#amlet

[caffeacolazione]

Simboli di Gennaio

Essere o non essere

To be or not to be

#essere o non essere #amleto #amlet

[hate-letmetellyou]

*Sal scoops up AMs shrunken body mischievously* "There is my dearly beloved munchkin! Wanna join me and Julia and Tau in going to the local park?"(AM has his own body, just shrunken to AMlet size)

There was murder in his eyes as he growled at her.

"I don't know how Tau puts up with you. However, my utter disgust with you does not outweigh my desire for fresh air, dear sister. Yes, take me to the park."

Secretly he had eyed a bag of candy Tau had and was hoping to sit next to him in the car.

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais

#ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #am #verse: multiverse madness #amlet

[steinbit]

speaking of artfight it's funny that im joining team werewolf when the main oc ive been working on to upload is a vampire teehee

#i mean ive been planning to upload them for Literal Years now seeing as i made them back in like.. . . 2017 ??? ? #ive just never gotten around to draw them a proper ref #i mean i still haven't but i made some quick sketches just to have SOMETHING to post orz #anyways Amlet one day im gonna make u the ref u deserve 💔 #does fish make noise??

[balu8]

Sebastian Fiumara: Hawkgirl

Source: Samuel Amlet (comicartfans)

Hawkgril A3 commission by Sebastian FIUMARA, in samuel amiet's commissions Comic Art Gallery Room (comicartfans.com)

#sebastian fiumara #hswkgirl #commission #art #comics #dc comics

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬/𝐨

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

SFW🌿

⭑ So, she ended up breaking it off with Edward. Or he never came back in New Moon. That was because, during the time that he was away, Bella made that friendship with Jacob, but she also met you. 

⭑ Nothing romantic happened, actually. Not for a year. (Yeah I know, slow burn...)

⭑ Bella saw you as a friend, a neighbour. Someone that came over from time to time to hang out. You weren’t on her foremind for a while. 

⭑ Not until she had a huge fight with Jacob - 

⭑ Where her curiosity for the supernatural was too much for him, and he snapped at her 

⭑ Bella was offended, and upset that her desire for this whole other world, was shut down

⭑ She came to you, and ranted about it (you grew up in Forks, so you knew all about the supernatural, and the wolves. You came from a long line of witches) 

⭑ You consoled her. Because you completely understood - our curiosity is such a big factor in witchcraft. Without it, what would be the point of being a witch? 

⭑ She went home that day, with a new perception of you 

⭑ Someone who was more important in her life now 

⭑ And from there, she hung out with you a LOT. There wasn’t more than a day where she wouldn’t see you

⭑ Bella became interested in witchcraft, and wanted to learn 

⭑ And so, Bella became a witch

⭑ There are a lot of protection spells, especially around Charlie’s house. 

⭑ There would still be the threat of Victoria, but the wolves along with your magic, would keep Bella safe. 

⭑ Her favourite witch-book is the ‘5000 spells’ by Juika Illes

⭑ She actually loves astrology, and asks Charlie exactly when and where he was born

     “And the time too-”

“Why the time Bella?”

       “I just need ... the time ...the exact time.” 

⭑ Being with you means that Bella actually gets a normal life while being close to the supernatural. It’s a win-win

⭑ She wants to learn tarot reading, but feels as if she’s not too good at it 

⭑ Oh but she LOVES having many jars of various herbs’ angelica, cloves, frankincense, dandelion, bay leaves etc

⭑ And there are so many plants - especially when you do move in together. There are plants EVERYWHERE; potted plants, but also outside there’s a flower, herb and vegetable garden. Bella learns that she has a green thumb. 

⭑ Maybe you stay in Forks, or maybe you go travelling together? And you both wear protection amlets

⭑ Gifting her some crystals and she loves labradorite, mookaite and lepodolite 

⭑ You introduce her to witchy movies; ‘The Craft,’ ‘Practical Magic,’ ‘

⭑ Any movies, media or literature with Vampires are a bit touchy with Bella. But overtime, she finds them humorous

⭑ She makes up with Jake, and it becomes a love triangle because he thinks Bella should be with him. 

⭑ But you put Jake in his place. 

