the 72nd and last demon on the list in the Lemegeton, is a count of Hell who rules over 36 legions. He has the appearance of a man carrying a large serpent in his hand. He has the power to summon any thief who has acted against you along with all stolen goods, and will punish them as he sees fit. He reveals actions meant to harm you and punishes the wicked. If you are wise, he will reveal to you hidden treasures. Summonable between the 16th and 20th of March, he is opposed by the angel Mumiah. These are thus the angel and demon who correspond to myself, having been born on March 19th. Just a little info in case you want to send me a birthday gift.

Like I said, we don’t have much information on them, neither in the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, nor in the Infernal Dictionary. Most of what we know comes from the Goetia, the Lesser Key of Solomon cowritten by Samuel Mathers and Aleister Crowley and published in 1904. I don’t know where they found all this information. The mystery endures, but if you have any additional information, don’t hesitate to share it in a comment below. On that, thank you for watching this video, I hope you enjoyed it even if it was a bit short, like [EXPLETIVE DELETED]. Thank you to everyone who supports this channel financially. Don’t hesitate to subscribe or especially share this video. And with that I say: ‘Til next time.

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Propaganda

Machiko Kyō (Rashomon, Floating Weeds, Older Brother Younger Sister)— Considered an early sex symbol in Japanese cinema. Also just an ethereal beauty who can also go feral/unhinged in a glorious way.

Judy Garland (Meet Me In St. Louis, A Star is Born, Summer Stock)— Judy is the GOAT when it comes to classic movie musicals. The voice of an angel who deserved so much better than she got. She can sing she can dance she can act she's a triple threat. Though she had a turbulent personal life (her treatment as a child star by the studio system makes me mad as hell like Louis b Mayer fight me ((she was made to believe that she was physically unattractive by the constant criticism of film executives who made her feel ugly and who manipulated her onscreen appearance by capping her teeth and using discs in her nose to change its shape and Mayer called her "my little hunchback" like imagine hearing that as a child and not having damage)) she always goddamn delivered on screen and in any performance she gave. She began in vaudeville performing with her sisters and was signed to MGM at 13. Starting out in supporting parts especially paired with mickey Rooney in a bunch of films (she's the best part tbh) she eventually transferred to the lead role. She is best known for her starring role in movie musicals like the iconic Wizard of Oz (somewhere over the rainbow still hits hard and is ranked the top film song of all time), meet me in St. Louis (Judy singing have your self a merry little Christmas brings tears to the eyes she is that powerful), the Harvey girls (she looks like a technicolor dream and sings a catchy af song about trains), Easter parade ( dancing and singing with Fred Astaire), for me and my gal, the pirate, and summer stock ( with pal Gene Kelly who she helped when he was starting out and he helped her when she was struggling). But she also does non- singing just as well like the clock ( her first movie where she sings no songs and is an underrated ww2 era romance), her Oscar nominated a star is born ( like the man that got away she put her whole soul in that and I have beef with the fact she lost to grace kelly ((whom I love but like still not even her best work)), and judgement at Nuremberg (a courtroom drama about the nazi war criminal trials). Outside of film she made concert appearances to record-breaking audiences, released 8 studio albums, and had her own Emmy-nominated tv series. She was the youngest (39) and first female recipient of the Cecil B DeMille award for lifetime achievement in the film industry. Girl was a lifelong democrat and was a financial and moral supporter of many causes including the civil rights movement (she was at the March on Washington and held a press conference to protest the 16th street Baptist church bombings). She was a friend of the Kennedy family and would call jfk weekly often ending the calls by singing the first few lines of somewhere over the rainbow (she thought of them as Gemini twins).She was a member of the committee for the first amendment which was formed in response to the HUAC investigations. Though she died far too young and tragically she remains an icon for her work and her life. As a girl who didn't feel like i was as pretty as everyone else I have always felt a connection to Judy and I just really love her.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Machiko Kyō:

Judy:

Judy's voice alone qualifies her for at least top ten hottest HOT VINTAGE MOVIE WOMEN. She was a truly incredible swing singer, with a stunning voice on top of her technique. Her short dark hair looked incredible in just about any style. Have I mentioned her swagger? I can’t do it justice with words. She had swagger. She was funny as hell, and clever too. Incredibly charming and cool. I adore her.

Her eyes, her voice have bewitched me

I mean how can you beat the one and only Judy? She's beautiful, her smile is contagious, the way she sings with her whole body. You can't help but love her.

