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Showerhead 2 | mattheo riddle

pt. 2 — you can find pt. 1 here

summary: after you and mattheo had some fun in the shower, you two can‘t stop thinking about each other and that night. But who gives in first to sin again after a little jealousy?

words: 5,1k

warnings: heavy dirty talk again, cursing, making out, dry humping, teasing, controlling, praising, bj, unprotected p in v, shower, swallowing, legilimency (mind reading),

note: you don‘t have to read part 1 for this part but have fun if you want to

— in the great hall —

After that night in the shower 2 weeks ago, I couldn‘t stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it in my sleep, daydreamed about it in class and lunch while Hermione talked about some book we needed to read to understand everything in potions.

I hated it but everytime we crossed paths, he winked at me and I couldn't help myself but start blushing. As soon as I saw his face, I saw it between my legs.

"Y/n? Are you even listening?" Hermione says and shakes me a litte at my shoulder. "What? Yeah yeah of course, I'm gonna read it." They all look at each other before their eyes are on me again. "We were actually talking about how Cormac seems to have quite interest in you." Harry then continues.

I start laughing loud, looking at them as If each of them has 3 heads." What the hell are you talking about?" "Told ya she's not listening.." Ron says, raising his eyebrows as he bites into his toast.

"I thought he‘s interested in Hermione?" I ask as my laughter calms down a bit. "Harry heard him talking about how he would - well.. do certain things to you." My amused face turns into a disgusting one as I hear what Ron says.

"Yeah and guess who‘s got an invention to Slughorn‘s dinner?" Hermione says with raised eyebrows.

Ron looks at her shoked. "What?? That prick got one and I didn‘t?"

"Oh god no.." a few days ago Harry, Hermione and myself got an invention to tonights Slughorn‘s dinner for his favorite students. ".. but wait, how do you know who‘s coming?" I ask her. "I just asked him after the last lesson of potions. It‘s Neville, Ginny, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Corma –" "Mattheo Riddle?" I ask her shocked, looking at her with wide eyes.

I would see him again? Like.. this close and with people around us? My mind is racing as Hermione answers. "Yeah well, you know he‘s really smart and good in potions." "And he has an interest in special students and Mattheo is.. well – special." Harry comments.

Ron snorts and talks with a full mouth. "Mh yeaw hiff fatha was "speschal".

Hermione rolls his eyes at his full mouth and looks at me again. "Why are you so suprised by his name?" she asks me a little suspicious. " oh uh- just suprised, i always thought Mattheo is uh - not interested in things like that."

"Why would chou think about wat Mattheo is-" "Ron just eat and shut up!" I snap at him making the other two widen their eyes a bit.

I collect my things and stand up from the table. "I‘m gonna go to.. god i don‘t know I‘m gonna go." I say, walking off before they can answer. Because it‘s the weekend I luckily don‘t have classes today. I don‘t think I could concentrate in one of them after the information I just got. God why him? Why me? Maybe I can say I feel sick.. no he would know. I can‘t back down.

I walk down a hall, not thinking where I am going and suddenly crash into something hard but not as hard as a wall. My book and writing stuff falls to the ground and I look up, staring right into the face of Mattheo.

My brain went blank in this monent. "What princess? Aren‘t you happy to see me?" he grins down at me before he gets down and picks up my stuff. "Hm I remember a similar moment, same position." He smiles even more when he sees my red cheeks and not talking mouth. As he gives me my stuff he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers "I‘m looking forward to tonight" And with that, he‘s gone.

I‘m so fucked.

— at the evening —

" Do you know what you‘re wearing?" I ask Hermione while I put on some makeup. I hear her sigh and she goes "yeah I have this one dress I really like. What about you?" I shake my head as I search for my lipliner. " Not really, but I have enough dresses so I‘ll find something." Hermione laughs at my comment as she pulls out her dress and changes into it.

After I‘m done with my makeup and hair, I walk over to my closet, looking for a nice dress.

"What about this one? It would fit perfectly for the occasion." She says as she pulls out a dress of mine. It is long and black, with cute little arms on it. "It‘s pretty but I want something.. else." As i go trough my clothes I think about Mattheo again and what would impress him. God I need to stop it.

"Well what are you looking for?" "Hmm something likeee.. this." It‘s perfect. It‘s short but not too short, i know it sits beautifully on me and.. it‘s green.

(imagine something like this but in some green tone and longer so it‘s more school approved)

Hermione raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Are you sure? Isn‘t it a little too.. party?" I love her for how she always chose her words wisely and with a knowledge for not hurting and judging people. I know what she meant but she would never think about judging me. Even when I put my clothes on she wouldn‘t pick, she makes me feel great in them.

"Yeah, I‘m sure." I smile, putting it on. When I look into the mirror I smile even more, thinking about how Mattheo will react seeing me in it.

As the time comes we take our purses and walk outside our dorms, meeting Harry and Ron in the common room. "You both look great." Harry tells us like the gentlemen he is but Ron just scans me like a little hater and looks at me. "Isn‘t that a little too flashy?" "Ron!" Hermione hits him on the shoulder.

"Don‘t be mad at what you can‘t have Ronald." I say grinning and winking at him before I link my arm into Harry‘s with Hermione doing the same on his right side.

We walked through Hogwarts, towards the dinner and the closer we got the more my heart started beating as If I‘m running a marathon.

I open the door in front of us after taking one last deep breath and walk inside with my two friends.

Everyone was already there, seated perfectly. "Oh hello you three! I‘m so glad you made it. Please choose a seat and get comfortable." Professor Slughorn greets us. I always liked him, even tho many say he‘s a little weird sometimes but I think thats exactly what I do like about him.

As I walk towards an empty seat, I scan the table, looking at Mattheo when I found him but his eyes were already on my dress.

Quickly I look away, seeing that Cormacs eyes were on me too which made me gag a little.

But god Mattheo looks so good. He wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and black slacks. Damn what I would give to ride his thigh in these – "Y/n you‘re staring." Hermione whispers into my ear, making me realise i stared right at Mattheo, but to my suprise he‘s still looking, not breaking eye contact for a second.

I gulp and look away, feeling my cheeks getting warm. God I hate it so much what kind of affect he has on me. I can‘t be the only one..

Wait. I‘m a woman. I can definitely tease him and make him feel the same.

The dinner goes on, nothing special besides Ginny who came in crying. Definitely have to ask her with Hermione about that later in detail.

