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faofinn · 8 months

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14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

Fao had been working flat out. Surgical training was no joke, the hours were long and the shifts gruelling. He wasn’t long back from his first tour, which had been amazing, but tiring, and now he was back to the rigours of the wards in Birmingham.

He’d not slept much that night, struggling with the changeover from night shifts to days, and he was looking forwards to getting home and to his bed. But that was a distant prospect now, he had a shift to work, even if he was falling asleep into his handover sheet.

He had a headache brewing, and had just rested his head on the desk for a second, just to breathe, that was all.

“Blackwood!”

The shout startled him, sitting up quickly. He must’ve dozed off. Shit.

A glance at his phone told him he was ten minutes late to the morning handover. Well, that was why he was being yelled at then.

“Sorry, Sir.” He said quickly, grabbing his stuff. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

He managed to get through his meeting, though it was a struggle, and then it was straight to theatres. A mix of military and civilian patients, it certainly kept him busy, and he was shattered by the time it got to his break. He slipped out for a smoke, but it didn’t really help the headache, and he swung by the emergency department on his way back in to grab some chocolate, hoping that might help, along with the energy drink he’d shoved in his locker.

Harrison had been on shift when Fao passed through. He went to call over to him when he saw the state of him. His frown deepened, notes forgotten, he stood, padding over to Fao.

"Wolfie?"

“Mm? Hey, Tomcat.” Fao said softly.

"You look like shit."

“Charming as ever.”

"Are you feeling alright?" He rested a hand on his arm.

“Yeah, just a headache, you know how it is.” He murmured. “Got a bollocking for nearly missing handover this morning and I’ve only just got out of theatre.”

"Come sit down with me?" Harrison couldn't shake the worry.

“I’ve not got long.”

"Yeah, I know."

“Five minutes, whilst I eat this chocolate.” He said, caving all too easily.

"Good." He grinned, leading the way.

He followed Harrison tiredly, dragging a hand through his hair. If his head would just stop pounding, he could cope with the tiredness. But he could barely think straight.

"I'm sure we've got a spare treatment room."

“I’m not that bad.” He grumbled.

"I know." He lied. "Just for some peace."

“Staff room’s fine, it’s only five minutes.”

"Nah, come on. This way."

“I don’t need a treatment room.” He protested, but didn’t have the energy to argue.

Harrison pushed open the door, hopping up onto the bed. "How's today been, then?"

“Busy.” He said with a sigh, sitting next to Harrison. He used his teeth to open his chocolate wrapper, before offering Hars a square.

Harrison took it gratefully. "Thanks. You look like you've not slept in a week."

“I feel like it.” He murmured, breaking off a piece for himself. “I did the overnight on call all of last week and it was so busy it’s killed me off. Feel like I’ve not been able to get enough sleep in between shifts, and now I’ve changed to days and it’s just as busy.”

"Been dizzy?"

“Occasionally.” He admitted. “But sod off, I’m just dehydrated with low blood sugar, so’s half the hospital.”

Harrison hummed. "Sure, sure. And how bad is the headache?"

“Like someone is hammering a nail into my brain.”

"Any visual changes?"

“Stop doctoring and let me be miserable for five minutes.” He grumbled, eating another piece of chocolate.

"I need an answer." He nudged him, reaching to steal another square. "What about feeling sick?"

“No visual changes but my dyslexia’s worse because I’m tired.” He said, resting his head on Harrison’s shoulder. “Bit of nausea, but the sugar is helping.”

Harrison wrapped an arm around him. "Any auras?"

“Mm, no.”

"Anything else you're not telling me?"

“I just can’t think straight.” He admitted. “I need a holiday, for fuck’s sake.”

"Can I do a set of obs on you?"

“No, because if they’re shit I can’t go back to work and I need to go back to work because I’ve already gotten in the shit this morning.”

"All the more reason I want to do some."

“I told my consultant five minutes for a smoke and something to eat.”

"I'm worried about you." He admitted. "I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason, I am."

“I’m fine, I’ve got a drink upstairs and I’ll sit and do some notes.”

"Please?"

“I should’ve gone to the vending machines outside theatres.” He huffed. “Fine. Make it quick.”

"You know we've got the best shit down here." He grinned, hopping off the bed. "I'll be quick. Sorry, the cuff's cold."

“I know, that’s why I came down. And it was on my way back.” He’d been hoping to bump into Harrison, admittedly, but not to be fussed over and bothered. He’d fancied five minutes to rant, that was all. “You’re not getting any more of my chocolate, though.”

"Rude. I'll live."

He had another square, letting it melt in his mouth as Harrison fussed. His bleep hadn’t gone off yet, which was a relief, because the way it had been squealing at him all morning really hadn’t been helping things. “You better.”

"Mhmm." He hummed, watching the machine. "Can you stand up a sec for me?"

“I’m comfy.” He protested.

"Please?"

“I know what you’re trying to do.” He complained, but stood up. His back was aching - his table hadn’t been high enough for his last case, and he was paying for it.

"Okay, you can sit." He pulled out his pen torch. "Stare at my nose, just gonna shine a light in your eyes."

Fao sat gratefully, ignoring how his head span. “No, c’mon, you said a set of obs, and I even went so far as to give you the standing BP. Enough, I need to go back to work.”

"No." Harrison was firm. "You're not. Not a chance."

“I’m tired and dehydrated, it can’t be that bad.”

"You're still not going back to work. I want you admitted."

“Leave off.” He protested. “I’ll go home, if you insist, but I don’t need admitting. It’s a headache.”

"Surely you'd feel better with some pain relief? Antiemetics? Please, it's for your own benefit."

“Chuck a couple of paracetamol at me and I’ll get Alex to take me home.”

"No."

Fao was about to argue when his bleep went off, and he winced. “Time’s up, I need to get that.” He said, frowning at the number on the screen.

Harrison pulled out his own phone, taking the bleep from Fao. "Yeah, I'm overruling you on that one."

“Tomcat!” He protested. “Let me call them back?”

"I said no." Harrison’s voice was uncharacteristically hard. "I'm calling them, you're gonna lie back on the bed and let me do my job."

He stepped back, deliberately out of Fao's reach, and dialled the number. Fao's observations weren't terrible, but they were enough to worry him, especially with how shit his friend looked. He didn't really care if Fao hated him for it; he couldn't, in good conscience, let him continue working when he was so obviously struggling so much.

He huffed, but his headache was much too bad to really give too much protest. He wasn’t going after Harrison, at any rate. He shuffled his bum back on the bed, swung his legs up and kicked his shoes off, feeling better for it almost instantly, though he’d never admit it. Guilt flared, knowing he was supposed to be busy, but Harrison making decisions meant it had been taken somewhat out of his hands, which he appreciated. Leaning back against the back of the bed he let his eyes close, listening to Hars on the phone.

"Hi, it's Dr Harrison from ED? No, you paged Blackwood, not me, that's right. Yeah, he's not coming back up, I'm admitting him." He kept his voice low, aware it wouldn't be helping Fao. "Honestly? You should be ashamed of yourself that you let him keep working. Anyone could see he wasn't well, I could tell a mile off. Go ahead, it's Harrison Cunningham, I don't care. Thanks, bye now."

“Harrison!” Fao hissed, reaching to throw a pillow at him.

"Hey, you'll need that. It's a luxury around here." He teased, passing it back. "I'll go grab you a blanket and get you booked in, too. Then I'll send someone across and we'll get some treatment sorted, yeah?"

“You’re an ass.”

"I know." There was a hint of pride behind his tone.

Fao rolled his eyes, but tucked his pillow back under his head. “I should call them.”

Harrison laughed. "You sound like every drunk girl on a Saturday night. Get some rest."

“Get me a cup of tea?”

"Sir, yes, sir." He teased. "I'll be right back."

“If you’re gonna admit me you could at least get me a cup of tea. Might as well milk it.”

"Might as well make the most of it. Want me to call Alex? Sheila?"

“Don’t bother Sheila, but call Alex? You can doctor at her.”

"Alright, I'll do that while I'm getting your tea, yeah?" He said softly. "I'll send a nurse through."

“Thanks.” He said, rolling onto his front to bury his face in the pillow.

Harrison hummed, shutting the door quietly behind him. He grabbed one of the nurses, smiling sweetly and apologising for the extra work. He then had the fun job of calling Alex, so scrolled through before pressing dial, heading to the staff room for the good tea.