Beautiful woman, love her singing voice. And she can do everything between happy or silly and angry or heartbroken

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Venus enters Taurus 03/16 🪴🌿🌷

On March 16th Venus starts her journey through the constellation of Taurus and on March 30th she joins electric Uranus in a powerful conjunction. The key to this transit is flexibility, allowing ourselves to create space for new paths, new passions, new interests, or new projects. Something unexpected will bring pleasure, we're being called to step outside of our comfort zone, to experience change in its fruitfulness. And it's just on the horizon.

After these past pluto transits, we've been experiencing a major purge in our subconscious, the subconscious patterns we wrote on the walls without even noticing over time. Now this beautiful and eccentric transit is coming in to not only allow us to accept growth, but allow us to take a look at what taking a leap can really do. It is only when we have accomplished everything that we then discover there is more to complete, because living in a comfort zone too long only stifles true growth and opportunities. Embrace this unique experience and see how far you can take it.

See in such a perspective of what is being left behind isn't a "waste" it's something that we've spent time on because it's what we needed. Stepping away from something you've worked at doesn't have to be a bad thing. In most cases, you've mastered what you could and now there is a need to integrate these skills further along in your journey. In some cases, we do need to admit that what we've been sinking our time into isn't paying off the way we've expected. But hey! That's not a reason for us to feel defeat when abandoning whatever that is. We are building in unexpected ways.

much love 🩷🌺

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cult members and NPC infos for mobile, long so behind a cut as always

Cult stuff and possession nav

Possession timeline and lore for mobile Azathoth info and traits for mobile Azathoth powers for mobile

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Dr. Arthur Friedkin

Leader of the cult of Azathoth, 1940s *01/05/1900- +08/16/1948

"Dr Arthur Friedkin was a Harvard graduate neurologist who was Collingwood's head physician from 1937 to 1948. He was famous for his work in experimental brain surgery. He was a major advocate of prefrontal lobotomy. Under Friedkin's supervision, there were about 140 lobotomies." - Morgan Turner, March 2003

Born in the year 1900, Arthur Friedkin grew up in a world all too familiar with death and suffering. Losing his father in the first world war and his mother to the influenza pandemic of 1918, the young Bostonian wanted to get answers just like anybody else in that time period. All thanks to the US' spiritualism craze around 1920, he became fascinated by the occult. Seances, spirit boards and spirit photography were an exciting opportunity and distraction from all that death.

The birth of his son Sean Everett Friedkin in the year 1921 marked a happier period in his life, and his acceptance into Harvard and a detailed dive into the world of neurology turned Friedkin away from the occult at least for a little while. Nevertheless, he remained an avid reader of works of fiction similiar to Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft, whose focus on cosmicism and scientific horror fascinated him especially. And even though he was a doting father and seemingly a 'family man' through and through, Friedkin's general misantrophy and generally cold and methodic approach in his field were somewhat infamous.

Friedkin moved to Maryland in 1933 and worked as Neurologist at Danver's State Hospital. When his wife became pregnant with their fifth child, they decided to leave the city and move into a spacious subburbian mansion in Ryerson Valley, a quiet little town known for its gigantic psychiatric hospital. Friedkin became part of Collingwood's medical staff in 1935 and was subsequently appointed head physician in 1937.

Since the state's focus was primarily set on Danver's State Hospital, being in charge of Collingwood allowed the neurologist, who was much younger than most his peers, to start experimenting with new and questionable procedures on the surplus of patients his hospital provided.

After the loss of his son, Friedkin founded the cult of Azathoth within the walls of his hospital and began experimenting with the idea of disrupting the veil between the real world and the spirit world. See more details for that in my detailed possession timeline.

On August 16th, 1948 six patients broke out of their room, freed more of their fellow inmates and wrecked havoc inside Collingwood Psychiatric Hospital. In the chaos, Arthur Friedkin was killed by one of the patients, Lance Preston.

The Cult

Friedkin's nursing staff, 1940s

Death, as fate would have it, would never stay far away from Arthur Friedkin, this time with a twist of irony. At the age of just 21, his first born son Sean was drafted into the US military to fight in World War II. The horrors he witnessed during that time left the sensible young man shell-shocked and damaged beyond repair. Severe PTSD, depression and psychosis were taking their toll on his mind, and despite having learned so much from his father in the field of psychology and even wanting to become a neurologist himself after the war, all hope was lost.(keep scrolling)

Sean Everett Friedkin committed suicide just three years into his military service abroad. Running straight into enemy territory and getting torn apart by heavy artillery fire, leaving his father without a body to bury, without closure, without answers, and utterly devastated. With his belief in the ability to cure mental illness shattered, and succumbing to madness himself, Friedkin once again turned to occultism to search for a solution to destroy the monster that was insanity and death once and for all.