As desert comes I look around the table, meeting Cormacs eyes. He licks of some ice cream from his fingers and wiggles his eybrows at me. Oh god I think I‘m gonna throw up.

As soon as I can I look away to Mattheo who was giving Cormac one of his death stares. Interesting.

I don‘t really know why i think it‘s a good idea but i do think it is. So I lean back a little, presenting the low cut at the front of my chest. I see Mattheo‘s eyes flicker to my chest and so do Cormac‘s but Mattheo‘s eyes switch back really fast to Cormac and give him a second glare. Really interesting.

I smile triumphal and lean a bit forwards again, pressing my boobs together this time. Instantly I get a headache but a really intense one. I hiss in pain which makes Harry look at me worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just got an really bad headache.“ i whisper back, wondering what it caused.

Soon the dinner was over and everyone thanked Slughorn for the invitation. "I‘ll stay and try to figure out what that missing memory of Slughorn‘s is." Harry whispers to us before staying behind.

My headache got a bit better but It still didn‘t go away. As we walked trough the door I said to Hermione and Ginny "You guys go to the common room, I‘ll follow. I just wanna get some advil from Miss Pomfrey.“ They nod and tell me that they will go into Ginny‘s room to talk more privately.

It‘s already late and a bit after curfew but Professor Slughorn told us he made sure we would get in no trouble If someone sees us.

I rub my head slighty, trying to ease the pain on my way but nothing helped.

Then, out if nowhere a hand slaps over my mouth and a arm wraps around me, pressing me against a body. I scream into the hand, trying to get myself free until I see who the hand and arm belongs to.

"You didn‘t think I would let you go off that easily in that little dress of yours huh?“ Mattheo breathes against my face as it was only a few inches away from mine.

He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth, letting me speak. "What do you mean?" I ask and try the innocent act but he doesn‘t buy it.

"Oh princess, princess, princess. You can‘t fool me. I know that you wore this excuse of an dress for me. Fuck and also in my house color's? That‘s no fucking coincidence."

I gulp at his words and the fact that he knows who I wore it for. There‘s not even a single chance for me to lie. "And what If I did wore it for someone else?" Only one way and that‘s to push his last buttons. Oh how I wanted to push that buttons until –

"Someone else, yeah? Then who was it for?" "Cormac." As soon as his name left my mouth I regretted it. I see his jaw clenching and his grin fading. "Cormac yeah? So you didn‘t thought about me the whole dinner?" I slowly shake my head no, not daring to move now.

"So you‘re wet for him right now? Not me?" "What? I‘m not–" but as soon as I move my legs I feel it too. Shit. When I only look up at him his grin comes back.

"Yeah that‘s what I thought.. so why don‘t we skip this bullshit and you come with me?" Before I can even answer him, he takes my hand and pulls me trough the corridors, towards the Slytherin common room. " Mattheo I can't-" "Shut up." he hisses and whispers something under his breath so the doors to his common room would open.

"Can't fucking believe you pulled such a show in front of that stupid dick." he growled quietly before we reach his dorm. I start smiling as I see he's getting mad at the fact that Cormac saw me in that dress. "T'fuck you smiling about huh?"

As we enter his room I notice that there is only one bed which makes me wonder. "Don't you have a roommate?" "No, I have my own room." I scoff at his answer and look around his room. It has a big bed beside the window of the room and a little nightstand beside it. On the other side of the room is a big couch and a armchair.

But before I could think about it any further, he pulls me into his lap, face towards his, after he sat down on the armchair. "You know, you could have just told me If you missed me princess. Didn't need to dress all up for me." He puts his hands on my hips, grabbing them tightly.

I roll my eyes at him and act as If I didn't already enjoy his touch. "Didn't miss you." I say, looking away from him. He chuckles and pulls my face back to his with his fingers on my chin. "Are you sure?" I only nod and look into his brown eyes. They look so dark without any light in the room, that they send even more shivers down my spine than usual.

"Is your head better? Still in any pain?" he asks me grinning. "Yeah they-" wait. I never told him about my headache. Or could he hear when I told Hermione and Ginny? Or when Harry asked me at dinner?

His hands slowly wander down to my tights were my dress slowly rose up and placed them there, squeezing my flesh lightly. I felt his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It's gotten better, right?" he asks again. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me bite my lip.

"How do you know?" I ask him in a whisper. "I know everything that goes through your pretty little mind baby."

I tried to figure out what he meant by that but I couldn't concentrate with his hands on my skin and his lips almost against my neck. I need him so much.

"What baby, can't concentrate? Too much for you already?" he coos and finally kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin between his lips.

I can't believe how easy he gets under my skin with his kisses and whispers, not even doing anything. " I know you dreamed about me these last two weeks, thought about me at every chance you got. In class, in the shower, wishing it was me who touched you." he groaned against my throat.

My eyebrows squeeze together at his words. " How would you know that?" "Did you never wonder why your head always hurted at the same times?" I gasp and pull my neck away from him. " Are you reading my mind?" my eyes go wide as he just smiles at me sheepishly. Oh my god, no. This can't be. He's not allowed to know all these private thoughts.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to stay away and wait until you would come back to me but you little minx didn't and after tonight.. I couldn't just let you slip away from me again."

"Y-you can't do that Mattheo. That's not allowed. These are my thoughts." "I know baby but I couldn't help myself after that night in the shower. You were like a dream coming true so submissive and responsive to me. Fuck I'm already getting hard just thinking about it. But you understand I didn't have a chance, right? I couldn't risk you thinking about someone else then me."

He slowly pulled my dress up, exposing my tights and underwear. "God are you for real? Did you plan this?" he groans as he sees my matching set, a dark green lingerie set.

He pulls me closer to him, looking deep into my eyes.

"Ride my thigh." he commands and puts his hands back on my hips. "What?" I ask, looking at him dumbfounded. " It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you getting off this time." I look at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How could he be so cruel?

"C'mon, ride it baby I know you thought about it at dinner." My cheeks got red as he mentioned that. He dips his head towards my neck again and starts covering it in wet kisses. "Don't test my patience, love." he whispers and tightens his grip on my hips, moving them slowly. I gasp at the sudden friction.

"Feels good, right?" I only nod, closing my eyes as I start to move my hips in circles against his thigh. I feel so dirty doing this but at the same time it feels so good to finally get the friction I needed the last weeks again.

I feel my clit rubbing against my underwear, making me whimper and move my hips faster. "Fuck, look at you. I thought you were desperate back in the shower but now you're just getting yourself off on my thigh like a dirty little whore." I moaned at his words combined with his kisses on my skin. His lips went lower, first towards my collarbones, then further down to my chest.