Alex had been enjoying her day off, having taken the dog for a long walk that morning. Now he was napping, and she’d been watching some TV when her phone rang. She should’ve been studying, but of course she wasn’t, and she reached for her phone.

“Harrison?”

"I'm at work, you can't yell at me. But, I may have just admitted Fao?"

“I can definitely still yell at you. What’s happened? Is he okay?”

"He's got a migraine, don't think he's been sleeping. His obs aren't terrible, but honestly? He looks like shit. Got yelled at this morning, apparently, for falling asleep before handover. That's not like him."

“He didn’t sleep last night.” Alex agreed. “How bad is ‘not terrible’?”

"Fluids worthy but not resus?"

She sighed. “He’s such an ass. He’s been struggling for days with his sleep.”

"I'd say maybe he'd learn from this, but I know better."

“He definitely won’t. He needs to sort his mental health out again, keep an eye on him?”

"Don't we all?" He sighed. "You know I will. I'm just making him a cuppa, he's had some chocolate, but I'll get him something proper to eat."

“Thank you. Are you expecting to get him discharged in a couple of hours?”

"Depends how he behaves."

She laughed at that. “Yeah, true.”

"Are you wanting to come in?"

“If I can, yeah. I’ll kick his ass.”

"Cool, I'll let him know."

“Look after him, yeah? He’s trying to be a hard ass but he’s been really struggling.”

Harrison softened. "Of course I'll look after him. He's got me worried about him."

“Glad you’re looking out for him. I won’t be long, let him know I’m on my way.”

"I will. Drive safe."

“Always.” She murmured, and said her goodbyes before she hung up, grabbing some stuff for Fao.

When she arrived, he was on his side in the bed, though sipping the tea Harrison had brought him. He looked worse than he had done when he’d left the house that morning, but the smile he offered her as she appeared had her anger and worry evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

“You daft shite.” She said, settling next to him and running a hand through his hair. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I know.” He murmured. “Sit wit’ me properly?”

She was always a soft touch for him, and so she settled on the bed properly. Fao sat up as she did so, putting his tea down, and then laid back down again, his head in her lap. They’d already given him antiemetics, and he had fluids running, which were making him feel better, but Alex there was certainly doing the hard work. Her fingers carding through his hair, he was asleep in minutes, warm and safe.

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giblopn · 10 months

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May I suggest the idea of them knowing each other?.... No? Ok

(Touch for better quality cuz idk why it looks so bad

#this looks like shit ik #rc9gn julian #cc harrison #camp camp harrison #sorry but i have no idea how to draw Julian's hat #I'm trying tho #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn #camp camp #cc #rc9gn fanart #cc fanart #my art

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gogmstuff · 7 months

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1909 in Portraits & Images -

Left 1909 Signora Diaz Albertini by Giovanni Boldini (auctioned by Sotheby's). From their Web site 2880 X 3111.

Right 1909 The Japanese Fan by Walter Ernest (private collection). From Gandalf's Gallery's photostream on flickr 1638X2000.

Left 1909 The Web of the Golden Spider by Harrison Fisher (location ?). From tycheantiques.tumblr.com/image/171350466136; doubled size 1664X2216.

Right 1909-1911 Victoria Eugenia, Reina de España by Luis Menéndez Pidal (Palacio del Senado - Madrid Spain) From spanishroyals.tumblr.com 1125X1920.

Left 1909/1911 Lyudmila Borisovna Rayvich (Severtsova) by Nikolay Petrov. From tumblr.com/russian-room/720937676224741376/portrait-of-lyudmila-borisovna-rayvich? 590X800.

Right Anita of New Jersey, Princess of Bragança seated removed captions with Photoshop 658X894.

Left ca. 1909 Georgine Shillard-Smith by Hugh Henry Breckenridge (Philadelphia Museum of Art - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA). From their Web site via pinterest.com/sanushsergeev/художники 860X1472.

Right ca. 1909 Julia Fons by Ramon Casas (Museu Pau Casals, Fundació Pau Casals - Barcelona, Catalunya, Spain). From artsandculture.google.com 1058X2624.

Left ca. 1909 Princess Victoria Adelheid, Duchess of Saxe-Coburg Gotha. From eBay; fixed spots, scratches, & flaws w Pshop 970X1538.

Right ca. 1909 Queen Elena card. From eBay; removed spots & flaws with Photoshop and fixed mono-color tint 929X1511.

1909 Promenade by the Sea by Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida (Museo Sorolla - Madrid, Spain). From the discontinued Athenaeum Web site 1039X1076.

1909 Laura Pearson and Alison Cunninghame by ?. From tumblr.com/antiquebee/730070355255918592/laura-pearson-and-alison-cunninghame-1909? 1343X1762.

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krispyweiss · 6 months

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Song Review: Madison Cunningham - “Subtitles”

Madison Cunningham’s inner Beatlemanic is at its apex on “Subtitles.”

The standalone single finds Cunningham specifically tapping George Harrison’s psychedelic, Magical Mystery Tour-era music for inspiration as she festoons the lively melody of “Subtitles” with strings, double-tracked vocals, backward guitar, quirky time signatures and other sonic ephemera.

Burnin’ down your life/is a one-man job, she sings.

And building Cunningham’s artistic cred is a one-woman job.

Grade card: Madison Cunningham - “Subtitles” - A-

10/16/23

#madison cunningham #subtitles #the beatles #george harrison #Youtube

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elmartillosinmetre · 2 years

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John Cage frente al mundo

[John Cage en París en 1981 / D. S.]

La editorial bonaerense Caja Negra edita una importante selección del legado epistolar de John Cage, uno de los nombres esenciales del arte moderno

Pocos aspectos de la existencia se escapaban de las sensibles antenas que John Cage (Los Ángeles, 1912 - Nueva York, 1992) tenía conectadas con el mundo. El orden y el control que siempre mantuvo de su correspondencia es una fuente más que fiable para comprobarlo.

Para muchos, John Cage no pasa de ser el extravagante tipo que escribió una obra con cuatro minutos y treinta tres segundos de silencio, pero en realidad el artista fue mucho más que eso. Se debe a Schoenberg, el más relevante de sus maestros, aquella idea de que "quizás no fuera compositor, pero sí un inventor genial". A Cage se adjudica, en efecto, la invención del piano preparado y otros artilugios de percusión, incluido el uso de plantas, pero desde su punto de vista la invención era mucho más poderosa: "He inventado la música", dijo una vez a un periodista. Más allá de la impresión de arrogancia que pueda dar esta frase a lo que apuntaba Cage era ciertamente a una visión radicalmente diferente de la música, en la que el sujeto creador pierde por completo su posición en la típica dialéctica artística, porque la obra se crea sola.

Cage dejó una producción extensísima de música en la que el azar y la indeterminación, pero también los ruidos cotidianos y electrónicos, juegan un papel básico. En el escenario rompedor de las vanguardias mundiales de la segunda posguerra, Cage no estuvo sólo, pero fue un agitador de primerísimo orden. Además era de natural grafómano, y por eso junto a su música, nos quedan sus libros y sus procedimientos para usar textos ajenos mediante el empleo también del azar, con otra invención a mitad de camino entre la música, la poesía fonética y la performance: la del mesóstico. Más aún: Cage dejó obra gráfica, fue un experto en setas y acreditado jugador de ajedrez.

De todo ello dejó buena muestra en su abundante correspondencia, que puede analizarse como un auténtico paseo por la historia cultural del mundo. La editorial argentina Caja Negra ha vertido al español una selección de las carta de Cage que hizo Laura Kuhn en 2016 para su publicación en Wesleyan University Press.