Due to the horrors of world war II and many men lost to the battlefields abroad or on their own soil, it was not hard for the charismatic neurosurgeon to find like-minded souls within his own staff. Nurses and orderlies alike had lost loved ones and family as well and were desperate to see them return. Ever surrounded by the madness of an overcrowded insane asylum, with many patients dumped and forgotten in their care, Friedkin soon decided to combine pseudo-science with his occult beliefs. Delusions of grandeur dictated that together with new surgical treatments for the insane, they could not only cure insanity, but death itself.

Their God

Azathoth and Nyarlathotep ∞

"Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity, the boundless demon sultan Azathoth whose name no lips dare speak aloud and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable unlighted chambers beyond time and space, amidst the muffled maddening beating of vile drums.”

A man of science from an early age, Friedkin never believed in any conventional gods or common religions such as Christianity. Instead, he became obsessed with the Cosmic horrors described in H.P. Lovecraft's works, the most powerful Outer Gods in particular. Ever linked to psychology and insanity, Friedkin took a special interest in the likes of Azathoth and its offspring Nyarlathotep. Even seeing himself as the human embodiment of 'The Cold One', and his deceased first born as the reincarnation of 'The Crawling Chaos'.

Azathoth, known as 'The Blind Idiot God', 'Nuclear Chaos' or 'Demon Sultan' is a supreme omnipotent being. It is a significant malign presence in the Necronomicon as both Albert Wilmarth (HPL: "The Whisperer in Darkness") and Walter Gilman (HPL: "The Dreams in the Witch House") are horrified at the mere mention of its name having both read about it in the occult tome.

There is no definite description of Azathoth because everybody envisions it differently and it is always changing. According to some accounts, it is a huge sentient black hole. Among its many followers, "obscene rites" were often performed that involved "atrocities practiced on still-living victims".

Nyarlathotep, known as 'The Crawling Chaos' is a supreme omnipotent being as well, a direct offspring of Azathoth's. He differs from the other deities in the Lovecraft's Mythos in a number of ways. Most of the Outer Gods, like his father Azathoth, are exiled to the stars, Nyarlathotep, however, is active and frequently walks the Earth in the guise of a human being, usually a tall, slim, joyous man. He has "a thousand" other forms and manifestations, many reputed to be quite horrific and sanity-blasting.

Most Outer Gods use strange alien languages, while Nyarlathotep uses human languages and can easily pass for a human being if he chooses to do so. Finally, most of them are all-powerful yet evidently without clear purpose or agenda, yet Nyarlathotep seems to be deliberately deceptive and manipulative, and even uses propaganda to achieve his goals.

Unlike the other Outer Gods, spreading madness is more important and enjoyable than death and destruction to Nyarlathotep. It is suggested by some that he will destroy the human race and possibly the earth as well.

Brenda Peterson

Head nurse and member of the cult of Azathoth, 1940s *10/28/1905 - +08/16/1948

Brenda Peterson was born in Baltimore in 1902. The eldest of 9 daughters, Brenda faced the brute force and hatred of her father from an early age. A failed physician with an alcohol problem. Throughout the remainder of his failed life and with their family left in poverty, Brenda's father pushed hard for her to make it into the medical field, knowing that even though his daughter would never become a successful doctor herself, nurses and other medical staff were well sought after during the first world war.

Life in poverty as well as the ongoing abuse from her father rendered Brenda a bitter, violent woman with a sadistic streak. Feared among the patients she looked after and her peers alike, Brenda's steely attitude and work ethic made it possible for her to become head nurse at Collingwood Psychiatric hospital in 1941.

It was there that she began idolizing Dr. Arthur Friedkin, who represented everything her father failed to achieve in his life. Infatuated, almost obsessed with Friedkin, she soon clung to his every method and teachings, and was the first to join his cult when he founded it. It was her who provided Friedkin with sufficient input on which patient to chose for the next experiment and ritual, and she was also the one to admister sedatives to get their patients where they were needed. Covering their tracks by falsifying patient records and only having members of their cult on the clock whenever a ritual was supposed to take place.

Brenda became so convinced of what they were doing was right and the only way for their world to make it past the 40s, that she too involved her children in Friedkin's teachings and cult from a very early age, leaving the path wide open for future generations of said cult to come.

Brenda was the only other cult member killed along with Friedkin on August 16th, leaving behind her 21 year old son Emmett and her 18 year old daughter Jennifer. With the former continuing on the rites, rituals and beliefs of their cult despite Friedkin's passing.

