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minggelmanggel · 2 months

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Early 1960s Ramsey Reformed Church Family Directory, Titonka, Iowa - 1.4

Dating the Directory:

5 - An obituary for "Weert Asche" that appears in the November 14, 1961, issue of the Mason City Globe-Gazette indicates that he died the previous Sunday (November 12th, 1961), with burial to take place at the Ramsey Cemetery.

12 - Seiler is written on the right of Miss Dawn Beenken's name to denote her marriage to Herbert ‘Herb’ Seiler. The April 17, 1962, issue of The Algona Upper Des Moines newspaper states that the couple was married on April 7, 1962, and that they will make their home in Ypsilanti, Michigan. A similar Seiler marriage announcement is included within the April 19, 1962, issue of the Kossuth County Advance newspaper. The April 25, 2008, issue of The Mason City Globe-Gazette newspaper includes a obituary for Herbert “Herb” Seiler; however, it incorrectly lists a marriage date of 1968.

74 - Rev. John E. Janssen served as pastor from June, 1961, to October, 1982.

References:

1. Abandoned Towns, Villages and Post Offices of Iowa | D.C. Mott | 1977 | J. W. Hoffman & S. L. Purington Publishers, Council Bluffs, Iowa

2. History of Kossuth, Hancock and Winnebago Counties, Iowa, Together with Sketches of Their Cities, Villages and Townships, Educational, Civil, Military and Political History; Portraits of Prominent Persons, and Biographies of Representative Citizens | History of Iowa, Embracing Accounts of the Pre-Historic Races and a Brief Review of Its Civil and Military History | Unknown | 1884 | Union Publishing Company, Springfield, ILL.

3. History of Kossuth County, Iowa: A Record of All Important Events in Any Manner Relating to Its Existence, Organization, Progress and Achievement from the Earliest Times to the Mid-Summer of 1912 | Volume 1 of 2 | Benjamin F. Reed | 1913 | L. L. BS. J. Clarke Publishing Co., Chicago, Illinois

4. History of Kossuth County, Iowa: A Record of All Important Events in Any Manner Relating to Its Existence, Organization, Progress and Achievement from the Earliest Times to the Mid-Summer of 1912 | Volume 2 of 2 | Benjamin F. Reed | 1913 | L. L. BS. J. Clarke Publishing Co., Chicago, Illinois

5. Atlas of Kossuth County Iowa | G. W. Anderson | 1913 | Anderson Publishing Co., Chicago, Illinois

6. The Mason City Globe-Gazette | November 14, 1977

7. Titonka Topic | July 14, 1977

8. Titonka Topic | September 24, 1953

12. The Mason City Globe-Gazette | April 5, 2008

15. R Towns | Iowa Ghost Towns | http://www.iowaghosttowns.com/rtowns.html | Accessed 11-6-2017

16. Buffalo Center Tribune | April 5, 1962

18. Weert L Asche (1873-1961) - Find a Grave Memorial | G R Wise Gittens | 6-15-2010 | https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/53727506/weert-l-asche | Accessed 11-6-2017

19. The Mason City Globe-Gazette | November 14, 1961

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letsgethaunted · 1 year

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Christmas Tree Jane Doe

The week before the Christmas of 1996, a mysterious unidentified female body was found next to a miniature Christmas tree in the Pleasant Valley Cemetery. Although the body had no identification, letters expressing the Jane Doe's request *NOT* to have an autopsy were found in her pockets. Money for cremation was included in the letters. Even more odd, the corpse was extremely well dressed and evidence shows she took her own life while listening to comedy tapes. Was this a set up? Who was this woman? Was someone leaving clues for investigators or is it all just a coincidence? Listen to Nat and Aly try and figure it all out on this week's episode!

#Christmas Tree Jane Doe #Let's Get Haunted #Pleasant Valley Cemetery #Jane Doe #Joyce Marilyn Meyer Sommers

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mrrwsoup · 2 months

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a bit of an intro post for my ocs, been meaning to do one for awhile

Most of them are all interconnected in some way and involved either directly or indirectly with two different fronts for organized crime (circus which is run by my ocs, and importing company which is run by my bf's) but there's a few that are outliers and belong to different time/setting.

i also have more ocs lol but these are the ones that are most involved with my bf and I's headworld. There's more i could say about each of them but since theres so many i'll keep it short LOL.

Heres my toyhouse for more.

And the intro post i did for my bfs ocs.

Dirge

graverobber. non-employed misanthrope, prefers the company of the dead.

involved with Mamba

Micajah

chainsmoking magician and animal handler, with a lot on his hands.

involved with Jackson

Rueben

trickshooting necrosadist who's charming in front of an audience, and insufferable one-on-one.

involved with Elias

Kryl

circus ringmistress. takes discipline seriously. likes cards, roses, big fur coats, and weather that allows for them.

involved with Westley

Jules

acrodancer. flexible in multiple regards. always on the lookout for a good time, especially one he can sink his claws into.

involved with Ruckus

Nova

trad goth knife thrower's assistant, getting blades thrown at him in the ring while secretly inclined to wield them outside of it.

involved with Zero

Trinity

dirty crook, and mama's boy. bashing skulls in the alley but still escorting his mom to church on sunday.

involved with Morrigan

Midas

gunrunner. disfigured from a malfunction in an altered firearm. recreationally lovesick.

involved with Rowdy

Meyer

up and coming trick rider

involved with Blythe

Feliks

circus manager. working hard behind the scenes chugging coffee and pulling out feathers over paperwork. just wants peace and order (rarely obtained).

Jaime

former competitive martial artist, hired as "security" at the circus but acts more as general assistant. patron of dive bars.

Rama

circus promoter. incessant gambler, not above leaning the odds in his favour by any means.

involved with Saul

Saul

runs a sideshow oddity cart. once involved with black market sales but is completely law abiding now, for sure. absolutely…

involved with Rama

Wolf

back-alley doctor. dwelling within his family's dilapidated estate, tirelessly working to procure the bride of his dreams.

involved with Doll

Seth

swagless aspiring hacker. tfw no gf

involved with Ryker

Grimm

sullen black dog cemetery groundskeeper

involved with Cadence

Sinclair

identity document forger for hire, family shame. evading penalization thanks to his lawyer older brother

Silas

a higher demon, posted to the mortal world and hellbent on sowing seeds of corruption.

alternatively in modern au, struggling black metal artist and occultist, performing rituals to capture an angel and bring himself fortune

involved with Valentine

Cyril

victorian player, flexing his position as he moves up the ranks of society.

involved with Julian

Kaan

under the influence of an inherent instinct to put wolves in their place.

involved with Hutch

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beautifulmakkaris · 10 months

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If you're missing Lockwood and Co, don't despair! Here are some recommendations from fans of the show and books to help fill the void while we fight for season 2 - please share far and wide <3

All recs are from responses to this post, myself and things I've seen floating around the internet (ie, Goodreads suggestions/lists). Recs may be based on specific characters, ships, tropes, genres, worldbuilding or just general ~vibes.

Please make sure to check all content warnings before reading/watching any recommendations on this list.

Books (standalone)

Spellbound by F. T. Lukens

The Agency for Scandal by Laura Wood

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston

The Cheat Sheet by Sarah Adams

This May End Badly by Samantha Markum

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling

A Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood

The Hidden Dragon by Melissa Marr

Trouble by Lex Croucher

Books (series - *ongoing)

Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir*

Virals by Kathy Reichs

The Shades of London by Maureen Johnson

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Jackaby by William Ritter

Charlotte Holmes by Brittany Cavallaro

The Checquy Files by Daniel O'Malley

Alex Stern by Leigh Bardugo*

Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerry Maniscalco

Scarlet by A. C. Gaughen

Renegades by Marissa Meyer

The Diviners by Libba Bray

City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab

Percy Jackson & the Olympians by Rick Riordan

Mokee Joe by Peter J. Murray

Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve

Murder Most Unladylike by Robin Stevens*

Letters of Enchantment by Rebecca Ross*

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

Dreadwood by Jennifer Killick

The Empyrean by Rebecca Yarros*

The Bartimaeus Sequence by Jonathan Stroud

Ankh-Morpork City Watch (Discworld) by Terry Pratchett

The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

Scarlett & Browne by Jonathan Stroud

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Books (graphic novels)

Locke & Key by Joe Hill

Television series (*-ongoing)

School Spirits*

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Shadow & Bone

Wednesday*

Stranger Things*

CW's Nancy Drew

Shadowhunters

Locke & Key

The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself

Spooksville

The Midnight Club

Teen Wolf

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Grimm

Please feel free to keep sending recommendations my way and I'll update this list as often as I can! Also let me know if you enjoy anything you found from this list, I'd love to know if you found it helpful :)

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tumbleweed-writes · 1 month

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Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader: Chapter Three

Chapter Two found HERE

Chapter Three: Roses

She was almost amazed she’d managed to keep her cool after the horrible deed she’d just completed for SAMCRO. Y/N was astonished she’d been so calm and cool throughout both the task and the aftermath.

She’d been able to maintain the appearance of a competent, professional, and caring funeral director as she’d worked helping show possible options for caskets, discussed burial plots, cost of embalming, an obituary, flower arrangements, and viewings.

