#Candy Ann Brown

[fitsofgloom]

Prayer of The Roller Girls

#roller girls #marilyn tokuda #candy ann brown #marcy hanson #rhonda bates #joanna cassidy #rollerskates #roller derby #sitcom #70s tv series #abc #1978

[howardhawkshollywoodannex]

John Singleton and the cast of Baby Boy (2001). This is John's third honorable mention, after Boyz n the Hood and Rosewood. John died of a stroke at the age of 51 in 2019.

#snoop dogg #tyrese gibson #taraji p henson #john singleton #omar gooding #tamara bass #candy ann brown #baby boy

[blackbeautiesglobal]

Anne Moore

#anne moore #blackisbeautiful #blackbeautiesglobal #ebony women #eye candy #fine ass women #influencer #brown skin #ig model #curvy girls #ebonycurves

[janeeyreofmanderley]

#Just random! #jane austen #samwise gamgee #merry and pippin #John Seward #Richard Sharpe #doctor watson #much ado about nothing #hector barbossa

[birdietrait]

OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

with miss winifred conway herself <3 ty for tagging me @rottengurlz!!

ANIMAL: deer !!

COLORS: dark green, blush pink

MONTH: january or february

SONGS: i know the end - phoebe bridgers, forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker, blues run the game - jackson c. frank

NUMBER: 7 or 12

PLANTS: dried daisies and queen anne's lace

SMELLS: books, honey, earth

GEMSTONE: bayldonite

TIME OF DAY: 7am

SEASON: late winter / early spring

PLACES: deep in a forest, a bed tucked in a corner, a rocky creek

FOOD: bichon au citron

DRINKS: peach lemonade, green tea w lemon + honey

ELEMENT: earth

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: cancer (even though she's an aquarius)

SEASONINGS: saffron

SKY: golden hour, sunset

WEATHER: chilly + light rain

MAGICAL POWER: clairvoyance

WEAPONS: fingernails

SOCIAL MEDIA: .....pinterest

MAKEUP PRODUCT: brown mascara

CANDY: tootsie roll

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking + hitchhiking

ART STYLE: pointillism

FEAR: fear of the unknown, fear of drowning, fear of death

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: ceryneian hind

PIECE OF STATIONARY: crumpled paper from a sketchbook

THREE EMOJIS: 🦷🪡🍂💽🪟 (couldn’t pick just 3)

CELESTIAL BODY: the moon

#oc.winnie #tag game #ty again for tagging me!! this was a lot of fun <33 #btw anyone who wants to do this just say i tagged you !!!!!!

[eldritch-nightmare]

what do you think each creep’s fav colour is?

- 🌙

pulled out some hex codes for this one gamers.

okay okay uh.

slender - gainsboro (#DADADA)

jeff the killer - silver foil (#AFAFAF)

laughing jack - dark gunmetal (#202826)

jane the killer - vampire black (#090909)

eyeless jack - dark imperial blue (#091074)

x virus - dark moss green (#495D19)

nina the killer - deep fuchsia (#CE5BBC)

the bloody painter - blood red (#650000)

homicidal liu - vivid malachite (#00C312)

sully - moonstone blue (#67C1BA)

sally - fuzzy wuzzy (#C1676E)

ben - electric green (#10DA00)

lazari - pastel yellow (#FCFF92)

jason the toymaker - rose red (#C11259)

toby - mughal green (#375D2B)

clockwork - royal brown (#5D2D34)

laughing jill - jacarta (#45325D)

candy pop - vivid cerulean (#00A9DA)

the doll maker - eminence (#6C2189)

dr smiley - rosso corsa (#D30000) or bright grey (#ECECEC)

nurse ann - rose taupe (#895D5D)

the puppeteer - outer space (#494949)

emra - sky magenta (#C174AD)

nathan - pistachio (#97C15F)

zalgo - crimson red (#950000)

hobo heart - zomp (#429595)

zero - dark charcoal (#2F2F2F)

kagekao - black (#000000) or white (#FFFFFF)

marble hornets characters.

jay - seal brown (#622700)

tim - dark goldenrod (#B77F00)

jessica - medium sea green (#43B770)

alex - rosy brown (#B79191)

brian - maximum green yellow (#E5E458)

and fuck it the operator - eucalyptus (#3CE59B)

i think that's everyone??