Andromeda Peterson

Leader of the cult of Azathoth, 2000s *08/07/1983

Andromeda Peterson is the great-granddaughter of Brenda Peterson. Her grandfather, Emmett, went on to pass along Friedkin's teachings of the cult of Azathoth to his children, and with his entire circle of friends consisting of members of the cult, it came as no surprise that Andromeda, too, would come to believe that the veil between the real world and the spirit world ought to be broken, that chaos and a complete reset of everything that is known and conceivable is the only way for humanity to surpass its misery and death itself.

Coming from a long line of psychiatric nurses, she happens to work not just at Danvers Psychiatric hospital by the time she's 24 years old, but she is also the head of the CPH (short for Collingwood Psychiatric Hospital) historical society. A new, far more inconspicuous name for a cult that is still active and waiting for their most promising experiment and subject to turn back up in their current timeline - Lance Preston, who brought about the death of their original cult leader as well as Andromeda's great-grandmother all the way back in 1948.

With her father's passing in 2015 Andromeda has only just become the new leader of the cult of Azathoth, and just like Brenda, she's a fiercely loyal, cold and sadistic individual who will stop at nothing to unleash their god and teachings upon the world.

By 2016, it seems that her ideals are well on their way of becoming real, when Lance Preston turns back up in their timeline and is brought to her hospital, where she's more than eager to interview him in the name of the CPHHS. Lance is quick to catch on to her and the cult though and runs, leaving Andromeda and the members of her cult no choice but to try and follow him wherever he goes. Eager to catch and kill him so that his body can be fully taken over by their deity.

Matthew Sinclair

Member of the cult of Azathoth, 2000s *11/30/1986

Matthew Sinclair is another member of the cult of Azathoth and Andromeda's right hand man. Born in 1986 in upstate New York into a rich family of investment bankers, Matthew never felt quite at home where he was. By the time he was 17 years old he ran away from home, and spent the next five years on the road travelling all over the states in order to find himself.

By 2008 he ended up in Baltimore, Maryland, where he crossed paths with Andromeda Peterson and quickly became infatuated with her. Andromeda, a gay woman with no interest in men whatsoever, still saw a chance in using Matthew's infatuation for her own purposes. Promising him a place to stay and a way inside a career he's always wanted, but could never pursue to his lack of credentials and medical training.

Matthew always saw his parents as heartless bloodsuckers without a purpose, and always wanted to help people as a doctor - a career choice they heavily objected, and which ultimately forced him to run away in the first place. Andromeda's family as well as the CPHHS made almost all of his dreams come true the second he walked into their open arms though - providing him with a job at Baltimore Psychiatric Hospital as a janitor, with the prospect of making his way into a nursing position by 2014.

With his ongoing love for Andromeda, the Peterson family paying his rent and having the last say in his employment, Matthew is at the complete mercy of the cult and easily susceptible to its expert brainwashing methods. He soon follows their teachings and beliefs to a T as well, and will stop at nothing to make Andromeda happy.

When Lance Preston turns back up in 2016 Matthew catches glimpse of him and becomes a fullblown believer, convinced that everything the cult and Andromeda have been saying to him about their origins is true and worth pursuing. When Lance flees Baltimore in an attempt to get away from the cult, Andromeda sends Matthew after his known family in Washington and California, where he tries to worm his way into their lives so that the CPHHS has leverage against their most valuable asset yet.

Police Captain Malcom Hodge

Police detective for Baltimore PD, 2000s *03/03/1962

Captain Malcom Hodge was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland. Incredibly involved in his community from a young age, Malcom first wanted to become a fireman, but changed his mind after witnessing severe misdeeds in the local police force and crime scene. Determined to make his hometown a safer, juster place, he pursued a career in law enforcement. Starting out as Valedictorian for his academy, Malcom was quick to climb the ladder, working his way up to Police Captain.

Him and his team have been building a case against the Peterson family for several years now, and as a former Ryerson Valley local, has had a very personal interest in the disappearances of the Grave Encounters crew for the past 13 years as well. With Lance having turned up in his city again and killing a member of the nursing staff at Danver’s Psychiatric Hospital in Baltimore, Hodge and his force are actively trying to recapture him, so they can solve not just the current murder, but the Ryerson Valley cold cases as well.

Unlike his RCMP counterparts, Hodge has a thorough and levelheaded work ethic and believes in uncovering the unfiltered truth, whatever it may be. Whether that ends with him putting Lance behind bars or putting an end to decades of debauchery and torture at the hands of the cult of Azathoth is left to be discovered.