I feel one hand of him wander to my underwear and pushing it to the side so my bare pussy rubbed against the material of his pants. I whine at the feeling, my hands grabbing his broad shoulders. " Oh my god. I'm so close Mattheo." He laughs wickedly against my chest, pushing down my dress so it hangs at the middle of my body. His mouth wanders to my bra, unclasping it with one hand behind my back.

"You're so beautiful baby, never ever am I waiting two weeks again for that." he growls and starts massaging my boobs and playing with my sensitive nipples.

I arch my back, shivers run down my spine at his touch. The grinding get's more and more intense. "Feel this?" he asks as he takes my hand and puts it on his bulge. "It's just for you." I bite my lip and look down at my hand. It looks so painful that I start massaging it through his pants. He bucks his hips up into my touch, his breathing getting heavier.

While still riding his thigh, I open his pants and push them down together with his boxershorts. His already fully hard cock slaps against his stomach before I take him into my hand. I spread the pre-cum over his tip with my thumb and start moving my hand up and down. "Shit princess.." he hisses, thrusting his hips up into my hand.

"I'm so close Mattheo.." I whine as I almost start rutting my hips against him. "Come on my leg baby, do it." he groans, lips apart.

I let go of his cock for a moment to dig my nails into his shoulders for support as I press my throbbing clit harder against him. He takes his cock into his hand and jerks himself off as he watches me panting and moaning.

With a deep twisting feeling in my stomach I come all over his thigh, riding out my orgasm.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he says and I look down at his pants, a big wet spot on them now. My legs still shake from my high and I look up at him again.

Mattheo's POV:

Fuck. I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that this girl is going to be the death of me. With hooded eyes she looks up at me and almost get's me to cum in my own hand just from her eyes looking into mine. She had such a chokehold on me, but I will never admit that to her.

I smile down at her before I speak "already fucked out again and I didn't even touched you." The same thing I told her two weeks ago after I've eaten her pussy and she came after 3 minutes.

"Fuck off." she mumbles and falls slightly against my chest. "As much as I enjoy this closeness baby.." I start, nodding towards my rock hard cock, laying against my stomach.

I push a strand of hair behind her ear and whisper into it. " Suck on it." Her eyes go wide and she looks down on me with those innocent eyes again. " Don't tell me you never sucked cock with those pretty lips." I say, looking at her plump lips, almost begging to be fucked.

She rolls her eyes at me again, making me want to choke her until she stops. " I have." Her answer makes my clench my jaw, wishing she would've just said she didn't.

I pushed her down in front of my legs. I grab a pillow from the couch beside us and put it under her knees, making her grin. " Don't tell me you suddenly care for me Matty?" Now I am the one who rolls his eyes.

I grab her pretty hair into a ponytail and push her towards my cock. She takes it into her hand and starts to lick off the pre-cum from my tip. A moment later she starts sucking on my tip, making me smile. I have a feeling this is going to be good.

I hiss as her wet lips and warm mouth take more of my cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and let my head hang backwards. " Come on y/n, show me what you got."

Suddenly she takes me all the way down her throat, my eyes almost bulging out of my head and my mouth falling open. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I groan, gritting my teeth together. I swear I could feel her smile around me.

She bobs her head up and down in a fast pace, making me moan and groan like a little bitch. Fuck, what is it with this girl?

I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. " Oh Shit." I lift my head up to look down at her. Her eyes are teary and her hands support herself on my tights. I start grinning, wishing I could take a picture of her pretty mouth around me.

Her throat clenches around me so delicious I almost came. "Hmm baby, you know how to suck cock. Gonna give you that." I pant.

One of her hands go down to my balls, massaging them. " Oh - " I throw my head back again, feeling something in my lower stomach. My hips buck up and I hear her gag, only getting me closer to my high. "M' gonna cum down your throat and you'll swallow it, yeah?" I ask her, breathing heavy. It doesn't take me long to cum and fill her mouth. "Fuckkk.." I groan, pushing her down even harder so her nose touches my stomach.

"Swallow it. All of it." I slowly let go of her, but seeing her cough a little only fuels my desire. She opens her mouth after she swallows and shows me that she swallowed every single drop.

"That's a good girl. Now come on.. let's take a shower." I say grinning at her and helping her back up. "Mattheo I don't know If I can walk so far." she sighs as she stands on her still shaky legs.

I kiss the top of her head, something I never do but just feels right with her. " You don't have to. I have my own shower." I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my bathroom."

Y/n's POV:

As he picks me up to carry me, I feel a few butterfly's in my stomach but I try to suppress them.

He let's me down when we stand under his shower. His clothes hit the floor. "Hot or cold?" he ask, putting his hand on the tap. "Hot." I say and watch his back. Last time I didn't noticed but he has big scars all over his back, some even on his chest. He must see my face cause he asks me "What's wrong?" I shake my head and try to smile.

"Nothing." I see it in his eyes that he doesn't buy my lie but doesn't push me either. As the warm water hits my skin, I sigh in relief. I let my hair get wet and wash off the makeup I had on. While I did so, Mattheo stands right behind me, his hands on my hips, scanning my face.

I open my eyes and see him looking. " What?" I ask grinning. " You're beautiful." I roll my eyes and look away again, trying to hide my blush. "You don't have to try to get into my pants. You already are." He turns me around and holds my face. " Hey.. I really mean it. And not just your body. Your face is prettier than the ones of angels." My eyes widen at his words, not expecting that kind of words from him.

He clears his throat and looks away for a moment himself. That's when I grab his face in both my hands and crash my lips into his. The kiss is hungry, more passionate and different than the last times. More tender.

One of his hands slide up and down my back, while the other lays on my hip. "You make me crazy, princess." he admits, mumbling against my lips. I smile into the kiss. "Don't go soft Mattheo." I say, teasing him.

He starts kissing my neck, but less soft and more aggressively now. "Remember who's in charge here baby. I would choose your words wisely." He lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "This time I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

He takes his cock into his hand and positions it at my entrance, teasing me with it. „Mattheo come on, fuck me.." i huff out frustrated. "Beg for it, wanna hear you beg again like the last time I fucked you." I roll my eyes at his ego, but still do as he tells me to. "Please, I'm already begging you to fuck me."

Ge grins down at me and slowly pushes inside me, holding eye contact the whole time. His lips part and his eyes get lazy. "Fuck, you feel just as good as the first time I fucked you stupid."