#🌙 anon #archived mind of v: thoughts and opinions. #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #slenderman #jeff the killer #laughing jack #jane the killer #eyeless jack #x virus #nina the killer #the bloody painter #homicidal liu #sully #sally #ben drowned #lazari #jason the toymaker #ticci toby #clockwork #laughing jill #candy pop #the doll maker #dr smiley #nurse ann #the puppeteer #emra #nathan the nobody #zalgo #hobo heart

[lyralit]

[ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ

[under the break bc this is really long]

red

lipstick

cherry

blood

crimson

scarlet

brick

vermilion

cardinal

wine

beetroot

lobster

mercury / mars

apple

maroon

ruby

claret

rosy

poppy

blushing

watermelon

strawberry

grapefruit

anne

orange

peach

tangerine

auburn

ginger

fire

fox

amber

gold / golden

tawny

burnt

venus

cantaloupe

carrot

pumpkin

Titian

yam

tiger

marmalade

pepper

rust

butterfly

fall

apricot

squash

clay

yellow

sunny

sand

butter

syrup

medallion

golden

bee

honey

daffodil

sunflower

buttercup

sandstone

corn

lemon

yolk

dandelion

taxi

saturn

sunset

pencil

banana

pineapple

duck

schoolbus

potato

green

grass

spring

herb

juniper

chartreuse

clover

lucky

leprechaun

seaweed

pickle

leafro

earth

pistachio

basil

emerald

alligator

army

aloe

jade

olive

matcha

lime

blue

sky

ocean

crest

navy

cadet

aqua

blueberry

butterfly

robin's egg

lapis

flame

peppermint

jay

lavender

corn

wheat

cobalt

slate

denim

peacock

arctic

sapphire

purple

mountain

dawn

heather

violet

grape

eggplant

amethyst

cheshire

crocus

bruise

blackberry

ube

lavender

grape

plum

lilac

periwinkle

black currant

iris

orchid

beet

pink

blush

flamingo

guava

rose

peony

cherry blossom

salmon

lemonade

bubblegum

lotus

pig

cotton candy

punch

coral

hot pink

pink panther

rose quartz

blobfish

dragon fruit rind

rhubarb

lipgloss

[bonus: shades]

black

panther

night

pitch

onyx

jet black

coal

penguin

suit

cat

obsidian

zebra

diamond

raven

bat

magnet

oil

ebony

ants

black pearls

plum

squid ink

truffle

shadow

grey

cloud

dust

rocks

silver

smoke

ash

graphite

dolphin

iron

basalt

titanium

tin

dove

pigeon

slate

scales

smoke

flint

steel

white

marble

pearls

dove

linen

snow

porcelain

alabaster

ivory

cloud

bone

rice

foam

whipped cream

lace

eggs

lily

coconut

milk

zebra

polar

cream

brown

chocolate

cocoa

rabbit

bear

squirrel

bark

chestnuts

cinnamon

coconut

teddy bear

violin

caramel

coffee

cydney's backyard fence

mocha

penny

walnut

gingerbread

paper bags

acorns

mud

courtesy of @cydthesciencekid

#in the end it's mostly listing things that are those colours haha #also half of these are names #colours #writerblr #lyralit #creative writing #writers #writing #writblr #writers block #writing ideas #rainbow colours #colour spectrum #drawing reference #writing reference #colour dictionary #colour

[gothicgender]

Navigation🕸

Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Hannah

Luna x Rolf

George x Angelina

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

[alwayschasingrainbows]

Hi, @alwayschasingrainbows. There's something I'm curious about. We know the moment when Anne realized she loved Gilbert. But we didn't see the moment when Gilbert realized he loved Anne. Have you ever thought about this? When and how do you think he noticed?

Hi! Thank you for your lovely question, dear @pinkenamelheart!

Of course, Gilbert told Anne "I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.” But loving - and realizing that we love - are two entirely different things.

I think that Gilbert was charmed by Anne from the first moment he saw her. There was definitely something about her that caught his attention; perhaps it was her large, gray-green eyes that revealed her extraordinary character and intellect? He had certainly shown more interest in her than in the other girls, from the very beginning. Immediately after the unfortunate incident at school, during which he called Anne "Carrots", he tried to apologize to her and gain her sympathy. He gave her a candy heart, and later - an apple (both gifts were of course refused).

I think that over time this fascination turned into admiration as he saw how intelligent and persistent Anne was. He probably watched her from a distance, noticing how she blossomed and transformed from a child into a graceful and charming young girl. After Anne dyed her hair and had to cut it, he noticed that it had become darker. I think he realized how much he liked Anne when she again rejected his offers of friendship, when he rescued her from a sinking boat (or rather; from a slippery old pile).

Later, he was reciting a poem during a concert and when he got to the line: "There’s Another, not a sister,’ he looked straight at Anne. He was probably already aware of his infatuation.

I think Gilbert knew from the very beginning that Anne touched his heart in a way no one had ever touched before.

If I had to pinpoint a specific moment when Gilbert realized he had fallen in love with Anne, I would say it was when he first saw her in the brown glorria dress Matthew had given her. Anne outdid herself with her recitation talent and looked exceptionally charming.

