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Everlark Advent: Day 13, Bearer of Light

Bearer of Light

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That’s what Katniss Everdeen is. Or at least, that’s what Peeta heard his big brother, Brann, call her. And though he’s not sure exactly what that means, he thinks it’s probably right.

Dressed in a long white gown that makes her smooth olive skin glow, the light flickering from her wreath of candles glinting in her long black hair, she’s unlike anyone else in their little community. She’s unique in a sea of blond heads, beautiful, more radiant than the sun. Back straight, she holds her head high as she proudly leads a procession of white-robed girls down the church aisle.

Katniss moved into their town just a few months earlier, with her momma and little sister. She’s in Peeta’s sixth year class at school. He’s been enthralled by her since the first time he heard her sing, at the auditions where she was chosen to play Saint Lucia at the town’s festival.

Saint Lucia. Bearer of light. Peeta thinks it’s the perfect job for Katniss, because she’s certainly brought light into his boring life.

Even if she doesn’t yet know he exists.

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The Most Terrifying Church in the World

When Czech artist Jakub Hadrava was asked to help transform a dilapidated village church, he knew he would have his work cut out.

Thankfully he came up with a frightfully good idea.

Mr Hadrava has helped secure the future of the 14th century St George’s church in Lukova after creating a spooky art installation that features a collection of hooded ‘ghosts’ that line the pews and aisles.

The church, which is in the north-western Bohemia region of the Czech Republic, had initially fallen into disrepair in 1968 after the roof collapsed during a funeral service.

These veiled statues represent the ghosts of Sudeten Germans who lived in Lukova, before World War II, and used to come and pray in this church. 

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Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: I’m such an angst hoe, I couldn’t stop myself. Enjoy reading :)

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You and Chris dated for 5 years, but recently broken up due to his crazy schedule and distance. Today you were getting ready to go out to one of your best friends wedding. As you were getting ready you found one of Chris’s old tux in your closet, you felt sudden sadness feel you up but you brushed it off. You got to the church. It was simply beautiful. White flowers were by the side of each bench, pink rose petals were already on the aisle. The church was packed. The ceremony started and you couldn’t help but shed a few tears during the vows. As you went to your car to go to the party you heard someone calling your name. You felt the air in your lungs disappearing. Chris still looked good, you didn’t realize how much you missed him until now. As he got closer, you caught a draft of his Gucci cologne; he smelled good. Your head goes straight to memory lane but you’re snapped out of it when you realized Chris was talking to you. “ hi y/n” “Hi” you wanted to jump in his arm and kiss him but you kept a poker face. “ how are you ?” Chris asked “ good” you replied your voice completely flat. There was silence. You turned to get in your car but Chris grabs your wrist. His voice is soft. “ I miss you. I still love you. Can we please talk ?” “ I don’t know Chris, I - ” Chris leans forwards and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes enjoying the moment. “ okay.” You say barely a whisper. You turn to get inside your car when Chris grabs your hand. Your faces only a few inches away from each other. Chris brushed his thumb on your right cheek. Slowly and gently left a small kiss on your lips.

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Well known actor Gene Wilder (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles) has died at the age of 83 due to complications from Alzheimer’s disease.

“We understand for all the emotional and physical challenges this situation presented we have been among the lucky ones — this illness-pirate, unlike in so many cases, never stole his ability to recognize those that were closest to him, nor took command of his central-gentle-life affirming core personality. The decision to wait until this time to disclose his condition wasn’t vanity, but more so that the countless young children that would smile or call out to him “there’s Willy Wonka,” would not have to be then exposed to an adult referencing illness or trouble and causing delight to travel to worry, disappointment or confusion. He simply couldn’t bear the idea of one less smile in the world.

He continued to enjoy art, music, and kissing with his leading lady of the last twenty-five years, Karen. He danced down a church aisle at a wedding as parent of the groom and ring bearer, held countless afternoon movie western marathons and delighted in the the company of beloved ones.”

Wilder appeared in only 37 film and television projects from 1961-2015, but he’ll have a lasting impact in cinematic history. Rest in peace Gene. You will be missed.