I want to bite back but only bite my lip as he starts thrusting in a fast and hard pace. "What was that? I'm going soft princess?" His grip on my hips gets tighter and he starts kissing my neck up and down. " N-no you're not.." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.

What was is that he had me under his control so much? Not even a single brain cell told me to not do as he says. I can't with this boy..

His lips work their way up to my ear and he whispers "I'm a man baby, a boy wouldn't fuck you like I do. " Goosebumps erupt over my body and again he's right. " Stop messing around in my head." I growl lightly, supressing a moan in my throat. "You're all mine. I don't give a shit about how you see that, cause I know your body screams for mine every night. And it will never get someone else's. Do you understand?"

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me while thrusting his hips against mine. A shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes, but this time not a good one. It was ice cold. I never saw him looking tat serious and cold. Possesive. "Do. You. Under. Stand." he asks me again, deep and hard thrust for every word.

"God yes, Mattheo. I understand!" I cry out as his fingers find their way towards my clit, rubbing it in circles. My nails leave marks all over his back, drawing a little blood.

He starts hissing but laughing at the same time at the pain. He's gonna be the death of me. "No, you're gonna be mine, princess. Do that again with your nails, turns me on." As I don't, he mumbles a quite "okay" and presses me harder against the shower wall, fucking me even deeper and more brutal. My nails find their way back inside his skin and I'm sure If we had been o the bed It would be broken by now.

"When are you gonna learn to not be a little brat, huh?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I own you now, baby." I let out half a snort half a chuckle. " Do I own you then too?" I ask sarcastically. " You own every inch of me."

My face falls a little at his answer, not expecting it. Did he mean that?But as soon as my thoughts started, I forgot them as he starts to rub my clit even harder, but in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yeah look at that in pleasure twisting face, that's fucking it." he groans, his thrust becoming more erratic. One hand leaves my hip and wraps itself around my throat, squeezing it with the perfect amount of pressure. A broken scream leaves my lips with my eyes rolling back.

"Yeah scream so loud Cormac hears who‘s name you‘re moaning tonight." I press my lips together but he squeezes my throat tighter. My walls clench around him, making him lose his control, eyes rolling back a bit with a smile to it. "I love that pussy so much fuck.I bet he can't fuck you like I can, huh?"

This time my answer comes in a instant. " No- no he can't. I'm so close Mattheo, please." I moan as I feel this deep twisting feeling in my stomach. His lips meet mine, to my surprise. Unlike how he fucks, he kisses me soft and passionate. "Come around me baby.Please fucking come around me." he groans almost desperate.

And just like that I let go and let the feeling of my orgasm overflow me. "Hm shit.. can I come inside you baby?" Mattheo pants against my lips while he looks down between us. I just nod quickly, feeling him coming inside me a few seconds later. "Shit.." a whimper leaves his lips as he fills me up.

My stomach twists again at the sound so I look at him and scan his face for a moment. I think that's the hottest sound my ears ever came across. He looks fucked out too, his eyes heavy.

He slowly pulls out but still holds me. "You make me so addicted." he confesses to me, looking between my eyes and lips. I had to. " So you're going soft now again?" I tease him, out of breath.

He chuckles lowly which ends with me bent over every single surface in his room.

I don't know how long I can survive in that.

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Hopelessly Hopeful https://ift.tt/ecHWBom by NicePlaceToBe Cormas McLaggen decided to pursue Hermione, and she decided to tell a little white lie to get him off her back. Then Lavender gets involved, and there are tea leaves and unfinished reports and letters and well, everything spirals from there. Or: Malfoy, Have you finished the report yet? Granger Granger Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Malfoy P.S. You do know I’m qualified for my position, don’t you? Malfoy Please know that you and your shocking work ethic have no effect on my knickers. Granger P.S. Really? You certainly had me fooled. Words: 18620, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Cormac McLaggen Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Divination, Love Letters, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Idiots in Love, Fluff, maybe a touch of angst, I don’t even know how to describe what this became via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/2FsGU7B April 09, 2024 at 10:36PM

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The Cirque du Freak movie wasn't all bad. I'm rewatching it for the first time in like a decade and I genuinely love a lot of its ideas

The intro credits are phenomenal - more movies need animated intros

I love the score + soundtrack

I love how literally everyone in Darren's home town dresses in pastels and are freaky neat, except for rebellious Steve who's allowed to wear dark grey

I love how batshit Darren's parents are. The "college, job, family" scene is honestly a great addition

I love how assholeish Josh Hutcherson's portrayal of Steve is

I love that they're learning about the Cold War in school, which is a really neat parallel to the stalemate of the vampires/vampaneze that had been going on until Darren and Steve got involved

I like that Harkat bites Steve :)

Ken Watanabe is THE perfect choice for Mr Tall, holy fuck

I love the Wolf Man's design

I love that they used practical effects for Evra and the Wolf Man

I love that several of the performers act together, like the Wolf Man + Corma Limbs or Rhamus + Gertha

I am a gay gay homo gay so I love the way they did Madame Truska

I actually think movie Crepsley is really good, even if he's nothing like book Crepsley. He's a different character, but he's an equally enjoyable character

I love that Willem Dafoe is here for some reason. Don't love that he's playing Gavner, of all characters, but I love to see him

The script and story is all over the place but the directing is actually pretty solid

This:

Madam Octa is adorable

I honestly kinda love how much weird stuff the movie just makes up. What the fuck is the Book of Souls? Who's Vincent? Why is Murlough hanging our with Tiny?

I love the "now you're a THIEF and a LIAR" scene

"Why didn't we just take the elevator?" "I get claustrophobic"

Not a point for or against the movie, but it's hilarious that this Larten 1) can read and 2) knows what the internet is

I'm not fond of Larten/Truska as a couple, but I do like how their conversations and arguments are written

I like that it's explicit that Mr Tiny manipulated Steve into hating Darren

I like that Evra is allowed to say bitch and Steve is allowed to say asswipe. These kids deserve to swear

It's really hamfisted, but I do love the "don't be a normie, it's cool to be a freak" theme

#cirque du freak #darren shan

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american, german, dutch and russian forenames BUT excluding "y"