One of Charming California’s most prominent restaurateurs, Jonathan Meyer, had not noticed anything amiss as he’d spoken with Y/N about funeral arrangements for his late grandmother.

No one would be none the wiser about the fact that three members of SAMCRO had just recently been in her place of business and retrieved a corpse from Y/N. She cringed knowing that there would be a buried empty casket by this time next week and the dead man’s family would never know. No one would ever know aside from SAMCRO and her. The secret would be literally six feet under in Charming’s local cemetery.

The thought sent a chill down her spine but based on her outside appearance and behavior no one would ever guess.

Y/N had always been gifted at compartmentalizing her emotions and thoughts. It was a necessary skill set in her line of work. One couldn’t allow negative emotions of grief or any other feelings to cloud the ability to get the job done when it came both to embalming the deceased and conducting a successful funeral service.

She was worryingly a professional when it came to being able to shove the horrid mixture of guilt, shame, and fear back into some little drawer in her brain and keep the appearance of a professional whose only care in the world was serving the bereaved.

Now that she was truly all alone in her office downstairs, Y/N found her brain taunting her with possibilities of just why SAMCRO even wanted two corpses from her to begin with. It was a disturbing request and one that she’d honored.

To be honest she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know just what the MC wanted with the dead bodies she’d provided. She had a feeling knowing just what they’d wanted with them would only trouble her further.

It was getting late and so far she’d not heard a word from SAMCRO. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or troubled by the silence.

Though she knew that she should go upstairs and try to wind down from the day, she found herself parked at her desk trapped in a pit of selfpity and anguish.

Her brain taunted her with the distinct possibility of SAMCRO being caught doing whatever the hell it was they were doing, and this all leading right back to her doorstep. She knew if any of this led back to her then the fallout would be ruinous.

It was more than just the fear of a fine or fear of possibly being arrested. It was the fear of everything she’d lose if the discovery of this horrible deed led back to her front steps.

She knew if any of this led back to her then she’d lose literally everything she held dear and had fought to achieve. She would not only lose the respect of the community, her entire livelihood, and possibly even the home and business she’d wanted so badly to preserve.

The years of schooling, a hard earned apprenticeship, time spent studying and testing for licensure both in New York and California would be meaningless.

She’d lose her license and this would mean losing the family legacy she’d tried so hard to upkeep.

It wasn’t just the guilt of what she’d done and the fear of being caught that troubled her. It was the realization that Jackson freaking Teller had somehow wormed his way back into her life bringing SAMCRO right along with him.

She cringed, hating the sense that she felt as though was right back where she’d started almost a decade before. She was back to once again being entangled in SAMCRO’s world. It was a world she’d thought she’d moved on from.

She had foolishly thought the MC was a thing of her past. She wasn’t partying alongside them anymore, but she was working with them. She wasn’t sure which scenario felt worse.

She glared up at an old black and white photograph hanging on the wall in her office, the photo featuring some great grandfather of hers way back when standing by an ancient looking hearse. She felt the words slide from her lips, filled with bitterness. “I bet you never had to deal with this kind of crap when this place and gig was yours.”

She slumped back in her desk chair, her stomach and heart twisting when she spotted a small photo she kept framed on her desk. The photo of her father and she sat almost taunting her. It had been taken soon after she’d graduated from mortuary school. Her father had been so proud of her; proud she’d taken up the family legacy on her own terms and so proud she’d outgrown her wild streak running around with Jax Teller and SAMCRO.

She felt her eyes water she quick to reach up and wipe any tears that threatened to spill. A sense of shame washed over her as her mind taunted her wondering what her father would think of her now.

Her father and she may have butted heads when she’d been a rebellious teen, but she’d loved him dearly.

She missed him dearly. It had only been four months since he’d passed and to be honest she’d thrown herself into taking up the family business. Throwing herself into the family business and all the debt and dealing with her brother was far easier than facing her feelings of loss and pain.

She’d always admired her father. It wasn’t just his dedication to the profession that she’d loved. It was everything about her dad.

Her father had been a handsome man, though a bear of a man if there ever was one. He was tall and broad shouldered. He was strong, incredibly so not just physically but mentally.

She knew she’d gotten her smaller build from her late mother.

Her father and her brother though both were practical lumberjacks.

Seeing younger photos of her father made her easily understand just why her mother must have fallen for him.

Her father was handsome, strong, dependable, loyal, and proud of a profession that he viewed as being more of a service and duty to his community.

She’d always found it a little funny. Her father, as huge and intimidating as he appeared, was so mild-mannered and calm.

He’d been a gentle parent even when she’d been going through her rebellious phase and probably needed a bit of a tougher hand. Her father had been so patient of her even offering her an escape when it had all become too much.

Her father had taught her everything he knew about the family business. He’d started her young, being frank with her about just what the family business consisted of.

She’d still been a kid when he’d brought her downstairs and showed her the tools of the trade.

It wasn’t until she was an adult that she’d realized that this seemingly charming, at least to her, childhood memory horrified people when she recalled it.

She guessed she got the reaction. People assumed her father had been some kind of sadist trying to torment a child far too young by exposing her both to death and the funeral business.

She knew though that it had been more of her father’s attempt to bond with her. It was the only way he knew how to bond with his children after his wife’s death.

Most kids' dads taught them to play baseball and change oil in a car. Her dad taught her about embalming and how to change the oil in a hearse.

She knew most people would never understand the comfort she’d found surrounded by death. It was all she’d ever known after all.

Her core memories consisted of mourners trailing in and out of the home, the fact that caskets were displayed on the first floor of her home, corpses could be found in the basement, and the realization that everyone died.

Her father had always taught her not to fear death. The biggest lesson she’d learned was that though everyone died; dying was nothing to dread. Death was inevitable and no one could say for sure what laid beyond death. One should never spend their lives fearing the end though. If anything one should be amazed that death gave the opportunity to appreciate how beautiful life truly was. Her father had taught her that although she would die one day that she should be in awe of the fact that anyone even had the opportunity to live at all to begin with.

During the past few years of his life her father and she had begun to have longer conversations at least once a week. They’d had much needed heart to hearts admitting mistakes they’d both made and regrets they both had.

She’d been able to hear that her father was proud of her. He was proud of the young woman she’d become.

She had been so proud of the woman she had become up until now.

She’d been so proud that she’d turned over a new leaf and grown into a better person. This entire deal she’d made with the MC proved that she was not at all the better person she proclaimed to be.

She sighed, reaching up to toy with the small golden cross pendant hanging around her neck.

Although she had been snarky with Jax, she could admit she was no woman scorned.

She knew way back when she was hanging around SAMCRO neither she nor Jax had any preconceived notions about just what she and he were doing.

She had been looking for a place to rebel and an environment to escape how angry and miserable she felt and he’d been behaving just as the Prince of SAMCRO should.

She wasn’t bitter or angry about their history no matter how brief and messy it had been.

She just hated the person she’d been back then. The girl she’d been almost ten years ago had hated everything and everyone. Most of all though, she’d hated herself.

She had looked in the mirror and had seen nothing but sadness in her features back then.

Y/N hated who she was before.

She feared becoming that girl again, hating herself and seeing nothing but sorrow staring back at her in the mirror.

She felt her stomach twist all the further the words sliding from her lips as she tore her eyes from the photo of her father and she, the words soft . “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

She was pulled from her pity party as her cell phone chimed an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen.

She answered the call trying to keep her voice level and peaceful as though she hadn’t been trapped in a cycle of dread. “Y/N speaking.”

“Y/N, jus the lass I was tryin to reach. Jackie Boy asked me to call ya up.” The voice on the other end of the call sounded out, it taking her brain a moment to both work through the thick Scottish accent and to realize just who was on the other end of the call.

She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as it hit her just who she was speaking to. She could still remember the previous reaction her body had to the Scottish Son. It was something that both troubled her and excited her and she was trying to convince herself she hated it.

She furrowed her brow, it hitting her that she didn’t even know the man’s name. No formal introductions had actually been made during the few interactions she’d had with SAMCRO lately.

She widened her eyes as the voice sounded out again. “Y/N, lass? Are ya there?”

“I am…what can I do for you?” She remarked, snapping out of it almost dreading what response would be.

She cringed remembering Jax’s comment about possibly needing to borrow her access to the crematorium later on. This was most likely what this call concerned.

She continued to toy with the cross pendant around her neck as the voice spoke up again. “Clay, I’m assumin ya know him…wants ta know if ya can give us access to the crematorium tomorrow nigh?”

She sighed hating that she was right on the money concerning just what this was about. “What time?”

“Late.” Was the only reply she earned.

She scoffed gazing down at the rich mahogany desktop in front of her. “How late?”

“After midnight, prolly close to bout one a.m. Keepin discreet is important.” The voice finally replied.

She glanced down at the time on her laptop, her stomach turning as she realized that it was getting late. She had a long night and a long day tomorrow that would apparently end with another long night. “Okay…I will need to be there to run the machinery…I’m not about to try to pull an innocent explanation out my ass if the damn thing got busted because I let one of you run it. I’m not coming up with a reasonable lie because some idiot screwed up an expensive piece of machinery. That thing costs a fortune and I’m not the only funeral home in the area that uses it. It’s owned by the city, local government owns the cemetery. Most of us don’t own an on site cremator so we all pay to use the thing.”