⭑ Autumn/Fall is Bella’s favourite, because she’ll jump to put on Gilmore Girls or Practical Magic, light some candles and make some hot chocolate for the both of you 

⭑ She loves spells about protection, better dreams(!) and healing: 

(source: https://servantofthefates.tumblr.com/)

Theme Song: 

‘Spellbound’ by Siouxsie and the Banshees

Relationship Tropes: 

Moon (mysterious, night-person, creative, introverted) (Bella) x Star (individual/unique, curious, hopeful, imaginative) (You)

Initially Distant but Turns Into Mutual Pining 

Aggressively Supportive  

#bella swan #bella swan headcanon #dating bella swan would include #bella swann #isabella marie swan #twilight #twilight headcanons #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight revival #spells #witchcraft #witch #witchy #protection spell

[hapalopus]

It's really funny that the tourist agencies advertise Kronborg Castle as "Hamlet's castle" when the real life King Amlet (yes, Amlet, not Hamlet) probably never even set foot on Zealand. It's like Bran Castle in Romania, except at least Vlad Tepes actually saw that castle.

[s-s-sand]

Hi there! I'm here with Amlet

#artists on tumblr #character art #my art #original character #comics #иллюстрация #character #illustration #gay #transgender #traditional art #my post #mine #my oc stuff #artist support #smoking is bad #art #artwork #s-s-sand art

[the-haunted-office]

24. "It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level."(AMlet to Doomsday, crack galore if you want lmao)

"Why, because your thinking is upside down? Loser," Doom retorts and blows raspberries at him. "I can help you with the headache, though, if you'd like. Just bend over."

She then moves to shove her boot up his ass, unless he moves away quickly enough.

#drchandras sanctuary for ais #these two idiots xD

[wizerdraws]

The Study of Trey. Part 2: System and Planets.

Here is a diagram (almost to scale) of the Corian System! Trey ain't the only one around this sun.

Num is just a Jupiter with Pluto's orbital inclination and Mourm is a Neptune with an elliptical orbit. Sharik gets bullied by the others planets and changes orbits frequently. The entire reason the events of Apotheosis happened is because Alchemist failed a manned mission to Amlet and left the shades there to dissolve, without Trey's void magic

#apotheosis #the study of trey

[common-grackle]

youll never guess what i started reading today

DOES IT START WITH AN H AND END WITH AN AMLET

[vanellygal]

"Hey fuck-wad, who are you? I haven't seen you around here before, but somehow you give me major deja vu vibes" (AMlet meets AMsel)

The redhead whipped his head around to face AMlet. "Excuse me?!". He grabbed onto AMlet's shirt, and hoisted him up. "I am not a fuck-wad, you oompa loompa!". He growled in anger. Then he noticed AMlet's eyes, and they matched his own.

"Wait, you're-". He released AMlet, and took a moment to process. "...By Gosh, you're the second me I've met today.". He paused for a moment. "Is every other version of me short?!". He complained, and threw his hands in the air to over exaggerate. "Since you really wanted to know, I'm Amsel.". He huffed, and crossed his arms.

"I am not from here, I just happened to be venturing on my own. Is that crime?.". AMsel sassed. "Now pretell, where exactly..am I?". He glanced about.

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais

#AMsel #drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais #aaaayyyyyeeee #rp

[hoard-apothecary]

current name hoard

bolded - italics - tiny favoured - if close - trying out/uncertain

deet, ryn, tai, yuze, yufei, xiyang

ahsoka, alice, alison, abi, babs, bloom, beau, bunnie, bee/bea, chel, cassandra, ciel, corrin, claire, coraline, crybaby, donnie/donatello, el/ellie/eleven, emily, jess, jane, keyleth, katie, kim, kris, kiri, london, layla, lena, maine, mae, matthew, mono, poppy, powder, rene, stolas, soundwave, serene, serena, serenity, sol, tracer, tex, valkyrie, 479er