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Gerardo Jorge ha prologado y anotado la edición española, que se ha dividido en cinco periodos: 1930-49, 1950-61; 1962-71; 1972-82, 1983-92. Jorge destaca también cinco puntos sobre los que gravita la atención de Cage: “el problema América-Europa”, las relaciones entre Oriente y Occidente, la invención y la técnica, las relaciones entre arte y política, la amplia discusión cultural. A todo esto, que está bien diagnosticado, habría que añadir las relaciones personales del músico: sus padres; Xenia Andreyevna Kashevaroff, escultora surrealista que sería su esposa entre 1935 y 1945; por supuesto Merce Cunningham, el bailarín que sería su pareja sentimental desde principios de los 40 y hasta el fin de sus días; David Tudor, el pianista del que sin duda llegó a enamorarse; y otros muchos amigos y conocidos. Por estas cartas pasan sus pasiones, sus obsesiones y algunos desencuentros. En muchos casos, el interés artístico se une al personal: así Cunningham y Tudor fueron colaboradores habituales. Pero además Cage mostró un aprecio enorme por dos artistas singulares y esenciales del siglo con los que tuvo una estrecha amistad: Marcel Duchamp y Bucky Fuller. Compleja fue su relación con Pierre Boulez, pues tras un primer periodo de mutua admiración (que en el caso de Cage llegó casi a la idolatría), la relación se enfría y desde la segunda mitad de los 50 el francés casi desaparece de su correspondencia y de sus referencias. Pero están desde luego otros grandes músicos del siglo, de los cercanos Morton Feldman, Earl Brown y Christian Wolff a Lou Harrison, Luigi Nono, Luciano Berio, Henry Cowell, Murray Schaffer, Alvin Lucier e incluso Leonard Bernstein, y no faltan otras grandes personalidades de la cultura y la sociedad del tiempo, como Marshall MacLuhan, Joseph Beuys o la mismísima Yoko Ono, a la que atribuye su cambio de dieta y la mejora de su salud.

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Las cartas pueden leerse también en la busca de las ideas estéticas de Cage conectadas directamente con su producción artística, pues abundan las referencias sobre muchas de sus obras antes, durante y después de sus puestas en escena. Siendo tan abrumador el volumen de nombres, datos e ideas sólo algo se echa en falta en este volumen de edición muy agradable y manejable para el lector: un aparato de índices (onomástico, temático, de obras del protagonista), herramienta documental que elevaría la presente edición de la categoría del aporte valioso a la del auténtico acontecimiento en la divulgación de una figura esencial del arte contemporáneo.

[John Cage]: Escribir en el agua. Cartas (1930-1992)

Edición de Laura Kuhn. Selección y traducción de Gerardo Jorge. Buenos Aires: Caja Negra, 2021. 468 págs. 25 euros.

Sugerencias. Más que un músico

El primer libro publicado por John Cage se tituló Silence, y recogía una serie de conferencias y escritos diversos, en los que el músico plasmaba sus concepciones artísticas esenciales, que tenían que ver muy especialmente con la indeterminación, el zen y la eliminación del sujeto creador en el proceso artístico. Aunque la obra vio la luz en 1961 y tuvo un éxito que sorprendió al propio Cage, en España hubo que esperar al décimo aniversario de su muerte para que en 2002 la editorial Árdora lo vertiera al castellano.

Es sin duda la obra más conocida y divulgada del californiano, que escribió mucho. El primer volumen de sus Diarios (que alcanzarían las ocho entregas) se publicó en 1965 con el título de Cómo mejorar el mundo (sólo harás que las cosas empeoren). Muchos de los textos ahí incluidos han visto la luz en diversas recopilaciones en castellano, como la que editó la editorial mexicana Alias en 2019, Del lunes en un año. En 2018 Cactus había reunido en Ritmo etc. los escritos para dos de las obras más singulares de Cage: A Year from Monday (1967) y Empty Words (1973). En 2012 Francisco Deco puso al alcance del público español El libro de las setas (original de 1972) en el Centro de Creación Experimental (editora vinculada a la Universidad de Castilla-La Mancha), que recogía no sólo la pasión de Cage por los hongos, sino también parte de su obra gráfica. Hace sólo unas semanas, la Universidad de Granada ha publicado una nueva incursión de Deco en la bibliografía cageana: ¿Dónde comemos? y ¿Qué comemos?, en un tomo que recoge además el primer volumen de Diarios.

[Diario de Sevilla. 18-07-2022]

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tiredwitchplant · 7 months

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The Library MEGA POST!

Hwello. This is a mega post of every information we have so far and where links to new information will be added. This is so chu can get to the information quickly and it will be more organized in this space.

Herbs

Wormwood

Mandrake

Lavender

Clary Sage

Belladonna

Yarrow

Pennyroyal

Patchouli

Culinary Herbs

Garlic

Basil

Dill

Rosemary

Thyme

Bay Leaf

Cinnamon

Ginger

Veggies and Fruits

Russet Potatoes

Apples

Pumpkins

Cranberries

Crystals

Black Obsidian

Amethyst

Tiger's Eye

Lapis Lazuli

Peridot

Bloodstone

Carnelian

White Moonstone

Chrysoprase

Miscellaneous

How to Use Rosemary

How to Use Basil

How to Use Lavender

How to Use Mandrake

Water and Plants

How to Celebrate Samhain!

Sources

Plant Witchery by Juliet Diaz

Complete Language of Herbs by S. Theresa Dietz

Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs Scott Cunningham

The Herbal Alchemist Handbook by Karen Harrison

The Modern Witchcraft Guide to Magickal Herbs by Judy Ann Nock

The Green Witch by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Herb Magic by Patti Wigington

Encyclopedia of Herbal Medicine by Andrew Chevallier

The Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells by Judika Illes

Dictionary of Plant Lore by Donald Watts

The Magick of Food by Gwion Raven

The Complete Language of Food by S. Theresa Dietz

Nature Guide, Rocks and Minerals - DK Publishing

Guide to Crystal Grids- Transform Your Life Using the Power of Crystal Layouts - Judy Hall

Crystals- A complete guide to crystals and color healing - Jennie Harding

The Crystal Witch - Leanna Greenaway

The Crystal Bible - Judy Hall

The Zenned Out Guide to Understanding Crystals - Cassie Uhl

The Crystal Workshop - Azalea Lee

Crystals for Witches - Rituals Spells and More - Eliza Mabelle

More will be added as information is added to the little library. Remember you can support this library by tipping and maybe a pateron in the future.

Thank chu. Bye byes~

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 5 months

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Queer Books November 2023

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Riesbeck 🧡 Heading North by Holly M. Wendt 💛 The Wisdom of Bug by Alyson Root 💚 Trick Shot by Kayla Grosse 💙 A Holly Jolly Christmas by Emily Wright 💜 Outdrawn by Deanna Grey ❤️ Yours Celestially by Al Hess 🧡 The Christmas Memory by Barbara Winkes 💛 Violet Moon by Mel E. Lemon 💙 The Santa Pageant by Lillian Barry 💜 Only for the Holidays by Shannon O’Connor 🌈 Homestead for the Holidays by Wren Taylor

❤️ You Can Count on Me by Fae Quin 🧡 No One Left But You by Tash McAdam 💛 The Worst Thing of All is the Light by José Luis Serrano, Lawrence Schimel 💚 Today Tonight Forever by Madeline Kay Sneed 💙 Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt 💜 Emmett by L. C. Rosen ❤️ Finding My Elf by David Valdes 🧡 Tonight, I Burn by Katharine J. Adams 💛 Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng 💙 Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree 💜 A Power Unbound by Freya Marske 🌈 We Are the Crisis by Cadwell Turnbull

❤️ The Manor House Governess by C.A. Castle 🧡 You Owe Me One, Universe by Chad Lucas 💛 Last Night at the Hollywood Canteen by Sarah James 💚 Skip!: A Graphic Novel by Rebecca Burgess 💙 Something About Her by Clementine Taylor 💜 Touching the Art by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore ❤️ A Nearby Country Called Love by Salar Abdoh 🧡 Normporn: Queer Viewers and the TV That Soothes Us by Karen Tongson 💛 Sir Callie and the Dragon’s Roost by Esme Symes-Smith 💙 The Order of the Banshee by Robyn Singer 💜 Once Upon My Dads’ Divorce by Seamus Kirst, Noémie Gionet Landry 🌈 Forsooth by Jimmy Matejek-Morris

❤️ A Common Bond by T.M. Kuta 🧡 Risk the Fall by Riley Hart 💛 Just a Little Snack by Yah-Yah Scholfield 💚 Home for the Holidays by Erin Zak 💙 NeurodiVeRse by MJ James 💜 Dark Heir (Dark Rise #2) by C.S. Pacat ❤️ sub/Dom by Rab Green 🧡 Bitten by the Bond by Elaine White 💛 Heir to Frost and Storm by Ben Alderson 💙 The Sea of Stars by Gwenhyver 💜 Bad Beat by L.M. Bennett 🌈 Idol Moves by K.T. Salvo