Calum Hood - All About Us

A/N- this was originally posted on hashtagsandbrokenrecords


I was stood at the side of the church aisle, Calum stood just over to the side as we watched Ashton and his wife, Georgia, exchange vows. I was trying my hardest to concentrate but with a constant gaze on me, I couldn’t help but be unable to focus on anything, let alone another couple in front of us.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” I whispered to the boy beside me as we stood at the end of the aisle, watching as Ashton declared his love for his new wife.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Calum hissed back, a smirk on his face as his hand snaked around my waist. He was feeling particularly touchy today and I really had no idea why, I wasn’t complaining or anything, but in a church I was starting to doubt it was in any way appropriate.

“Then stop staring at me and focus on the wedding.” I chuckled, wriggling out of my boyfriend’s grip.

He shook his head lightly, looking down at me. “I can’t stop staring at you.”

“And why not?” I murmured to him, trying to keep it to hushed tones as the vicar pronounced them husband and wife. I tried to hide my blush as he leant forward and rested his head on my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He mumbled, making me blush quickly as I felt his lips quickly peck my cheek, before turning around slightly to smile at him. The crowd all clapped as Ashton kissed his new wife and Calum quickly pecked my cheek. “Especially in that dress.”

“You want to stop being corny?” I raised my eyebrows at him, watching as he bit his lip to hide the growing grin on his face. “This is Ashton’s day, stop trying to steal the spotlight.”

“I’m not trying to-” but he was cut off by Michael and Luke coming over to us, grins on their faces as we watched the couple go back down the aisle, the crowd cheering for them.

“What’re you two whispering about?” Luke nudged Calum from beside us and I chuckled, raising my eyebrows at Calum expectantly.

“I think this one is yours.” I laughed, wriggling out of the arm he had somehow snuck back around me waist.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Calum asked Michael and Luke, causing them to go wide eyed and exchange confused looks as Calum obliviously beamed at me.

“Dude, is that a trick question?” Mikey spluttered, adjusting his tie uncomfortably.

I turned back to Calum, unable to believe what he was asking them. “Really, Calum?”

“It’s not a trick question. She looks amazing and I wanted to see if you guys agree.” He shrugged a smug look on his face and it caused me to roll my eyes. He tended to do this to show other guys that he was the only man in my life. It was his way of showing me off and saying that he was worthy of me, it got annoying but was sometimes flattering (when he wasn’t putting his best friends on the spot).

“You look lovely Y/N.” Luke decided on, laughing uncomfortably and nodding towards me. Michael nodded in agreement before they excused themselves.

“You’re an embarrassment.” I chuckled, pushing him off me and starting to walk down the aisle.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Can’t take me anywhere.” He grumbled, catching up with me and linking his hand in mine. “Just remember I’m your problem.” He winked, squeezing my hand.

“Unfortunately.” I teased, laughing as he pouted at me and we stood outside the church, ready to line up for the long process of pictures.

“Now for the bride and her maid of honour!” The photographer shouted and I moved over to where Georgia was standing a big grin on her face.

“This’ll be you soon.” Georgia chuckled, as we embraced and I congratulated her. “Just you wait.”

I laughed, glancing over at Calum who was now far too busy trying to avoid Ashton’s selfie with the band. “I don’t think he’s planning anything anytime soon.” I admitted, not particularly bothered by this fact. I was happy with where we were at and I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’d regret further down the line. We were happy as we were and I wasn’t itching to get married.

“Maybe he’ll surprise you.” She raised her eyebrows at me, blocking out the snapping photographer.

“Can we bring in the groom and the best men?” The photographer eventually asked and we waited for the boys to stop bickering in order for them to join us.


Eventually we found ourselves in the reception room and we’d had all the speeches and the dancing. There was quiet music playing as Ashton and Georgia slow danced on the dance floor, clearly worn out by the day. I was curled up on my chair, my heels on the floor as my legs hung over Calum’s lap as he traced tired patterns along my hips.