astre, aether, arsenic, astronaut/astro, crescent, cel, crypt, curse, crux, conjure, catra, callum, domino, douxie, draculin, dixie, diem, dusk, dawn, day, dray, deco, emika, edmund, eos, estes, fleece, gwen, gallery, harley, hiccup, haze, jinx, katniss, kori/koriand'r, katze, koi, korra, klause, kinley/kinley, kikimora, killian, luka, luz, lux, lamb, lune, link, lou, lev, len, mishka, milan, meg/megaera, marceline, marshall lee, mori, melanie, noctum, omen, pour, prismane, porter, pidge, river styx, ryot/riot, robin, rachel, rune, spyro, sunny, stray, sigrune, teth/tethlani, tanya, vida, verta, vapour, wilt,

arseni, aarik, alita, askell, arice, amlet, artourious, bridges/bridger, bailey, caprice, dema, dragomir, deimos, die, dice, deming, daoming emmet, eon, era, eiri, eira, fion/fione, faolan, folke, fiske, fai, ilya, juncai, jiayi, kol, kole, kallen, kestrel, keir, kreed, kyre, kyne, kynar, luca, lane/lain, lei, liang, liu, lan, ming, max, mischa/misha, merrik, malik, phaelyn, parker, peller, riff, runa, rory, runar, royko/rojko, rhys/reece, ru, shen sokka/sokah, sakki, stas, velik, valen, vedun, wren, ye,

for certain people only:

bf/raf: oliver, pixie

atari/wonder: fishy, feifei, vapoureon, yuyu,

molly: kitcat/kitkat

vax: (little) dove, butterfly

yasha: petals

wire: panty

apollo: sho (shoto)

crow: little light

joker: sugar

dick: baby bat

asra: little apprentice

#name hoard #to be updated #for pinned

[boyakishantriage]

"Lower the knives."

"Kevno, candevé"

The crowd froze, the pair's seperate responses. One with a gun raised. The other with three swords visible on her.

"Mokova-"

"Hands in the air-"

A Kris embedded itself into his hand, slamming the man's gun flying across the room.

"Flama."

His hand cauterised, the gash just barely missing slicing his shoulder off.

"How-"

"Quit your bitching before I cut that pretty neck of yours."

"Threatening-"

"Who brought a long ranged weapon into stabbing range?"

"..."

"Let me talk. Captain."

"Maska, unvo."

"Numen?"

"Triage."

"Hah, Triage nowe paquin."

"nemö amlet?"

"... What're you doing-"

She silently stabbed his thigh. Ignoring her senior as she swiveled the blade at her neck.

"Envy, coda 45j."

"... eh, ayo pergi."

The ground grumbled, muttering in Indonesian as she flicks the blood of her knife.

"Sorry about that."

"What the hell did you do?"

"Talked to a member."

"Of what?"

"Weird box."

"Member of-"

"Should I open the cursed box. Or will the dumbass stop asking stupid questions?"

"... How do you know it's cursed?"

#tag #Triage #4 #Lore shit

[corydon8]

GABRIEL SPENSER

ACTEUR.

Sa mère fut une fille, nommée Flum, qui tenait une petite salle basse au fond de Rotten-row, dans Picked-hatch. Un capitaine, aux doigts chargés de bijoux en cuivre, et deux galants, vêtus de pourpoints lâches, venaient la voir après souper. Elle logeait trois demoiselles, dont les noms étaient Poll, Doll et Moll, et qui ne pouvaient supporter l’odeur du tabac. Aussi montaient-elles fréquemment se mettre au lit, et des gentilshommes polis les accompagnaient, après leur avoir fait boire un verre de vin d’Espagne tiède, afin de dissiper la vapeur des pipes. Le petit Gabriel se tenait accroupi sous le manteau de la cheminée pour voir rôtir les pommes qu’on jetait dans les pots de bière. Des acteurs venaient là aussi, qui avaient les apparences les plus diverses. Ils n’osaient paraître dans les grandes tavernes où allaient les compagnies entretenues. Certains parlaient en style de fanfaronnade ; d’autres ânonnaient comme des idiots. Ils caressaient Gabriel qui apprit d’eux des vers brisés de tragédie et des plaisanteries rustiques de scène. On lui donna un morceau de drap cramoisi, à frange dédorée, avec un masque de velours et un vieux poignard de bois. Ainsi il paradait tout seul devant l’âtre, brandissant un tison en manière de torche, et sa mère Flum balançait son triple menton par l’admiration qu’elle avait de son enfant précoce.