She was certain she almost heard a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Aye fair nough.”

She took a deep breath working up the nerve to say it. “I’ll expect payment of course, for my time and effort.”

The amusement still seemed to be clear in her conversation partner’s voice as he replied. “Aye o’course. Clay said yer gonna be paid well fer the favor an he appreciates yer willingness to help with future…needs.”

She felt her stomach turn it hitting her that she’d definitely set herself up for this. She had opened the door for future favors, so she shouldn’t be shocked. She needed the money badly enough to keep the door open for future favors.

She cleared her throat trying to sound calmer than she felt. “Perfect…I’ll see you around one then.”

She paused, unable to stop herself from asking the curiosity too strong to ignore. “Uh…”

She frowned realizing she still didn’t know the Scot’s name. She wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask now…it just felt too awkward given the conversation.

He thankfully heard the small sound she’d made. “Aye?”

She spoke knowing it was now or never. “Everything turned out okay…with you know? Uh…the cups of sugar. Nothing went wrong?”

Chibs snickered as it hit him exactly what she was hinting at, recalling her words to Jax as he’d first requested the bodies from her: you aren’t asking me to let you borrow a freaking cup of sugar here.

“Nah, no issues on our end love.” He remarked, deciding to leave out some of the more exciting details about just all that had happened today. What she didn’t know didn’t hurt her.

She felt her heart race at the word love. She pushed back the reaction it gave her. She ignored the slight flush to her cheeks and the voice in the back of her head that claimed she could get accustomed to being called love as she spoke. “Oh, uh…good to hear…I think.”

She frowned, hating how awkward she felt. She hated feeling as though the man on the other end of the call and the men he associated with had the upper hand here.

“Aye, told ya it’d turn out. I don’t make a habit of lyin to pretty lasses.” Chibs was quick to reply the comment making her cheeks flush all the darker.

She spoke a small huff leaving her not missing the attempt to flirt. “I highly doubt that. I’ll see you gentlemen later, tomorrow night at the agreed time. Don’t be late…again.”

And with that she hung up ignoring the strange cocktail of fear, anxiety, shame, and desire for her caller that washed over her.

She groaned, dropping her cell on her desk. She took a deep breath trying to calm her racing heart and the strange sense of lust perking up in her. This was so not what she needed. She refused to go down that path. She was not the girl who got all hot and bothered just because the intimidating biker was flirting…even if that intimidating biker did have a lovely accent and equally lovely eyes and dimples.

She stared back up that same photo of her great grandfather that she’d gazed at earlier, a bitter sigh escaping her lips. “You so didn’t have to put up with this bullshit when the gig was yours.”

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Chibs smirked as he hung up his cell having to feel pleased as can be with himself even as she’d abruptly ended the call and hadn’t exactly responded to his attempts to flirt as eagerly as he’d hoped.

He had the distinct feeling Y/N was going to prove to be a challenge. It was a refreshing realization. The croweaters around the club were not a challenge. They required no effort at all.

He had to like the concept that Y/N was the kind of girl who required an effort. Although he could admit he found it intimidating.

It had been a long time since he had to put in effort when it came to a woman.

He could admit he found himself at a loss as to why he was so eager to put in the effort.

The easiest answer he could pull together was that he found her fascinating and he was curious.

He knew of course that curiosity killed the cat, but he’d never been one to shy away from the threat of being killed.

He was unable to resist saving the number to his contacts before he dropped the cell on the bar in front of him.

He nodded to the croweater behind the bar as she eagerly poured him a glass of Jameson.

Just a week ago he would have probably been tempted to drag the croweater away for a little bedroom entertainment, but he found himself disinterested in the concept.

He was surprised to find that there was only one woman he wouldn’t mind having some bedroom time with.

He easily found his brain remembering those curves and those legs of hers and how it was a damn shame those legs had been hidden under tights today. He wouldn’t mind having those legs wrapped around him. He also was quite able to vividly recall the incredible cleavage he’d spotted that first meeting in the crematorium. He would be quite happy to bury his face against that cleavage. He was certain he could die happy with his face buried there and the lower part of his anatomy buried in what lay between those glorious legs of hers.

He shifted in his seat, the thought exciting him. He took a slow sip from his drink doing all he could to not allow his brain to slide down the rabbit hole of lust.

He could remember Juice’s comment that Y/N was spooky but hot.

Chibs had to admit he found her to be less spooky though she did frighten him a little…or at least the thoughts he had about her frightened him.

Her job was intense to say the least, but Chibs had never been one to shy away from the intense. The morbid nature of her job didn’t trouble him as much as it probably should.

He was too entranced by her to pay too much thought to the fact that she embalmed and buried the dead for a living.

She was morbid but somehow tantalizing. She seemed elegant, confident, and intelligent. Those weren’t qualities he’d found with a woman he’d pursued since Fiona.

The thought was terrifying.

He cringed at the thought of his estranged wife and the history related to her and he. There was a lot of pain there. It wasn’t a trip down memory lane he wanted to go down, not when he was currently infatuated with an entirely different woman.

He glanced up from his drink as Bobby dropped down beside him giving him a nod. “You get everything settled with her?”

“Aye, she’ll meet us tomorrow. She’ll run tha machinery at her insistence. We jus gotta bring the payment.” Chibs replied a small smirk crossing his features as he remembered her comment about just why she had to run the crematorium.

He was once again amused that she was ballsy enough to be just a little insulting by essentially implying they were idiots who would break the cremator if she didn’t run it herself. He had a feeling he’d not exactly tolerate the disrespect from a woman who he didn’t fancy.

Bobby raised an eyebrow spotting the hint of a look he’d never seen on Chibs’ face before. He quickly connected the dots that the somewhat lovesick smirk on Chibs’ lips and the SONS new associate at the funeral home were connected.

He spoke, deciding to keep the comment casual. “Interesting having her back in town…Y/N. Thought she’d never show up again after she left.”

“Aye? How’d she leave?” Chibs replied, that spark of curiosity bubbling up in him again.

Bobby shrugged accepting his own drink from the croweater behind the bar. “Nothing too dramatic, not really my place to say. It seemed like she just stopped coming around one day, next thing anyone knows her dad shipped her out east. She was pretty young though. Shit just probably got to be too intense for her.”

Chibs dared to ask though he’d already asked Jax a similar question. He wasn’t entirely satisfied with the reply he’d gotten from Jax. “Aye, she mentioned bein a club hanground.”

He paused, gazing at the croweater uncertain of how to broach the subject. He spoke again, deciding to be a little more tactful even though he didn’t particularly care what the croweater thought about how the Sons viewed her. “Was she one of our Friday nigh lasses?”

Bobby shook his head, a small smirk crossing his lips. “Not exactly. To be honest I think most of the guys around here were intimidated by the fact that her daddy could bury us alive literally…a few nomads weren’t so wise but…like I said she wasn’t what you’re thinking. Shit was complicated.”

He paused the next statement only making Chibs feel more frustrated. “Not my story to tell though. It’s been almost a decade, pretty sure most of us who were around back then have killed a few brain cells since then to fully recall every last detail.”

Chibs resisted the urge to remark that he was sick of hearing that line: It’s not my story to tell.

Chibs shifted in his seat the conversation doing little to sate his curiosity. It only left him feeling more intrigued. He wanted to know just what was so complicated.

Y/N was definitely a puzzle he wanted to solve. He was determined to solve it.

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Y/N was relieved to pull up to the crematorium late the next night to see that the SONS were actually on time.

It seemed that lateness was only a trait Jax Teller held.

She tried to keep her cool as she shut off her engine of her little black 2003 Acura and exited the car her purse held tight in her grasp.

She busied herself digging through the purse for the keys to access the crematorium as she approached the line of motorcycles and one unremarkable looking white van. She easily realized that a boring white van might be favorable for a more discreet task. After all, a van attracted far less attention than Harleys.

She cringed as another familiar Son approached her; she just as displeased to see him as she’d been to see Jax Teller. “Doll, can’t thank you enough for doing this.”

She gave Tig Trager one small glance before focusing back on the contents of her purse. “Don’t thank me.”

He held his hands up in mock defeat he fast to reply. “Still charming as always.”

“Same could be said for you.” She remarked fast to reply to the observation.

If her mood wasn’t sour enough another person she wasn’t entirely pleased with approached her. Jax speaking. “Thanks for the favor darlin”

“Don’t thank her.” Tig was fast to remark, parroting the words she’d said earlier.

She rolled her eyes not wanting to engage with either man. Though Tig and she didn’t exactly share the same history Jax and she shared, she was still not looking to chat like old times with the Son.

Chatting like old buddies with either man made her feel too much like the angry young woman she’d once been, the one who hated herself and didn’t care what happened to her.

Chibs stood aside with Juice and Half Sack observing the exchange. He raised an eyebrow sensing Y/N’s sour mood.

He had a feeling it was about to get more bitter once she saw just why they needed access to the crematorium.

He approached Juice and Half Sack following along beside him. The prospect spoke nodding to her car. “You drive an Acura?”

