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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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The Six Pillars; Masterlist #3~

Welcome to my second temple~! Here is the rest of the Masterlist I couldn’t fit on my first one~! This is, in all honesty, this writing apocalypse’s peak!

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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer~❤️

❤️🩷 Tanjiro and Kanao: Rotting Fruit

💚 Gyutaro: Polkadots

💙 Muichiro: Palace of Stars

🩷💜 Mitsuri and Shinobu: I Hate You

🧡 Kyojuro: A Second Peek

💙❤️ Muichiro and Yoriichi: The Sound of Silence

❤️ Yoriichi: Terminal Heartbreak

💙 Aizetsu: Save Your Tears

💙💜❤️ Obanai, Muichiro and Yoriichi: Riding Dominant

💙 Muichiro: Pop Stan

💜 Genya: Flirts and Blurts

💛 Zenitsu: A New Leash

💜 Obanai: Matching Problems

💙 Muichiro: Fifth Breakup

💙 Muichiro: Meet and Greet

💜 Obanai: Love and Fauna

❤️ Tengen: Short and Distraught

💙💙❤️ Giyuu, Muichiro and Tengen: First Peck

🧡💙🩷 Kyojuro, Muichiro and Mitsuri: Acting Grand

💙 Muichiro: Buddy Clouds

🩷💚 Daki and Gyutaro: Danger Alley

❤️💙 Tengen and Giyuu: Stealing Hearts

❤️ Tanjiro: Friendly Spirit

🩷💚 Daki and Gyutaro: Gingerbread Men

🧡 Senjuro: Ditzy Mind

💙 Muichiro: Furry Jealousy

❤️💜 Tanjiro and Genya: One-Two Punch

❤️ Yoriichi: Forever Mine

🧡💜🩷 Kyojuro, Obanai and Mitsuri: The Winter Solider

💙 Muichiro: NSFW Alphabet

❤️ Kaigaku: Arousal Notes

💙 Giyuu: Water and Land

❤️ Kaigaku: Wits Make All

💙 Muichiro: Timid Kitten

🌈 Douma: Down, Slave

❤️💜 Yoriichi and Michikatsu: Wealthy Life

💙💜💙 Giyuu, Obanai and Muichiro: Multi-Voices

❤️ Muzan: Fluffy Cuffs

💜❤️ Michikatsu and Yoriichi: Vampiric Dreams

💙💜 Giyuu and Obanai: Golden Moon

❤️💜 Tanjiro and Genya: Teamup

💜🧡 Genya and Senjuro: Tug of War

❤️ Muzan: Loyal Second

💙💚❤️ Giyuu, Sanemi and Tengen: Little Runaway

❤️💜 Yoriichi and Michikatsu: Aqua Heart

💜 Kokushibo: Surprises After Surprises

💜🌈❤️ Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza: String Prodigy

💛 Urogi: A Noisey Snuggle

❤️🧡💜 Tanjiro, Senjuro and Michikatsu: Lapis Tears

❤️ Kamaboko Squad: Picnic Hell

❤️💜 Yoriichi and Michikatsu: Twin Duo

💛 Urogi: Growing Spurt

❤️❤️ Tanjiro and Kaigaku: Black Soul

💙 Muichiro: New Feeling

💜💙❤️ Obanai, Muichiro and Kaigaku: Angel Amongst Us

🌈Douma: Teasing and Playing

💜 Obanai: Brat Taming

💜 Obanai: Mistakes and Fantasies

🩷💜 Mitsuri and Shinobu: Endless Devotion

🧡 Senjuro: Star Heart

💙 Giyuu: Blue Lagoon

💙💙 Giyuu and Muichiro: Gloomy Day

❤️💛 Tanjiro and Zenitsu: Sick Mockery

💚💙🧡 Sanemi, Giyuu and Kyojuro: Shocking Discovery

💙💙💜 Muichiro, Giyuu and Obanai: Infinite Passion

💜❤️🧡 Obanai, Tengen and Kyojuro: Connections and Candies

💜 Obanai: A Brat’s Punishment

🌈 Douma: Step On and Control

💜 Kokushibo: Deep Plunge

💜 Obanai: Witches Brew

🩷 Mitsuri: Sugary Scent

💜🧡 Shinobu and Kyojuro: Outback Cuteness

🌈 Douma: Special Teddy

🩷 Mitsuri: Half-Human, Half-Not

🩷 Mitsuri: Diamond in the Pebble

💜💙 Shinobu and Muichiro: Gentle Giant

❤️ Yoriichi: One and Only

💙💙💜🩷 Muichiro, Giyuu, Mitsuri and Shinobu: Black Cat

🌈 Douma: Serve Me

❤️💙🩷🖤 Tengen, Giyuu, Mitsuri and Gyomei: Fortress of Solitude

💙💙Giyuu and Muichiro: Echo in the Mirror

💙Muichiro, Giyuu and Obanai: Hellflame

🩷💜💜❤️ Mitsuri, Obanai, Shinobu and Tengen: Thorn Vines

❤️🧡 Tengen and Kyojuro: Real Makeups

Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen~💜

💙 Satoru: Little Snowflakes

🧡💙🖤 Suguru, Satoru and Toji: Red Cross

💙 Satoru: Overprotective Parent

💙❤️ Satoru and Choso: Big Ol’ Crybaby

❤️ Naoya: Sweetest Pie

💙 Satoru: Bloody Mess

💙❤️ Satoru and Naoya: Battle of the Petty

❤️🖤 Naoya and Toji: Real Makeups

❤️🖤 Naoya and Toji: Hexstruck

Pillar #3: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure~💚

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Pillar #4: Death Note~💙

🖤 L: Wild Catch

🖤 Misa: Temper Tantrum

Pillar #5: Haikyuu~💛

💛❤️ Atsumu and Akaashi: Mindful and Mindless

Pillar #6: Record of Ragnorak~🩷

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Additional Pillar~🖤

💙💚 Shoto and Izuku: Internal Rivalry

💚 Setsuna: Unnerved and Unstitched

💜💙 Tamaki and Nejire: Can I Save You?

Here is the older end of this blog’s overall Masterlist~ Masterlist #4

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rae-gar-targaryen · 2 years

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take me by the heart, take me by the hand [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader]

a/n: Just a lil something sweet for my Danny Ramirez babes that wouldn’t leave my mind after my hc’s yesterday -- it’s insufferable, I know. Sorry.

pairing: mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader (established relationship; all my readers are ambiguous, but I write them as latinx!readers; no use of y/n). It’s his sunshine girl, ultimate sunshine x sunshine pairing.

w.c.: 0.8k of sweet suggestion and the thin veneer of self-control.

warnings: none, other than some cheesiness, my writing, and the barest suggestion of smut. 16+.

summary: a drive-in movie, a little joke, and some sweetness with your Fanboy.

"Oh, Mickey," you croon, your voice a velvet purr in the dim light of his car, the flashing images of the drive-in's creature feature splashing light across your features as you snuggle up to him.

Your lips trail from where you had been kissing along the slope of his neck to the fine bone of his cheek, thrilled at the feel of him as his hand grips your waist ever-tighter at your attentions…

"... You're so fine," you hum, the compliment cased in the cadence of the old tune.

It was a movie date, a movie date, he repeated to himself. Lost in the throes of the very feel of your body pressed against his, snacks long-forgotten as his mind churned to keep up with just what you were saying, as your sinful tongue followed your cherry cola kisses, and where had he heard it before.

Pleased with yourself, you press your lips to the corner of his upturned mouth, enamoured with every smile in his arsenal.

"You're so fine, you blow my mind." He turns fully at the sing-song of your teasing words, a million-watt grin in full effect now before the warmth of his mouth realizes yours, like the warm, slow drip of sweet honey into full-bodied coffee, a splice of sugar entrenched in boldness.

He kisses like a dream, your Fanboy. Dizzying and delicious, your head in the clouds, just like your pilot's.

