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acciohunks · 2 years
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“Robbie was one of the funniest people I’ve met and used to keep us laughing constantly as kids on the set,” Radcliffe’s statement reads. “I’ve especially fond memories of him keeping our spirits up on ‘Prisoner of Azkaban,’ when we were all hiding from the torrential rain for hours in Hagrid’s hut and he was telling stories and cracking jokes to keep morale up. I feel incredibly lucky that I got to meet and work with him and very sad that he’s passed. He was an incredible actor and a lovely man.”
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favficbirthdays · 7 months
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Happy Birthday
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Anne Sherry (14th October)
My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!
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sspellmen · 7 months
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Too bad I won’t be there.
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planetbeanie · 1 year
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any for may 6 and/or october 14?
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Those birthdays are shared with
Topaz the Leopard (5/6)
Zippy the Turtle (10/14)
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 months
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Torture Squad - Requiem For The Headless Ride
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massoud91 · 7 months
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It’s a good look!
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abnormal-tulip · 2 years
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no.13, soul no.14, silent [not SHHH silent, silent hill] no.15, flowers yeaaah guess who finished all of these today!!!!!!! and not daily like they're supposed to!!☆ put a tag for pyramid head since that's the pose urotsuki's doing☆ all made in painters essentials☆
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musical-suicide · 2 years
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brookepricer · 2 years
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Daily Spell: October 14th
Spell to Welcome Winter
You’ll Need:
Allspice & cinnamon
An apple, sliced into wedges
Even though it's only October, today is the day of the Norse Vinternatsblot celebration, which marked the onset of winter in the northern European world. It may still be autumn where you live, but as the nights grow cold and long, it's a reminder that the seasons are always changing. Welcome the coming winter by doing this spell after dark, when the night is cold and brisk.
Sit outside in the darkness and look up at the stars. Mix together the allspice and cinnamon, and dip the first wedge of the apple into it. before you take your first bite, say “Farewell to autumn, and welcome to winter period the seasons change, and so do I. As winter moves in, I bring to my home joy, abundance, and blessings.”
Repeat this for each wedge of the apple until all are gone. Think about the blessings you hope to receive in the coming months.
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“Daily Spellbook for the Good Witch: Quick, Simple, and Practical Magic for Every Day of the Year,” by Patti Wigington 
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wokeup5sostrash · 2 years
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The End.
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songspiral · 2 years
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"Ladye Bay" by The Big Moon
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favficbirthdays · 7 months
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Happy Birthday
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Erwin Smith (14th October)
Attack On Titan
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sspellmen · 2 years
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He’s giving face attitude and his and. Also, I love this color.
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voiceoffenrisulfr · 5 months
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With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 14
“I hate it” – “No, you don’t” – October 14th prompt. An injured Clint is taken care of by an equally-injured Matt.