She rolled her eyes as she finally located the necessary keys. “The hearse attracts too much attention…besides the casket I have in the back rattles around the backend when I drive. It’s kind of distracting.”

She felt a small sense of satisfaction when she noticed the young man’s face pale at the latter part of her statement. She’d found, as cruel as it was, that it was far too easy to screw around with people when they asked her stupid questions.

It wasn’t exactly something she made a habit of. She usually prided herself in being able to make death and the funeral business less terrifying and intimidating to the average public.

She had to enjoy making the members of SAMCRO feel uneasy though. It was kind of an ego trip seeing the definition of danger get nervous over some bullshit she told them about her job.

Chibs smirked, only allowing Half Sack to fret for a brief moment before he gave him a smack on the back of the head. “She’s fuckin with ya, ya half nutted muppet.”

She furrowed her brow not missing the half nutted comment. She shoved the question dancing around on the end of her tongue about this statement back telling herself she didn’t want to know.

She ignored the little playful smile Chibs tossed her way. She did her best to pretend she wasn’t reminded of the feelings that had washed over her during the phone call they’d shared the day before.

The Scottish Son was an interesting one. She was finding it hard not to admit this to herself.

She spoke holding the keys up. “I’ll unlock the doors.”

She cringed her stomach dropping as Tig spoke nodding to both Half Sack and Juice. “Get the bodies.”

She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. Of course there were bodies. She wasn’t naive enough to think they needed to borrow her access to the cremator without there being bodies to cremate.

She felt bile rise in her throat refusing to question if she was considered some kind of accessory after the fact related to what she was about to help burn.

Wasn’t this considered destroying evidence?

Chibs entered the crematorium eyeing Y/N as she dropped her purse on the cabinet in the corner of the room she busying herself finding those thick black gloves he’d spotted on her hands that first day.

He watched her having to admit that he noticed the curve of her backside in the jeans she wore. He was pleased to see she wore another tight fitting pair of jeans. The black denim hugged her bottom and hips in a way that left Chibs feeling envious of the fabric.

He watched her shrug her soft looking plum hooded jacket off placing it over her purse. He admired the way the black top she wore gave him another view of clevage. He was also amused to spot those pink converse on her feet again.

He watched as she pulled a hair tie off from around her wrist pulling her hair up into a messy looking top knot.

He spoke unable to stop himself, wanting to soothe any anxiety she might have about the circumstances behind the bodies she was about to help cremate. He couldn’t help but to hate the thought of her thinking she was some kind of accessory to murder. “It was an accident…found em in…a property of ours that caught fire.”

She furrowed her brow wanting to ask if it was just an accident then why was it so important to get rid of these bodies?

She told herself it was probably not a great idea to ask too many questions. She had a feeling the Scotsman wouldn’t tell her the entire truth anyhow.

She cringed not having time to focus on the thought as Half Sack and Juice entered the room carrying two bodies wrapped in old looking blankets.

She took a deep breath as she moved towards the cremator opening and pulling out the drawer nodding down to it. “Put them down here. We should be able to cremate both together…it might take longer but it’s doable.”

The men deposited the bodies stepping back Y/N left to glance down at them. She grimaced at the sight of the two bodies. They were young women from what she could see. They’d been dead for a few days she guessed by the level of decay.

It wasn’t the worst deceased body she’d seen, but the realization that she was about to cremate these two nameless women did send a chill through her.

She yanked her glance from them as Jax stepped forward distracting her. “We have your payment.”

She took the envelope not missing the heft of it. She resisted the urge to open it and count it the thought seeming cruel given what she was doing.

She placed the envelope within her purse unaware that Chibs was studying her he taking notice of the way she’d gazed down at the corpses and the hint of sympathy in her eyes.

He couldn’t help but to be troubled by it. It was a surprising realization; that it bothered him that she was upset doing something that would get the club out of a huge pile of shit.

He pushed the thought from his mind as he watched her work getting everything together.

She moved quickly just wanting to get this over with. The sooner this ended the sooner she could go home and probably have a sleepless night. She had a feeling she’d need a good shower and maybe a drink when she got home.

She pushed in the drawer mentally apologizing to the bodies she was about to cremate. She was certain this wasn’t their end of life plans. She was sure they were far too young to consider such plans.

She ignored thoughts of any family they might have left behind or any dreams they might never achieve.

She knew she had to compartmentalize those feelings and focus on the task at hand.

The machine was started up Y/N speaking as she worked finding it easy to talk about what she was doing in a technical sense than to actually acknowledge how screwed up this all was. “It will take a moment to get to the right temp. It needs to reach up to at least 1,400 degrees fahrenheit to burn. We’ll probably want to go a little higher given that we’re…burning more. It might take up to three hours…that’s for one body though. I don’t know about more than that…It’s not legal to burn more than one at once honestly.”

She cleared her throat as she spoke again. “I’m going to have to just assume we’re going to be pushing the three hour mark considering that is usually the time it takes to cremate a heavier body.”

She stepped aside surprised that the Sons moved forward lining up in front of the machine. She was uncertain if they just wanted to be sure the job was being done or if they were actually paying their respects in some weird messed up way.

She stood to the side not certain of what else she should do.

They stood in silence for a long while the entire situation feeling both surreal and daunting.

Half Sack spoke as they gazed at the bodies within the crematorium. “Should we say a prayer or something?”

Juice snickered his comment earning a grimace from Y/N. “You know any bible passages about lost semen.”

Chibs took notice of the look of disapproval on Y/N’s features. He couldn’t help but to cringe himself it seemed his young brother wasn’t exactly making the best impression. He reached out smacking Juice’s shoulder harshly, the action wiping the smirk from the man’s lips.

Chibs resisted the urge to glance over at Y/N and check and see if she’d noticed his disapproval and was aware he wasn’t being as crude and disrespectful as his young associate.

He was a bit surprised he cared so much what she thought of him especially in a situation like this. She probably already disapproved of them all.

He couldn’t help but to hate the thought that she might think he was disrespectful enough to not at least understand the gravity of what they were doing. This essentially was the only funeral these women would get.

Tig spoke thankfully finding something to say that was a bit more respectful, a prayer leaving his lips. “May a ray of sunshine warm your souls amen.”

With that they stepped back enough to allow Y/N to move forward, shutting the door and turning up the heat, she doing her best to turn her mind off and not focus on how awful this all felt.

Time seemed to move far too slowly and no one seemed that concerned that they were clearly going to stand here the entire time it took to completely cremate the remains.

Everyone seemed to have the sense to not speak even Juice and Half Sack.

When it was clear that the bodies were getting closer and closer to being ashes Tig spoke. “We should go.”

Jax nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah.”

He turned to face Y/N fast to speak again. “Thanks for helping us. I know this wasn’t ideal.”

She shook her head a small bitter laugh leaving her not sounding humored at all. “Nope, not ideal.”

Jax spoke, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “I can’t promise the next favor won’t be less shitty.”

She moved from his grasp crossing her arms over her chest, the act almost seeming as though she was trying to protect herself. Chibs took notice of it, surprised that he wanted to reach out and provide some reassurance.

She moved towards the cabinet she speaking over her shoulder. “I’ve got it from here boys.”

Everyone but Chibs seemed to take the hint, happy to be out of the crematorium and escape this entire situation.

Jax spoke over his shoulder as he moved to leave. “We really are grateful for the help, Y/N. You’re keeping us out of some deep shit.”

She sighed, shaking her head, her voice monotone, not seeming comforted by the thought that she was helping them escape what was most likely the consequences of their own actions. “Yeah, sure.”

She pushed back the judgment knowing deep down she wasn’t much better. She was accepting money for this. She wasn’t an angel.

Chibs didn’t speak until only they remained in the room. He cleared his throat nodding over to the cremator. “What are ya goin to do with tha ashes?”

She raised an eyebrow almost fearing he was testing her to see if she was going to run to the cops. She was tempted to point out the primary chemical elements that were in cremains were just calcium phosphate and sodium. No forensics team could pull any evidence from cremains.

She didn’t have a chance to dwell on fears that he was testing if she was likely to snitch as he spoke again. “I mean…we don’ know wha they woulda wanted. I imagine they were young nough not to think bout it.”

She shrugged her shoulders a bit surprised that he seemed to genuinely care. She’d almost expected him to disappear off into the night like his brothers and leave her to clean up what remained.

She spoke nodding her head towards the entrance of the crematorium. “There’s some old mausoleums out near one of the back corners of the property. They’re old as hell…the city uh they are responsible for maintaining the landscaping…so there’s rose bushes near them. It might be nice to bury the ashes under the roses. It’s at least some final resting place.”

Chibs nodded his head, a small half smile crossing his features, having to find it kind of endearing that she’d put this much thought into it. She really did have a passion for her job. “Aye, tha’ sounds nice…are ya doin it tonigh?”

“Yeah, probably shouldn’t do it during daylight. I think I can manage it tonight. I can figure out how to dig a hole.” She remarked not wanting to admit she wouldn’t be able to rest tonight until she’d done this.

A small part of her almost had to hope that providing a final resting place for the remains would at least make up for some of the horrible things she’d done over the past two days.