After the show was over, Diana told Anne: "When you ran off the platform after the fairy dialogue one of your roses fell out of your hair. I saw Gil pick it up and put it in his breast pocket." It seems to me that this gesture clearly indicates that Gilbert fell head over heels in love with Anne.

Although I think he may have realized this earlier, and the process was gradual.

Thank you for your question! <3

#lm montgomery #anne of green gables #Shirbert #Anne Shirley #Gilbert Blythe

[peregrination-studies]

24 books in 2024

It is 2024, and I am here yet again with my bookish hopes and dreams!

I did this challenge last year (available here), and in 2022 (available here), and I'm STOKED to do it again this year! As is my way, I have been planning and revising this list for some time. My Goodreads overfloweth with ideas.

As always, if you have book recs, please send them my way! And, if you're participating in the challenge this year, I'd love to see your lists!

Without further ado, I gladly present to you my 24 in '24 book list:

Sci-Fi and Just for Fun :)

1) Randomize by Andy Weir (read April 2024)

2) Next by Michael Crichton

3) Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick (read April 2024)

4) With a Little Luck by Marissa Meyer (read February 2024)

Environmental Science/Ecology/Books Relevant to my Studies

5) Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth by Buckminster Fuller

6) Must Love Trees: An Unconventional Guide by Tobin Mitnick

7) Scientifically Historica: How the World’s Great Science Books Chart the History of Knowledge by Brian Clegg

8) Letters to a Young Scientist by Edward O. Wilson

Reading Around the World

9) The Eighth Continent: Life, Death and Discovery in the Lost World of Madagascar by Peter Tyson (Madagascar)

10) Everything is Wonderful: Memories of a Collective Farm in Estonia by Sigrid Rausing (Estonia)

11) Willoughbyland: England’s Lost Colony by Matthew Parker (Suriname)

12) A General Theory of Oblivion by José Eduardo Agualusa and Daniel Hahn (Translator) (Angola)

Rory Gilmore Reading Challenge/Classics

13) The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (read April 2024)

14) The Second Sex by Simone De Beauvoir, H.M. Parables (Translator and Editor), and Deirdre Bair (Introduction)

15) Gidget by Frederick Kohner

16) Bel Canto by Ann Patchett

Recommended by Friends

17) Meditations by Marcus Aurelius (recommended by @hedonism-tattoo and many, many others)

18) Howl’s Moving Castle by Diane Wynne Jones (also recommended by many people now. @permanentreverie posted about it recently tho, and that was what really made me decide to include it on this list!) (read April 2024)

19) Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson (recommended by @daydreaming-optimist ) (read April 2024)

20) The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux (recommended by @kaillakit)

Eco-Psychology

21) Ecopsychology by Lester R. Brown

22) Against Purity: Living Ethically in Compromised Times by Alexis Shotwell (read April 2024)

23) Radical Ecopsychology: Psychology in the Service of Life by Andy Fisher and David Abram (foreword)

24) Sight and Sensibility: the Ecopsychology of Perception by Laura Sewall

Bonus

25) Bride by Ali Hazelwood (read February 2024)

26) Open Heart Surgery by Johanna Leo (read March 2024)

27) A Short History of the World in 50 Books by Daniel Smith

28) Candy Hearts by Tommy Siegel (read February 2024)

No pressure tagging: @daydreaming-optimist @kaillakit @permanentreverie @noa-the-physicist @silhouette-of-sarah @captaindelilahbard @senatorhotcheeto @the-bibliophiles-bookshelf @skyekg @of-the-elves @obesecamels @courageisneverforgotten @willowstea @its-me-satine @deirdrerose @notetaeker @theskittlemuffin and anyone else who wants to do this!

#I'm a bit late to posting this #as it is now [checks calendar] MID FEBRUARY? WHAT? #but here it is anyway! #24 books in 2024 #studyblr #bookblr #book lists #book recs #books #24/24 list #friends #mutuals #grace speaks #reading challenge #book challenges #studyspo #light academia #reading #dark academia #studyinspo #studyspiration #book recommendations

[werewolfsister]

THE ULTIMATE OCTOBER BUCKET LIST

Just in case you’re looking for something to do this spooky season, look no further! Please submit suggestions and additions if you have them 🎃

SEPTEMBER 1ST

Begin reading A Night in the Lonesome October, by Roger Zelazney

Choose an Inktober Challenge

OCTOBER 1st-31st

Put together a scary playlist, or check out a pre-made one! ( https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKkteYcz3WqtSTWxrid5ioJMJGLZGsZnj&feature=shared )

Go to a haunted house

Have a festive fall drink—pumpkin spice latte, Halloween-inspired cocktail, apple cider?

