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#Calendar 2018
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Lords of Chaos - Snowfight and a black Christmas - Door.10
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warning : fluff, alcohol drinking, throwing a snowball at a bird
The calendar
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Cold was nothing new in Norway, even the summers didn't seem unbearably warm. They were rather tepid and rainy. It was frustrating, depressing and damn heavy metal.
The group could hardly wait for the first snowflakes to fly over the land and the city to finally be bathed in white. Because you die faster in the cold, especially when your limbs are freezing and the group could stay at home.
At home where they could drink beer and play music so loudly that icicles broke down the window and even killed a squirrel. But it was the winter they all went outside for the first time.
The winter in which the Black Circle group got a new member. Their dark ruler, Lillith, who was also their Satan's daughter. The girlfriend of the band's founder, vocalist and Black Circle member.
She was the girlfriend of Euronymous, Dead and Faust, a relationship between the four of them that, although strange at first, had settled down between them all. ,,Come on now! It's snowing!" Shouted the young woman from the group who was already standing at the door. She looked at her loved ones as Dead matched the bright white colour of the snow.
The blonde was in no mood at all in the winter months, his mood seemed to sink even more. The black-haired band leader, on the other hand, didn't seem to identify with the cold and let his fingers glide over the guitar - he definitely had other problems.
Faust, on the other hand, seemed almost like a little child as he had already drunk a quarter of the mulled wine and was waiting for it to take effect.
,,Alright, but just for a moment, we still have to practise," the leader said and she gave him a hasty kiss before he pulled Faust and Dead along with him. The three of them stood outside in reasonably packed winter clothes and seemed to be either happy or hating it.
While Faust started to play with his love in the snow, trying to roll up some snow and throw birds in the trees. Euronymous, on the other hand, made a snowman that looked more like it would jump on children and kill them.
,,Aim a little higher, my death," she said to the blond as she was released by Faust, who gave her a slightly tipsy kiss. The mulled wine seemed to make its effect all the more pronounced in the cold.
Dead only gave a short nod and she rubbed his arms a little, he was even colder than usual and yet she knew he didn't mind. Not yet. ,,You see, it works," she said as he actually wiped out a bird that staggered dazedly and flew away.
She saw the hint of a smile on his lips and she gave him a kiss on the head. She knew that beneath his snow-white, ice-cold skin, the blush on his cheeks was flushing. Going to Euronymous with a snowball, she lightly threw it at him. She saw how he smirked and yet looked at his work.
The snowman looked like Satan and the sticks that represented the horns made her laugh. ,,Really creative, my love," she said, leaning against him and feeling his kiss on her cheek. Watching her favourite people in winter, she knew it was working. That she would make this Christmas a black metal one. Including trashy Christmas love for her three boyfriends.
But the three of them knew when Faust started talking to the snowman that he had definitely had enough snow, alcohol and winter. Instead, Dead and Euronymous took the brown-haired man between them and their love opened the door for the three of them before heading towards the kitchen.
She decided to make four hot chocolates before she gathered marshmallows from the cupboard and sat down on the couch with her beloved.
They all snuggled together under several warm blankets as they flicked through the flickering TV and savoured their hot chocolate. The Black Metal winter was a complete success after all.
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theterrorpinup · 9 days
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Hello friends!! Hope you're having a fabulous 2024 and are enjoying your calendars 🥰
The big news is…
We've made our big donation to Kitikmeot Heritage Society, and it is a whopping $1000 CAD!!!
That's £580 GBP, €680 EUR, $725 USD!!!!!!
Hugest of thanks to our fab contributors, both artists & writers, as well as our lovely mods, whose hard work made the calendar possible.
And many thanks to everyone who bought the calendar, making it possible to donate such a brilliant amount to Kitikmeot Heritage Society 💙💙
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brin-bellway · 3 months
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Ooh! Brin!
Is your fiction anywhere we can read it?
Or is it only secret, and private?
The current one is semi-private, but most of my fiction is publicly available at the Glowfic Constellation (a roleplay/collaborative-writing site: some rat-Tumblrites may recognise it as "that format planecrash / Project Lawful was written in").
Glowfic is an infamously high-context medium and needs a certain amount of tolerance for reading things without having read their prerequisites, but you can get a head start on understanding the background context relevant to my stuff by reading How to Read Glowfic and the glowfic wiki page on medianworlds (people who understood the phrase "the format planecrash was written in" may recognise this as the relationship Keltham's homeworld has to Eliezer Yudkowsky).
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alphamecha-mkii · 1 year
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Star Trek: Ships of the Line 2018 - January - USS Enterprise by Mark Myers
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orbmanson7 · 9 months
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Calendar for the ask game?
Writing Logan angst ficlets based on words or phrases sent in to my ask box!
(this one went long, too, so it's under a read more)
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Slowly, steadily, meticulous as ever, Logan added another item to the calendar, filling in more of the remaining white space that peeked out from behind blue and red and purple and yellow and green marker littering nearly every inch of the board.
The calendar kept track of everything for Thomas, both in his world and in his mindscape, anything planned in advance, anything new and unpredicted, it was all there.
The calendar had long since remained erasable at a moment's notice due to the more uncertain nature of Thomas' life, making it easier to change and rearrange as he needed.
Keeping track of the steady and the nuance had become Logan's one saving grace, considering he no longer engaged in most of the events listed upon it.
Unless summoned for a specific question or task, he simply remained in his room, waiting.
He stayed occupied by rearranging Thomas' schedule with every slightest new addition, keeping him sharp and aware. Still part of the process, but only as though peering into it from behind glass, unable to interact.
Unable wasn't the right word, though, as he'd chosen this.
Logan knew he was best used in this way, out of the way until made necessary.