He parts from your lips after what may well be either a single second or your heart's eternity.

Who are you to say?

When your love looks at you now through his dark, nacreous eyes ... They are glinting stars enmeshed in the depths of galactic oilslick. He pauses to nuzzle his nose over the peak of your own, his ever-present grin blinding to you, even in the low lights of the long-forgotten movie.

His warm hands cupping your cheeks, everything about him so cinnamon-warm. You would swear he was moments from eternal love's undying declaration as he parts his lips to once more impart something to you, when --

"That was corny, amor," he whispers, a hair's-width from your mouth -- a good-humored secret from his lips to yours. "Truly terrible. Almost unforgivable."

If Payback had put you up to this, you weren't allowed to talk to him anymore, he decided. But the cheeky, pleased look on your face told Mickey it was all you. His sweet thing.

Quick as a flash, Mickey presses his lips against yours once more in a cheeky peck, loving the way his mouth slots so perfectly with your angelic lips. Loving the way you taste, in this moment, of Red Vines and cherry Coke. Loving the way the skin around your eyes would crease at the smile and slip of laughter that lit up your entire face. Loving the way your giving hands would cup his chin, as though he were immortal, eternal.

Sweet, he thought. You were sweet. And so far out of his league he'd fly to the tippy-tops of the clouds just to be in the same realm as you. Sunshine. Everything he does, he does for you.

Swatting good-naturedly his arm, your grin never far from your lips or from the dancing light in your eyes, you adjusted yourself on the beach seat of his old classic ride. Allowing yourself to sink ever-deeper into your boyfriend's embrace.

"You loved it," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder and focusing once more, momentarily, on "The Creature from the Black Lagoon."

Mickey turns his head, eyes gazing out the passenger side window and into the velvet night sky as he grazes his lips, once more, as always, against your skin. Tenderly against your forehead this time -- as he allows his thoughts to swirl, twirl, like caramel-drizzled fondness on the feel of you in his arms, on the depths of his love for you.

Every moment to be savored. And he feels it in his chest, against his ribs, and in time with the beat of his heart. More G's than in a fighter jet.

"Yeah," he smiles -- he could never not smile with you -- against your skin. "Yeah I did."

He kisses you again, his mouth yearning to spill every truth to you as he sucks your lower lip between his own with reverence, scooping an armful of you and guiding you down, down, down.

Your back against the bench seat and his thigh now slotted between yours… And your Fanboy above you, with no choice but to follow you and show you just how much he loved it, loved you.

"And do I have you?" He whispers into your skin, a slip of silky, amorous admission.

"You have me."

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lenci8 · 7 months

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If all the Ghouls were Water Ghouls:

Rain- it's actually Rain's Greenhouse. He's not growing weed or medicinal plants, just Venus Flytraps. Weird vines brush purposely against your ankles every time you enter.

Mountain- The Grand Canyon, specifically 5-6 million years ago when the Colorado River carved its way through.

Cumulus- Dried lavender and eucalyptus hanging from the shower head. A steamy bathroom mirror with a heart drawn on it.

Phantom/Aeon- Obviously, the Creature From the Black Lagoon. Murky water. An oil slick on wet pavement.

Cirrus- Jagged coral reefs, tide pools with cool rocks, and little starfish. Sky blue.

Aurora - The pink and reddish ripples of a sunset across the lake. Pink lemonade with tons of ice.

Dewdrop- The Mermaid Lagoon from Peter Pan. The Red Sea. He'd be a dolphin. But also a Beta fish with a pretty red swishy tail.

Swiss- Tonic water with fresh limes. Those fancy ice sphears for whiskey. The rain your garden has been DYING for.

#dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #rain ghoul #ghost #raindrop #ghost fanfic #ghost hc #headcanon #aeon ghoul #swisstopherkghoul #swiss/rain #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aurora

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brighter-arda · 2 years

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Melanesian Descendants of Indis

Day 1 Tolkien of Colour Week: Family, Connection to Lands, Connection to Waters

Information about who and what the photos are is in the image description below, thank you to @the-quiet-fire-of-defiance for helping with it

Part 1 of toi's indigenous tolkien series

[Image description: four graphics with eight images each.

Graphic 1 is mostly in shades of gold, yellow and brown. The images are

1: a Ni-Vanuatu woman looking to one side, smiling. She has mid-brown skin and curly blonde hair with dark roots. Text says "Indis". 2: a golden mask from Maluku 3: a golden cowrie shell necklace from the Solomon Islands 4: Bosra Frazier, a West Papuan woman. She has light brown skin and curly hair that fades from dark to blonde. Text says "Findis". 5: a smiling Ni-Vanuatu woman with dark skin and coily black hair. She wears white, red and green facepaint. Text says "Lalwen". 6: a cropped image of a Kanak wood carving 7: a tinted image of Fijian masi (patterned cloth made from bark) 8: Marylou Mahe, a Kanak woman with brown skin and gold-brown hair. She wears a garland of leaves and flowers on her head. Text says "Faniel".

Graphic 2 is mostly in shades of green and brown. The images are;

1: a Sepik Papuan man with dark skin and black hair. He wears shell necklaces around his neck, orange paint on his face, and a headdress with black cassowary feathers. Text says "Fingolfin" 2: a Roro (Papua New Guinea tribe) headdress 3: Maluku wood carving 4: a Papuan woman with dark skin and a black afro. She is smiling at the camera and has a circlet of grasses on her head. Text says "Anaire" 5: a Solomon Islander man with dark skin and curly hair. His hair is brown at the roots but quickly becomes blonde. Text reads "Finarfin". 6: another example of Fijian masi (patterned cloth made from bark) 7: the inside of a Fijian chief's vale (house). It is decorated with many patterned cloths. 8: A Ni-Vanuatu woman with brown skin and light hair. Text says "Earwen".

Graphic 3 is mostly black. The images are

1: a Papuan boy smiling widely. He has dark skin, coily dark hair and a yellow headdress made of grasses. Text says "Fingon" 2: a small hut on stilts 3: a Warup drum from the Torres Strait islands. It is carved from wood and painted dark. 4: a serious-looking Korafe Papuan boy. He has yellow-orange ceremonial facepaint, many necklaces of stones and shells, and a feathered headdress. Text says "Turgon" 5: a young Sepik Papuan girl with dark skin, black hair and white face paint. She is holding a very small baby crocodile and grinning at the camera. Text says "Aredhel" 6: a Maluku wooden carving of a boat with two figures 7: a photo from Vanuatu of a large tree covered in vines and with a hut perched up in the branches. A boy stands in front of the entrance. 8: a young Papuan boy with dark skin and black hair. He has stripes of white paint on his face, layered decorative necklaces, and a hat lined with what looks like fur. Text says "Argon".

Graphic 4 is mostly in shades of blue. The images are:

1: a Solomon Islander boy in a canoe on strikingly blue water. He is looking up with a smile. Texts says "Finrod". 2: light streaming down through a large hole in a cave ceiling. The beam highlights a figure standing on a rock underneath, surrounded by shallow blue water. 3: a tinted blue version of this art by Matilda Nona who is from Badu Island in the Torres Strait. There are six turtles of various sizes swimming in spirals of water. 4: a Solomon Islander boy holding part of a coconut. He has dark skin and curly hair which is darker at the roots and lighter at the ends. Text reads "Angrod" 5: a grinning Solomon Islander boy. He has dark brown skin and wavy blond hair. Text reads "Aegnor" 6: five Fijian camukau (traditional boats) in shallow water. 7: a photo of the Marovo lagoon from above, showing small green islands in a vivid blue sea. 8: a Solomon Islander girl smiling. She has dark brown skin, wavy blonde hair, and a pink flower tucked behind her ear.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 months

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.⋆｡I’ve Been Waiting For You To Come Home｡⋆.

warnings: lots of death talk, death of a child

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Workshop By The Sea

Dim beams of sunlight streamed in through the dirty workshop windows, barely illuminating the cramped space. Statues of thousands of creatures, carved from ancient oak, decorated the surfaces. Their empty eyes observing their creator with a silent judgement as the chill Maine air carried in the smell of the ocean.