Aaler Aalphilah Aarmarter Aaroslawn Aarta Abardia Abdali Abduarrit Abdulipp Abijn Abilla Ablar Ablaus Abnotteri Abrud Ademkia Aderio Aditha Admin Adoren Adries Agabas Agafakimin Agafan Agaig Agapie Agapriteff Agard Agardon Agarie Agarterina Agavim Agavrossa Agtjan Alasela Albenn Aldan Aldrijn Alilhem Alini Alislauris Allinasipp Almarstat Alvip Ambet Amondawn Amune Amvra Anata Ancen Andangrie Andrie Andse Anellastep Angora Aniate Aniete Aniil Aniilla Annia Annifton Arduand Arduart Arochrik Arosielor Auradorie Avdie Avdiette Avdim Avdix Avele Avelin Averna Aveslaude Avgafons Avgus Aviamick Aviana Avichina Avicto Aviele Avina Avksia Avksikton Avrons Avseasta Avvald Avvangerna Axina Bariste Basip Beanne Belie Bendir Berdikh Beria Berielie Berlasobas Beulard Bilois Bobelees Bogert Borons Bramel Briseten Carard Carbaskir Caron Carriebela Catack Cathanzack Chamina Charko Cheang Cherie Chria Chricis Chricisa Clann Clavia Clawn Colavir Color Corma Cranne Custies Daald Daapientz Dagarania Dalinel Damottanda Danne Deggie Delevica Deline Delsie Deran Diasherna Dolgenalie Dolla Dommane Dorace Dorgie Doseva Duarad Ediannimin Edimick Edistalian Ediximo Elianna Eliel Elipp Elivalie Elmarikh Entia Erendre Eriolik Ernekat Errig Eslain Eugen Ferie Floisa Flored Fracquell Frentijn Fresselie Frijn Gaina Garbethert Garied Garilie Gebricarie Gelia Gellinesla Gelmard Genjamirk Georgie Georm Gergussian Gerlisla Gerneven Gerosin Giever Gille Gnelle Gnikla Gorais Greda Grenaton Gretelida Grinaltja Gudon Gwert Gwesa Güntimon Harkjer Harlheradi Heccott Heine Heinra Hermadar Hianne Hillelmaso Hithed Homila Honiffa Horegane Horend Huanten Hubenne Ietaber Ilaim Inatterta Ineenia Inester Innie Ivana Jacecinalf Jaces Jachin Jacon Jairaque Janna Jashane Jasice Jestri Jilla Jimedegisl Jimitel Jodema Johar Jokenrie Jonie Jordo Joreah Jorisevand Josebbia Josep Josephina Josiva Juanderise Judwilline Julacen Julexelle Julin Jundregh Jürgis Karalba Karcia Kargis Karikto Katomen Katra Katta Kehan Kimick Kimolina Kithowadan Kriannov Krick Krina Krind Krithrie Lafon Lankerrio Laurel Lekart Lendrie Leniebke Lianor Lingio Loisaranke Lolben Lorania Lorisas Lorshertje Lourt Luppavkt Lütodiann Lüton Madianni Maelie Malvik Mandanna Mangelle Manida Manniedia Mardannica Mardolfonz Marijn Marikh Maris Mariscora Marla Marnouisti Marober Marraigh Marste Matim Matinette Matomiren Maugelerd Maurisered Maxina Melel Melie Menna Michen Micia Mikladers Milie Miliel Milip Milla Millen Milte Mindse Mirah Mirekard Miric Mironie Mirosta Mitth Monriel Muttance Nasmice Nette Nevee Nianne Nicaltje Nicki Niene Niesuelina Nivert Novina Olaasmune Oladia Palterik Pamericeck Pater Paura Pausta Peteman Peterana Phart Phene Phinandrid Piter Pitherce Racheilte Racoridia Raine Raldel Ranna Rederis Retje Richantia Rodonnella Roence Rollo Rolodon Roltona Romild Romin Ronneka Rookelen Roonn Rosig Rosigia Rosla Rossaber Roxand Rudie Rusterie Saber Sance Sanda Sanlexan Sanuelle Sarmanne Shard Sheina Shelber Sherichera Sigmanusta Sinuslart Soberne Sopatha Stacolf Stijn Stina Stris Stristan Sustijn Sverina Tanaisan Tangenna Tannonne Teann Telin Terie Terter Thelf Thellafan Thert Toffra Toneslado Toredert Tosand Tramitjah Trikon Trindradew Troen Trundse Truuk Vadistan Valtonich Velie Vennart Veteasila Vettant Violars Vlana Vlarstijs Vlavundan Vliand Vlistia Volfrena Walbet Wannik Wenjan Wereder Wiginom Wigmadaid Wijnte Wilher Wilia Wilin Wiliollist Wolodon Womad Womir Zachert

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a stash of names generated by a markovgen fed with the wikipedia entries on "spear" in spanish, portuguese, latin, french and esperanto