Watch a scary movie—like Get Out, Psycho, or Hereditary

Watch a Halloween special— like It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

Go to a Halloween/scary movie trivia night

Order a Halloween or fall themed mystery/subscription box

Bake Halloween cookies

Go on a ghost tour

Attend a dumb dinner

Buy your Halloween décor

Decorate the house

Compete in a costume contest

Buy Halloween candy

Pick your pumpkins

Carve your pumpkins

Burn a campfire

Tell scary stories

Read some scary stories—like H.P. Lovecraft, Steven King, or Anne Rice

Get lost in a corn maze

Visit a graveyard

Go apple picking

Visit a fall festival

Send old-timey Halloween postcards

Go on a hayride

Do a pumpkin-head photoshoot

Visit a Halloween attraction or theme park—like Halloweentown, OR; or Disneyland, CA

Take a walk to crunch fall leaves

Drive through town and play Halloween decoration bingo

Attend Oktoberfest

Listen to a horror podcast— like The Magnus Archives or Sherlock Holmes Radio Mysteries

Watch a spooky play—like the Rocky Horror Picture Show or Little Shop of Horrors

Watch some haunting cartoons—like Spooky Month or Villainous (Villanos)

Giant pumpkin regatta/race

Go to some Museum/Zoo Halloween events

Stay overnight in a haunted hotel—like the Skirvin Hotel, OK; or the Overlook Hotel, OR

Get the latest Pokemon Trick or Trade Halloween card packs

Visit a Hot Topic or other ghoulish store

Go ghost hunting

Vote in Katmai National Park’s Fat Bear Week! ( https://explore.org/fat-bear-week )

Go on a costumed bar crawl

Play a scary videogame—like Cry of Fear or Resident Evil

Play a scary boardgame—like the JAWS boardgame, Shaky Manor, or Betrayal at House on the Hill

Take a (respectful!) tombstone rubbing

Draw for Inktober

Do an old-timey lover’s Halloween premonition

Visit a creepy museum exhibit—like the Museum of Death, CA; or the Jack the Ripper Museum, London

Get a tarot reading or some palmistry

Attend a séance

Try out a Zombie Run or Zombies vs Humans

Enjoy Samhain traditions

Visit a spooky person’s grave—like Lovecraft’s in Providence, RI; or the Paris Catacombs, Paris

Go on a nighttime nature walk and spot some creepy critters—maybe an owl!

Do some history of Halloween research

Make fall themed crafts

Go on a labyrinth walk

Dress up your pets for a photoshoot or a pet parade

Play a trick on someone

Trick or treat!

Hand out candy!

NOVEMBER 1ST- 3RD

Halloween decorations clean up!

Eat your candy!

Celebrate Dias de los Muertos

Do some calavera painting

Put up an Ofrenda/altar

Enjoy a little ancestor remembrance

Walk in a Dias de los Muertos parade

Put up marigolds and other décor

Go to a church service

If you’re crazy, start putting up the Christmas decorations <.< (we all know you gotta wait until at least Thanksgiving!!!)

#Halloween #Halloween bucket list #October #October bucket list #October activities #Halloween activities #this isn’t what I usually post #but I hope it helps someone have the SPOOKIEST HALLOWEEN EVER!

[padawan-historian]

How do the memories and magic of children disrupt and upRoot the histories we tell ourselves? How do children navigate spaces of oppression and liberation? How do they find joy and hope in places that were not created for them to exist? They live.

(1) Portrait of two young Jackson girls in wrinkled, informal wear. Potentially the descendants of emancipated Virginian Bethany Veney, who authored a narrative of her life in slavery and went on to own three houses in Worcester's Beaver Brook neighborhood (1900)

(2) Three sister dressed in matching outfits (and shoes). The center girl holds a favorite object close, perhaps a record album (1926)

(3) Florence Jones (in white dress with large bow) and a friend swing on a family hammock in Lincoln, Nebraska (1915-1920)

(4) Students at the Harry Prampin School Recital in Harlem (1927)

(5) Washington, D.C. Young boy standing in the doorway of his home on Seaton Road in the northwest section. His leg was cut off by a streetcar while he was playing in the street (1942)

(6) A girl and her dog pose in a New York studio (1921)

(7) Ho-Chunk cousins Carrie Elksit (ENooKah) and Annie Lowe Lincoln (Red Bird) wearing elaborate beaded necklaces and earrings. Carrie (left) was the afroindigenous daughter of Lucie Elk, while Annie (right), was the daughter of King of Thunder in Black River Valley (1940)

(8) Ms. Ruby dons her Pullman maid’s uniform and and poses next to a young girl in Stafford County, Virginia (1904-1918)