Chibs took her by shock he speaking. “I’ll go with ya.”

She furrowed her brow a tiny paranoid part of her almost fearing that he’d off her once he’d gotten her alone. Maybe she’d been too pushy with the MC asking for payment. Maybe they were just going to get rid of her.

She shook the thought from her mind, reminding herself that she was still useful to SAMCRO. She was right, she was more reliable than Skeeter any day of the week.

Chibs spoke again, spotting the tiny hint of fear in her eyes, hating that she might fear him and believe he might intend to harm her. “Lotta homeless probably hang round this place at nigh. Can’t trust that someone with less morals won’t see ya and ya know.”

She cringed quickly coming up with a few scenarios that the you know seemed to imply.

“Okay, sounds good.” She remarked, turning her attention back to her work.

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The two didn’t speak again until they reached the mausoleums Y/N had described. Chibs gazed up at them there was something eerie about them in the dark. He was relieved Y/N seemed to be smart enough to carry a little flashlight in her purse.

She handed the flashlight to him a small sigh leaving her lips. “Hold this while I dig.”

He was tempted to insist that he could be the one to dig the hole. It seemed to be the gentlemanly thing to do after all. He bit his tongue though having a feeling she wouldn’t allow him to do this.

This seemed a bit more personal to her judging by the look of sympathy he’d spotted in her eyes earlier.

He stared up at the night sky being sure to keep the flashlight on her task. He spoke searching for anything to talk about. “Stars are at least nice out ere. Not nough street lights to fuck it up.”

She cleared her throat a little surprised by the choice in conversation. It seemed so casual after what had happened just a few hours ago. “Yeah, it’s nice.”

He spoke again searching for more to say. “Don’ have em like this back home.”

“Home?” She asked her curiosity peaking despite the voice that screeched at her not to get involved.

“Aye, in Glasgow…Belfast too…too many fuckin people in the city at least…too many lights. Out in the countryside though, that was some real stars, put these to shame.” He replied a small dreamy tone crossing his voice as he recalled the countryside.

“You’ve lived in both Scotland and Ireland?” She questioned. She was relieved that the conversation provided some distraction from her dread filled brain. She had to admit she was curious about how the Scotsman came to reside here of all places even if it was just related to his involvement with the Sons.

She was comforted to have something else to focus on other than the fact that the new leaf she’d turned seemed to be dead.

He spoke nodding his head. “Aye, born and raised in Glasgow, moved to Belfast when I was sixteen.”

“You’re a long way from there.” She remarked, cringing at the comment knowing the move most likely had something to do with the criminal element surrounding the man she was speaking with. It probably wasn’t wise to bring it up.

Chibs felt his heart twist the same way it often then when he was reminded of what had forced him from Belfast in the end. “Aye…it was an adjustment…The states aint all that bad…even became a citizen a few years back…figured it was easier than maintainin’ a work visa.”

She nodded her head not entirely familiar with immigration laws or how citizenship worked. It wasn’t something she’d really experienced.

She spoke as he continued to dig. “The furthest I’ve been is New York. I moved there for mortuary school…lived there for a while. Never left the United States though. I have always wanted to, but dead people don’t tend to care about vacation plans and travels not in my budget most of the time.”

She felt her stomach turn at the mention of her budget considering she’d just been paid twice to do some questionable things by the associates of the man she was speaking with so casually.

She spoke again, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe someday. I wouldn’t mind seeing the stars you’re praising.”

“Aye, ya won’t regret it.” Chibs was fast to reply, a small smile crossing his features relieved the conversation seemed to be flowing so easily.

For someone who had given SAMCRO nothing but sass, there seemed to be something kind of sweet and lovely about this conversation they were having one on one. He wouldn’t mind experiencing more of it.

She spoke again, satisfied with the depth of the hole she’d dug. “This should work. I think I got it wide and deep enough.”

Chibs felt a small sense of disappointment wash over him at the realization that he was about to no longer have an excuse to be near her.

He hid his disappointment as she placed the plastic baggie containing the cremains down in the hole working quickly to cover it.

He parted his lips wanting to say more to her, wanting to say anything to keep her here by his side.

He felt the words die on his lips as she stood up wiping the dirt from her jeans. She spoke, taking the flashlight from him. She was thankful it was dark enough that he didn’t notice her cheeks flush as her fingers brushed against his. “Thank you for holding it.”

He took notice of the softness of her hands. He had to wonder just what other parts of her were soft. “Aye, glad ta help.”

She spoke, taking a deep breath, a bit of the weight of shame she’d felt lifting just the slightest. She knew the small act of giving the remains a final resting place wouldn’t make up for the two bodies she’d given SAMCRO, but at least she might be able to feel that she wasn’t entirely a terrible person. “Thank you for…watching over me and keeping me company.”

“Aye, anytime lass.” He replied, causing her to let out a small laugh though this one didn’t sound as humorless as the laugh she’d given Jax earlier.

“No offense, but I hope it isn’t anytime. I don’t mind talking with you, but I’d prefer the next time to not be while I’m burying remains I illegally cremated.”

He smirked both at the comment and the implication she might enjoy talking with him.

He was fast to bring it up. “Aye, so ya like talkin to me?”

She let out a huff rolling her eyes though she didn’t stop the small smile from crossing her lips her cheeks flushing darker. “Shut up.”

He smirked, satisfied that she didn’t have a more clever comeback.

She spoke again, shaking her head. “I’ll see you around…uh?”

He furrowed his brow, it hitting him; they'd never been entirely properly introduced.

He was surprised by the words that left him not choosing the club nickname he’d long gone by but his legal first name. “Filip.”

She nodded her head. “Goodnight, Filip.”

He spoke as he watched her step forward intending on parting ways. “Aye, goodnigh lass. I’ll see ya around.”

#chibs telford #chibs sons of anarchy #chibs telford fanfiction #chibs #soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Chibs Telford x reader #chibs telfordxreader

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memzyyy · 4 months

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My Introduction!

I ACCIDENTALLY FUCKING DELETED MY OTHER ACCOUNT HELP

DONT EVER LET ME ACCESS ANY ACCOUNT WHEN I HAVE WHISKEY

OH MY DAYS MY WORKKKKKK

my age will not be stated!!!

THIS IS AN NSFW ACC (with some fluff!!) SO DON’T COMPLAIN WHEN YOU SEE NSFW

updating this on 31/01/24 at 21:51pm

i’m wondering how much i can expose myself before my IRLS find me😭 (Kaye is an IRL but she’s the main reason i started this acc 🫶🏻)

things about me;

My name is Memzy but you can call me Memz or any nickname you like.

my fav bands are:

Mindless Self Indulgence

Tokio Hotel

Plastique Noir

Bauhaus

6arelyhuman

My Chemical Romance.

some of my fav songs are (may not be from the bands listed up)

Sorority girls - Mommy long legs

Cemetery girl - Insane Clown Posse

XOXO (kisses hugs) - 6arelyhuman

hands up! - 6arelyhuman

despair - leo.

mama - my chemical romance

once upon a dream - lana del ray

sick of seventh street - sarah and the safe word

lights out - mindless self indulgence

desire or disease - plastique noir

on the edge - tokio hotel

schrei/scream - tokio hotel

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My favourite colour is Sage Green

i’m BRI’ISH☕️☕️💂‍♀️💂‍♀️💂‍♀️🔪🔪

i’m really friendly you can dm me😇 (pls talk to me😔)

i read webtoons! (Marionetta, Hooky etc)

i’m lazy as fuck

my favourite book is:

Heartless by Marissa Meyer

i’m obsessed with candles

i love bungou stray dogs,

hxh

wonder egg priority

JJK

Attack on Titan

Kakegurui

Violet Evergarden

and many more i will list later!

#Memzyyy #bungou stray dogs #attack on titan #tokyo revengers #HELP #i hate everything #smut #smut stories #kakegurui #wonder egg priority #hxh

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melancholyymusings · 2 years

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My first read of the spooky season! I've been wanting to read this book for so many years and have just never gotten around to it. But this is the season! I'm 140 pages in and I'm already so invested. I'm also seeing lots of the inspiration that Stephanie Meyer took for Twilight and it makes me laugh. No shade. I just didn't know it would be so obvious, especially when I've read less than half of the book so far.

Honestly, I might reread Twilight when I finish this because Twilight was the only book in the series I actually enjoyed. Also, because my secret obsession with paranormal stories and gothic atmosphere has been at an all time high ever since the temperatures have started dropping outdoors.

It is Fall, and Fall for me means paranormal, gothic, hauntings, cemeteries, spooky books, and cozy Halloween movies.

#interview with the vampire #anne rice #vampires #twilight #halloween #books and reading #bookworm #bookblr #booklover #booklr #shelfie #spooky reads #spooky season #paranormal

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indigo-scarf · 1 year

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A rec list for dear dead dove Draco/Narcissa. This ship comes in different flavours, but the one I like is "caring mummy and her little boy". Enjoy! 💗

Longest Night by Indigo_Scarf (E, 1.1k) - Self-rec! 1997. Narcissa comforts Draco the only way she still can.

Try Softer by FelixPhial (T, 473) - Narcissa teaches Draco the Imperius oh so gently.