Kiara Evelyn Miller

The only remaining family *12/10/1987

See thatevester for more detailed infos on her, as well as threads I'm writing for her.

Kiara is Lance's only biological daughter and the accidental result of a onenight stand he had during his first semester at film school. For the first 28 years of her life, Kiara has had no contact with Lance whatsoever.

Born on December 10th 1986 in Santa Barbara, California, Kiara was raised by her doting mother and adoptive father, and only learned about her heritage on her 16th birthday. By the year 2003, Lance promised he'd meet her at least once, but a month before that could ever happen, he vanished off the face of the earth for the next 13 years. Kiara spent her teens and early 20s troubled by severe problems with self worth, and more details about her can be read in her blog bio if interested.

In 2016, she was the first person Lance came back to, hoping to deliver on the promise he made all the way back in 2003. With his mother suffering from severe dementia and having placed in a nursing home, Kiara is pretty much the only family Lance has left, and the years inside Collingwood after losing all of his friends have taught him to appreciate that a lot more.

His choice to come to her has put her in the crossfire though, and it doesn't take long for both Azathoth as well as its cult to show an immense interest in her, hoping to use her as leverage against her father. Kiara in return is just as eager to find out the truth about his disappearance, and soon digs deeper into the circumstances surrounding Lance, Collingwood, as well as Friedkin and what remains of his cult.

Hayley Anne Miller, nee Thompson

The teenage trouble *07/19/1969 - +12/15/2016 (verse dependent)

Hayley Anne Miller was born as Hayley Anne Thompson on July 19th, 1969 in Santa Barbara, California. From a very young age, she developed an interest in all things photography and film. By the time she was 18 years old, she was more than happy to begin film school at UCLA-TFT, where she met Lance Preston, a fellow film enthusiast and student.

While Lance could be considered an overachiever, stockpiling sports trophies and top grades in all their classes as the years went by, Hayley was more of a free spirit, out to meet as many creative and interesting people as possible.

It was spring 1987 when Hayley took an interest in the infamous guy that was top of her class, sitting somewhere in the shadows on campus, writing, planning, alone and constantly busy. A snapped candid photo of the person of interest soon turned into casual conversation, and the Santa Barbara native was determined to make the broody Washington film nerd her next muse and project for the summer. Ever the collector of interesting stories, faces, people.

While the desired friendship between them never really hit it off because Lance was much more interested in his studies and projects, friendly 'hi's and 'how's your latest project doing' still turned into the occassional meet up for coffee, and Hayley, as stubborn as ever, was determined to turn him into someone to her liking. Knowing that much more might linger beneath if only she pushed him in the right direction. After weeks of nudging, she eventually managed to drag Lance to a frat party on campus, where she proceeded to get him drunk, high, and focused on something other than his projects for once. Minutes of drinking and talking turned into hours, one bottle of beer and a shot of whiskey turned into two, three, four, and by midnight, all was said and done.

The endeavour resulted in an accidentental pregnancy. After much consideration and despite their young age of 19 and 18 respectively, Hayley chose to keep the unborn girl that would soon become one Kiara Evelyn Miller. She quit her studies by spring break and left UCLA to live with her childhood sweetheart back in Santa Barbara.

Lance never bothered to question or challenge her decision. Instead, he gladly accepted her proposal to have the other man named as the father just before she left, because he considered family life an unnecessary bump in the road to his filmmaking career. Parting on mutual and respectful terms, Hayley left for Santa Barbara while Lance focused back on his studies. He graduated from UCLA with honors, scoring several internships and freelance jobs as a cameraman and screenwriter. It was the last time either of them would see each other for the next 28 years.

In early 2016, Hayley filed for divorce from Kiara's adoptive father when she found out that he was cheating on her with a much younger woman. Spending a couple of months griefing the loss of her marriage as well as worrying about her daughter's mental health. It was in late November of the same year when things seemed to be looking up for her, because a young man by the name of Matthew Sinclair started courting her at her local café.

Hayley, flawed and still hurt from her divorce, flees into an affair with the man, not knowing that he's only come to California to keep an eye on her and her daughter - hoping to catch glimpse of her long lost one night stand. It doesn't take long, because only a couple of weeks later, Hayley receives a call from her daughter, who lets her know that her elusive biological father has turned right back up on her doorstep. Naturally, Hayley is more than eager to come right over to L.A. - unknowingly leading Matthew and thus the CPHHS right back to Lance.