❤️ Plot Twist by Erin La Rosa 🧡 In the Pines by Mariah Stillbrook 💛 The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key #2) by Akshaya Raman 💚 Only She Came Back by Margot Harrison 💙 Megumi & Tsugumi, Vol. 4 by Mitsuru Si 💜 Pritty by Keith F. Miller Jr. ❤️ Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfrid 🧡 An Atlas to Forever by Krystina Rivers 💛 Come Find Me in the Midnight Sun by Bailey Bridgewater 💙 Bait and Witch by Clifford Mae Henderson 💜 Shadow Baron by Davinia Evans 🌈 Day by Michael Cunningham

❤️ Livingston Girls by Briana Morgan 🧡 Delay of the Game by Ari Baran 💛 The Nanny with the Nice List by K. Sterling 💚 A Talent Ignited by Suzanne Lenoir 💙 A Kiss of the Siren’s Song by E.A.M. Trofimenkoff 💜 Rivals for Love by Ali Vali ❤️ Whiskey & Wine by Kelly Fireside, Tana Fireside 🧡 Buried Secrets by Sheri Lewis Wohl 💛 Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis 💙 Living for You by Jenny Frame 💜 Death on the Water by CJ Birch 🌈 Merciless Waters by Rae Knowles

❤️ Vicarious by Chloe Spencer 🧡 Sapling’s Depths by Spencer Rose 💛 That French Summer by Sienna Waters 💚 System Overload by Saxon James 💙 King of Death by Lily Mayne 💜 Warts and All by Ashley Bennett ❤️ Principle Decisions by Thea Belmont 🧡 The Best Mistake by Emily O’Beirne 💛 Sugar and Ice by Eule Grey 💙 Until The Blood Runs Dry by MC Johnson 💜 Splinter : A Diverse Sleepy Hollow Retelling by Jasper Hyde 🌈 The Mischievous Letters of the Marquise de Q by Felicia Davin

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Runaway CH2

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Lucy rings Steve’s doorbell. She is surprised Steve still lives at home, but she really does have the room to judge. As the door opens the packaged popcorn, candy, and Yoo-hoo are revealed to him.

“Hey, Stevie. Wanna let me in so we can get set up?” He grabs one of the bags she has from her pile. Lucy looks back at her brother’s van and waves him off. Chrissy shyly waves as Eddie casually waves at her before he drives off.

“Is your brother taking a girl home? Wait. Is that Chrissy Cunningham?”

“It isn’t like that Stevie. It’s a deal, not a date. You should know about this considering you used to throw a bunch of parties.”

“I didn’t touch that-“ Lucy gives him a knowing look as she enters the home.

“Liar. When Eddie found out we were friends he immediately ratted you out. I don’t really judge. One of the tamer things Eddie has to offer.” She says as she puts down part of her haul on the kitchen counter. “Plus, you outed yourself to Dustin in the elevator last summer.”

“Right. Forgot about that.”

“Fair. We did end up on the weirdest trip I have ever been on thanks to those Russians.” Steve then goes through her haul of snacks meant for the next couple of hours.

“Yoo-hoos?”

“Yeah! They are a Munson essential. Amazing!” Steve gives it a skeptical look. “Come on Stevie! Trust me.” She says as she takes out the popcorn and starts getting it ready.

“Fine. If there are no objections to movies tonight. Robin picked them and said for me to force you to watch it even if you try and be nice and put me out of my misery.” Steve then spreads out the array of movies Robin has chosen.

“Yes! Like I would stop these movies from playing. You got into this job by saying the Star Wars with the teddy bears. You need to at least see the movie once so maybe you can remember the name Ewok so you can impress Dustin.” Lucy says as she holds up the Star Wars movies with an Indiana Jones squeezed in for good measure. “She left us Indie so that you can have a break. I have a feeling you are going to relate a bit to the adventurer knowing the stories Dustin tells Eddie.”

“He talks about me to him?!”

“Yeah, Stevie. You’re his idol. Like the big brother, he never had. Just don’t tell him I let it slip and we can have a bit more of a break than Indie.”

“Deal.” As he says this the popcorn starts popping and Steve gets out the bowl.

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“Why do the teddy bears have spears?”

“Because George Lucas and Co wanted something cute and fluffy to sell to the little kids but badass to sell to the older ones. Now watch the movie.” Lucy says as she grabs some popcorn from God knows how many bowls. On each side of the sofa, they have spread out one to two bottles of Yoo-hoo each. Lucy plops her head down on Steve’s shoulder and they attack the clones.

At this point, it is well into the night. The duo has watched the other two Star Wars movies with Steve asking questions along the way and Lucy answering them without spoiling anything. When they get their Indiana Jones, and the Raider of the Lost Ark break Steve asks fewer questions, but it is clear from the two Harrison Ford performances he enjoys the simplicity of a professor turned adventurer.

“Thanks for putting up with this Stevie.” She says softly.

“I’m not putting up with anything. I mean would I choose Star Wars any day of the week? No, but I haven’t been able to spend time with you on one as I have with Robin since Starcourt, and well… I have missed you.”

“Aww Stevie! I didn’t know you missed me and our closing shift shenanigans.” She says as she looks at him slightly laughing. They lock eyes for a few seconds. Lucy then stops laughing as the air begins to get tense. Steve slowly begins to lean in, and Lucy follows.

Right as they are about to close their eyes a sharp set of knocks is heard at the door. Steve and Lucy jump back away from each other and Steve runs for the door. When he is out of eyesight Lucy gives the biggest sigh and curls up on herself covering her face with her hands, her blonde wild hair blocking the rest of her face.

“Stupid…” She says to herself.

“Good evening. We heard reports that Lucy Munson was here.” At this, she gets up and walks to the entryway.

“Yeah. Here I am-“ She sees immediately the flashing lights and the silhouettes of two police officers. “Oh. Sorry. Is there something I can help with?”

“We are going to need you to come with us.”

“Why?”

“We can’t say.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want with her but if she needs an alibi she has been here since the early evening.” At this, the officers go back to their cars and talk to each other. They then quickly come back.

“Ms. Munson your home is a crime scene. I recommend you find somewhere else to stay for a while.” The officer says.

“She’ll be here as long as it is,” Steve says as he gently pulls Lucy back towards him.

“If you hear even a peep from your brother, call the station.”

“Yes officer…” Lucy says softly as Steve gives a nod and shuts the door after waving.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck.” Lucy says to herself as she starts to grab her stuff.

“Hey! You can’t just leave. It makes you look guilty and may lead them to your brother.”

“You’re right. I hate that.” Lucy says as she stops what she is doing. “But I can’t just stand here. Eddie is a soft soul.” Steve gives her a look. “Deeeeeep down. He is a little scaredy cat who couldn’t hurt a fly. He needs to be calmed down because he is losing his mind right now.”

“We can worry about this tomorrow. First, we need to sleep. You can take the guest room. I’ll show you where it is.” Steve then helps her grab her stuff and takes it upstairs.

On the bed is a large shirt and pants folded. “I uh keep this place ready in case anyone is in a tight spot. Guess it paid off.” Steve says as he puts her stuff on the floor next to the bed.

“Yeah. Thanks, Stevie.” She says as she gives him a hug.

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. Let’s get some sleep and find your brother tomorrow.” Lucy gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight kiss. For good luck.” Steve gently goes and closes the door before he responds.

Lucy groans in embarrassment as she flops into the bed.

“Now let’s find Eddie.” She sinks into the bed as she closes her eyes. Eventually, she sinks further into the bed until she is past it and in a black plane. She walks along the surface of the black water below her and she looks around. Eventually, she finds Eddie lying down in a canoe curled up and asleep. She runs over to him before placing her hands to cradle his head before entering his mind.

The first thing she hears is Eddie. She feels the sheets on his bed as she springs up.

“Chrissy wakes up!” He says as she convulses with glazed-over eyes. He starts to shake her and snap at her. “I don’t like this! Chrissy wakes up!” At this, she rises into the air and her bones start to snap and contort.

“Eddie,” Lucy says before she grabs him and the scene in front of them changes to a typical evening with Eddie playing his guitar and Lucy in the living room listening as she works on her homework.

“Lucy! Chrissy she-“ Eddie says as he is hyperventilating and crying.

“I know. Cops came by to try and take me in,” she says as she drags him into a hug and sits him down. “Now let’s calm down and listen to your practice.”

“Where are you?! Are you safe?”

“Yes. I am at Steve’s house and can stay there for now. Let’s focus on you. The press hasn’t gotten to the story yet and the police officers haven’t officially started the manhunt… but I have a feeling that are going to do that soon. You can’t let them catch you.”