Flemish Forgeries (& Other Flights of Fancy) by FelixPhial (M, 3.7k) - They're on the run, and they play rich people pretend, and it's twistedly adorable.

On Not Dying a Virgin by FelixPhial (M, 4.2k) - Post-Sectumsempra. Sassy Cissy yelling at Dumbledore is hilarious, and the comfort sex is quite sweet.

wild and untamed things by nikmood (M, 90) - Perfectly captures the blend of tender and terrible that defines the Malfoys.

Barriers by Queen of the Castle (M, 2.7k) - Snarky and protective Narcissa, plus naughty voyeur Remus — yes, Remus.

A Flame Against the Cold by sky_watcher_rose (M, 1.1k) - This author crafts the most lovely atmospheres, the cold cemetery versus warm home vibes here are chef's kiss.

Dance With Me by sky_watcher_rose (M, 400) - Another one with delicious sensory vibes.

Two Shadows by sky_watcher_rose (E, 7.7k) - Several cute moments sprinkled through.

Second Chance by sky_watcher_rose (E, 20k) - Again, the irresistible vibes. This one reminds me of a Nancy Meyers film.

#rec list #fic rec #hp fanfic #drarcissa #draco x narcissa #draco malfoy #narcissa malfoy #malfoycest #blackcest #my stuff

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gothic-architecture · 5 months

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Cemetery in Osnabrück, Lower Saxony, Germany

(OS Meyer)

#gothic #gothic architecture #gothic cemetery #fall #autumn #osnabrück #lower saxony #niedersachsen #germany #deutschland

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minggelmanggel · 2 months

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Early 1960s Ramsey Reformed Church Family Directory, Titonka, Iowa - 1.3

Figure 1-3-1

Page 3 Handwritten Content:

A series of small diagonal lines written on the left of most member numbers.

119 - Long horizontal line written on the left.

119, 149, 154, 167 - Small checkmarks added to the right.

149, 154, 157, 166 - Long horizontal line written on the right.

134 - "Mrs." added.

137 - Middle initial "A" overwritten with "R".

156 - "Mrs." added.

163 - “Herman” written over the last name “Ubben", a correction of the typed first name of “Harold”.

Page 3 Typos:

113 - Typewriter strike-over “l” in “Rafdal” over letter “h”.

168 - Typewriter strike-over “I” in “Wirtjes” over letter “e”.

Page 3 Typed Content:

-3- 112. Radmaker, Mrs. John, Titonka, Iowa 113. Rafdal, Vern, Titonka, Iowa 114. Rickleffs, Melvin, Titonka, Iowa 115. Rickleffs, Vernon, Titonka, Iowa 116. Ricks, Elmer, Titonka, Iowa 117. Ricks, George, Titonka, Iowa 118. Rippentrop, George, Sr., Titonka, Iowa 119. Rippentrop, Mrs. James, Buffalo Center, Iowa 120. Rippentrop, John S., Buffalo Center, Iowa 121. Rippentrop, Raymond J., Titonka, Iowa 122. Rippentrop, Roger, Titonka, Iowa 123. Risius, Andrew, Buffalo Center, Iowa 124. Risius, Frank, Buffalo Center, Iowa 125. Risius, Harm, Buffalo Center, Iowa 126. Risius, Harold, Buffalo, Center, Iowa 127. Risius, Klaas, Buffalo Center, Iowa 128. Roskamp, Paul, Titonka, Iowa 129. Schutter, Mrs. Lena, Titonka, Iowa 130. Seefeld, Clarence, Britt, Iowa 131. Severeins, Mrs. Anna, Burt, Iowa - Maple Leaf Rest Home 132. Sleper, Albert E., Lakota, Iowa 133. Siehlmann, Bert, Forest City, Iowa 134. Siehlmann, Ben, Titonka, Iowa 135. Sleper, Dick, Buffalo Center, Iowa 136. Sleper, Evert, Titonka, Iowa 137. Sleper, John R., Titonka, Iowa 138. Sleper, John E., Titonka, Iowa 139. Smidt, Enko, Titonka, Iowa 140. Smidt, John, Titonka, Iowa 141. Smidt, Simon, Titonka, Iowa 142. Smidt, Wardden, Titonka, Iowa 143. Smidt, Warner, Jr., Titonka, Iowa 144. Smidt, Warner, Sr., Titonka, Iowa 145. Smidt, William A., Buffalo Center, Iowa 146. Smith, Arlo, Titonka, Iowa 147. Smith, Mrs. L. G., Titonka, Iowa 148. Sonnenberg, Ed, Titonka, Iowa 149. Sonnenberg, Russell, Swea City, Iowa 150. Sonnenberg, Miss Gertie, Titonka, Iowa 151. Spear, Robert, Titonka, Iowa 152. Sunken, Henry, Titonka, Iowa 153. Tapper, Donald, Buffalo Center, Iowa 154. Tapper, Mrs. Joe, Buffalo Center, Iowa 155. Tapper, Walter, Buffalo Center, Iowa 156. Tegtmeyer, Donald, Tripoli, Iowa 157. Tjaden, Mrs. George, Titonka, Iowa 158. Tjaden, Stephen, Lakota, Iowa 159. Tjarks, Herman, Titonka, Iowa 160. Ubben, Mrs. Anna, Titonka, Iowa 161. Ubben Harold, Lakota, Iowa 162. Ubben, Mrs. Hattie, Buffalo Center, Iowa 163. Ubben, Harold, Titonka, Iowa 164. Ubbe, Mrs. Johanna, Titonka, Iowa 165. Ubben, John, Buffalo Center, Iowa 166. Van Hove, Henry, Titonka, Iowa 167. Wirtjes, Alvin, Elmore, Minnesota 168. Wirtjes, Arthur, Lakota, Iowa 169. Wirtjes, Ed, Titonka, Iowa 170. Wirtjes, Herman, Lakota, Iowa

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two-sapphics-reading · 11 months

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Hello from Kate!

Hi there! I'm Kate, one half of two-sapphics-reading. I'm a playwright and novelist who writes about women and bisexuals (especially bisexual women) in all their various, wondrous, magical forms. I'm also an actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, dog-lover, and overuser of tape. Besides reading, I'm a big fan of Broadway musicals, Taylor Swift, the color yellow, sushi, plaid flannels, the bi pride flag, and coffee in all its forms. Speaking of coffee, the coffee cup is my symbol, so when you see posts marked with this ☕, that means I'm writing!

(Oh, and I have two adorable dogs. I love them with my whole heart, and you should too.)

(^ Penny and Scout!)

So who am I as a reader?

Favorite Genres: YA, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Mystery, and Plays

Favorite Books: Anything by Becky Albertalli, The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer, Nimona by ND Stevenson, Amelia Unabridged by Ashley Schumacher, Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzalez, One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, and Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas.

What I Love to Re-Read (besides my favorites!): The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli, Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, All Our Yesterdays by Cristin Terrill, and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

Favorite Themes & Tropes: Found family, time travel, writer characters, coffee shop and bookstore and theater settings, magic in the real world, friends to lovers, slow burn romances, mutual pining, well-written banter, dialogue dialogue dialogue, sunny/grumpy dynamics, golden retriever boys, fiercely-protective-I-would-kill-for-you girls, lovers in denial, retellings, heists and lovable criminals, witches and ghosts and other Halloween-y vibes.

What Gives Me the "Reading Ick:" The dog dying, insta-love, "I can change them," excusing toxic/abusive behavior, emotionally unavailable men, boring/self-absorbed protagonists, cheating, biphobia, excusing discrimination of any kind, pedantic/preachy writing, toxic masculinity, girls hating on girls for no reason.

Last Book I Read: Sorry, Bro by Taleen Voskuni (bisexual Armenian rep!)

Currently Reading:

Astrid Parker Doesn't Fall by Ashley Herring Blake (a gift from Liv!)

Orpheus Girl by Brynne Rebele-Henry

Beach Read by Emily Henry

I'm the Girl by Courtney Summers

Reviews to come soon . . . Until then, drop a comment with what you're currently reading!

Talk soon! :)

(^ picture from @hellosunnycore's TOON ME! Piccrew)

#books and reading #book blog #booknerd #reading #currently reading #sapphic #wlw #bisexual #bi #queer #lgbtq #pride month #introduction #favorite things

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labellenouvelle · 1 year

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J C MEYER JEWELER or THE LANGUAGE OF FINGER RINGS

Rare 1876 Victorian trade card - booklet for J.C. MEYER - JEWELER No. 321 Old levee Street , Between Hospital and Barracks Sts, New Orleans. Listing all the services of the jeweler including mourning hair work. Also in the booklet a rare guide to the rules of the LANGUAGE OF THE FINGER RING . Trade card opens like a book , Measures 3.25" x 2 3/8" close About J.C. MEYER Death of John C. Meyer New Orleans, La., July 30.–The funeral of John C. Meyer, head of the jewelry house of John C. Meyer & Sons, 1233 Decatur St., was held yesterday afternoon from his late residence, 544 Esplanade Ave. Mr. Meyer died on the evening of July 28. The deceased, who was 67 years old, was one of the oldest jewelers, as well as one of the most prominent business men in New Orleans. He was born in Copenhagen, Denmark, in 1835, but was brought to New Orleans by his parents as a baby and had lived in this city since he was four months old. After receiving his education at the public schools he entered on his business career at 13, became a jeweler, and built up one of the finest trades of the south. Mr. Meyer was one of the first jewelers in the city to manufacture police and other badges for local officers. About 45 years ago Mr. Meyer married Miss Wilhelmina C. Heckmann, who died about three years ago. The couple had two children, Albert L. Meyer, who was taken into partnership with his father in I898, when the firm became John C. Meyer & Son, and Mrs. W. R. Taylor. Mr. Meyer was a member of the Knights of Honor for a number of years and of other fraternal organizations. The deceased had been in ill health for three years, which confined him to his home. He became very ill a month ago and his death had been expected since that time. The services held yesterday were conducted by the Rev. J. C. Barr. and the interment was in Metairie Cemetery. Source: The Jewelers' Circular - 6th August 1902

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pesbianlanic · 1 year

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april 2023 reading

books in bold are especially recommended!