Shhhh shhhh shhhh

Sandpaper glided along the smooth wood

Uselessly.

Shavings littered the floor like tan mountains,

Growing with each pass of his weathered hands.

His eyes, cyan-wrapped gold, fixed before him

Unmoving.

Muscles in his shoulders rolled like the waves

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back.

He waited for her but she stayed away,

Heartbroken.

She would never step into this haven.

She would not come, her voice lost to him forever.

He had only himself to blame for this.

So foolish

His words cut deep, he spat and cursed her name

Leaving infected wounds in his cruel wake

He tore her apart until all that remained

Of her heart

Was a pile of despair and deep anguish

With the sawdust on his cold workshop floor.

Shhh shhh shhh

As The Stars Move By

Bursts of colour and light fill the empty, forming storms of activity that had never been seen before. The silence is loud and the universe young, ready to grow into something entirely new.

Pop pop pop

They had known each other before themselves

New twin flames

In the beginning, they were only dust

Swirling clouds of atoms amid great stars

The two nameless beings worked in tandem

Give and take

Lights flickering as they came in and out

Of existence with quiet pops and groans.

Blackness soon gave way to brilliant strokes

Of painted

Galaxies spiralled and twirled, like ribbon

In a brisk summer breeze. Free and beautiful.

Suns blinked out, disappearing into the

Vast unknown.

Leaving only wisps of their former selves.

Ghosts of lights that remain there for aeons.

They watched together as the universe

Underwent

A great metamorphosis that they helped

To nudge along. A star here, a void there.

Pop pop pop

First Steps Of A New World

The air around them was humid, carrying with it a spark of excitement. Lagoons of bright blue water dotted the coastline for miles, creating shimmering mirages under the blistering sun. The two beings stood over a small fish struggling to walk on the sand.

“They are going to be something special.”

Bo beamed, a proud dad watching his child

Take a step

Onto the dark cool mud tentatively.

He waited patiently, holding his breath.

The young man who stood at a huge stature

Crouched to them.

His arms held wide, guiding his creation.

Urging them to his embrace with firm words.

But as quick as this something new began

It ended

The creature gasped for air it could not breathe

Before finally falling silent. Dead.

Lorelai with an expression so soft

Scooped them up

Their body finding a home in her arms

Held tightly, a mom comforting her child.

“They are already special.”

Crumbling Ruins Of Great Empires

Vines consumed what was left of the great temple. Nothing resided there anymore save for a small family of emaciated mice who lived in Athena’s arms. The sunlight was dulled in here, obscured by decades of plant growth, leaving the once divine statues shrouded in shadow.

“Why have you taken them?”

Lorelai's brown hair floated in the breeze,

Fluttering.

She walked through this tomb with a ginger step,

Like she was not the one to cause such loss.

She could not meet her friend's mistrusting gaze

Too ashamed.

He didn’t see how her false smile crumbled to grief,

Too lost in his own desperate madness.

He only saw what he had lost to time.

So consumed

By the death of his pure precious creations

To know that they were kept whole, somewhere safe.

He did not know that she vowed to treasure

Each slight soul

That he made. To protect them and love them

With all she had, for all eternity.

She kneeled before the gods, her sorrow still.

Her head bowed

She spoke softly as to respect the void,

Words carried away by the endless breeze

“All things must end.”

It Made You A Stranger

Bo’s hands ached with the strain of his work. It had been weeks since he had last emerged from his sanctuary on the Maine coast. Rage pooled through the log walls like mould, festering, building.

“You are a plague, a malice upon everything I have created.”

He endeavoured to forge something unique

Unheard of

Just to spite the jealous woman that had

Stolen from his arms since their beginnings.

Not another soul would be lost to her

Not one more

Lorelai's power would be meaningless

To the everlasting life he would make.

And yet nothing Bo did had succeeded,

It all failed.

All he breathed life into, try as he might,

Was always cursed with a day to die

Ruined carvings cluttered around his feet,

Abandoned.

Each was picked up and lovingly arranged

On various shelves with a gentle touch

Hate laced his words like a deadly venom.

Striking out,

He refused to meet her bright copper eyes

He turned his back on her, she knew the truth.

“I am just the same as you.”

Until The Very End

The wind screamed in his ear as he ran through the storm. Blood stained the air with the scent of iron. Blackness sealed him into the vast forest, trapping the ancient carpenter in a maze of his own design, a path of dead flowers carved through the trees guided him through.

“It is okay to be scared.”

The bundle was so small in her embrace,

Gravely tiny.

She shielded her from the cold and the wind.

Though it was of no use now, death had come.

The storm was tranquil around her, almost

Watching them.

Lorelai's lips pressed to her cold forehead,

Dark tears spilling for the life that had been.

She was a child, barely older than eight.

Far too young,

She had no chance of surviving alone

But she was not on her own anymore.

Bo was too late to save that little life,

He failed her.

And yet as he watched his other comfort

The child, he could not hate her, not at all.

She hummed a melody under her breath

She crooned for

So many ears that would never hear her

Lorelai sang for all the souls she kept

“I will be right here beside you.”

Birth Of A Dying Flower

Long stalks of grass bent in the gentle breeze, rippling as if they were ripples in an ocean of jade. Clouds of pollen bloomed around the lone figure in the field, her smile dazzling bright amongst a circle of browning, dying grass.

Wwwwwhhhhoooooshhhh

Flowers always died around Lorelai.

Withering

Away at her feet like they could not stand

To be caressed by her reaping touches.

She would never admit it broke her heart

To watch them

Curl up to die. But she still found herself

In this calm field, surrounded by flowers.

Her the skirts of her dress pooled around her

Like silk waves.

She held a wilted petal with fond care

To inhale the earthy scent it carried

A ribbon of pristine green caught her eye.

Curious,

She reached for it, knowing it would wither,

But instead, the bulb bloomed before her eyes.

Petals of deep purple unfurled outwards

Revealing

Seeds that glowed like vivid stars in dark skies,

Silvery threads of pollen blew away.

“A flower made for death.”

Home

The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the lone figure in the isolated cabin. A loon called out somewhere in the distance, briefly interrupting his monotonous sanding before he seemed to come back to himself and resumed. A creak in the floorboards behind him made Bo abandon his work entirely.

“You’re here.”

The quiet that fell was almost haunting

As he turned.

At last facing Lorelai, his heart lurched

With both deep fear and a profound sadness

In her delicate hands, she cupped something.

Bo had hoped

She had found his gift. He hoped she loved it

But he was scared too, that she would hate it

She should have despised him, he knew that, but

How could she?

Lorelai smiled softly at Bo through tears

Revealing the rare flower on her palms.

The petals had not wilted, the colour

Remained bright,

Indeed it positively glowed now that

it was safely blooming in her soft touch.

Shining copper met blue wrapped in dark gold,

She looked up

To meet his heartbroken, guilt-ridden gaze

With nothing but love and joy in her own.

As Bo cautiously cupped her hands in his,

A spark burst.

They collided once more, their souls joining

Together, as they were destined to do.

“I always have been.”