“Well, I am hiding out at Refer Rick’s place. Please try and bring me food or something. I am getting hungry. I was planning to have Chrissy over for dinner before she left but well-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I just saw you didn’t do anything. We can say here if you like to get some rest. I’ll try and bring something by tomorrow. I’m gonna guess some snacks, easy-to-make meals, and yoo-hoos?”

“That sounds great. Thanks. For the future food run and this.” Eddie says as he gestures around to the scene.

“No problem. I’ve been trying to help Max out at night with her dreams, so I have had a bit of practice lately.” Eddie then looks concerned.

“Is that why you have been so tired lately?”

“It has been a bit taxing doing it every night, but I should be fine and so should you. We are technically resting.” She says with a laugh. “Now, which memories should we dive into this night.”

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Lucy looks like a zombie as she reorganizes the movies recently turned in.

“Are you ok?”

“No….” Lucy moans out as she accidentally drops her tape in her hands causing her to bend down and pick it back up.

“Did you have a sleepless night?”

“Not in that way. Nightmares.” Lucy says as she rubs her eyes.

“You mean you didn’t take the opportunity I gave you?”

“Yes and no. We can talk about this later when I can think.” Lucy says as she shooed off Robin. Lucy continues to clean up around the store. A violent clang can be heard from the front of the store.

“Where is she, Steve?”

“Who?” Steve asks as Lucy moves to the front of the store.

“Her. Lucy, I need your help. Your brother he is being framed-“

“I know.”

“I need your help to find him so we can find out what happened and what sort of being we are dealing with now.”

“Are you saying the Upside Down is open again?”

“So far doesn’t seem like it but our creature may just be for this section of the campaign.”

“Dustin, I know you love my brother, but he is the DND player. Speak Common to me.”

“He is the key to this whole mystery.”

“Hey. You help me get him food and I can help you find him.”

“Deal.”

“Do I get a say in any of this?” Steve asks as he blocks the front of the counter.

“No. My brother is starving. Look. We can either do this with your help or Dustin and I can walk on over to where he is and who knows what may happen to us.”

“Fine. Now how do we even find a guy like that?”

“Easy. You have talked through a scenario like this before and you pre-planned this. I mean we thought it would be me on the run, but it works.” Lucy then jumps to the counter and starts using the customer database. “Just need to get a house number really quick.”

“Hey, this is private customer data.”

“And I am an employee Stevie,” Lucy says with a wink as she types in the name she needs. “Now let’s get my brother.”

“I have some other-“

“Fine. I am going myself. Dustin, you stay back and keep bothering this guy and your friends to help. I think we have another incident.” Lucy says as she checks the time and nods to herself before she goes into the back to change and leave.

As she opens the door she is greeted with a stark white wall. As she turns back the hallway continues to a door with no handles. She feels a weight on her face and feels it realizing there is a muzzle over her mouth. Lining the hallway are similar doors but each has a number. She starts to walk forward. As she does the sound of a clock chimes in the distance as the laughter of children rings out from behind the door at the end of the hallway she is walking down. As she continues down the hall the laughing turns into screams and cracks can be heard. Thumps sound from behind the door as she gets closer. The lights start to flicker. She reaches for her door, her fingertips brushing it before she feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns around quickly and winds up ready to punch.

“Lucy? Are you ok?” Steve asks as he backs up to space himself away from her threat of violence.

Y-yeah… just worried about my brother… I-I need to go.” She says as she wipes her nose and rushes off. Dustin tries to stop her, but Lucy looks at him with a look that makes him hesitant long enough for her to leave.

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After a while, Lucy appears from the gas station with a bag full of snacks and microwaveable food. She seems very shaken up as she huffs to herself. She starts her walk to Rick’s house, but she hears a car screech down the road. Eventually, she can hear familiar arguing as it whips by and eventually stops further down the road.

“Finally…” Lucy says to herself as she jogs forward.

“Get in,” Dustin says loudly as she gets closer.

“I call trunk,” Lucy says excitedly through labored breaths as she walks around to the back and pops the trunk.

“Don’t you dare! You’ll mess up-“

“Stevie sweetie you have to chill. I’ll ride-“ she looks at the crowd for a second. “…uhhh hump.” Dustin gets out and Lucy squeezes in before Steve drives off.

“So… Lucy…” Dustin says as he seems concerned. “How are you doing?”

“As good as can be considering my brother is being framed for murder.” She laughs. “But other than that, I am peachy.”

“Welp, I tried.”

“Hey! She is going through a lot here. She is the sister of a killer going through a mental break!” Robin pipes in from the front.

“He is framed.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” As Lucy says this she looks down at her hands and notices them shaking. She starts fiddling her fingers and clasping her hands. As she does this Dustin pats her on the shoulder.

“Eddie does that when he is nervous about something. You’re going to be ok. Eddie is going to be ok.”

“I know. Eddie and I did discuss this whole plan a while ago and he seems to be following it perfectly.”

“Why do you have a plan for this?!” Dustin looks at her like she has grown an extra leg.

“We are the children of a criminal. Of course, we need an escape plan.” Lucy looks at Dustin with a hurt expression.

“Munson’s…” Steve chimes in from the front causing Lucy to lean forward into Robin and Steve’s space.

“You got something to say, Stevie?” She says as she leans in close to whisper. “You didn’t seem too bothered by it yesterday.” She then pats the side of the seat as Steve freezes unable to respond. “Aww come on. That wasn’t even the worst thing I could say.” She says with a laugh as she leans back into her seat having Max and Dustin look at her bewildered.

“So, what did you grab for your brother?” Max asks trying to brush past everything.

“All the essentials. Some water, some chocolate milk, some snacks, some meals… enough to last a few days before he has to start begging.” She says as she shows the boys.

“This is an amazing haul of food.”

“Yep. Figured if it is good enough for a child to enjoy it should be able to satisfy Eddie.” She says with a laugh as she closes the bag.

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They pull into Rick's driveway at night. Lucy reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a flashlight as she climbs over Max.

“Hey!”

“Sorry! Got places to be!” She clicks on the flashlight and runs off towards the house. She tries the door and realizes it is locked. She then remembers the night before with Eddie being in a canoe. “Right. Wrong building.” She says to herself as she clicks off her flashlight and runs over to the boathouse. She tries the door there and finds it locked. She starts trying to jimmy it.

“Lucy? Where did you go?” Steve calls out into the night. Lucy sighs as she holds her hand in front of the door. She hears a click from the door and pretends to have physically done something to the door instead of what she did when Steve appears again next to her.

“Going with the plan Stevie.” She says with a sing-song voice. She then opens the door. “Benefits of being a child of a criminal.” She gestures to the open door for them to go inside.

She begins to walk her way in when suddenly she enters the doorway to the white hallway again.

In the real world, her friends continue searching for her brother, unaware of what is happening due to the darkness. Steve begins stabbing around with an oar until Eddie lunges at him with a broken beer bottle. Everyone starts panicking.

“Lucy a little help,” Dustin says as he turns around to her to find her still with her eyes glazed over and her nose bleeding as she looks on.

“No! Not you too!” Eddie rushes over and starts trying to wake her up. “Please don’t do this to me. Not now.”

Lucy hears none of this as she suddenly snaps back to the real world, her blue eyes returning to normal. “What the fuck?” She looks around confused and scared as she tries to calm her breathing. “Where?” Before she can continue Eddie continues to shake her. “Stop it! I am fine for now!” She grabs her brother’s shoulders to stop him. That is when she notices he is almost crying.

“Eddie. I’m not going to be sacrificed. I’m more final girl material anyway.” She adds the joke at the end, but he isn’t laughing. At this, she drops her fake smile and tightly grips his right shoulder as she talks to him in his head.

“What did I tell you on that day? I’m not leaving you alone as long as you will let me hang around.” She then smiles on the outside as she severed the connection. “Now can we all sit down and figure out what the hell is going on?” She says as she guides her brother to sit down.

Others try to touch him, but he backs off still very jittery. Lucy is in a similar state, but she is holding herself together a bit more. Most people are questioning Eddie, but Steve comes over to check on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was happening?”

“I don’t know. I guess it made it real.” Lucy says with a hollow laugh.