Akralis Alesemás Alida Aliquer Alles Allonne Alondos Ancea Ancong Ankad Antebado Antre Apparme Apparojn Apparsibata Apunte Arancho Ardum Areĝaj Arigüedra Arinco Arivale Armale Armancores Armetrado Aroireidos Astali Auxilis Aviore Aviormas Añadadre Añado Añosaj Añossemente Añossima Añosta Babiegiano Babiffert Banse Bretres Bribilina Brintita Britas C'ennoj C'esenum Cablemin Cacest Castas Ceres Cesta Cesto Chast Coldas Comai Comezzabile Comodadada Comongo Conas Conatiana Congen Coria Corma Cormados Culant Culasta Culte Culter Culturata Cusaricc D'ene D'enese D'estamento D'estio D'hastantur D'unga D'use Dadale Dalizzarmée Dall'es Dalotée Dasse Dassi Dasto Dasturo Daventre Degattuter Degles Delfoj Dell'as Dell'um Dellossis Demetto Depud Dertina Diade Diado Dierankaŭ Diermétam Differmaine Differua Dimilemili Dinga Divarmalin Divenco Dongler Dongo Dotte Duaefinaj Durant Durber Durobjektp Ecidale Eiedi Elido Elléolilono Elune Emiler Emmanita Emmas Empiestos Enegiondo Entatiguae Entebancojn Enterge Entun Entune Eracea Eravoché Ermazis Ernaring Escatas Esces Escon Esder Estatigo Ettelotéri Ferianché Forentur Fores Forianuasto Forinarana Forindongo Forméta Fruale Fruasta Fuegle Fun'ar Funte Fuocores Fusad Fusadin Futrata Gemile Gencojn Gento Gentois Gerert Gisticure Glidalo Glile Glitte Grancidast Gratabifoj Guerince Génée Génées Généri Générible Hacesta Hamplanzaro Hample Hanko Hantigia Hassibles Hasto Hasturad Heida Hetidemma Hetri Hetálicory Hiquos Hombre Hubma Hubmadimest Ilegionata Ilona Inata Incone Indivarum Indonità Indos Inetantra Infall'ast Ingiot Ingisé Itaringa Itigna Itilidottal Itter Iturae Jarince Javara Javarti Javast Javaĝaj Javen Javent Javeri Junermake Juneta Kados Kavazia Kavierrest Kongis Korre Korres Ktoiencea Kunetterni Kungheina Kuntili Kuticultres Kutio Kvariale L'are L'aro L'asta L'hasima L'unte L'usque Lanarma Lanata Lancidata Lankongo Lante Lantisée Lanus Larma Larolíti Lastaj Lastorio Lasturad Latate Lestiloj Lilist Listo Litun Llankaŭ Llegado Lonaj Longo Longue Lontebados Losimper Losisert Lostasta Lottura Lunompi Luntatante Mall'un Mankavart Mante Manterres Medra Mente Menter Mentili Mentruallos Menusaj Metailo Metiguaj Metra Mettis Milegra Miliqu'à Millonia Mitaj Mohastante Munte Nella Neolico Nerii Normake Norpiklune Norre Obanticcio Objeke Ochistancea Ociadossis Ocosanomoha Okone Oninconsida Onite Palantis Pallotée Pancis Panserdata Parmazable Pelon Perta Pescomaingo Pidast Piedience Piegnurad Piette Pietálizzas Pieviedi Pilas Pinas Pintiame Piore Piorre Plegnum Pokonarmil Policam Ponte Pormancos Porpiles Porrehispe Posimetri Posta Postalera Prana Prene Pribati Proirkaj Prolda Proli Précia Précidepok Précis Préclinte Pudifa Pudifferas Pugna Pugnaj Pugnata Puile Pulad Pungli Péradade Périnatin Périnellées Périorpike Pérista Quega Quegatai Querear Rearoj Reses Ricable Rindifferum Riquaj Rissimodas Rombrekto Santojn Sanza Sarmeart Senchacc Serge Serre Sersadante Simane Simette Simis Simitain Siontuvecis Soldavía Solia Sonatia Souraefin Sovan Spesencipli Stainu Stanome Subma Suiventigna Suiverol Suprolia Suprécia Surata Table Tailia Tasado Tatata Tebatale Tebate Terando Terantis Terdad Teria Terin Terma Teroj Testalle Tienel Tienne Tiersankaj Todegaj Todum Tronière Trono Tuner Tutina Typesenta Un'aprécli Unestas Unusa Usaglegarme Usarma Usent Usesque Usolítinory Usourequa Uspiklun'au Utert Utigna Utinua Uttica Uzabolis Uzate Uzatin Uziavía Uzion Varmakeoj Vaĝaj Velle Vieto Viettura Vochomale Áfriorane Êtria Êtropa Ĉasadelon Ĉasta Ĉasto Ĉefine Ĉevisé Ĝistuvene Ĵetaltur Ĵetoire Ĵettis Ĵetto Ŝtoda

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Trust and Secrets

Capítulo 5

“¿Lilly, es cierto? Adeline y el hacker están detrás de la desaparición de Hannah?” preguntó Thomas “¡Por supuesto que no!” “Tienen que ver lo sospechosos que son Adeline y Jake” dice Lilly “¿Quién es Jake?” preguntó Dan “Sí ¿Quién es Jake?” pregunté “El hacker” aclaró Lilly

Mientras su conversación seguía me empezaron a llegar mensajes de personas que no conozco reclamándome por lo de Hannah. Intenté escribirle a Jake, el hacker, para pedir ayuda y saque el video, pero no respondía.

Los mensajes seguían y los demás estaban debatiendo sobre qué hacer, pero todos sabían que sería en vano, ninguno de nosotros íbamos a convencer a Lilly de borrar el video

Richy y Jessy estaban haciendo lo posible para animarme y Richy me contó como terminó lo de Alfie, le dio una taza, él la tiró al suelo y se rompió a lo que ambos rieron. Hubiera sido divertido de ver.

“Me ocupo” respondió Jake

Avisé a los demás sobre eso y seguí hablando con él, al parecer, a Jake le perseguía el gobierno. No sé qué le habrá dicho a Lilly, pero me alegro de que haya logrado convencerla, aunque no todos se veían confiados aún con el Hacker.

Empecé a seguir la nueva pista que teníamos: Jennifer. Me sonaba ese nombre, pero no sabía de donde, no me quedaba de otra que preguntarle a alguien y la persona en la que más confianza del grupo era Jessy. Estuvimos hablando del tema, murió en un accidente hace más de diez años.

Por el grupo, Dan estaba seguro de que alguien había manipulado su coche, pensaba que alguien debió hacerle algo a sus frenos, por alguna razón le creía, pero solo era la única.

Al día siguiente, desperté y vi la conversación de Jessy y Dan mientras desayunaba. Luego recibí un mensaje de Cleo, había recibido una amenaza, o mejor dicho su madre, para que no entrenen al bosque, había muchas fotos de Cleo y esa no era la primera carta que recibía, su madre lo había ignorado, pensaba que era una corma de confirmación, de tal palo tal astilla, dicen por ahí.

Informamos al grupo de eso y luego informé a Jake, todos pensamos igual, Hannah debe estar en alguna parte del bosque.

Mi siguiente tarea fue la de investigar el registro de llamadas de Hannah, primera llamada, el taller de Richy, al parecer el auto de Hannah tenía problemas con la bandeja del aceite, cuando hablé con él fue muy extraño, como si la conversación hubiese estado preparada, por lo menos de su parte. Luego empezamos a hablar del coche de Dan, Richy iba a revisarlo para ver si las sospechas eran ciertas o no, pero estaba complicado, la parte frontal estaba destrozada.

Le informé de esto al hacker y proseguí con las llamadas, la penúltima llamada fue de Thomas. Me habló de su discusión con Hannah y las dudas que tenía respecto a la pulsera “J.H” y que como habían discutido, la había llamado para poder quedar y arreglar las cosas. Me mandó una foto de la pulsera, eran esmeraldas… como los ojos de Jennifer e Iris.

Le envié todo esto a Jake, para seguir decodificando, había encontrado un video, era raro, parecía un típico video de miedo de esos que tienen screamers.