All works

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#original works #romance #poetry

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coffee-in-europe · 2 years

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january: black-and-white films, old records, red lipstick, classical music, gold earrings, city lights, garnet clothing, champagne, glitter, russian literature, snowstorms, art galleries, dimly lit restaurants, high-heels, chickadees, frosted windowpanes, silk shirts, espresso, pomegranates, snowy owls

february: candy hearts, roses, grapefruit, trench coats, mittens, dark chocolate, calligraphy, sealed envelopes, vanilla cake, ballet, romance films, chandeliers, late-night phone calls, musicals, aurora borealis, marshmallows, pink lipgloss, poetry, freesia, movie theatres, ballads, pressed flowers, stained glass, teacups

march: dark comedies, photo albums, lemons, cold rivers, baking, tidying, colouring, movie marathons, nonfiction books, newspapers, clovers, train rides, fashion magazines, pasta, orchids, podcasts, houseplants, sketchpads, yogurt, celestial art, bubble baths, charcuterie boards, moonlight, ice floes, crystal glasses, coffee dates

april: disney cartoons, rubber boots, tulips, mauve nailpolish, fresh vegetables, cold rain, journals, lavender, fresh eggs, pink blush, birdsong, morning frost, rosemary, tulips, foggy mornings, aloe vera, ponds, herbal tea, puddles, lilies, bunnies, floral sheets, marmalade, pastoral novels, frogs, english custard, lily pads

may: picture books, daisies, farms, warm breezes, cherry blossoms, early mornings, fresh-baked bread, gardening, childhood reminiscing, dandelions, honey, meadows, hummingbirds, butterflies, rainbows, sugar cookies, polaroid cameras, wild mushrooms, carnations, frescoes, silver lockets, brown bears, pancakes, rivers, greenhouses, white sheets

june: jean shorts, pop music, white wine, beach days, yoga, sunday brunch, ice cream, concerts, wildflowers, fluffy clouds, morning dew, cotton candy, turtles, popsicles, kayaks, watermelon, pineapples, vineyards, sparklers, bicycles, denim jackets, swans, asphodels, cocktail parties, gooseberries, lilacs, hollyhocks

july: adventure stories, oranges, lakehouses, campfires, festivals, disco nights, strawberries, figs, starry skies, iced coffee, fireworks, street markets, bumblebees, trumpet vines, strappy sandals, sunglasses, patio lights, linen, denim skirts, pizza, fruit smoothies, pizza, rainstorms, peaches, lagoons, white dresses, astronomy

august: golden sunlight, nostalgia, willow trees, nature poetry, sunrises and sunsets, picnic baskets, sunflowers, crickets, cicadas, colourful quilts, cherries, rolling hills, maxi-dresses, tall grass, dragonflies, crochet, renaissance art, vine tomatoes, overalls, roadtrips, hammocks, sunhats, waterfalls, tabby cats

september: coffee, book piles, croissants, long walks, classic novels, braided hair, notebooks, film festivals, apples, pears, farmers markets, forests, jigsaw puzzles, owls, tortoiseshell glasses, orchards, library cards, foxes, tweed blazers, climbing ivy, tea kettles, maple syrup, goldenrod, lanterns, waffles, boardgames

october: pumpkin patches, black turtlenecks, ginger pastries, fireplaces, wet leaves, ankle boots, corduroy, birch trees, cafés, bookshops, castles, caramel, rainy mornings, blustery nights, town fairs, countryside walks, cinnamon, nutmeg, old houses, black cats, bakeries, creeks, thick blankets, city blocks, white chapels

november: candles, red wine, ancient ruins, greek mythology, second-hand books, plaid blankets, mahogany nailpolish, mystery novels, museums, burgundy sweaters, dinner parties, gemstone rings, icy breath, black coffee, language studies, antique shops, white roses, cobblestones, lace, cathedrals, firewood, audiobooks, crescent moons

december: soft snowfall, christmas carols, pine scent, wool socks, irish stew, fairy lights, thick books, fantasy stories, throw pillows, shortbread, comfort films, window shopping, scarves, icicles, peppermint, carrot noses, angels, hot chocolate, skates, pinecones, caribou, gingerbread, crackling fires, hot toddies, cashmere

#something to look forward to in every month #mine #text #personal #vibes #note to self #Aesthetic

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starfallcity · 18 days

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Starfall's Helpful Locations Guide 2 !

We thought It'd be helpful if we discussed some of the locations you can visit during your stay in Starfall, that way you can plan ahead for sites you wanna see! So have this 'lil guide with descriptions of each place and what they have to offer! (This post includes places from the Suburbs! Check our other post for City Sites!)

Suburban Spots !

Sweet Dreams Pastries

If you're a fan of sweets, try checking out this quaint corner bakery! Its exterior isn't anything extravagant - the building is painted in black with detailing in the same color to give subtle texture, there are many large windows for natural lighting, and a sign sits above a cute striped awning, decorated heavily with flora, giving a modernized twist on a classic look. The interior is quite small, as it wasn't intended to be a place for sitting and dining; though recently, they've taken customer feedback and have added a few tables and seats inside, more on the patio. Murals were also painted inside to add some flair against the white walls. The pastries aren't particularly eye-catching, yet somehow Sweet Dreams makes them taste far better than any other place. People joke that there has to be a secret ingredient since there's no way it's possible for something as simple as a chocolate chip cookie to taste so different and sweet!

Among The Stars Casino

Gambling isn't a child's game, so if you're looking for games with high stakes and big prizes, Among The Stars Casino is your place to go. Being around for years, the casino has built a reputation. One might be shocked when first seeing the outside; a 3 story-bricked building, old detailing, and a giant awning decked in neon lights, the name included, would make anyone think it wasn't a high-end casino like the rumors, but once inside, it lives up to the claims. The interior is a complete 360, with a large walkway as you enter through the doors, fancy carpet lining the floor with tiles where it's not, murals painted on the ceilings with white trimming highlighting them, chandeliers hanging from ornate holders, and on either side of the walkway are tables upon tables for playing to your heart's content. The two other floors are similar in appearance, but there is a mixture of open tables and slot machines rather than only tables; there's also a bar on the second floor! There's talk of a basement floor, how only VIPS are allowed down for special games with special prizes, but it's a silly rumor that's meant to rack in VIP membership money.. right?

Mystic Lagoon

Uncovering secret spots is something any explorer can do, but if you're looking for a real challenge, try finding this Mystical Lagoon. Hidden deep within the forest, losing your way while searching is easy; the signs of whether you made it or not are nearly non-existent; a tip.. if you notice vines, thorny ones, sticking together to form a make-shift wall, trying to hide something, you're most likely on the right path. To know if you've found the lagoon, not a random, hidden pond, the biggest sign will be the entrance; there'll be a bridge - unlike the other spots - old, a bit dilapidated, and missing a few stone bricks. Reeds shroud the sides of it, while vines and moss cover every inch. Past the bridge, under leaves and past tall reeds, there'll be the first bit of the lagoon, colorful flora surrounding the area, while drooping trees and flowery vines cover it. Following the path deeper, the light that seeped through the thin openings of the leaves disappear; it's like an eternal night, and the plants and vines glow like stars. Even then, a feeling of unease surrounds it; maybe that's why larger animals won't travel deeper, or maybe it's 'cause of that large thing hiding under the murky waters.

#jaidens yapping :3 #yandere blog #starfall lore #ty sm bread and cooper for the help!#fictional locations #fictional #locations #cw dark implications #cw dark content #cw yandere #yandere server #yandere rp #yandere oc #horror rp #horror oc #discord rp #oc rp #I may have recommended it ..but don't travel to the mystic lagoon. most don't even make it there before getting lost in the forest :(

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“Even I heard the legend of the man-fish.”

A new addition to my Black Lagoon-themed bedroom. A light throw pillow made from just felt and hot glue. Process pics + pics of the room at night with orange lights, swamp lanterns, and crepe ceiling vines.

#halloween #creature from the black lagoon #crafts #pillow #halloween decorations #handmade #universal monsters

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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years

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Hello my lovely caffeinated friend 💖 may I request a Dronarry drabble with the prompt "jungle"?

Darling!!! But yes, of course, you can. Please know that your request hit me in all the right places, so thank you so much for that. I did watch Daniel Radcliffe in "The Lost City" a couple of days ago, so your 'jungle' prompt was spot on. Also, thank you so much for getting me to write my first Dronarry; I will treasure this request forever. With my muse juices running high, you're getting a bit more than your average drabble, but somehow I don't think you'll mind all that much.