“How long have they been happening?” There is a sadness and fear in his eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ve been dealing with what I saw in that place as a nightmare. The whole thing happening when I am awake thing is new though. Like maybe a few days? Yeah, that sounds right. It was the reason you almost took one to the face earlier today.” She smiles but it looks uneasy. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s ok. You’re cursed right now according to your brother and the kids.” Steve seems to think about something for a second before he nods to himself. “I was wondering if you could tell me what exactly is going on when you are in there?” At this, Lucy seems to sink back into the past. Like she is physically there but mentally somewhere else.

“A time and place I am never going back to. The only people who know about it… they aren’t around anymore besides Eddie.” She realizes something. “Wait… that’s not right…” she then winces as it feels like a spike drove into her skull. She sees a flash of three people. Angry blue eyes, scared brown eyes, and dead grayish eyes. “Ugh, that’s not right either. I think I need sleep. That will help with the whole gaps in memory thing?”

“Or it will bring you closer to whatever is happening,” Steve says looking at her with worry.

“Don’t worry my valiant knight. I’m confident that you’ll find a way to save me in time. You have a surprisingly good record of getting to places just in time with solutions and you better not change that now otherwise I am haunting your ass.” Steve smiles unsure as he offers his hand to help her up which she takes.

Lucy looks over to Max and sees a sad sense of understanding. Lucy’s eyes widen as she realizes what it means. She is not the only one in danger.

#oc #stranger things #original character #steve harington x oc #steve harrington x original character #stranger things fic #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x oc

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My Top 10 Choices LIs!

For the International Fanworks Day event hosted by @choicesfandomappreciation.

Aiden Zhou

Aiden Zhou Lucas Thomas

Aiden Zhou Tyler Woods

Aiden Zhou Michael Harrison

Aiden Zhou Andy Kang

Aiden Zhou Ajay Bhandari

Aiden Zhou Tom Sato

Aiden Zhou Maria Flores

Aiden Zhou Liam Rys

Aiden Zhou Imtura Tal Kaen

Honorable Mentions: Connor Green, Ava Cunningham, Parker Shaw, Hayden Young, Grayson Prescott, Ian/Ina Kingsley, Skye Crandall, Emma Hawkins, Caleb Mitchell, Kamilah Sayeed, Adrian Raines, Jax Matsuo, Lily Spencer, Kepler (ATV), Charlie King, and probably more that I can't be assed to mention now

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #choices stories we play #choicesfanworksday

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dust-and-grave · 11 months

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Rachel's occult TBR

i've been doing a lot of digging around online for interesting occult books that i want to check out. thought it would be handy to compile a list here for reference. some of these are going to be for practical purposes (learning witchy things), but i'm sure a lot of them are gonna be just for funsies. (i do enjoy fucking around and finding out.)

[CR] = currently reading italicized = read [v] = dropped

GENERAL WITCHERY

The Azoetia: A Grimoire of the Sabbatic Craft (Andrew Chumbley)

Cunningham's Book of Shadows: The Path of an American Traditionalist (Scott Cunningham)

A Grimoire for Modern Cunningfolk (Peter Paddon)

A Little Book of Altar Magic (D.J. Conway)

Applied Magic (Dion Fortune)

SPELLS

The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells (Judika Illes)

The Magical Household: Spells & Rituals for the Home (Scott Cunningham + David Harrington)

Spell Crafts: Creating Magical Objects (Scott Cunningham + David Harrington)

TAROT

Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom (Rachel Pollack) [CR]

Tarot: Connect With Yourself, Develop Your Intuition, Live Mindfully (Tina Gong) [CR]

The Creative Tarot: A Modern Guide to an Inspired Life (Jessa Crispin)

DIVINATION

Divination for Beginners: Reading the Past, Present, and Future (Scott Cunningham)

The Art of the Pendulum (Cassandra Eason)

The Complete Guide to Psychic Development (Cassandra Eason)

SIGILS

Practical Sigil Magic: Creating Personal Symbols for Success (Frater U∴D∴)

Sigil Witchery (Laura Tempest Zarkoff)

CANDLE MAGICK

Advanced Candle Magick (Ray Buckland)

Candle Power: Using Candle Light for Ritual, Magic, and Self- Discovery (Cassandra Eason)

SHADOW WORK

Shadow Work Guidebook (Jessica Cross)

CRYSTALS

Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem, & Metal Magic (Scott Cunningham)

HERBS / NATURE

The Complete Book of Incense, Oils & Brews (Scott Cunningham)

The Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs (Scott Cunningham)

Herbal Magick; A Witch’s Guide to Herbal Enchantment, Folklore, and Divination (Gerina Dunwich)

The Herbal Alchemist’s Handbook (Karen Harrison)

The Magical and Ritual Use of Herbs (Richard Allen Miller)

The Folk-Lore of Plants (T. F. Thiselton- Dyer)

Natural Magic (Doreen Valiente)

THELEMA

The Book of the Law (Aleister Crowley)

The Book of Lies (Aleister Crowley)

The Book of Thoth (Aleister Crowley)

Meditation (Aleister Crowley)

Eight Lectures on Yoga (Aleister Crowley)

Abrahadabra: Understanding Aleister Crowley's Thelemic Magic (Rodney Orpheus + Lon Milo Duquette)

#witchcraft #witchy resources #witchy books

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 years

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Masterlist

Fics i have done!

Fandoms i write for!

Young justice

Kaldur'ahm/Aqualad

Megan morse/Miss martian

Connor kent/Superboy

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Mr tumnus

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William dunbar

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Triple frontier

Will "ironhead" miller

Frankie "catfish" morales

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The night shift

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Catcher block

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faofinn · 7 months

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No. 2 "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back."

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Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

A 'recovery' fic set some time after this

Harrison had gone from strength to strength in his recovery. Even despite the sepsis and pneumonia, on top of the initial gsw and opened chest in the field.

It had been a long, hard slog to get there, though, that couldn't be forgotten. After the chest drain, he'd ended up with a little delirium from everything, and everyone dreaded that it was going backwards. Somehow, he kept progressing, kept improving, kept defying expectations.

It was several months later when he was finally allowed from the bed, graduating to being allowed to potter between there and the sofas. He was on strict instructions to not treat anyone, to not do anything stupid and outside of his current abilities. He still had a babysitter, though they denied that that was why they were there. It was obvious, but he didn't really mind; he enjoyed the company and conversation.

Harrison had lost so much weight with it all, far too much, and that brought its own problems. His prosthesis no longer fit properly, the bone rubbing against the hard plastic. It put him off walking with it, choosing instead to use his crutches where he could.

Fao didn’t mind ‘babysitting’ Hars. He was still getting over his own chest infection, easily tired, and so sitting around in the basement doing paperwork and making sure Hars had what he needed suited him just fine. Besides, he liked Harrison’s company, and it was still just so nice to have him ‘back’ after all they’d been through.

The past few nights, Harrison had been struggling to sleep. He just couldn't settle with pain and just wrongness in his bones. He'd tried to shake it off, busying himself in the basement to try and keep his mind active. The room spun each time he stood, but after a few moments of gripping whatever counter he was closest to, everything returned to normal. It was just tiredness, that's all.

Fao noticed as Harrison emerged from his room, somewhat unsteady on his crutches. Not unusual, and Fao wished he’d use his chair instead, but he wasn’t about to start that fight again.

“Hey. Need anything?” Fao asked.

He took a moment to reply, looking blankly at Fao before he shook his head. "No, I'm good."

“You okay?” He asked, frowning.

"Been better."

“Need something? Meds?”

"I want out of the basement."

“Want some fresh air?”

"Yeah. But I want to stay out."

“I can’t let you stay out.”

"You can't keep me here."

“You’re still not well, Hars.”

"I'm late, Fao. I don't have time to worry about not being well."

Fao frowned, standing up and putting his book down. “Late?”

"Yes, late. I'm trying to get ready."

“Late for what?”

Harrison turned to look at him, exasperated. "Work. Honestly, Fao. I don't get you."

“You don’t have to go to work, you’re off sick right now. You got hurt, remember?”

"I'm not stupid, I know I got hurt. I can fucking feel it."

“So you don’t need to go anywhere.”

"Yeah, I do." He turned back, swaying on his crutches. "I need to go."

“You don’t need to go to work, you can stay here. Why don’t we sit down, I’ll put the kettle on?”

"I don't want a drink. I want to go outside."

“Come on, it’s okay.”

"None of this is okay."

“I know, I know. But you don’t need to go out, you can stay here.”

He frowned. "I don't want to stay here."