Les acteurs l’emmenèrent au Rideau Vert, dans Shoreditch, où il trembla devant les accès de rage du petit comédien qui écumait en hurlant le rôle de Jeronymo. On y voyait aussi le vieux roi Leir, avec sa barbe blanche déchirée, qui s’agenouillait pour demander pardon à sa fille Cordellia ; un clown imitait les folies de Tarleton, et un autre enveloppé d’un drap de lit terrifiait le prince Amlet. Sir John Oldcastle faisait rire tout le monde par son gros ventre, surtout quand il prenait à la taille l’hôtesse qui lui permettait de chiffonner la pique de son bonnet et de glisser ses gros doigts dans le sac de bougran qu’elle attachait à sa ceinture. Le Fou chantait des chansons que l’Idiot ne comprenait jamais, et un clown en bonnet de coton passait à tout moment la tête par le rideau fendu, au fond de l’estrade, pour faire des grimaces. Il y avait encore un jongleur avec des singes et un homme habillé en femme qui, à l’idée de Gabriel, ressemblait à sa mère Flum. À la fin des pièces, les bedeaux à verge venaient lui mettre une robe de gros bleu et criaient qu’ils allaient le porter à Bridewell.

Quand Gabriel eut quinze ans, les acteurs du Rideau Vert remarquèrent qu’il était beau et délicat et qu’il pourrait jouer les rôles de femmes et de jeunes filles. Flum lui peignait ses cheveux noirs qui étaient rejetés en arrière ; il avait la peau très fine, les yeux grands, les sourcils hauts, et Flum lui avait percé les oreilles pour y pendre deux fausses perles doubles. Il entra donc dans la compagnie du duc de Nottingham, et on lui fit des robes de taffetas et de damas, avec des paillettes, de drap d’argent et de drap d’or, des corsages lacés et des perruques de chanvre à longues boucles. On lui apprit à se peindre dans la salle à répétitions. D’abord il rougit en montant sur l’estrade ; puis il minauda pour répondre aux galanteries. Poll, Doll et Moll, que Flum amena, tout affairée, déclarèrent avec de grands rires que c’était tout justement une femme et voulurent le délacer après la pièce. Elles le ramenèrent dans Picked-hatch, et sa mère lui fit mettre une de ses robes pour le montrer au capitaine, qui lui fit mille protestations en moquerie et feignit de lui passer au doigt un vilain anneau surdoré où était enchâssée une escarboucle de verre.

Les meilleurs camarades de Gabriel Spenser étaient William Bird, Edward Juby et les deux Jeffes. Ceux-ci entreprirent, un été, d’aller jouer dans les bourgs de la campagne avec des acteurs errants. Ils voyagèrent dans une voiture couverte d’une bâche, où ils couchaient la nuit. Sur la route de Hammersmith, un soir, ils virent sortir du fossé un homme qui leur présenta le canon d’un pistolet.

— Votre argent ! dit-il. Je suis Gamaliel Ratsey, par la grâce de Dieu voleur de grand chemin, et je n’aime pas à attendre.

À quoi les deux Jeffes répondirent, en gémissant :

— Nous n’avons point d’argent, Votre Grâce, sinon ces paillettes de cuivre et ces pièces de camelot teint, et nous sommes de pauvres acteurs errants comme Votre Seigneurie elle-même.

— Acteurs ? s’écria Gamaliel Ratsey. Voilà qui est admirable. Je ne suis pas un rafleur, ni un coquin, et je suis ami des spectacles. Si je n’avais un certain respect pour le vieux Derrick qui saurait bien me traîner sur l’échelle et me faire dodeliner de la tête, je ne quitterais pas le bord de la rivière, et les joyeuses tavernes à drapeaux, où vous autres, mes gentilshommes, vous avez coutume d’exposer tant d’esprit. Soyez donc les bienvenus. La soirée est belle. Dressez votre estrade et jouez-moi votre meilleur spectacle. Gamaliel Ratsey vous écoutera. Ce n’est pas ordinaire. Vous pourrez le raconter.

— Cela va nous coûter des feux, dirent timidement les deux Jeffes.

— Feux ? dit noblement Gamaliel — que me parlez-vous de feux ? Je suis ici le roi Gamaliel, comme Elizabeth est reine dans la Cité. Et je vous traiterai en roi. Voilà quarante shillings.