Check it out on AO3 here, or under the KR :)
I woke with a soft groan, stretching out with a sigh, one hand reaching out blindly for my partner absently, frowning when I found only cold sheets. “Matt?” I murmured, one eye opening tiredly. We’d spent a significant proportion of yesterday getting checked out – him by his nurse friend, and me at the Tower. Our doctors confirmed what  Nat thought – a little swelling, a little bruising, but I’d be back on my feet before long, though I’d been ordered for bed rest for at least a week to keep from exacerbating the damage. Matt, meanwhile, had been told to take a break from his vigilantism for at least a month – but at least his day-job wouldn’t suffer much. He’d be back at work within a few days, though his dexterity likely wouldn’t be up to scratch for a while. We’d spent the evening sprawled in bed in a medicated haze, both smelling blissfully of bodywash and the distinct absence of garbage, and I’d sworn him off morning coffee duty for the foreseeable future. And yet… He nudged the door open, one-handedly juggling a breakfast tray I didn’t even know I owned, complete with food and two steaming cups of coffee, his other arm still supported in a sling. I bolted upright quickly, shimmying closer as best I could with the brace around my knee. “Matt, what the hell are you doing? We talked about this!” “You can’t walk, Clint, and I wanted coffee. Figured I may as well make some breakfast while I was at it; you’ll need your strength.” He smiled so sweetly that my stunned disbelief and mild annoyance at his perseverance faded, and I extended my – fully functional – hands to take the tray from him, eyeing up the bacon and eggs, sausages, toast, beans… “This isn’t ‘some breakfast’, Matthew Michael Murdock. This is a veritable feast, and you’re supposed to be resting,” I chastised gently. “Well, I’m getting back in bed – does that count?” he chuckled, wriggling in beside me with a happy sigh. “Mmm. A few days off work with you sounds like heaven... Even if it is because we got hurt by trash.” I snorted as I slid his coffee into his hand, shaking my head fondly. “You’re a menace, Devil. But yes... A couple days’ rest sounds divine, guilty as I feel about it.” He took his plate from the tray, biting into a sausage and chewing thoughtfully before replying. “Nothing to feel guilty about. I’m the one they were after. I’m the one who dragged you into it... And I’m the one who needed you to guide us.” He winced minutely, and I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. He blames himself. Like... Actually blames himself. “Matt... You know it’s fine, right? This wasn’t your fault. These things happen; it was just an accident.” He frowned minutely. “But-” “No.” “I just-” “Nope. Give it up, Matt.” A soft, snorted laugh crept from between his turned-down lips, his temple finding my shoulder. “Fine, fine. But, whether it was my fault or not, I’m still going to look after you until I go back to work. That’s not a question,” he added as I inhaled sharply to protest, arm snaking briefly around my waist to hold me close. “You are going to let me take care of you.” Chuckling softly, I kissed his head before tucking into my food. “I guess I’ll reluctantly accept it.”
As reluctant as I was to be waited upon, and I’d never admit it aloud, but Matt’s doting attention was profoundly delightful. I half-dozed on his chest throughout the morning, disturbed only so he could get up and return with an almost-overspilling bowl of soup. “Chicken noodle? Seriously? I’m injured, not sick,” I snorted, shaking my head fondly, and he scowled affectionately. “Injured is a type of sick,” he argued enthusiastically, dropping down beside me to nuzzle into my throat. “Now eat your soup so you’ll get better. I’m pretty sure that’s how it works.” Chuckling under my breath, I tucked in eagerly – groaning at the first delightful mouthful. “Fine… I’ll admit it, that’s… Actually really good,” I muttered, earning a wide grin. We settled back into our movie until I was done – a trashy romance movie we’d stumbled across, set in a picturesque fall of orange and yellow. The audio description did a far better job of describing the beauty of the scenes than I ever could have managed, and I winced minutely at the memory of my fumbling explanation of the sight sprawled before us that first night at the cabin. But he simply rolled his eyes with a huff, wriggling closer into my side and making soft sounds of contentment, chest rumbling against me happily.
The day darkened quickly this time of year, and when Matt rose to turn on the lights for me, I pouted when he didn’t return to my side, instead sitting a couple of feet away. “No- why?” I whined, one hand extended petulantly, earning a quiet laugh as he pulled my legs into his lap clumsily, his uninjured hand gently kneading the ball of my foot and quickly eliciting a soft groan with his deft fingers. “Good?” he prompted, grinning in my direction with a self-satisfied expression. “I hate it,” I retorted weakly, and he laughed. “No, you don’t,” he murmured, shifting to the other foot and earning a renewed grunt of happiness. “No,” I sighed limply, head falling back. “No… I don’t. I love you, Matt.” ‘I love you,’ he signed in return, the motion pressed to my chest gently, and I couldn’t help but smile. @flufftober
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 7 months
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𝔗𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔖𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔡 - 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔒𝔣 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔶 ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴
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nosamyrag · 7 months
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