(9) Eileen Buckner poses with her grandfather Anthony T. Buckner, who was born enslaved and would go on to be one the most respected merchants in the Charlottesville. Eileen's father, George W. Buckner, would go on to write the New Negro manifesto in 1921

(10) A girl smiles wide as she milks a cow (1934–1956)

(11) A young child plays the phonograph in his family cabin located at the Transylvania Project in Louisiana (1939)

(12) Two brown skinned girls pose in matching dresses near the center of their classroom picture in front of Lincoln High School, Nebraska (around 1919)

(13)  A young sharecropper lays out on his attic bed in New Madrid County, Missouri (1938)

(14) Chris Easterling (left) and George Mashatt learn how to signal when they want the bus to stop in Ann Arbor (June 1975)

(15) A little girl watches the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade with her family in New York (1946)

(16) Little ballerinas dance at the Frederick Douglass housing project located in Anacostia, D.C. (1942)

(17) Integrated summer activities at Camp Nathan Hale in Southfields, New York where children learned different skills, like first aid, under the guidance of the Methodist Camp Service (1943)

(18) A young girl smiles at her feline friend; notice the ribbon on the cat's neck (1925)

(19) Children stand in a line to pose during their candy eating competition W.E.B. DuBois' Brownies Book

Sources: Worcester Art Museum, James Van Der Zee Collection, Library of Congress, Harris & Ewing, Leslie Jones Collection, Boston Public Library, National Museum of African American History and Culture

#for my afrofolio of period dramas #protect black children #our history is your history

[egipci]

Bourbon Street Parade

They drove down to New Orleans looking to buy some hex bags from an old connection, but they were out of luck. A little girl, no older than eight years old, appeared in front of the door wearing green fairy wings, in her hand a magic wand with curly plastic ribbons coming out the end of it. She ran the ribbons through her fingers and looped them around and made a motion as if snipping them and craned her neck back and said Old Al was dead forever. Dad rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palm, his mouth down-turned, his jaw clenched. She stretched her arm out and pointed her wand towards the river. She said you better look for some other guy but watch out for all the phonies.

Thanks, Dean said, and held out his family-size bag of tootsie rolls. She shook her head. He wagged his eyebrows and rattled the bag like, you sure? This is the good stuff. Two for five at the gas station this morning but he was already down to a third of a bag and this made him feel very generous. Again she shook her head. He made a show of unwrapping a candy and throwing it into his mouth. She gave him a disgusted look and took off.

O-kay, he said. He scraped the taffy coating his teeth with a fingernail, struggled some to get out what was stuck between them while he thought carefully about touching Dad’s elbow or offering some other comfort. He swallowed, fake-chocolate taste thick at the back of his throat, and looked at his dad and Dad sighed and slapped his shoulder and said let’s go and started walking down Conti, leaving the car behind, always knowing what to do, walking fast like he did in huge strides that you had to jog a little to keep up with him for five, six blocks, past blow-up ghosts in front of homes covered in mesh cobwebs and kids inside them screaming, the street narrowing in, the sidewalks getting busier. Out of nowhere Dad crossed the street and there was a beep and Dean waved his hand at the guy behind the wheel and there were startled angry apologetic looks exchanged and Dean turned again looking for his father and caught sight of his turning left on Bourbon and called out after him and rounded the corner, his hand on his dead phone heavy and useless in his pocket, his eyes trained on Dad’s shoulders, so far behind him now and between them fat Batman in gray suit and hard plastic cowl, Michael Jackson who couldn’t moonwalk, Dolly Parton with foam tits and cowboy hat, chick waddling in mermaid tail, sexy nurse, squad of stormtroopers, preacher raging into a microphone, Ghostface, Black guy in a shoulder-length brown wig and beige-colored bathrobe, three little kids drumming on upside-down buckets, vampire with plastic fangs and red running down her chin and down her neck and her sternum artfully between her boobs, innumerable sweaty costumeless midwestern couples drinking liquor in plastic cups, murder victim with axe sticking out his head, scarecrow, Neo in leather duster, sorority girls in heels, fun-loving gay dudes, Pennywise and closely-related generic clown, a second and third Ghostface, beer sweetness in the air and gumbo and a big manly hand on his ass squeezing and Eagles cover band singing the full moon is calling the fever is high and the — corner of St. Ann where Dad turned right and disappeared into one of the courtyards or up into the rare green aurora flashing over the Mississippi a hundred yards away with its sewage smell, leaving Dean forever with his candy and choices to make like does he go back where he came from or does he walk miles up and down Decatur for the ghosts to watch and laugh from their balconies or does he ask for a phone to please call my dad and even worse than that the humiliation of asking where are you where should I meet you why would you leave like that should I go back to the car?