“I know, but it’s for your own good.”

"It's obviously not."

“It is, Hars. I know it doesn’t feel like it.

"Where's Tai? He'll tell you."

“He’s at work today, he’ll be home soon.”

Harrison frowned at him. "Well where's Levi?"

“Your dad is with him.”

"He's my son."

“Nobody is saying otherwise.”

He huffed. "Right. Okay."

“I mean it, Hars.”

"Mean what?"

“Nobody’s saying otherwise about Levi.”

"Right. So I need to go."

“No, you don’t.”

"Whatever." He turned away, bored of the conversation and ready to do his own thing.

The turn made him dizzy, but he figured it would go, it had to. He stumbled forward, managing a few steps before his crutch slipped slightly. He struggled to right himself, but the dizziness was only getting worse, the room darkening at the corners.

Nausea rose too, only adding to the feeling that he was dying, but he didn't have the energy to do anything about it. His leg shook and he knew his knee wouldn't hold him, but the thought was quickly lost to the blackness.

“Hars? Harrison?” He called.

Fao spotted the way Harrison went blank, the stumble just another warning sign. He crossed the room quickly, aiming to help Harrison stay upright on his crutches, but his eyes rolled and he went down. He reached for him just as he went, stretching further than he should, and he staggered under the weight of him as they went to the floor. It was softer than it had been if he’d not caught him, but it wrenched Fao’s bad shoulder and he groaned, the pain already bad.

Harrison was still in Fao's arms, his chest rise and fall all too shallow. It took a few moments for him to start to come to, screwing his face up.

“Hey, you’re okay.” Fao said, running his fingers through Harrison’s hair. “Take a moment.”

He groaned, trying to get his bearings. He reached to rub his eyes, his head pounding.

“You’re alright. You fainted.”

"Head hurts."

“Headache? You didn’t hit the floor.”

"I'm on the floor."

“I caught you, you fainted.”

"Oh. Okay."

“Let’s get you back to bed.”

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krispyweiss · 2 years

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Madison Cunningham Reveals Revealer Tracks Behind NPR’s Tiny Desk

Madison Cunningham appears poised to do big things.

As she prepares for the Sept. 9 release of her sophomore LP, Revealer, Cunningham and her band, keyboardist Philip Krohnengold, bassist Daniel Rhine and drummer Kyle Crane, performed the four advance singles for NPR’s “Tiny Desk Concert” program.

With an expressive alto that climbs effortlessly toward soprano accents, Cunningham is also a colorful lyricist, whether writing about her grandmother’s death on the funereal “Life According to Raechel” or the need to recharge on the muted psychedelia of “Hospital.”

Checking in to a hospital/where the nurse is earth and sky/fighting against my flesh and blood/there’s nothing I won’t try, she sings on the latter, which highlights the four-song set.

“All I’ve Ever Known” reveals Cunningham’s apparent fondness for Paul Simon, while “In from Japan” solidifies the impression - given by “Hospital” - that she’s partial to the quiet Beatle.

Cunningham wears her influences on the neck of her guitar. But she is no imitator; she is a Revealer - and what she’s showing bodes big things to come.

Grade card: Madison Cunningham NPR “Tiny Desk Concert” - A-

8/22/22

#Youtube #madison cunningham #revealer #npr tiny desk #npr #paul simon #george harrison #the beatles

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rwprincess · 2 years

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Strange Love: Part One (Fred BensonxFem!Reader)

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Synopsis: Request from @fandom-garbage:

What if the reader (fem or gn) is like popular and considered very "hot" I guess but she makes her love for her bf Fred very apparent despite him not being the typical guy I guess. Kinda like Jessica and Roger Rabbit dynamic I just think that would be very cute. Like she kisses him all the time.

CW: Spoilers/references to Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut; hard crushing/fluff; reader is kind of on a pedestal; self-doubt/deprecation on Fred’s part

A/N: Honestly, the song Strange Love by Karen O has guided several of my Fred fics, but I thought this one would be perfect for incorporating some of the lyrics and being more based on it. Also, while I was never hot or popular, I did do cheerleading for six years, so I drew on that experience for the 'hot but sweet cheerleader' trope, a la Chrissy the Queen Cunningham.

He had to be mistaken. Or dreaming. But he could have sworn he saw Y/N make direct eye contact with him and smile as she passed in the hallway. Fred watched after her a moment longer and noticed her turn her head, glancing back in his direction as she walked with her swarm of friends, the elites of Hawkins high. It's a crowded hallway. There's no way she was looking at you, he scolded himself and adjusted the satchel strap across his chest. But the next day, he was hit with the hard realization that he hadn't been imagining it.

"Hi, Fred!" She said from behind him and he turned to see that photo-perfect smile plastered on her face. It fit in with her whole cleancut image: hair swept up into a tight ponytail without a single hair misplaced, a crisp green, white, and gold cheer uniform, and a perky pep in her step and tone in her voice. He had to consciously stop himself from slamming back into locker in shock and disbelief, not to mention the fuzzy weakness in his knees that made him feel on the brink of collapse. Whether it was anxiety from her seemingly knowing his name and initiating conversation or he was alarmed at her beauty up close, he couldn't say; either way, it was overtaking him in an intoxicating blunder.

"H-hello?" He stammered out an unsure greeting. At this point, he knew this was happening, but he could not fathom why.

"How are you? Sorry," she blinked in realization, "this is probably really weird and out of the blue. I'm in Callahan's class with you, I sit near the back and --"

"No, I know who you are." He finally snapped out of his daze to reply, "I mean, I recognize you."

"Oh, good," she let out a relieved sigh and then started talking quickly again, unable to contain the bubbly personality underneath. "I just feel bad that I've never really had a chance to talk to you and you seem really interesting, so I thought I'd say hi, see how you were doing. Kind of introduce myself belatedly. Way overdue, I know."

His brain took a moment to process the rapid speech, and all it could return in kind was, "Me?" with a hesitant gesture at himself.

"Yeah, you." Her stunning, sparkling eyes softened into a warm and welcoming gaze, "Unless you suddenly aren't Fred Benson." That perfect smile played at her lips again.

"I am." This is going swimmingly, he thought to himself sarcastically. He was so rarely at a loss for words or wit, but he felt totally out of his element here. "I just…I didn't realize you knew who I was. Different friends and all that. We--we haven't worked together in class, right?" He asked trying to play it cool as though he wouldn't remember her nor did he know for a fact they'd never been paired together. That would be the stuff of dreams to last him for the next century, much like this scenario was likely to fuel him.

"No, but I've heard some of the things you've said, answers you've given. I've found them really…" she paused, drawing in her pink, glossy lower lip between her teeth searching for the right word while Fred was just doing his best to recall how to breathe correctly. "Insightful." She finished, giving him a direct and meaningful stare. He felt pinned, but oddly didn't mind it.

"R-really? Thanks." He was still unsure. All of this seemed too out of place, too unreal.

"Yeah, of course. Hey, are you going to the basketball game tonight? At least to cover it for the paper?" She asked and he could only blink in surprise. She knew he was part of The Weekly Streak, too?!

"Um, yeah. Yes. I'll be there, reporting." He replied, matter-of-factly.

"Good. Maybe I'll see you there." She grinned and swayed a little, balancing on the balls of her feet. "I've gotta run though. Bye!"

"Goodbye." He mumbled, skeptically, before she walked away. But he caught her in another over-the-shoulder glance as she walked away and disappeared into the throng of students.

~•••~

"Y/N?" Fred's most trusted friend and confidante, Clark asked, dubious. "As in Y/N L/N? Ridiculously hot cheerleader here; that Y/N?"

"Yes! Obviously!" Fred said, exasperated. Of course, he had also been in disbelief but Clark's rigorous clarification was irritating him; was he truly that undesirable or unworthy to talk to?

"Fred, I know some weird stuff has happened in Hawkins lately. The Russians, the mall fire, that dead kid showing back up y'know, not dead. But this? This takes the cake."

"Nice to know I'm that low on the totem pole, that it is absolutely unbelievable for a girl to talk to me."

"No, no. Not a girl. The most attractive, sought-after girl here? It is not a dig at you, she shouldn't be speaking to any of us!" Clark tried to justify as he noticed Fred's face get redder with anger. "It just defies the natural rules of high school. We are down here," he made a gesture at shoulder-height, "and she's in the stratosphere. I'm not sure she's really from this planet, man. I mean, have you seen her?"