*** CW: mild injury ***

Gently swaying palm fronds made up a lush canopy of gleaming leaves, offering Draco bright snatches of sun and the sky beyond. Ropy vines dripped off tall trees and curled around shorter trunks in suffocating loops, and Draco was half-tempted to unsheathe his machete and cut loose one of the smaller vines so that he could use it to strangle Ron.

Instead, he glanced at the map in his hand, then turned his head to glower at Harry.

“Tell me again why I shouldn’t hex his balls to the top of that tree or transfigure him into a monkey so he can finish all those half-eaten fruits here?”

Harry smirked.

“Because we care, Draco, because we care. Also, you do love his balls, as much as you like to curse them.”

Draco rolled his eyes, grumbling about how dating Gryffindors had turned him soft.

A colourful bird screeched in the distance, and a shiny black lizard scrambled up a tree. Somewhere, several armies of frogs sang in high-pitched whirrs, deep bonks, and insect-like chirps. A green snake appeared, staring with its beady eyes, but before Draco could move to hide behind Harry’s sturdy frame, Harry addressed the vine snake in Parseltongue. The sound sent Draco—Voldemort lodging at Malfoy Manor had permanently cured him of his love of snakes—into a temporary trance.

Harry nudged him, then took his hand, and they continued down the narrow path together. As the map had promised, it led them to a waterfall that fed into a lagoon pool with hidden cliffs and rocky outcroppings. Water ran in rivulets over rich soil, and a puma stalked prey from the shadows — thankfully, it didn’t seem interested in them. Stands of tall bamboo flanked the lagoon, and twisting tree roots created bumps in the path. Cashew and fig tree branches were heavy with fruit, and a green praying mantis clung to a leaf. Mosquitoes swarmed around them, but Harry’s protective shield deterred them from coming near. Although it didn’t currently rain, thick water drops pooled in stems and dripped off large leaves. Brief flashes of sunlight reflected in the lagoon’s crystal-clear water.

An exotic bird called, wings fluttered somewhere, and monkeys hooted and shrieked. Crickets chirped, and branches and leaves slapped against one another as animals leapt through the trees. The air was thick with the mixed scent of growth and rotten vegetation. Natural plant odours, animal musk, and the occasional floral scent mingled with the over-sweet smell of decomposing fruit, mud, and wood smoke. With the high humidity levels, the air tasted of water and felt thick on Draco’s tongue. He licked salty sweat off his lips and sighed.

“Honestly, Potter, you’d think his phobia of spiders would’ve done something to trigger his sense of survival by now.”

“There’s such a thing as restraints; you do know that, Malfoy, right?”

Draco rolled his eyes, but instead of responding, he pushed ahead, moving along the narrow path that guided them around the lagoon. Part of Draco longed to strip naked and jump right in, but he wasn’t in a rush to get intimately acquainted with a bunch of blood-sucking leeches, so he resisted. Instead, he swiped his bandana across his sweat-dripping face and cursed when a low-hanging branch of wet leaves slid across his bare forearm. The moss underfoot was spongy, causing the ground to sink in with each step Draco took.

He made it to the other edge of the lagoon and then allowed Harry to move ahead and clear the way with a jolting catch of his machete. Hard bamboo rubbed against Draco’s chest as he tried to forge a path through the foliage and lukewarm dew from a waterlogged leaf poured all over his head, drenching him thoroughly.

“Circe’s mother’s saggy tits!” he cursed.

Harry’s rumbling laughter echoed through the jungle, and Draco thought about hexing him, but the comforting spray of the waterfall misted his skin, and he instantly felt better.

The feeling didn’t last long.

To continue, they had to climb, and the rough burn of vines against Draco’s palm felt like the plant was attempting to take his skin off. Sweat and grime chafed his skin, and the underside of his perfectly manicured nails was black with grit. When accidentally sinking his hands into the damp, skimpy undergrowth that covered the hill, Draco wanted nothing more than to apparate back to the resort and book a week-long spa break. But, alas, Ron—convinced he’d identified someone from the Auror office’s Most Wanted List—had followed a group of tourists and was now nowhere to be found. Harry’s super-strength tracking spell had given them this map, but getting to Ron meant crossing the island’s jungle. To say that Draco wasn’t amused was the understatement of an entire millennium, but as much as it pained Draco to admit that there was very little he didn’t do for Harry…and Ron.

It took another three and a half hours of arduous trekking through less than pleasant terrain, but eventually, they made it, arriving at the ancient ruins of a lost tribal village. They stood in the centre of half-crumbled buildings, pitted steps and staircases, and weather-worn pillars surrounded by dead clumps of grass.

Meandering tree roots broke up cracked blocks of stones, and vines and other foliage weighed down on caved-in roofs. Faceless stone statues filled Draco with an eeriness he couldn’t shake, making him shudder. He kept close to Harry, walking past the inscriptions and stone carvings. He was curious, wanted to decipher them—it was the Curse Breaker in him—but his mind couldn’t focus, couldn’t create the peace and quiet he needed for his work. Still, when Harry stopped abruptly, Draco promptly walked into him.

“I think he’s in there.”

Frowning, Draco looked at the building Harry had pointed out, then glanced down at the map — Ron’s location glowed a bright gold. A sculpted archway led into a cave with dark, mouldy rock walls. Ash scares marred the stone, and dead leaves lay scattered on the ground. Dappled sunlight filtered through the trees and overgrowth, and Draco cast a wandless Lumos Maxima to brighten the place. Ropy vines were trying their hardest to break down the stone entrance, encroaching through it, while hardy grasses, ferns and scrub brushes diligently concealed the entrance. Harry walked on, and Draco followed, ignoring the wind that slipped past them and the grasses that slid against each other. A flutter of wings made Draco jump, and somewhere in the distance, a tree creaked in the breeze.

“Harry, I don’t like this; it’s a trap.”

Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder, brow arched.

“One jungle, and you’re that slow on the uptake, Malfoy? Of course, it’s a trap. Whoever snatched Ron wants either you or me or both of us.”

Draco grabbed a fistful of Harry’s shirt and tugged, pulling Harry to a halt. They’d walked about twenty feet into the cave with Draco’s bright sphere of light following them dutifully. Pressing his chin into Harry’s shoulder, Draco hissed.

“Why are we playing their game?”

Harry laughed softly.

“Are we, Draco? Are we really?”

He walked on before Draco had the chance to answer the question or consider its implication properly. They walked past uneven stone walls fissured with fingerlings of tree roots, dirt, and dead leaves animals had tracked in or had been blown in by the wind. Twigs cracked under Draco’s heavy-duty boots. He ignored the claw marks on the stone and the bats that roosted on the ceiling. Water dripped from cracks and tree roots, forming tiny pools and puddles. Somewhere an underground river gurgled, the sound echoing through the entire cave. The passageway led them to a larger cave where stalagmites protruded from the ground and stalactites hung from the high ceiling. A flashlight beam illuminated in the darkness across the cave, and Draco spotted hieroglyphs and other cave paintings. He waved his hand, sending his light sphere across the room.

When he did, a flash of green flew at him, but Harry blocked it with an almost lazy wrist flick.

“Really, Casper? An AK? Got nothing more entertaining for us?” he baited.

Draco frowned at the name. It sounded familiar, but before he had the chance to properly place it, a flurry of offensive spells flew in their direction. Draco almost automatically moved to stand behind Harry, who wandlessly conjured a gargantuan protective shield. Nearly all of the spells bounced off. One made it through, but Draco identified its aura and reached into its core to plug it apart. It promptly fizzed out.

Draco ducked behind a massive stalagmite, leaving the duelling to Harry, then lifted his arm up into the air to direct his light sphere around the cave. It circled, illuminating various corners of the spacious room, and on its second orbit around, Draco spotted Ron. Iron anti-magic shackles kept him in place, and thick vines kept him tied to a stalagmite. Judging by his appearance, he’d clearly tried to get free but had been unsuccessful. Draco’s heart lurched, but he forced the emotion away. He needed a cool head to get across the room.