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson - 7/10. there were some beautiful lines in this book of poetry that will stick with me.

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas - 8/10. i loved the magical world of this book. i need more fiction with trans main characters.

Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel M. Lavery - 9/10. what a weird, wonderful book! james t. kirk is a beautiful lesbian. (also, please do not ask me why i’ve been vibing with books by/about transmasc ppl lately. i am not in the headspace to seriously question my gender/thoughts on transitioning 🤪)

All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 - 8/10. it's a vast improvement on anything jkr wrote. i laughed, i cried, i had a good time.

The Night Watchman by Louise Erdrich - 9/10. Erdrich has a beautiful way with words, and i enjoyed watching each of her characters throughout the book. READ THE AFTERWORD, it was the cherry on top of a wonderful read.

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu - 7/10. sapphic vampire story that inspired bram stoker’s dracula?? hell yes. read the version edited by Carmen Maria Machado for a lovely guide through an even more queer reading of the text. CW // racist description of a character in chapter 3 (it is brief, and the character does not appear again).

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher - 8/10. if i had a nickel for every time i’ve read a fungi-centric gothic horror novel, i’d have two nickels (see Mexican Gothic). which isn’t a lot, but it’s excellent that it happened twice.

The Inexplicable Logic of My Life by Benjamin Alire Sáenz - 8/10. beautiful coming of age story about grief, identity, and family.

Entangled Lives by Merlin Sheldrake - 10/10. this book is fucking fantastic. changed the way i think about myself, the world, and fungi. fungi are wild, y’all. (also, is it just me or is Merlin Sheldrake the perfect name for a guy obsessed with fungi?)

Deep Sniff: A History of Poppers and Queer Futures by Adam Zmith - 8/10. this is not quite the book i expected, and i mean that in a good way. also, i have never seen the use of QUILTBAG before reading this and. i'm here for it

The Secret History by Donna Tartt - 9/10. this story is utterly captivating. i really want to read the metahemeralism essay. we love satire about academia, classicism, and privilege!

The Art of Starving by Sam J Miller - 8/10. TW - eating disorders. i loved this book and the way it explores eating disorders in an engaging, unflinchingly honest way.

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever - 9/10. a hannigram shipper’s dream novel!

Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson - 8/10. insane world-building. colorful (hehe) and engaging story!

This One Summer by Jillian and Mariko Tamaki - 7/10. emotional, with beautiful artwork.

a book i stopped reading

Cursed by Marissa Meyer. the sequel to Gilded, which i read last month. i could not get into this. the writing (at least for the portion i read) was so repetitive. i kept waiting for the plot to start. and i still do not see the chemistry in the supposed romance. not for me, i guess. might reread The Lunar Chronicles for a palate-cleanser.

#books #jules tries to read books again #cemetery boys #atyd #carmilla #the secret history

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fridaythe13ththeseries · 1 year

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The Prophecies - Part 2

Episode Recap #54: The Prophecies - Part 2 Original Airdate: October 7, 1989

Starring: John D. LeMay as Ryan Dallion Louise Robey as Micki Foster Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak

Guest cast: Fritz Weaver as Asteroth Marie-France Lambert as Sister Adele Jean Brousseau as Father Decroux Steve Monarque as Johnny Ventura (as Steven Monarque) Tara Meyer as Chris Davis Madeleine Pageau as Sister Francis Lee J. Campbell as Mr. Burt Davis Nathaniel Moreau as Young Ryan Robert Desroches as Mr. Thorez (as Robert Des Roches) Jacques Tourangeau as Lieutenant Marceau (credit only) Jill Frappier as Elizabeth Dallion Guy Provencher as Blind Beggar Joshua Labelle as Jimmy Dallion Huguette Oligny as Housekeeper / Theresa

Written by Tom McLoughlin Directed by Tom McLoughlin

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Part 2 picks up with a recap of Part 1. Then we are back in the streets of Marie-Mere, with Micki finally finding Ryan, who seems dazed. He said he tried to get the book but was knocked out. Micki is worried, since it has been over an hour. He insists he is fine. She says they should check on Jack. Ryan wants to see Adele, but Micki says they will after seeing Jack.

Asteroth goes to a cemetery crypt. He breaks in the stone door via magic. Inside, it is a huge space. He breaks open more crypts, exposing skeletons. He tells Lucifer the place of his return awaits and laughs.

At the church. Christine and her father sit and pray. She's worried, asks him to pray for her.

Micki has been going through Jack's papers about the Book of Lucifer. She gets frustrated by Ryan just staring out the window. He says it is a waste of time, he needs to see Sister Adele. Micki says no one can see her. Ryan acts weird and then leaves.

Later, Ryan is outside the church as Asteroth reads the next prophecy. Ryan heads forward. He gets inside, upsetting the other nuns with his insistence on seeing Adele. She says it is okay, he's a friend. Ryan says he has to speak to her in private. Uneasily, Adele takes him to her room. Ryan tells her he met Asteroth. Adele knows Ryan is under Asteroth's hold and tries talking to him, then grabs her crucifix and begins praying. Decroux and the other nuns try getting into the room as the possessed Ryan attacks Adele. Asteroth speaks and laughs through Ryan, opens the door and tells Decroux that Adele is dying for her faith. Then he runs off. Decroux and the nuns find Adele and pray to God.

In an alley, Ryan is lamenting what he just did under Asteroth's control and finds the 666 on his chest. He screams.

At the hotel, Micki calls Johnny who's at Curious Goods, worried about Ryan's odd behavior. Ryan's mother shows up at the store. Johnny tries to calm Micki, who asks him to come to France. He agrees, then tells Mrs. Dallion it will be okay.

Cops bang on Micki's hotel room door, then barge inside, looking for Ryan. They take Micki with them.

Johnny talks to Ryan's mom, who is worried about him, thinking he must hate her. Johnny says Ryan loves her, and everyone deserves a second chance. She says she can't lose another son.

Ryan slips into the hospital and goes to see Jack. He begs his friend to wake up, telling he killed Adele and doesn't know why. He begins to cry, thinking his life is over now. Jack lays unconscious, Ryan asks why he couldn't help him this time. And tells Jack he needs him as he continues to sob.

Asteroth is chanting his evil prayers over a skeleton, and Ryan is again possessed, leaping out the hospital window as nurses rush in. He runs off into the night.

Next day, Micki is still being interrogated by the police. They don't believe her claims of strange events and she doesn't believe their claim that Ryan killed Adele. They won't let her leave or make a phone call.

Asteroth continue his work in the crypt, with Ryan at his mercy. He makes an upside cross on Ryan's forehead and says a child of God will be Lucifer's vessel.

That night, at a candlelight prayer vigil, Adele's body is carried through the streets. Johnny arrives via taxi and goes to the hotel, where he finds out Micki was arrested.

Ryan watches the prayer from the streets.

Johnny demands they let Micki go if they aren't charging her, and is shocked with the allegations against Ryan. He tells the detective they are leaving to look for Ryan, and they head out.

Ryan spots Christine and her father in the prayer group, and takes the girl, her father rushing after him.

Decroux begins a prayer over the body of Adele for all of those present. He tells them Satanic powers are at work to destroy their faith.

Ryan rushes with a protesting Christine as Micki and Johnny search frantically. Christine's father tries to stop Ryan, but Asteroth possesses Ryan, who tosses the man to the pavement.

Decroux continues to pray, saying Adele was killed because she was a symbol of good. He tells them they should have faith and pray. As they do, Jack has memories of what happened, what Adele had told him about her faith, and finally awakens, saying "The child."

Ryan brings Christine to Asteroth in the cemetery crypt.

Micki and Johnny still search, then go to see Jack, who is gone from the hospital.

Asteroth continues to read from his book, as Christine prays on her own. Asteroth tells her Lucifer is the true ruler, but she is brave and keeps praying. Asteroth uses his magic to heal her legs for Lucifer's arrival.

Jack finds Christine's injured father, who tells him Ryan took Christine. Micki and Johnny come upon the men, thrilled to see Jack. Micki fills Jack in on what she read, and Jack realizes the place of the dead mentioned must be the cemetery. Before dying, her dad asks them to save Christine.