But then he heard the shouting. A large-sounding, murderous-sounding man was cursing insanely. His voice echoed and spilled out into the street. Dean pushed in a narrow metal gate that led into a poorly-lit path that led into a creole courtyard just as Dad turned the corner on his way out and said found you and just as Dad turned the corner Dean made some embarrassing girlish sound and threw himself back against the wall, gasping wildly, his heart rabbiting, hopped up on high-fructose corn syrup, threatening to bust out through his ribs. Pressed his hand to his chest to keep it in place. Whatever misery Dad saw on his face made him grin wide and sharp. Across from Dean he leaned against the wall. Only three feet between them now. But Dad tugged on his jacket, pulled him closer. Dean tripped over his feet, into Dad's chest, held on to Dad's arms for balance. Dad said, Here you go, laughing. He held a cloth pouch in his hand, tried to fit it in Dean’s right pocket but found it full of candy wrappers. He tsked as they fell soundlessly to the ground and said, gonna make yourself sick bud, slow and deep and pitying, teasing, hot in that eye-prickling way. He pulled Dean’s jacket open and left the pouch and its mysteries inside the inner pocket then his hand on Dean’s chest.

I was right behind you, Dean said, belly swirling with taffy and four whole months since he’d last had Dad’s hands on him.

I know, dude.

I found you.

I know, Dad said, huge careful hands cradling Dean’s skull. He said hey come here, and his hot open mouth was on Dean’s skin and his beard scratching and his teeth and he tilted Dean’s face up finally and then there was nothing for it. Dean closed his eyes.

#my fic #john/dean #ughh is it fixed now #who knows #trying to get back to at least one story a month so whatever #happy halloween #all treats no tricks over here

[noelcollection]

Gothic Literature

As All Hallow’s Eve approaches with much anticipation of costumes, candies, and candles; we are reminded of strange tales that float from ear to ear as the sun sets earlier and the moon rises sooner. Some of the most popular works of literature created the genre of gothic literature, Stoker's Dracula, Shelly’s Frankenstein, and Walpole’s Castle of Otranto.

Horace Walpole’s novel The Castle of Otranto: A Gothic Story, first published in 1764, is considered to be the first gothic work in literature. The mention of gothic literature brings up images of foggy moors, castle ruins, dark romances, and flocks of black birds. This is due to the major contributors of the gothic literary canon from the early Victorian period from both the United Kingdom and America; Charles Dickens, the Bronte sisters, Edgar Allen Poe, and Nathaniel Hawthorne. The gothic literary canon has continued to expand with the works of Bram Stoker, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Annie Rice. There is a modern gothic canon that houses authors such as Stephen King, Anne Rice, and Dame Daphne du Maruier. Beyond the illustrations of vampires, night sisters, and dangerous tinctures, what creates a gothic novel? 

There are three main elements that are needed for a gothic novel: an environment of fear, supernatural events, and an intrusion of the past on the present. This differs from traditional fairy tales because the main theme is the present being haunted by the past or past event. The character’s environment contains physical reminders of the past by utilizing dark but picturesque scenery with melodramatic narratives. The central environment can be castle ruins, ancient houses, or encircling forests which all contain some terrible secret. An example of this is Poe’s short story “Fall of the House of Usher.” There are several earlier novels that set the foundation for early gothic literature that were published in the late 1700s. The featured novel The Castle of Otranto by Walpole in 1764; along with other works like Ann Radcliffe’s Mysteries of Udolpho, (1794), Matthew Lewis’s The Monk (1796), and Charles Brockden Brown’s American tale Wieland (1798). In the case of Walpole’s novel which is considered to be the first gothic novel, the subtitle “a Gothic story” was applied to the second edition.

This is likely due to the setting of the novel being in a haunted castle which is said to be inspired by a nightmare that Walpole had while sleeping in his own gothic revival style home, called Strawberry Hill House, in London. Horace Walople was taken with medieval history. The novel itself deals with a castle lord named Manfred and his family and opens with an ominous wedding. The sickly son of Manfred, Conrad is meant to be marrying princess Isabella but is crushed to death by a large helmet that falls from above him. This event is tied to an ancient prophecy:

“that the castle and lordship of Otranto should pass from the present family, whenever the real owner should be grown too large to inhabit it”

The story follows through a series of events that feels reminiscence of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, as Manfred attempts to leave his current wife for his son’s betrothed is fear that the prophecy means the end of his family’s line. The full prophecy comes to play out when Manfred mistakenly kills his daughter, Matilda, and a giant ghostly apparition appears to announce that the prophecy has been fulfilled after Matilda’s death and the former peasant Theodore is revealed to be the true prince of Otranto. Manfred repents for his actions and retires to religion alongside his wife, Hippolita.