Les acteurs descendirent, tremblants.

— Plaise à Votre Majesté, dit Bird, que faudra-t-il jouer ?

Gamaliel réfléchit, et regarda Gabriel.

— Ma foi, dit-il, une belle pièce pour cette demoiselle, et bien mélancolique. Elle doit être charmante en Ophelia. Il y a des fleurs de digitale ici auprès — de vrais doigts de mort. Amlet, voilà ce que je veux. J’aime assez les humeurs de cette composition. Si je n’étais Gamaliel, je jouerais volontiers Amlet. Allez, et ne vous trompez pas dans les coups d’escrime, mes excellents Troyens, mes vaillants Corinthiens !

On alluma les lanternes. Gamaliel considéra le drame avec attention. Après la fin, il dit à Gabriel Spenser :

— Belle Ophelia, je vous dispense du compliment. Vous pouvez partir, acteurs du roi Gamaliel. Sa Majesté est satisfaite.

Puis il disparut dans l’ombre.

Comme la voiture se mettait en marche, à l’aube, on le vit de nouveau qui barrait le chemin, pistolet au poing.

— Gamaliel Ratsey, voleur de grand’route, dit-il, vient reprendre les quarante shillings du roi Gamaliel. Allons, vite. Merci pour le spectacle. Décidément, les humeurs d’Amlet me plaisent infiniment. Belle Ophelia, toute ma courtoisie.

Les deux Jeffes, qui gardaient l’argent, le rendirent par force. Gamaliel salua et partit au galop.

Sur cette aventure, la troupe rentra dans Londres. On raconta qu’un voleur avait failli enlever Ophelia en robe et en perruque. Une fille nommée Pat King, et qui venait souvent au Rideau Vert, affirma qu’elle n’en était point surprise. Elle avait la figure grasse et la taille ronde. Flum l’invita, pour lui faire connaître Gabriel. Elle le trouva mignon et l’embrassa tendrement. Puis elle revint souvent. Pat était l’amie d’un ouvrier briquetier que son métier ennuyait et qui avait l’ambition de jouer au Rideau Vert. Il se nommait Ben Jonson, et il était fort orgueilleux de son éducation, étant clerc, et ayant quelques connaissances en latin. C’était un homme grand et carré, couturé de scrofule, et dont l’œil droit était plus haut que le gauche. Il avait la voix forte et grondeuse. Ce colosse avait été soldat aux Pays-Bas. Il suivit Pat King, saisit Gabriel à la peau du cou, et le traîna aux champs de Hoxton, où le pauvre Gabriel dut lui faire face, une épée à la main. Flum lui avait secrètement glissé une lame plus longue de dix pouces. Elle passa dans le bras de Ben Jonson. Gabriel eut le poumon traversé. Il mourut sur l’herbe. Flum courut chercher les constables. On porta Ben Jonson tout jurant à Newgate. Flum espérait qu’il serait pendu. Mais il récita ses psaumes en latin, fit voir qu’il était clerc, et on le marqua seulement à la main avec un fer rouge.

#poetry #marcel schwob #vies imaginaires

[girls-of-the-old-country]

Let’s Get A Little Conversation Between them. I’ll Ask a Question. Which Hamlet in the park is the best?

Banbury Cross: Well it’s obviously mine. I mean, I’m the first and last land all the lots of guests walk through. And I must say, the chaps at Union Snacks are pretty excellent at their job.

Heatherdowns: Sgrudal! Ye don’t even have any rides except that stupid theater. I clearly have the hamlet with the stables filled with bonny clydesdales and Tweedside Train Station.

Aquitaine: Well, you don’t ‘ave any rides eizer, ‘Eatherdowns. Except for zat crotchety old coaster zat would break moi’s delicate back. Plus, do you not realize zhe best ‘amlet needs some class, no?

Hastings: Thoust do not need any rides! Only a faire and village like thine has to wow the peoples! That is what made thine hamlet and ye Threadneedle Faire the greatest!

Rhinefeld: Und yet you still lost both of zose when zhat ginger Killarney and zhe zoologist came around. I, however, have kept mein land, und even got a vonderful roller coaster zhat got me into skiing.