Depending on the verse and timeline, Hayley ends up in the crossfire and gets killed by Matthew and the cult (or Klaus Mikaelson in my TO verse with @sanguinelupus)

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30th January 1886 saw Betty Mouat set sail from Grutness in Shetland for Lerwick aboard the Columbine.

A wonderful tale this, and one of the most remarkable survival stories to come out of Scotland.

Betty Mouat was 59 years old in 1886. She lived in a crofthouse with her brother’s family in the hamlet of Scatness–24 miles south of the town of Lerwick, Shetland. At this time, most people made the journey to the town by foot but Betty was some what disabled and preferred to travel there by sea.

The “ Columbine” was a fine vessel, rigged as a cutter. The Captain and 2 crew members were experienced sailors. On January 30th, 1886, to escape bad weather, the Captain decided to sail to Lerwick from Grutness, near Betty’s home. With a southerly wind, this was expected to take 2–3 hours. The Captain advised Betty not to take the journey as he anticipated a rough passage. She rejected his advice as she was anxious to see a doctor and trade some fine hand knitted goods of her own and those of other community members. So, she went below with the knitted garments and one quart of milk and 2 biscuits.

The “Columbine” set sail. Thirty minutes later, disaster struck. A heavy sea caused the main boom to swing to port.The Captain and Mate tried to repair the problem when the boom threw them overboard. The Mate managed to clamber back aboard, only to become aware that his Captain was drowning. He and the third crew member immediately launched the small lifeboat and tried to locate the Captain without success.To their horror they then realized that the"Columbine" was too far away for them to overtake her. With extreme difficulty, they headed for shore, where alarmed watchers had observed the erratic scene.

The “Columbine ” owner offered a reward to anyone who would launch a boat to go after the cutter. By now, the storm made this impossible. No steamship was immediately available—although, later, several searches took place over a wide area. Wireless telegraphy had not been invented but press agency telegrams were sent to the British government and the British Consul in Norway. On February 1st. it was considered that further searches would be fruitless.

Meantime, Betty had realised that she was alone. She was seasick, cold and frightened. After screaming bitterly, she calmed down,recognising that only God could hear her. Thereafter, her religious belief helped. The storm caused her to lurch about in the cabin until she propped herself into a sitting position—holding a rope with one hand then the other. Both hands were soon numb and blistered. She could not reach the forecastle so rationed her milk and biscuits. As the storm slowly abated, she put on the Captain’s thick jacket and wound his watch daily. On February 3rd,she finished her milk and the second biscuit. Some sunshine and the sight of some land cheered her. She tried to light a lamp with some matches she had found but the light only flickered momentarily.

This nightmare scenario continued until February 6th.She later described praying and counting the stars. On her eighth day the “Columbine ” struck submerged rocks near a bay in Lepsoy island off the coast of Norway. She managed to attract attention–in spite of her weakened condition. Fishermen helped her ashore and carried her over very rough terrain to a house in Ronstad where she received great kindness and care.

Betty was now safe but her ordeal was far from over as she became a ‘celebrity’ of that time. She reached Edinburgh on February 24th and finally Shetland on March 16th. At all stages of her journey, the public crowded to see her. Even when she was back home, she was obliged to entertain people on a regular basis. However, she continued her knitting and lived for another 30 years.

Her rescuers received medals from the Government. The bay in Lepsoy where the “Columbine” went aground was named “Columbukta”.

The bay where she came ashore in Norway is now called Columbinebukta or “Columbine Bay”: on 17th May 1986 a plaque was unveiled there commemorating the event. The croft in which Betty Mouat spent most of her life has now been extended to become Betty Mouat’s Böd, a camping böd close to Sumburgh Airport.

You can find out more on the Scotiana web site herehttps://www.scotiana.com/betty-mouats-lone-voyage-a-miracu…/

[catflowerqueen]

This is probably me getting way too into the “lore” of the extended universe of the connected shows, and the reality of the situation is that any timeline discrepancies probably come from the creators not initially planning for some shows to exist/for there to be this much overlap between the channels… but some of the things various characters have discussed/shown in VR episodes gives the impression that Sun and Moon have been separated for a lot longer than the age of their channel would imply.

Like… well, for one thing, just in-channel I think there is a big discrepancy between Eclipse saying it took two years to create Blood Moon and the length of time it probably actually took, because Moon implied that the reason he was not around for July 16th and only saw the aftermath was because he was still getting used to being in his own body, and had taken some time for himself. I highly doubt he still would have felt that way if the separation had been years ago, and I don’t think Eclipse would have even existed as his own individual until after the switch, so I’m more inclined to think that Eclipse actually meant it took 2 months, or something, because that matches up a lot better.