“Potter, cover!”

“Got it.”

Placing his life in Harry’s hand, Draco made his way across to Ron, moving between obstacles as much as possible. Meanwhile, Harry pretended to yawn.

“Casper, at least make this fun for me; they didn’t promote me to Head Auror for nothing.”

Draco shook his head.

Sometimes he truly wished that Harry would stop baiting all his duelling partners. He even did it during practice, which drove everyone and their mother insane. Well, except for Ron and himself, of course. They’d long since learnt to accept Harry’s quirks for what they were — his ability to finally be himself. He duelled because he was exceptional at it, not because some prophecy forced him into it.

One last obstacle and Draco was at Ron’s side, drawing his wand to enervate him. Ron’s head jerked, lolled a bit, and Draco instinctively reached out to support it. Ron’s eyes flickered, and with a clouded gaze, he squished his eyebrows together. He glanced around as if looking for answers, and Draco’s determination to keep his emotions out of it until they were back at the resort, disappeared. He touched Ron’s face, mouth, and lips, inspecting every inch and healing several minor cuts with whispered wandless spells.

“Draco?”

Ron sounded groggy. His voice was raspy, and he fumbled for words, um’ing and ah’ing as he stuttered. Draco didn’t understand any of it. He focused on healing the cuts and cooling the bruises, gently tilting Ron’s head to the side and pursing his lips. He knelt in front of Ron and wand still in hand, swished it to cut the vines and vanished them. Next, he unravelled the magic that fuelled the magic-binding shackles, and when he’d dismantled it, the iron chains fell away.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Despite their predicament, Ron flushed at the term of endearment, and Draco smiled. He gently combed his fingers through Ron’s messy ginger hair, then leant in to press a lingering kiss on Ron’s swollen, dry, slightly cracked lips.

“Think so.”

Ron murmured the words into the small space between them, and Draco kissed him again, this time with a little more intent.

“If you two are done making out?”

Draco closed his eyes. He swallowed a groan, then bit his bottom lip.

“One of these days, I’ll hex the wanker.”

Ron guffawed.

It sounded gruff, and his voice cracked several times.

“You wouldn’t,” he mumbled, hissing when the tip of his tongue made contact with a small cut on the inside of his lip.

Draco immediately healed it.

“I wouldn’t, but he doesn’t need to know that.”

“He knows, you dolt.”

Draco smiled.

“I know, but back to you. For the remainder of this trip, you are not to detach yourself from my side. I will need to know where you are at all times.”

Ron smirked.

“On a bit of a power trip, are we?”

Draco chuckled.

“Perhaps. I did hike through a jungle for you, though.”

“Let the record show, as did I.”

Draco turned his head.

“Potter, just fuck off and deal with the scum you’ve got floating in a full body-bind there, he’s stinking up the place.”

Harry laughed, but the moment his eyes roamed over Ron, he sobered up and looked concerned.

“He’s OK, yes?”

Draco nodded.

“He’s fine. I’ll take care of Ron; you deal with the vermin who decided to try and ruin our holiday.”

Harry gave a curt nod, reached out to grasp Casper’s arm and apparated. A dangerous-sounding rumble echoed through the cave, and pulling Ron to his feet, he supported him.

“Come on, better get out of here before the place comes crashing down on us.”

Draco was about to lift his wand to side-along Ron when Ron placed his hand gently on his wand arm and stopped him.

“You’re not mad, are you?”

Perplexed, Draco turned to look at Ron, who looked rather sheepish.

He smiled.

“Not at all, darling; I simply love trekking through the jungle. My favourite pastime.”

Ron groaned.

“Please,” he pleaded.

Draco laughed.

“Let’s talk about it once I’m sure every inch of you is just as it should be.”

Ron’s eyes darkened at that, and Draco scowled.

“Honestly, Weasley? Now?”

Ron shrugged.

“Can’t help it; you’re fit.”

Draco whistled, then he shrugged Ron’s hand off his wand arm and after a moment of concentration, they disappeared in a swirl of magic.

#dronarry #draco/ron/harry #prompt fic #prompt ask #for veelawings #coffeedragon writes #drabble what drabble?#CW: mild injury #Draco is a big softie #Magically Powerful Harry

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This Night I'll Possess Your Corpse

It's mainly the title that caught my attention, but this is also another lesser sequel to a fairly well-received horror film, the film in question being 1963's At Mightnight I'll Take your Soul. You might never have heard of it, but it did pretty well in Brazil and the main character, Zé do Caixão or “Coffin Joe”, has at least as much cultural purchase in that country as characters like Freddy Krueger do in North America. The sequel, however, has been described as preachy and over-long... so let's have a look.

No, I'm not gonna watch Take Your Soul first. The denizens of the SoL didn't get that luxury with The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy or Creature from the Black Lagoon, so why should I?

So in the last movie, Coffin Joe killed a bunch of people as part of his quest to father the perfect son, and was blinded and driven mad by their ghosts... but socialized health care doesn't make exceptions for supervillains, so he got better. He thus resumes his quest, kidnapping beautiful women and then killing the ones he doesn't think are good enough to swap chromosomes with. After a bit of this, he sets his sights on Laura, the musically talented daughter of a wealthy Colonel, who shares his nihilistic atheism. Her father and brother are determined to save her, but Laura doesn't want to be saved. She wants nothing less than to bear a child for the devil himself!

This movie is hard work, you guys. It is a slog. It reminds me of one of those Escher paintings where the little guys are climbing infinite stairs and ending up back where they started. This Night I'll Possess Your Corpse is a hundred and eight minutes long, when it really didn't need to be any more than two thirds of that. They've got an extra half-hour to kill and they fill it mainly by showing us the same things, over and over again.

Some of this is just Coffin Joe being gratuitously cruel. There's a scene in which he lets a bunch of tarantulas into the room where his captive women are sleeping, and the spiders walk all over them for a while before they wake up and start screaming, whereupon Joe declares them cowards unworthy of his seed. This takes a couple of minutes, which doesn't sound like much but feels like ages. Shortly thereafter comes a bit where he makes out with his chosen bride while the others get strangled by a pit full of snakes. Again, it goes on way too long and it's really little more than extremely softcore torture porn, as the women writhe and scream in a way that's far more about being sexy than about escaping the animals.

At the end of the spider sequence, Joe's hunchback assistant Bruno (obviously a guy like this has a hunchback assistant) picks the spiders off the women's nightgowns and just tosses them in a box, which is a nice demonstration of how docile tarantulas really are.

In other places, the movie fills time by having Coffin Joe make speeches about his personal philosophy. He is very fond of strapping his captives into some sort of extremely low-tech death trap, and then ranting away like a Bond villain. He does not believe in god or in life after death, and says he pities the 'idiots' who do. Since immortality of the soul is impossible, and so is immortality of the body, Joe hopes to achieve immortality of his bloodline, with the perfect son his perfect woman will give him. He sometimes talks about this son being physically immortal, but I'm not sure if this is supposed to be literal or metaphorical.

He gives a speech like this to the women before tossing them in the snake pit, and several to other characters, such as Laura's brother, Laura herself, and sometimes just the audience. The ideas in them never quite make sense, and I wonder if that's because the audience is assumed to be Catholic while I'm an agnostic potato growing on a Protestant vine. Perhaps I don't properly understand what's supposed to be shocking and horrifying about his rants... or maybe they really are just nonsense. Either way, what the movie is primarily interested in is the relationship between Joe's atheism and his evil. It presents the two as inextricably entwined, each unable to exist without the other.