Asteroth continues his plan to bring Lucifer to Earth. Asteroth has Ryan pull Christine to her feet, to show her what his faith in Lucifer has done for her. She can now stand on her own and walk. Christine listens to Asteroth, but refuses to praise Lucifer, so Asteroth makes her legs give out.

Decroux and the crowd continue to pray, as wind begins to blow.

Ryan is forced to hold Christine down as Asteroth works to use the Book to bring forth his master. He picks up a sharp skeleton bone, and says since she won't accept Lucifer, he will kill her and Lucifer will be resurrected in her body. He lifts the bone over her.

Jack, Micki and Johnny race through the cemetery looking for Asteroth and Ryan.

Christine appeals to Ryan, trying to get through to him. He looks at her and is flooded with memories of his late brother. Just as Asteroth brings the bone down, Ryan screams and puts his body between it and Christine, Asteroth stabbing him in the back. Micki, Jack and Johnny arrive at the same moment. Ryan, out of Asteroth's control, asks Christine to pray for him before falling to the ground.

His body is wracked in pain and transforms into young Ryan. Asteroth says the prophecy has been fulfilled, thinking Ryan will be the vessel for Lucifer.

At the funeral vigil, wind blows and a bright light appears in the sky. All are in awe.

The light even reaches the crypt, worrying Asteroth, who is burned reaching for the Book after struggling with Johnny. Christine stands in the light. Jack rushes to her. Asteroth stumbles to avoid the light. Jack finds the unconscious boy on the ground and picks him up. Micki is confused. Asteroth again tries for the book but it bursts into flames, then he does as well. He thrashes about before turning into his demon form and exploding. Micki holds the boy, and Christine says they must get him to the shrine.

They get to the shrine, still bathed in the bright light. Ryan begins to thrash about. Decroux prays over him, hoping to rid him of the influence of Satan. Christine kneels and prays to the Blessed Mother, asking them to return Ryan to what is God's will. A visage of a woman appears, the light becomes blinding and Ryan screams.

The light dims and fades away, and the boy lies calm. Jack talks to Ryan, who asks who he is. Ryan remembers Jack as a friend of Uncle Lewis. Christine introduces herself, but Ryan doesn't recall her. She thanks him. Ryan asks where his mother is. Christine tells Decroux that the Blessed Mother wants her to stay, and the Shrine waters flow again. Ryan asks if Micki is okay. She tries to get him to remember her, but all he can recall is a cousin named Micki, with red hair. They hug.

Back in the airport in the US, they all arrive home. Ryan runs off, Jack says he didn't say anything to Mrs. Dallion because it would be hard to explain. She is there, waving at them. Ryan comes up to her, calling her mom, but at first she thinks he's looking for someone else. Then she recognizes the boy her son used to be. Ryan says she looks different. She is shocked and Jack tells her this is Ryan, as hard as it is to believe. Micki tells Ryan she recognizes him, but he looks a little different. He says she is still the prettiest mom in the world, and them embrace, as Jack, Micki and Johnny look on.

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My thoughts:

As I said last week, this is written and directed by Tom McLoughlin, who was the man behind Friday the 13th: Part VI - Jason Lives!, one of my favorite in the film series. He did a great job in opening the third season, while finding a creative way to write out - but not kill off - Ryan. I commend and thank him for that.

I remember the first time I watched this episode. I had graduated high school around the same time as the season two finale. Was working nights now, and was harder for me to be there each late Saturday night. I recorded this and watched it a few days - maybe weeks? - after it had aired. Like I said, no pre-information. It was, to me, just the season three opener. Little did I know.

Ryan becoming possessed and killing Adele is so much. But, as it was with weekly shows, you assume they will somehow over come this. Ryan won't be sent to prison! Then he sacrifices himself for Christine, and you think this will either wound him and also redeem him or kill him. But he's back for season three, they won't kill him off.

Imagine my - and other fans - shock. Ryan is turned back in to a child… and stays that way! Yeah, he isn't killed off. But LeMay is gone? What does all this mean? I was stunned. Ryan and Micki were so big to me as a lonely, awkward teen. How could Ryan be gone from this group?

We had no answers this week. Just this ambiguous end. I remember after watching this, going to let my dog out and just standing, looking out at the bare trees and feeling the end of something. Like I said, I'd graduated and was working. I'd begun to miss episodes of the show and had to play catch up. It all just felt like an end had begun for something that had been so special and important to me. And I had no clue what the future held, for Ryan, for Micki and Jack, and in my life, for me. A weird, very personal, nexus point of life, I guess.

Johnny, as we know now, took over the younger male lead role. They play Johnny here a little different than before. Less harsh and horny, and more friendly and helpful. I don't mind Johnny, but Ryan was irreplaceable.

The religious motifs here are huge, and it makes sense. The show always focused on the demonic and Satanic, so it was interesting to see the flipside of that. But, I have to wonder if this big season opener, with God, and prayer, and nuns and Lucifer combined with airing in more prime time slots, opened the door for more tight ass religious zealots to see and condemn the show. Is it a coincidence that this ended up being the final season?

All in all, a great big movie of a season opener, with the show's status quo truly shaken up. Glad Ryan was left alive, for a possible return. Never happened, unfortunately. Only in my fanfic. Maybe I'll share that one day, if anyone would care to read it.

Good-bye, Ryan.

Next week: Demon Hunter

#ryan dallion #john d. lemay #micki foster #robey #louise robey #chris wiggins #jack marshak #johnny ventura #steven monarque #lucifer #asteroth #the book of lucifer #book of lucifer #season three #episode recap #tom mcloughlin

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cosmiccannibalcamille · 2 years

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Halloween HORRORscopes

Published in The Haven

If you’re curious about what's in store for your sign this Halloween, you’re in luck: I’ve got your hair-raising, spine-tingling, painstakingly punny, Dad-joke-laden horoscope forecasts for All Hallow's Eve.

ENJOY!

Aries ♈

A la The Addams Family, you’re preoccupied with everything eerie. Skeletons, mummies, and spirits are at the top of the list, but hoodoo and magic could also call out to you. A seance at a cemetery could be just the thing to cure your craving for the odd and macabre…

Taurus ♉

Trick-or-treating is a thing of the past. This time around, you and your screammates should throw a party on Elm Street (that’s where Freddy Kreuger lives). While you’re at it, invite Jason Voorhees, Michael Meyers, and Chucky. From what I hear, when these three are at a party, they slayyyyy…

Gemini ♊

Grab your broomstick, slap on your pointy hat and light those candles, because your daily routine is in for a witchy makeover. You’re eschewing the mundanity of muggle life for banishing hexes, summoning spells, potions and sigils. And literally all you want to watch is Harry Potter and Hocus Pocus…

Cancer ♋

Costume idea: A werewolf! You’ve already got that changeling thing down pat, but it’ll be a fun change of pace to unleash your inner beast and howl at the moon-- if only for a fright night. If going out isn’t your bag, consider staying in and binge-watching werewolf horror movies…

Leo ♌

Living dead are coming to your haunted house for a grim night in. Bats, black cats, cobwebs and voodoo dolls provide the perfect atmosphere for a oujia board seance. Of course, you and your undead friends could also prowl through a graveyard and tell ghost stories until dawn. Your choice…

Virgo ♍

Vampires, boogeymen and hellions are taking over your streets, but there’s no need to freak. Elvira, Mistress of the Damned, is a Virgo and she never lets any hellions mess with her. So, repeat after me: I’m a horrible hag and no hellion, ghoul, goblin or ogre can mess with me…

Libra ♎

Listen to them, the children of the night. Be they poltergeist, warlock or banshee, they’re shrieking for you to join them in a Halloween spook spree. Sharpen your fangs, don your cape and get ready to scary the living sh** out of your dorm, because these cursed companions mean business…

Scorpio ♏

Spiders are a good source of protein, so throw a few in your cauldron. The magic potion may not list spiders as a main ingredient, but you’re a crafty witch and you can do as you please. Besides, arachnids balance the bitterness of boomslang skin and newt eye quite nicely…

Sagittarius ♐

Spirits of the dead (both literally and figuratively) may rise from the grave and haunt you all day and night. Like zombies, these invisible phantoms seek to feed on your head and heart. The panacea to this paranormal problem isn’t sleep-- dreams are where they get ya --but direct confrontation…

Capricorn ♑

Count Chocula has a coven of monstrous pals-- Boo Berry, Franken Berry, The Swirled Ghost --and they’re always down for a Halloween bash. You should do as the Count does: get out of your coffin, call your fright night fam and troll the town for a creepy bash to crash… (I hear Taurus is throwing a rager over on Elm Street.)

Aquarius ♒

Ancient apparitions (otherwise known as wraiths) could come knocking on the door of your tomb / casket / catacomb. Who you gonna call? Um, Ghostbusters, duh. They’ll blast those spectres back into the past. But watch out: they might splatter ectoplasm all over the place and that goo is hard to clean up…

Pisces ♓

Pumpkins become jack-o-lanterns when humans cut out their innards and carve shapes into their flesh. From their gooey guts rise their souls, this is well known in Gourd lore. You might want to familiarize yourself with this and other Halloween myths, or just go make a myth of your own…