But an even more egregious example is the fact that Sun and Moon were present for a few of the Freddy and Funtime Freddy shows as a singular animatronic back in January of this year (2022). With the voice actor who now does Funtime Foxy, sure, but I think the implication is that they are the same “model” that later split into the Sun and Moon we are now used to (and, honestly, even though multiple shows have made mentions of there being different models of each character, they also seem to forget about that from time to time since in Roxanne’s first appearance Glamrock Freddy said she was a different model than the one he’d had a relationship with in the past, but more recent storylines have dropped that angle and have her actually be that ex, rather than just a different one). But if the Sun and Moon hosting the show really are the same ones Freddy and Funtime Freddy interacted with, then there would not have been time for July 16th to have even happened with them in separate bodies (which we know they had to have been at that point, since Moon mentioned being away and physically out of the room) since their first episode was uploaded in March of 2022—which was only 2 months after their last appearance as a singular animatronic on the Freddy and Funtime show, on January 27. And there was that big collaboration for the Among Us games on April 14th, so…

I mean—I suppose the “in universe” explanation is just that there are big backlogs of pre-recorded episodes and the VR Chat stuff isn’t necessarily happening on the day that the episode gets uploaded (which runs into some other problems as far as them playing newer games shortly after they are released even though I am pretty sure that Security Breach, at least, is canonically taking place something like two years in the future… but then again their universe itself is different than ours since animatronics actually seem to have rights and the ability to retain lawyers, and dimensional travel is possible, so it might just be that those games got released later in their universes/they’re accessing these things via technology or magic provided by Moon or Golden Freddy), but it is interesting.

…And I guess my point with all of this is that I’m currently writing a sequel to my “Mars Contemplates” story, and timeline stuff gets involved so I was trying to do some research to see how things would realistically match up, but since there is canonically a lot of timeline inconsistency, I’m just going be applying mostly my own headcanons for things like how long I think they’ve actually been separated and base it more on their own channel’s history than anything else. Which puts it at the July 17th thing happening last year, in 2021, and their separation being at most three months before that, with them only deciding to start up their channel in March after seeing how much fun some of their other friends were having with theirs. So it’s kind of like they started their channel a month-ish or so before their first anniversary of being separated? Meaning they’ve had some time to get used to it, but would still be excited about it—and would feel especially excited with their first anniversary coming up so soon. If that makes sense.

(And I'm sure there's stuff I've missed from the Sun and Moon Show's canon, but I don't have time right now to comb over everything. ...Especially since I'm already behind on various projects at the moment)

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Name: Maria Moulin

Nickname: Mary, Marie, Angel, Princess (Janice)

Birthday: March 16th

Age: 19

Appearance: Maria is petite and thin with very pale white skin, pretty doll like facial features with large up turn violet eyes and a beauty mark on the left side under her lips, short very blonde-almost white hair in a bob cut

Clothes: Her wardrobe is mostly very modest and nothing too special, usually very covering of her body such as sweaters, long sleeve button ups, long shirts shortest being just three inches above her knees, high socks, leggings, and barely any form of jewelry besides her studs of her ears and her silver cross around her neck

Personality: Maria's pretty simple and quiet on the outside, never been one to cross a line of any kind and never rebelled in any form. Is very loyal and sweet albeit moody and easily annoyed but easily bashful specifically towards Janice. She needs more confidence and bravery in her but that's what her friends are here for.

Schooling: 1st Year of college, Photography and Art Major

Likes: Classical music, pasta, vanilla cake, singing, the smell of the ocean, Janice, cleaning, painting, taking pictures, French, her half/step-brother Hugo, the sunrise, the rain, Autumn, the scent of old books, Girl in Red, Cavetown, dodie, cats, aquariums, drawing, croissants, quiche, Italian food, French cuisine, magic, cute clothes, astrology, tarot readings, day dreaming, milkshakes and burgers, Panic! At The Disco, jazz

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, thieves, when her father is angry, not being able to be free to do what she wants, being left behind, people lusting after her friends or Hugo, the idea her secrets get found out and thrown out, dogs, super hot summers and springs, smoking, fire drills, annoying people and questions, loud noises, fire unless it's safe campfire or far away fireworks

Abilities: Singing, cleaning, cooking, speaks fluent French, art, photography

Story: Maria was an only child of a mother and father who weren't the best, often not feeding or bathing her and spending money on their addictions and greed than on her and sometimes sending her out to the cold to make her sell candy bars and flowers and matches until she gives them money, or so she's told. In all honesty she doesn't remember much of her childhood, just that she had parents and would remember the cold winter. After passing out from a high fever she was taken in by the church were she met Pastor Claudius Moulin who took her in to his home and raised her with his child from a previous marriage Hugo, a boy who's half deaf and suffers from medical and physical complications and issues who is very crafty and beautiful at art.