While much of the story is dramatic, it was well received after its original publication. The portions being featured from the 1800’s edition of Walpole novel with the full title: The Castle of Otranto, A Story. Translated by William Marshal, Gent. From the Original Italian of Onuphrio Muralto, Canon of the Church of St. Nicholas at Otranto. The title was meant to give the reader’s the impression that the story was much older by seeming that it was found manuscript written in Naples in 1529, to better enforce this notion Walpole chose an archaic style of writing for the novel. The edition in the James Smith Noel Collection also has a frontispiece which is featured with this post.

Walpole, H. (1800). Jeffery's edition of the Castle of Otranto: A Gothic story. Jeffery. https://bit.ly/3rMxwNw

#rarebooks #special collections #gothic literature #october

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Family

The skies of Meridian were crisp and gentle as the clouds form and shape around the sun and it's blue eyes, the trees are a lovely shade of light green and yellows as it transitions of summer to fall slowly but beautifully, carts and it's people selling candy goods and swapping tales galore of adventures of the kingdom and it's people. A large beast of scales flies pass the clouds with a mighty scream of a high pitch echoing off it's back.

On the back of the dragon rests a young pre-teen of Catherina-Anne "Weira" Vandom-Escanor, her red hair to her shoulders sway and curl in the harsh winds are her thin fingers touch a nearby cloud as a smile appears on her adorably cute face as her chocolate brown eyes shimmer and shine. Down bellow in the beautiful white stone castle covered in plants, a pre-teen boy with dark hair and a child boy of messy strawberry blond locks hurry down the halls in hushed words and steady feet, both dressed in garbs of brown trousers over their white leggings and golden and sapphire color themed tunics and covers. Their quick game of run was quickly ended when a women with fair hair done in two thick braids tied in some knots of jewels like her special crowns dressed in a grown of purples and blues with peacock feathers creating a halo around her neck and waist, her blue eyes fluttering in shock at the boys.

"Egon, Hunter, what are you doing? The event is starting soon." Said she as she examine the boys, soon she glanced around. "And where on all the universe is your sister?"

As if on que, the bell of a fire breathing scaly beast scaled pass the castle court yard in a fierce thick shadow with a roar and a girl's insane cackling laughter of a howl. Egon, the eldest of the two boys, stared ahead not dare looking at the woman as his voice, meek yet able to hear, say, "That wasn't her."

In the courtyard the dragon lands in the large water pool of a fountain and Catherina-Anne quickly slid down it's arched down wings, Lilly pads of the water grow and rise before her feet touch them and guide her to the safe of wetness ground. The girl didn't make it pass four steps away from the scene before she was met with the woman from before suddenly there with a curious yet knowing look on her face. "A-Aunty Elyon-" Said she with a mere shy giggle and awkward smile.

Catherina-Anne scoffs and rubs the waist of her grown as she walks along side her brothers. Her red hair tucked back and groomed in two buns within a bosses, her ears dangling silver and a special stone on each end of the hood's end, her body covered with bare shoulders of her floor length and honestly a lovely pale peach and orange sunset color with the sleeves at start puffed put then slim tighten by ribbon above the elbows and tie two lose bows on her wrists each, the gown laced and bordered with golden trim and designs to match the golden thin necklace wrapped around her neck.

"Relax my little dragon, this is just for tonight." Said to her left, there standing her father dress in a handsome shade of purple and dark wine reds, his beard grown to his cheeks in a well groomed and trimmed style as his hair that matches the fairness of his sister's is long and braided severely with golden hoops and jewels embedded into it like a weaving art project. To his left stands his wife, his fair angel in human skin, dressed in a dark black gown with some blues shining like lightning through a dark midnight sky as her red hair is done back long in a high bun with a lovely silver and gold clashed crown caress her top much like Phobos' reverse style of color and design's. Over the years she aged well like a fine fine wine as Phobos and everyone in Meridian and beyond can admit proudly, her beauty never once wavering and boring three wonderful children didn't stop the process one bit.

The prince took the hand of his wife and kisses the top of her palm, causing the lady to smile bashfully as if they were still dating in their youths.

Aaaaaaaaaand the final day is complete! I hope to do this again next year!