Joe's atheism is a justification for his abhorrent behaviour. Human lives are short and pointless, and people are ignorant and superstitious, and there's no higher force to care if they suffer. Without a divinity to arbitrate good and evil, the only thing that can make a deed worthwhile is the results. Joe's goal is immortality in whatever form is available to him, a personal escape from this brief meaninglessness by stepping outside the endless cycle of it, and so anything he can do to get there is necessary and indeed admirable. Conversely, the behaviour also justifies the atheism. Several times, Joe tells a victim that if god exists, He has the power to save them from whatever death trap they're strapped into. God never intervenes, and so clearly He doesn't exist, and that in turn means what Joe has done is okay.

In order to be sure that his child will inherit perfect, rational genes, one of the criteria Joe insists on in his mate is 'godlessness' – the women he kidnaps are all atheists or at least agnostics. It seems, however, that at least two don't quite meet this requirement. One clearly believes in some kind of supernatural power, because as she is strangled by the snakes she uses her last breath to place a curse on Joe, telling him he will never have the son he wants and that she will have her revenge from beyond the grave (she is the one who speaks the title). Another, Marcia, is an agnostic, and she almost becomes his chosen babymama before rejecting him on account of his cruelty. Joe then simply lets her go, confident that she will not go to the police because she has no conscience.

Marcia does have a conscience, however, and her conscience is a major factor in Joe's undoing. After witnessing five murders and being an accessory to another, she poisons herself and confesses the truth on her death bed. Upon hearing this, the already restless villagers finally break out that torch-and-pitchfork mob they've been keeping in their back pockets this whole time and hunt him down. What's more surprising is that it turns out Joe himself also has a conscience, and how that conscience manifests is what's really gonna make you hate this movie.

See, Joe has no problem with the fact that he killed the women... they were useless, brainwashed cowards. What upsets him is to learn later that one of them was actually pregnant at the time of her death, meaning he also murdered her child. For some reason this sets him off (insert snide comment about conservative politician of choice), and he has a nightmare in which he is bodily dragged to hell, the movie suddenly changes to colour, and he gets to see the devil zapping people with cartoon lightning from his fingers! I think this is supposed to suggest that despite his explicit rejection of Christian teachings Joe really does believe deep down, and that is why things like the death of the fetus bother him (even if the murders of actual grown-up human beings evidently don't). In the end his atheism is mere stubbornness, as he demands a sign from god and then, when a tree is struck by lightning and falls on him, he declares it a coincidence!

The sequence of hell is not very impressive and consists mostly of naked, genital-less demons whipping people who are stuck in the walls and making halfhearted moaning noises. I wonder if that's the audio that gets passed off as the time Soviet scientists accidentally drilled through to hell.

At the very end of the movie, Joe finally admits he believes and begs for forgiveness as the skeletons of his victims rise out of a swamp to drag him to his death. The priest then nods in satisfaction because it means Joe's soul has been saved... but why should it be? He's a horrible person, a selfish murderer, liar, and rapist! We don't want to see him saved, we want to see him get what he damned well deserves! Him getting drowned by skeletons is great, but knowing he'll go to heaven afterwards is distasteful. I don't wanna share heaven with Coffin Joe, especially when he's never even apologized for all the horrible shit he did.

If you actually watch the movie (which if you do, I want you to remember that I warned you it was long), you will probably come away with a list of things you're surprised I didn't mention in this review, like how Laura agrees that the baby's life is more important than hers, the fact that the devil has Coffin Joe's face, the movie's rather strange definition of 'love', or even just the fact that Joe’s fingernails are like five inches long. To that I can only say that I wish I had the space for it. I try to keep these reviews to not much more than two pages of single-spaced Times New Roman, or around 1500-1800 words, so I stuck to what seemed most relevant to the film's obsession with atheism and morality.

Religious people seem to think these two concepts are inherently at odds. They're not, really... atheist morality is very simple. If there's no afterlife and all we get is a few fleeting moments of consciousness in the uncaring void, then nobody should have to spend that brief existence in pain. Be nice to people. Enjoy yourself. In the words of the prophets: be excellent to each other and party on, dudes.

#mst3k #episodes that never were #reviews #this night i'll possess your corpse #tw: rape #60s

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TWO SWORDS

TWO SWORDS The queue was twenty deep. A long snaking line of sight seers visiting London to see the sights. Big Ben. Tick. Houses of Parliament. Tick. Red buses. Tick. Decked out for summer they stood in the drizzle, animated figures, excited and a little apprehensive.

Long ago the wax had been melted down. Replaced by interactive figures from history. Automatons proudly on display. Ready to answer any questions. Lincoln regaled the audiences. “Four score and seven.” Whilst Churchill smoked huge cigars and never surrendered.

Heroes and villains posed as cameras flashed. Children running excited, zig zag patterns in between the varied displays. Genghis Khan roared and waved his sword to squeals of delight as Chaplin walked his funny walk, back and forth, cane swinging.

The dungeons screams were harrowing. An age limit, only allowed those older, hardy souls, to experience a more realistic vision of mankind’s bloody cruelty. Iron maidens pierced bodies. Racks broke bones. And burning flesh from hot irons mixed with the authentic smells of fear and pain.

6 o’clock. The guards began to gather the stragglers and point them towards the exits. School parties one behind another. Late comers flustered and tutting. One old lady thought Aristotle was the reincarnation of her grandfather. A small offering of olives was left lovingly everyday.

Closing time.

Torquemada in brown sack cloth, a rope for a belt, enters next to Marie Antoinette in leathers. The night shift swapping with the day. Neon lit, pools of darkness loitering in the long echoing corridors. Idols from the silver screen smoulder next to the homicidal ‘pin-ups’of earths most hated despots and dictators.

At the side door beneath a frilled awning stood Neanderthal Bill and Gort, visor flashing with irritation. One, very tall in polished chrome, the other hunched over in an animal skin loin cloth. Club in hand.

SALUBRIOUS, was a venue unlike any other. The eclectic tastes of its patrons started with electric chairs and there crackling colander head gear, before entering a world of mummification and d-day re-enactment, as the virtual met the robotic in terrifying visions so real that medical teams were kept on stand by through out the night.

Mr Briars was a school teacher. Monday to Friday. But on the weekends his teaching became a little esoteric. Salome and Mata Hari call me Hori. Giggled. As in mortar board and gown, hands flexing a bamboo cane he began his lesson.

Esther. Dental hygiene assistant. Dressed in latex screamed as the Thing from the black lagoon slapped her with hands like a frogs slimy flipper. Scales rough against her skin as it tore her fifties petticoats and dress before it threw on the bonnet of the red Corvette to the sound of Johnny be good.

Janet nee Jane, hung tangled in the vines high in the jungle canopy as Tarzan and Cheetah played rock paper scissors for the pleasure of going first.

Nefertiti pushed him back, naked into a writhing bath of milk and coral banded water serpents. There venom releasing a raging hormonal aphrodisiac into his blood system. Sargent Roy Chivers growled mesmerised as she stalked forward in a diaphanous gown. Slowly sinking, deeper and deeper, first her feet, then her knees, hips, breasts, until only the beads in her hair and her eyes outlined in kohl remained. Then they too sank beneath the surface. He groaned.

4 o’clock. Still dark. Patrons begin spilling onto the streets, in groups or alone. An ambulance, siren off, lights still flashing, brings an unwanted realism into there already fading fantasies.

Sam caught the early bus. Long coat over high boots. Reading a metro and drinking an espresso from a paper cup. Make-up smudged. Mascara tearful. She smiled. Wondering why none of the punters questioned how advanced robots would have to be to perform as they did. Snakes were one thing, humans another.

She’d bought another packet of plasters. It helped ease the chafing.

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liocowine · 2 years

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MERGING

There is no question that some of the world’s greatest, not to mention the best value wines,happen to be blends.

Blending often means merging more than one varietal to create a favorable combination. At LIOCO Wine Company of Healdsburg, blending also means merging the flavors and positive characteristics of the same varietals sourced from different California vineyards within the same appellation to create something new, unique, and flavorful.