"You doofus, I just told you I talked to her, of course I've seen her!"

"Then you should get what I'm saying." Clark shrugged and Fred sighed in defeat. Clark was right: she was out of their league. He shouldn't get his hopes up, and yet, that little sliver of faith kept him going.

~•••~

Clark had to eat his words later that night, though. He decided to attend the game himself and see if Fred's outrageous claim came true. Y/N approached as the crowd was dispersing from the bleachers to address Fred.

"Hey, didja have fun?" She asked, that ever-present beaming smile lighting up her face and the whole gymnasium along with it.

"I'm not sure I'd precisely put it that way," he returned the smile helplessly, "but I'd say I enjoyed myself overall. Sports aren't really my thing. It's part of the job, but it wasn't bad, per se."

"That's the spirit!" She reached out and nudged his shoulder with a pom-pom, his smile growing wider in spite of himself. That is, until he saw Clark making his way over. The dream bubble burst…back to reality. She noticed his face fall and peeked behind herself. She turned back and raised a quizzical eyebrow to Fred.

"Clark, hey." He tried to seem enthused but fell short. "This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my friend, Clark." They exchanged pleasantries, but Fred tried to communicate to his friend to take a hike. "I thought you were headed right home after the game." He 'hinted' through gritted teeth. Luckily, Clark caught on and obliged him.

"Oh! I am. Very busy stuff…at home, but I just thought I would say goodbye as I was headed out. So, uh, goodbye. And nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too?" Her voice rose in pitch, not sure what to make of the conversation, and she turned back to Fred. He caught a glimpse of Clark mouthing Oh my God! And doing a 'call me' hand sign before noticeably pointing towards her. Fred waved at him as if nothing happened.

"Sorry about him. It's just way past his bedtime." He said sarcastically and she giggled.

"So, are you headed home too? Or…well, some of us were going to go to the diner if you want to come with." She said it like it was no big deal, like it was a run-of-the-mill invitation, as if he should have known he'd always be welcome.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Normally I stay and draft the article. I mean, I don't usually go home right away anyway."

"Oh, good, then I'm not keeping you up past your bedtime?" Holy hell, was she trying to kill him? His heart slammed in his chest and he tried to swallow thickly, but his throat was too dry and his Adam's Apple bobbed in vain.

"Nope, not at all. I like to walk on the wild side. Rebel." He joked, even though he felt ridiculous saying so.

"See? I told you you were interesting." She said lowly, leaning in just a bit. "You ready to go?"

~•••~

Y/N was surprisingly funny and kind. While Fred had felt compelled to take up her invitation, he was still apprehensive. It felt like it was just too good to be true, that there had to be some ulterior motive. But she made him feel more or less at home among her friends. Or, as welcome as he could feel in a place he clearly did not belong. It felt akin to being at the zoo, but he wasn't sure if he was a patron…or an exhibit. Some of the crowd seemed questioning or worse, falsely kind, but Y/N paid them no mind and acted as though this was totally normal, as if Fred had been with them all along.

"What did you think of the reading for this weekend? Harrison Bergeron?" She asked him.

"You already read it?" He asked, amazed. He figured that most people, ones with social lives anyway, would do weekend assignments on the weekend.

"Yeah. I knew I had the game tonight and practice tomorrow. So I tried to get ahead. Or at least not procrastinate. You know Callhan's class. It can kick your ass if you fall behind." She then furrowed her eyebrows, "Sorry. That makes it sound like I think you're a slacker or something if you haven't read it. I just thought that maybe you had already--"

"I did. I, uh, like reading. Shocker, I know. So you don't have to apologize." He watched her carefully, taking in her relaxed posture and knowing he had reassured her that there was no blunder on her part. "Honestly, I think it was an artistic way of saying how I've always felt: conformity is dangerous and it'll lead to the death of society."

"I can see that being a point, for sure. I think it was a look at equality versus equity, though. Rather than having equal opportunity, they had equitable hindrances. It also reminded me of Animal Farm, ya know? Like we strive for this perfect equality but someone will always rise up and put themselves at the top. 'Some are created more equal than others' and all that."

"Wow. And you think I'm insightful." He sat back, astonished. He had now completely forgotten that there was a table full of her friends; to him, only the two of them shared this conversation or perhaps even existed. "I think you'd be like the ballerina in the story. Laden down with every handicap to make you less extraordinary." She bit her lip in response, not sure how to take the compliment. "Well, you'd definitely have one of the earpieces for sure. Disrupt all those big, anti-conformist thoughts." She laughed nervously and placed a hand on top of his. "I don't think I'd be quite like the ballerina, though."

"Come on, you're athletic and graceful, smart, beautiful--" the last descriptor flew out before he could contain it and he instantly clammed up.

"Thank you," she said softly and then sat back, withdrawing her hand and he worried he'd said the wrong thing or acted too strangely. She cleared her throat, "So, uh, tell me: what's it like working on the paper? Do you get to choose your research or is it assigned to you?" She asked, trying to give him the opportunity to talk about something he knew, but more importantly, to take attention off herself.

"Kind of both. There's things our editors and the supervisor think people will want to read, or events that have to be covered. But sometimes you can pick what you want and they'll pick it up." He replied and noticed her gaze, fully locked on him. She had a way of focusing on him that made him feel so seen after years of feeling invisible. It made him feel both nervous and exhilarated to have that kind of attention, particularly from her.

As the evening wound down, she asked, "Can I give you a ride home?"

"I wouldn't want to be a bother…" he said. He wasn't sure why his immediate response was to decline. Probably the nerves acting up again, or somewhere in his brain he was still thinking this couldn't possibly be real. That he was like Cinderella and his time was about to run out and he'd be less than ordinary again.

"It's not, really. Come on." She jerked her head toward the parking lot and effortlessly commanded him to follow her lead. He watched her as they walked out: moonlight pooling in her hair and highlighting her best features, making her more radiant than usual. Ethereal, even. He got into her car silently, almost afraid of how this would turn out. He was still waiting for that big 'gotcha' moment, the one that revealed she couldn't be so perfect. She couldn't be so stunning and kind and everything else. He directed her to his house and gulped as she parked along the curb out front.

"I had a really nice time with you tonight. I'm glad you decided to come along." She smiled at him with perfect teeth, the effect knocking a blow into his stomach. Pow.

"Yeah. Thanks for inviting me. It was…really nice." He stumbled over his word choice, which was a new sensation for him. In his own little corner of Hawkins High, he commanded The Streak with some authority and used his brains and his wits as his guard. But now, that was all wiped away and he was at a loss…vulnerable.

"Fred." She stated, and hit her palms lightly on the steering wheel, looking forward, "I hope this isn't too…forward or totally off-base but," she bit her lip and looked back to him, "I really like you. And I'm hoping you feel that way about me. I mean, you called me beautiful and-- I'm rambling but, I don't know, would you maybe want to go out sometime? Just you and me?"

"Me?" He asked incredulously, pointing to himself and then quickly looked over his shoulder out the window as if someone else would be there. She had to be talking to someone else. "You can't be serious. Me? Like…you belong with some model or football captain or something. You could have any guy you want!"

"I know," she replied softly, "But I've wasted enough time with guys like that. I know what they're about. I'd rather have someone with brains, a kind heart. And don't sell yourself short, you're very cute." She said, eyes raking over his features. He felt hot under her gaze. It was both searing and electrifying, all at once. He was stunned into silence more than anything and when he didn't respond, she gave a soft sigh. "Sorry, I must have misread. I just thought…I'm sorry."

"What? Good God, no! I'm just…shocked. Surprised, that's all. I never thought in a million years…are you sure you want me? Are you feeling okay?" He asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes," she laughed melodically, "I mean, only if you're interested," she smiled coyly.

"Obviously." He said, with eyes wide behind his glasses.

"Good." She whispered and leaned forward, capturing his lips and brushing her hands through his hair, cradling his face. He knew he was out of practice and had no clue what he was doing, but her kiss felt so right, as if they were meant to fit together. "So, about that date…" she smiled as she pulled away.

"Anything you want. Any time. We could go now, if you're so inclined," he said just a little too eagerly and she laughed.

"Well, I was thinking maybe the day time but--" she joked back, making him feel at ease.

"Whatever's good for you." He muttered, feeling a little silly. She brushed his cheek gently with her fingertips, trying to cue him to make a move.

He luckily took the hint and kissed her goodnight.

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