Killarney: Now Rhinefeld, I have nothing against ol’ Hastings, but for bein’ the best hamlet, ya better go to mine’s Grogan’s Pub with stouts a ‘housand times better than what frothy trash ya drink.

Oktoberfest: Hey! Mein schnapps are da best beers in da entirety of da park! Und I have da most rides per land as vell! I am clearly da best! Oans, zwoa, drei, g'suffa! Live und let live!

San Marco: You don’t-a need the most-a rides, you ubriaca. Just-a lovely-a gardens and-a great food-a. Take my-a Garden of-a Inventions and-a my old-a Ristorante Della Piazza.

Festa Italia: But what one needs to be the greatest hamlet is to have the most roller-coasters. We, as in I, have 3, and thus we is the best. We think it is settled whose hamlet is the best.

Sesame Street Forest of Fun: What about me?

Jack Hanna’s Wildlife Reserve: And me?

Timberwood Village: Well, Sesame, you are a disconnected kid’s area. And Hanna, you were left oot of the map and your land was combined with Killarney. Neither of you really coont, eh?

Sesame Street Forest of Fun: Ok.

Jack Hanna’s Wildlife Reserve: **** you, flannel.

#busch gardens #europe #personification #fandom

[letters-to-tension]

Dier Tenshun,

Aftr ye snt yer scroll on tae me, I went an mat tha prncs o yers. Fr sme rezon, hr gards trd t stp me bt I wnt past em an she sed she ws gnna pey me f I hlp.

Pieright lad ye menshuned in our tawks ws thre two. Thot he wud b talr. n ye dint tel me he wuz a coppr.

Dint met Fetver or Sfetlana, but we got cmpny frm a pgsus cald Torndo Trblnce n a younicrn cald Sharight.

Selesdia wasne very impresd wif us, bud she sed she wans us t go t grifonya wish is wer grifns com frm.

She sed tha th grifn empror wans t fite sum ponys who liv nex t th grifns, an she wans us t stp tht.

She also sed tha th buk ye fund on yer kwest wif Pieright ws stolen an tkn t grifonya by sum cltists wh liv ther. Sed dey r de mane grup.

Prntl sum unded kilt al de grifn kngdoms dere wen Selesdia faught hr sista n dey mai hab bin sent by dat clt.

Ekwus Mlus mae b bak.

Da clt xsts cuz Tennybrigh dint liek dat Stahswurl da breaded ws bettr dan hm.

Stahswurl assembled da Pillahs f Ekwestrya n dey evntly fund Selesdia n hr sistah. Tennybrigh an Stahswurl bof wntd t tiech da sistahs, bud Stahswurl bekem th tiechr an rgnt. Tennybrigh wus a soar loosah.

We saw hm kll too gards bt Selesdia dint do a fing. I fink we saw sumfing liek a memry. Siems he wsnt skared f th pillahs He cld bekom smok. Stahswurl n th pillahs trighd t prtct th prnceses bt wsnt abl t stp hm.

Tennybrigh hd a fncy nklase he cld th alikorn amlet he sed he maed.

Stahswurl n th pillahs n Tennybrigh wear fitin in sum kinda sndy plaes.

Stahswurl n th pillahs shod Tennybrigh wif a ranebow n he ws blstd awae. Stijyan ws hrt an Stahswurl dint liek tht.

Tennybrigh bekam Ekwus Mlus.

n now hes bak n raisin an armee. Selesdia gaev us a pies f papr t git wht we wanned, and Torn an Pieright ran of sumwear befour comin bak. Pieright brogt us t th gard hous n dey gav us sum healin potion Thy tuk us to a crt plld by sum gards n they flew awae wif us. We arived at a town kald Tal tael, an intradu intractio we tol each ofer our naems n wo we r. Sharight hs t do sum fings cuz o her rligin. We wer sposed tae met sumun cald Ruff Sees

We askd th pones arond twn were t fnd em We fund th hippcmps n Ruff Sees. Th hippcmps is a ship. No onna thm wooly uns, onna thm big wood fings wht ponys use t travl the sees.

We wnt on th ship an we wnt of t se th wurld.

Yer mate,

Wntrbrees

#Session 1 #Wee Mad Winterbreeze