Ah, a new plan was being made for the end of the month. Time to grab a yellow marker and get to work.
He pulled the yellow marker from the small tray across the bottom of the board, always set third-furthest to the right. The other markers remained in their place, placed in order by their frequency of use. A stark light blue, a deep red, a vibrant purple, a calming yellow, a unusual lime green, and, of course, a boring dark blue.
That dark blue marker had been left unused for the past month, but it was still there, waiting ever diligently at the far edge of the tray for the moment it would be picked up again, for the moment it would be needed. It was still there. It hadn't been forgotten.
Uncapping the yellow marker, he angled his arm to best write in the new listing. In his attempt to squeeze in the newest change to the final week's plans, he felt more than heard a marker pushed out of its tiny resting tray before it fell to the ground with the quietest clatter.
He looked down.
The dark blue marker.
He couldn't help but stare down at it.
His mind wanted to make understanding of such a random occurrence, bring meaning to something that hasn't happened before, but knew better than to try.
He set the yellow marker back in its position, right in its place as usual.
He stared back down at the fallen marker and bent down to pick it up, only for the dark blue cap on the marker to fall off as he did. It must have been loosened by the fall, no doubt.
He swallowed, reached for the runaway cap, and put it back in its place.
Everything would be fine. He just needed to put it back where it belonged.
He straightened up and went to set the dark blue marker in its place at the right edge of the tray, but as he did, he noticed the marker sticking out from the tray, not enough space for it to sit comfortably.
Confused, he checked the remaining markers, but they were all in their place properly.
Ah, another change to tomorrow's plans. Virgil wanted Thomas to wait on something before doing it.
He went to pick up the purple marker, only for it to jostle and move the dark blue marker. Logan watched as it tipped dangerously on the edge before falling to the floor yet again.
Was this meant to be a regular occurrence now?
He ignored it for the time being and erased the old plan on the board for that day, then wrote in the new plan for tomorrow, the purple marker filling in the rest of that day's space.
He replaced the cap and set the purple marker back in its place.
He looked down at the dark blue marker on the floor, bent down to pick it up again, and went to set it back in its place. Somehow, impossibly, it tread even further over the edge, as though there was even less space remaining than last time.
He frowned, checking over the other markers and the calendar as a whole. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing seemed changed. But then why was there not enough space left for the last marker?
Before he could turn and grab a ruler out of his desk to check and be sure, another change of plans filtered in.
With an irritated sigh, he picked up the red marker and got to work. He'd have to erase nearly everything from today's docket and replace it with four new items from Roman. At least it wasn't that unexpected of a change, considering this happened far more frequently lately.
Oh, and he'd have to be sure to alter one of Roman's later plans for the weekend, too, while he was at it.
It wasn't until he moved to erase an item from the Saturday slot that he noticed the dark blue marker missing from its spot on the end of the board's tray.
He looked down and there it was, having fallen again, but this time so silently, Logan hadn't even noticed it.
He finished his entry on the board and put the red marker back before retrieving the dark blue again.
He hesitated as he went to set it down. Would there be enough room?
As he tried to place it, he could see more than half of the marker simply stuck out from the tray. The moment he let go, it instantly fell again.
He'd have to find a new place for it.
He picked it up again, only to see that the cap had come off again. He glanced around but couldn't seem to locate it.
Surely it had to be somewhere?
He continued to look around, but no dark blue cap had shown itself.
He stared down at the dark blue marker in his hand. What use could there be for a marker like this? It would dry out within the day, all its ink welling back up inside, unusable.
Even when the rare time came to use it, it wouldn't work anyway.
He wanted to keep looking for the lid, to hope it could be salvaged but then what was the point? There didn't seem to even be room for it anymore.
It might just be best to throw it away now, it was practically already useless, right?
And there's another change of plans, something new for tonight from Patton.
Reluctantly, Logan stared down at the dark blue marker before setting it carefully into the trash bin by his desk. Maybe if he found the cap later, it could still be salvaged.
But he had more important matters to attend to for now.
He walked back over to the calendar, picked up the light blue marker, and got to work.
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bugflies00 · 8 months
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yknow whats wild to me is like. ok so we're like "woagh its wild its been a year since cwilbur finale i cant believe it" i get it but then theres people who are like . Genuinely surprised and didnt know? like thats wild to me not in a /neg way at all im just genuinely curious do you guys not spend hours at night thinking of like . Dates and time. and calculating how much time was between x and x. at any given time i know what anniversary is coming up or how old x person was when x happened . Am i just weird
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ame-in-the-rain · 2 months
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thanks to these assholes for permanently rearranging my brain chemicals as a wee lass
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lairn · 3 months
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I’m enjoying piranesi so far
why this wizard have a smart phone?
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muirneach · 4 months
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eee look at my new calendarssss i’m so excited
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feraltwinkseb · 1 year
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 September 28, 2018 - Sochi, Russia Source: Zak Mauger\Formula 1 via Getty Images
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helyannis · 1 year
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Vendémiaire
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hellohaters · 1 year
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Tim Walker / Pirelli calendar, 2018
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theterrorpinup · 2 years
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Attention crew! Our website is now OPEN for pre-orders of our amazing pin-up calendar and merch!
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swiftracer13 · 9 months
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This one is the official 2018 slim calendar. I don't know, but it seems like the slim ones aren't that well known for some reasons and unfortunately since a few years there aren't slim calendars anymore. I always liked them because they had those rings to hang them up, so it was possible to hang them onto the wall without risking the calender getting slightly damaged around the hole.
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adamcadre · 1 year
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~2100 words
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heeracha · 1 year
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biggest pet peeve: getting calendars from store yet not throwing the 2018 calendar still hanging by the door 😭
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