Por la tarde estuve charlando con Jessy, me tenía una sorpresa, iba a darme un recorrido por Duskwood, ya lo conocía, pero me daba ilusión que sea ella quien me lo muestre. Me empezó a mandar fotos del centro, la plaza del mercado, la calle que llega al Aurora, la cafetería arcoíris, la biblioteca y la iglesia, el lago y un video por los alrededores.

Nuestra conversación se vio interrumpida debido a que Phil le estaba escribiendo, espío su conversación, Cleo y Thomas estaban intentando ingresar al sótano del Aurora y él le envió el video de la cámara de seguridad.

Jessy me cuenta de esta conversación y de la complicada situación que está entre su hermano y sus amigos, pero que al llegar a casa llamaría a los demás para que hablaran con Phil, ya que él estaba a punto de llamar a la policía

“¿Puedo llamarte por teléfono? Bueno, hasta que llegue a casa. Me empiezo a sentir un poco inquieta” “Claro, Jessy”

Se veía la oscuridad, Jessy estaba notablemente inquieta.

“Muchas gracias por estar conmigo al teléfono, se suponía que debía estar en casa antes de que oscureciera, pero… Oh vaya, no puedo creer que Thomas y Cleo hayan intentado entrar en el sótano ¿Qué hacían esos dos allí? No hay nada allí dentro. Y si no os localizo ahora mismo ¿qué pasará? ¿De verdad Phil va a llamar a la policía? Eso es lo último que necesitamos ahora.

Lo siguiente que veo es que Jessy cae al suelo, una persona toma el teléfono era nuevamente esa máscara

“¡Jessy!”, exclamé a gritos “¡Jessy! ¡Déjala tranquila, hijo de puta! ¡Te voy a matar cuando te encuentre! ¡Jessy!”.

La veo reaccionar asustada, toma el teléfono rápidamente para correr y colgar la llamada.

Phil vuelve a escribir a Jessy, pero no hay respuestas, le escribo a Jessy y más de lo mismo. La ansiedad empieza a consumirme.

Tomo un abrigo y salgo mientras le escribo a Richy sobre lo de Jessy, y a Thomas sobre lo de Phil para que vaya a aclarar.

Corrí calle abajo, sentía el móvil vibrar en el bolsillo, pero no era el momento.

Llegué al Aurora corriendo y fui directo a la oficina de Phil, allí estaba él viendo las cámaras aún

“¡Phil! ¡Atacaron a Jessy!” Phil quita la mirada de la pantalla y me mira fijamente

“¿Cómo?”, preguntó

“El mismo que me ha llamado, el que nos ha estado amenazando, el que secuestró a Hannah, estaba hablando por teléfono con Jessy cuando él llegó y le atacó por la espalda” sentía todo mi cuerpo temblar “¿Dónde vive Jessy? La vi levantarse y correr, pero luego cortó la llamada. Es mi culpa Phil, debí haber escuchado sus amenazas, es mi culpa. Phil, no me odies, por favor.”

Sus brazos me rodean y me guía a un asiento

“Ade, respira, le escribiré a Jessica, la llamaré. No te preocupes, no es tu culpa” Se escucha unos golpes en la puerta

“Phil, soy Thomas, vengo a hablar por lo sucedido”

Me fui a esconder en lo que ellos hablaban, Thomas no debe saber quién soy. Cuando él se fue, volví a mi asiento y Phil se sentó al lado mío.

“Sé que tienes preguntas, puedes hacerlas” le dije “No sé qué tanto dijo Lilly sobre mí…”

“No quiero… incomodarte” esquiva mi mirada, lo sabía

“Es verdad…” dije

“¿Qué cosa?”, preguntó

“Yo lo maté, yo maté a mi padre”

“Ade…”

“Nunca conocí a mi madre, murió en el parto, mi padre me culpaba por eso, me culpaba constantemente, me odiaba y le gustaba recordármelo, crecí en un hogar abusivo, pero no podía hacer nada, nadie haría nada para ayudarme, mi padre era parte de la estación de policía, tenía un rango importante. De vez en cuando él llevaba a sus amigos y solían beber, cuando él estaba borracho era aún más violento, me aterraba, muchas veces pensé que no despertaría al día siguiente. Ese día, él estaba borracho, yo tenía diez años, no había alcanzado a esconderme, tuve mucho miedo, creí que moriría, pero solo tenía una luz de esperanza. Tomé una de las botellas de vidrio que había cerca y la estampé contra su cabeza haciendo que se rompa, luego, con la botella rota, le apuñalé y llamé por ayuda. La situación estaba clara, y dije lo que había sucedido, pero eso no les importó mucho, dijeron que alguien había intentado entrar a robar y como no pudo mató a mi padre.” Phil me escuchaba atentamente “Los de la estación se hicieron cargo de mí, temían que fuera a decir por ahí mi versión de los hechos, no querían que su imagen se viera manchada. Lo único bueno que pude sacar es que aprendí a pelear y a investigar, pero solo eso, ellos son unos inútiles” resoplé, él empezó a reír levemente “Empecé con mi vida de consumo y mi trabajo de investigadora privada. Hannah confía en mí para que la encuentre y solo estoy poniendo a sus amigos en peligro…”

“Ahora tengo tu número, algo bueno hay que sacar del video de Lilly” respondió, reí y le abracé.

#fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #phil hawkins fanfiction #duskwood phil x mc #phil x mc #duskwood phil #phil hawkins

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"Chile enfrenta desafíos en la reforestación 🌲🌎" La dramática disminución de bosques y la necesidad de reforestación preocupan a Juan José Ugarte de Corma. ¿Podrá Chile unir esfuerzos para preservar sus bosques y luchar contra el cambio climático? #CambioClimático #Reforestación

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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year

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Cirque du Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant (2009)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

2009’s Cirque du Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant��strove to be another Harry Potter before the YA novel thing really became a big Hollywood trend. It’s easy to see why it didn’t become a series. Its baffling choices make this feel like a mish-mash of ideas, most of which go nowhere.

15-year-old Darren Shan (Chris Massoglia) and his troublemaker best friend Steve Leonard (Josh Hutcherson, who went on to play Peeta in The Hunger Games series) visit the Cirque du Freak freak show. While Steve is terrified by the vampire Larten Crepsley (John C. Reilly), Darren succumbs to his curiosity and steals Crepsley's spider. When the arachnid’s bite mortally wounds Steve, Darren barters his life for a cure. Now, he is Crepsley’s half-vampire assistant and on his way to becoming a member of the Cirque du Freak.