“Do you want to go outside?” he whispered, gently pushing a hair out of my face. I sighed heavily, weighing up the options and decided if I didn’t move anytime soon I would end up falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Just for a bit.” I nodded, standing up slowly and slipping my heels back on. Calum linked our hands and led us out to the outside area where people were starting to say their goodbyes and head home.

We walked around the dark gardens, little fairy lights and candles lighting up the various paths, a comfortable silence between us. A soft breeze came through and I started to wish I hadn’t left my cardigan inside as goosebumps appeared on my arms.

“Here.” Calum handed me his jacket and I smiled slightly. It was incredibly cliche and cheesy but that’s how I liked it. Calum didn’t often show his soft side unless we were completely alone and I had to admit that the way he had been touchy with me all day was a change.

“Thank you.” I whispered as we came to a stop by the wooden gazebo, all alight with more lights and lanterns. The music from the reception room was faintly heard in the distance and I had an idea. “Dance with me?”

Calum smirked, running up the stairs and bowing before holding out his hand. “Always.”

I curtsied with a cheeky smile on my face and grabbed his hand, him pulling me close to his body and swaying slightly on the spot.

“I love you,Y/N.” He whispered as he rested his head on my shoulder, his breath grazing my neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Cal.” I replied, pulling away slightly to connect our lips slowly.

“I have a question for you.” He stated when we pulled away completely, taking a step back from our embrace, our hands still entwined.

I nodded for him to continue and he smiled at me shyly before lowering himself down onto one knee. My eyes widened and when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

“You’re full of surprises.” I laughed shakily and he raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say “really? I’m about to propose to you and you need to speak?”

“Sorry.” I bit my lip to try to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out.

“I had a whole speech planned and everything but I know you’re dying to say something so I’ll make it really quick.” He chuckled, opening the box and inside was the ring I had only ever shown one person in my life. The one I had been dying for my entire life but had refrained from showing Calum in fear he would run for the hills. “Y/N you know how much I love you, how happy you make me. I try to show you that every day. But now I want to make you that happy every minute of every day for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up to you having stolen all the duvet. I want to kiss you every day knowing you’re the love of my life and I was man enough to get down on one knee and ask you to marry me. So the real question is, will you marry me?”

I didn’t even realise I was crying as I nodded and he slipped the ring onto my finger. “Please don’t cry.” He chuckled, standing up to come back to my level and I made to wipe them away but his hands quickly brushed them away for me. His lips found mine and they moulded together in a way I had grown so accustomed to and a way I always found myself craving more of.

“The ring…how did you?” I stuttered out as we pulled apart and I stared down at the stunning band on my finger.

“I may have spoken to Georgia once or twice.” He bit his lip and I laughed at his expression.

“I love you so much.” I told him sincerely and his eyes met mine and in that gaze I was certain that I would never get tired of him looking at me like that.


No Church in the Baking Aisle

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Thinking about how the feud was the real tragedy-maker in Romeo and Juliet, I’m personally hoping for an adaptation that re-writes an end where those poor dumb kids get actually useful advice about their situation, maybe from Mercutio.  They go to Prince Escalus’s house and say, “So, we’re married, and if our families find out they will cooperate for the first time in living memory to MURDER US, pls halp.”  And maybe Escalus is like “Weeeelllll I dunno…” and Juliet is like, “You won’t help us, but you announce this edict?  So you’ll avenge our deaths but not prevent them?” and bullies him into providing adequate leadership and protection to make Verona stop being such a bloodbath.  And Romeo and Juliet learn that their parents are not authoritarian gods, and the families get super upset when the marriage is announced but can’t do shit about it, and eventually after years of grumbling they can see their inlaws across the aisle at church during baptisms of their grandchildren without needing to be forcibly restrained.

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The church was quiet. Not a single soul could be found as sunlight streamed through the glass windows on the church walls. The pews were long vacated save for a few, and the symbol of a fallen deity lay on the wall. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of a woman’s voice: “Hello?! Is anyone there!?” But oddly enough, no woman could be found. Odder still, there was a medium-sized yellow blob sitting in the middle of the church aisle, bubbling and squirming but not moving altogether. When a figure approached, the voice called out again. “Hello! Can you help me?”