After spending many years in France and being home schooled the Moulin family moved to America after the Pastor got a call about needing a proper man of God to the current city at age 16, there she met her current friends and spent high school hopefully crushing on Janice from afar and began a secret collection of the life she wants with make-up, different types of books than she's given, and spending a life with Janice.

Currently she goes to collage while working part-time as a singing waitress at "Dîner D'enfer" with Jac

Name Meanings: Maria - Latin for either "of the sea" or "rebellious" Moulin - French for "mill"

[murumokirby360]

Goodbye my old Anker Powerport 2 (w/ my paper dolls) - Full [Mar 16th, 2023]

[CLICK ME!] to see my dA version.

Hello March. No item review this time around because I want to talk about something. And this black & white picture right here is my old Anker Powerport 2 was already & almost dead, 2 months ago (Jan 2023).

• Yeah, you heard me right. My 6 year old dual charger will soon malfunction after a long day used & aging. Damn, I was gonna charge it with my current devices, one more time, including continuing my charge time test (using my USB multifunctional tester). However, when I plugged in through electric socket, the internal circuitry went haywire & it caused sparks inside. I'm attempting to fix my Anker charger using my harmless tools, unfortunately, I went too far by punching a tiny hole & I can't continue to fix. *sigh* So much for that.

Let me share you my background story about this Anker dual USB charger:

• I purchased it on Jan 2017 from Galleon.ph [CLICK ME! #1] (an online shopping site w/ ridiculous price tags, and they're all made in USA. Others we're made in somewhere countries.) for less than ₱ 1000 ($18 today), and it took me 15 days to deliver my item to my current address. I have a proof post right here → [CLICK ME #2]. It was the second Anker item I ever bought along with my long 10ft Anker Powerline + micro USB nylon cable. I still have that letter in my possession & I'm not planning to throw it out. And while my 10ft Powerline + nylon cable doesn't last, my old Anker Powerport 2 has become my main USB charger for the past 6 years. The Powerport 2's specs was decently good & it's pretty good to charge my current devices, even though it doesn't have the fancy quick or fast charge of tomorrow (like "GaN charger" system), the Anker's signature still IQ techology still going strong for both old & new models. Uh yeah, did I mention that they're flaws in my old Powerport 2? Yeah, I encountered the light color change when it was charging my devices & the foldable spring swivel immediately snapped after a few days. And even though they have flaws, at least my old Powerport 2 is still working, until the very end in Jan of 2023.

• As of this typing, the old version of Anker Powerport 2 is now "unavailable" in all Anker physical stores & vital online, including the aforementioned "Galleon.ph [CLICK ME! #3]" (both official & authorized shopping sites). Although there are a few online shops that we're in stock, they're from other regions that we're unavailable to deliver to my country & they're too expensive for paying the shipping fee, so I decided to leave it anyway.

• Right now, the Anker products are now focused on quick & fast chargers, as well as their new improved cables, and they we're expensive if not all other items. So, what will be my replacement for my old Powerport 2? Hmmm... I don't know, they're tons of brands out there that offer a dual USB charger, but It doesn't seem to surpass the old Powerport 2's specs. I would get this if I have enough cash [CLICK ME! #4], but I made second thoughts, so I'll keep searching.

• Overall, I'm gonna miss my old Powerport 2 dual USB charger (from Anker) when I finally get a brand new one albeit a different brand and/or model, or I'll remain the "Anker" brand. 6 years of usage, and it "decommissioned" in early 2023. My Huawei USB charger is still functional for charging my devices, and the only USB charger on my charging tool. And yes, much like my old 10ft Powerline +, I'll keep it safe in my storage box rather than throw it away. After all, I don't waste any old gadgets & related stuff, you know.

• Right, you two? My paper dolls approves, while they're very sad at the same time. Yeah, I feel you, my beloved paper dolls. *sigh* 🥀😢😟😔 Let's be strong together. 💪

Well, that's the end of my topic.

If you haven't seen my previous topic, then I'll provide some links down below. ↓😉

My UGREEN Multifunctional Card Reader USB 3.0:

• Unopened Parcel [Feb 10th, 2023]

• Part 1 [Feb 17th, 2023]

• Part 2 (Final) [Feb 17th, 2023]

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