Based on the first three books of Darren Shan’s Vampire Blood series, this film moves very quickly yet somehow feels slow and dull. The first mark against Vampire's Assistant is Chris Massoglia, who has absolutely zero charisma or screen presence. To be fair, the material he’s working with is weak. The character’s fascination with spiders has little bearing on the plot following the theft and he under-reacts to what happens afterward. Not all the blame can be placed on the young performer but he sure doesn’t help. It’s an early sign of director Chris Weitz was having an off-week.

Anyone looking at the film can immediately spot what’s wrong with it. This is a very silly production that has no idea how silly it is. Willem Dafoe has a tiny role as a vampire and his costume/makeup makes him look like an amateur crossdresser. It gets even worse when we're told about the vampire’s secret, decades-old enemies: the Vampaneze. You see, vampires are the good ones. They don’t kill people to drink their blood. The Vampaneze though, they’re the bad ones. "Vampaneze"? You couldn’t dig through the books of mythology to find ANYTHING more intimidating? You already have Michael Servers as this effeminate Uncle Fester-lookalike grinning through the whole film, attempting desperately to seem sinister with his gleeful looks whenever people drop dead. Now we have yet another reason to laugh?

You could throw many more criticisms towards The Vampire's Assistant. I’ll toss just one more before letting you go. Ultimately, this story is about acceptance. The freaks at the circus may look weird but as Darren learns, they're just like everyone else. Unfortunately, a few details make you question this statement. There’s a werewolf in the troupe. They keep him in a cage, he wears no clothes and wallows in his own straw-covered filth. Is he a person or a monster? Nothing about Corma Limbs (Jane Krakowski) should make her an outcast. When she loses a limb, it grows back. Cool. Not so cool is her chopping off her fingers and feeding them to people! Then we have the film’s love interests. Salma Hayek plays a prophetic bearded lady who smooches Crepsley. Conveniently, she can will her beard to grow. Similarly, Darren starts getting sweet towards Rebecca (Jessica Carlson), an attractive teen with a monkey tail… and no other “freaky” characteristics. You can't promote this idea that the inside of what matters most when the male leads fall for conventionally attractive women.

Some of the film’s worst moments, such as the lame climax, the over-the-top characters or the loosely-explained world could be overlooked on their own. Combined, you can’t. Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant is a tonally uneven, poorly written would-be franchise starter with lousy performances made worse by the director's choices. It arrived on the scene already dead and buried. (On DVD, December 28, 2018)

#Cirque du Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Paul Weitz #Brian Helgeland #Darren Shan #Vampire Blood #John C. Reilly #Ken Watanabe #Josh Hutcherson #Chris Massoglia #Ray Stevenson #Patrick Fugit #Willem Dafoe #Salma Hayek #2009 movies #2009 films

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ilse · 1 year

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Yesterday was a good day for Carnaval; danse pandémique. We filmed in the Julianakerk in Apeldoorn and our actors were vicar Corma, mevr. Benush, Jaap (also a vicor, but pretending to be a doctor here) and organist Jan. They were all stars! #artmovie #julianakerk #pandemicart #filming #masks #carnavalart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cks7GH1IyU8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#artmovie #julianakerk #pandemicart #filming #masks #carnavalart

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comunidadgolf · 2 years

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Telemetro Golf LCD Impermeable 600m GRANERA DE Golf CORMA DE GOLFIANDO Ángulo de Golf Distancia Golf Medidor Mensión Monocular Telescopio Caza Gama (Color : Red, Size : One Size)

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lordjoewells · 2 years

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PARTYGATE.

I have to say I’m sick to death of Partygate, I don’t give a flying fig about the Prime Minister being handed a cake in a Tupperware box, or popping into a room and raising a glass to wish someone well when leaving the job. I don’t even care if Keir Starmer had a Corma or a Vindaloo, or a Budweiser instead of a Carlsberg, I’m sick to death of the whole fuss made of a few people having a drink…

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wack-ashimself · 2 years

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I would not put it past them. From a friend.

Eclesiastes 1 - 9: "What has been will be again,

what has been done will be done again;

there is nothing new under the sun."

When the bubonic plague struck Geneva in 1530, everything was ready. They even opened a whole hospital for the plague victims. With doctors, paramedics and nurses. The traders contributed, the magistrate gave grants every month. The patients always gave money, and if one of them died alone, all the goods went to the hospital.

But then a disaster happened: the plague was dying out, while the subsidies depended on the number of patients.

There was no question of right and wrong for the Geneva hospital staff in 1530. If the plague produces money, then the plague is good. And then the doctors got organized.

At first, they just poisoned patients to raise the mortality statistics, but they quickly realized that the statistics didn't have to be just about mortality, but about mortality from plague.

So they began to cut the boils from the bodies of the dead, dry them, grind them in a mortar and give them to other patients as medicine. Then they started dusting clothes, handkerchiefs and garters. But somehow the plague continued to abate. Apparently, the dried buboes didn't work well.

Doctors went into town and spread bubonic powder on door handles at night, selecting those homes where they could then profit. As an eyewitness wrote of these events, "this remained hidden for some time, but the devil is more concerned with increasing the number of sins than with hiding them."

In short, one of the doctors became so impudent and lazy that he decided not to wander the city at night, but simply threw a bundle of dust into the crowd during the day. The stench rose to the sky and one of the girls, who by a lucky chance had recently come out of that hospital, discovered what that smell was.

The doctor was tied up and placed in the good hands of competent “craftsmen.” They tried to get as much information from him as possible.

However, the execution lasted several days. The ingenious hippocrats were tied to poles on wagons and carried around the city. At each intersection the executioners used red-hot tongs to tear off pieces of meat. They were then taken to the public square, beheaded and quartered, and the pieces were taken to all the districts of Geneva. The only exception was the hospital director's son, who did not take part in the trial but blurted out that he knew how to make potions and how to prepare the powder without fear of contamination. He was simply beheaded "to prevent the spread of evil".

~ François Bonivard, Chronicles of Geneva, second volume, pages 395 - 402

#disease #plague #corma #covid

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araucanianoticias · 3 years

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CORMA: Por segundo mes consecutivo envíos forestales registran alzas

El gremio forestal destacó que se ha reactivado la demanda tanto nacional como internacional por productos de fibra y madera, pero alertó que la escasez mundial de contenedores está afectando las exportaciones y podría frenar la reactivación. Por segundo mes consecutivo, las exportaciones forestales y madereras registraron un alza, totalizando en febrero US$355 millones, lo que representa un…

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#corma #madera

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444names · 1 year

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american names + american names encoded with inglosh

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