#phowillweek #phowill #phobos x will #will x phobos #phobos escanor #w.i.t.c.h phobos #prince phobos #will vandom #w.i.t.c.h will

[ultraviclence]

— VERA GAUTHIER , some say you’re a THIRTY-SIX year old lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both WILY and MANIPULATIVE, one can’t help but think of HOWLIN' FOR YOU by THE BLACK KEYS when you walk by. are you still a CFO for STONEAGE INDUSTRIES / ASSOCIATE for WHITE CROCODILES, even with your reputation as THE DECOY DAMSEL? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and INSOMNIA'S ACHE, THE BLUE MOON HIDDEN BEHIND A MELANCHOLY SKY, THE TEMPTINGLY UNAPPROACHABLE SILHOUETTE BECKONING YOU CLOSER although we can’t help but think of ODILE (BLACK SWAN) + KITTY COLLINS (THE KILLERS) + ALEX MUNDAY (CHARLIE'S ANGELS) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

STATS —

FULL NAME: vera celeste gauthier

NICKNAMES: v

DOB: april 1, 1987

AGE: thirty-six

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her

AFFILIATION: white crocodiles, associate

OCCUPATION: CFO, stoneage industries

EDUCATION: BA, economics (stanford, university); MA, economics (columbia university)

LANGUAGES: english, some french

VISUALS —

FC: anne hathaway

HEIGHT: 173cm / 5'8

HAIR: dark brown

EYES: deep brown

PIERCINGS: one in each ear

TATTOOS: a small seashell on her hip

PERSONALITY —

POSITIVE: curious, daring, outspoken, confident, clever

NEGATIVE: aloof, stubborn, finicky, secretive, vain (just a little ;))

MBTI: ENTJ-A– the commander

ENNEAGRAM: type eight – the challenger

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

DEADLY SIN: lust/greed

HEAVENLY VIRTUE: diligence

ZODIAC: aries

CHARACTER INFLUENCES: jordan baker, the great gatsby / margaery tyrell, game of thrones / samantha jones, sex and the city/ witchita, zombieland / cassie thomas, promising young woman / holly golightly, breakfast at tiffany's / vesper lynd, casino royale

TW: mentions of death, grief, alcohol, smoking

LIFE —

this city is haunted...

being raised by a single mother isn’t always easy. in fact, it was never easy until vera’s mother began to work her way through the upper class of new york city. it was her mother’s job, after all. a last-ditch effort to keep little vera off the streets that soon afforded them a lavish lifestyle to which vera quickly grew accustomed.

still, watching men fall at her mother’s feet for the right price reason wasn't a genuine fairytale. behind the glitz of the champagne fountains, lavish jewellery adorning her mother's neck, the opera, and ballet, there was nothing but darkness when vera was forced to sit alone in her room for hours while her mother did whatever with whomever. she was lonely even when she wasn't alone.

the more vera saw her mother change from a man-swindling businesswoman to a swooning, fawning piece of arm candy to men who didn't care for her at all, the more she began to resent their lifestyle altogether. she felt guilt, at first, her emotions bold and fiery and unrelenting even when she was young, but as the years passed, and mother drifted further and further, vera turned hard and icy. she locked her heart away and swore never to rely on anyone else. least of all, a man.

vera was seventeen when her mother died, of circumstances vera still isn't clear on, and the whole world threatened to crumble around her. nothing could console her. nothing could offer her solace from the aching, desperate grief. not even the embrace of the white crocodiles, whom her mother was an associate of. nothing. so, vera fled. she packed what possessions mattered, photographs, a delicate pearl ring that belonged to her mother, and left new york city for good... or so she thought.

the irony was glaringly obvious when she moved back to the city five years after she left. everything felt different, and everything felt exactly the same. every street was tainted with memories that flashed behind her eyes whenever she dared to close them.

now, over a decade later, vera has remained behind the walls she built of ice and stone but found a way to mask those walls with florals and beautiful imagery. she clawed her way to her position at Stoneage Industries and cared little for the people she stepped on along the way. it's not that vera is heartless, though some (including she) may claim she is. she is like this because she has to be for survival. for vera knows what disappointment, loss, and pain feel like. she knows loneliness so well she swears it's etched into her bones. perhaps that is why vera feels so at home amongst the chaos, sitting on top of a pile of money brought in by robots and replicants. she envies their ability to feel nothing.

"mom, i am a rich man."

EXTRAS —

those she works with, and those who work for her, likely see her as professional and stoic. when she's at work, she is buried in it. CFO at Stoneage Industries is the perfect distraction from anything and everything else.

she likes to get what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it by any means necessary. scheming? she's a fan. when her plan doesn't succeed, and she's left without a prize, she can be found in her bathtub with a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

despite her insistence to never rely on a man, she will use them and can be found doing so after hours when she's looking to blow off some steam.

aside from the ring, the only connection she still has to her mother is her association with the white crocodiles.

although she can be difficult to please and impossible to argue with, vera is also a little rascally. she likes a little mischief. in fact, sometimes she pushes people's buttons just for fun. she will swindle you out of twenty bucks she doesn't even need with a smile on her face.

there is (almost) nothing vera loves more than being underestimated. it gives her an upper hand she is more than willing to take.

there is a softness to her reserved for intimate moments that truly matter to her.

CONNECTIONS —

coming soon...

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