Since the winemakers at LIOCO Wine Company have always favored thosemid-range European“working man” wines from Burgundy, Piedmont, and the Mosel, their blends also capture a grander sense of place by blending quality grapes from multiple vineyards although from within a single appellation.

Does a blended Chardonnay from the Russian River Valley have a point of view? While a pedigreed, single-vineyard wine may haunt for its utter distinction, blended wines are often more consistent and fun to drink.Wines produced from the grapes of multiple California vineyards can offer a fine-tuned flavor not always achievable with a single vineyard varietal.

A visit to LIOCO’s Healdsburg Tasting Roomwill allow you to experience the distinct qualitiesand craftsmanship of their wonderfully merged blend from multiple California vineyards.

Here is a brief description of four of LIOCO’s unique, current blends available for sampling at their Healdsburg Tasting Room:

Estero, Russian River Valley Chardonnay

LIOCO named this wine Estero, the Spanish word for estuary, in homage to the river-born waterways approaching the local vineyards. The wine is a blend of three prized California vineyards—all dry-farmed and featuring the Old Wente clone, a vine introduced in 1912 from cuttings brought from France.

The anchor vineyard source was planted by the Cameron family in 1968, making it one of the oldest Chardonnay plantings in the Russian River Valley.

Incorporating production from this high-caliber vineyard, which some strictcommercially-minded wineries had previously overlooked, takes Estero to a higherlevel of taste and quality. Picked late but at low Brix (21-22 degrees) and fermented in entirely neutral oak, the profile of the wine is reminiscent of a 1970’s California Chardonnay—crisp, pure, and mineral. And it clocks in at a modest 12.6% alc.

La Selva, Anderson Valley Pinot Noir *Inaugural Release*

The Anderson Valley AVA is one of the last great wine grape-producing sites in California. In earlier times,Anderson Valley was home to apple orchards, later sparkling wine grapes, and today these California vineyards produce high-quality still Pinot Noir.

Twocontrasting climates prevail here —the cool, forested western side (aka “the deep end”) near Philo and the warmer eastern side near Boonville.

LIOCO produces wines from both places, admittingthe high tones of the “deep-end” sites and the sinewy grip of the vineyards around Boonville. Viva la difference!

Our inaugural vintage of La Selva (Spanish for the forest) is a blend of grapes from both areas.

The blend is sourced primarily from grapes of The Conzelman Vineyard, which rests on a slope of decomposed sandstone and fractured rock. Our LIOCO winemaker then “merges” a few barrels of prized Cerise Vineyard Pinot to give the wine a solid foundation of dark, brooding fruit.

The result is a dense but very lively Anderson Valley Pinot Noir.

Laguna, Sonoma Coast Pinot Noir

Just south of Jenner is agreat surfing spot and “shark pit”mouth of the Russian River. After a surf, followed by a quick rinse, visitors can stop for a strong black coffee at Cafe Aquadicabefore making their way back into the towering redwoods along the Russian River.

Our Laguna Pinot Noir was named for the abundant lagoons along this enchanting stretch of coastline. The wine is a blend of three premier Sonoma Coast sites, including the Hirsch Vineyard, where we produce a vineyard-designate wine. The finished productbears a snappy, sweet & sour red fruitinessusually found only in the Pinot Noir from this region.

Following the drought years of 2013 and 2014, the wines herealso communicate a coniferous note—something like ground-up pine cones and redwood bark.

Come and experience this delightful blend at the LIOCO Healdsburg Tasting Room.

Sativa, Mendocino Carignan

At the ripe age of 83, amazing Jim McCutchen still farms by hand his improbable Carignan vineyard on the high ridges above Cloverdale. The rocky soil, steep slopes, and extreme temperatures would usually challenge the most well-equipped vineyard crews, yet this grower from another era does it alone.

The resulting LIOCO wine, Sativa, named for our favorite strain of Cannabis, comes from the oldest vines and ripest clusters. LIOCO’s winemakers employ a prohibition-era fermentation method (100% whole clusters beneath a submerged cap) that results in a unique expression of this underrated grape.

At first taste, Sativa is dense and powerful but still lively and drinkable. Black fruits intermingle with dried wild herbs and chai tea spice. This one is reminiscent of one of those expensive Kermit wines from the Languedoc.

Come to LIOCO’s Healdsburg Tasting Room

To learn more about this unique winery and its highly creative approach to winemaking, arrange to visit the LIOCO Healdsburg Tasting Room. Sample some of LIOCO’s superb offerings produced from grapes from the most interesting and historic California vineyards and heritage vine clones.

For more information or to shop for wines, visit the LIOCO Wine Company website.

Reservations are recommended. To make reservations for a genuinely fascinating winetasting in the Healdsburg Tasting Room, phone (707)-395-0148.

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Bosphorus to Asia

To this incomparable position of security we must add that, whilst one side of the city faces an inland sea of wonderful beauty, which is rather a lake than a sea, another side of the city looks across the Bosphorus to Asia; on the third side of the city is her own secure port of the 1 Busbecq’s Letters, translated by Forster and Daniel, 1881.

Golden Horn, about four miles long and more than half a mile wide. Here a thousand ships can ride in safety, and the channel is so deep that in places the biggest vessels can lie beside the quays. The country round is diversified with hills, valleys, and tableland, broken by bays and gulfs, and crowned with distant mountains. The Propontis and its shores teem with fish, fruit, vines, woods, and marbles, whilst in the far horizon the snowy folds of the Bithynian Olympus float as a dim but radiant vision in the distance.

The extension of modern artillery has reduced and almost destroyed the defensive capacities of the city on the land-ward. But from the time of Xerxes until the present century guided tour ephesus, its power of defence was almost perfect so long as Byzantium could command the sea. She possessed nearly all the advantages of an island; but of an island placed in a sheltered inland sea, an island from which rich districts both of Asia and Europe could be instantly reached in open boats, or by a few hours’ sail in any kind of ship. A city, having magnificent harbours and roadsteads and abundant waterways in every direction, had all the peculiar features which have gone to create the power of Syracuse, Alexandria, Venice, Amsterdam, London, or New York. But Byzantium had this additional security — that, with all the facilities of an island, she could close her marine gates against any hostile fleet and forbid their approach within sight.

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Tyre, Carthage, Athens, Syracuse, Alexandria— we may say all famous seaports throughout the Mediterranean (except Venice, which lay safe in her lagoons), were exposed to a hostile fleet; and all of them have been more than once invested by invaders from the sea. But so long as Byzantium had forces enough at sea to close the gate of the Bosphorus and also that of the Hellespont, she was unassailable by any hostile fleet. And so long as she had forces enough on land to man the long wall across the great peninsula, and also to defend her great inner fortifications across the smaller peninsula, she was impregnable to any invading army.

It would be unwise in a civilian to express any opinion of his own on the very important problem of the degree in which modern appliances of war have deprived Constantinople of her peculiar powers of defence. We are told that, so far as the closing of the Bosphorus and the Hellespont extend, the resources of the artillerist and the submarine engineer have greatly increased their defensive capacity. Constantinople is, of course, no longer safe from an enemy posted on the heights, either above Pera, Scutari, or Eyub; and obviously her ancient walls and fortification are useless. But with first-class forts to protect both Scutari and Pera, and also the heights to the west of the city — which together might require some four complete corps d’armies—and with a first-class fleet in the Marmora, Constantinople would, even to-day, be far stronger for defence than any existing capital in Europe, perhaps stronger than any great city in the world.

The peculiar position of Byzantium was alike fitted for offence or for defence. It was essentially a maritime position, the full resources of which could only be used by a power strong at sea. If it issued northwards, through its gate on the Bosphorus, it could send a fleet to any point of the Black Sea—a vast expanse of 172,000 square miles, having one of the greatest drainage areas in the world. Thus, in a few days, armies and munitions could be carried to the mouths either of the Danube, the Dnieper, or the Don, to the shores of the Crimea, or else eastward to the foot of the Caucasus, or to any point on the north coast of Asia Minor.

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